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RETROSPECTION

BY CHARLES EDWARD RIEDLINGER.

Through the sash curtains of my room the light crept dimly.

A little more than forty years ago there lived, in a small interior town of Michigan, a boy just entering his teens who for his studious conduct and close attendance at school was the favorite with his teacher, and who, when other boys of his age were at their play, preferred to pass his time either at his studies or listening to the conversation of elder persons, especially if the subject were a literary, scientific, or religious one.