BERYL WESTON'S AMBITION.
THE STORY OF AN AFRO-AMERICAN GIRL'S LIFE.
BY KATIE D. C. DAVIS TILLMAN.
CHAPTER I.--A TELEGRAM.
"The eternal stars shine out as soon as it is dark enough."
"TELEGRAM for you, Beryl," called out Cora Grey, as she ran
past Beryl's door; and Beryl, with a sensation of dread pene-
trating her slight frame, hastened to the Principal's room, for
it was at one of the leading Afro-American Colleges in the
United States that the above scene took place.
The Principal, a sweet-voiced woman, of perhaps forty
years, gave Beryl a look of compassion, when she handed her
the telegram, saying, as she did so, "Be brave, my child."
Beryl gave one glance at the fatal paper, and then with a
long, pitiful cry, "My mother's gone !" fell senseless at Miss
Hand's feet. Kind hands bore Beryl to her room and placed
her upon the bed.
"Oh, what is the matter with Beryl ?" cried little Eva Ross,
Beryl's room-nmate, and her staunch admirer.
"Her mother is dead, and Beryl will have to start home on
the first train in order to be at the funeral, for her mother
died yesterday morning, and the weather is quite warm yet,"
said Cora Grey, who had followed the sad group into the
" Oh, Cora It will break Beryl's heart, for she fairly idol-
ized her mother," cried Eva, with tears of sympathy in her
sweet, brown eyes.
"It is awful bad for Beryl. She is the smartest girl in
the whole school, too," said Cora, who paid little regard to the