They are the children and grandchildren of George Reynolds, a maker and a lover of books.

"Finally, my thanks to the committee. They have done everything possible and have even attempted the impossible on my behalf. My heartfelt gratitude to all who took part on the program; and last, but not least, my deep appreciation for the work of the press of the state, particularly of Provo City. Whatever meaning the old adage that a prophet is not without honor save in his own country may have, it surely has no meaning in my life."

The signal success of this testimonial was a rare tribute. It was an expression of the admiration, gratitude and love, the recipient has inspired in the hearts of hundreds of women who have been benefitted in one way or another by her unselfish service.

A stranger might ask just how she has won such a place in the hearts of so many people. There would be many answers to such a question.

The 5,000 students who have come

under her influence during the years she has been a teacher would say: "She has led us into the wondrous world of literature. By her earnest enthusiasm she has touched into life the great characters of the world's creative minds, and has helped us to feel the emotions of the great poets who interpret for us the beauties and mysteries and wonders of life."

The hundreds who have listened to her public addresses and have read her printed articles would say: "She has made clear to our minds the things that were clouded, or she has made beautiful to us the things

that were common."

The numerous members of women's organizations who have received the benefit of her unusual or

ganizing ability and wise advisorship, would say: "She has helped us to reach the intellectual, or social or civic goals we were striving for."

The girls of the Brigham Young University would say: "She provided a place of comfort for us while we were at school; she has helped and cheered us when we were ill and has advised and encouraged us at all times."

And combined they all would answer: "She has always given unselfishly of her time and splendid talents for the betterment and advancement of women in her state and in the nation."

Alice Louise Reynolds is the daughter of George and Mary Anne

Tuddenham Reynolds. She was born in Salt Lake City April first, 1873. Her education began in the schools of Salt Lake City, Mr. T. B. Lewis, first Territorial Superintendent of Schools being one of her teachers.

She first came to Provo when she day in 1886 and she was met at the was 12 years old. It was a spring station by Dr. Maeser who took her to an assembly of the B. Y. U. then

holding session in the old warehouse near the union depot. During that assembly Miss Reynolds was touched has thrilled so many who have come with the spirit of the B. Y. U. which within the wall of the great church institution. She made that morning one of the important decisions of her life. That was to continue her school work at Provo.

She completed her high school when she was seventeen years old being a member of the illustrious class of 1890 which also boasts of Dr. George Middleton, Amy Brown. Lyman, Caleb Tanner, A. C. Nel

son, Bryant Hinckley and other men and women of distinction.

For two years after her graduation Miss Reynolds taught first in Salt Lake City, then in Nephi. It It was while she was in Nephi that President Cluff sought her out because of her unusual literary ability and advised her to go east and specialize in that line. It was then that she made another important decision of her life, when she took that advice.

Her subsequent education has been touched upon in another part of this article.

Miss Reynolds may be called the pioneer in literature at the Brigham Young University. When she was a student there, no classes in literature were taught. While she was east a small beginning was made in this direction. Dr. Whitely had a class in literature in which eight or nine students were registered. But when Miss Reynolds returned and took up the work the department grew so rapidly that in a few years it was necessary to hire two other teachers. Miss Reynolds taught the first class of Shakespeare and of Chaucer in the B. Y. U. Later she has taught the Romantic Poets and Modern Drama.

Not only was Miss Reynolds a pioneer in the field of literature at the B. Y. U. but she also pioneered the way for women teachers both in high school and college. With the exception of the teacher of Needlecraft she was the first lady to become a regular faculty member and teacher of standard high school subjects at this institution. For the past ten years her time has been devoted exclusively to college subjects. Her teaching experience has, however, included the range from kindergarten to college.

Although Miss Reynolds' work as

a student and teacher has been out of the ordinary and extremely beneficial to many besides herself, perhaps she has won the gratitude of her sex most of all through the wonderful work she has done and is doing along the lines of woman's welfare. It is twenty years since she first headed women's work at the B. Y. U. She has been relieved for short periods, but has been each time. brought back into into the service. Largely through her efforts the girls' rest room was established and has been maintained at the B. Y. U. It has the distinction of being the first rest room in any college in the state.

Also the first "Girls' Day" in the state was instituted by Miss Reynolds at the church school. Now it is the custom to bring back to the school each year on that day women of achievement, especially alumni of the school.

But her work for women has not been confined to the school. She has been interested in all the leading women's organizations of Provo and many with a much broader scope. She was a charter member of the Utah Sorosis, she served for eleven years as president of the Utah Stake Y. L. M. I. A., and is still a member of the board. She has done much for the Stake Relief Society work, especially in connection with the literary work. She is a member of the Utah Press Club, has been an officer in the Woman's Municipal Council since its organization and is president of the Women's League of Voters.

With women's welfare ever at hand Miss Reynolds has been interested in legislation and has worked with determined persistence for laws that would better conditions for woman. She was chairman for the committee that put over the amendment to the Desertion law.

Nor has her work for woman been confined to her state. On several occasion she has represented Utah at National conventions. At the biennial convention of National Federation of Women's clubs held in St. Louis in 1904, she was a Utah delegate. At that particular time a bitter attack upon the "Mormon” home life was made. Miss Reynolds at once made a splendid defense which refuted the incorrect statements, practically putting an end to such comment in women's clubs, and won for her a pretty compliment from the St. Louis press. Her work for suffrage is well known throughout the state. At the time of this writing she is attending the Pan-American Conference of Women Voters at Baltimore as a delegate from Utah, after which she will study for several months in some eastern university.

Few women in our state have touched so many lives in such an uplifting, inspirational manner as has Alice Louise Reynolds. As a public speaker and writer she has won unusual distinction. It has been over twenty years since she first addressed the Utah State Federation of Women's clubs. It is doubtful if any other woman in the state has made so many addresses and on such a variety of subjects as she has. Two years in succession she gave the Christmas address in the Utah stake tabernacle and she was the first woman ever invited to make the Founders' Day address at the B. Y. U. She has read papers before the N. E. A. and has had educational articles published in the Journal of Education-articles which have brought her congratulatory messages from Superintendents of eastern schools.

One of the keenest interests of Miss Reynolds' life has been in library development. She has as

sisted materially many libraries of the state and the growth of the B. Y. U. Library has been largely due to her energetic work. During the ten years that she has been chairman of the library board the library has been practically doubled. A few years ago a valuable collection of books known as the Whitecotton Library was offered for sale at a figure much below actual worth. Miss Reynolds felt that they must be secured for the B. Y. U. At that time it was impossible for the institution to buy them, and for a time it looked as though the opportunity would be lost. It was then that in a faculty meeting Miss Reynolds begged for permission, with a few others very much interested, to go ahead and try to raise the necessary funds. It was a mammoth undertaking, but the Whitecotton Library was secured. In appreciation for the great work she had done in accomplishing this feat, it was suggested that a few of the choice books of this collection be set aside as a nucleus for a library to be known as the Alice Louise Reynolds Literary Library. From this beginning of 240 books that library has been increased by Miss Reynolds and her family to 500 volumes. It has been her desire to make its number 1,000. That hope has been more than realized in the book shower on April first. Not only were more than five hundred volumes given, but $225 in cash was sent by friends to be expended for books.

One of the outstanding traits of Miss Reynolds' character is her quick recognition and generous ap preciation of good in others. She always sees the best in her friends, and it has been a pleasure for her friends to recognize in an apprecia tive manner the great good that is constantly radiating from her soul.

VI

VICTORIES

Mrs. Graham's sense of humor brought a twinkle to her eyes as Lael turned away and stood looking silently out of doors, for all the world like she had used to do when her big brothers had teased her into a similar state of flaming indignation. But this time her mother felt that it was Lael who was in the wrong, so keenly did she sympathize with the state of nervous and spiritual terror of the girl upstairs.

"Don't you realize, Lael, that she is scarcely responsible?" her mother said. "Have you forgotten that you thought God had given you this chance to bring a lost lamb back to the fold?"

"I didn't bargain for a lamb that snarls like a tiger. Perhaps I took too much credit in supposing my self capable of bringing her back."

"You know very well that she is suffering and you have power to give her relief."

"I don't relish putting cross babies to sleep."

"Oh, very well. I love babies," and the old lady turned and began slowly and painfully mounting the steps. Lael turned quickly and cried out in protest.

"Mother, remember your heart. You mustn't climb those stairs. stairs. Mother, please don't kill yourself." Her mother paused on the third step and turned back. To Lael's excited gaze, her smiling face seemed lit with the divinity of sacrifice.

"I believe," she responded, "that my loved ones will be happier to

welcome me than will hers, if we allow her to commit suicide. And you can do better without a mother's love than she can, when you deny her a sister's."

"Mother," Lael cried penitently, "come back and I'll be good. Please."

As she sped up the stairs, the girl paused for a tender kiss from the withered lips that smiled so sweetly. All the anger was gone from her face as she paused at the top of the stairs and breathed a prayer for the divinest of gifts that charity which is called love. Then she entered Cosma's room.

As usual when in the grip of her peculiar terror, Cosma relaxed instantly and broke into swift, tearing, hysterical sobs. Lael opened her arms, with her mother's tenderness in her smile, and Cosma went to her and with arms about her waist, she begged through her tears, "Forgive me, Lael. I know you've only been thinking of me all the time and I'm ungrateful to say such things. But if you'll bear with me a little longer I'll control myself and try to be decent in return for your kindness. I'll play for the girls as long as they need my help. But when they lose

well, you've released me from my bargain so you'll know where I am," and again she shuddered.

She soon relaxed under Lael's gentle touch, and slept until time to go down for the contest.

The peach trees had dropped their pink flower petals and were sending out the fresh green of their leaves, but the apples were now in full bloom, and from the orchards along the roadside came occasional whiffs

of their delicate odor as the girls drove past. They said little on the way, for both were thinking of what Cosma had hinted earlier in the day, and wondering how seriously she had meant it. Lael, unable to measure how much a week of good food, freedom from worry, and interest in things outside herself, had done to undermine the tragic determination the little apostate had held when the daughter of the pioneers had found her, believed it more seriously than Cosma did herself.

There were to be contests in Junior Boys' Choruses, Junior Girls' Choruses, Orations, Stories, Male Quartetts, Ladies' Quartetts, and Mixed Quartetts, and the tabernacle was packed with the interested friends of those who contested.

The chorus from the bench was to sing third in the Junior Girls' contest and almost the last on the long program.

As number after number was rendered, and decision after decision announced the intensity of interest seemed to increase. And when it came time for the choruses, there was the feeling that every one in the vast audience was breathless with

concern.

The first chorus that sang, unused to the size of the hall and the number of listeners, was very obviously frightened, and made several little mistakes that Cosma recognized instantly. When the second chorus rose to sing, it was equally obvious that they, and the Bench girls also, were saying to themselves, "We can easily beat that."

But when they had finished, all the confidence had faded from the nine faces Cosma was interested in. They appeared to be telling themselves that they might as well not

try except for the disgrace of being quitters.

As the rippling prelude flowed from the piano under Cosma's touch, a dead silence hushed the multitude, and Lael, who had been praying that the girls might win from a bigger motive than merely the local glory of winning, forgot the question of defeat or success under the spell of the delicate melody. And when the nine young throats poured forth the words of the song, so truly did the softened notes blend with the human voices that only the singers seemed to be aware of the piano.

It took the judges so long to decide on the merits of the Girl's Chorus work, that the decision was not rendered until the close of the program. As the presiding officer announced that Chorus Number Three had won by a few points, Cosma's eyes met Lael's, and in the long look they exchanged each felt a new glow of fellowship and trust. Until then, they had been only acquaintances, now they were friends.

As they were climbing into the little buggy, Aunt Mary called to Cosma. "Guess what! Our girls are to have professional training for the next contest! Brother Davis has got to go peddling and can't help us any more, and Professor Reeves is going to give the girls an hour every evening next week. evening next week. And he wants you to play for them and for the Quartets, too. You will, won't you?" There was no need to ask, but Cosma promised.

"Look at Timpanogos," Lael exclaimed softly, as they reached the outskirts of town, where the mountain became visible, rising majestically above the orchards in soft tones of pale blue and papery white, with a veil of moonlight lending it a touch of mystery and glamor.