Academy of the Visitation - Crescent Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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Molly Troy am t you neah about rested hon? Cause I spect we better be gettmg along All rxght cheerfully agreed the chubby one and the httle hand shpped confidmgly mto the thm brown one They trudged down the long road care fully dodgmg mto bushes before any eyes that rmght by chance spy them out from a passmg veh1cle O hon don t move a speck' Thats one of the trustees comm The boy s heart was thumpmg excltedly as crouched behmd a fr1endly bush he watched the approachmg buck board As lt drew nearer he saw that the dr1ver really was one of the trustees of the Peabody Home That the man could be on th1s particular road for any other reason than to search for the l1ttle runaways dld not enter the boy s head So as soon as the tasseled tlp of the whlp had dxsappeared over the brow of the h1ll he clutched h1s httle slster s hand and they raced madly over a plowed field deep 1nto the woods untll the l1ttle gnrl exhausted dropped on the soft green moss under the spreadmg branches of a mxghty oak The boy aware that a storm was commg up made a desperate effort to carry her further but she was too heavy for hxm He sought out the thnckest branched tree and there they awalted the storm The first low murmur of the w1nd ln the trees grew louder and louder the great trees began to bend and creak before the onslaught of the storm tossmg and twlstmg thexr branches furlously The cxty bred chlld clung terrxfied to her brother who remembermg the storms he had seen m the country when he was her age trxed to soothe her He held her close to h1m trymg to shleld her from the ra1n whlch was begmnmg to fall Flrst came a few pattermg drops then suddenly lt swept ln sheets through the thlck branches drenchlng the shwermg chlldren Then suddenly as It had come the storm swept on and the sun blazed out agam The golden llght Hltermg through the branches fell m great splashes on the drenched earth and sparkl1ng on the wet leaves turned the woods mto a verltable farryland The blrds came out and filled the a1r w1th thelr happy volces but the beauty of the sxght and the sweet calls of the blrds brought no comfort to the mlserable chlldren shakmg wxth the cold They started out agam runnmg a httle to try and warm themselves th httle glrl sobbing stumblmg and afrald the boy dolng h1s best to cheer her Soon they came to the edge of the woods and afrald to venture mto the open fields sat down to rest Across the w1de meadow there were a few scattered buxldmgs a large barn a row of cabms and farther off through a cluster of trees ghmpses of a b1g whxte house The volces of the negroes callmg the cattle to the barn the songs of a party of home commg hands mmgled melodlously wlth tl'e dxstant barkmg of some dogs and the merry shouts of chlldren As the boy hstened to the Ho boss ho boss ho bossy bossy' of the negroes callmg the cattle a darmg plan was revolvmg 1n hxs mmd As soon as It was dark he and h1s httle sxster would go and sleep m the warm dry hay m the barn and later he would try to get some food for Moll1e Troy whose sad httle Bruvver I se hungry had touched h1s heart painfully From the kntchen the savory odors of a good supper ln preparatlon were wafted up to the loft where the chlldren were lymg 1n the hay An ldea came to the boy and leavmg h1s sleepmg srster he climbed out of the loft and stole furtxvely across the yard towards the house On the wxde veranda sat an old man gazmg dreamlly across the soft lawn Beslde the tall fluted plllars of the portlco he looked very small and 7 u ' 1 9 1 1 - - 11 ss ' 11 ' ' Q l Q , ' gg 1 3 ' 1 11 , . . , . . . . 1 1 . . , . 1 1 - 1 1 , . 1 1 1 1 ' 1 1 , . 1 1 1 1 1 . . . , 5 ' n l 9 V 7 9 7 l 1 1 , . 1 1 1 1 ' 7 ' A ' n 11 - Y Y l ! ' , . 1 D 1 as 1 19 - - 1 1 - 1 i 3 ' 1

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And sacrificed life And one thing ending never- No matter the pain Whether loss or gain- Be Faithful Ever. The strams of mus1c came mtensely sweet I saw a lake all brxght W1th moonhght At my feet And mlrrored falr My future there Reflected 1n nts depths I forward leant upon my hand And watched the rlpples from the land As they came 1n ever wxdenmg clrcles And as I knelt Thls truth I felt If I would 1n my l1fe endure If I would keep lt pure And round xt to a perfect sphere Each hour each day each year Must w1den to the vrew Must bear the stram Of th1s refraln A sudden quiet seemed to fall At the end of my reverie. I looked and saw but the old stone wall Where before I had seen the sea O1 battle fields and mountams ta And rrpplmg streams And soft moonbeams Or lrfe stretched out before me The muslc was hushed No water rushed To lts melody rose and followed the old stone wall Whxther It led through the mght There on the ground I found An mstrument bathed ln llght llfted lt gently Holdlng lt near It seemed to me as someone dear I felt It qu1ver And a shrver Ran through me of blnss As echoed came Thls clear refrain Mary Hartnett Smlth lj Cl THE LOCKET Two chlldren were slttmg on a fallen tree trunk dabblmg thelr dusty toes 1n the refreshmg waters of a rlpplmg brook and gazing wlde eyed at the scene around them They were ln the far end of an orchard where each tw1sted old tree had been touched by the m1racle accomplnshlng hand of sprmg untxl they were masses of delicate punk and whlte and of new soft green shoots The lxttle glrl a chubby youngster whose blue checked apron dress was dnrty and br1ar torn and whose fat lxttle legs were scratched and dusty half leaned agamst the boy her tear streaked face on h1s shoulder The boy about th1rteen was slender and ln sprte of hls faded much too small overalls and patched shrrt dxstmguxshed lookmg Suddenly the creak of an approachxng wagon sounded through the st1ll arr Scrambllng hast1ly down the bank the chxldren crowded under the arch of the br1dge wh1le the cart rattled and Jangled over Long rolls of dust swlrled over the edge half stxflmg the trembling children They walted however unt11 the harsh grmdmg of the wheels and the clatter of the horses hoofs along the wmdmng road had dred away before they ventured to seat themselves once more on the bank thls t1me nearer to the safety of their retreat 6 1 ! 9 1 tl S! 1 ' , 11, I a ! . ' , y . ' 9 ' ' ' . I Y 7 ! ! 1 I . . ! - 3 ! , . 7 9 ! 7 7 'T 9 Ever-Ever true. Semper FlCl6llS.,, - ' ,'15. , - ' ! ' y 9 ' 1 .' - 1 1 . 9 1 ' ' , . . . . , 9 Y

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very lonely The blg st1ll house and the spreadlng elms that crowded the lawn seemed to brood protectmgly over the proud old figure The boy d1d not notlce hxm but crept quletly towards the rear of the house Suddenly there were sounds of commotxon at the back of the house The old man jumped to h1s feet The patter of quxck bare feet followed by the heavy slap slap of an 1rate mammle s broad feet sounded on the lawn The old man reached the last step of the veranda just ln time to catch a small strugglmg boy Mammy arrlved a moment later pantmg and angry I-Iol 1m Marse kase ef yuh don t yuh nevah km ketch 1m agm kase e run l1ke a greased pxg Yas suh e km an e s dun trxed fer to steal the ple whut I se dun cooked fer yo suppuh suh Trymg to steal was he? sald the old Major gruffly Look at me boy The boy ralsed h1s proud lxttle head and answered the Major s gaze w1th h1s deeply frmged v1olet eyes The Major started vnolently No he sand to hlmself nmpossxble But he looked more kmdly at the boy Speak chzldl Why dxd you try to steal? Why d1dn t you ask Aunt Becky fo1 some thmg lf you were hungry? The boy threw back h1s thln shoulders saymg m a volce of qulvermg prxde It wasn t for myself slr lt was for Molhe Troy The old Major and the waxtmg Aunt Becky both gasped Whom d1d you say you wanted It for? sa1d the old man Ins voxce tremblmg wxth suppressed excitement D1d you say for Molhe Troy' Hurry boy tell me What IS your name? Tell me who Moll1e Troy 159 Tell me at once Moll1e she s my s1ster Oh you aren t going to send us back are you? us back' Send you back? What do you mean back where? I want to know your name and how your s1ster happened to be named Molhe Troy My name IS but you promxse not to send us back? Go ahead boy I dont know what you mean but I wont send you back Not unt1l I find out a few thlngs anyway Well my names john Calvm Brewster and Molhe Troys my lxttle s1ster We ran away from the Home cause they were go1ng to make me go away cause I am gettlng too old to stay Mother made me promlse never to leave Molhe Troy so we just had to run away They wouldn t let me take her The boy s volce broke The recollect1on of h1s troubles and h1s wean ness had broken h1s proud Splflt The old man looked at the boy The startlmg resemblance of those great dark eyes to those of one he had loved the fact that th1S 11ttle beggar s s1ster bore hls own wxfe s name could It be p0ss1ble9 Who was your father boy tell me hls name and where he ISD My father s name was john Calvm Brewster and he was kxlled at the begmnlng of the war Mother dled just after that and they put us ln the Home cause we dldn t have any money The old man s eyes filled wlth tears The prxde of years that had sep arated hlm from hxs dearly loved son melted away as he stood looklng mto the eyes of the chxld whom he knew was hxs own grandson Chlld he sald brokenly do you know what my name ISD It IS john Lalvxn Brewster and go get your llttle s1ster Ill not hurt her Aunt Becky hurrled off with the boy and soon returned with the llttle glrl ln her arms her shmy black face wreatned with smlles and followed by a small but exclted process1on of lxttle darkles She put the llttle gxrl down on the steps near the Major The llttle thmg crled out sobbmgly for Bruvver He ran to her and stood beslde her hxs arm caressmgly la1d on 8 ' I , . . . , Y . , . H , ,. , . ,. . 1 1 7 . . . , , . . ' 9 Q 8 I! , . gg ' fl ' ' KC 9' , . . , . . . . . , . . . . . . ,, ., . . . , ' ll' ' U9 ' ll Y ' ' 7 . . . , A - - - as . . , . , . . . . I . U , . . . . ,, y 7 7 ' H . . ,, . . . . ' ! . . . ,, . . , , I . i . . A l! U .. , - , . ! ' 1 9 ' I'1l work hard for you. I'll do anythlng, but please, please, SIT, don't send !! Il . . , . . . ,, C6 ' T ' S! S4 9 5 1 ' Y ' ' 3, . , . ll 5 ' ' 1 ' 7 ! . , . . , Q , , . . . , ,, , . . . . . . . i . , - , . 7 . . , . . . , - . . so , ' ' vu S 9 ' if Y ' ' U s F s - 1. as , . . lt ' l, ' LG . ' ' ! 7 7 ' , . - . . , ,, , . . 3 ! n 11 . ' ' ' h ' 9