Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Richard and I understood at once. The proud young man, a Highlander remember, had buried himself in the wilds, to try to forget what he thought he must forget, and yet his last letter was full of an incoherent jumble of Ipsic Ipsie. YVc cabled, and the next stcame. brought him. Little Dick often speaks of the time when he was lost in the woods, and the “Wed Tap Ladv” took lnm in and gave him porridge. Hen (’ntie Bane tame home ’ he adds. LENA KELLOGG, 13. 27

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Just as J turned to speak to Richard, we heard a well known voice say, “I don’ know, Wed Tap Lady. Wc motioned the others to stand back and Richard and I crept softly up to the door. A low mellow Scottish voice said, Ken ye na. whose bairn ye be? Daddy's 1 say. “I hae gut nichts outen ye, stupit bairn —the voice was almost angry, yet tilled with a strange note of entreaty— what be ye fayther’s name? Mistah Cirueti, I done tole you, W ed Tap La— iruen— Irticn ! Eh ? Speak ye. bairn ! Yes! lemme doe home------' Ava Maria —we felt the head was bowed—“forgive it me. I did na ken—his bairn—bis bairn. Dick's soft little voice asked. “Where my daddy, W ed Tap Lady? Richard knocked loudly upon the door, it opened, ami we entered. A pale voting girl was sitting on a low stool, with Dick in her lap. She wore a tight red cap, from under which escaped jet-black ringlets. She was very dark, almost as dark as a Highland gypsy, but she was very pale. Site did not seem to be at all surprised when we entered. Madam. 1 hope I'm not intruding, but my wife and I have been looking for the boy. said Richard. I foundit him! she answered almost sullenly. “Be this vour bairn, or —or—Bane's—Bane’s? I started. How did she know Richard, or bis brother Bane? This creature of the heather must surely be mad. Richard spoke again. “That is my son. Bane— “Of course—come to mother. Dick. 1 interrupted him, for at sight of us the hoy had set up such a joyful cry. that 1 had to take him into my arms and hold him there safely. “Wait ve. he maun tell me o' Bane. said the strange girl. “Bane has been in Africa these seven years, madam, he is my brother. “Brother? Why go way?” “The day I married. Bane left for Africa, said he could not stand to see my happiness. Here Richard actually kissed me right before that girl! “Poor old Banc. he added, he could not stand it. “Couldna stand what, mon? His betrothed refused to marry the day before the wedding. Let’s not talk about it- -come, wife. . “X a—na—stay! Look it a’ me. mon! I was to hae been bis bride! 1 tried to comfort her. “You poor dear, how did it happen?’’ “1 hae him nae said 1 wouldna! T hae the love fur him, he gen I still hae the love for him it war n tale, told bv a jealous Highlander!” She turned to me. “Lookit. ye. From a cupboard she took an envelope yellow with age. V?uon it was inscribed in Bane firuen’s hand, “To Tpsie. Dick’s baby hands opened it. for she handed it to him. Wrc found within a sprig of musty dried heather, with three faded buds. A card bore this message, “Three buds mean good-bve—forever. Tpsie. mv Bonnie. BANE.” “And he never spoke to you afterward? “X’a—na. nae. 26

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HARRY J. Will IE ILLUSTRATORS LUTHER O'HARR GUSTAV HA ASS CIRCULATION MANAGER ORVILLE COBTON STAFF ST No i: M'HKI SELIGMAN BLANK HOARD OF EDITOR EDITOR-IN-CHIEF HARRY WHITE orline harnett LITERARY FLORENCE SV'TII JI SSK BURBAGE DELIA JOHNSTON FRANK NKSH1T FICTION HORTKN8E WSSKLL JESSIE INGRAM f. r LLE HAYES SOLOMON LARDEN POETRY VIVIAN SLATON IRENE WALDHORST CI.UBS SELINA ROBINSON SOCIAL LENA KELLOGG ATHLETIC'S LOWNDES MORTON EXCHANGES DOUGLASS WINGO WIT ANO IIUMoR VANCE WIER Okl.lNL HARM rr III MHU DEBAR! MINT MANA(i! R8 KRI.K Sf AFL nrON M RE MY AIT AMistan rs HIUDU WORTHINGTON KVKHETT IUKKI8 Published five time i per tcholi! »c year by the L terarv So. et rs of the Centra! Hu h School, Birmingham. Alu Office of publication. Annex. Central High School, Bittmtuham. Ala. Subscription rales. 50 cents a year in advance. Single copies, 10 cents. Advertising rates on application Application made to enter a« second class matter at the Post Office Birmingham ’IK TIME of commencement is full of varied emotions, for it brings with it many meanings. To the Seniors there is joy of work accomplished, success attained, and yet also a feeling of sadness that they can no more take part in the arduous tasks of the lligh School course. !»v next year they will all he looking back mi school life with such pleasant memories that even the troubles will seem half-glorious. Many will study at higher institutions, many will start at once their battle with the world. Perhaps none will look hack with regret, hut each will step into his place, eager, confident: each goes 28