Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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horn, hoping some member of the train would Hear Him. Instead. I heard him and. thinking it was father, rowed across the lake and brought him home. Sometimes 1 wish more visitors would come across us by accident just as Fitz-Jamcs did and 1 cannot help wishing they would all be as attractive as he was. We are so happy in our mountain home that 1 would not leave but for one thing, to see you. If you speak of my letter to anyone, please do not mention what 1 said about the ’I ier t ross. Goodbye. Your friend, Ellen Douglas. GLADYS BACHMAN, ’i7- A SONG TO MY LOVE. When the song-bird calls his mate, my love. A whistlin’ soft and low. My heart it seems to break, my love. I'm longin’ for you so. When evenin' wraps the earth, my love. In shadows soft and gray. For me there is no mirth, my love. Since you’re so far away. But rnornin’ skies are blue, my love. And gladness follows woe. And I'm coinin' after you. my love. Because I want you so. 2(. MARGARET BRIGGS. '17.

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A Letter From the “Lady of the Lake” Ellen’s Isle. June 14. 1810. EAR MARY: Perhaps yon think I am lost in these mountains, but I am not. You will see from the heading that we have named our new home after me. The island is situated at the foot of the beautiful Lock Katrine. We are just about in tlie middle of it. so you can imagine what a beautiful place it is. The house, which is quite large, is built of rudely cut wood, with withered heather and dry rushes spread over the rafters. 1 have trained honeysuckle? to grow along the sides of the house, and over the fences. Around the house, as well as on the whole island wild flowers grow. .Vs 1 have said. Lock Katrine surrounds the island, and I can look out of my window and sec the beautiful water shining in the sunlight. Across the lake, the picturesque purple-peaked mountains loom high towards the sky. I am sure you would think this is a very beautiful and attractive place. Everything around suggests bravery and faithfulness, from the warrior oaks and ash to Roderick Dhu's men. Every time Roderick comes home from a battle Lady Margaret and all her servants go to welcome him. Old Allan-banc is as faithful as ever, ready any time to bring forth the melodious harp, and play for »:s. Just as Allan-bane can bring music from the harp, Roderick, by giving one loud whistle, can seemingly bring men front the mountains At his signal all the clan appear so quickly and quietly that it is as though sonic magic was practiced. Mv father is still as brave as ever, but sometimes, I fear be is homesick for the lowlands and his old friends. Very often, too, I am afraid he does not agree with Roderick in all his warlike plans. From the few things we have heard, I believe Roderick is preparing to send his Fiery Cross” on its rounds again, but I hope, and so does father, that we are mistaken. Living in exile and continually fearing war makes us so anxious, hut why worry when the bravest of Scotland are ready to defend the Sturdy Pine,” and. in spite oi all. we are very happy here in our mountain home. It is very pleasant to be telling some one of our happy life, because we have not many chances of talking to other people. The few people who visit the mountains arc always welcomed by Lady Margaret and mvself. Malcolm, the boy whom I told you about, still visits us and maybe sometime, 1 will be able to tell you more about him. Ye bad a very pleasant visit front the Knight of Snowdunc. Me spent the night with us and we all enjoyed his visit very much because he told us many interesting things of the outside world. James Fitz-j antes, for that was his name, belonged to Lord Moray's train, which was out on a hunt here in the Highlands. He wandered away from them and lost his way. About evening In- blew his 25

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Suddenly ceased; for Priscilla, aroused l his step on the threshold. Rose as he entered and gave hint her hand in -ignal « f welcome. Saying, ‘1 knew it was volt, when 1 heard your step in the passage: For I was thinking of you----- “Awkward and dumb with embarrassment she withdrew her hand, when she raised her hitherto downcast eyes to the face of an titter stranger. Silent before her he stood” and gave Iter a note “f r an answer.” He left as quickly as he had come and Priscilla stood stupefied, with the note. She opened it and read— “Priscilla, Prepare for company, for I have planned a party. Have plenty to eat, and plenty of patience. I will supply the company and the entertainment, ' Maria.” Priscilla suddenly remembered that the stranger had had an angelic look. So site made her humble dwelling as attractive as possible and sent for John Aldeti. He was duly informed of the mystery and together, with prayer and fasting they awaited the guests who they hoped would be angels or at least missionaries. A week after receiving the strange letter. John Alden and Priscilla saw a many-colored cavalcade coming through the forest. A brisk, pretty, plump little woman alighted quicklv and, after kissing Priscilla and slapping Alden on the back, site began to introduce the company. “1 am Maria: this is Sir Toby Belch. 'Phis is Touchstone, though goodness knows he will never do it. in this country of dirt and wood. This is m Lady Olivia: bring her a chair. Here are I hikes enough t banish, and Viola, alias Cesario. and Rosalind; don’t be shocked at those stockings on Malvolio. 'This is l.adv Macbeth, but she is going back since this is not the ‘Way of Ambition.’ Do be kind to Sir Andrew gueehcek; ho is very polite. This is Feste. who sings like a nightingale. Here is Odysseus, who wished to wander this far with us. and Evangeline who is looking for her lover. Gabriel.” “Maybe she could find him if he would blow his trumpet ” interrupted Feste. For more than a week the company ate and drank and shocked John and Priscilla almost out of house and home. The oaths of Sir Toby were pro- 27