Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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Rivals. Sophomore Story. was a lovely summer day and the four college girls coming across the campus from the tennis court had been making good use of it. i'Let's see, Marion, weren't you and Margaret Randolph good friends when you went to high? questioned Stella Hill of her companion. Marion half resented the question but answered carelessly, nm El g T E349 i'Yes, I suppose that's what you'd call us. MVVell, continued Stella, Hwhy don't you chum with her now? VVhen- ever she joins us you disappear and o11e can tell by her look that it hurts her. One of the other girls who knew of Stellals habit of thoughtlessly asking embarrassing questions, prevented Marion from answering this one by challeng- ing the rest to a race, which Stella, always ready for a frolic of any kind, imme- diately started. When passing through the hall i11 the dormitory they noticed that the door of Margaret's room was open as though she had just gone out, and, as they were welcome there at any time, two of the girls walked i11. Stella lingered in the hope of obtaining another opportunity of putting her question to Marion, but the latter made a hasty retreat to her own room across the hall. Stella, proceeding to join the others in Margaret's room, was greeted with: Now, Inquisitive, you haven't received an answer to your trouble- some question yet, have you? No, I haven't, but I will, presisted Stella. Maimie. she coaxed, go- ing up to one of the girls, you know. Won't you tell me? HI suppose I must in order to stop your waylaying Marion again. Helping herself to a piece of fudge from a dish on the table, Maimie told how Margaret Randolph and Marion Lawrence had both worked for a prize in high school and how Margaret had come off victor. Ever since Marion had acted distant with Margaret and in college a sort of rivalry had sprung up between them in all their classes. Now, as it was near the end of the term, Marion was acting worse than ever. VVhen this recital was finished Stella burst out, I tell you, girls, its pure jealousy. If I were Margaretfu HVVhat would you do? interrupted Margaret, as she came into the room, her eyes red with weeping. 'Id'-why, Marg Randolph! Where have you been and what's the matter with your eyes? HI have bee11 for a walk to the post-oflice, Stella, but I didn't know there was anything wrong with my eyesfl replied Margaret. Now, now! Own up, Missy. HWell, the truth is, girls, Ilm going home for a spell. HGoing home! and what for, pray?l' PAGE NINETEEN 'P A .J- Efe, -- Si, l ,.,, ii ,.. lilill ly ll 1'illlllllll 5 ll.Ja.,lil ,lull liamg. iw I V 2:'. 5 'Z V 'QE lil- 'I ,' , iffiilf l' 'll H35 i. li llldllil lull ll wliif .l all l lf ll all l lil lflll lrswflll llll ll Y lv mit. ft-all ' if ill ll ' L- .l -fl f ll? wlltillz lf il -fi - fl-My -.l. 1 ' i ' ,.',.' -s wg , ,Ml I ,, . l,1 1-., ' J ,lf wll, ulll 'l'llliwl'4liEill1 n HM, l.Li?-Wil, I l ,5:4,l,v -lo ' , ln lun! . - ' . , - ' s-- f fl . - ' ' - .I 'JI' RW, , I I' l A U ff- ' L'- lf Q Q F99 ggges-S nl..- - .T .g is , P . llx will ,. il , W ll l l l -... ,.-,, ,-

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There is nothing here, said he to himself. He turned his head. Ugh! There it was! A chill came over him but he did not move. The candle threw enough light so he could just see the yellow, bony face. It was a skull. He moved closer. Yes, he could see now. From under some old rags protruded the bones of an arm and leg. He was no longer afraid, but approached the form which was in a sitting posture against some wood. Swift saw an old piece of paper inside the lining of what had been a coat, and tearing this out, he saw on it a queer looking diagram. At first he could not make it out, but on closer in- spection he saw that it represented a room. It had the same shape as the very cellar he was in and there was a cross marking the position ofa small pile of stones near the wall. He hastened up the ladder to tell Burns and found him with his foot on the window sill, ready to jump out. 'iWhat are you doing there? laughed Swift. HThat is no ghost. lt's the skeleton of a man. I found this paper and it must mean something. Come on, quick, we'll go down and see what it is. When Burns heard this, his courage returned and together they once more descended the ladder. , HNow,'l began Swift,l'this diagram seems to conform to the shape of this cellar, and the cross seems intended to mark the position of that pile of stones. There must be something under them or I miss my guess. HWell, let's see what it is. They fell to work taking the stones away and when they had completed this task they saw what seemed to be an old board. They tried to lift it, but it was solid. Swift brushed away the dirt and saw that it was fastened with an old lock. HWe'll soon settle that, muttered he, hammering at it with a rock. There she goes. VVhen the lock had been broken, he lifted the board and saw there was a hole under it. 'iHold the candle closer, he said, peering into the hole. UHoly smoke, look here! Burns fell all over himself getting down to see what it was. i'What luck,'l gasped he, with his eyes popping out of his head. During the remainder of the night the hunters sat by the fire counting out piles of yellow coin, while the storm raged unheeded through the trees without. HAROLD J. BRUHNS, '09. 35 'X -. cf F ,ig PAGE EIGHTEEN

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For answer Margaret laid a black-bordered envelope on the table. It brought the sad news of her mother's unexpected death. The girls were silent for awhile then Stella, all sympathy, asked: HIS there anything we can do for you, Margaret? UNO, thank you, only leave me to myself. The next day Margaret left college for three weeks. During her absence Marion thought seriously of her treatment of Margaret and determined to act differently when she returned. Four weeks later a jolly crowd of girls was assembled in Marion's room for the first time. Tonight our sentences will be pronounced, girls, exclaimed Marion from the table where she was preparing a dainty luncheon. HYes, and I expect at least two Hunk notes, H came the sudden declaration from a corner where Stella had made herself comfortable with cushions and a cup of chocolate, how many do you expect, Margaret? Maimie sighed as she said to herself, Stella isnlt cured of asking ques- tions yet. , Everyone, from the teachers down, had noticed that Margaret had been failing in her studies since her return and Marion, seeing the flush that swept her face, interrupted by calling them to luncheon. After the good-nights had been said and Margaret was again in her own room she sat thinking about the question Stella had asked. How many notes would she get? She was going to India with her father and did not intend re- turning to college but she would so like to finish her first and only year with iiying colors. While busy with her thoughts she heard footsteps coming down the hall and knew it was the girl delivering the flunk notes. Would they stop at her door? No, they passed on. Maybe she overlooked some and will drop them when she comes up again. No, they passed her door again and she noticed that they had not halted at Marion's door either time. I'm glad of that, anyway, she said aloud as she turned out the light. The next day the girls went on a picnic which had been planned as a fare- well for Margaret. At the last moment Marion and Stella found out they could not go, so were contented with seeing the rest off. When they were returning up the driveway Marion, espying a large four-leaf clover rearing its head above all others, picked it and fastened it in her belt. 'lThey only gave half the Hunk notes last night, suddenly remarked Stella, 'ijust up to the letter M. HAre you sure of that? hastily inquired Marion. Upon receiving an answer in the affirmative, she started on a run toward Margaret Randolph's room with Stella some few feet behind her. HSix! she exclaimed, gazing in astonishment at the notes on the table. HShe won't know I am ahead of her if I can help it, and deliberately taking a match from the table she placed the notes in a chafing dish'and touched the match to them, saying as she did so, She's not coming back next year anyway. PAGE TWENTY