Johnstown High School - Spectator Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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8 g SPECTAIOR i H Wi- Oh, Itimpa! How lovely of you. Those violets are so pretty among that soft green moss. Your taste is wonderful. Itimpa, my dear, what could I do without you! Since mother died you have been so good to me. There, you have given back my old courage and hope. If I could only find some actual news of Tom! Itimpa wan' you come stay wi' her people when Mr. Barnes go huniin' next time. I'd love to come, Itimpa. It is so lonely here. I'm afraid I could not bear it alone, thinking constantly of Tom's danger. Yes, I will come and stay with you, Itimpa. Come for me tomorrow. Me come tomorrow. Don' worry 'about Tom. You fin' him some day. And Itimpa went on her way through the dark forests in deep thought. That same day she had heard her father, the chief, tell of a young white man who had been found almost dead from fever and want of food and shelter. He had been taken to the nearest English settlement, seventy miles Qfrom Itimpa's home, and she resolved to take Kitty there and find out if the man could possibly be Tom. She did not, however, intend to tell Kitty of her little scheme, lest false hopes might bring fresh disappoint- ment. Itimpa went for Kitty next day, and found her dress- ed in an Indian maiden's costume of white doe-skin, fringed with red beads. Around her slim waist was wrapped a crimson sash, and a band of red velvet ribbon, with one large scarlet feather, ornamented her light, glossy curls. She wore beads and bracelets, and on her feet soft white moccasins. I'm now an Indian girl. My name will be Galalia, while I am with you. Do I not make a pretty Indian? Itimpa laughed lightly. You' face not dark, you' hair not black an' straight. But you beau' ful Indian. Me go in canoe today to white man's down river. You like go, too?

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SPECTATOR ' 7 of Tom Morris in childhood, and when older, they grew to love one another. Both families were wealthy. When eighteen, Kitty was much in the society of Henry Gra- ham, a close friend of Tom's. This led Tom to think she loved Henry, and that she held only a sisterly affec- tion for himself. About this time his father lost his for- tune and the family decided to leave England and go to America, and there, start anew. Tom, unable to bear his grief in the society of Kitty, went with them. After his arrival in America, he sent a letter to Kitty, telling her that he had always bored her, but as he saw that she had learned to care for Henry, he could not bear it, and so had left the country. Poor Kitty was heartbroken when she read this. She knew then how much she cared for Tom. She would not rest until she had persuaded her parents to take her to America in search of him. Misfortune followed them, for they had lived in America only one year when Mrs. Barnes died, but Kitty and her father stayed on and con- tinued the search. Nothing, however, had been learned of the Morrises until now, when Mr. Barnes discovered Tom's parents. Kitty's courage almost failed her, when she thought of the suffering her lover was probably now enduring, even possibly dying. She burst into tears, and in vain, her father tried to comfort her. Just then a light step was heard, and the next mo- ment Kitty was folded in the arms of a pretty, graceful Indian girl. Ah, Itimpa, I have at last heard of Tom's parents, but Tom has disappeared, and is now probably dying, sobbed poor Kitty. He maybe los'g maybe huntin' you. You patient, don' now give up hope. Look at present me brought you. Itampa held up a woven basket of bended roots, filled with green velvet moss, and deep purple violets.

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SPECTATOR 9 I'd love it, Itimpa. Then I can visit some of my English friends. Itimpa's brother and the two girls reached the little English settlement on the fourth day and Kitty paid si short visit to her friends. Itimpa sought out the stranger of whom she had heard. A tall, well-built, manly-looking fellow, with dark wavy hair, and shining brown eyes, arose as the Indian girl entered his cabin. Then Itimpa said, White man, me Itimpa, fren' o' pretty En'lish gi'l. She hun' man that come to this lan.' Me know you here, an' come Fm' out you' name. Kitty hun' two year. You here two year? Yes, yes, Itimpa. Who is this pretty English girl? You call her Kitty. Is her name Kitty Barnes? Her name, Kitty Barnes, you Tom Morris? Then Itimpa fin' you at las'! Kitty wait long time fo' you. She here. Wait, I get her. Tom Morris was bewildered, amazed! He would have followed the Indian girl but she had vanished be- fore he recovered himself. When Itimpa found Kitty, she told her she had found an old friend of hers who wished to see her. Kitty went eagerly with the Indian girl, who opened the door of Toms cabin and pushed her into the room. She stood dazed for a moment. Tom looked search- ingly into her pretty, blushing face. Then, as if satis- fied, he held his arms open to her, and Kitty rushed into them sobbing, Oh, Tom! I have found you at last! Yes, Kitty darling, and, God willing, we will never be lost from one another again. f Q,