Immaculata Academy - Lilium Convallium Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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The gold is . Ma- deep ' pain, rain, reindition, we behold it t 3, angel to this iihapp- F, ,. ates, 'olves powers, day, released, ight. KMONICA Mom LILIUM CONVALLIUM Love Always Finds a Way ttMrs. Hugh: Nominated for Assembly at 10:30 tonight. Edi, What a thrill that yellow envelope gave Mrs. Hugh. For a moment she dreaded open- ing it, fearing the bad news it might contain, and when she finally did so and read it over and over again with shining eyes, she murmured, ttIt can,t be true? But there was Ed,s own signature to prove it. When her husband returned, flushed with success an hour later, his wifets eyes glis- tened with pride as she went forth to greet him. Then in a sudden change of mood, grow- ing from gay to grave, from grave to despondent, she turned away. ttWhy! What is the matteriw asked Ed in anxiety. ttArentt you glad Pm nominated? ttOh, yes, glad; but what does the nomination mean, Ed?t, ttMean? It means everything; it means I shall go to Assembly and be somebody in this glorious state of ours? Mr. Hugh shouted in his enthusiasm. ttGo to the Assembly on a Democratic ticket in a hopelessly Republican district? Oh, Ed! It is indeed hopelessW But argue as she might, she could not persuade him. He had won his nomination at great odds, it was true, but fired with ambition and full of spirit, he refused to weigh the terrible odds against his election. So Hugh started in his campaign. One Saturday evening he came back silent and de- spondent; after two weeks things looked darker than he would acknowledge. Now his wife was the one to be confident and cheerful. ttJust keep at it and youlll win. Now I want you to go to bed, for I know you have a cold and a headache. Thatts why youlre so blue, andat, ttAnd whatiw WVell, then, cross. Yes, you are. Lets not argue about that. .Now go to bed? Hugh spent a restless night. Many a time his wife heard him say that now he was sick, he might be defeated. Contradicting, ttBut he wouldntt! Not thatahe had to win? The next morning he was very ill. The doctor assured Mrs. Hugh that it would require time be- fore her husband could resume his campaign work. Mrs. Hugh well knew that threaten- ing defeat would make his illness all the more unbearable and perhaps so much more serious. What could be done? For a while she thought and prayed the good God to help her. Then passing her hands through her beautiful hair, she suddenly said aloud, ttHugh shall win; Hugh shall win? She rushed to the phone, rang up her mother, and told her of her plan. Within half an hour a little sweet-faced woman had established herself in the sick room and was bathing the brow warm with fever. The meeting that evening was a noisy one. The principal speaker had just left the stage, and the whole building rang with applause. In the midst of the tumult the chairman rose and rapped for silence, and in an instant all was still, for the chairmants face wore a stern expression. Through the hall the tension of foreboding excitement could be felt. The chairman moved toward the stage entrance, beckoned some one, then stopped. Every eye was intent upon that entrance, and a suppressed gasp came from that vast audience as a woman stepped on the stage. Instinctively the audience rose as one man, and there was silence. The chairman then spoke: ttGentlemen, our meeting has been distinctively honored by the presence of the wife of one of our candidates. I take the greatest pleasure in intro- ducing to you the wife of our worthy candidate for the Assembly, Mrs. Hugh? A great shout greeted herathen she spoke. It was not a wordy speech, not so flowery in style as some of those preceding it, but it was none the less forcible. She told her story simply: her husband,s determination to win in the face of immense obstacles; his sudden illness and an appeal to the loyalty of his party for help. llIt is unnecessary to tell you, his own party menfl she concluded, ttwhy Hugh should be elected. You know better than I? 27

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LILIUM CONVALLIUM We are greeted by the caressing sound of heavenly music. The soul 18 Judged. Soul: ttTake me away, and in the lowest deep There let me be, And there in hope the long night-watches keep, Told out for me. There, motionless and happy in my pain, Lone, not forlorn,- There will I sing my sad perpetual strain, Until the morn? Now to the triumph of the artisfs conception and rendition, we behold the soul of Gerontius wafted away; we hear the sacred promise of Godts angel to this tthappy, suffer.- ing soul. Angel: ttNow let the golden prison ope its gates, Making sweet music, as each fold revolves Upon its ready hinge. And ye great powers, Angels of Purgatory, receive from me My charge, a precious soul, until the day, When, from all bond and forfeiture released, - hkw- I shall reclalm it for the courts of light? .Qlt'shecould not pereuz hMONICA MORLEY,. t17. :ybuytfjred with ambitml Eielection. ahiscampaign. One Sat mks things looked darkt :mnfident and cheerful. :tyoutllmtn. Now I want Thats why youtre so blt st Yes, you are. Letts n0 tcss night. Many a time hntradicting, uBut he will The doctor assur dHresume his campaig :thsillness all the more eh a while she thoug Jglitter beautiful hair, CLASS ROOM. 26

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LILIUM CONVALLIUM whole house responded with the echoes of al of the most influential politicians taking her husband,s campaign into ing that it was her place to Thereupon shouts upon shouts arose; the tumultuous applause. When order was restored, sever came forward, offering to relieve her of the strain by their own hands. She thanked them, but declined the offer, say win for her husband, not to let his friends do all. Again the chairman rose. llGentlemen, if the la . her loyal supporters, can do nothing better than to do as she deSIres. may as well say we are all at your disposal. Ask what you wish. . . A third time Mrs. Hugh arose, and thanked the gentlemen for their kindness. All she asked them was to be faithful allies; she would do the rest. This time the audience fairly roared in its praise and applause, and when the excitement once more abated Mrs. Hugh had vanished. , That night Mrs. Hugh confided all her days exploits to her mother, and received warin praise and encouragement. She then begged her husband to be of good courage, for lus friends would surely help him. Thus did his noble wife enter the arena of political struggle. went, receiving warm encouragement from Democrats everywhere. Many a Republican was won over by her simple appeals. A few jealous women ridiculed her efforts, but as a rule women who listened to her went home determined to persuade husbands, fathers and brothers to help this brave woman, who was not afraid to stand on good, just platform, alone and undaunted. Her well penned enthusiastic letters in journals and papers, whose theme was largely upon the abolishment of child labor-then a fiercely quarreled-over issueewon many to her side. Election night came. Mrs. Hugh was sitting at her husband,s bedside. The ambitious man could not conceal his intense disappointment. Again and again his wife told him that his friends were working for him, but little did he dream who it was that had fought for him so bravely, for he had not been allowed to see the papers, and consequently knew noth- ing of the trend of affairs. Then a messenger brought in a yellow envelope. Hugh eyed her curiously as she tore it open. She read aloud: ttMrs. Hugh: Portland carried by your husband. Overwhelming majority.-John Rick- ershaw? Hugh fairly gasped. Why had the telegram come to her Was it' an insult to him? He almost roared in his anger, but his wife soon quieted him. She told him the whole story, interrupted many a time by his demonstrations of amazed gratitude. And by the opening of the little yellow envelopesesometimes with bad news, and sometimes with good-and by the furious ringing of the telephone. - Just as the new day dawned the last telegram came in; Hugh had won with a good ma- jority. His wife almost shouted the happy news, and together they knelt in silent prayer of thanks. Then there broke in upon them a most dreadful noise; brass bands thundered and shouts re-echoed through the town. Before she left his bedside to meet the exuberant serenaders, her husband grasped her hand. ttEllenj, he said, ttI cannot quite believe it all. How could you do 1t aloneiw She bent over him and whispered, ttLove always finds a way? dy wishes to do this by herself, we, as Madam, I think that I From town to town she -FLORA CLARK, ,17. 28 In these hont uSO ttwas not Every obstac As they joun As they delve Each defeat t ttThus the cla Sought by all Sought by all Sooner than i In the High uThis is the This the tale 36 be ever tr True and fait Straightway Stillness reig Awed by tale Speech and s 110qu clear, Hall them far Never Will a c lnora Sang W ?hen these 3e ill Were there am JaeqlleS