Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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THE MAGNET 7 had gone. Later in the day we heard that the mail carrier’s horse was missing, and that he found three one hundred dollar bills tacked up in the horses stall. I did not connect the two events at first, but suddenly I re- membered. The day that Tex had ridden the colt he had told me about a horse he used to have that was all black but a white spot the size of a dollar on his neck. ‘‘ Happy,” the mail carrier's horse, and the one he had told me of, were one and the same horse. I heard of Tex only twice since; once when a relative of father’s wrote to him and said he had hired a man who looked like a cowboy and who had a fine black horse. Another time long afterwards I received a package containing a large 44, and the words “‘ From Tex,” in a cramped writing. As to what became of him and his horse I never knew. ALBERT G. Lauzow, '15. Keeping Up With Peter EGINALD ELSWORTH WARNER sat sulkily in the library window- R seat, alternately sucking his thumb and decorating the glass with his initials. What did he care about Bridge Parties? Bridge parties always meant an extra scrubbing and combing, and spending the afternoon in the drawing-room with a lot of ladies in silks and plumes who called him “such a dear little fellow,” and ‘‘so cute.”” And he always had to pass the cake, too. Of course some one invariably took the very piece he had his eye on, and he had to be satisfied with what was left. Reginald had only regarded this as one of the evils of life which every- one had to put up with; that is, until he met Peter. Peter had completely reformed his ideas. Huh! white stockings, Peter said he didn’t wear them. In fact, Reginald had never seen him wear any. And Peter earned money. He sold papers. Yesterday he bought a base ball. When Reginald told his father, he gave him fifty cents to buy one. But that wasn’t the same as earning it. And then just as soon as Peter rolled it in the mud for him, and spit on it, and,got it nice and black and disreputable, like his own, why then, Reginald’s mother had found it and in horror had thrown the beautiful thing into the fire. She called it ‘ perfectly disgusting,” but it wasn’t, and Regi- nald had cried over it so much that she had given him a big rubber one with pictures on it. ‘A rubber ball with pictures,” Reginald thought that was disgusting and he threw it out the window into the pansy bed, so he had to stay in the nursery all the morning. Just as he got that far in his meditations he heard a familiar whistle. At the same time he heard his mother coming for him, so he pushed open the long French window and stepped out on to the terrace. Peter was

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10 THE MAGNET ‘Just before Silver and I parted, for one goes one side of the herd while the other stays on his side, Silver come to me and said he had a ‘hunch’ that he would never see me again. It was the first time he had ever spoken to me in that way and I was troubled, and tried to cheer him up. He gave me a long, thick, envelope, and asked me to see that it was delivered if he did go down. Then we shook hands and parted.” Tex again stopped and the rest of us sought a more comfortable posi- tion. After a pause of about two minutes, he started again. ‘Well, I never met him again. Several times during lulls in the storm I heard him singing. The sound of a human voice soothes the cattle. Another time ina bright flash of lightning I saw him—for the last time: Once a light blue flame appeared on the top of every horn. This isa omen of distress. ‘“About midnight the cattle, as if by common zmpulse, started forward on the run. I did my best to stop them, but it was impossible. They kept running for two solid hours. I kept up with them. Once I heard the sound of a revolver three times right a-going, and I was troubled. Was it Silver? Finally, at the end of the third hour, they were feeding quietly, and I started back for the camp and breakfast. ‘ Happy,’ my horse, was nearly all in, and I wasn’t far from it. When I got to camp everybody seemed to be afraid of me. They kept at a little distance as if they were afraid I would speak to them, and they seemed to have asecret. I wondered where Silver was, but asked no questions, for I thought he was still on his way back. ‘After breakfast the boss approached me and said quietly: ‘One man went under last night,’ and I knew from his face that it had been Silver. That was why he had not come. I followed the boss to where they had laid Silver. He was hardly recognizable. They had found him surrounded by acircle of dead steers that he had shot in an attempt to save himself. Fie and his horse had been trampled on by about fifteen hundred steers. “After that, the West had no attraction forme. I tovk his gunas a souvenir and went to the station where I mailed the package and was go- ing to sell ‘Happy.’ I found I couldn’t sell him; it was like selling a brother, so I took him out on the prairie and left him. Then I took the train, came East, found a job, and then got this one, so here I am.” We smoked in silence. We had nothing to say. A little while after we heard a shout from the front of the house and went around to investi- gate. It was the mail carrier. The horse would not stand, so Tex held him while I got a lantern. I was going around the horse when Tex asked me to hold the lantern up. I did so, and just above the collar I saw a white spot the size of a dollar. Tex whistled in a queer way, and the horse jumped; then under Tex’s hand quieted down. The others who were talk- ing with the mail carrier did not notice all this. I wondered, but said nothing. Next morning Tex did not come to breakfast and we found that he

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12 THE MAGNET swinging his bare legs from his perch on the gate, and whistling with all his lungs. When Reginald appeared, he jumped down and ran to him. “I can’t come out now,” explained the former hurriedly. “I'll meet you down the street bye ’m’ bye.” Just then a voice was heard calling, “ Reggie, Reggie darling, where aré you? Mother wants you to come and see the nice ladies.” So Reginald slipped around to the front door, muttering to himself, ‘‘Old hens!” About twenty minutes later he escaped from the “old hens” and his unsuspecting mother, and raced do wn the street to his trysting place, the corner store, where Peter was lounging on the steps. “Peter,” demanded the child of fortune, ‘‘why can’t I be a newsboy like you?” “Huh!” grunted Peter, surveying him. ‘ You look jes’ like one! Jim- iny crickets!’ and he shook with mirth. “Well,” came doubtedly from his companion, “I’ve got a blue suit and a brown one and—”’ | | “Oh yer see,” explained Peter, ‘you gotta look like me!” Reginald Elsworth’s heart sank like lead. He despaired of ever acquir- ing the artistic scratches, rags, shaggy locks and dirt of Peter. “T tell yer what,” suddenly exclaimed the latter, ‘Yer come along home with me and I’ll fix yer up jes’ swell!” Reginald’s blood immediately changed its course from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. But Peter had already arisen, taking it for granted that Reginald would follow, in which he was quite right. The two little boys set off down the street together. Farther and farther they went; off of public thoroughfares into dirty alleys, where every one stared at Regi- nald in amazement. After a while, when they had trodden a perfect laby- rinth puzzle of thése byways, Reginald’s sturdy little legs began to tire, and finally , tears gathered in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, and just as he was thinking that he must certainly sit down on some slimy doorstep to rest, Peter drew him into a dark doorway and up a flight of cluttered stairs, into a dark, smelly room. ‘De ole man’s out, yer see,’ vouchsafed Peter, as Reginald sank on to a dilapidated old sofa. He didn’t see anything, but he sincerely wished that he had waited until he had his little pony-cart out some morning be- fore he paid Peter a visit. He had entirely forgotten the object of his visit. But Peter hadn’t. ‘“Yer’ll have ter shed de footgear,” he proclaimed with authority. . Reginald was doubtful about the advisability of this. His mother had told him that morning that it was too cool for him to go barefooted while he played in the sand-pile. He hadn’t thought of his mother before—but of course white sandals and stockings were out of the question for a news- boy; so off came the offending articles. His legs appeared awfully white beside Peter’s. But Peter had a remedy. Running out, he soon returned with his hands full of mud which he placed ona broken dish. Then he made Reginald take off his white sailor suit. Then he produced from some-