Paterson Eastside High School - Mirror Yearbook (Paterson, NJ)

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42 GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL Twice, during the next fortnight, she met Howard accompanying Miss Archery and this, with Fred's information, worried her very muchg she hardly knew what to think. Had Howard told her a falsehood? When Howard came to see Effie again she told him she had seen him darting into a store that very morning, to avoid meeting her. This morning, Effie? surely you are mis- taken. I am pretty certain I was not out with her. Now, yesterday morning I did meet her and walk a block or two, but- Oh, that was too much! Two mornings then, and how many more? So she interrupted him by saying: It is useless to deny it. I saw you. You deceived me once, and-- Effie, how can you? I will explain, al- though your distrust pains me very deeply. No explanation at all, Howardg only this- promise me you will keep away from her, and I will forgive you the past, said Effie. Let me tell you, Effie. No, no! You must choose between us! All right, Effie. It shall be as you wish. You shall not be worried about her any more. Several days more passed by, and Effie was beginning to feel quite easy again with regard to Howard's devotion to her, when, one after- noon, a young friend of hers came in and asked her to take a walk in the park. Effie agreed. After walking some time they noticed it was be- coming quite late and the girls were preparing to leave the park, when Effie saw Miss Archer, and sure enough by her side was Howard Mans- field. They were quite near. Miss Archer bowed, and smiled-a triumphant smile, Effie thought- nnd he looked another- way, as if he had not seen her. There was no longer any doubt in Effie's mind. Howard Mansfield was unworthy of even a sigh. She would dismiss him from her mind and heart, if it nearly killed her to do so. That evening he called. When he put forth his hand to clasp hers, she coldly, calmly, cruel- ly, drew off and spoke the words which sent him forth. Effie, I could never have doubted you thus. I will go! You will not let me speak one word in defence. Time will prove the injustice you do me, Howard said. ' Go, Howard Mansfield! I never wish to see you again , she said, as he left her side and home. ' Two days after, she received a note from him, saying: Will you not let me come and convince you of your injustice? I know appearances are against meg but that is all. If you will not let me come, I shall leave the city to-morrow, to be gone many months. . GOI was the' only answer Howard received. He was g-one, Fred had told her so, And from the same source, a few hours later, she 're- ceived tidings that almost crushed the life from her heart. Howard Mansfield was dreadfully wounded, perhaps dying. The train in which he had gone was thrown from the track, many of the passen- gers killed, and more wounded. The accident had taken place only about thirty miles from the city, and Howard would be brought home that afternoon. Oh! how bitterly Effie repented her cruelty. Oh! if she had only let him come to her, then he would not have been on the train. She would never forgive herself. She must ily to his side and gain his forgive- ness. Yes, she would go. And, with Fred, she started, and soon reached Howard's board- ing-house, and learned he had arrived. She went into the parlor, while Fred went up to Howar-d's room t-0 see how he was. She entered the parlor, and there met a sight that caused her to spring joyously forward for an instant, and exclaim: Thank Heaven, Howard, you are safe! And then drew back, cold and proud, when she thought again how she had been deceived. In the parlor on the sofa sat Miss Archer, and sitting by her side, the object of all Effie's trouble and uneasiness. The gentleman arose, ,and approacning her, said: I see, Miss Willard, that you have fallen into a very common mis'fake. My brother is very seri- ously hurt, but We hope not fatally. I have just left him. He is more comfortable. All the truth flashed into her mind then, and how he had pleaded to be permitted to tell her how she was mistaken. Fred 'came after Effie to go up and see How- ard, who had asked for her. Fred 'rubbed his eyes, and looked with the most perfect amazement on the man that he had so often mistaken for Howard, who was How- ard's twin brother. , ' Forgive me, Howard! Effie pleaded, as she sank beside his couch. You know now, dear, that I was not what you thought me! Howard murmured. Effie had received a severe lesson in hasty judgment. After ,Howard was well enough to talk, all was made very clear to her. Effie, since her marriage, is constantly preach- ing against judging by appearances, and con- demning hastily on such proof. ' JUNE WALDMAN.

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SENIOR YEAR BOOK 41 JUDGING BY APPEARANCES. Effie Willard sat pouting, and for a good cause, she thought. All the evening she had been waiting and watching for the coming of Howard Mansfield, and when the little time- piece on the mantel pointed to ten o'clock, she knew she could hope no longer, he would not come. What has detained him? often she mur- mured. If I had not felt sure of his coming, I would have gone to Howard had better give this, or I shall not get not let Fred know how the opera with Fred. a very good excuse for over it very soon. I'll I've been disappointed, or he will tease me dreadfully. Poor little Effie did not feel much better, the next morning, when h-er brother Fred saluted her. You must have had a rather lonely time last night Effie. Why so? Effie asked. Why? Because a certain young gentleman, that I think you expected, spent his evening somewhere else, and in the company of as pretty a girl as I ever saw! Effie's face flushed unmistakably, although she tried hard to appear unconcerned, and replied : You saw him at the opera, I suppose. Likely he was with his sisterg her in town every day. I know he is expecting Yes, I saw himg .but I'll give you my word that girl was not his sister. No, indeedl' Boys are not so devoted in sisters. their manner to their Effie maintained as calm an exterior as pos- sible and forced down a very small breakfast. She would not have eaten a mouthful, only she knew Fred was watching her, and anxious to get a chance for further teasing. Howard Manstield's family resided in an ad- joining state. He was engaged in business in the city where 'Effie Willard lived. She had kn-own him nearly a year. Within the last few months he had visited her very frequently, and although they were not actually engaged, there was a pretty good understanding between them. That evening he presented himself to Effie, and said immediately: I was so provoked not to be with you last evening, and more so because I had not even time to write you a line explaining my absence. Mr. Blake came to me, just as I was leaving the store, and gave me information that necessitated 1ny leaving town immediately. I had only just time to 'catch the train, and did not get back until very late. Effie was prepared to treat hi1n very coldly, but this explanation surprised her quite out of her intention, and she said: Why, I heard you were at the opera! Did you not return in time t-o drop in there for a little while? I-Ioward's face turned very red, and looking at Effie rather sternly he asked: Do you doubt me? If I had returned in time for an hour anywhere, it would have been here. Effie was forced to believe him, he looked so honest and truthful. After all ,perhaps Fred was only teasing her. Howard continued very devoted, and for many days Effie had not cause for disquietude. One day, about two weeks after the evening of the commencement of our story, Effie was walking in the park with Fred, when he ex- claimed: ' Look, Effie! I declare there is Howard, with the girl I saw him with at the opera. And so it was Howard, who came up and presented Miss Archer. Effie was troubled and perplexed, and conse- quently not very cordial. So, after a few mo- ments of constrained remarks, they separated. Howard came in the evening, and told Effie Miss Archer was an intimate friend of his sister's, and had come to spend several weeks in the city. He wished so much Effie would go with him to call on her. But Effie declined, for a woman's reason- 'ishe did not want to. And Howard was a little hurt.

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SENIOR YEAR BOOK -13 As Shakespeare Sees the Faculty. Mr. North- Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. -King John. Miss Hemingway- She shall be loved and also feared. -Taming of the Shrew. Miss Wilber - Miss Pierce- Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -Midsummer Night's Dream. Miss Cannon- Here comes the lady! -Romeo and Juliet. Mrs. Wesman- Her humorous King John. Miss Duryea- Miss Gilmour- They are together, so that clubs cannot part them. -As You Like lt. Miss Terwilleger-'tWhat is she that all our swains commend her? Miss Porter- Miss Walker- Cunning indeed in mathematics. -Taming of the Shrew, Miss Caster- Of wondrous vi'rtues .-Mer- chant of Venice. Miss Abell- Your worth is very dear in our regard. -Merchant of Venice. Miss G. W-olfe- Your gentleness shall force more than your force move us. to gentle- ness. -As You Like It. Miss Mapes- Quiet, pleasing, commendable. -Taming of the Shrew. Miss' Downs- And will discourse most elo- quent music. -Hamlet. ' . Miss Proche- Young in limbs, in judgment old. -Merchant of Venice. Miss Wood- The dove and very blessed spirit of peace. -King Henry IV. Mr. Barringer- Benedick, the married man. --Much Ado About Nothing. Miss Fulton- - Miss Smith- Your most sweet voices . -Conolanus. Mr. Roberts- An upright judge, a learned judge! -Merchant of Venice. Mr. Oakley- There's the humor of it. -Merry Wives of Windsor. Mr. Martin- Men of few words are the best men. -King Henry V. Miss Barrowclough- Exceeding wise and fair spoken. -King Henry VIII.. Miss Landru- This is the manifold linguist. -All's Well That Ends Well. Miss Dormida- Your fair discourse hath been as sugar. Making the hard way sweet and delectable. -Richard II. Mr. Coyne- -. Mr. Dutcher- This is the short and the long of it. -Merry Wives of Windsor. Miss Mack- ladyship. - Miss Banghart- And wheresoever they went-- like Juno's swans-coupled and insepara- able. -As You Like It. Mr. Olver- I did dream of moneybags to- night. -Merchant of Venice. Mr. Young- We all have much respect of thee. -King John. Miss Rusack-- Sometimes from her.eyes I did receive fair speechless messages. -Mew chant of Venice. Mr. Reed-- I am Sir Oracle, and when I open my lips let no dog bark. -Merchant of Venice. Mr. Frazee- From the crown of his head to the sole of his shoe, he is all mirth. -- Much Ado About Nothing. Miss Green- The fair, the chaste, the unex- pressive she. -As You Like It. Miss Healy- Finds tongues in Ktrees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. -As You Like It. Miss Romary- Is she not passing fair. -Two Gentlemen of Verona. Miss Merrey- Just as high as my heart. -As You Like It. Mr. Smith- Talks as familiarly of roaring lions as maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs! -King John. Miss Warner-- Her voice was very soft, Gentle, and low. -King Lear. Miss Shaw- How well in thee appears tl1e con- stant service. -As You Like It. Miss E. Smith- In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, to make some good, but others to exceed. -Pericles. Miss Buckley- Where's the cook? -Taming of the Shrew. Miss Cairns- Indeed, madam, with needle and thread. -Taming of the Shrew. Miss Hennessey- Fair ladies, you drop manna Miss Carter- in the way of starved people. -Merchant of Venice. Miss Dempsey- Of a constant noble nature. -Othello. Mrs. Barringer- Sirg as I have a soul, she is an angel. -King Henry VIII. Miss McNair- Thou are so lovely fair. -Othello. Miss Adams- More is thy due than more than all can pay. -Macbeth. Miss Duffy- I'1l have a swashing and a martial outside. -Merchant of Venice. Miss Rea- Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. -As You Like It. ' Mr. Steinmetz- Give me some music. -An- thony and Cleopatra. Mr. Collard- He sits high in all the people's hearts. -Julius Caesar. Mr. Pietri- Pray thee, take pains to allay with some old drops of modesty thy skipping spirit. -As You Like It. Miss Santangelo-- I do perceive in you an excellent touch of modesty. -Twelfth Night. Mr. Boyd- This, was the noblest Roman of them all.-Julius Caesar.