Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

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his Last Coast €¢ ({)F course you know, sir, you enter that ward upon your own responsibility ?’’ “Yes, I’ve been warned.”’ ““You’re the new military chaplain, are you not?”’ ‘“ Yes, Doctor.” ‘‘Even though this is your work, Coudray—is that not the name ?”’ 5 “Well, even though this is your work, Coudray, I’m obliged to Warn you that this is an extremely dangerous case.’’ ‘‘T thank you, Doctor, for your kindness, but of course I must go in. I hear he is very young?’’ ‘“Yes. We shall miss him; he was very popular.’ ‘Is there no hope?”’ ‘He won’t last another day. Something on his mind is worry: @ the fever on.’’ “What a pity! Well, good-morning, Doctor.’’ ‘“Good-bye, Coudray.”’ ro In the still room Coudray moved slowly toward the bed, grad- ually becoming accustomed to the suppressing darkness. His eyes met the dull gaze of a man resting in that state which precedes the final agony of death. ‘It’s been an eternity waiting, Coudray.’’ ‘‘T couldn’t come before, Lenard, but rest assured, the maps are safe.’’ ‘Don’t speak to me of those plans. I’m haunted as it is!’’ he exclaimed passionately. ‘All right, you’ve done your part, and well at that. Your father will be satisfied.’’ ‘‘Te would consider it my duty, I suppose,’’ wearily. Suddenly with trembling hands he drew himself up and spoke With great agitation. “Do you know, Coudray, I love England—don’t look so an- royed! My parents sent me here when I was a little child, I’ve often wondered why. I grew up mingling with these people and ow they suddenly send a command for me to betray England, the land I know, for a strange land. If they wished me to be a true German why did they send me to England to spend my entire boy- hood here? Did they send me for this, Coudray?’’ ‘‘Lenard Schultz, your father sent you here at a great sacrifice to himself but Captain Sehultz has always sacrificed himself for his country and he expects much from his son.’’ ‘Tis country,’? murmured Schultz, ‘‘but this is my country. Would he have done this, Coudray ?’’ o

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as the few seconds that followed. I can’t describe my feelings [Imagine them for yourself. How would you feel while you wert waiting to be torn limb from limb? But Scrapper was travelling with such velocity that he could not stop as suddenly as I did and he went flying on past. Tillie could not stop herself either, so she stumbled over me and fell flat, deluging me with all the milk left in the pail and showering vorn over both of us. The chickens, who were still waiting for breakfast and whose appetites had been whetted by the ex- citing chase, pounced upon Tillie and me and pecked and clawed us in their frantic effort to get the grain. Then Scrapper still thirsting for vengeance, turned upon me. But before he could reach me, one of the puppies got hold of his tail feathers, partly arresting his attack. For one glad moment | believed that I was going to be saved. I did want to live after all, but just as I had collected my wits enough to try to get up, the tail feathers gave way and again my life was in peril. Serapper was diving at me. He was within a few feet of me. I closed my eyes and waited. Then I heard a thud and a squawk of rage from Scrapper. I opened my eyes to find mvse!t staring into Scrapper’s blazing orbs. He was flat on the ground, barely out of reach of me. Ilope rose in my breast again for i saw that Tillie, who was lying as she had fallen, was tightly holding with one outstretched hand, the rooster’s leg. Serapper twisted around and began making vicious becks at her arms and face. but the girl bravely held on until uncle picked me up and someone else got hold of Serapper. A little later when sobbing, distracted Tillie had been calmed and the noisy chickens had been returned to their pen, I wit- nessed Scrapper’s execution with the utmost pleasure and I re- member that | viciously voiced the hope that the old fellow would not go to Heaven. ALLENE GORDON, ’14.

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‘“T ean hardly say,’’ impatiently—‘‘I’ll send the plans on in the morning.’’ ‘And then what?’’ groaned Schultz. ‘And then I shall resign my position and return to less dan- gerous work, but you haven’t told me, don’t I make an excellent chaplain ?’’ “Yes you don’t seem to fear any disease connected with your work,’’ musingly. ‘‘Your poor father,’’ leaning over the bed almost tenderly, ‘‘it will be a bitter victory for him, boy, when he sees Germany supreme on the sea at the expense of your life.’’ ‘‘T wish I could have known him. When you see him, Coudray, say I send him this message, ‘‘ What I do, I do because | reverence loyalty.’ ’’ Coudray looked at him quickly and shook his head wondering but replied simply. ‘‘It shall be as you wish.’’ Giving the German salute, he bowed himself out as he responded to Sehulcz’s ‘Good- bye.’’ Tick! Tick! Tick! clamored the clock out in the dimly hghted hall. ‘“Almost twelve,’’ muttered Schultz as he swayed from his bed and staggered towards the door. Out into the hall he crawled and a sudden lureh against the wall brought his scorched cheeks in con- tact with the cool plastered surface. ‘‘Great, but I can’t stay here. The Admiral and Lieutenant Crey will be fussing over papers—what makes this infernal floor rcck so?—my tongue feels so strange, seems to fill my mouth. Great Heavens! the lights are going out!’’ Wildly his hands feit along the wall, ‘‘There’s no door here!”’ ‘“Towering over masses of papers the admiral figured, talking partly to himself, partly to Lieutenant Grey. ‘‘Tf we complete three more vessels by June we shall be ahead of Germany by two. You know, Grey, our English investigator dis- covered they have two vessels on record that are absolutely worth- less.’’ ‘Yes, we have three useless ones ourselves.’’ drawled Grey. ““That’s not the point,’’ retorted the overheated Admiral, mop- ping his brow, ‘‘the fact is, those Dutchmen don’t know our affairs as well as we do theirs—it’s beastly hot in here. Get some ice, Grey.”’ Grey stepped into the dim hall whistling softly to the ceiling. A heavy thud and he was sprawled over a black bundle. ‘‘A man! unconscious! Lord, it’s the fever patient! Oh, I say, Admiral, man fainted out here in the hall.”’ They carried him into the well lighted office and placed him on a couch. ‘“My flask, quick, Grey! He’s dying! Chafe his hands while I get this down his throat! Put the lights lower, he’s coming to!’’ ‘England on the sea,’’ drowsily came from Schultz. ‘““Yes,’’ encouragingly from the Admiral. ‘Get them—the maps, and destroy them,’’ with more animation. ‘Why?’ intently from both men. 6