Richmond High School - Shield Yearbook (Richmond, CA)

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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

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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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D in th “Our plans, you know,”’ going into the old state of lethargy. ‘““Who has the plans?’’ from the white-faced Admiral. 8 cap ‘ The cha—the chaplain,’’ a rattling in his voice prevented fur- Xela iher speech for a few seconds. ‘“Go find the Chaplain, Grey !”’ ul yo ‘““Why did you betray them, Schultz?’’ kindly. | ‘‘because I couldn’t bear to see England lose.’’ My ‘Is there anything I can do for you, Schultz?’’ uprene ‘“No,’’ after a long pause. suddenly, unassisted, he rose and taking a glass, gravely raised uy it and called clearly ‘‘To England on the waters,’’ and tossing the vere glass over his shoulder, he fell to the floor, dead. AGNES AMBROSE, ’14. cderine . eral (700 si Co the Dead bos In the Little Churchvard at San Jlablo Dear, dead, forgotten hearts, asleep you lie Under the cypress “neath the Spring’s fair sky. None sigh for you ner any eye is wet Musing on recollections of you yet. Above you, all the earth is sweet with life, Careless, unheeding, in its joy and strife, king That once you felt its beauty growing nigh, Breathing the scented breezes passing by. head The verdant, rural fields about you spread, dls Some other hearts with carefree footsteps tread, rth Some hearts that with blithe animation teem, Passing the spot where you quiescent dream. ; The same mute hills in quietude repose. 10) Purling among the myrtle vines there blows ails The vagrant wind of April, and the same iee Scintillant sun now floods the skies with flame I hear the meadow lark unwearied sing, lid in the self-same trees, while soft doth ring The bell within the tower high, but low, Voiceless and all forlorn, you lie below. Twill not be long ere I am by your side, Cold as the stone that doth your silence hide, Ere I am laid neglected “neath the tree, Leaving no friend to still remember me. God, the full Fount of pity, give you peace. Save for His love your very souls would cease, Dear, dead, forgotten hearts asleep that le Under the cypress ‘neath the Spring’s fair sky. RUTH C. WOODS, 712. J 1100 out) ng. oet “I