St Josephs Academy - La Lumiere Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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Class Prophecy My HELEN HESLIXGTOX, ’28 The rain beat monotonously against the window of my hut. as I sat staring into the flickering flames, enjoying mv Sweet Solitude to its fullest extent. I had never spent much time in reminiscence but on that stormy night as I gazed into my crude fireplace, the howling wind and driving rain seemed to recall old memories and fill my heart with a loneli- ness that had before been unknown in my hermit’s life. My eyes grew heavy as I watched the glowing embers and the curling stream's faint blue smoke, but I seemed powerless to move them from this enchanting spot. Suddenly from the flames there arose the vision of a familiar figure in the spotless white uniform of a nurse. She smiled a sweet contented smile as she pointed to the red cross on her arm. Alva! T softly called, I ut alas, too late—she had vanished as mysteriously as she had come. Ilefore I had time to recover from my shock, another figure had sud- denly taken life from the curling vapor and had stepped out upon the hearth. She held in her hand a small blue volume entitled “Memories and Other Poems,” by Mary B. Onstott. I was about to leap from tny chair to extend my hearty congratulations, but she motioned me to keen silent, and slowly lifting the cover ran her finger along the lines which read: “Lovingly dedicated to the Class of ’28. With a happy smile she closed the book and like the former vision, melted from view: and now the air became laden with the fragrance of orange blossoms, vividly suggesting Here comes the bride. Faintly 1 heard the sweet strains of Lohen- grin's Wedding March as from the dying embers appeared a sweet, bride who laughingly blew me a kiss from the slender hand I knew so well. Ah! that same light step, that same sweet face—I could not mistake them.—Rosemary! As that graceful apparition disappeared, behold in its place a burst of g'ory, — light, — confetti, — serpentine. — music, — laughter. — dancing, — one great social whirl and amid the confusion I saw all eves directed toward a great and glorious throne, slowly evolving from the magic fire. I rubbed my eyes to see more clearly the spectacle of shining splendor and beheld our Fair Georgette bending her lovely head to be crowned Queen of the evening. The apparition next disclosed a large desk, literallv strewn with books and papers crying for attention : seated in a high-backed chair was our old friend. Mary F. Lesley. One glance sufficed to show that she was sti'l pursuing her work of former school-davs. 1 faintly distinguished the words “Editor” — The Sunset — on the glass door. As these letters were obliterated 1 heard the sad. sweet tones of far off convent chimes proclaiming the hour of prayer and the vision now dis- closed the tall, stately figure of a Carmelite nun. Was this the Little Flower? I was not long disillusioned for with a slow, graceful turn of the head I recognized the sweet familiar smile of Manuela. As the last faint note of the chimes died away, with one pitying glance at me and my hut. she stepped slowly back and became a part of the crimson picture. Oh what a happy hour you have rendered me. dear classmates, but T envy you not. You have only made more sweet the solitude of my hermit hut.’

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