Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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I8 THE TAI-IOMA The Lily of the l-lurons fAn Indian Legendj ELSIE N. FORSYTHE 'I6 From Aldrich's AHAHO, loving her vainly, Qlksil silently grieved as he watched her. Like a great hulking shadow he stood without the door of her Wigwam. Ever he waited for a call that she needed him. But Miantowona, bending over the dead form of her father, Chief of the I-lurons, only moaned in her an- guish. In the village without the mourners wailed the Death Dirge. Great Spirit! You took my brave- hearted Wawah in the hunt, she moaned. My father is dead. Oh why not take lVliantowona? Gray twilight was fast fading into the blackness of night. Miantowona knelt and softly closed the sad eye- lidsg swiftly she fastened the deer-skin over his shoulders: then laid beside him ash-bowl and arrows that he might enter the happy-hunting grounds at the singing of the Death Dirge. Sad is the loon's cry heard in the twilightg sad is the night wind, moan- ing and moaning: sadder this wail of Miantowona. Farewell, Oh Father, Oh Son of the Forest Thou goest to the home where great Spirits dwell, To the hunting grounds, the land of the hunter. Oh Father, oh Son of the Forest-! s 'Mianiowona Higher and keener it had grown, but when she came to the final- Farewell-she paused, her body tense with the effort of listening. Suddenly startling the silence, startling the mourners came the ominous shrill of the loon's cry. Twanda has entered the Hunting Grounds! the mourners cried. But Miantowona, now ruddy as sunrise, her eyes unseeing, continued to like unto departed Waw- of his reed-flute came to melody thru the woods. stole from the mourners listen. Low, ah's playing her a sweet l:.agerly she and like a phantom passed thru the shadows of the pine forest following the ever-receding music. Nahaho, trained as a runner, pur- sued her. Once he paused and lis- tened. Then he sped forward more fleet than ever toward the brink of the bright lake. Breathless he reached it, eagerly he grasped the trailing robe of the maiden. When lo! out from his grasp she was wafted and before him was only a circle swiftly expand- ing. But as he watched up from the center slowly, superbly, rose a pure- white lily. Slowly and sadly Nahaho bowed in the rushes, murmuring tenderly Miam- ,towona! Soft as the dew falls down thru the midnight, cleaving the star- light, echoes repeated, lVliantowona! X I' ' Q P11 fi 539522: 1-rf

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THE T cutter would swing in behind them. Time was short. It was for such emergencies as this that the fishing schooner's ballast was of sandbags, and these plentiful in number. On that hidden side of the deck the crew worked fast and with great care, for the tides must carry to the shore no trace of what they did. The revenue cutter drew along- side and the government official, a quick, efficient looking young man, came aboard. l-le looked long at AI-IOMA I7 the catch of halibut and cod, at the few scattered handfuls of rice in the hold, and longer at the inscrutable face of Captain Bantley. Then he left the boat in silence and the revenue cutter drew away. The old Willapa, with the wind whistling in the tattered rigging, fought its way thru the blackening waves on up the bay toward the settlement at the mouth of the river. There was no need to stop at Stony Point now. sv X .f A Z! 14' V l V i Till , 1 - r c 2- :iii l '.-9,2 -5 nzf - -Y 4 W X-if , ,IJ S .- 'LX -- -Z - ,,. A -life Q Affsqf- is ge of of - -If 5 Ti 1157 A y ,Q-iX ' leg .-I ,L S - elsif Xii.,i sh ,. A X R

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T H E T A H O M A Peggyis Profession GRACE TWICHELL. i V14 I-IEN Helen cried, it wasn't a sign that she had some- eiiaig thing to cry about, so Peggy paid no attention to her at first. Finally the howls became so vociferous that it was impossible to ignore them any longer, so she picked the child up and, cuddling her in her arms, asked the cause. For a while the answer was unintelligible because of the accompanying sobs, but even- tually she made out: That M-Marion Stole, d-d- do you know wh-what she said t-to me? She s-said let's go out on y-your f-flirting porch. With great effort Peggy stifled the laughter which rose to her lips, and, tho her lips were sympathetic as she soothed her small sister, her lips turned upward at the corners. And I said it W-wasnit a Hirt- ing p-porch at all, continued the child: but she said, well, thatis what my sister calls it, anyway. The laughter was gone from Peg- gy's eyes and in its place was an expression of scorn. Poor little petty, jealous cat, she mused: then aloud, Who did her sister say it to, dear? To Ronald Rhodes. Anger blazed in Peg's eyes-that was different. Mildred must be jeal- ous! She thinks she can take him away, does she-she even stoops to ridicule me to him. She shan't have him-she shan't!,' For a long time Peggy sat by the fire and planned. The next morning the Preston house- hold wore an air of great industry. Peggy in cap and apron was directing E the placing of many articles of com fort and decoration on the big side porch. Yes, Ann, just that couch at the end, crosswise, with the green covering on it and that small table beside itg now those magazines and the fern on the table, no, that Oriental goes in front of the armchair, cornerwise-and the chair wants to face the bay. We'll put this swing on the other end-so. Helen, clear, run up and get the green pillow from my armchair, please. Put the wicker footstool in front of the wicker chair, and farther out-there. Hello, Bud, help me with this table will you pleaseg thanks. Doesn't it look cool and inviting, mother? Helen Preston! You take your sticky fingers from the table this min- ute! There-don't cry, I didn't mean to be crossf, Then she stood back and surveyed the result. Mm, flirting porch? Well, may- be. And so, chuckling confidently, she went upstairs. Meanwhile, Mildred Stole, crouch- ed on the floor of her room, in the house next door, with the curtain be- fore her face for concealment, and viewed the proceedings and speculated. What under the sun is she doing? Must be having a party-still, she wouldn't put magazines and footstools out for a party, nor those rookwood book ends. Gracious Heavens-here she comes all dolled up in her green voile dress-must be a party! No, it can't be-she wouldn't be sitting down to read if it was. I can't imagine what- Peggy, glancing up from her maga- zines, spied the brown head behind the