Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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God's Law Slowly he walked up to the big front door. drew a deep breath, and rang the bell. He wished that he could drop the whole contact with Mrs. Loring, and never come back to cut her lawn again. He had sometimes thought it not worth the money toenter thatgloomy old house and look at her wrinkled, colourless face. She must be in her nineties by now, he thought, as he waited for the door to open. He waited for quite a long time, and rang the doorbell a number of times: then, finally deciding that Mrs. Loring wasjust getting too deaf to hear the bell, timidly walked in. He walked over to the middle of the dining room floor, and looking towards the dimly-lit living room, he called her name . . . no answer. He turned about, and looking towards the kitchen, his eyes dropped on the dead body of Mrs. Loring. Her head was staring up at him, with wide, white eyes, and her mouth was open, blood flowing from it. 8 3 1 'We weren't able to find finger prints any- where, except those of Richard Blake, the boy that was there to 'cut the lawn', in his words, Your Honour'. The detective seemed very sure of himself, as he testified before the judge of the juvenile court. Richard sat in his seat, all his muscles tensed, and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His lawyer had been talking with him and had told him that it looked very much as if Richard had killed Mrs. Loring. I assure you, Rick, l'll do all I can to prove your innocence, because I believe youg but there's not much I can do. Your finger- prints were the only ones on the doorknobg in fact, no one had entered her house, or left it. for three days. Rick sat in his seat and thought of those words that his lawyer had spoken just before Some Perils Of Thinking Too Mu It was a stagnant society that Darwin Home had been born into. Itwas the second age of upper earth, and humanity rested in an abysmal de- cline. Idealism, education and reform had been successfully eradicated, or so thought the Magnates. But there existed a self-educated idealist and prospective reformist embodied in Darwin Home. From the sandy wastes that covered the 'Magnates' Republic , was eked out a meagre living b-y all. But Darwin Home envisioned a nation of democracy - freedom of speech and actions. It had once been whispered that such a society had existed in millenia past. Yet as the rumour began to diffuse, it was quickly C felt a worse feeling in understand that there was no way to make the people believe he was not guilty. Two hours later, Richard sat in the same chair. Beads of sweat, even yet rolled down his forehead. The room was voice made Richard jump. 'Your Honour, and the court has reached a Richard Blake. Richard Blake has been found guilty of murder in the first degree . . . The last words faded, spots came before Richard's eyes. He was shaking fiercely, his head was spinning round. The staring faces of the people in the court room became wooden carvings. The whole room was unreal. The whole world seemed unreal. Richard was numb. He saw himself fly from the seat, but he felt nothing. He saw the door. There was no sound at all. The door came closer. the corridor, the huge front doors, the street. the people all flew past him. He could hear his footsteps. and shouting voices behind him - the open field lay aheadg he kept running, faster, faster! He was able to hear almosteverythingnow: his heavy terrified puffs, as his lungs struggles for air. Then a gun shot - he felt something pierce his back with inconceivable pain. and all the strength flowed from his body. He staggered. The ground seemed to be coming up at him: it hit his face. and he rolled onto his back. The sky was in sight - a white cloud floated slowly past. The soft blue velvet of the sky looked gently down. A few little puffs of white provided the only softness and warmth he could see. The little clouds passed by silently. innocently . . . the trial. He had never all his life. He could not silent. Then a piercing members of the court, verdict for the trial of - 'IIA Rlfhd rds suppressed, for reasons unknown to the rabble. This imaginary society was firmly embedded in Darwin Home's mind, and he began to inveigle his friends. their friends and everyone with whom he could converse to help him with his reformation. But they neglected him. It was far too dangerous, they said. One old man remembered a lad with ideas similarto lJarwin's. Une morning the lad's head was found detached from his body. in a court yard. But Darwin insisted that he was right and that the Magnates might agree. No one thought that the Magnates might agree. Yet Darwin began to proselytize. lt is told that his head was burried apart from his body. - A.'I1 Bourke Page I3