Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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A wave of sorrow swept over the nurse's face as she heard the children's story, and she sent them in to repeat the tale to their mother. How did it affect Miranda? That would be another story, and deals only with the little old lady who so willingly gave up her life innocent children might live. this one that two ALICE HAUGH, '14. L. 'Eiga Rain O gentle rain! true friend of mine, thou art, Without thee, life were far too perfect made. The sunbeams shine the brighter in the glade After thy gloom has left it, and thy smart. Thou who art quick to come, slow to depart, Canst also make the brightest splendors fade, When all the air, thy driving tears pervade. So sorrow softens and prepares the heart For future joy and future bliss to come, Nor does the diamond give him sweet content Who many diamonds hath. So life has some Rain drops for all of us, not each alone. Without some grief, our life were vainly spent, Without some rain earth's splendor were unknown. MARGUERITE BAKER, '13. EE? f f will Forty-one

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Little did she suspect that Miranda ranked among the highest in social circles, that her husband was a man of wealth and high financial standing, and their home a mansion. Miranda upon receipt of the letter made light of her mother's trip, thinking it one of her whims. Where would she get sufficient money to defray the cost of the visit ? she asked her husband. It would be absurd to expect herf, Miranda, proud and haughty, had no desire to entertain her poor old mother, for she knew she would be out of place among her many fashionable guests. Even should her mother consent to be decked in the latest fashion as became a women of high standing, she was certain that Herbert, her husband, would never spend that much on his mother-in-law. If by chance, she arrived in the city and found no one at the station to meet her, Miranda was sure that she would return on the home-going train. Thus, she lightly dismissed the affair from her mind. Although their mother passed the matter over lightly, not so the twins, for they were anxious to see their gran'ma, who had so generously given them all the ginger cookies they wanted during their stay at the farm two summers before. Overhearing their mother and father discussing the event the evening before her expected arrival, they determined to take things in their own hands and meet her themselves. Certainly two boys seven years old were able to look out for their own interests and the grandmother's also. They did not disclose their plan to anyone, not even Nurse, who was sure to oppose it and maintain that two small boys were unable to take care of themselves. The next afternoon, father at work, mother at tea, and Nurse gone, for it was her day off, they were able to slip away unnoticed to the station, with their little red express wagon, which was to carry home grandmother's bags, and maybe some ginger cookies. While awaiting the train, their attention was attracted to an organ grinder with his monkey. They had not seen a monkey for a long time and must not miss giving this one a penny. An automobile was coming down the street, but they paid little regard to it nor did they notice the incoming train. On came the machine faster and faster, and just as they were about to turn aside from its path, a runaway team dashed toward them from the opposite direction. Look out, shouted some one. No one paid any heed to the hissing train, which was fast disgorging a hurrying, crowding mass. All eyes were riveted on the two babes so unconscious of peril, yet all seemed incapable of action. But help was to come from another quarter. The shrewd eyes of an old lady dressed in black and with a little poke bonnet on her head, who had just descended from the train and was gazing helplessly about her, took in the situation at a glance. Not thinking of self she rushed toward the children. They had escaped the automobile but their life was now endangered by the run- ning horses. If only she could reach them in time. A cheer broke from the spectators as she grasped each by his suspenders and with all her strength threw them to either side of her out of the horses' path. The next instant she was trampled beneath the feet of the running bays. A crowd gathered quickly. The little boys not recognizing their grand- mother and thoroughly frightened at what had occurred, hastened home, resolv- ing to say nothing of their adventures for fear of punishment. A week later, Nursel' happened to be glancing over the weekly paper when she noticed the headlines, Woman Buried Unidentified, and read a brief account of the accident. Knowing that Miranda had received word of her mother's coming and had paid no attention to it, she wondered if this might be the mother. Altlgny rate, it would do no harm to show her this account, and question the c 1 ren. Forty

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'Wllibz lamina-Goh Elms 'QEm Colonel I. R. Lenning,-no person ever presumed to call him Colonel, or Lenning,,' or anything at all save his full title-was standing before his mirror, waving his pudgy hands in majestic gestures as he rehearsed his speech for the evening. Speechmaking was the Colonel's occupation. He was called upon for a speech at every banquet, at every ball, and at every political meet- ing. And always and invariably his speeches ended with the words, The ladies-God bless 'em. C The Colonel was a tall man and stout, with the overgrown stoutness of a Habby mushroom. His hands and feet were small and well groomed. His collars were white and shining, but above them always hung a thick red layer of flesh, creased and unhealthy looking. His face also was llorid save his nose, which was very white with blue dents in the nostrils. His eyes, close-set near his nose, were sharp and twinkling, and unwinking in gaie., Their cold. shallow depths were unshaded save by the lashless lids, and surrounded by layers of fat. His lips were full and protruding, his mouth very small and dimpled at the corners. But Colonel J. R. Lenning could only be known in his full glory when. at a banquet, with a bland smile illuminating his shining countenance and a sentimental tear trickling slowly among the hills and valleys of his cheeks, he would fold his hands over his ample stomach, and gazing up to heaven say in a choking whisper, The ladies-God bless 'em. As the Colonel thus spoke these words to an imaginary audience there was an excited knock, and into the room burst Hiram Brown, a near neighbor of the Colonel's. There has been a wreck, ten miles from here, he cried. Mn Grey will not be here for the banquet. What shall we do ? Cecil Grey was the new school teacher and a banquet had been planned for his reception. Colonel R. Lenning rose to the occasion. Follow me, he commanded. and strode to where his horse and buggy was waiting to convey him to the reception. As he stepped into the buggy he turned and addressed his assem- bled friends. I will bring the young man back at risk of life and limb, and will then submit him to the tender ministrations of the ladies-God bless 'emfy As he drove on his way a satisfied smile played about his lips despite the discomfort of the drive. For if the unknown teacher, his threatened rival for feminine attention, were the victim of the wreck, was not he, Colonel R. Lenning, the hero? At length he arrived at the scene of the disaster but could see no young man awaiting his arrival. In fact he was told that no young man had been on the train that morning. As he stood pondering this unpleasant news, he heard a voice saying, There's Colonel R. Lenning, ma'am. He's a school trustee of Wellsbiirg. Heis looking for you novv,', and turning, found himself confronted by a young and decidedly pretty woman. Clasping her hands, she leaned toward him, crying, Oh, Colonel Lenning, I am Cecil Grey. Do take me from this horrible place, but first find my precious pet, my darling child. I have lost him. Colonel J. R. Lenning, who had been viewing with stunned surprise but with great delight this lovely creature, returned to earth with a shock as he heard these last words, but his gallantry conquered his dismay and he escorted the young lady to the buggy, and bravely took her basket, in which he was informed that precious pet was always carried. He wandered helplessly, but vainly about, seeking for a lost child, and at length came upon one playing in front of the station. XfVith a sigh of relief Colonel J. R. Lenning picked up the child, placed it in the capacious basket F arty-two if 3 Br