Altona Collegiate - Green and Gold Yearbook (Altona, Manitoba Canada)

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Life’s Darkest Moment It was late Friday night as he slowly got up and closed the front door on his cottage. A full moon shone brightly on the glassy surface of the tranquil lake. He was tired, very tired. Yes, one of the world’s renowned scientists, and yet, very tired — and sick. What he had just discovered filled him with fear. He paced up and down on the bear rug in front of the dead hearth. He stopped, paused, and looked out of the window on the north-east side of the house. Time seemed limitless and unimportant now that he could see into infinity. Why, oh why, had it been he? He just didn’t know. Slowly and methodically he struck a match and lit his pipe. The muscles twitched around his mouth as he drew deeply. Outside a loon’s cry shattered the expectantly hushed world. The chinook wind rustled the dark pines silhouetted against the dark sky, while a fish glistened in the playful moonlight as it leaped, and splashed as it descended into the water. Except for the loon, the birds seemed struck dumb. All this was unseen as the man’s eyes coldly passed over the land¬ scape. Dejectedly he slouched, with legs lightly crossed, in the deep, old-fashioned, moss-green chair. He started, and realized how chilly the room was. He lit a fire in the hearth, buttoned up his maroon cardigan, and sat down. But the fire went out. He didn’t bother re¬ lighting it. Why should he bother? He didn’t need a fire, did he? Again the loon’s cry haunted the room of the small cottage. He crossed the hardwood floor, hesitated, and opened the door leading on to the porch. Out on the verandah he seemed to hold the world in the palm of his hand. “What an ironic feeling, buddy,” he thought, and grinned cynically. Tonight he had discovered important facts in his laboratory about man’s dilemma-filled world. Why had it been he to discover these things? Why couldn’t it have been someone else? It could have been some¬ one who was logical and had more human reasoning than he had. Now he saw his responsibility to man¬ kind, and he always shirked responsibility! He couldn’t prove to them that it was true, he argued with himself. But it was true! He went down to the side of the lake, picked up a smooth, flat stone, and threw it out over the water. It splashed and the ripples rippled to his feet. What an easy way to change places! And, yet, so difficult! He’d have to! Tomorrow he’d go to them, and prove to them that it was true. He’d show them! He seemed to be able to visualize his purpose in life for the first time.. .he saw a falling star glide into the horizon. “I can’t break man’s ideals,” he thought as he savagely broke a stick, and threw it away. — “I won’t!” He would try facing reality later, for every¬ one else seemed so far away. Surely he wasn’t going stark mad, he asked himself. Life had never been darker as he stood there, absolutely motionless.. . That night he walked the sandy beaches of the shimmering lake. Thoughts, which he forced back with difficulty, seethed in his mind. He just didn’t know what to do. He went back in, and his eyes seemed to gleam vindictively in his tired face as the firelight danced on the walls. He drained his glass and grasped the corner of the fireplace till his knuckles were white. Quietly he groaned. Again the question, “Why?” It stood stark and cold in his wearied mind, and rebounded off the walls... Maybe he’d go and try to prove to them next week that it was true, but not tomorrow. There was a lot of time. Maybe, — even next week. Maybe — never? — VIOLA BRAUN, XB 53

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