Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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The Hyak Vol. VII Tacoma, Wn, Dec., 1907 No. 2 THE BURGLAR. Florence awoke with a start, and sat up in bed. For several minutes she listened breathlessly, but silence reigned supreme over the Seminary, so she lay down again and closed her eyes. “It must have been just a dream ’ she murmured, sleepily. “I guess T didn’t hear any burglars after all. No, there it goes again.” This time he was sure she heard someone in the hall, and being unusually brave for a girl, she slid out of btnl and going to the door, she listened There was someone there all right; she could hear hands groping along the wall and stealthy footsteps. Suddenly the invader struck a match, and it must have burned his fingers, for he said something, a single, eloquent, heartfelt word; quite unfit for publication, but nevertheless a much-used word. I he burglar must have been a persevering sort, for he struck another match, and Florence being sure that real burglars never did such things, opened her door ever so little and peeped out. A tall youth with his hat turned up after the manner of high-school boys, stood in the uncertain light, and Florence was trying to decide whether or not to scream and raise the house, when the match went out. Florence shrieked; the young man said something and started to run along the dark corridor, stumbling along in his haste to be gone. The shriek had the desired effect. Teachers and girls rushed into the corridors; everyone

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8 THE H Y A K talked at once, and the confusion was increasing momentarily, when Miss Mills, the principal, appeared. In a few moments she had quieted the girls, and learned from Florence the story of the hurytlar. Accompanied by several of the braver teachers, she started down- stairs in search of the burglar. Just as they reached the foot of the stairs the front door banged, and they heard rapid footsteps descending the front stairs. “He is gone. said Miss Mills, and her unconscious sigh of relief was echoed by the teachers. Order was restored and soon the Seminary was as still as the proverbial mouse. Outside, three young fellows were congratulating the erstwhile burg- lar on the success of his final initiation “stunt. From now on he was a member of the b »st fraternity in the high school. IN THE TWILIGHT. I ast of our dnv-dream comes to an end as the slowly fading sun touches the tfeetops on the hill, and out of the darkness, dim shadows rise which reach up. and away, stretching thenmelves to the skies. We see dimly the great old mill, w ' hich today was covered with golden light, and everywhere there seems stealing upon us a feeling of loneliness and sorrow for all the golden hours of sunlight, and youth, which fade, alas! too soon; and. when once lost, only the memory lingers with us at twilight to bless us alike with joy and sorrow. Hut twilight hours must come to us all, and if the golden hours of life were sweet and pun we have still their joy to remember. Life must have that dim vast twilight which brings us all to thoughts of prayer. Often when life is happy in the golden hours of youth, in twi- light Cornell its awe. thrilling us. We look to the sky whence cometh the light, and we are thankful for the stars which shine for us in the still dark hours of night. They seem to promise that another morning shall soon break forth with a glory that shall be everlasting. We dn not understand the clot ids and the shadows, and we often forget that the same kind Power that controls the winter controls also the spring, and twilight too is ruled bv that same Power, which causes the first sweet breath of morn. Olue KtNNicurr.