Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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HYAK 11 “Oh! you darling dad!” cried Fritzi, running up the wharf and into her father’s arms. “And can this be my little daughter, this lovely young woman?” said Mr. Maynard. The two remained in Victoria overnight, and started out early the next morning on the long ride to Lake Torrens, on the banks of which w 7 as the Maynard home — a stately wdiite Colonial mansion surrounded by beautiful grounds overlooking the blue lake. On the ride, Fritzi would have liked to ask about her mother, but her tather had seemed so dejected when, the night before, she had asked how she was, that the girl did not have th eheart to mention the subject again. A little before nightfall they reached home. There was no need of preparing Mrs. Maynard for Fritzi ’s arrival, for the patient had been unconscious for days. The girl went in and knelt down by her mother ’s bedside, crying softly. Hours passed. To her loving eyes, her mother seemed a shadow ' from which life w as swiftly passing. She endured over and over the pangs of losing her. At last she looked up to encounter her mother’s wistful gaze. “Can it be true?” she murmured. “Is this my baby daughter?” Mr. Maynard, who had been standing outside the door, upon hearing this new voice, entered. His wife held out her hand ; the strong man was instantly kneeling by her bedside. Suddenly, an expression of pain spread over her face; then — “Good-bye, dear John,” she whispered, “and ray faithful — little — girl.” With this, she closed her eyes. She had entered into that land of rest, where, at some later day, she would be joined by her husband and daughter. CHAPTER IX. About eleven months had passed. Richard Moreland and his father were conversing in the latter’s office on Fifth Avenue. “Dick,” said the older man, “we ’re sadly in need of money at present. Not under; but if we don’t get money from some place soon, we’ll be apt to find ourselves in a serious condition. “You know T those mines in Australia. We’ll sell them. We’ll put them on the market. ‘They’re bonanzas, but we’re forced to sell. Need the money.’ See? That’ll act as bait. All we have to do is to be sure of getting the money before operations begin, and in Australia you’ll be a ‘needle in a haystack.’ ” “I understand. The Hispania leaves for Australia tomorrow ' . I’ll be ready.”

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A Desperate Man By Lilena Jenert SYNOPSIS or CHAPTERS PRECEDING. . Jt is the night before the students of T College leave for the summer holidays. Also the night on which the June Ball is given. At the dance Fritz! Maynard the daughter of a rich Australian, meets Richard Moreland, who be- comes infatuated with her. The next day Fritzi graduates and leaves the College to go to New York to spend a month with her friend Margie Daltan, before going to Australia, where her home is. When she arrives in New York she finds that Margie has invited a number of her young friends to a house party at her summer home, a large and beautiful residence on the banks of the Hudson. So they go directly to Margies home. Fritzi is greatly surprised to find among her guests, Richard Moreland, whom she had already met at the College dance. She also meets a John Sutherland whom she likes very much. While Fritz! stays at her friend s home. Richard Moreland falls desperately in love with her and asks her to become his wdfe. But for some unaccountable reason Fritzi has taken a great dislike to him and steadily refuses his insistent attentions. Suth- erland also has fallen in love with Fritzi, but speaks no word of love to her, thinking that she prefers Moreland. After Fritzi has been on the Hudson for a week she receives a telegram from her father, telling her that her mother is seriously ill and that she had better return home as soon as possible. When Fritzi tells her friends this sad news they all sympathize with her and are greatly disappointed at her not being able to remain longer. The night before she leaves, Richard Moreland again asks her to marry him and says that if she will consent he will accompany her to Australia, but she again refuses him. The next day Fritzi goes to New York where she is to take the boat for Australia. Moreland follows her. Just as she is about to get on the boat he stops her and asks her to reconsider his question, but without deigning him a look she walks up the gang-plank. Then in a fit of anger Moreland declares in a loud voice, “Oh! you will regret this day yet. I shall follow you to Aus- tralia and force you to marry me. CHAPTER VIII. O NE afternoon as Fritzi was sitting on the deck of the “Mauretania,” with her steamer rug wrapped about her knees and the last Munsey’s in her lap, an elderly lady walked toward her saying, “I beg your pardon, but aren’t you Miss Maynard!” “Yes.” As Fritzi looked up a feeling that she had met her before crept over her, and she vainly tried to remember where. This must have appeared in her faee, for the woman before her said. “You have met me at the Stanton’s ball in New York.” “Why you must be Lady Sutherland.” cried Fritzi, jumping up. “Are you, too, on your way to Australiat” “Yes,” replied Lady Sutherland; “my husband has received the appointment of Governor of Australia.” At that moment a dignified old gentle- man and a younger man walked up. Lady Sutherland introduced them to Fritzi as her husband and son. Fritzi was surprised to find that this son was no other than the Jack Sutherland that she had met at the house party on the Hudson a few weeks ago. The four fell into conversation and by the end of the voyage were very good friends indeed. They were all to land at Victoria, where the Sutherlands were to leave Fritzi to finish the journey overland to Celebes.

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12 HY AK “Very well. You may come here today at three o’clock to receive the papers and further instructions.” Four weeks later, Dick Moreland was sitting in the lobby of the Hotel Bellevue, in Victoria, trying to interest some of the listeners in his mines. • ••••••• It was June, a year after Fritzi’s arrival in Australia. The girl was happy in her home — except for one thing — the lack of a mother. But most of her life had been spent away from her mother, and she and her father were such good friends that, after a year, she was almost reconciled to her loss. On a beautiful afternoon, she and her father were sitting on the wide veranda, she reading and he smoking. As it was shearing time, Mr. Maynard had been very busy, but was taking this afternoon to rest. He broke the silence. “Well, little girl, I shall have to go to Victoria tomorrow. They will begin hauling the w’ool in tomorrow, and I must go to see about the weighing and selling. Would you care to go with me?” “Oh. Daddy, how I’d love to!” Fritzi exclaimed. “You are such a thoughtful Dad!” “All right! Will you be ready to start at half past six?” They arrived on the evening of the second day. Fritzi went to visit her friend Mrs. Prescott, where she remained during her stay in Victoria, while her father went to attend to the unloading of the wool. The next day another of Fritzi’s friends, a certain Mrs. Billie Dawson, met her on the street. After a few minutes, “Oh, Fritzi, you will come to dance to- night. to meet a young American friend of mine?” “Oh, what fun,” responded Fritzi. “I just feel like dancing!” Then, as Mrs. Prescott came by in her electric brougham. Fritzi bade her friend good-bye and jumped in beside her, without thinking to ask who the young friend was. Fritzi arrived at Mrs. Dawson’s about 9 o’clock. She had taken off her wraps and was fast being swallowed up in the giddy whirl of newly-made acquaintances and a few older friends. “Come, Fritzi,” said Mrs. Dawson, making her way through the crowd. “ ou must meet Mr. Moreland before all your dances are taken.” “Mr. Moreland! You don’t mean Dick Moreland, do you?” “Yes,” answered Mrs. Dawson. “You’re acquainted with him?” “Yes. indeed, if it’s the Dick Moreland I am thinking of.” It was the Dick Moreland that Fritzi had met in New York. He