Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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The Dart spoil there that might be his. No! his plan must not be changed. The girl should die. Slowly the fiends departed from the rocks, taking Dorothy’s boat with them. She was to be left to drown. Soon she would be missed at home, but help could not reach her before Deltzer Rocks were un- der water. She must save Seehausen, but how ? Something glittered on the ground. It was a knife, propably Zefo’s. Could she scratch on the rocks a few words of warning ? With trembling hands Dorothy set to work, but the rocks could not be cut; besides they would soon be under water. She hesitated for a moment in dispair. Then a smile lightened her pallid face. Zefo should be outwitted after all. Off came the white stiff kerchief from about her neck. With a quick movement she drove the knife into her bare arm. Dipping her finger into the flowing blood she made one letter on the kerchief. Again, and another letter was made. Again and again until at last on the pure white background were the words; “Zefo tonight. Through Luban Pass.” She fastened the banner to a stick of driftwood and wedged it firmly in a crevice of the slender, rocky pillar. Seehausen was saved, for the waves could not reach the white flag that meant death to one and life to so many. Slowly the water rose, the clouds grew darker, and the storm came on. Tightly elapsed in her right hand was the Testament. Dorothy thought of its blessed promises. As the storm broke, the waves rose more rapidly and soon all that could be seen of the dying girl was her white face. The next wave and she would perish. With a last triumphant look at the fluttering kerchief, she sank back and the waves covered her. As night drew near, frightened Kathlene told her story, and great was the consternation on shore. After much delay a boat was secured and as the water covered rocks were approached, the kerchief was seen waving in the breeze. Snatching the flag, the blood written inscription was read in the light of the flaring torches. There is nothing more to relate, except that Zefo and his men were surprised by the enraged peasants at Luban Pass, the chieftan and many of his followers were slain while the remainder fled. The next morning the body of her who had saved Seehausen was found by the sorrowing searchers. If you ever visit the German town, Seehausen, you will see a beauti- ful marble tomb and some one can always be found who will recite the story of her who sleeps within, Dorothy Knelman. 6

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The Dart with her. In her hurry when leaving, the book was forgotten. It was nearly time for the nightly Bible reading, and Kathlene would be severely punished for her carelessness unless the book were obtained before night- fall. High up in the sky was a black cloud which Dorothy’s eyes were quick to discern. She gently repriminaded the penitent Kathlene, then getting into the little boat said: “ Yonder black cloud betokens a storm. You could not manage the boat in a high wind. I alone must go after the book.” In vain did Kathlene plead; Dorothy would not revoke her decision. With sturdy arms she plied the oars, for soon the tide would be in and Deltzer Rocks would be under water. The Testament was un- harmed and, picking it up, Dorothy was hurrying to the boat when her footsteps were arrested by the sound of voices. On this lonely spot, what did it mean ? As she listened her face paled, and she clung to a rocky pillar for support. Ah! well she might turn pale, for scarcely ten feet from her Zefo, the barbarous chieftian and a worthless Seehausen peasant, were planning the destruction of the little village which lay all unconscious of danger. The tide was fast coming in. Already the girl’s feet were dampened, but still she listened to the murderous plot. “ I must save Seehausen,” was her only thought. The voices ceased and cautiously Dorothy approached the boat. Could she escape unseen? She had nearly reached the boat, “ One step more and I defy them to capture me, ” she murmured. Alas, for that one step! Her foot slipped on the mossy rock, the oar fell to the ground with a loud noise, and Dorothy was discovered by the conspirators. The face of his fair captive seemed to appease the wrath of enraged Zefo. A moment’s silence and then by broken sentences and excited gestures, Dorothy was made to understand that by swearing secrecy she might escape unharmed. The peasant felt certain that her word once given would never be broken. Snatching the Testament from Dorothy’s hands, he advanced towards her saying, “ By this book swear—Quick! or you will be lost.” For a moment the maiden hesitated. She thought of home, of little Annette, of the merry Kathlene, and lastly of her own life. If she swore secrecy no one would know. Only a moment did she think of these things and then with flashing eyes she sprang from Zefo’s clutches and standing erect before the men who held her life in their hands cried: “ I’ll never take the oath.” The astonished Zefo exposu- lated, for despite his cruel nature he really had no desire to put this young and beautiful creature to death. In the growing dusk he described Seehausen and thought of the 5

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The Dart A RONDEL AMOS S. PFAFF, EX. 1900 eAbove the hills the scattered hosts of day Flee from their monarch’s chariot afar; Shorn of their might, an impotent array. That know, nor lord, nor king, and yet who are Fair in weakness, robing dune and bar With opaline splendor in their dire dismay, Above the hills the scattered hosts of day Flee from theii monarch’s chariot afar. zAlong the quivering waters of the bay Marvels of myriad lightnings flash, and jar In eddying ripples though the gleaming spray, Like passing phantoms from an unknown star, Above the hills the scattered hosts of day Flee from their monarch’s chariot afar. What is love? A little “saying” A little trying A lot of crying And lots of lying. Young wed—“ I want accommodations for my wife.' Clerk—“ Suite? ” Youngwed—“You bet she is.”—Ex. Mr. Dieterich—“ Neil, what are you doing ’ Neil R. (cheerfully)—” Nothing.” Mr. D.—“ Well Harry, what are you doing? Harry P.—“ Oh, I’m just helping Neil.” Miss Seeger (to Margaret Beach who was endeavoring to pronounce Erinys)—“ If you had looked that up it would have given you fury.” A great accident at Lake Street subway this morning—A lady had her eye on a seat and a man sat on it. 7