Bloomington High School - Gothic Yearbook (Bloomington, IN)

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fell, lie vi»» nearing Ihr church of Chatilkm. In the base of th summer evertit he «in' iU »p«rr dimly outlined iirninst It» background of tree». reflecting the beautiful tint from the descending »un. AH won silent. Little by little, inch .HCiwrntc detail crept out of the hose .1« he Ap- proached the crow . shining pun- gold on the Ivy-rrown spin-. The stained glass window» were tire red from the r.un'i ray —In contrast to the grny. cool. moss-grown stone of which the church was built. A lone binl chirped '. » the teacher, in tht» church hi» mother had entrusted h»» education Hut he wan not thinking of the church, the teacher , nor hi? mother at that moment Someone wan landing in the path in fn»t of the chureh It was her from whom he had been tempted to flee as from 11 nln against f«od Her face beamed with joy a- she recognised him from afar off She tried to bide her pleasure a he dismounted h» bom and took her hand» half caressingly in both his own. In the moment h. forgot hi» cruple» and rave him .elf over to the real and undisguised pleasure of thb meet- ing— and his home coming. “And how hast thou been, fair Alith. and thy people and my people I have lieen well. Walter, but the day have been U.ng Not much happen» at ChatUkm The no n are so busy with war. and the women grow sick with waitinr for prae» Th people—I wish— What dost wish. Alith r I wish—Oh. Walter, it I» thy mother' Must Alith be the one who breaks the new»? Is my mother—dead’ Ami her son whom she hived of all her children not with her In her last hour? Oh. Cod. what hopes she had of me' You need not tell me. I know it Is true—too true. He dropped her hami» and stepped back A look of brooding sorrow and self-contempt took the place of genial comradeship he had shown the woman he almost loved, and who truly loved him. She felt the change and it sola-ml q and hurl her deeply Why. in hia «wrcm-. •» £ m bn nearer to him than any other? And ywt, ah Mt cut With'n haaty word uf futvxv.ll. hr mounted his tired charger and .purred him . the road toward ho« when- he hod 1. ft hU m, • , whW month. Hr renumbered the very .pot «» which they had «tomi to get her ami what hr had Aid wa written on hia heart UmIav Ttu time arc rip.- (or great deed , and the grratrwt i. he who. availing him lf of (hi rruMuhny . -iU turj part of it to th« regeneration of a corrupt and lugK» h apiritual life which ha crept into the devutwr « of our eVerv' Our itioniiiicric haw t ecom pi. -- -f »u« and luruiA and impurity Thev aw not mn h.ru ea of Warning from which a man mav indue nee th» worid Th ■ w.r en- coiimjfwi to writ and read hooka. T1h- taught new and butter nt« thud» of farming and were a great help to wddy. On I- .V-voted mm can effect a change Th imagination of th. ag - ha fixed it .deal fur th.- chump » uf !'• eau« Could ! th.ni not k ve (fed better? Walter deal thaw k fw . woman OH. wiv ...n? My on' If thou ceuid be th V» h. recalled all ihi- owe more hi thought hashed bark to Alith -tamling by the church at Chattiloo. PART II. Sometime!- it take year- to bring life t.. that china for which event, hax. been preparing, and yet when that ten moment .»rriv for which life ha« waited, it cum , unher- alded It 11 a long journey through the week. and month und year, from Alith in the path before the old ChatiUon church to the wen in th Valley of Wormwoud. where th Miundii of labor or the chant of the choral Mtrvicr ahm brx-ak the alienee deep a nigh: Prom the hill overlooking th«- xalley, a .(ranger looked down He noted the wditude of the place. between dm».- foret. In a narrow gorge of neighboring hill He noted the dreadful aileoor. and rw- q

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Stir oiutlitf The white man, gazing wildly at Kapiz. said. “What was that? Kapiz «lid not answer. l ut only stood leaning n his gun, a far-away look in his eye. Heaven help us. cried the Americano, why don’t you answer? Don't you know that was the cry of some wo- man’ Kapiz still remained unmoved. Are you a coward? the white man ask««l. I will see what it means. Anil he started oil-. As he went, the long lingers of Kapiz. slipped the knife from the white man’s bolt. The brushes crashed In-hind and Kapiz. turne«| quickly. Mela come running up and fell at his feet. The Americano.” sin- whispered, excitedly, where : he? He will kill you.” Come. said Kapiz. And they walked in the direction taken by the white man. .S sm. through the brushes ahead, they saw the Ameri- cano. His throat was torn, and he lay dead upon the ground. As they came up, there was a flash of yellow as a panther darted into the thicket. Kapiz glanced at the dead man. and said: The Amer- icano has answered the cry of the wilderness. Come. .Mela, the yellow boasts are hungry. n ILLINGWORTH WINS SOU PART SHORT STORY CONTEST (Our Suntan uul By Ninetta Illingworth PART Walter of Lisle, returning from the Holy Wars, rode I alone in advance of the scattered remnants of those who had so courageously set out for the rosuce of the Holy City. He rode his stood well, and yet in his carriage there was something that betokened a man not quite satisfied with his accomplishments of the past, nor with that which lay I before him in the future. As he looked back over the brave I hut fruitless warfare of the past months, he thanked God I that he had upheld the honor of his ancient un l knightly I family by taking no life except in fair battle, and by turn- ing aside from plunder and vandalism as a thing unworthy. As he looked forward, he thought he saw In-fore him a long life, full of happiness; a mai«l waited his coming, and his I worldly possessions were very great. But yet. he hesitated. We wondered why he should I o ONE. hesitate. Could he not render the Lord that which was «lue him. and yet keep his great riches and his low with a fair lady? Hail not his mother govemei! his household, to- gether with her husband, in the f«-ar of God, and had they not reared seven children to the glory of God? Well, had they! Wax the vain glory of a nobles' life all that the !. ird asked of him. and w«-r«- his brothers and sis- ters devoted with singleness of purpose to the religious life? And the lady whom he loved and was waiting his return, —her father was the temporal lord for whom h«- fought— was very fair, and he longed for her. Was she a reason for his turning away? Occupied with these and similar thoughts. Walter of Lisle pursued his way into his own country—France. There was a growing familiarity in the scenes upon which his eyes | S.fc. t 19lT| I rirkivmttm iir«i kal • ■!(. 4i». Mfcrlker kr mfprrrlmlrm II □

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belled at it. The feeling came to him that there was some- thing ajar in a universe of souls created by Cod. which would make souls seek isolation in order to be with Cod. He wanted to go crushing through the valley. Hi? stepped upon !• dead branch, and it snap poll under his feet. It was almost like artillery in such surroundings. He went farther down the hills into the valley, where the monastery of Troyon lay in its solemnity. He found a stream of limpid water which gushed forth out of the hills, and near it. in the soft sand, he found a man's foot-print, and still other marks were in the sand. So he concluded that a monk had been praying there. Presently he came upon the monk, who started perceptibly on seeing a stranger in the valley. Pos't know. said the monk, in even tones, that this is the Valley of Wormwood, where those of the monastery of Troyon labor? I know. said the stranger, that this is the Valley of Wormwood. That is why I am here.” And wherefore? From pure curiosity, father. 1 would what is that ser- vice one may do for Cod in the wilds of nature, that one may rest in the midst of his people.'' It is claimed of Troyon. replied the monk, that wo have found Jacob’s ladder with angels upon it. descending to provide for our bodies and ascending to rule our souls. And art happy, father, in the company of the angels? Dost not weary sometimes of angels and long for one humun soul ? “One human soul! One human soul! Son. what mean- est thou? What I have said. returned the younger man. The monk stood in deep thought and then, as if only God heard him. or he were saying his prayers, he spoke. (TTi Tfcr IT...11 1.1 ••■«fra I.OW Osdlhlf “M3 One human soul! In the path before the church at Chntillon! A bird chirped and brought her from the thought in my mind to the living presence—before my eyes. I left her standing in the noth. One human soul, and her name— The monk paused, nnd turned his countenance full upon the stronger. “Had I not left her. never to see her again. I might have been the father of a son as old as thou. But the Valley of Wormwood would never have fulfilled the dream of the re- ligious life m.v mother had for me.” Was it better, thinkest thou, father, to omit the duty to the living rather than to the dead? How dost know the duty to the dead did rest with the life of the living? “Why dost ask what thou dost know, son? I know nothing, save that my mother lived and died a most unhappy woman because of some folly like this Worm- wood isolation, begging thy pardon, father.” Oh! Thy mother's name? Was it perchance—” “Mo mother's name was Alith. She was betrothed to Walter of Lisle, but he married the church instead. The monk looked the stronger over from head to heel fn eloquent silence. One human soul! Thou mightest have been the son of Walter of Lisle. And then, in ominous silence and with bowed head, he turned away. The interview was ended. The son of Alith watched him go. and broke the brush with noisy impatience as he climbed the hills out of the silent valley. MISS SCHLOTZHAl'ER. MR. H. L. SMITH. MR. HI DELSON. Judges. ». 11113 [- ----n • hrm hr mail. hi. hanar-run