Bloomington High School - Gothic Yearbook (Bloomington, IN)

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L2L— —————— —| glif » olhir |— — — — —— CTlir (6a I la tit nj uf -Iran (O'’-Krill Ity Paul K. Tracy -□ 6- aEl.L. demanded Lung Tim Monohan. “who are you after now—me? The Sergeant of the Killer laughed, and then grew grave again “Jean O'Neill.” he answered. ••Jean!” exclaimed la-ng Tim. “Jean O’Neill' hat Jean tieon doing. lad. to have the Rider after him? There's a reward of five thousand dollar offered for him.” said the Sergeant He's wanted down Edmonton way for rustling and fur the murder of a homesteader. Jean's Wild, and he'» been in tight plxc. % before, but he's always skinned through some way or other The Riders are out after him now, Tim. He’s made one break too numy Have you seen him? ”Yes. He rode through here nearly two day - ago with Rene Keroux. He said that the Riders were after him and told me to tell them that he and Rone were making for the border. He Joked so much that I didn't believe him It’s true enough. remarked the Sergeant '•Do you believe that Jean O’Neill would kill anvone. except in self-defence? queried Monohan No. Tim, said the Sergeant, “I don't think tliat of Jean; but—1 have my orders. Think you’ll catch him? “I’m going to try to. Lad. Long Tim Monohan spoke earnestly. I loved that boy's mother. I'd done anything on earth for her and I’ll do anything on earth for her boy. Can't you give him a chance to get away? He has almost two days start. I know, but if you go after him. you’re sure to get him. Can't you let him slip, some way? Tim. the Sergennt spoke even more earnestly, some fe wyears ago I took a solemn oath to preserve the Jaw and order, regardless of consequences. I have my orders to get Jean. He hu« broken. at least it I» believed hr has brok- en. the law I swore to uphold. If Jean were my own brother I'd have to get him. I'm sorry. Tim.' know ' Monohan sremi-d to have grown o.der. I shouldn't have asked you. but— He finished with a shrug- gy gesture. After a moment, the Sergeant «pokr again. Jean is on t'oeur-dc-ljon. Tim Hr has a chance. A chance' With you and McTravish watching the l» r- dcr! Never! The Sergeant mounted. Au revoir. Tim. I must be off. Thev sh-Mi hand and the Sergeant rente away. Jean Krancol O'Neill rolled out of hi blankets. n se slowly to hi feet. and. yawning and stretching to get the kinks out” ufter u night’» sleep, walked over to the fire where Rene Kemux whs cooking the breakfast. Over there's the liordcr.” he remarked to Rene, cheer- fully Before many hours we’ll be safe in the states and nwa from the Riders. Better be. growled the half-breed m a surly tone. Harry'» after us. and that damn' Scotchman l watching the border. We got t' be careful. Jean. Oh. well. Coeur-de-Lion’s got any horse in the Domin- ion beat before the start, when it cornea to a matter of a thirty-mile race or »o, and that roan you—er—picked up near Edmonton has some speed, too. Rene. man. when we get over that border, we're going to whoop thing up a bit and then we are going to la- vj damned respectable. we’ll «win be wearing halos. ”Ye». when we gel there If you don't «hut up youling like a coyote, we won't get there. The Riders are out after us. Jean O’Neill, and the Ruhr» are buixard». They're ». i ai i j— «»»« SBd bills fall dSMl “O

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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

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| e hr wailing to swoop down from God knows where, any minute. I know you didn’t have anything to do with that Edmonton affair, but somebody says you did. and you haven’t got any real proof that’d be worth a damn, that you didn’t. Be- sides. they’ve got that silver-mounted pop-gun, with your name on it. and whoever did the killing shot that feller with it. Why you ever carried thHt thing. I don’t know, but I do know that you’re ripe to swing for it; ami it ain't even a man’s size gun!” The half-breed was plainly out of temper. Jean's eyes narrowed, and a stem, hard look was on bis face as he said: If I ever have half a chance to find out who accused me of that Edmonton business. I'm going to send him to hell so quick, he’d— Come, let’s have break- fast. We ought to be riding borderwards right now. A girl on n rangy skewbald rode with her chin on her shoulder, ever keeping her eyes on the trail down which she had come. Oh Pal! Pal! Can't you go a little faster? I’m ho hungry and tired and scared.” she begged. The skewbald was worn out. too. He walked with his head drooping and stumbled now and then. “Pal! exclaimed the girl. I see some smoke over there! There’s somebody feeding horses! Oh. Pal! They'll tell us the way home. I know!” She dismounted and. after encouraging the tired animal with a few pats, led him in the direction of the campfire, in the distance. • • • • • • • • • Rene Keroux. glancing up from the pan of bacon he was frying, saw- the head of a skewbald horse appear around the turn in the trail. Jeon O’Neill saw it. too. Both crouched, ready to draw and fire at any moment. A girl’s voice broke the stillness. We’re almost there. Pal! I can smell the bacon frying. Don’t it smell good? 91.«. I Nalacaa limb» } amfru |---------------------------------------------------irrun The horse and the girl were in plain sight now. O'Neill I laughed a little. | Fool. hissed the half-breed. It's a trap. Aw. shut up. Rene. You're always hunting trouble. Jean rose and went to meet the girl, who had drawn back a little, frightened at the look on the half-breed’s face. Good morning. Miss. said Jean, raising his hat. “May I be of any sen-ice to you? The girl looked from the half-breed's face to Jean's. I—I’m lost.” she said. I’ve been riding nearly all | night, and Pal's quite worn out. I don’t know where I am. | and Pal doesn’t, either. We can't go any further, and I saw your campfire, s.. I came to see if you could help me. Come. said Jean, gently, “sit down by the fire. Rene will give you something to eat and I'll attend to your horse. • Go ahead: Rene's pretty savage-looking, but lie won't hurt I you. i Thank you. so much. She sat down near the fire. Rem dished up some breakfast for her and poured out | ft cup of c t! . i “Here, Mam'selle. I’m sure you must be hungry. Somewhere out of the dim past, the inborn courtesy of his French sneer tors had come to the half-breed. He was not always si»: indeed, he had the reputation among those I who knew him best of being more of a brute than a man— I an animal like the lynx, and so they called him Le Lou- | clfie. j I’m so hungry that I don't know what to do. announced the girl. I haven't had a thing since supper last night. I started out to ride after supper and got lost, and I’ve been wandering around ever since. Is your horse new to the country?” inquired Furoux. I don't know, the girl told him. I am. though. They j said at the Diamond C ranch that he was a safe horse for i n woman to ride, ro 1 took him. FeroUX left her idone and went over to where Jean was. with the horses. She's from the Diamond C. up by Long Tim’s. We got □