Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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DEAR MARGARET.-Like most people, I have come to the conclusion that friendship is not enough. Even you think that, donlt you. Here her heart beat so fast she had to stop reading for a moment. Then he does love me, she thought, I was afraid he didn't. - I have not both- ered you very much lately, because I knew you were so busy with your book. Otherwise I should have told you this before now. I hope you won't censure me too severely for marrying. Daisy is a lovely girl and I couldn't help falling in love- Her hand dropped and she sank back in her chair. What was the matter with her? Shouldn't she be glad that her friend had found happiness? Not now, but she would try to rejoice with him. Oh, Why did every- thing look so dreary? Didn't she want to live anymore? Yes, she must. Her work is to free women. Oh, what a farce that was, but life is a tragedy compared to it. Hark! a footstep! It is he! Oh, she can't see him now. She can't say she's happy. The person has stopped in front of her door and knocks. Before she can answer, Kate enters with the lamp. f- Q LM : -,xml F2 4? A 4 -,..,...-gh

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you with whom you agree for I know you like the men. Don't look guilty, dear, it's all right for you, but I must do my work unhindered. Come again soon, girls, and don't wait for me. I'll come whenever I can. t A few moments later the two girls were going up the street to their respective homes. Why can't those girls see there is more in life than tea-parties? I don't see why I used to like Amy so well. She doesn't appeal to me now the way she once did. She is pretty and stylish and knows it. I expect her wedding invitations any day. Beatrice is a dear little thing but needs some one to lean on. Well I am glad I am different. If I were in love with Eugene, my heart would beat faster when I hear him coming and I should try to look my pret- tiest. I don't believe I have a heart. It's a good thing for womankind I haven't. But I must go back to my work. Summer passed and Margaret was now busy writing a book on her pet subject. Eugene came as much as for- merly. Was their friendship as firm as before? To all ap- pearances, it was. But why did Margaret look at his pic- ture on her dressing-table the last thing at night and the first thing in the morning? And whyhdid Eugene have to look at his watch so often and incidentally at a picture op- posite the face? Can you explain these symptoms, gentle reader, or are you entirely ignorant on such subjects? One gloomy afternoon in November, Margaret returned from the post-oflice after mailing her precious manuscript to the publisher. It was just at dusk and the coal fire looked very pleasant to Margaret's eyes as she entered her study. Kate had told her that Mr. Baldwin had called and had seemed vexed because she wasn't home. But he said he would come back soon, and if he shouldn't come this even- ing, he left a note on your desk for you, continued the maid. Margaret snatched the note and sat down by the fire-light to decipher it. This is what she read:

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X Baby. BY GEOR FUGATE. OFESSOR GOODWILLY was completely Wrapped up in the study of antiquities. But his soul contained too much of the milk of human kindness to refuse to receive his niece as his Ward. . An uncle, living in Pai-is,had left the professor guardian of Baby So it is that We find Mr. Goodvvilly, Who had not the least acquaintance With babies, sitting before his book-case endeavoring to read up on this subject. Taking a dictionary, the antiquarian found that a baby is an infant or young child of either sex. Humph, I knew that already, said he. Then the book Was closed With a snap, and Gray's phys- iology taken out to see if it gave any information on the all-engrossing subject. Babies must be kept Warm, so it said. The professor rang the bell, which summoned Mrs. Mothring, his housekeeper. He asked her to have three bolts of flannel sent up. Mrs. Mothring departed With a look of amazement on her rotund face. The learned man sat down and picked up a magazine. I-le chanced upon an advertisement for a baby food, and thought of ordering several bottles. But before he deter- mined upon this he saw another which swore by all the gods of the universe that it was the best and only reliable infant food in the market. What was the poor man to do? The next moment he