Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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home. They hailed the next car and were soon enjoying a cool ride. It was perhaps twenty minutes after the departure of these two interesting people when two young men came strolling along. They came up to this particular bench and sat down. But suddenly Forster, for it was our former friend, stopped and picked up something. Ho, ho, what have we here? said Bryce. We will soon see, said Frank. Turning it over he read on the silver name-piece of the music-roll: MARY C. SPAYD, 212A Parkwood Ave. TOLEDO, OHIO. Well, I wonder if this belongs to our Mary Spayd, said Frank. Thereupon he opened it and discovered numerous drawings. Looking them over he came upon one strangely familiar. A very pretty girl sitting at a desk. She was indus- triously studying a book, and looking closer he saw its name: History of the English Kings. ' Bryce gave an exclamation: Well, I do declare, if that isn't a picture of Norma Chambers, I don't know what it is! Frank was in a meditative mood. It looks as she did then, three years ago. But I couldn't say whether it looks like her now or not, he replied. Since she went to Denver I haven't heard much of her but I would like to see her,', he went on. By this time he had put back the papers and was gazing intently into space. Suddenly Bryce broke out laughing. I tell you, old boy, the hag was right 3 beware of fortune tellers hereafter. Well,', said Frank, she said I should return it but I would have known that much. See that you do, then, replied George still smiling. Meanwhile the young couple had gotten nearly to Miss Spayd's home. When she began looking for something. What are you looking after ? asked Mr. Boynton, for such was his name.

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commissioners were not idle. The much talked-of Ieiferson street bridge had been erected and west siders, as well as those on the east side, were finally happy. On this particular day a young lady might have been seen at Walbiidge park, busily sketching a scene on the river. She looked decidedly pretty as she sat there with her sketch- book in her lap. She wore, a natty suit of brown, and indeed no other shade would have suited her better. Her hair and eyes were this same color. Her face would have attracted notice any- where for its expression of innocence. The young lady still worked away. Her sketch was fast nearing completion, and, for the time being, she was wholly absorbed in her work. Suddenly a young man came hurrying along the walk. He had evidently noticed our friend, for he stopped. She didn't look up. So, coming up behind her he lightly' touched her shoulder. Then she turned. Oh, it'syou, is it? said she. ' ' So it seems-but what are you working at so industrious- ly? replied the young man, coming around to the other side ot the bench and taking a seat at her side. Well, I am sketching and I want to get this finished before I go home. So if you want to stay here don't move or say another word until I get this done, said she. And he obeyed. I wonder how many young men there are who would have not done likewise? 4 He watched her a few minutes and then took the music roll at her side, containing some of her drawings and opened it. He looked at them all critically and then looked at her again. As he put the music roll down, it fell behind the park bench. He would have picked it up rat the time, but being very thoughtful about disturbing her, he decided to wait until he had permission. to move. It seemed hours to him before she looked up, but in reality it was only ten minutes. With a satisfied sigh, she said: Now, Clii, you can talk to me if you like. What a kind crea- ture she was ! ,And so he talked and talked, but she could not get him to tell just how he happened to be in the same park with her that afternoon. n Having Y conversed some time, they decided to depart for

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Have you seen anything of my roll of drawings ? she anxiously enquired. Then he remembered very vividly where he had seen them last. He became very conscience-stricken and felt like a wretch. I-Ie looked rather blank at first and then said, O what punish- ment shall I have to endure? Yes, I dropped them under the bench on which we were sitting at the park. And with much tact he showed her how his very thought- fulness had caused her loss. But I will go right back for the roll, Mary, and will be back here before you know it. And so Cliff Boynton set out to hunt for the lost parcel after he had conducted Mary to her home. He was always rather careless and now the fact came home to him. I-Ie was a traveling agent for a large firm in Denver. He had become acquainted with Miss Spayd through their mutual friend, Norma Chambers. CHAPTER IV. It could not have been more than a half an hour after Mary reached home that she was told a gentleman wished to see her in the parlor. Upon entering she was surprised to see her old acquaintance, Frank Forster. After a pleasant greeting, Frank produced the parcel. Of' course, she was delighted. She started to smile. I wonder how Cl-, Mr. Boynton, will succeed in his search, she said. And then she related the incident to him. There is one picture I had a notion to pocket for myself, said Frank. Of course, Mary couldn't imagine wha! one. So, Frank, rather embarassed, showed it to her. It puts me in mind of old times, that's all, he said. O, does it?,' asked Miss Spayd, mischievously. Well, I have promised that to another young man-a friend of Norn1a's, Mr. Boynton. Now, Mary had promised a picture to that young man, and had been undecided which one she would give him. So, all of a sudden, she ixed on that one, because some one else desired it. O, Mary did not intend to be mean, but she had her reasons.