Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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diiferent fellow. He changed the subject by asking, her a question. If you are not engaged, may I come to-morrow night? I will be at home, she replied. Now what would his friend Bryce thought had he been there ? just think-in company with a young lady a whole after- noon, and part of an evening, and boldly asking for another interview! But it is a queer world, and Forster was bashful, you know. 71 It 2

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, Three weeks. slipped away. Miss Spayd had seen nothing of the finder of her parcel. She teased Norma about his wanting her picture, but her friend, atsuch attacks, was very reserved. One day Mr. Boynton and the two girls started off on their wheels. They crossed the bridge at jefferson street, and were soon on the East Side. ,T , Suddenly the tire to Norma's wheel gave out. It was punc- tured. So they stopped at the nearest bicycle repair shop to have it' mended. Whom should they meet there but Frank Forster ! He was having his wheel pumped up. Of course, they were all surprised, and they cordially invited him' to accompany them on their ride, when the puncture was ixed: Now, Frank didn't know what to do or say. He wanted to go, and still he didn't. But he considered he had not acted quite right in not calling and so consented. After some delay they started. The day was a time one and the roads were in good condition. ' Mr. Boynton and Mary had considerately taken the lead. They wished to have the other two renew their acquaintance. And this they did. She told him of her western life while he interested her in college stories. . At last they reached Presque Isle and, being hungry after their ride, they had lunch. Then they went home by way of boat. U Such a beautiful sunset I Frank and Norma had gone upon the upper deck to enjoy it more fully. Frank kept wondering if he was -not monopolizing Miss Chambers, but, he got no farther than that state. By the way, said Norma, you did not say how you liked the picture of me. ' ' O, that? It was all right. I suppose Mr. Boynton has possession of it now, hasn't he ? asked Frank. . ' O, I don't know, perhaps. He has lots of things of Mary's he carries around with him. Of Mary's? Why, how is that? I -thought that'-i Norma laughed. Do you mean to say that you can't see that two and two make four ?', We used to hear that very few of us could, but now how couldyou be so dull? H But Frank couldn't tell why. He suddenly felt like a

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' Professor Goodwilly. . BY GEORGE R. FUGATE. ERE was a chance to show the world he was a hero. Not that it had not always been evident to himself, but he had so long been bound down to antiquities that others had begun to almost regard him as such, one to be looked at and admired, but not to be imbued with animal spirits. So when Mr. Goodwilly heard a noise in the kitchen he welcomed it Qwith some few tremorsb as furnishing the means to gratify his ambition. He walked across the room to his cabinet of curios to take the horse- pistol, a relic of his youthful days and the Fourths of July, then he went to the window, hoping against his will that he might see a policeman. None was in sight-a most unusual thing- and Mr. Goodwilly felt a sinking in his breast. As his grasp tightened on his pistol, his heart stopped beating. What if it should be loaded! Nervously he opened the single chamber and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw it empty. For, of course, the Professor did not intend the weapon for oifense, but merely as a menace. Now he crept across to the cellar door. His hand was laid on the knob. Carefully, so carefully, did he turn it that not a creak was heard. Then he stopped to listen 5 everything was still. Not saying that he trembled, if he had, he would not have sunk in my estimation, for it was indeed a perilous undertaking the antiquarian was engaged in. For all he knew, there was a desperate rufiiian below him. Perhaps the burglar was behind the door at the foot of the stairs, perhaps even now a pistol was directed at the Professor. But, nevertheless, he stepped down carefully and slowly, step by step. He planned his course of action. He was to go down so quietly that he would not be heard g then he would go in the laundry and turn on the lights all over the cellar. This would so alarm the burglar that when a pistol was pointed at him he would at once submit. Allwent well until he reached the last step. Unfortunately