Central High School - Snips and Cuts Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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'iv' N. A .aff EDITORIAL STAFF USNIPS and CUTS

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Editorial Staff Chief Editors EDWARD KEESLER WILL K. CARR Social Editors MISS LOUISE YOUNG MISS ELIZABETH BOMAR Hthletic Editors FRED McCALL JOE WENTZ Comic Editors ' MISS ERWIN KERR MISS MARY BLOOM Business Managers MEBANE LONG MARTIN BOYER 10

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Che Gray Stone Iiouse weary traveler slowly picked his Way over the rough, stony road leading toward the llttle village of Chester. He was cold and footsore, limping as he walked. Every now and then he cast his eyes upon his poor, hungry looking dog, walking by his side. Well, Rover, old fellow ! We can't get to the village to-night, that's certain! We'll hunt us a shack some- where and rest for the night. I don't suppose that we will have any supper either, although my pockets are full of money, for I am afraid to spend it. Oh! he muttered under his breath, how that miserly old woman clung to her gold, and she shrieked when I struck her. But she'll never scream again, and I had to have the chink. The dog looked up into his master's face as if in an- swer, and then trotted on at his side as before. As he spoke he went around a curve in the road, and he thought he could see in the distance the outlines of a building. When he came nearer, he saw that it was an old, gray-stone house, surrounded by tall oaks and unkept shrubbery. In the deepening gloom the old, gray build- ing loomed up dim and ghastly. Every now and then the leaves on the old oaks rustled as if swept by a gentle breeze, but no other sound was to be heard. The silence was oppressive, and as the ragged man approached the building, he whistled softly to the dog, as if to break the silence and, at the same time, dreading to do so. I-Ie cautiously ascended the steps. The door was partly ajar. We're in luck, old boy, he muttered, an empty house all to ourselves, if 1'm not mistaken l Walk in, friend, and in a jiffy we'll have a roaring fire. So saying, he pushed the door wide open, and swag- gered into the hallway, the dog meekly following at his master's heels. The man's steps seemed to awaken a thousand echos all through the deserted house. 12 N the fast fading light of a chill November day, a A n u