Cloverdale Union High School - Spectator Yearbook (Cloverdale, CA)

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then the sight of the girl brought hack the memory of what had happened. 4 ‘Have I been asleep. The last I remember the soldiers were here looking everywhere, then they went away. After that I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion. “Yes,” she said. “I have brought you food, you must eat and then I will direct you on your way.” Little was said during the meal. When it was finished they left the building together. The Northerner greatly revived by rest and food. Once outside Marjory pointed northward. A mile be¬ yond those trees is the river. Once beyond it you will be com¬ paratively safe, but do not stop an instant until you reach your army.” He took her hand saying simply, “Good bye.” “Good bye, and may you reach your army safely.” He turned and walked away. But his mind was not on his journey. It was occupied by a vision of a fair girl standing in the moonlight by a garden gate. A vision that would stay with him through the years and if he lived, bring him back to the sunny south. Marjory watched him out of sight and then stole into the house. Often in after days her thoughts strayed to the man she had saved. 13

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“I know your husband well and would be the last to sus¬ pect one of his family of knowingly concealing a Northern spy. Never the less he might be hidden here without your knowledge. Therefore I can not leave until I have thoroughly searched your out-buildings and negro quarters.” “Certainly, you are at liberty to look in the barns,” said Mrs. Carew, a good deal mollified by the assurance that her loyalty to the south was not brought into question. The officer bowed and turned to give orders to his men. Marjory remained at the window, and with fast beating heart, watched the flashing of lights among the buildings as the soldiers conducted their search with a great burden lifted from her, she saw them return without the fugitive, mount and ride away. When the jingling of spurs and the clatter of hoofs had died away, the girl turned and went down stairs to the even¬ ing meal. As she had expected, her mother made many inquiries as to where she had been. She evaded going into detail by saying that she had been walking in the woods and had since been in her room. The old lady immediately plunged into an account of the visit of the soldiers which lasted through supper’. All the evening Marjory was nervous and preoccupied, waiting for the time to arrive when she might carry food to the concealed spy. At last it came, her mother closed her book and went up stairs leaving Marjory pretending to read. The girl waited im¬ patiently until she thought her mother must be asleep. Then, first filling a basket with food, she stole from the house and swiftly crossed the space to the old barn. She opened the door. All was still within. The moon shining brightly outside, filtered in through the cracks and lighted the great building dimly. Half frightened by the shadows and the stillness she hesitated an instant and then quickly crossed the floor and pulled away the tobacco that hid the loose plank. She raised this and saw the man lying on his side asleep. The girl knelt and touched his ragged sleeve saying, “Wake up, it’s time to fly.” He started up with an exclamation. He looked around dazed, 12

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The Tale of the Comet A fine young comet went out to play One beautiful mom in the month of May; And many admiring glances were cast On this fine young fellow wh o traveled so fast. He looked upon Venus for many a day For this beautiful creature stood right in his way. Her enticing glances he failed to resist But rushed to her side and her fair brow he kissed. The wise men on earth had the time all set When the earth by the comet at length should be met; And you may well guess they were greatly dismayed To think that the comet by Venus was stayed. The traveler however just gave them the laugh And straightway continued his heavenly path. He treated those who were waiting with scorn Leaving them feeling indeed quite folorn. But ever he went at the same rapid rate And left the old world to its predestined fate. And still the wise men ponder and fear The comet’s return after many a year. H. F. B., 10. 14