College of St Marys of the Springs - Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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a1+a.i+m+aa+sm.+na+L 4+Q1.J.+.nD+141Q+14+n D+c4+sJ+1 Hldd wQblD'S fll'Sl HDPQGYGIICQ . NE. evening in November when the last rays of the sinking sun Z X ' ' had disappeared, leaving the earth in that mysterious dusk, which preludes the dark, Alda Webb bounded up the steps of - her aunt's home, the only one she knew, and burst unceremon- iously in upon her aunt's reverie. The room in which Miss Tremont was seated was a large, old-fashioned one. Four low, broad windows allowed great Hoods of sunshine to enter during the day and gave wide views of the starry heavens at night. The floor was carpeted with a heavy brussels rug and the furniture was of colonial mahogany. Everything in the room bespoke taste and refinement, but the most cheerful feature was the open fire-place, with its massive brass andirons across which were several cedar logs burning briskly, giving an air of cosiness that only an open fire can produce. l Oh, auntyl exclaimed the excited child, did you think I was never coming? I was afraid myself that I'd never finish, but now all the decorating is over and everything is ready for tomorrow. We're going to have a glorious time, aunty. The recitations are all splen- did and there are many surprises in store for the babies. But, Aunt Gene, what's the mat- ter? suddenly broke off Alda, for her aunt did not seem to hear her lively chattering. Miss Tremont started. Why dear, I didn't hear you come in. You didn'tl Well really, Aunt Gene, I can't imagine what's wrong with you tonight, for you always said that you could hear me from the time I left school until I reached home, and I'm sure I made more noise than usual tonight, because I ran all the way home and fairly burst in here. 1 Did you, dear, was the only response. 1, Alda noticed that her explanation had fallen almost unheeded, so slipping to her knees she took her aunt's hands in her own and pressing .them softly asked, Please, aunty. what's the matter? Can't you tell your little girl just this time? Why, you foolish child, there's nothing the matter. You must be letting your imagina- tion run away with you, replied the aunt, trying to assume her usual cheerfulness. Now run along and change your dress. Aren't the girls coming down this evening? No, aunty. they're notg and please, if you don't mind, I'm not going. to change my dress. It's so very comfy here that I think I'll stay and try my method of driving away this dreadful case of blues. n u Alda glanced smilingly into her aunt's eyes and was greatly surprised to find in them the unmistakable traces of tears. I I . Oh please, please tell me, aunty? Have you been thinking again of that dreadful hap- pening that occurred so very long ago on a certain eighth of December? Yes, dear, I'm compelled to admit that it is the remembrance of that memorable day which causes me to forget myself tonight. . 13 ei' Fl ' gall!! s W 0

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We e we a we a :wc a we a :wc we e :wc e we e In the drinking scene where he gets into trouble with Sir Toby, Malvolio is thoroughly in his element. He stalks into the room as though he owned the place and orders Sir Toby to keep quiet or leave. This is not the first time he has tried to show his authority with Sir Toby and the latter rebels, determining to have revenge. If Malvolio had administered reproof in the right way, it would no doubt have been received in the right way, but he ordered others around not because it was his duty to the Lady Olivia,-bless you, no,-he never thought of her comfort or interest, but because he so loved to lord it over somebody that he did not know how to admonish with tact and charity. Then as a direct consequence of the drinking scene, we have the letter scene, in which he finds the missive Maria has left for him. l-le might have known better than to believe its con- tents. because it was not at all in Olivia's style and with this he must, of course, have been familiar. Then, too, was it very likely that a woman of Olivia's ideas would drop a love letter in so public a place as that garden? Could not others besides Malvolio walk there? Noth- ing but inflated egotism could have been deceived by so transparent a trick. Some people nevertheless have called Malvolio sensible. Surely they must have lost sight of him waltzing up and down that garden path, pretending to wind a watch and practising his future behavior as Olivia's husband. If no other evidence were forthcoming, in this incident alone Malvolio would be self-condemned, for he shows he is conceited by planning for his future wardrobe. he shows he is revengeful by planning what he will do to Sir Toby, and he shows he is a fool for doing any of these things at all. l Following the garden episode, comes the sad scene which is the beginning of the end of Malvolio, in other words, that where he comes to Olivia rigged out in a manner no man of reason would want to be seen in by a woman, let alone, by the woman he wishes to marry. Had he ever had the slightest chance of winning Olivia, that would have ended it, for when she saw him in that costume with that sickly self-complacent smile on his face, she must have almost hated him. l'-le had fondly thought she would succumb at once to his irresistible charms, but suddenly his hopes were blasted: instead. being suspected of being a madman, he was hurried away in spite of all his protestations. to pay the penalty of his overweening vanity. And what was his punishment? Wherein was it bevond his deserts? No one laid hand on him with the intention of harming him. l-le was merely placed in a dark cell like a naughty child, and left to repent of his past follies. Nothing is better for a man than a place of solitude, a time for reflection and repentance. Malvolio never would have seen his foolish- ness unaided. so it was little short of an act of kindness for someone else to reveal it to him. After this who can sav he received no compensation for his humiliations? l-le was made to see himself in his true light, and such a lesson is well worth a few hours of suspense in a dark- ened room. PEARL CABLE, Special. 'SZ 'Si 'SZ N? QS 09 0 4, . els --as 12

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ww , ,Wu 2 ,Nui ,Wulf f ,milf L twill . ww 5 Aww . ww , And you won't tell me? I don't suppose I could make it any easier, but, you know, it's such a comfort to feel that some one else besides yourself knows and understands. Regina Tremont smiledg but the smile that was usually so cheerful and bright was to- night, in the scarlet glow of the fire, almost ghostly. No, little girl, not tonightg some other day. Perhaps when you're grown. Why, Aunt Gene, you know I'm fifteen now, and I can't see how a few years can make any difference. You just never intend to tell me. UYCS. Alda I will. 'Listen to me. Clear. for the girl had turned away with an aggrieved air- HTl'1e Hi8ht before YOU make YO'-11' first appearance in public I'll tell you the whole story of my girlhood. You know, it is my ambition to have you excel in elocution and win the first diploma given for Dramatic Art. S0 work hard for my sake and graduate soon from dear old St. Rose's. E Noi you can't bribe me that way. Aunt Gene. Remember it will be four years be- fore I can finish my studies in that course. You simply want me to work hard and win renown and fame before the world and I'm not going to. So therel just as this moment Alda's pet dog, Raggles, came up, and taking him in her lap Alda whispered audibly into his furry ear, Raggles there's someone in this room that I don't love and it isn't you and it isn't me. Come on, let's go down to the kitchen and see what ,Iane'll give us. But when Alda reached the culinary department, she found the usually optimistic Jane in a humor with which no one would dare to trifle: so taking her skates she wended her way to the pond. L There she found a crowd of boys and girls enjoying to the full extent the havoc Jack Frost had played with the water. - J Alda had just finished adjusting her skates when a number of the girls came up exclaim- ing excitedly, Oh, hurry onl The boys have an addition to their number tonight and have challenged us to a race to the mill. Won't you join? Of course, and mind, girls, we're going to win. We did last night and we will to- night, too. ' The girls then joined the remainder of the crowd, who were grouped around the fire the boys had built and Alda was introduced to the stranger, who bore the name of Wick Grey. All waited impatiently for the signal, which was delayed, but when it did sound, only three were ready, two boys and a girl. The boys were Wick Grey and Bob Ross, the girl. Alda Webb. ' Alda, being light and graceful, flew over the glassy surface with astonishing rapidity, and Bob seeing that undoubtedly she would win, gave up the contest, returning to the fire. But Wick redoubled his speed, and although he did gain rapidly, Alda reached the goal fully five minutes before he did. When Alda discovered that her opponent was the new-comer she skated on around to the other side of the mill and back to her companions. Wick followed, skating slowly. Putting his hand into his pocket he drew from it a dandelion he had found, earlier during the day. It's strange how this little blosson has lived through all this severe weather, he mused. How fresh it is yet. Who would think that such a frail thing would be hardy enough to resist these bleak November winds and snows. By this time he was near the crowdvwho were anxiously awaiting his return, for Alda had reached them and the girls were greatly elated over what they termed, our successg 14