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

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MN ,C -,,x,. N MI, , .--:.,.,.., .,.,..,.,...-4.,.. Q 4 .,, r. .. .. .I - - . . ' ' ' 1 ' A . x 4 V ., ,41 , at g NW? r :xml 'ww' 'Wi t ex 1 ww? ara..fnsstffaaxsfaa,ass-.afar ,f-mf.-.ss-.fame-.fafassffaas-.faat So that night found them, Wick and his mother, among the select audience at the Hart- man. They occupied the costly box to the left of the stage, while the one to the right had been reserved for Alda's aunt. Finally the curtain rose, and a hush fell on the audience as Alda crossed to the front of the stage. l-ler dress of white velvet was superb in its severe plainness and clung to the per- fect figure in lines of exquisite grace. The only jewel she wore was the magnificent ruby. Her auburn hair glistened and shone in the brilliant light and nestling snugly among the curls was a single white rose. With a thrill 'Wick recognized her as the girl he had met four years before. , From the first it was evident that Miss Webb had captured her audience. Encore after encore followed each appearance, until finally the curtain rose for the last time. The audience waited in silence and at last she appeared. Wick Grey leaned toward her, and as he did so, he caught for the first time the gleam of the magnificent ruby. i Oh mother, look! he exclaimed, but was checked before he could finish his sentence, for already Alda had begun her story. . 1 So feelingly was the simple tale related, so tender the voice, so eloquent the eyes, that the listeners were held spell-bound. . '. Mrs. Grey arose in her box, and it was only after the repeated entreaties of her son, that she reseated herself. - Aida was nearing the climax. l-ler eyes sparkled, she had been watching her aunt, who was regarding her with unfeigned affection and admiration, though with a great deal of excitement, when her attention was called to the lady in the opposite box. Why was she so agitated? The climax of the tale had been reached when Gene told Phyllis to leave, telling her also that she hoped never to see her again. Alda had even used the names, Regina and Phyllis in her story, so when she uttered these words, Mrs. Grey rose and in a voice of pleading entreaty cried, Stop! Oh, please stop. If the speaker heard, she paid no attention, but continued till the end, and when stoop- ing to accept a bouquet of flowers, again flashed the ring. My ruby! my ruby! cried Mrs. Grey, and hurriedly crossing the stage to where the bewildered and excited Alda was standing, took her hand and demanded, Tell me where you got it? I In the meantime Miss Tremont had come to congratulate her niece, but when she reach-- ed her, she stood as if petrified, for facing her was not Alda Webb as she had expected, but Phyllis Doyle, her girlhood friend. I Alda had presence of mind enough to step to the other side of the curtain and was greatly surprised to find herself again face to face with Wick Grey, whom she recognized as her opponent in the skating race. ,15 55 55 35 QQ 35 3 8 56 55 af' 36 55 8 95 95 56 3 Five months have passed, during which Phyllis Grey and Regina Tremont have renewed their girlhood friendship, thus enabling Wick and Alda to become better acquainted. What the future holds for them, who can say? for Alda Webb is no longer a little girl, and Wick Grey is years older than when he gave her the dandelion. HELEN K. Drrros, '13, 19

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AL A+s-3u+a+.u+x im. Amiuafp-fra xfm-.a.+s-mm Ask arm+M + u Am xmas Iunderstand why you feel towards me the way you do but please, please forgive me, even though I never see you again, for many things have changed since I left school. After leaving you on the steps that day, Mother handed me a telegram telling me to come home at once. I left the next morning and upon reaching Greenfield found that our home had burnt to the ground and my idolized father, mother and little brother had per- ished in the flames. So please accept the ruby, which I think is really yours, and even though you cannot bring yourself to Wear il, let it be 35 6 lHiiSman- to make it easier for you to forgive. Your always devoted, Phyllis. Many, many times the voice faltered during the reading, and then Miss Tremont, open- ing a Small box disclosed, to Aida, the most magnificent ruby she had ever seen. f Oh, exclaimed the girl, isn't it a beauty? Why didn't you ever show it to me be- ore? Because it reCallS SHCI! painful mCm0I'ies that I can't bear to look at it. But to con- tinue my story. That night asI read this note, I shall never forget it, every feeling of anger, every unkind thought seemed to leave me. ltried every means of locating Phyllis after I left school, but all my attempts proved fruitless. However, never do I allow a day to pass that I do not offer a fervent prayer that I shall see her yet. But now it's time for my little girl to retire. just one request, aunty. Please allow me to wear this ring tomorrow night? Oh, no, exclaimed the aunt. But she was too late to seize it, for already Alda had slipped the ring on her finger and was flashing it in the dull, red glow of the fire. Please aunty, for it just fits, and Miss Tremont, unable to resist the girl's pleadings, consented. ' Alda, upon reaching her room and scanning her programme for the next evening, dis- covered that she needed another recitation for the closing number. What should she give? She sat down, for an idea had come to her, and taking a pen and paper, she wrote hurriedly for an hour. When she had finished, she read what she had written with evident satisfaction and smiling to herself, said. Won't aunty be surprised when she hears me recite her girlhood stor ? - yF or Alda possessed something of her aunt's literary ability and the recital of the story had moved her so deeply that she wrote with unwonted power and tenderness. IV It was the evening of Alda's recital, and as Wick Grey scanned the headlines of the even- ing paper, his eye caught the following- Tonight! At the Hartman! Miss Webb makes her appearance in public. There was something familiar in the name. It called up recollections of a face whose sweetness had haunted him for four years, so that when his mother entered the room, without waiting to retum her greeting, he asked eagerly, Mother, have you an engagement for tonight? No, dear, why ? Well, I see in tonight's paper that Miss Webb is to give an elocutionary evening and somehow or other I should like to attend. I...et's gol Will you ii Certainly, if you wish. , 18

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ww Q ww ,wuz f wud 1 mug 3 Qsvuf , swag ,ying . :wtf . H Crip I0 lilgbldlld Park with Sil' ROQQI' dt GVQYIQV X Cfxfjxx NE hot afternoon I sat in our pleasant library poring dreamily over my books, in the vain endeavor to keep awake long enough 'NW f mmm to finish my character sketch of Sir Roger de Coverley. Sud- denly I was attracted by the loud and cheerful voice of a strang- er conversing familiarly with the maid in the hall. A moment later, the door opened and who should enter but the good old L11 knight himself. I have a mind said he, after greeting me with 'Y 5F,,,Cgi':fw,,, his customary heartiness, to see some of the famous parks of your city. Glad to be of service, I at once volunteered to T I ik? i' accompany him to Highland that afternoon and telephoned to the garage for an auto. Cn the arrival of the machine I motioned my friend to fol- low me, but glancing out of the door, he exclaimed They haven't brought the horses yet, only the coach is there. Thereupon I explained as best I could that the auto was run by electricityg yet in spite of my entreaties and assurances he could not be persuaded to get into it. Finally having examined and given a vigorous twist to every fixture on the machine, he caught hold of the bulb of the horn which instantly produced a loud and unexpected hunk causing the good old man to reel with fright. I took advantage of his bewilderment to push him into the seat beside me, and we were soon speeding on our way. When he had some- what recovered his breath, he began to shake his head, declaring that there certainly was some witchcraft in these autos and that for his part, he much preferred to see the horses. When we reached the park gate and alighted, the knight attracted much attention by following his usual custom of speaking to every one he met. Seeing some wags making mer- ry at his expense, I whispered a caution in his ear, whereupon he forbore this exercise of his benevolence. After a row across the lake which Sir Roger found excellently pleasant, we came upon a sign reading Lyceum Theater, Admission Five Cents. My friend expressed a de- sire to enter, saying it had been years since he had seen a good show. Accordingly we went into the dark building and groped our way to seats near the wall just below an electric fan. After the first scene, the old knight leaned towards me and whispered that there was a bird or something on the wall that made so much noise he could not hear a word the actors were saying. I explained to him that there really were no actors, that the performance was a moving picture show. He seemed puzzled, but was soon all interest and attention. In one picture a lady of middle age was obstinately turning a deaf ear to her lover's importunities. Sir Roger seemed much affected and muttered to himself, She'll never have him, I warrant you. She's another of those perverse creatures that secretly rejoice in the admiration of men, but indulge themselves in no further consequence. At last the performance was ended and the crowd was Hocking towards the exit. Sud- denly I missed Sir Roger from my side. and in my violent efforts to overtake him, I awoke with a start to find my tablet lying almost blank before me. Fl R ml m EDNA SNYDER, 'I4 20