Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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10 THE TATTLER visited the poor dwelling only to find Pedro deliriously talking of his sheep and no water. Knowing the end was near, young Morgan remained with Juan and after the few sad rites which they were able to perform were over, he suggested to Juan that he go with him to New York and, as kindness had already won his confidence, this Juan willingly agreed to do. The flocks were disposed of and Juan took the remaining treasured nuggets and went to a new life. His friend soon placed him in a good school where he had every advantage which together with his faithfulness soon accomplished wonders. He was twelve years of age when found by Mr. Morgan and by the time he was twenty he had graduated from Yale with honors and was recommendei by President Wilson to be sent as an envoy of peace to the Mexican government. PHTLO ANDREWS, ’15. KINDNESS PAYS LARGE DIVIDENDS. “Well, Frank, let’3 not sit here and study all evening and ruin ou -health. What do you say to going up town to the show?” “I was just thinking about that myself, Tom, for I have had a bad headache all day.” Such was the conversation of two boys in Oberlin college. The former, who was addressed as Frank, was Frank Miller, the son of a prominent business man of Philadelphia. The first speaker was Tom Harris, the son of a wealthy financier of Pittsburg. Both were in their Junior year and were already figuring what they would do after their graduation, the following year. As they were both studying law, each anticipated being a great lawyer some day or even being elected to the supreme bench. Now, as it was in the spring of the year, and this being a nice evening, it was hard for the boys to sit quietly in their rooms and busy themselves in books, so. upon this pleasant suggestion each quickly grabbed his hat and started for the opera. As they neared the opera which they had decided to attend that evening, Tom reached in his pocket to get his money ready to purchase their tickets but, to his dismay, found that all his money was in his trousers he had worn the evening before. “Say, Frank, you wouldn’t mind buying the tickets tonight, would you? My money is at home in my other suit.” “That is what I intended to do anyway, Tom, you always want to pay and now you will have to stand one on me.” Tom, seeing no other course open, decided to let Frank buy the tickets and when they reached the place, Tom entered and picked out a couple of good seats, while Frank was outside buying the tickets. In a. couple of minutes, Tcm began to feel uneasy, as Frank did not appear, and. thinking that Frank might not have seen him enter, started for the entrance to tell him where he had decided to sit. As he reached the door, he saw Frank going through all kinds of frantic motions toward the ticket agent, and wondered what could be the trouble. “Why don’t you come in and get a good seat before they are all gone, Frank? I have been waiing in there for you for nearly a half hour.” “Well, why don’t you run away when I need some one around?” “What is the matter, now, you haven’t decided to lick the ticket agent and get us both in free have you?”

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C. I'RKW, The Florist, State St. Phone 1281 !l Life was very dreary to little Juan who sometimes assisted his father in the mines. One night after the evening meal Juan brought forward a bag of stones which he proceeded to form into the semblance of a wall. When a glitter caught the eye of Pedro, he examined the stones and found some were nuggets of almost pure gold and by questioning Juan he soon found where plenty of these golden nuggets might be found. Realizing their value in a measure and also that they would never be of any use to him in this country, he suddenly recalled what a man had told him of the United States where a common man might own vast acres. After thinking over all this the next day, that night their few belongings were packed and with the gold nuggets were carefully strapped to the back cf Pedro and leading little Juan, they started northward for the far distant United States, traveling by night to escape the boiling rays of the sun. Many days and nights passed with only a few tropical fruits for food. Weary and worn the travelers finally reached Chihuahua where a small nugget procured food. Never having seen a railroad train and ignorant of the world the rail road was not looked u] on as a direct means of travel, and as a help only t mark the road in the direction in which he desired to travel. T o weeks passed be ore the wandering travelers reached El Paso where they had heard the promised land began. This city had no attractions for Pedro and wandering to the northward he came upon the owner of a sheep ranch, who had but recently murdered an Indian helper and who was mighty glad to exchange his ranch for nuggets and leave the country. The summer of 1S92 was marked by a drought in the southwest par of the United States. Everything w’as scorched by the sun’s rays and but little pasturage was to be found at this time. The Brown Stock Company, a large concern composed mostly of eastern millionaires who numbered their cattle hv the million, had a number of herds grazing through the valley of the Rio Grande in central New Mexico. As the drought increased the sheep and goats of Pedro crowded farther into the valley away from the foo: hills. This soon led to conflict with the Brown Stock Company and, as any one knows, enmity always exists between cattle and sheep men in the west for the cattle will not graze where sheep have been. As the Stock Company’s cattle came down the valley they were seen by Juan, who was now sole guardian of the sheep as his father lay on his bed of straw’ nearly con sumed by fever. Hate arose in the boy’s heart as he realized the danger to his flock and thought o' what his father had already suffered at the hands of the Mexican government. This seemed merely a repetition. Being helpless he could do nothin T, but soon a lone horseman could be seen riding in his direction whose identity was no other than the young son of J. P. Morgan, w'hose father had sent him on a western trip for his health and to look into his vast financial interests. Although a typical cowboy in appearnce, vet he was kind at heart, and w’hen he saw poor little Juan so neglected looking and so faithfully guarding his father’s flocks he was touched and kindly approached him. Juan soon told him of his great trouble concerning his father and together they

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O. J. FREW, The Florist, State St. Phone 12S1 11 “No, but I will have to if we go, I guess. I took my wallet out of my clothes when I brushed them tonight and left it lying on the dresser, so I guess it means no show for us tonight, for this close-fi6ted ticket agent won’t consent to our going in and bringing the money tomorrow.” “Never mind, Frank, 1 didn’t want to go anyway, did you?” “I certainly did, or 1 wouldn’t have come up here.” “Let's take a walk out in the suburbs, and let it go at that.” “It is about all that we ran do that 1 can see but, even then, it might rain and we wouldn’t have money enough to get home on the car.” ‘ Well, if it does, we can sleep in some one’s barn and beat the conductor cut of a few cents car fare.” ‘ All right, then, lead the wav. 1 am not going to let this spoil my whole evening, but it has come preitty close to it.” So saying Tom started down the street forgetting all about the two swell seats he had picked out at the show. “Say, Frank, do you know that we are liable to get robbed out here, on these side streets this time of night?” “Well. I w'ould feel sorry foi the disappointment any highwayman would get if he tried anything like that on me.” “Well, one good thing is that the moon will be up in a short time and we could evade any suspicious characters we might chance to meet and save him that disappointment.” Sure enough, in a few minutes the moon could be seen to be peeking out from behind a cloud and shortly came into full view, and illuminated the city in a most beautiful manner. The two boys continued to stroll along talking, first about one thing and then the other, paying very little attention to what way they were going, or how far they were getting from home. Presently, as they were walking along, they passed a tree and beneath it there was lying a man, curled up, with an old overcoat partly covering him. They could see by the aid of the moon that he was quite an old man, for he had gray hair and a long shaggy beard. The boys walked a short distance by when Frank suddenly stopped “Tom, do you know what 1 am going to do?” “That is a hard question to answ'er; what is it?” “Well. Tom, I’ll tell you. I may be foolish, but that man lying beneath that tree back there, has aroused my curiosity and 1 am going back and see what is the cause. “It is probably only a tramp and you had better let him alone, while he is not molesting any one.” “There won’t be any harm in asking anyway, so here goes, tramp or no tramp.” So saying, he returned and, shaking the old man gently by the shoulder, asked him why he w'as there that time of night. The old man opened his eyes and at first seemed a little startled but, seeing that his arouser was only a youth of about twenty years of age, soon calmed himself and replied, “I am without friends or money. I left my family in a small town named Trenton, in the southern part of Pennsylvania, and started out to find work and employment and a little money. I had intended to send for them, but so far I have been unable to do so. I have a friend in Harrisburg, which is in the central part of Pennsylvania, but I haven’t