Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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H. B. KURTZ Diamonds - Watches - Jewelry tip over. But, when Mrs. O’Brien rushed in and said I had been murdered, I got so exeited that I just naturally pushed the screen over. I'll bet I looked like an angel with Miss Oarleton s veil on. “Mrs. O’Brien ran out and I ran after her but when I got outside 1 decided to cut across lots through the orchard. And so here I am!” she finished somewhat breathlessly. “Yes, you’re here all right,’ agreed Mrs. Perkins, hut how did that blood get on the wall and on your apron? And that word ‘Beware,’ what does that mean?” “Why, that isn’t blood at all. If you d look at it close, you d see that it’s only squashed strawberries—I leaned up against the wall while I was talking to Miss Carleton and it left the imprint ot my hand and 1 wrote the word ‘Bewrare’ with a strawberry just to make it exciting. 1 was goin’ to pretend 1 was Lady Macbeth seein a vision. And that apron—I wiped my hands on it. “Shure, an’ if ye was my child I’d send ye straight to bed. Well I must be goin’. Sich a day as this has been, to be shure!” Discussing the latest exploit of the romantic Eleanor Jane the neighbors presently took their departure, leaving Eleanor with her mother. “Well, it was romantic anyway, wasn’t it, mother?” queried Eleanor. “I’d love to have been Lady Macbeth. “Lady Macbeth indeed,” snorted Mrs. Perkins. “Another dime novel you’ve been readin’, I s pose. But you 11 never be anyone except Eleanor Jane Perkins, mark my word, if you don’t get this nonsense out of your head.’ “Well, it was romantic. 1 think I'll write a book about it. Don’t you think allie woidd make an ideal hero, mother? “Hero, fiddlesticks! You go right up stairs and go to bed. 1 'll learn you to scare your mother to death. THE MYSTERY OF MAHMUD. A vague, gruesome air of mystery had been hovering over the little Parsee settlement of Kashmir in India for some days. The sacred jewels of Mohammed had been stolen during the night, from tho temple where Mohammed’s faithful subjects worshipped. The natives could account for it in no way. They had never deemed it necessary to place a guard over the jewels, since they believed that the god would keep them safe. Very few natives were to be seen on the streets. They remained in their homes because they feared that the god would wreak THE TATTLER Page Eleven

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Hallmark—means Quality. i i H. B. KURTZ lias been complately murdered an------an 1 guess perhaps—they’ve found her remains by now! An' her mother is intirelv overcame, an' Oh—h—h—h! Look!” A fancy Chinese screen had fallen down, disclosing to view the figure of Eleanor Jane, clad in snow white draperies, a filmy white veil hanging over her dark curls. She was very white and her dark blue eyes shone bri ght. “Oh! screamed Mrs. O’Brien. “Begorra, an’ 'tis the ghost of Eleanor Jane hersilf! The Saints preserve our souls!” Blindly she turned and tied, leaving Marcia and tlie “ghost” convulsed with laughter. ‘A ou must hurry home. Don’t wait to change your dress. Your mother must be badly frightened.” Picking up her filmy draperies, 1 lie “ghost” ran swiftly after Mrs. O’Brien. “I know,” thought Eleanor, “I'll take a short cut through the orchard.” Nearing the house she saw Mrs. O’Brien just entering the door. Bursting into the kitchen, she confronted the assembled company, which was hardly able to believe the evidence of its senses. Nory Jane!” cried Mrs. Perkins, rushing up to her. “Is it really you? Ain t you been murdered or kidnapped or nothing?” “'Why, no, of course not, mother.” M ell, indade, if you was my girl, I d make you give an account of yourself right here afore everybody,” declared Mrs. O’Brien. A es, agreed Mrs. Perkins, “you do that very thing. Set right there an tell us where you’ve been and where on eartli you got that riggin! My! what a start you’ve given me!” ‘AN ell, drawled Eleanor Jane, as she settled herself in a more comfortable position, “you know, mother, you left me hullin’ those strawberries when you went to the store. Well—while I was hullin’ strawberries, the phone rang. As I jumped up to answer it, my foot caught in a chair and upset it, spilling the berries all over the floor. I didn’t stop to pick ’em up because I thought it might be Wallie. But it wasn t—it was Miss Carleton, calling up to say her wedding dress had just come and she wanted me to come over and see it. So i took off my apron and went. 1 tried on her dress and Oh—h! I looked beautiful in it—all white satin an' everythin’! I’ll bet I looked just like Juliet. An' I was just goin’ to take it off when we heard someone at the door an’ Miss Carleton said I better get behind the screen because it might be the grocery boy. The screen was so wobbly that I had to hold my breath for fear it would Page Ten THE TATTLER

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H. B. KURTZ Diamonds - Watches - Jewelry vengeance upon them in some horrible way for having allowed hint to he defiled. Sir Edward Worthington, aecompanied by his daughter, Vic-toiia, had hut a few days previous come to Kashmir on a mission for the English government. Sir Edward was a short, rather thick set man of fifty, who was always willing to he of service to someone. Ins mission for the British government was to quell some excitement which had arisen on account of some differences between the natives of Kashmir and some English people who lived there and who feared an uprising of the natives. Victoria was a beautiful girl of twenty summers, care free and pampered, in whom Sir Edward was completely wrapped up; perhaps partly by virtue of the fact that she had been motherless almost from infancy. Thus it happpened that when a rather ragged looking Hindu lad appeared at the home of Sir Edward, applying for a position as a servant, Sir Edward yielded to his daughter’s wish and employed the hoy, though he distrusted him. Mahmud had been employed in Sir Edward’s home for six months when the robbery occurred. He had proved himself a faitli-iul and obedient servant, so Sir Edward’s fears had been laid aside for the time being, at least. Sir Edward and Victoria were breakfasting when the news came to them of the robbery. John, their trusted butler, reported the theft to Sir Edward who became somewhat disturbed, fearing its effect on the superstitious natives, but Victoria urged him to let things take their own course. Mahmud, apparently, paid little or no attention to the butler’s news. Later in the day, however, Sir Edward’s fears were confirmed when the butler announced: “There is a dark gentleman in the hall sir, who says as ’ow ’e’d like to see you. 'E‘s very h’excited, sir.’’ It developed that the “dark gentleman’ was very angry. lie said that the whites were causing too much disturbance, and now the sacred jewels of their god had been stolen and the natives believed it was due to the presence of the white people, and, if the whites did not leave immediately, they would revolt. Sir Edward, a tvpical Englishman, loved excitement, but he feared for Victoria. It was very hot that evening, not at all conducive to sleep. Victoria, instead of retiring immediately, remained on the veranda which adjoined her room. The very air seemed laden with some vague, incomprehensible mystery, but Victoria, conscious as she was ot the impending something, was not inclined to solve it, so she leaned back in her comfortable rocker and threw care to the winds. Suddenly she perceived crossing the terraced lawn, the figure of a small man who carried a bag over his shoulder. Rapidly but noise- Page Twelve THE TATTLER