Daniel McIntyre Collegiate Institute - Breezes Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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D. M. C. I. BREEZES 65 his young muscles in a vice. His heart beat fast and his throat hard¬ ened. The wind whistled fearfully. As the brilliant rays that shone from the powerful flashlight blind¬ ed the criminal, he saw nothing but a gun dazzling in the beams; and he turned about as a small rotating hand directed. There was a tran¬ sient light again. “March,” cried the lad in a voice like that of his good, brave brother; but the man remained stolid. “March!” repeated the expectant yet doubtful youth, jabbing the man’s back with the gun. Bull responded this time and walked past the house to the highway. The wind lessened and so did Evan’s strength. Since the storm had subsided to a considerable extent, a horse not far away in the blurring darkness, now slowly and mechanically picked its way along the highway. It was drawing a buggy in which were Sally and Arnold. These occupants apparently were paying no attention to what Arnold had often before styled a “handy” animal. Sally was the first to notice the peculiar movements some distance ahead of them. “What’s that, Arnold?” she said wonderingly. Evan’s brother looked. He sprang lightly from the buggy, and leaving Sally in charge, ran down the road to secure a better view. “Can it be Buffon?” he said to himself. A few seconds later he re¬ ceived his life’s greatest surprise; Evan was steering Buffon with a gun and flashlight. By this time the young warrior, weakened by fear, was rapidly be¬ coming helpless, and when a small whirlwind struck him, he toppled into the road-ditch, and thumped on the ground. As the lightning flamed again, Buffon saw the limped body collapse, and cursed himself that his plans should have been so trifled with by a youngster. Now this self-killed person would tell, and the plans would fail! Yet, there was a way out of it, he would throw the body into the river; then again, thought he, the water pools would be more convenient, for they would save time. If the boy drowned, people would believe he fell there; if he lived, well, he would take that chance. Then with shaking hands the criminal laid the lad in a pool, imag¬ ining the rumbling thunder of the past storm to he voices railing against him ; and he climbed upon the road and made to run. “Halt! you coward!” It was Arnold’s voice this time, and Buffon knew it well, for he fell on his knees on the highway, his hands up- stretched and his face turned to the heavens that flashed in the dis¬ tance ; and he moaned prayers. The wind now ran in caressing currents. Evan had had a good night’s sleep, considering what he had passed through. He was now comfortably seated in a luxurious Chesterfield reading the “Battle of Waterloo.” His handsome brother had just come in the ear from town, where he had been all night on account of Buffon; and as he entered the room he had an envy of Evan’s comfort, hut it did not deter him from praising his child brother. “Well, old fellow,” he began, and continued enthusiastically, “you are the bravest of chums! You have saved me financially as well as

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D.M. C.I. BREEZES 67 socially. The destruction of all those fine buildings would have ruined me for years to come. Again, I say, you are the bravest of chums, and when you can take over a farm, and that will not be many years hence, I shall see you have one free !” “You are only talking silly; what has become of Bull? “Oh, he’ll not bother you for a while, but never mind that,” replied the brother. “Listen to this; Sally here,” (for Sally was supposed to be Evan’s nurse just now) “is to be your mother.” That news was old, his brother had kept telling him that for the last two years; but on seeing the beautiful girl nodding affirmatively he knew it was going to be true. “Gee! That’s great!” he exclaimed, and then added wisely, “’course you mean ;ny sister!” “Right!” acquiesced Arnold. —0. E. Hawkins. STUDENT’S SOLILOQUY To work or not to work, that is the question, Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The threats and insults of outrageous teachers, Or to take arms against that host of tyrants And by opposing end them? To sleep, to snore, Not yawn; and by a sleep we say to end The backache and the thousand natural shocks Pupils are heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished; to rest—to sleep. To snore, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub, For in that peaceful sleep what dreams may come, For snores do draw so much attention! Must give us pause; there’s the respect That makes calamity of school life. For who would bear the aches and pains of toil, The oppressor’s wrong, the senior’s insolence, Our visits to the office, the principal’s haste, The teacher’s curiosity, and the marks That patient merit of the dumbell takes, When we ourselves might rights obtain With a bare bodkin? Who would homework bear, To groan and sweat under this weary work, But that the dread of something after four, That small black book from which no name Is ever scratched, without some penalty, Makes us rather do this work we have Than add ten pages that we know not of, Thus laziness doth make cowards of us all, And thus our New Year’s resolution Is forgotten, Latin’s untranslated, And the contents of French and Hist’ry books Are here neglected. Alas! discov’r’d; We learn the name of action! —D.W., 22.