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who was also at college, spent his vacation at home and together they passed many pleasant hours in walking, boating, dancing and other forms of sport.
Just after going back to college to enter upon her Junior year she received a sad little note from Tim, saying that his grandfather had died. Maybell had not even known that he was ill. so the news of his death was a great shock. A little later came another letter, saying that Tim had left college and had enlisted in the army, and was preparing to go overseas. Up to this time Maybell had not given the war, which '.ad been going on for some time, a thought. This was due to the fact that her father had not talked of it and Tim’s letters had said little except to tell her when some one she knew had gone over. Now Tim himself was going and she shivered to think of it.
From time to time she received letters from him. telling her of the life he was leading. These letters were always interesting, but after Tim had sailed for France they became fewer. From the letters she did receive she learned that Tim was rapidly advancing and the last letter had said that he had been made a first lieutenant. Then she had heard nothing for some time. She wrote to him, however, and had sent him a commencement announcement and a ticket. She sent it because she knew it would please and cheer him. As she addressed it she smiled to think how one time, when they had been talking of the time when they would graduate, he had teas-ingly asked her if she wanted a golden crown for the great event, and she had laughingly told him that a chocolate-pot would do, providing it was nice.
She was suddenly aroused from her dream by the fact that it was growing ;lark. Then she remembered the note in ner hand and reread it. It ran: “Daugh-er, very sorry, but I will not be able to :ome for the exercises. I have been detained by business. Do your best. John Keifer.” She sensed a tightening feeling in her throat annd she could hardly keep from crying again.
Mechanically she began to get ready for the evening. Time was flying and "he must get to the study hall in time for the march to the auditorium. Just
as she was about to leave the room a knock summoned her to the door and a maid handed her a large square box marked, “Handle With Care." She did not have time to open it, so she placed it upon her writing table to be opened later.
Upon reaching the study hall she found all but a few of the people there before her. From then on the evening passed like a dream. She gave her address as one in a trance and when a large bunch of flowers was handed to her she took them, expecting to see them disappear at any moment; but these were soon followed by a second and third bunch.
At last the diplomas were given, and as she received hers Maybell realized that her college days were almost over.
After the exercises Maybell spent a few minutes talking to some of hei friends, then she fled to her room. She wanted to be alone and to cry. As she entered the door she remembered the box, and, going over, she started to open it. It was securely done up and filled with excelsior. Wonderingly, she drew forth a beautiful white china cholocate-pot, artistically decorated with dainty pink flowers. This was followed by 12 small cups and saucers to match. Looking inside the chocolate-pot, she found a card with the name, “Tim Pine.” inscribed upon it. She could have been no more amazed to have seen the entire set take wings and fly than she was to see the name of the sender. How and from where had the gift come? A knock came to the door and upon opening it she was told that some one wanted to see her in the office.
Making her way downstairs, she entered the office, and there sat her father and beside him Tim Pine, ready to testify to the reality of it all.
“O Daddy, O Tim,” was all she could say, and then when she had gotten her breath: “Daddy, how did you get here, and where did you come from Tim?”
“One question at a time, please,” said her father. “To begin with, after I had sent you word that I could not get here I found that my business engagement would not take as long as I had expected. and that I would have time to
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Margaret M. Bray, ’20
A glorious June sun was casting its bright rays into the room where May-hell Keifer stood, flooded it with radiant light. But all its beauty was lost upon Maybell. Her sight was blurred by tears and her throat felt swollen. In her hand she held a short note written by her father. As she read it again her memory started to drift from one picture of her father, as she knew him. to another and then another. It drifted back to the time when as a little girl she first remembered him as he came up the path from his business, and how her mother used to greet him at the door. How later they three would eat dinner together and then she and her mother would be left alone, her father going to his private room to work on some books he had brought home with him. Thus it had always been.
When her mother died she was 12 years old. From then on life had been lonelier than ever. Her father, stricken by grief over her mother’s death, spent more and more time in his room until at last she saw him only at the evening meal.
One day, upon coming home from school, she found that the house next door which had stood idle for some time was open and showed signs of life. The next day people moved into it. The fact that there was some one living near them seemed to lighten Maybell’s lonely feelings just a little.
The next week a new boy entered her class at school, and some time later she discovered that the boy lived in the house next to her own. As time went on they became friends. The boy’s name was Tim and he lived with his grandfather, Mr. Pine. His parents had died of a fever when he was quite young. He had traveled much with his grandfather and could tell about the things he had seen. Maybell listened with pleasure to the accounts of his travels.
One afternoon she met his grandfather and found him to be a nice old gentleman who had a pleasant smile, and who could tell stories even more interesting than Tim’s. In this way a
friendship sprung up which became stronger as time went on.
When Maybell was 18 she graduated from High School, standing high in her class, but not quite first, for Tim had held that place of honor. Her father had not come to witness the exercises, but had sent her a large bunch of roses. These, with Mr. Pine’s flowers, seemed dearest to her of all the flowers she received that evening. She had felt a pang of pain because her father had not been there, but then he never went anywhere, so why should she expect him to come.
About a month later she was much surprised to hear her father say: “Daughter,” that is what he always called her, “it was your mother’s wish that you should one day go to college, so you had better get ready.” That had ended the affair except that her father had made arrangements for her to enter FairView College, and had taken her there when the term opened.
Life here was very new and strange. If it had not been for the letters she received from Mr. Pine and Tim she would have started for home many times. These letters seemed to reach her at the time when she felt most blue.
As time went on and the strangeness wore off she found this new life not so bad. after all. The girls were nice and so also were the teachers. Because she knew no other way, she studied hard and soon stood first in her class. This position she held throughout her four years.
She heard little of her father except the brief notes which accompanied her check, stating that he was well and very busy. And that he hoped she was well and happy. These notes she used to read sometimes two and three times in the hope that she had overlooked some word of love and the fact that he was lonely without her, but she never found it.
Her holidays and vacation she spent at home and although she saw no more of her father than in former years, she enjoyed these days spent at home. Tim.
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buy you a few flowers and a little present and catch a train here.” With this he handed her a little box which contained a beautiful gold watch on a bracelet and set with tiny diamond chips.
“As for Tim being here,” he went on, “I met him on the train. He told me that he was coming here, so we came together. How he happened to be coming, you will have to ask him.”
Tim explained that he had been severely wounded and was unable to write, so that was why Maybell had not heard from him. He had received her letters, however, and had gotten the announcement the day before he was sent home. His ship had landed two days ago, but he had not sent her word because he wanted to surprise her. Her father and he reached there just in time for the exercises.
Tim’s wounds had been so severe that he was no longer able to light, but had been sent home to help train men for service. He was on a few hours’ leave and must go back to camp that night. Mr. Keifer said that he would go with him. As she watched them go, Maybell thought how but a few hours before she had been so sad and then in the twinkle of an eye all had been changed to happiness and joy. What a wonderful day this last day at college had been !
That night, when she again looked upon the chocolate set, she smiled as she thought of the soldier boy who had sent it. It is needless to say that the chocolate set one day found its way to a table owned by Maybell and Tim in their home next door to her father’s.
An Unknown ffirrn
Anna E. Long, ’19.
The stars were shining brightly overhead and it was slowly approaching that hour when ghosts begin their nightly lours, that a young man could be seen going down the street of a rather prosperous town, known as Downingtown. This young gentleman was a huskylooking chap, about five feet four inches tall and weighing about one hundred and fifteen pounds. He was a member of the football team of Downingtown High School. This young athlete was very-much envied by the opposite sex, as he had an abundance of those ornaments which most of the girls had to go to a hair dressing establishment and buy, in order to add a few touches to their personal appearance—curls, beautiful brown curls He was well liked both by the boys and girls as he was renowned for his brilliancy and ability to entertain, bur was continually having the wrath of the teachers let down on his curly head on account of these virtues.
He was going quietly along when from out of the darkness in one direction came a trolley car, dashing along at a fairly high speed, on its wayr to West Chester. Just at this moment a large touring car was seen coming from the opposite direction. As it approached
the Baptist Church it started across the car track, where—just as it was on the track—the engine stalled. Two young men jumped out of the machine and commenced with frantic efforts to push it off, as the street car was rapidly approaching and the motorman did not seem to see the car just a short distance in front of it. The boys, expecting every minute to have the trolley crash into the automobile, tried unsuccessfully to push the car out of its perilous position and to start the engine. So busy were they in trying to move the car that they had entirely forgotten the two fair damsels who were in it. Their shrieks could be heard for quite a distance, and from all appearances seemed paralyzed, they were so badly frightened. Our hero, seeing the fruitless efforts of the boys who had just about given up hope, and also seeing that the motorman did not intend to stop the trolley altogether (although he had slowed down somewhat), rushed to the rescue. The young men were still trying to push the car to safety, but it did not seem to want to move. The trolley was now within 10 yards of the supposedly doomed car when our hero arrived on the scene. The first thing he did was
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