Frankfort Pilgrim College - Pilgrim Yearbook (Frankfort, IN)

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Expression CERTIFICATE GRADUATE NAOMI HANNA Indiana UN EXPECTED A True Story Naonii Hanna. Early Friday inorning Mr. Freeland awoke with a start. He sat. up Hlltl then-he renieliibered. 'inough it was a beautiful niorning, 110110 of the S1111- Sl11116 of the day was reflected i11 old Mr. Freeland's countenance, for l1e re- inenibered. 'l'l1ere were others who reineinbered, too, who could not forget that last Wednesday night prayer Illtltlllllg i11 which there had lJUCll sonic talk of a sec- ond work of grace known as sanctitieation. It was then that Qoldj Mr. Free- la11d had beeoine agitated tl1at he had rapped O11 tl1e Hoor with his cane and Wllell an opportunity offered itself the elderly n1a11 had arisen' a11d had declared that l1e did 11ot need Zllly sucl1 new work of grace, that he would get sanctified at deatl1. You see, Mr. Freeland had lO1lg been a church nieinber. But it was HOWV Friday lnorning a11d the old gentlenian, who had always been lillOWl1 i11 the coininunity for l1is honesty a11d industry, arose early fo1' there was inueh l1e l1ad planned to acconiplish tl1at day. After a hearty breakfast he took l1is old straw hat a11d 021110 and started froin the house. Then he thought of his watch Ellld hurried back to get it. tliis steps were 1'en1arkably quick a11d sprightly for a nian of l1is age.j But the watch was probably i11 his Sunday coat pocket Zllld at the sight of his Sunday clothes he was again reminded of tl1e prayer 111eeti11g. Iinpulsively hc stamped his foot a11d rapped 011 the floor with his cane, but whe11 his little wife came to inquire the cause of the eonnnotion, l1e told her he was Ollly lOOklllg' for his watch. She f0l11lCl it for him and he departed. Mr. Freeland purchased a great many garden seeds at the variety store that, niorning, then hurried hoine to get thCDl planted. His garde11 was niost always the earliest Eilld the best i11 tOVVll. But wl1e11 he reached the garden ho found l1is 11eigl1bor, Mr, Vilessel, busily digging along the ditch at the edge of the garden. Mr. Freeland accosted him abruptly. Good I11OI'11l11,, Wessel. Whatfs all this? he demanded. Wal, said his neighbor, as he stopped his work and leaned o11 the handle of his spade, this is go1111a be a line fence. CContinued on page 763 l .-751 Q

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Expression DIPLOMA GRADUATE . 1-1- nw 4 40 LOUISE NICHOLS 5 YVE-st Virginia - GRADUATE EXPRESSION RECITAL P1'6SCl1iCCl by Miss Louise Nichols May 7. lnvoczitioii - ---- President Taylor A. Smile -Etc. 15. XVl1ito CH1'll21liOl1S.H Solo ----- Miss Fostcsi' Ilumor- A. Miss Minerva and William B. Eiicoui-agement Sli-ing Duet - - Two Girls A. Bible Reading . 6- B. IJlZ'lllOlOg'l.lC or Piaiio Solo - Mr. Slzuubnilglz . Good-bye - Beuediction Mrs. 'I'z1ylox'

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Undergraduates Wanda Faye lievell Roland Clark Martha Jane Vllhelan Ruth Rounds Grace Lamb UNEXPECTED tContinued from page 75.5 And then Mr. Freeland saw the pile of 11ew posts. VVould the intended fence infringe upon the territory of his garden? Looka here, Wesself' he ejaculated, you needn't think you're gonna have a strip of my garden on your side,-my garden ground that's the best in the country. A eontemptible seowl appeared on Mr. Wessel's face and his beady eyes fastened themselves appraising-ly upon the old man. Long had these two men been neighbors, long had their gardens adjoined, but each year Mr. Freeland's garden had been the better. Fm not wanting none of your old ground, taunted Vilessel. I'm just takin' what belongs to me I'd have you know. Well, yelled Mr. Freeland, you're not even an honest man, you- you know that's my ground. By the aid of his cane the old man advanced menacingly toward his neighbor. He was furious. He kicked at one of the new posts, kicked it past the post holes and almost to the edge of the ditch. But Wessel was enjoying his neighbor's rage. He only laughed and spat eontemptuously in the 0th61',S direction. At this, old Mr. Freeland's fury knew no bounds. He shook his cane in the other man's face and made ready to strike him. But Mr. VVessel saw his chance. Quickly and eunningly he shoved the old man who fell backwards over the posts and into the ditch. Mr. Wessel walked nearer the edge of the ditch. But his mocking laugh was changed to a gasp of horror. Old Mr. Freeland lay in the bottom of the ditch, his fists clenched and his neck broken. He had found no time to get sanctified at death. .-76...