Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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11. For about six months sue had been able to support herself on a small income from sewing and her savings from the former position. After this she had been forced from her room because she had not been able to pay the rent. She had found a small amount of work, barely enough to pay for that night’s lodging. Then the next morning, the very day that she had stumbled into Jon's room, she had started her fruitless search. At the end of the day, she had stumbled, weary and hungry, into the shelter of the little room. ,tT. fter hearing her story Jon was silent for a moment; then he said, 'hrs. Green, my landlady, ha3 a spare room which I can secure for very little, and I can sleep there on a few blankets. You can sleep here. ■Jhile I work $ou can stay here. But that would be having you do too much, I am afraid , said the girl whose name was Bess, No, I want you to ,stammered Jon. It could easily be seen that he was very much attracted to this charming girl. This plan worked very well, for as the days seed by the young cou- ple grew more and more madly in love. In the evening Jon would sit by the stove with dearest Bessie , as he came to call her, and idly play a few notes of his song. Gradually the song grew from a few lifeless notes to a beautiful,heart-throbbing strain of life with its joys and sorrows, One night as they were sitting by the stove, Jon asked Bess to mar- rt him ' But,Jon, how will we support ourselves if I marry you? she askea I have been supporting you for quite a while,dearest, and besides today I gave my song to a publisher to be copyrighted and presented to the public. It promises to be a success ,he says. Then my answer is 1 yes1,dearest Jon. As they applied for the license Jon suddenly asked, I forgot, but what is your name? Your last name? Elizabeth Conant.And yours? Johanne Gradlnni. At this point, Bess fainted. As soon as she recovered she explained to Jon that his father was dead and she had been searching for him. She had promised her future husband, Jon's father, in his delirium, that she would try to find his son, -and bring him back to his legacy. Jon's father had loft his only son a forture of fifty thousand dollars. . Here we leave Jon and Bess in hapoiness, and the last we learn of thorn is through a small , obscure item in a prominent New York newspa- per, wh i oh re ads ’• Hr. and Mrs. Johanne Gradinne and their t.vo chilrden have taken up residence in this city. Mr. Gradinni has a position with the Symphony orchestra. David Gates '43

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12 The Greatest Teacher Experience Charlie had just called and asked Katherine to go skating, but she had refused. She had a short story to write , besides having French and algebra lessons to do. Oh I If she only didn't have that old short story to write she could manage to get her French and algebra done in class. And then she happened to think that her mother wasn't home. V7hy couldn't she go? Her mother didn't know about the short story anyway. Yes, she would call Charlieback and tell him. He was glad to have her but he didn't think she should have left her short story. Katherine, do you think you should leave your short story ,like that? he asked. Of course ,Katherine answered rather thoughtfully, ilother didn't know about my short story, and I'll get my algebra and French done in class. I wrote my story a long time ago , Charlie said. They were already putting on their their skates; Katherine for a moment wondered if she should have heeded her impulse to call Charlie again, but then- Doesn't the ice look swell? Boy I And to think I al- most missed it ”, she called as they started skimming over the lake. At the supper table Katherine's mother asked her if she had any homework to do. Yes, some French and algebra Katherine answered, 'i'll do them in the morning , or after supper , she added as she looked at her mother's face. But isn't it nearly time for your short story to be done, Katherine? It seems as though they w ere always due three or four weeks after Christmas. John usually wrote his during Christmas vacation. John was Katherine's brother who had graduated the year before. Katherine thought a minute before answering, ’.Yhy yes, I guess they are due pretty soon. After supper Krs. Lane said, Jell, Katherine, since you have some French and algebra to do. I'll excuse you from the dishes to- night. Katherine gladly opened her books. First she wrote her French sentences; then she tackled her algebra problems. Perhaps she would get her short story almost done before she went to bed. But just as she was finishing her last problem, Charlie called to see if she could ,o r o the movies, and her mother told her that since she had finished her home work Ghat she might go. The next day at school Katherine saw everyone finishing :short stories. How she wished she had written hers instead of going to the movies and skating. She saw several completed stories already on the teacher's desk , with no names on them. She even thought how nice it would be if she might take one of them and say she had written it. The teacher would never be the wiser, for it seems that they didn't have to sign their names 'unless thay wanted to, but the teacher picked out the best stories for the school paper. That idea kept growing upon her. She 3at down in her seat to think it over. She could take one, and if the teacher asked for names she could put hers on it; if she did- n't ask for names she would just pass it in. She was thankful that all the. maners must be tyv . fh i covVdn't tell that it wasn't in