Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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ALICE WOLF E Isn't it too bad there wasn't a moon in Alice in Wonderlalld? Alice likes moonlight walks so well. A l GLADYS V. YODER K. K. doesn't always stand for Klu Klux-not for Gladys at least. LILLIE A. WITMAN Lillie is very fond of music. In fact she's so fond of it she may join an orchestra. She may become a Hliddlerf' G. ANNA YEAGER Anna likes baked delicacies so well. Maybe memories return when she eats them. NAOMI M. YONSON Naomi is always listening to Andersezfs fairy tales. Z6

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FLORENCE TRUIVIBORE Florence, though rather old, loves to liead fairy tales. Her favorite is Jack the Glant Killer. MAY C. TRUMP Several years from now will see May estab- lished in the business of dealing with cars of all sorts. VVhy, even now she likes N. Y. Carrs. ELIZABETH W. WEIGI-ITMAN Maryland, my Maryland. This is Libby's song in spring. HAIDEE WILSON There must be something mysterious in Moon- light XValks. Everybody likes to take them. Ask Haidee. She takes enough of them to be able to explain what it is. MABEL A. WILSON Behold the prominent giggler of the class. A young lady besieged with many admirers. - 2 5 ' '

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WYOMING AND --, Continued was-was carrying more than his share, as were the trees. He stepped slowly but surely, stooping for the long low branches, zigzagging his way up the hill He was near the top and as though he scented shelter, he hurried his lagging steps. A girl sat astride the horse using her utmost strength in holding a man to the saddle Often she called the horse to rest, but while resting she kept a continual watch from the rear as though she feared pursuit. After a few minutes of rest, she called to the horse to proceed. Nearing the top of the mountain they reached a small stream trickling down over the rocks and winding down to the opposite side of the mountain. Into this stream she urged the thoroughbred and, following the stream for twenty minutes. came to a sharp turn. A tenderfoot would have stood and gasped-where did the stream flow to?-for there it seemed to disappear. But the native of the woods pushed back a large bush and swept through out of sight. The under- ground course had worn, during the decades, a passage large enough for a horse to passthrough. The horse tramped steadily on as though the course was not a new one to him. Coming to a small opening in the rocks, the girl turned her horse off and entered a cave cut from solid rock. At the entrance it was barely wide enough for a horse to pass. A hundred yards on, the cave gradually widened until at the end of half a mile, it was twenty feet wide. Oddly enough, the temperature in the cave was almost normal, in contrast to the zero weather in the open. The man moved in the saddle, shivered and nearly fell. She tried her best to hold him but he was gradually sliding off. She let him down easily, laid him on a blanket and, tying one end to it and one end to the saddle, dragged him along very slowly. This means of travel did not seem to harm him, for the floor of the cave was almost as smooth as a wooden floor. By these means she moved him along for almost a half a mile when she came to what seemed the end of the cave. Two massive rocks barred further travel. They reached up to the top and to both sides, fitting tightly together at their joining. Running quickly to the side, in the corner, she lifted a slab of stone a half inch in thickness and broad enough to enable a man and horse to pass. An incline reached down to a fioor beneath. After man and horse were through, she carefully closed the opening. What she had just entered was a large cave room. A bed of boughs with blankets was in the far corner, besides a cook stove and stock of provisions, a coal-oil light, some clothing, several chairs, and in the far end a stall with plenty of straw. ' . Gently she laid the man on the bed and, heating some water, dressed his wounds. She covered him with blankets and standing up, she gazed long at him, his long, muscular body, black wavy hair, straight Roman nose, well chiseled lips and firm, resolute chin. His skin was dark, probably from the sun, and, as she remembered, his eyes were black. Yes, he was worth this troubieg he was worth saving. A man with those features could not be a criminal. There seemed to be no opening to the cave but at on-3 end there were rauntles brushes. Walkiiig to these, she pushed back a small portion and disclosd a boulder in the opening, giving her but enough room to pass. She crawled out and peered over the boulder, long and motionless. Silently she came back, her blue eyes sparkling and her cheeks filled with color. She pushed back a strand of her light curly hair. She was concealed where they would not find her. She lighted the stove, put some herbs into the boiling water, and made a dressing for his wound. With steady hand and gentle touch she applied the herbs to the wound. It was a fight for life or death. CHAPTER III Night settled over the mountain. A girl stole from her retreat and crept steadily along, reaching a small blotch of ice. Taking a stone she cracked an opening large enough to enter a dipper. She filled her bucket and stole quietly back to the brush, pushed it aside and disappeared. A man stirred on his bough bed and opened his eyes. Gazing wonderingly about him, his eyes rested on the crouching form of a girl writing a letter. She fastened it to the dog and let him out at the opening. 27