Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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LEVI W. MENGEI.. Director of Museum and Art Gallery Reading School District ' 4

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Wyoming and 1 Bessie M. DEETER CHAPTER 1 IT WAS MIDNIGHT. Fritzo, German police dog, crept from his kennel, crept stealthily along through the blinding snow, gaining a sure position under his mistress' window. There he sat, keeping a long vigil through the night, growling low at the soft shadows dancing over the white expanse. Dawn Z--Fritzo was gone-to the white, frozen Bad Lands, to Crow Creek, to the Mountains, who knows? Dawn! yes, dawn, but only in name. The snow fell light and thick, gain- ing time on the sun. At 10 o'clock the sun tried to appear, but what could appear in such a storm? A storm shutting from view all signs of life or nature-and who knows?-shutting under its wing all signs of crime and suffering. The wi11d blew, tossing the ice-covered branches of pine, blowing into drifts the fast falling snow, only to re-scatter it and blow it into larger drifts. In this hail, snow and driving wind, night settled about 3 p. m. Dawn! Another day! The storm had ceased as suddenly as it had started and the sun ruled the skies once more. Everywhere, east, west, north, south-snow-trees breaking with their burden, corrals shaping into snow houses, stables looking like icebergs and Mr. Weathercock covered from view. Certainly a fitting scene for Whittier's Snowbound. Lucy, Lucy! where in the land sakes is that child, that poor child? Something dreadful must have happened. I feel it in my bones. They all ache so bad. The weather and Lucy were affecting Mrs. Dumph. After hunting all over the house without finding Lucy, and after the confinement during the storm, it was certainly hard on her bones. Clip-clop, clip-clop, the sound of horses' hoofs sounded outside as they struck the snow. Immediately after, thump-thump, at the door. Mrs. Dumph ran hurriedly to the door, expecting, probably, to see Lucy, but-- Morning! Is Colonel Connely at home? I have some very 'erf-import- ant business-hum. I am sorry to disturb him, but it's got to be. Sheriff Conway seemed rather disturbed and turning to his associates conyersed with them in whispers. Mrs. Dumph's mouth dropped wide open. The sheriff for Colonel Con- nely on important business! Hurriedly she entered the lounging room and touched a button. Colonel Connely came slowly down the steps and entered the hall. He was a man of about 60 years, proudly owning a thick crop of white hair. A person with any insight, at his first glance, could read the Colonel's sweet temperament in his face. Conway, how do you do? This is an unexpected pleasure on such a morning. Come in and have something warm. You must be cold, yes, frozen, coming through such banks of snow. Colonel Connely seemed in high spir- its and even light-hearted this morning. H-m-a- I am sorry, Colonel, but-ah-you see I am afraid this ain't a friendly visit. I have some news, but I want more and I think you can give me what I want, replied the sheriff, looking Connely steadily in the eye. I am sorry I am not honored with a friendly visit, and I will most as- suredly give you any information I am capable of. The Colonel spoke slowly and the smile vanished from his face. I hope the news is not un- pleasantf' , It's this way, Connelyf, the sheriff was now plainly excited, on the night of the fifth, that was the tirst night of the storm, Pete Sted was found dead, killed with his own knife just outside of Clark, along Crow Creek. He was 6