Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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20 THE HANOVERIAN the theatre with him. The days she did not meet him she saw him in the Window of the restaurant. The swindler's son, she would say sneeringly. I bet more than one poor soul has been cheated in that restaurant. But as days passed Evelyn found herself looking forward to meeting Jack and wondering whether or not she was doing the right thing by trying to revenge the Warrens. In the end she would always grit her teeth and swear to get even. A few days before Evelyn Was to return to her country home she donned a blue sport suit of her friends and after receiving Annafs compliment, that she looked stunning, started out for the city. That afternoon when she came out of the theatre with Jack he offered to see her home but as usual she told him her car was around the corner. Guess I'll ride down with you, may I? Jack asked. I go down your way, you know. They had just turned the corner and were standing in front of a blue roadster. Evelyn turned quickly. She had a bright idea. I'll take him home and then return the car, she said to herself. Then to Jack, I shall be glad to have you, and she opened the door of the car and slid in behind the steering wheel. They had not gone far when Evelyn heard a motorcycle coming at full speed behind them. As she turned she heard the chugging of the motor. Yes, the cop was following them. What should she do? She would be charged with stealing a car and Jack Warrens would know all about it. Should she tell Jack? Could he straighten things out? She was surprised that it made her feel more at ease to think Jack was with her. She felt like a beaten dog but managed to blurt out, Oh Jack, this isn't my car. What shall I do? I did mean to return it after I took you home. Quick, quick Jack, what shall I do ? Not your car ? Jack exclaimed. Well, I guess we better stop right here. It will go hard with us if we don't. Evelyn brought the car to a sudden stop. The cop was close behind them, but to Evelyn's surprise he Whizzed by them and up the street. She turned to Jack. Why Jack, he-he didn't stop and say anything to me, she said nervously.

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THE HANOVERIAN 19 While Jack was clattering dishes in the kitchen of the rest- aurant, at the other end of the city, a taxi drew up to the curb and the girl of his thoughts alighted from the cab, paid the driverg glanced up at the beautiful mansion that stood before her. I wish it really were ours, she sighed. I think I could play the game better if it were, but I'll do the best I can anyway. She was greeted at the door by a richly gowned young woman about her own age. Did you have a pleasant time, my dear ? she asked Evelyn as she entered the magnificent living room. Oh, I had a good time, Anna, but-look at your lovely skirt you so kindly loaned me! Between sobs she told her about the horrid pup and of her meeting with Jack Warrens. Little did I think that my visit with you would give me a chance to get even with the Warrens, she said bitterly. I'll pay them back but how can I ever pay you for the damage I have done to your skirt ? N ever mind about that, dear. I've plenty others, she con- soled, but tell me about the Warrens and your Uncle. I don't believe I ever heard about it. S0 they sat on the davenport and Evelyn related the story. It all began like this, she began. We were living in the little town of Hampford. Horses were Dad's favorite hobby and whenever he thought he could make a good buy he would. About a year ago Mr. Tom Warrens came to town, became acquainted with Dad and tricked him into buying Nancy, which he claimed was a famous race horse. She proved to be worth little. Poor Dad lost a great deal of money through this trade but he was never quick to revenge and did nothing about it, so I'm going to take it into my own hands. Evelyn threw her head back defiantly and continued. They aren't rich, neither am I, but I'm going to make them think I am. Jack Warrens has asked me to go to a show with him to-morrow and I'm going. I'll make him believe I think the world of him, and then break our glorious friendship, she said sarcastically. Tears of anger sprang to her eyes but she quickly brushed them away and tried to smile. May I take that lavender crepe of yours, tomorrow, Anna ? You certainly may, but look out for the collie pups , her friend twinkled. Each day for a week Evelyn went to the city. She had be- come well acquainted with Jack and would meet him and go to

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THE HANOVERIAN 21 And I should like to know why he should, Jack replied smilingly. I guess I have a right to be in my own car. Your car ? gasped Evelyn. Of course it's my car, now tell me what the mystery is. Oh, I might have known I couldn't beat a Warren, she sobbed, and told her story from beginning to end. You don't mean Tom Warrens, the horse trader, Evelyn? he asked when she had finished. Yes , she assured him, Tom Warrens, the horse trader. Why Evelyn, he died three months ago. My father's name is Tom too, but he wasn't any relation. Evelyn dried her tears. Oh I'm so glad, Jack, she cried and then as he took the wheel, started the engine and the car glided along. Where are we going, Jack ? To meet the real Tom Warrens, he laughed, and the little blue roadster shot down the street carrying two of the happiest people on earth. Eva Shurtleff, '27, THE WILD FREE BIRD A cold, gray storm swept over the sea, And dashed its spiteful spray on me- The Wild, free bird. I laughed in the teeth of the angry Wind, I skipped o'er the ragged Wave's crest., That storm freed me, the maid who sinned, Who drowning, at last found rest. The deep, dark clouds came up at night, And snatched away every vestage of light From me, abandoned maid. Oh God! It was a morbid night! - The dank winds blew on my faceg I jumped from the wharf 3 I hid from the lightf- Of me, was found never a trace. The dark, swirling waters sucked me ing They purged my soulg they drank my sin 3 Made me a Wild, free bird. Katherine Townsend, '27.