Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 17 Night after night he sat there with an automatic revolver for his only companion and watched the shadow of his nocturnal visitor glide across the wall. And continually he could reas- on it out only as a malicious trick. Finally the inevitable discovery was made, but not until a special detective 'had been sent at Carl's request. The house, upon the death of Sir lYilliam had been completely closed up, even to the extent of shutting the blinds all around. XVhile Carl was waiting in the li- brary for the detective to arrive, his old friend the knight, suddenly appear- ed, moved halfway across the wall, and stopped. Carl with pistol in hand, rose and walked slowly to where the shadow had stopped. Upon finding nothing to obstruct its passage on the wall, he turned to go back to his chair. As he did so, he saw clearly the lights of the detective's car shining through the design on the blind which he had neglected to open. ln keeping with the architecture of the remainder of the building, the blinds of the library had been decorat- ed by the in-cut silhouette of a knight in armor. The mansion was so situ- ated that only one window of the li- brary faced the road a few hundred feet away, and whenever a car passed, the lights showed through the blind on the wall opposite. So the mystery of The Knight in the Library was solved, and the new owner of Harrington Manor was let to believe that the other strange tales were of similar origin. David Dart ONLY TQPSY The rain beat down heavily upon the hard pavements. The night was dark. The tall, shabby tenement houses were saggy and dreary-look- ing. The people, wet and cold, were 'hurrying about in the rain, the picture of weariness. Puddles of dirty water ran here and there along the edge of the sidewalk. janet was curled upon a pile of soft cushions, reading. Her mother had stepped across the street to return a horrowed article to Mrs. Browning. Janet had just reached a thrilling point in the sto-ry when-crash!-al thunder bolt boomedq and the street outside was illuminated sharply. Al moment later a second flash came. Janet stirred uneasily. The room became quiet again and she resumed her reading. XVhat was that? She listened. The faint rasp- ing sound came again. XYhat could it be? Ah! there it was again. A sudden flash of lightning tore the wires outside and plunged the room into darkness. janet's heart thumped and her breath came in gasps. Harkl That noise again. Oh, what was it? lXYhy couldn't her mother come home? She got over to the desk and groped for a candle, lit it, and started in the direction from which the noise came. ,Xhl It must be in the closet. She went over to the door and stood still before it-not daring to pull it open. Finally, summoning all her courage, she reached for the knob and opened the door. She held her breath, and forced her eyes to look inside the clos- CT. A deep sigh of relief escaped her, for, there upon the rug, was that mis- chievous bit of fluff, Topsy, The kitten looked up with much misery in her eyes, pleading for forgiveness. Corrine Flavell

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16 THE HANOVERIAN G-g-gee, but Tim kind of scared, aren't you? Oh, look there, yes, on the bank. Yessiree, it's a chest of mon- ey or 1,111 a goat, and I'll bet you dol- lars to doughnuts that that ruffian is the fellow that stole the money at the 1XVincheser Bank. There's another, burst in Ted, in a guarded tone. Oh, Ted, they're digging a holef' articulated Harry. They are putting the chest in it. They must have dug it before we came. Maybe we hard better run for help. Let's stay. P'raps we can get the reward if we End the moneyf, Now the men showed signs of de- parture. They gathered up their tools and started down the road toward the boys. They had been hiding behind a small pine tree. They had no chance to run and so decided that the only thing to do was to go around the other side and try not to be seen. This they did, and by chance avoided dis- covery. As soon as the men w'ere out of sight they ran towards the mill with youthful abandon. XYe'll dig it up and carry it home and win the rewardf, suggested Harry. So they set to work and amid many speculations and much hard work, they finally removed the coveted Treasure Chest, as they thought. Curiousity overcame Ted and he said, 'fLetls open it. It was padlocked, but this proved no obstruction for two ingenious boys. In a few minutes they had it open. Their disappointment and astonishment were unbounded when they perceived that the contents were carpenters, tools. They returned to their homes the next morning, terribly crestfallen. VVhen in the midst of their meal, Tedfs father casually mentioneqd that the old mill was going to be remodeled. Ted didn't say a word but he understood a lot. The boys found out later that their supposed thieves were carpenters and that they had heard the boys talk- ing, and had played a joke on the youthful detectives. Damon Stetson Tl Ili KNIGHT IN THE LIBRARY After Sir XYilliam Harrington diefd, he left his only property, a huge man- sion, known as Harrington Manor, to his grandson, Carl Harrington, the sole survivor of a famous family. Lord Harrington, while alive, was a curi- ous old gentleman, intimately known o-nly by a faithful old butler, XValte- mere by name, who with his master! occupied the Manor. The Manor was a fine example of Sir XYilliam,s old and rather odd ideas, for its architecture was as antique, al- most, as time would allow. It was finished almost entirely in the well- known Gothic style, excepting the li- brary, which was the most modern part of the whole building. So when at last, Carl did arrive to claim his estate, the tales told about the ol,d mansion were many and grue- some. The most popular story and the one with which we are most C011- cerned is about f'The Knight in the Libraryf, ' Every night sooner or later, the shadow of an old knight appeared in the library. Through all this careless talk, Carl strode boldly, believed it to be all non- sense, but upon his arrival at the dis- mal, silent place with its butler to match, he was not quite so sure of himself. But he set out bravely, how- ever, to acquaint himself with this nightly knight in the library.

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THE HANOVERILAN JUNIOR CLASS SOPHOMORE CLASS