John Adams High School - Clipper Yearbook (Ozone Park, NY)

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think. During the day he would dream. As time progressed, strange thoughts warped by impatience raced through his brain. One morning before anything had stirred Chris, giving up Cthe return of MacDavidJ started off tor Don Carlton. Riding all the way at an impatient gallop the lad reached his destination on the eve of the fourth night. The castle gates were well guarded and after being refused entrance, Chris proceeded to climb the mossy walls. Climbing the rough cut ramparts took most oi the lad's endurance. As the lad slowly slipped over the top of the wall a strong pair of arms seized h-im. The struggle was brief and the next thing the lad remembered was the cold crawling dungeon in the depths of the castle. Lockston's hate tor Sir Doug- las's father was renewed when he saw his image in his only son. After let- ting Chris lie in the slimy darkness for three days, he decided he would personally behead him. The day was set and Lockston came every evening to torment the boy. Cold and bleak the rain tell upon Chris as he stag- gered to the block. As the lamb was prepared for the slaughter, Lockston grasped the handle of the broad- sword. The bejeweled saber was a relic that had been passed down from father to son for ages. Was this the fate for which it had so ironically been saved? As the devil walked toward the heir of Don Carlton, his face was twisted in a devilish grin. Suddenly a blinding bolt from the blue crashed to the earth with a roar that ran into the hereafter. When all could see again Lockston lay motion- less on the ground, the tiendish grin still twisted on his lips Beside him lay the bejeweled sword, white hot. Paul MacDavid had already been be- fore the House of Lordis and the whole Lockston clan were imprisoned. Sir Douglas returned to Combrae and the people he loved. The rest of his years were spent sailing the seas. The only relic ot his Lordship was the sword which he prized till his death. This laddy is why I take the sword you see here besides me Cwhenever I ily my tighter bomber into battlel for you see Sir Douglas was my great grand- father. My full name is Douglas Paul Farland, Flight Lieutenant, Royal Scot- tish Air Force. A fitfzz! young fiber zmmed Firbevi' Once jisfaed for rome 1516 in 4 jirrzzre Till ll jifb with 4 grin Pulled the jirbernmzz in Nou' !l9'ey'1'e filling the jirsure for Pislver. 13 HUGO GRUARIN

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and not a seafaring man Chris could easily tell. Bewildered, Chris walked toward the odd figure silhouetted in the lamp light. As Chris drew nearer he saw the kindly wrinkled face look- ing at him with admiration. Reclining at the table next to him, the man beckoned to Chris to sit beside him, Chris did so. Slowly, as if each word were an effort, the man spoke. l am Paul MacDavid your father's stable master. Pausing for breath he con- tinued. l have searched Scotland for you. Then slowly, extending his arm as to touch the lad's hand, he said. You are Sir Douglas Farland, heir to Don Carlton. When Chris heard this his eyes opened wide and his jaw sank. Startled he exclaimed, What is the reason that leads you to believe l am Sir Douglas. Laddy, the old stablemaster continued with a sympa- thetic note, lt is a long cruel story, lend me an ear while l still have a spark in me and l'll tell you what l know. Twelve years ago your father died of the plague. His half-brother Bruce Lockston took good advantage of your mother once he had not to contend with Sir Douglas. He was a scoundrel and your father knew it but, he was gone. During the following year Lockston slowly seized promi- nence in the castle. He saw his chance to work a plot one day when he had finally won your mother's confidence. Using Sir Clayton's yacht 'Lock Kerne', he pretended to take you fishing. The old man gasped, And that laddy, is how you were found in the North Channel. Anger then began to flush the lad's cheeks. Go on, go on! he snapped. The rest of the story is the climax laddy, so try and put yourself at rest for the worst is to come. The shock of your father's passing away, and your death made Lady Farland, your mother, very sick laddy, evil Lockston saw his plan well pro- gressed. Soon after he turned l and all the other faithful servants' away to seek our fortunes elsewhere. The years that followed were blackened by the tyranny of Lockston. By chance one day as I wandered about the coast l met Robert Darnell, the mate of 'Lock Kerne'. He was the only surviving member of the crew, the rest had, well, had disappeared for what they saw could never be disclosed, Dar- nell, a Christian man, saved your life that night you were to be drowned. He had substituted a block ot wood for weight and in the blackness you floated away unnoticed. When l heard this l knew that you could have Don Carlton. Somehow, I sensed you were alive and set out in search of you. My search ended when an old light- house keeper repeated the story of Ben Lenserids boy a few weeks ago. Now laddy, it is up to you to regain your reign from Lockston. Chris slowly caught at the full meaning of what the old man had just said. He started to rise but the old squire stopped him. Fury lit his eye, blood flushed his cheek and cold sweat rolled from his brow No laddy, l know what you are thinking for you are the reflection of Sir Douglas. You could never win your place by your own hand alone. l am sure l can get evidence now so l plead with you not to do anything rash ,till l return. God- speed Sir Douglas, With this the frail figure disappeared into the darkness. Chris, still dazed, sat there staring at the flickering lamp light, the words still whirling in his head. Days passed slowly and Chris' impatience grew. Even the fishermen that came each night could spy a far-distant cold look in the boy's eye. Ben approached the boy several times but he could not even get more than a word or two from him. Restlessness seized him at nights. He would lay awake and 12

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74 2aeemSe I long to hear her footsteps pailtling softly o'er the floor, To hear her joyous barking as she greets nze at the floor, To feel her tugging on the leash, to hear her frienclly whine, To eurl up close besiele her, to know that she is nzine. I long to stroke her silken head, to watch her large brown eyes, They were so soft ana' alreanzy, so wistful, yet so wise. I want to brush her wavy coat, to feel hier long sharp claws, To see her stretched before nie with her head between her paws, I want her there to talk to whenever I feel blue, To see her sit up begging the way she used to clo. I always likeal to watch her while she ran through yield anal wood When I spoke shea stop and listen as if she untlerstootl. Anal now, when I eonze horne at night, the house is always still, I think, Perhaps I'll hear her, but I know I never will. The things she haul are useless now, her tlish, her leash, her heel, All I have left are rnenzories-rny clog is aleatl. I f I shoulel speak rny thoughts now, I'rn sure she'tl hear ine say: I wish I hail not been so nzean to her the other elay. I wish I'af been a little kinder as her :lays clrew to an encl, For I've lost more than just a 610g-1,116 lost rny clearest friend. IEAN sTocK12R .lovely .Jada Turning arountl I wateheal her go U7here ll she go? I wantetl to know. She was so .pretty while she stayed She set nzy heart aglow, But look she's gone already Gosh, and I just learneel to lone her so. Now alo not fret, alear child ofrnine, I tell you-she cornes every year. Yes, she'll bring back thie bircls and the flowers, sunshine ant! rain To lighten your heart of it's burclens. Look close before you nziss her For here eornes S ,bring again! SOPHIE BELIAKO Il