Junction City High School - Junco Ed Yearbook (Junction City, OR)

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awn. until Marjory reached him. Neither of them ever knew how he managed to scramble into the boat; but he succeeded some- how and sat down opposite Marjory, shivering from cold and exeltemxent. Marjory was the first to find her voice, but all she sald was llO-h ! ' Then out over the water rang her merry laugh- ter. - llI donlt. see, what is funny? said young Preston somewhat annoyed. It might be pleasant enough to be picked out of the water by a pretty girl, but it was not so pleasant to have her laugh at him. i He assured her that it wasn,t his place to be angry at anyone Who had saved him frOm drowning. She put a stop to his thank- ing her, by saying that they hadibetter get back to camp before he took cold. In a few minutes she had rowed to the camp and V he jumped ashore. Before he had time to say another word Marjory had shoved the boat from the bank and was rowing toward home. i That evening after supper as they were sitting before the fire, Mr. Day told his daughter of his afternoon visitors. He said that they were Mr. and Mrs. Preston, and that they wished to purchase, for a summer home, the forty acre tract which included the plaice wheretthey were camped. VAccepting their offer means that you may go to school in Junction this winter. What are we going to do about it daugh- ter?h After a moments silence, Marjory arose, and going to the Window pushed aside the curtain and putting her hands on the pane, gazed out at the moonlit lake. Within her reach was the Opportunity she had been longing for: and it might be hers if she would only say the word. But taking it, meant that she must give up her mountain home. Turning to her father she said, llI want to go, papa? . That was all her father wished to know, for his daughter's wishes were his. So the bargain was made and part of the Day homestead passed into the hands of Mr. Preston. -EdithWrenn,i I 3. ROMEO FINDS HIS JULIET. As the sun is leaving the dingy city of Chicago in darkness, :1 little family of three pushed their chairs from the supper table. ttHere is a letter for you, father? said Jack, who was a lad of eighteen, tall, strmg, and one oi the handsomest of the Clty tvpe of youth. His father adjustlng h1s glasses, openecl the letter while his mother,' who was clearing away the d1shes, negleicited her work and stood looking over Mr. Preston,s shoul- der. , . . Hall said Mr. Preston, lla letter from Junctlon City Com- mercial Club, saying that Oregon is the place for us. . Then Jack grew interested and, drawmg hls chair over beSIde hIS

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vases and a photograph of a girl like Marjory, with wavy hair and dark thoughtful eyes. Hanging on the wall were three or four landscapes and a group of photographs. Such was the home to which Marjory returned after her boat ride. Kindling a fire in the fire-place,-efor although it Was June, the evenings by the lake were chilly,-she sat down on the floor by the window and commenced to read. Eighteen or twenty years before this time, Leonard Day and his bride had come West to seek their fortune. He had taken up as much of the government land as the law allows to any one man and had built his home onethe shore of Iriangle Lake. Prosperity had not come to him as: he had hoped it might. Until the last few months he had not felt the need of having more money. But now he had come to realize that Marjory was growing up into young womanhood and needed an education that would make her independent of others When. he was gone. ,Twas true she could row a boat and ride her pony as well or better than any of her girl companions, but he knew that although these accomplishments are very well in their place, they are of very small practical value. So at present his great problem was the same as that of Marjory,-the way of raising the means to send her to school. Although he had said nothing to his daughter, he had thought some of selling a part, if not all of his ranch. There was a large amount of fine timber on it and he knew that he would not have to Wait longifor a pur- chaser. If any other plan presented itself, however, for the solu- tion of his problem, he would rather take it than sell the home where he had lived so long. That afternoon while Marjory was away on the lake 3 man had come to her father and asked permission to camp on Mr. Dayls land down by the lake. Mr. Day told him that he might camp there as long as he wished to, providing he was careful about his Campfire. Several days passed before Marjory saw the campers except as they rowed across the lake. One afternooa she loosed her boat fr'Om the landing and rowed down the lake to where it flows into Lake Creek. Stooping and looking around at the beautiful scene,--the lal e with its bright water sparlling in the sunshine, hemmed in by the dark green mountains: and high above it all the blue sky,--she was greatly surprised to see Jack Preston, one of the campers. awkwardly trying to paddle along in a Canoe. She wondered h0w he managed to get that far from camp paddling in that way, while her second thouqlt was. wwhat if he should unsetl'l Just at that instant Jack noticed that his - attempts were being observed, and, unconscious that he was dO-r, ing so, he leaned a little to one side, and before he was aware of his danger the boat capsized and poor Jack was out in the cold water of the lake. Marjory stared at the upturned canoe for a moment and then rowed swiftly toawrd it. lack could swim a little and he managed to keep his head above the water lift phtf l f t m! millf mutt iii 3 31:0th 3 ' wgalfc'i 3 quell nut 3 ' tiritx' slit ' mill nah 8:th up it , tlwam tr lull was :4! ' iswere h glomesxca

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fatherls, listened intently to the reading of the letter. The wild free swing of the strong masculine scrawl, and the style of its wording was in some way different from the thousands of busi- ness letters of the East. . 'The influence of this letter and a longing to be from the noise and bustle of the city, caused them, to come West. X- 96 96 96 56 -X- 96 One morning as the sun arose from behind the Cascades, it lighted one of the most magnificent of naturels paintings. The only moving speck on the pireture-like Willamette valley was the Shasta Limited, which left in its wake a long rolling cloud of white smoke; When the train stopped in the quiet littletown of Junction City, the three happy easterners, the ,first of, whom was Jack, stepped from their car and were. born anew in the fresh spring air about them. - 1 .. U x There was a great contrast between the large city of Chicago and this little Western town, intwhich they intended to make their home. Mr. Preston soon bargained for themostsumptu- one home that could be obtained in the town, for his next win- ter,s abode. After the family was settled they went to Triangle Lake on a campingtripuiJ'While there, he boughta piece of Mr. Day,s little homestead, for a summer home. 1,There,.i,arnid the solitude of theivmountains, they arranged a pleasant summer camp. From here their gaze sweeping across the resting waters of Triangle Lake, and rising along the tops of manynthousand firs, would then rest on a sea of snowecapped peaks, burnished by the sunls rays, in rich purple, silver and gold. During that beautiful summer, Jack would roam the deepest of those mountain w11ds, from early morn till shadowy night. Night lured bygamultitudes of little field creatures, coming from their holes in meadow, forest and thicket, scraping away on monotonous shrilling melodies, accompanied by trebles of frogs along the brooks, was the only check to his pathless rambles. . However on one particular day not longllafter his arrival, he went far into the forest along a small mountain stream, busying himself with the little trout, which played in the ripples, and lurked behind Irocks,ilogs, and roots. There were steep walls of tree tons on either side, so that the bottom of the crystal stream reflected the sun light only at the noon hour. After con- fronting the rapids till near the middle of the day, he heard the sound of roaring waters, and hurried on till he faced one of the most beautiful types of nattirels grandeur. The little stream leaped over a great cliff and was dashed into spray, among mosses, ferns and shrubbery, on the rock at the base. Jack stood for a while eating the'fruit from an over-, laden huckle-berry bush, but the roaring, dashing and whirling of the water as it fell over the precipice and went racing through the Whirlpools and rapids, Was all so new,-so strange to him--,- that he sat down on a rnoss-eovered rock and looked, and looked, and thought. Hethouglhti how different was the little brook, , :llth Wm Ellie , a '- fmtO mi xx Shir? m iV ill. ihzlll Mm Sudkll' lie juml'l ibbub vi W illmld' 35 ilt' l lime to M iii. ll Full K: 1 M cctlflr- iotlxisc ialls. . iasultedin l'r MS i1 uli i Like a V hem lmsli . lroni the Mr Jim a WM: vl'pon mm s ol cun'Eil. midday su that hung oval checl . slammerc iili'anll . greatest : i lliss lla l saidin a i it w: . i i118 cam taken l e V lOIQ h l n0 ide lien TOSV ' UK lltga k me l, he