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

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growling waters were taking on the gray cast of night, blackened by the shadows of tall trees from the bank. It Was in this state, this heaven, that Danls thoughts fell into poetry and he cried aloud: Roll on, ye mighty waters seaward bound, Roll on, oh, fair Willamette of the West, Roll from the Cascades, diamond peak of snow, Roll from the Coast Rangeis forest dark and wild, Roll on through the valley, beautiful and green, Roll on, ye can not see the grandeur of your works, Roll on into the dark blue sea. And hark! Out of the roar of the river's torrent came a faint, low, moaning tone. Strive on, ye curse of your race, ' Strive on, ye hayseed of the West, Strive from your pleasant country farm, Strive from your motherls loving arm, Strive on your college course to win, Strive on, ye can not miss the grandeur Of your calling. Strive on, yes, to your topmost star. Dan awoke from his dream with a sudden start when he heard a well known voice callv- llHa, ha; pardon me for disturbing you, but you look lone- some all by yourselffi It is useless trying to describe With words, tongue or pen, a hope, a love, a Dan Martin, as he stood in that dream of life; as he found himself searching the volumes in the depths of Ruth Fugefs eyes-eyes which sometimes were an easy passage to translate, now could not be mastered by the worlds greatest detective. He stood, ' held off by what seemed to be the hand of all damnation, so that 116 could not make a single struggle to clasp that pearl in his arms for an embracement. He could not find words to speak, and stood as motionless as the pillars of the bridge, till her voice, far above description, again broke forth-- llYou stupid boy, why dorft you Speak to me ?,, My dear Ruth, my only, my all. You may 'call it lonesome, but lonesome IS not the name for it. How can you be so cruel to 52 i W int you cw l at C d CI i ii divided,- anymplacf f uSClU me zero. lfilonly Slapped to SI :3: . QMF-n Dan broke I :mdl: . gt Where is he now: mm Harrisburg to mime were to co tithem. But they are : 2::hcm,which I shall dr ribein abettcr mood 2 hamment trying to g Film his ear. and he 4 ?'de me. Pray wa M but walked on to Mate, and waited h: ilml Watching 1h. 'llhshcd by dazzled h 3:, u curtains of 0 11 Stat .i ., ue. .1 'hflmg abYsS Of Mm . hi hi it. c0 lint

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1.. V 3?, EJ': I 3 'I dp'ifstpwf W: t 'Er Vf'r u Vb l w 4' rk' :515'4 ' - 2: u w in. l?! 1 I 'kf e. ,a4, 1:;3 2' ' 56ft? 7 ' 9 'le'Vf a i, 0 .n .l. :- himself when he heard the sound of footsteps, and, glancing up, his eyes almost flashed from his head There was Jack Preston, who had beenehis rival in debate and in athletics, and now in love, walking with Ruth Fuget. Jack had the air of a City gentleman and Dan knew him well worthy ofe could he say Ruth Fuget? She, the daughter of a rich banker, the beauty of her set and the idol of man. Dan thought, as his face grew harder, III am just as good as he? but conscience said, Prove '13,, Dan would have gladly kept out of their way, had he a min- utes notice, but there was no time for escape, so he turned his face toward hisbook till they had passed, followed by a longing glance. And when their figures had vanished in the distance, he thought to himself. wWhat is the use of all this foolishness? Why did God ever place me in the world? Who can live a life different from all the hordes of human beings who have populated the earth in the past centuries? Why not plunge into the whirlpool at my feet and put an end to my worthless life? But no, I will try, if the end brings me out worthy, what is said about me will not amount to much. If it proves me worthless, ten angels swearing I was worthy will not make me so. Ruth Fuget, I will win you? Nature said. llGo aheadfl And who can dispute the mighty law of Godafrom the minute corpuscles of the electrical current above his head to the mighty mountains on either side, every human being, bird, flower and butterfly seeks its mate. Above his head a long obtuse angle of geese, now dotting the blue sky, now losing itself in the foggy mist, went speedily on their way to their nesting Clime. Two wood ducks came dashing down the, desert of water from their home upon the wave. Even the massive structure that arched the Willamette, rolling in a maddened torrent to its peace- ful mate, the Columbia, had attracted the construction of a similar bridge. Dan rose from where he had been sitting for some two hours, with the intention of returning home. But the grandeur of the place tied him with the bonds of nature. JThe sun was flaming its last rays of light over the Coast Range, with its many thousand firs, whose tops projected through the foggy veil that hung about its dales, down into the beautiful valley of the Willamette. The 51 ff I .,. I M..W.-.'M ' ,

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'0. fs' w fif'f nth: l'- '!f fnwen 'ii' :71, 5:11 4t. one who has loved you these struggling four years? You have awakened me to a new life in a new world, where all my former surroundings seem so utterly Hat and contemptible that I have an ambition to rise. My trail has divided. To do this, I must strive on through college, to a place of usefulness and influence in the world which shall entitle me to a place in such society as yours. If I succeed, I shall owe it all to you; but if-W nDan Martin, have you gone mad? You totally flatter me with your blunt statements? She had cut him off with a look that al- most froze him to absolute zero. But still she thought how like a man he talked. III only stopped to speak to you, and you-you take the liberty to-li liLiberty, yes. liberty? Dan broke in. HYou see Jack and 1-9 lth, yes, I see. Where is he now? lth, he went on to Harrisburg to spend a few days. Bertha Harpole and Carey Strome were to come down this way. and I was to return with them. But they are a little late and I suggested returning to meet them, which I shall do. Good evening, Mr. Mar- tin; I hope you will be in a better mood at our next meeting. Dan stood for a moment trying to gain self control. Then the whistle of the 5:30 met his ear, and he called- llMiss Puget, pardon me. Pray wait a moment; there comes the train? ' She took no heed, but walked on to the head of the next span, stepped on the outer plate, and waited for the train to pass. Dan stood a moment watching the graceful figure, then the massive engine as it flashed by dazzled his sight for a second. That one moment unfolded the curtains of one of the most horrible scenes of humanity. Dan was moulded into a statue. A faint cry, a figure, Ruth Puget fell into the whirlingabyss of waters. A moment more, two giants-Dan and the old Willamettee were in arm and arm combat, a strife through the tornado of water, a grave now beneath the waves, a castle now within the foam, an agate found within the deep; and Dan Martin held with one strong arm his life, his love, his dream. 53