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

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felt her way to the coffin, took out the mummy, and quickly made her way back to the hall, where her companions greeted her with looks of admiration for her daring. bhe laid the mummy 0n the table, and all flocked around to see it. It was dry and shrunken, and the cloth in which it was wrapped was faded and rnouldy. The hair hung in ragged locks from the head, the features were sunken, and the skin had a musty gray color. Altogether, it was not a pleasant sight. After everyone had examined the mummy as much as he wished, the girl took it up again and went out to replace it so that the parson should not find out what had been done. She refused to let anyone go with her, Encauraged bv the. admiration of her com- rades and by her hrst success, she entered the church bravely this time, and having put the mummy back into the coffin, arranged everything as it was before. She breathed more freely now, for she had felt almost as if she were committing a sacrilege all the time, and turned around to go. But just as she turned, something caught her dress from behind and held her fast. Meanwhile her friends had been discussing the mummy, and were awaiting her return. But she did not come. Finally, grow- ing uneasy, several of the young men secured a couple of lanterns and went to seek for her. They found her standing beside the coffin, her face white and drawn, her eyes staring straight before her, filled with such a look of intense horror that they involuntarily shuddered. They called to her, but she did not answer, nor did the expression of her face change. Her dress had caught on a nail, but on the spur of the moment she had probably thought that the mummy held her fast. Her friends finally got her back to the hall, but although she was conscious of her surroundings now, she was still unable to speak. The parson was called and she was put under the proper care, while the rest of the young people quietly took leave of each other, each blaming himself for his foolishness in letting the girl have her will. The girl soon recovered physically, but her nervous system was nearly broken down, and, above all, she had lost the power of speech; she had been struck dumb by fright.

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A 57mm; nf Shilling? Sophie Peterson, ilZ It was on a cold, dark October evening in the early part of the nineteenth century, that a party of young people had assembled in the parsonage of the little town Stillinge on the island of Seeland, Denmark. Out of doors the wind was howling through the bare branches of the trees and whistling around the corners of the build- ing. Not a star could be seen in the black sky. Surely, ghosts and witches and evil spirits, if there really are such, would choose such a night to visit a peaceful community and carry on their mischief. But in the servantls hall, where the company was gathered, no one thought of evil. All were happy and free. The parson had been there'and had spoken a few words to them while they listened quietly and respectfully, but as soon as he had gone, all of them put away solemn thoughts and proceeded to enjoy themselves. Conversation was soon lively and gay. Games were played, jokes were laughed at, and short stories were told by several of the party. In one of these stories someone happened :to mention the mummy which was kept in the church. To most of the young people it was familiar, but several expressed curiosity concerning it; and the man who had mentioned it, told what he knew about it. It was the body of a preacher who had died there many years before. The em'balmed corpse still stood in the church, where all who wished might see it. Led by a sudden impulse, one of the girls suggested that some- one might go over to the church, which lay only a few rods away, and fetch the mummy, so that all might have a look atit. They all laughed at the idea, and several wagered that she was afraid to go. She, however, scorning to be thought afraid, accepted the wager. much to their amonishment and secret fear, and set out alone and without a light. Fhe ran quickly throughthe dark garden, reached the wall of the churchyard, and felt her way to the gate. This she opened a little ways and stepped within. She was now in the churchyard. The white monuments loomed tall and ghostly againsr the dark sky. and her heart began to beat faster. But she fought down her rising fearyand opening the church door, stepped in. She 58 and all fit n and the cloxh 1.de shrun The hair hung i: oudl the . 3.531di sunken. and .- ht gimme: i; a pleasant mg i . vaT n c hI gelemlh d mumnn as gmdexalmne u m mp l d hen w mm an out nlout what h d been d .25 RI. .Zghm. She breathed more I eel she were committing a sacr time. But just as she turned. 'lelinll and held her last. Ezrin'ends had been discussing ieremm. But she did not com :TLlOltllt young men secured a eklorher. They found her 51 :lliteand drawn, her eyes star: szchalook of intense horror thm ffhlledtoher, but she did not ; :iiamhange' Her dress had axis: moment she had DTObab' Ellully got her hack to nu. .3 urroundmgs 0w h'llc Vnw I . N as called and She was Ollhevou . pt lllghimself fgrghieopic Wm! lhtgirl n 15 lmlishnesg 'mlbrok eCoxered Dthca 1h. OWn ' ,5th ' and ab . a ' Oxe ten 5

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um '14 'ng a , o . n II 1H rank 5 igrphtmmpnt as a W; in whu - . V - , . Varsity f r . By Glenn Taylor. 15 M001 won Hf mm Ihc Frank Wheeler was a quiet sort of a person, 35 most 01d trappers MG -orkfd fatthium 0 and hunters are. It was seldom we could get him to tell anything sththa uhad m be deVCIOPc about himself; but one afternoon we succeeded particularly well. ? mdrflim - 11 IIVVellf, he began, then I was young I was down in Califor- 7; buwto undertake thus. 50 nia. I remember once I was at a dance. My companion was a t' m woncs Wonththe nc jolly sort of a girl, always looking for something to laugh about. t we were seated in a corner, not far from the door, when a man wdto MC . , thi of about sixty years walked by us, and as he passed I noticed that 43mm in thC begmnmg- . ' he had some kind of a growth on one side of his face. As I wanted .ii'uhad gone into the coaching to know who he was, and to make fun of him, I said, IWho is that I old pirate with a wart on his jaw? Nell turned crimson, got up . ,, . . h t q and walked over to where some other girls were standing. After RHMIHIVCTSM t 6. ex I a Nell joined them Icould tell by their quick glance in my direction, ?mmitdimm eanCnCCd P1 that I held a very prominent place in their conversation. 73032ng With much dctermin IIThe first set I danced with one of Ne11,s particular friends, triggjikmsmring. and. when theystopped we took seats where Nell and I had been writhd'arsitfs backs were CH Sitting. The girl asked if I knew who the man was I had made IRWIIh bar that remark about. and I assured her I did not. When she told me i Ct ks made no ng that it was Ne11,s father, I almost fainted. A ItThe rest of the evening I was on one side of the room and ?Rafiertime to break thmugI Nell was on the other. When we were ready to go home I was le his reputation was ah ha Freshman nam standing on the steps. She walked up to me and said: 3M. Im mad at you, V W Lt hi C3 . 'I guess I know it,, was my reply. mph has 100 Hg ?'?th Holmes in his :: :ItIs not for what you think it isf Q: the place a What 18 it then ?i ' maching he gav I II IYou did not ask me to dance with you once tonight, ii C n' of pl 3V hrok l e 1 t . . 00