Lebanon High School - Cedars Yearbook (Lebanon, IN)

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lf THE 1927 ACEDARS But days went by and no owner came, nor did the dog show any inclina- tion to leave. At last Bobby's father, a lover of thoroughbreds. decided to lose Yank and get his son a better dog. One night, while Bobby was asleep, Mr. Morton took the dog into his automobile and took him for a nice long ride. But next morning Yank was on the doorstep, a little tired, it is true, but quite ready for a romp with Bobby when that young gentleman came out. That night, Mr. Morton tried again. taking Yank about twice as far as the night before. But by noon the next day, Yank came limping home, and after a nap, began romping with his young master. Wilbur gave it up then, and next day Yank remained at home. That afternoon a car drove up in front of the house and a man called to the boy to ask him if he would like some candy. When Bobby stretched out his hand to take the candy. he was suddenly seized and drawn into the car. A hand was placed over the child's mouth and Bobby was even more scared at the Wicked face of his captor than he was at the thought of being carried off in a strange car. He noticed that his captor had a long, ugly scar across his face. Yank witnessed the scene with frank disapproval, and when the car started, he ran after it and succeeded in getting on the runningboard without being noticed by the driver. That evening when Bobby's father came home from work. he found his wife in a frantic state. His child had been kidnapecl! A neighbor had seen the boy drawn into the car and also Yank following his young master. If only Yank could help! thought Wilbur. They searched futilely all night, and next morning a' letter came to Mr. Wilbur Morton. The kidnapers are demanding their price! he said. I'll pay it, if only I can get Bobby back again. But this is what the letter said: WILBUR MORTON: It is not for money that I took your child. but for revenge. I have found the secret pass to the top of your peak. If you will go to the grave- yard this afternoon, the body of your boy will be there ready to bury. No ambulance will be needed. SCAR-FACE. For a moment after reading that fatal message, Wilbur stood stricken dumb. Then he cried out in his agony: . My God! Scar-Pace wouldn't deliberately throw my boy over that cliff! He couldn't be so brutal as that! And yet he knew Scar-Face too well to doubt for a moment what he had said in that letter. At last Scar-Face was going to take his revenge that he had promised. After a few minutes, Wilbur suddenly awakened to the fact that perhaps he could beat Scar-Face to the top of the cliff, The thought had not occurred to him in his agony, but now he fairly flew out to his car, snatching his revolver from the table as he went. Constance was in a state of nervous prostration, begging Wilbur to do something, to bring back her boy. As Morgan ran to his car, he was met by Yank, who looked all tired and worn out, yet, as if he understood, he barked and started off on a short-cut to the mountain. Seeing that Wilbur was not following, he turned and came --Q-- , 'gli' :Tig Ps , f.A,,f'i'5f1w ', Xu' l ff.xQ5q .G N 4 iw- QR-QR v ' . -. I ,:, , 5 it gb, f '-f1?,H -1. A.AL.,'x .5-st, .F if 'NZ . fvqgfflldgcqyl f. refer'-g ii 3,74 E xif E Nix Biff? l ,yall W .f f i MA N55 Xl ...., X V fam i' N ilwft ti .E ggi 1 ' 6 Al back and started again, A lp A U All right, old fellow. Maybe you know where he is. With that Wil- ,jf bur abandoned his car and followed the dog, who started at once in the direc- 5? 'ifj.3CfAVf3.' . , . , , .lf iff TK I x tion of Morton s Peak. The frantic father followed him on a run, and it gf! -,i,ff.'N.x i,x Was not long before they were ascending the mountain which Wilbur had gil 33. climbed many years before. About half-way up, the rocks seemed impassable, lf! .fill 'l ljwltx Xia a solid, perpendicular wall which seemed to have no opening. But neither man E .til ill nor dog faltered. Going to a small crack between the rocks which was half Jgfyfg IFQL' fl' f .Jima L., kfrxt Page Ninety-Nine fr' at ff . ifjfl jfilil' X X M Gai fi ' if fix' tix-,g 134: pg 81,3 lm, Ir ilf fig. w,,.f-pf., 11,5-,, 13: ,M , ff' .fgjf arg. ai ,,-3-,ggfyjf 5 ,g.,.f.1'vfH'f' jffQ'i -fav' 1iQ'ijff5il ' G.-fhry:-fl... A: f:'1lZ3gg,-ff-ff-F Tf.1YQ':'::,.,f, 1 Sk . -flilaa nn. 051' I XY. '15 K - ' 1. ' u -. A ,f c L v ' ' ' r . . 1 , L N--jf! s

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