Lewis Clark State College - Yearbook (Lewiston, ID)

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Frau Schnellman, entering the room, Saw Alfreda crying by the bed-side, and exclaimed, Alfreda! Mother, mother, father has come! Henry! cried the astonished Frau Schnellman, falling on her knees by his bedside and kissing his feverish brow. My wife, he answered exultingly. But-Henry-where - ? began Frau Schnellmau. In a Russian prison all these years, counting the days and thinking of you and Amonda- When Dr. Strauss learned of the strange man's identity, he was stunned, amazed, and perhaps pained, but yet he was glad for the great joy that was Frau Schnellman's. Alfreda was right, he said to himself. The next day the postman brought a letter to Alfreda from Carl, saying he hoped she had entirely recovered and that he was coming' to make her a visit. No fortune teller was necessary to predict her future. IRENE I-TARLAND '16

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No, snapped a fiery old woman, slamming the door with a loud bang. The old man walked from house to house asking the same question of all he met. Some said he was insane, others called him a tramp, a beggar, or an escaped convict. Still others who saw beneath the ragged coat and tattered old hat, and read the pained expression in the eyes, were turned to pity and kindness, and gave the wanderer a meal and a bed for the night. Sometimes the door was slammed in his face, and the dogs were set on him, but this did not deter him. On he went, seeking his quest. One evening just at sun-down, when he was very weary. he came to an attractive white cottage, which many beautiful flowers plots about it- He knocked gently. The door was opened by a tall woman, dressed in pure white, with white apron and cap. Is Amonda here? Amonda no. You have the wrong house. There is a lady very ill here. Please leave as quietly as possible, she said. With such good care, Alfreda was soon able to sit up, and then one day Dr. Strauss said she might go for a ride while the sun shone. Frau Schnellman and Alfreda had enjoyed a pleasant outing and were just turning the corner on their way home, when there was a shrill cry, a sharp grating of the brakes, and then tthe car stopped. The driver had not seen the old man and apparently the old man had not seen the car coming. No one ever knew just how it occurred it vwas all so swift. liut in some way the bent figure was caught beneath the wheels and dragged some distance before the car was stopped. Alfreda ordered the injured man to be lifted carefully into the car and taken immediately to her home. Dr. Strauss carefully examined the injured man. He was badly bruised, his right arm and leg were crushed and two bones were broken, but there were no internal injuries, so he had a chance of re- covery- The bones were set at once and he was made as comfortable as possible. It was four hours before the unfortunate man regained his consciousness. Alfreda had helped set the broken bones and then sat watching over him. No one knew who the injured man was, and there was no clue to his identity about him, except that he had been seen wandering about the town for weeks. What a sad, careworn face he has, thought Alfreda to herself as she sat studying it. l-Ie looks as if he had endured many hardships and has experienced deep sorow. I-lad he no home, no loved ones ? Suddenly the stranger moved his head slightly and opened his soul- piercing eyes, which fell upon her with a long, steady gazeg at length he asked weakly: S Do you sing? Yes, I dog shall I sing to you ? she asked simply. Please, he said, still gazing at her. He is somebody's father, she thought and she began the song 'she had sung but twice. As she began, his gaze was still fixed upon her, then his eyes grew bigger and bigger, as she continued- At last he began to twitch, to shake, to tremble, and finally he raised himself from the pillows and stretched forth his able arm, crying- Am0nda, my little 'Singvogellu ' At this Alfreda fell on her knees by his bedside and wept for joy in her father's arms, saying, Oh daddy, I knew you would come backy,

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Qu Qllegnrp Once upon a time there was a little girl, and the usual thing alygm her was, she was very much like any other little girl. At first she scarce had a speaking acquaintance with this dear old world, but in several short. years they established a friendship that all the long years of her life only tended to strengthen. This little girl had a garden, a small garden all her own, but for a time the flowers and weeds which grew there. were planted by dwellers from without the garden wall. At first Little Girl loved the flowers, and weeds alike, for they were all flowers to her, but one day the wind whispered the difference to her, and the weeds came to be. One day Little Girl, who was almost a big girl, found some tiny secds in her garden, and one was nigh bursting with its desire to grow. Little Girl had vague wonderings about the little seeds. but she didn't question the Great Gardener, else he would have told her they were seeds of ambition. Little Girl felt there was scarce room in the tiny garden for planting ber newly found treasures. so she scanned the world from her garden wall, for a field of exceeding promise. There were many fields, some crowded with workers, surely there would not be room for more plants to send forth roots! Other fields were rock strewn, and gave promise of no return. Quite near to the garden was the field of Education, and the rank growth of weeds gave evidence of fertile soil. To Little Girl this field seemed best. and giving no heed to ner ie.- low' workers, in the great confidence of her past experience in the small garden plot, she worked. The spot for planting was chosen with ex- ceeding eare' The soil must not be too light. The weeds must not be too thick. At length the location perfect in all respects was found. and the seed nigh to burs'ing was planted. ln pride Little Girl tended the spotg in pride she watched the first tiny green shoot. It grew and grew with all its evidence of stem and leaves, and then-it withered. The sun with all its assurance had been repelled by the trees in the garden plot, not so in the open field. It had shown with redoubled fierceness, and had withered the tender plant. Lime Gi,-1, who was almost a woman, planted another seed and moistened the soil with tears of regret. The tiny seed grew to a tiny plant of little strength, and blossomed, but it was a flower of little confidence, and one night a wind tore the petals from it, and exposed a cuttle-worm in its heart. Little Girl had but one evident remaining seed, and she loved it. Thru her friendship with the dear old VVorld she had come to know the Great Gardener, and thru him had learned to love all things. This seed was planted with love and tended with loving care. Its growth was slow, but Little Girl realized at last that plants of true worth grow slowly, and she was content. I . One clay Little Girl, who was a woman, tired of her work in the iieldg her home called, and she went. From her kitchen window she .watched the progress in the field, and other Little Girls, who were al- most women, tended their seeds. and felt the far-reaching effect of her love and sympathy in the tending. . LOIS GORBY