Lewis and Clark High School - Tiger Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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THE Lawns AND began to speak agaln m a qulck nervous voxce Ten years ago I left New York and after travelmg about the country for a few years I hnally came to Elmana Thats about a hundred mlles south of here near the Mexlcan llne It s not much of a place merely a general store and a few houses are there Why I came to Elmana I know not but once there I remamed For aumta was there and aumta was an angel from Heaven She was beautiful ack and as good as sh was beautiful Her eyes were as black as the mldnlght skres and as bnllrant as the stars yet as wxde and mnocent as those of a child But I cannot descnbe her She was the most beautiful creature Cod ever created and I loved her Oh how I loved her And she she sand she loved me ack It was such a wonderful thmg our love far too wild to end happily Her father was the proud descendant of some Spanlsh house and he would have none of m Finally there came a terrible struggle between hxm and me And he forced her to marry a worthless young Mex rcan Mantella aumta was young too happlness such a Lmlon must cause And her father was strong too strong for her and for me So she marrled hrm a mercenary rascal who cared more for her father s rancho than he drd for my lovely aumta After the marnage I left Elmana for I love almlta far too dearly to be near her when she was the wlfe of another I went away I say I went to far countries and trled to forget But I could not aumta was everythmg aumta was llfe itself Any man would struggle for lxfe At last when the pam became unbearable I returned to Elmana and to aumta For she was llfe to me When I returned how I found my lovely aumta I-low frail how pale she was how her proud head was bent how her lnttle hands trembled For her father had died and Man tella was master now And such a master to guard my gentle aumta' She sadly told me of the little chrld that had come and had been burled ln the church yard yonder of the neglect of the cruelty of the faithless ness of that monster Mantella CLARK JOURNAL And I3 I loved her and she was lxfe to me So I begged her to come away to leave It all to forget the man who treated her thus to come with me who loved her who adored her But my aumta was far too good far too noble How proudly she lifted her won derful head and bade me go But I knew she loved me And she had sand that which had set my poor bram m a whirl As long as my husband llves I am hrs wlfe I can not desert the father of my dead chlld No not even for you As long as my husband lxves she had sard and the words kept rmgmg ln my mmd If he were dead' If he were dead' A mad plan was forming rn my poor shattered brain I was mad mad' I know lt now But twas for more than llfe I fought for love and for aunlta That nlght was starless The road by whxch Mantella must come home was guarded on both sides by hugh thxck brushes Behmd these my body was hidden My soul had been lost m a passionate struggle wrth self I awaxted the comlng of Mantella dagger rn hand After long dreary hours lmg a quamt old Spamsh alr In a moment lt was all over Mantella lay dead at my feet I dragged hlm to a lake nearby and dropped hrm mto Its bottomless depths Ah rt was hornble' AndI Roger De Foe dud lt I was mad to thmk that she would even touch me after such a deed But I went to her For I loved her Oh how I loved her' I found her Sllfllllg rn the lirellght gaz mg mto the flames with a strange terrlhed expression on her pale beautiful face uamta I crled and that was all M God she moaned you have done lt You have done rt She looked full at me hex eyes those mnocent mldnlght eyes filled wlth reproach and horror And that that was the last glance that I beheld m those dear beloved eyes For before I could utter a sound before I moved from my positron by the door her frail body swayed gently and fell to the floor I ran to her and looked mto her beautiful face There strll lingered m her eves that look of horror and reproach But her hands were cold and her heart was 20 ' . I . c ' . . . . D - 1 - e. ' ' ' ' I , ' young to realrze the great, the terrible un- of waiting, he came, staggering along whist- . . D . . . .D A, ,A 4 J ' I - . .I . . I . , . ' , a I - , , . . 1 ,I . ' , I

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L 1 like-rv Surely xt barred cell erable man have been were surely u It must be a myself That who lay dying Roger De F oe the .NIJ- THE. CONFESSION By Myrtle Levy was a dream' The cold :ron the low wretched cot the mls lymg there the man who might ghost of my frlend these vlslons of a fantastic dream dream I kept repeatmg to man that wreck of a man there was not could not be That Roger De Foe' l almost laughed at the thought Roger De Foe the handsome the magnlflcent the won derful the prlde of our college the pet of society that he should lle dylng wlthm the walls of a crude westem prxson was utterly lmpossrble But as l gazed half stupefxed at the care worn face before me I was forced to admxt to myself that rt was the face of Roger De Foe the fme Intellectual face wlth the hugh full forelread the wonderously lustrous eyes the full sensuous llps and the delicate hes: tatmg chm l gazed at hum and wondered Yes the features were there but thls was not he whom l had known so long that fore head once so smooth and beautiful was marred by a mllllon fine lmes the ewes we e stlll lustrous but the lustre was feverish the glance once firm and true was now shlftmg and haunted the lps had lost their hner curves and were drawn m lmes of suffering and the chm ever dellcate whlle lt had once been held m a semblance of strength now drooped betrayxng wrth startlmv vrvrdness the utter weakness of the man For a long trme I looked down at hlm A Qulll unable to speak and he who had once been my dearest truest frxend retumed my gaze wrth that shrftmg haunted glance that was not hrs own At length he stlrred uneaslly and coughed the short raspmg cough of the dymg Then he spoke m a voice that had somehow lost rts richness ack old man you dont seem to re member me Roger lcrled Roger IS lt you? ln God s name how drd you come to such A pass3 It s a long story ack old man and vt may tlre you to hear lt But you are all l have left Thats why l sent for you I must tell someone l d rather tell you Wrll you lrsten old man3 Of course l will How strangely you speak Do you need me3 Can l help you3 lasked quickly He smiled gently whlmslcally that quamt smlle of his that had once so dlstmgulshed hlm And I remembered with a pang those other days Somehow hls srmle drd not modlfv the bitterness of hrs reply No ,lack you cant help me There rs nothlng on earth nor ln heaven that can help me now lm lost lost beyond all re dernptlon No dont so ak old man Lrsten for I must sp ak Oh God will tht torture never cease3 Onlv llsten only listen lack Assam he coughed that ternble rasp mg cough I would have spoken but he sllenced me wlth a nervous rfoverrent of his hand and f ,, , .. '..l ,......- ' J A X -.ir , 7 X - . - pu., gL,rN - l 0 ' - ' I 1 . ' y 1 y s r b t . . . u n . . . . , . 4 . , , . ' -4 v , . J . . - an . , . . as n - .1 - - ' a n v . , . 1 , n ' - n f , . . ' . . . . U , , - . J . . . . , , . . ' , ' . . - - yn , . . U . w s . - H - x , , . , . - 1 ' , - a . . Y . . x . . f s I . n ' - - - - . I rx H 1 , - A v f ' ' I . . , v - u . s . Q ' ' ' . , A . . , -, . . , , S . , o y a . 1 v . ,, , . , . . U n ' n 3 x . a .. .

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THE LEWIS AND srll aunrta my beloved had dred wrth that horrrble accusatron rn her eyes And that rs why I am here I escaped that nrght It was srmple for the servants were m therr quarters asleep I ran to the church and sent the pnest to her He could do no good I knew but she would have wrshed rt so After that I hrd myself from the authorrtres For many months I hrd rn the musty towns of old Mexrco I mr t have hrdden longer but those eyes those ever reproachful eyes haunted me rn all my hours I slept only to dream of them m my wakrng hours they appread before me as I gazed mto vacant space always always they were before me It was the judgment of God So at last thmkrng that rn allowrng man to mete out hrs Judgment I mrght be spared that of God I came here to confess Why they drd not klll me I know not I only CLARK JOURNAL know that every hour of my lrfe rs torture Yet I fear oh I fear to dre No power on earth can stay thrs pam Forever forever must I look mto those eyes shnnkrng and reproachful Ever must I dread those eyes I love so well uanrtal aunrta' forgrve me' The tale was done My companron lay back coughrng spasmodrcally Suddenly he rarsed hrs hands to Heaven and crred Those eyes those eyes I can see them now The eyes of aunrta' Mercrful God' They are the eyes of aunrta and they have relented aunrta aunrta my beloved Im comtng I m comrng So the end came The face that lay there so cold and strll was now as calm and beau trful as rt had been so long ago The lrnea of suffermg were gone and he was rn death as he once had been m lrfe Roger De Foe the handsome the magnrfrcent the won derful ALL FOR GRATITUDE By Mrldred Porter HE rntcnse heat of the noonday sun had crushed everythrng trees drooped leaves wrthered and the r grass rustled and tossed rn th hot currents of wmd rrsrng from the baked earth An Indran boy hrdden rn the grass watched furtrvely the far drstant camp No srgn of agrtatron or un rest rn rt assured hrm that hrs absence had not been drscovered He crept on through the grass movmg raprdly easrly and wrth out a sound At a drstance when hrs camp seemed only a speck he rose and walked on swrftly He apparently experrenced no rr convenrence from the heat but kept unwearr edly on hrs way A rrse on a hrll brought mto vrew a few scattered log houses of a border settlement The Indran stopped and gazed back over the rollmg country He left behmd hrm race fnends and tradrtrons and before hrm what3 He was an alren mhuman and even cruel and always would be Yet under all was a gratrtude whrch never farls to repay a krndness the typrcal gratrtude of an In dran Hrs face showed no change no sentr ment as he turned and strode across the plam Hrs advent rn the sleepy town was un notrced and drsregarded by anyone The men lolled rn the shade chrldren played m the doorways and shrrllvorced women drs cussed the troubles of the day Straight through the town he walked to a larger cleaner and more habrtable cabrn than the rest He stopped before the door and looked ln A whrte harred kmd faced prrest sat wrrtrng but as the shadow of the Indran fell across the doorway he looked up The prrest showed no srszn of recognrtron but greeted the Indran krndly The Indian spoke wrthout preface m hrs own natrve tongue The Indrans attack you tonrght The prrest paled but mqurred for more partrculars The only answer was a repetr tron of hrs former speech As to what trrbe of Indrans they were and where they were srtuated he would tell nothrng In thrs much the mherent tacrtumrty of the Inclran was uppermost The prrest seerng the travel worn condrtron of hrs strange vrsrtor mo Zl t..J ., .r . . - , ., J .. . 2. : J, . . l t ': I I l l : ' :U .A - l . .. ' . . - .