Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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v. iw'r IL A'y A '1 ' s $9 In m h ttK-Jl , a i:f i341: ;' i'h'f dmis tics c . ' UH-gdnd 'AIII'91fn . i' .1 t ,..h I'I'uh M i a k 'W 2 . Lac J I E :Ilh Ma'ii lura. J '1 n i l S ,t ,0 .xr .. MY e$ 'iii- c I 3x . . x!lw' Page m'ne THE C ARDI N AL th 0111mm nf Ernie 75mm. CHAPTER I. HE busy thoroughfare of the great metropolis was thronged with people. Up and down they surged, pushing on every side. Amid this jostling multitude a young girl paced slowly along with an air of shy and modest dignity. From the top of her dainty head to the soles of her very small feet, she was Youth, Grace and Beauty incarnate. The sweeping purple plume of her hat, which curled betwitch- ingly around her inhnitesimal ear, afforded a delightful contrast to the golden ripples of her abundant tresses. A trailing robe of the same royal hue fell in graceful folds about her fairy-like form. One ala- baster arm clasped lovingly to her breast a huge bunch of buttercups and daisies. A scarf of brilliant yellow, twined entrancingly about her snowy throat, iioated behind her in a diaphanous cloud upon the soft evening zephyr. Twas the Lady Ethelinda Vere! Among the adoring eyes that followed her, none glowed with more burning ardor than the fiery orbs of Don Carlos Parradello. Every detail of this young noblemanis appearanceehis swarthy skin, his coal black hair, his raven mustache, with its hercely upcurled ends, his dis- dainful, proud and haughty airwbetrayed his southern blood. He gazed after Lady Ethelinda with an all-devoui'ing yearning in his eyes, but not one look did she vouchsafe him. For, as she crossed the street a veritable Apollo loomed upon the horizon. His great stature, his golden hair, which clustered about his temples like a god, his limpid, blue eyes, and fair complexion, proclaimed him an Englishman through and through. As glancesmet glance his hat leaped from his head, and the blushes, blooming and fading in her delicate Cheeks, allowed anyone to infer that some tender relation existed between them. As he took her soft hand in his with an air of proud possession, her dewy eyes filled with blissful tears. Then the infatuated pair, oblivious to the sordid, noisy world about them, strolled onward hand in hand. But who is this who gazes after them with baleful eyes, muttering curses to himself? Who stealthily clutches a dagger half hidden in his bosom? Who meditates darkly on revenge and bloodshed until his brain reels dizzily? iTis the evil genius of the house of Snookum, whose noble young scion had just been favored by the goddess of the purple plume. itShall this thing be ? cried the miserable Villain. iiNever! Never! Shall yon pink-cheeked weakling drink deep of the cup of joy while I am denied even the dregs? Ho, ha! At last this trusty blade shall take its fill of the blood of that scurvy wretch! Methinks I see a way! A1- ready a plan is shaping in my brain. Ho, holi, CHAPTER II. IiAngel of light? quoth Skoo-kum, iifor the past week I have been

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THE CARDINAL Page eight Of the Old Worldk dim records, where down the Years Only honor and courage have shown The light of their tracese-oh, may our poor deeds Glow bright on thy shield, when alone In the pale of the dusk, we leave thee, outbound On our way; may thy dear, darkenlng halls Soon hll with new voices, new figures to love, To be true to thy faith and the name of thy walls. Amnng 091111211125. Drink deep the cup which this day nlls At Memoryys crystal brinke- Take tender care lest one drop spills Where our old love its fancy wills, That glass with glass gay clinka Drink deep the cup! Hold fast this pledge! How long have we Held faith with one another! Lest these four years but starting be For a lifetimeis pure hdelity Close binding each to other- Hold fast this pledge! Rise to my toast, 0 comrades dear, God keep our noble line! 0 ye who have assembled here On this last day, oh, toast me dear, the class of Nineteen Nineiie Rise to my toast! Epilngup. But now that is hnished, scarce can we Refrain from deep regretsedepressing thoughts Of gloomy failures, long chagrined, has brought Its stinging pang; we know we tried to flee The task that pleased us not-we turned to see A bluer sky, and careless, selhsh sought Relief from strain, not heeding that words taught To us in grief anotheris hope could be. Sti11-as we pause upon the threshold, day With glittering train doth beckon useher horn Clear rings the summons; not a vain regretx Shall blight our hope when youth with shining way Lies fair before our feeteambitionis morn Has passed its dawn; we have but started yet. CAMILLA RINGHOUSE. 3 x h.

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THE CARDINAL Page ten condemned to dwell in the depths of Hades, for I have been denied even one radiant beam from the sun, the moon, the star of. my ex1stence- which is you, bloved! Since your cruel sire refuses his consent to our union, we can meet only at rare intervals and in secret. But ah! I can bear it no longer! Something must be done '3, . llAinlt it awful, Bertie .W sobbed the fair Ethelinda, 1n tones of intensest anguish. ltThe old man acts terriblea-thatls sure. He says I must take some other fellow for my steady. He don,t want me to keep company with you any more? . llWill you submit to such an outrage ?,l 'Snookum burst forth in indignation. llAh! If your love for me is one-thousandth as great as my passion for you, you Will surmount all barriers and llee with me to the ends of the earth? llThe ends of the earth, Bertie? Thatls pretty far off. But the old apple tree, now; thatls sense? ltAh! a tryst! Let it be at midnight! Shall we indeed meet again beneath its shadowy boughs? Shall I truly Clasp you once more to my heart in its sheltering shade? Ah, what unspeakable bliss! lTis almost more than mortal man can bear? A , th, Bertie, that will be scrumptious! And Illl wear my new Paris hat. But murder! if an apple should squash on itlll lTis agreed, then, at midnight in the forestfl he murmured as he bent over her hand in parting. llFare thee well, then, Rose of the World, farewell, farewell? llSo long, Bertie? she whispered in reply; lTll be there, all right, all right? llYes, you will be there, but so will I, so will I, ha! hall, muttered Don Carlos through clenched teeth, as he stole away in the fast gather- ing darkness. CHAPTER III. lTwas midnight in the orchard. The moon, in tranquil splendor, shone down upon the old apple tree till every leaf gleamed with silver. But among its dense boughs something dark moved an instant and then all was still, for at that moment Bert Snookums was advancing towards the trysting place with the passionate eagerness of a lover. As he paused beneath the shadowy tree, that dark something above resolved itself into a lithe form, poised for a spring, and then, leaping down- ward, bore Bertie to the earth with a resounding crash. With a quick movement Don Carlos dragged the unconscious form of our hero to the rear of the tree, for he heard light footsteps approaching, and the silken rustle of a womanls gown. Ethelinda drew near timidly, but as she caught sight of the dark form beneath the tree her courage returned and she sprang forward, extending her arms with a gesture that would have melted a heart of stone. The villain exclaimed: llAt last the silken meshes of my love. have ensnared you! Beat your wings as you may, little bird, you shall not escape! Oh, the weary ages I have spent in waiting for this mo- mentlll 3'