Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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'

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Page eleven ' THE CARDINAL iiHuhV, ejaculated our heroine, iihow old do you think I am? T hen, with a shriek of agony she succumbed and swooned in his arms. Before he could bear her light form to the carriage which stood near, a Violent blow upon the shoulder arrested him. Wheeling about, he confronted our hero, whose eyes flashed lightning and whose right arm was raised on high, in towering rage. iiRelease that lady Vi he thundered. Trembling, Don Carlos obeyed. 4 iiAnd nowf, continued the former, iialthough you are not fit to match strength with a gentleman, let us fight it out, man to man V, At the word they grappled together. To and fro they swayed till they reached the edge of the precipice. Our hero rallied all his strength, and with one gigantic effOrt hurled the foul wretch into the yawning depths. Then he stepped over the prostrate form of his beloved and 7-: enfolded her in the tender shelter of his arms. iiMy own? he whis- pered, and rained kisses on her upturned face. D. S. K. B. S. J. Z3112 Olitg Eighty. .When soft the darkness closes round The coming of the night, I see across the distance spring A thousand points of light, A twinkling there so cheerfully Though rain or sleet or snow May try to blur their brillancy When wintry winds cold b-low-e But then again when summer eves Lie sweet upon the land They glitter out beyond the haze That shrouds Columbiais strand. Oh, city lights, how far your gleams Shine forth from out the dark, Like myriad starsehow steadfast, true, Does glow each tiny spark Of living fire, though through the night The wind may blow, and rain Thick fleck the drops of dashing spray Against the window pane- So may my heart when sorrow comes Between me and the light See through my tears a precious hope, A-gleaming in the night. a CAMILLA RINGHOUSE. Letts go swimming at Ringlerts.