Lincoln High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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THE CARDINAL Page twenty-six t0 the silence of its chambers. Thus it came about that the young mourner linding the evening quiet close at hand, tttrhecl herself to that house of grief and entered its mighty portals. .W1th1n all was as a dream. No sign of life was there save the kneelmg hgures, no sound save that of muffled sobs. As in a dream her wondering eyes rested on'the somber glory of Chancel and window; as. in a .dream she heard the half-hidden majesty of deep-throated mus1c; w1th no c0nsc10us effort she sank to her knees and gave herself up to the mastering deSn pair. Slowly passed the minutes, and slowly the hours, till. at last the springs of her sorrow ran dry, and she felt the crushed wmgs of her hope lifting to the returning warmth of her consolation. A timid movement near by brought back her thoughts to earth, and turning her heavy eyes she saw that another had entered the place where she lingered, and that the other, too, seemed overcome with a sorrow great like unto her own. But how different showed that ligure in the evee ning light! How pale those cheeks, how crossed that brow with care, how fearful of the worlds encroachments gazed out those eyes below! Pity swelled high in the heart of the young girl kneeling by. With an impulse of sympathy which lives in us all, have we not crushed its spontaneity, she took the trembling form in her tender arms and laid the whitened head on her shoulder. With a sudden rush of compas- sion, new-born of her recent suffering, she felt she could not bear to see the agony of the trials she had endured repeated, with no- other thought she thought to render comfort. L0! as thus they knelt she felt a touch upon her brow, and she heard a voice saying, llBlessed art thou, Myra, child of pity! Blessed be the tenderness of thy heart! N 0 longer shall they call thee one of bitterness, $but a new and dearer name shall herald thy coming. Eunicebk thou shalt answer to henceforth and for all time, in remem- brance of thy happy victory? , When at last she ventured to lift her gaze she saw that a white- robed priest had paused at her side and laid his sacred hands upon her forehead, leaving thereon a touch of wondrous sweetness and healing, and immediately there fell on her ears the sound of lovely chimes ringing out across the roaring city, announcement of the vesper hour. As Eunice rose to her feet she caught through the doorway the full glory of the light of the evening sun thrown aslant the evening sky. And she felt in her heart a great relief, like that which follows the shifting of a weight from onels shoulders, and a chastened content that surged over her long-tortured spirit as a swell 0f the deep sea overwhelms the sands of the low-lying shore. CAMILLA RINGHOUSE. Have you seen Ringler's Natatorium 9 a at! p:

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RN s Paige twanty-yive TH E C ARDI N AL Ellie 'CIJPmplP of 61mm. N the golden past there dwelt in a kingdom far away, a humble cottager, who lived with his good wife and little daughter, Myra, and worked from early morn till dewy eve to keep them in comfort and health. So well did he succeed that his family was known far and near for the happiness and cheer within the tiny plaster walls of its habitation, But it could not last. Truly have the poets sung of fading stars. So failed the ascendant light of the cottager. In the very prime of his existence, a blighting pestilence fell upon the l ,.; Village wherein they dwelt, and when it had passed on its scourging way, it was seen that some were missing from the familiar streets. Among them was the father of Myra. On the morn the Village bell ., T'i tolled his dirge the faithful wife sickened in her lowly home, and with lem. . , idealist to be revealed to her after months of earnest supplication of ' - ' the Muse. . the coming of the crescent of a new moon she gave up the struggle and slipped away to join her husband. Pitiable was the position in which the orphan was left; pitiable for i. t the sorrow which overwhelmed her heart, shaken with its two-fold grief; pitiable for the extreme poverty of her condition. Indeed, so utterly destitute of resources for a livelihood was she that when her future was Viewed for the hrst time dispassionate of any recollection of her loss, it was evident that there was but one solution to the prob- She realized she could not tarry for the fastidious career of an Her active young body must be clothed and the ever-stab- hing pangs of youthful hunger satisfied in a sufficient measure. So advised her faithful friends, and thus she yielded to the wisdom of their suggestions, and made ready to enter the factory of the far dis- tant metropolis. VVhereby unfolded this tale of grief and consolation. Now it befell the young girl that her long journey was attended with success, as was the application for entrance to the chosen estab- lishment, but despite all this, peace came not to the heart of Myra. 1va .r ?a r , . 11 t l' . ' to l. in 'x 2.. t Iii. k 'b It u- iuiwizihh ullr ' u ' .3 J life 4 Ifaqf' .1i .i: M i ' hue; i1 l 3 r? e - Li a 7- i t , l T . .. int: I'AI. .v. '7 Kw s . 'l. nth' Elen now the day seems marvelously long when our task suits not our taste. So dragged the time with Myra, who dwelt alone in her tiny room, living and grieving for the beloved memory of years gone by, and feeling each niorn as she rose, not the slightest semblance of the usual exhilaration which springs from wholesome rest. . Now it chanced one day that a fellow worker, o-bserv1ng the hope- less droop of her shoulders, held speech with her and effected a great relief. In the center of the city, said he, there stood a house .ofoprayer, which lifted its mighty bulk to the very stars, and afforded 1n 1tsqpro- portions accommodation for all who might choose to come. Hlther came those whom sorrow had visited and whose hearts. bowed down in despair; hither those whose spirit knew no consolation and could not rest content. Men called it llThe Temple of Tears? and Hocked :kSee dictionary of proper names.

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