Littleton College - Chatterbox Yearbook (Littleton, NC)

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260 THE CHATTERBOX. and psychological. But of course you knew the secret before you entered, or you could never have made your way. WVhat! Do you mean to say that May Spence let you go in that blindly-I mean seeing! She certainly enjoys her little pranks. But there's not an airship that she ean't control They say that the ships obey her instantly when she com- mands them in that powerful, masculine voice. 4'But who is this coming toward us? asked the Traveler, as there approached a happy damsel in the midst of a flock of sheep. Are you Bo-Peep T' he enquired of her. 'CHOW well you guessed! I am Jessie Cogdell, the colony shepherdess. Here in this beautiful pasture between the caanls I tend my tio-elcs of sheep. And this, turning to a little creature at her side who shook the silver bells about his neck, this is my gamboling lamb, the joy of my existence. Ah! I hear one bleating. I must go. Youill find the next landing straight ahead. At the ferry the Traveler was astonished to find his former escort. You didn't say that you wanted to cross all the eanalsf' she laughed misehievously, when he complained of the un-- necessary walk. But I see that you are here waiting for me,', he returned. f'Well, l'll take you directly to the mansion. At. the door you will find the keeper of the keys. In her hands is great power, and you must bow low before her. She is very digni- fied, very pompous, very awful. lfnder no circumstances offend her. Here we are. Good-bye. In fear and trembling the Traveler approached and in a well-worded speech addressed the egress in uniform and brass buttons. It was Josie Perry. She laughed softly. '4Oh, you want to see the mansion, don't you? Come right in. President Annie is busy with her daily wireless teleg-

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Tun CHATTERBOX. 259 And she did, indeed, but the Traveler found himself in a thick jungle and heard the laughing voice of the Colony sea- captain directing him to Follow the path, But oh! be wary! Follow the Path Till you reach the next ferry. Now, to follow a path is an easy matter, if there is a path to follow. The Traveler felt decidedly homesick as the thicket closed in about him. The queer Martian animals scampered about in the underbrush, the queerer Martian na- tives peered out from unexpected places. But no path was in sight He closed his eyes hopelessly, and then, in spite of himself, was suddenly speeding thru the thicket. ln the distance sounded the tinkling of bells. When he managed to open his eyes the Traveler looked out on a broad meadow. Not far beyond were flocks of sheep. And What do you think of the Blind Jungle W' was the abrupt query of some one behind him. He turned to see a maiden wearing on her sleeve a lmge red heart on which was written My heart. Room for all. Signed, Clee Reel. It's the jungle for the blind, continued Clee, in answer to his puzzled expression, a bit of philanthropy on my part. I haven't been here as long as my comrades so this is the sole expression of my life's aim-philanthropic origi- nality. VVhy, I broke my engagement with a watchmaker named O. N. Time for the sake of carrying out my mission. In the Blind Jungle there is no path, so to have eyes is no advantage,-'in fact to the contrary,' as the sea-sick French- man said when asked if he had dined. But a blind person, not being able to see that there is no path, is not disturbed by the fact, and is better off without one. So if a person unfor- tunate enough to have sight merely closes his eyes to his sur- roundings, the effect is the same. Oh, it's all very logical 4

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THE CHATTERBOX. 261 raphy correspondence with earth. Would you enjoy inspect- ing the garden until she is free 3 These are the chief Gardeners, she continued, when they had reached the flower beds, f'Gertrude Stantield and Sallie Johnston. 4'lfVhat are you doing 2 enquired the Traveler. Planting seeds, answered Gertrude. tWVe dig a trench and drop them in, and then cover them with mars. Cover them with Mars Z Cf course. On Earth you cover seeds with earthg on Mars, with mars. Some of my plants are blossoming. I give them all Latin- names, she added blushingly. Just ought to look at mine, interposed Sallie. Now, mine really amount to something. Here is a completely de- veloped Trigonometry formula. There is a perfect plan for an English paper, all ready to write itself out. On that bush yonder is a whole epoch in History, neatly recorded, abso- lutely memorized, and about to blossom. And beyond arc the psychological concepts all ready to be picked. Dull books begone! I tell you it's a fine garden! Come again. Now to find Annie, said Josie. 4'Oh! here she comes to meet you. Guess I'1n not wanted. Good-bye. Has Josie showed you everythingiv cried Annie disap- pointedly. I wanted that pleasure. Only the garden? You have merely made a beginning. Iiet us return to the mansion--This is the Supreme Court, opening the door into a sp-acious hall. At the far end, alone and dignified. sat Morada Farabow on a high dais. Judge Farabowf' said the President with great pride. 4'Sl1e has ruled with abso- lute justice in every case that has been tried. She has studied every phase of law and is master of her profession. - These, said Morada, coming forward eagerly, clutching a pile of sealed documents, 'tare the penalties. They are all