Medora High School - Medorian Yearbook (Medora, IN)

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'H-- - - A Betty 's Romance In the doorway of the cabin, Betty, a girl about eighteen years of age, with dark, wavy hair and brown eyes, stood gazing over the mountains. Here in the stillness of dawn she watched the sun as it rose in the valley and started on its journey across the sky. Every bird was singing his early morning song, and the dew glistened like diamonds from the leaves of the trees and grass. The flowers began to open their petals to the morning sung and the water in the streams, now swollen from the melt- ing snow on the mountain tops, as it came gushing over the rocks sounded to Betty like music in the stillness of the new day. Her father had gone to work and the cabin had been put in order, so, Betty decided to stroll along the side of the stream and gather flowers. Gilbert Jackson a near-by neighbor, while trimming trees in Hillcrest Orch- ard, spied Betty as she went jumping from rock to rock, gathering a flower here and a flower there. As the two had planned to enter college in the fall, Gilbert had a sudden desire to speak to Betty about her college work. Leaving the orchard he soon found Betty in a patch of violets by the stream. As he stood looking down at Betty in her light dress, with her slender delicacy, she reminded him of a white iris. With a pang of self distrust he wondered if he could ever make her care for him. Betty looking around spied Gilbert's boots and with a start leaped to her feet, let-ting her violets fall. Oh, how you frightened me, she ex- claimed. Sorry I frightened you so, said Gilbert, and your flowers-let me help you pick some more. ' Oh, no, she said, just let them go, -I was merely picking them for pleas- ure. Turning they started toward the cab- in and Gilbert asked, Betty, are you still planning to go to Silver City this fall to college? ' Yes, ' said Betty, I received a let- ter from Priscilla this morning and she said she had spoken for our rooms at the dormitory. I guess I will get to go too, said Gilbert, I have a room in a private home. Coming to the cabin Gilbert noticed that it was nearly noon so he bid Betty adleu and returned to the orchard. Gilbert did not see Betty again, since she was with her aunt in the city, until two months later when they left for Silver City. When they arrived, Betty was met by her room-mate, Priscilla Grant, there she left Gilbert and went to the dormitory, Betty studied hard for her A. B. de- gree and three years were almost gone before she realized it. Gilbert came every Friday evening to see Betty, but still she wanted no more than platonic friendship between them, which did not please Gilbert in the least. Betty returned home at the end of her third year and it was the last of July that her father was killed. It seemed to Betty that she could never stand it, as her mother had died when she was small and her father had been both mother and father to her. She returned to Silver City ln the fall with a sad and heavy heart but it was not long till she found one to help her bear her sorrow. One afternoon she was strolling through the park. It was a very gloomy day and the wind was blow- ing fiercely. Suddenly, as if it had jumped from the t-ree by her side, the rain came with a Swish and rush. Betty put up her umbrella and hurried down the slope. As she turned out on the har- bour road, a savage gust of wind tore along turning her umbrella wrong side out. She clutched at it in despair, And then-there came a. voice close by. Pardon me-may I olfer you the shelter of my umbre1la? Betty looked up. Tall, handsome, and distinguished looking-dark, melan- choly, inscrutable eyes-melting, musi- cal, sympathetic voice-yes, the very hero of her dreams stood before her in the flesh. He could not have more close- ly resembled her ideal if he had been made to order. Thank you, she said confusedly. We'd better hurry over to that lit- tle pavilion on the point, suggested the the unknown, We can wait there until this shower is over. It is not likely to rain so heavily very long. When they reached the pavilion and sat breathlessly down under its friend- ly roof, Betty laughingly held up her false umbrella. We are schoolmates, I see, he said, smiling at Betty's college colors, the bit of white and scarlet. That ought to be a sufficient introduction. My name is Jack Wells, and you are the Miss Younger, who gave the reading at the Philfomathic the other evening, aren't you? Yes, but I can't place you at all. -39-