Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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2 © ♦JUNIOR YEAR ROOK. AT TWILIGHT. PRIZE POEM BY HELEN GRAY. The golden sunset’s clouds are dimmed The sky is cold and gray, Prom nowhere rise the cool night winds, So fades the weary day. The hurrying clouds go by above Like tired flocks to the fold, Save some small islands faintly tinged. By the sun’s last rays of gold. The weary cattle low at the gate Awaiting the milkmaid’s call. The sleepy birds stir in their nests. Then darkness covers all. So fades the uncertain light of day So tired, so faint, to sleep, The wearying noise and din all sink To quiet, sweet and deep. It happened in a crowded car in Chicago. Tired women were sitting un¬ comfortably crowded, and tired men were standing. All were in an ill humor. The car swung rapidly around a curve and one of the men who had been standing, a very ordinary citizen, found himself suddenly seated in a lady’s lap. He rose at once, and politely lifting his hat, said, “I beg your pardon, I, am a foreigner.” No one caught the force of his remarks, but the countenances of all speedily changed when he explained, ‘‘You see, I am a Laplander.”

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♦JUNIOR YEAR ROOK. 19 its your treat then,” and lounging out of the door, the Texan proceeded toward Hk :ce where Jack had just dismounted. “ir Pard,” he called, “its my treat, come over and have one with me.” j;a : rned slowly, his face set and his eyes gleaming somberly from the heavy brows. E mean that,” he asked. ‘ said the other, his hand shifting easily to his hip. you dog, take that.” A puff of smoke, a flash and two shots rang out together. J i : stood there, a grim smile on his face, a clean cut hole in his hat, watching the Texan » half turned and fell a huddled heap in the dust. ” ere was a sudden rush from the saloon and in an instant the two were surrounded by a c v e of angry men. s ’ said one, “this is murder.” “Aye, but he was warned,” muttered a man on the out- ssi :s Jack stood, the still smoking revolver in his hand and said, “I gave you all warning a : am ready to take the consequences.” ard said the post master, “you had no reason.” “ r eason! man!” turning fiercely upon him. “Read that and tell me if 1 was not justified.” 1 :h a swift gesture he thrust a worn letter, the letter he had given him a long before, into 5 hand. Yes, read it,” murmured the crowd, as they pushed close. Unfolding the letter, the post ister began:—“For months I have heard nothing from you, and now I write again at your d address. Again you have tailed. Oh, Jack, how could you, after promising so faithfully : eep from the cursed stuff, and Jack, my heart is broken, for our baby boy is dead. Died ecause I could not get medicine and food and fire for him, and you were the cause. You! 1 ! May God forgive you for I never can, and I pray you may suffer as you have made us 5 ffer. God helping me I will never look on your face again. Remember that you have giv- en up all a man holds most dear, wife, home and child, for that cursed stuff.”— He paused and looked around, a hoarse murmur arose, and the crowd parted leaving a lane, down which Jack walked to where his horse was standing, and vaulting lightly into the sad¬ dle, rode slowly away toward the fast darkening foot hills.

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H. P. LITTLE, SUH’T MOMEMCE UMION SCHOOLS.