Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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8 Cbe Blue anfc White. tiering what he could mean, in the council chamber of the Indians a meeting of great importance was being held. Fleet Deer wras demanding Mary. The Indians were unwilling to give her up. but could not resist this young brave on account of his rank and winning ways. He told them that they had caused the Great Chief enough sorrow, that they had caused his gray head to bow- low, lower than he had ever caused any of their fathers. As he talked in the musical voice of his tribe he slowly won the young braves. But the hardest task still lay before him. He had not yet consulted the old chiefs. He told them that the great white chief would forever show gratitude and never more wage war on this tribe of Indians. He recounted the deeds of braves and of whites. He upheld the braves so that the chiefs could see that they were far superior to the whites. After this long speech there was a pause; liven the old ruler got up and said, “Fleet Deer may take Wings of Night and set her on her way to the Fort. In return he must at once take an Indian into his wigwam. Av! This was a blow and well did they know it. Had not the young chief said that he would never take an Indian maiden into his wigwam? Did not the young brave’s heart lie in the w'hite girl’s hand? Had he not watched every move when she wras in the fort? Was he not always on the alert that no harm should befall her? Yes, all these and many more were his attentions. Now, to save her live, he must forever be taken away from her sight by taking an Indian maiden into his wigwam. “Fleet. Deer will do as Big Reed requires. He will take Red Wing into his wigwam. In exchange Wings of Night must have a horse and provisions for her journey.” Mary was brought forth. Rig Reed stood before her and said, “Wings of Night is free co go to the home of her fathers. What Fleet Deer asks he receives. Farewell.” Her horse was brought forth and just as she was mounted she saw Fleet Deer. She put iorth her hand and gave him the clasp of thank fulness. She then slowly rode down the trail. As she looked back she saw' Fleet Deer standing on a rock, his arms folded, his head back, look straight before him. His form stood out in outlines against the evening sky. CLAIRE SHULL, ’22. ‘‘0,” “U.” A LETTER CAME one morning to Mrs. Hamilton, the married daughter of Mr. Crawford, the principal of Lynn High School. It was from her mother so she read it aloud to the children. She read thus: “Dear Mary: “I must write and tell you what happened to your poor dad. This afternoon Henry Stine, our neighbor’s boy, came over to play and shot him in his bedroom and ran home.” (Here she suddenly stopped with an awful groan. She read cn.) “We knew nothing of it until supper time. When he didn't appear we began to investigate and found him there.” She could read no further.

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Zbc «luc ant XU bite. to unfold his plan to Don and Kewa. He proposed to put on the bear skin which the Eskimo had given Don. He would conceal on his person ail the gold money, and other valuables, in their possession. While their sled was descending a long slope, he left his friends. Lynn was not perceived by the ether party because they were ascending the one side of the hill while Don and his pals were descending the other Lynn ambled about and soon saw' Don and Kewa overtaken. They were forced to halt. Although Lynn could not hear what was being said he saw that the would-be robbers were searching Don, Kewa, and the baggage. Not finding their hoped-for loot, the men looked about them. They seemed to be searching for a place where the treasure might have been hidden. Nothing attracted their gaze except a polar bear. A cold chill passed o er Lynn as he thought that they might shoot him. Hut they were piobably too disappointed and angry to think of it. They drove oft in the direction from which they had come and were soon out of signt. As i-oen as it was deemed safe Lynrf joined his companions and they continued their journey to Nome. LEAH SMITH, ’23. FLEET DEER. rp'IIE SETTING SUN cast a golden glow over an Indian village which was in a great stir because her young men had just returned from a battle with the English. Their task or driving the English and French from Indian territory seemed impossible; but they had just accomplished a very great deed, something that would cause the great chiet of the English to weep and mourn. Had they not killed his son? Did not the chief’s own son wear his scalp on his belt? They had also captured the great chief’s only daughter. Dearly would she pay for the great braves who had fallen under the lire of the English. The maiden had bten placed in a lint which stood in the middle of the village. As she sat mourning over her brother’s fate and wondering shaf could have happened to her father, the curtain ovei the door slowly parted and a handsome young brave filled the entrance. He was the typical Indian except that the lines of nis face w'ere softer and smoother than the ordinary Indian’s. His eyes though fearless gave the girl a look of admiration and wonder. Indeed, she was deserving of such glances for as she stood before him. a young, lithesome, and muscular girl, she gave him a fearless and haughty glance. She was dressed in a heavy waist and buckskin shirt. The brave wore buckskin trousers and heavy moccasins. On his arms and around his neck were ornaments. On his breast was painted an eagle. The leathers in his hair designated his higli rank. As lie stood before her with his arms folded, Mary McDonald admired the handsome picture. He spoke in a low, soft, musical voice. “Wings or Night show no tear because Fleet. Deer will give her aid. Walt! Fleet Deer will come again.” Silently and quietly he slipped away. Meanwhile as Mary sat won-

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Zhc Blue an til bite. 9 ----------a----------------------------------------------------|—;----------: Slit decided 10 go lo her home immediately. She 'phoned the sad news to her husband who was at work. By the time he had reached home Mrs. Hamilton had secured a neighbor to stay with the children. They hoarded the 10.40 train. The trip homeward was one of dire suspense, although it was merely an hour’s ride. Upon arriving they marly ran to the house. The wife rushed in tiie side door, threw her arms around her mother’s neck and cried. Mother! Mother! Tell me all about it!’’ Why, Mary, wh it does this mean? What am I to tell you?” About daddy's being shot. What was the trouble? When's the funeral? Tell me all about it!” “My dear child, your father isn’t shot. Where did you hear such a thing? He’s at school.” But, mother, here’s the letter!” The mother took the letter and smilingly read: “Dear Mary, I must write and tell you what happened to your poor dad. Henry Stine, out-neighbor’s boy, came over to play anil shut him in his bedroom, and ran home. We knew nothing of it until supper time. When he didn’t come, we began to investigate and found him there. When we learned what had happened we nearly died laughing. Well, must close for this time. Love, Mother.” HOLLAND L. A’DAMS. '22. DICKERY, DICKERY, DOCK. AltOIE DOONE was a senior at Chester High. Naturally she was proud of the fact. She had come from Ireland when quite small and received her education in the United States. Her Irish brogue and sense ol humor had made her popular in school. Chosen class orator, she had maintained the honor throughout her high school course. But one fact marred her happiness at present. It would fall to her lot to deliver the valedictory address at commencement. That meant new clothes. Now the Boones were not rich. In fact, the only thing they possessed was a noble ancestry and some antiquated furniture which they had brought from Ireland as a memento of those dead nobles. Margie's mother sympathized with Iter daughter’s ambitions as she, herself, had been a belle in her day. Margie's father could have furnished the desired commencement frock had he approved of it, but with a shrug of his shoulders said. “You have a whole litter of dresses; wear one of those. The girl argued and explained, but to- no avail. Biting her lip in vexation she leit the room and ascended the stairs, dolefully to her room. At the top of the stairs stood a grandfather's clock, an ancient affair. Margie had never, in all her life, remembered its keeping correct lime. The sight of the clock angered Margie. Every nook in the house was filled with such useless junk. She gave the pendulum a shove as she passed it. But, evidently, the movement was more than a shove, for it knocked the pendulum from its place, and it crashed to the floor.