Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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THE BLUE AND WHITE 13 before him. Then the boy, with trembling hand, held the torn photograph up 1 o the man and with a voice that choked with tears cried, “Look, look! You must be my father. The boy did not hear the reply, because the tired little body, who had for many years been without the touch of kindly hands felt itself crushed against a big coat and a voice choked with i motion cried, “My son! Nell’s boy! God only knows how I’ve suffered for my mistake.” finally after the man had satisfied himself with the boy’s identity, he said softly, “Come, son you must come home. The little boy pointed to the still body of his pal but couldn’t say anything. The man seemed to understand, for he said gently, “Yes son, the little dog shall go too.” Thus in the great monster that had blotted out the little dog’s life, the bey, wrapptd in a w-aim wooly blanket with the silent little friend in his arms, was taken aw'ay to a newf home. Looking up at the sky in order to blink back the tears that choked him, he seemed to see in the tiny star looking down upon him in benediction and happiness, the face of the common little cur—“Spotty.

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12 THE BLUE AND WHITE fore. So little Nell had continued to room at the poor boarding house and work at the bank, while she saw her husband but seldom. Then came a great opportunity, planned by the wise old father, and the son went away to work in a distant city. At first he sent money regularly to his bride for her support. As time went on, new interests claimed his attention, and so the father thought less and less cf his wife back home. When the little son was born Nell wrote to her husband of the great event. After that she no longer heard from him and soon lost track of him entirely. By struggling desperately, Nell had managed to live until her boy was ten years old; and then when she passed into the country beyond, she left her son with nothing but a picture of his father. The boy knew merely that the face smiling into his eyes was lhat of his father, for his mother had often told him about “father. After her death he had been alone, homeless, and friendless in a large city. At last, when the boy could endure the cold no longer, he would c'.ing close to the wall of some building with the dog In his arms. Spotty,” he said gently, “Spotty, that’s my father! Ain’t ho grand! Nope, I don’t 'know his name, but Nellie, that's ma, you know, when she died she told me to find him, and gave me this picture. And when we find him Spots, we’ll live in a big house with carpet and servants and all! Gee, Spots, there’ll be a nice house for you, and heaps of bones and meat. Gee whiz!” the boy sighed, and his voice broke, while the picture in his cold hand fell to the pavement. Suddenly a gust of wind swept it into the street. Must he let the wind carry away [what meant the only chance of finding “father.” No never. He ran in pursuit and the dog gave chase. “Get it, Spots!” But just as the dog’s teeth sank into the paper there came a sudden blur of light, a grating sound of brakes and of heavy wheels, and of a dog’s howl of pain “Spotty.” With a great sobbing cry the boy rushed to the dog and gathered him up in his arms, just as the dog whimpered his last. Then for the first time in years the little boy cried, with the body of his faithful dog in his arms. “Look here, son.” A man's kind voice broke in. “I’m dreadfully sorry, but maybe I can do something for your dog if you’ll let me.” The boy raised dark angry eyes to the gentleman bending over him, and the angry look left his eyes, for the man looking down upon him was the man in the picture. “Gee,” the boy whispered, “my father!” As the words left his lips the man who had been smiling gravely, suddenly looked at the boy intently, while a vivid picture of the little girl, whom he had so long ago married came

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14 THE BLUE AND WHITE JUST TWO By SADIE CAMPBELL, '27. 'Twas midnight in the garden. The two were all alone; Not a word was said by either. He breathed in a deep loud tone. She was a bright eyed blonde While he a handsome brunette; His arms were encircled round her waist. But not a sound was heard as yet. She nestled closer to his side Placing her head upon his shoulder; He didn’t mind the thing a bit, For he was a great deal older.