Park City High School - Kalendar Yearbook (Knoxville, TN)

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always lived. The two children had studied together under the supervision of Rev. Guy Heins, the pastor of the one small church in the town. Joyce had always wished that Tom might go abroad: here was his chance and if possible, she must make him go. About an hour ofter Joyce's departure she came 'cramping back. Tom looked up at her as she shook the snow from her coat, then she held up an envelope for him to see. . Look at this, she said, with a note of triumph. Who's it from? Aunt Elisabeth. And, Oh Tom! she has asked us to visit her for two weeks. We 'll be up there in time for the entertain- ment. I thought she was in California. No! no! and Uncle Markie is home again too. Won't it be fun to see New York? And Joyce jumped up and flung her arms about TOlII1,1S neck. , It was the night before the day to start. Joyce had her clothes laid about on chairs, tables and even her bed. Suddenly the bed-room door opened and Tom stood in the door-way. Joyce looked up, laughing from a pile of clothes 'on the floor. Sis announced Tom, I'm not going. Why, Tom! Now, don't argue sis, there's no use I've been talking about it to Jack Bradley and I've decided that its useless. I can't do it.', Hang Jack Bradley, sobbed Joyce, What does he know about it? Brer, you must. I'm not going to do it, and I'm not going to Aunt Elisa- beth 'sf' Joyce threw herself across the bed and sobbed as though her heart would break. Tom left the room and Joyce soon heard the front door slam. The little girl on the bed did not sob long for soon she sat up erect -and said aloud while her face grew determined. Tom Linden, if you don 't, I will. Your name is on that program and it can 't be changed now. Then Joyce got her book of poems and set to work. All night long the light burned. When Joyce locked her suit-case next morning Tom was nowhere about, so she gave her suit-case to the express man and went down fto the depot. All day fan-d all night the train rum- bled hong and it seemed to one 1-ititle passenger that the journey would never end, Uncle Markie was waiting at the ferry on the New Jersey side. On the way across the Hudson Joyce ex- 50

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The Charge of the Light Brigade ' ' Tom, said the minister, touching Tom 's arm as he hurried by, here is a good chance for you. Torn stopped suddenly. What is it? he asked. Professor Newberg writes me that they, the citizens of New York, are going to hold an entertainment in Madison Square Garden. Now Professor Newberg, I understand is sending to different towns 'for inftellilgent bfoys and girls to take parts, and he says that I am to choose one from here. So I am asking you to go. Every b-oy and every girl that does well is to have a two year 's course of study, at the government 's expense, in Europe. Thank you, Mr. Heins, for choosing me, said Tom. Then you will go? I'll decide to-night, answered Tom. That evening Joyce, Tom 's sister, noticed that Tom looked worried, she put her arms about his neck and asked, What's the matter Breril' ' Oh, nothing much. I've something to tell you. All ears, announced Joyce gaily. Well, Mr. Heins has asked me to go to a thing-a-bob up in New York. A what? Keep still for a second and you'll hear. There's to be an entertainment in New York and certain kids are asked to take part. Mr. Heins said that Professor somebody asked him to appoint some one from this town. Mr, Heins lit on me. If a fellow does bully at the entertainment he gets a two year's course in Europe. Tom, you must go. It's well and good for you, to say that. If you were the fellow you'd change your tune. Tom, I don 't consider that you have a right to say any- thing like that. Brer, she added please go. Pshaw! you can give my name to Mr. Heins if you 're set on it. Tell him I'11 try. That's it, cried Joyce jubilantly, I'm going this minute. Tom sat and thought while Joyce was gone. I-he was glad to be alone for a few minutes. Tom and Joyce were twins, their parents had died, leaving them a little money in the bank and a small house in the small western town where they had 49

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plained why she had come alone, her plan to take Tom's place and expressed her apprehensions on the subject. Uncle Markie looked at her with admiration. You are a brick, he ejaculated. Bat Uncle Markie, said Joyce, I will have to have my hair cut. Not on your life, girlie. I have a plan. llWhat?77 Why, I had an English soldier suit made for Tom and you shall have it. You can put your hair into the cap. HUncle Markie, I'm going to practice every minute now. Isn't it a shame that some of the children who Were to take parts have typhoid? You had better rest some. You 'll be sick yourself. After all is over, not until then. At last the night came and Uncle Markie had a cab called to take Joyce to Madison Square Garden. No one noticed the cloaked figure go into the side entrance. Joyce waited patiently while one after another of the boys and girls went forward to speak. Soon it would be her turn. How her heart thumped- Woiild it burst? . There was one in the audience who had a guilty conscience. Tom had come up with Jack Bradley. Had the people crossed out his name? H'e was soon to find out. The curtain was down and the band was playing. Suddenly the curtain rose. There stood an English soilder. Jack nudged Tom and pointed to the programs which had been put upon each side of the stage. The boards bore in large letters: Charge of the Light Brigade -Thomas Linden. Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, How the words rang! The house was hushed instantly. Tom gasped and looked at Jack and Jack looked at Tom. The soldier whip- ped out ra sword an-d waving it shouted: Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wondered 3 Plunged in the battery smoke Right through the line they broke, Cassock and Russian Reel 'd from the sabre stroke Shattered and sunder'd, Then they came back, but not Not the six hundred. 51