Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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All, sliall I ever forgt rushed a horse, the earriat: street men raced after him. der of hoofs and wheels. t that scene of wild confusion ! Down the street e behind nickiny from side to side, and down the Screams anil shouts filled the place, and the thun- . policeman clutched at the reins of the terrified runaway as the horse dashed past. And in the plunging , swaying vehicle I made out our president, dignified and calmly smiling, and anon murmuring, Whoa, Bess; this is really ([uite conspicuous. Jump! Jump! a man cried, springing at the maddened animal. .She raised her eyelirows, smiling, and bowed to him. Then like a whirhvinil the horse dasheil against a mail-post and the carriage crashed intu a thousan l pieces. . nd Hazel? — she was thrown higher and higher, but wlien last I saw her she was smiling and waving her handkerchief serenely. Tlic picture faded ;ind the shaking-jelly trembled and revolved on its axis. Not changed in all these years, I said, weeping. Our dignified presi- dent, the same to the last. The next picture reflected in the crystal side was one of melancholy quiet. Our vice-president lay propped up with cushions, her fair, w ' an face lying back and the transparent lids closed over the tired eyes. Plainly, she was soon to breathe her last. The Angel wrote in letters of light : Irene Lacey told a joke on her to the A. M. boys and she lingered on. but never recovered. She died nine days after. Ah. so young to die, and so beautiful! The shaking-jelly quivered with a sigh and turned slowly to the next. (Jnlv a green grave with a modest stone. I bent closer and read the inscription : KATE B. HILL

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Senior Prophecy. Till , ( ' lass ..f ].,(.,:; liail drctcM im- incplu-l, ami I suffered an a-.iny I re-.|i. iiisiMlily ll is true I was not i-alleil u]).in Id lie I ' residenl. anil had nil cause di fear that s. mie n mseientii ais fanatic wonUl feel it his duty til assassinate me, nur had 1 lieen chosen tii the arduous place I l iet; 1 was aKi i spared the lein|italii m nf alisd mdini;- to Canada with the class finids ; Inn the |iMsitiiin in which I was placed is im easy iine. . s a vi inian i.f reputatii.n. I felt that I shi.nld he held ].ersiinally res]ii msihle if every destiny f ' re|.ild did iiiit c.iine trite ti. the letter. And fur this reasnn T resnlved nut tu write ni iipniiim, hut to wait until a special rex ' elation should come to me. I souf ht the riwelation: 1 ]iursned it. 1 wandered liy aters so ins])i:-in,t; to class lirophets of old; I sle]il. liopino a dream would lii ht up for an instant the silent halls of the future: I ohtained permission from the cm]ircss of the kitchen to .yaze into the L lowiuL; coals; and e eu snnn;L;]eil in a ci,L;arette. that I mii ht see faces of aluinn;e lloatiui;- aliottt in its iam.;s of smoke, as men iimphets never fail to do. I ' mt all in vain— the water made nie take chl. I alw;ivs dreamed of my hest sttitor. . tmt I ' riscilla closed the stove to pttt in the potiitoes. the cii arette t;ave me — the erou|i. ;nid ihe fnltire remained a dim, m stenons vast. lint as the last day drew ui.yh, necessity, that mother of invention, inspiration, and many other lahorimts children, (|ttickeneil ui ' susceptihilily, and the revelation came. I sat at dinner that ila - with a strant;e feelin! of connection with the spirittial. . nd i radtially . nnie ( ireen ' s steady htizz of ( ierman iihilosophers and Ihe Ini her love lulled me uitu drowsiness and I closed mv eyes. hen I opened them I found mxsclf alone in the dining-room with a spirit of liMht. ' idle heantiful visum stooij in a li;ilo of luminous cloml, llcr snow- while wiuus wrre folijcd; her h.air fell m l oIiIcu hillows ;,l,oiil thr in;u;uihcenl shoulders, h;ilf disclosm- the .alalusler tliro;,! and splendid ;irins. In her eyes lay a se.a ..f mystery and calm, and 1 kurw she ;is the ( niardian of the h ' titure, 1 s.al i|iutc slill in awed silence for ;i while, then I .asked in treiiililin,L; lone; (I .S]iirit of d ' rnlh, , n.i;el of Destiny, unlock for uie, 1 ]iray, the portals of f;ite; nuroll for me the scroll of the conuii- ears ; tell me, 1 implore thee, the f.ate of our ten. She smiled, and the place shone with her smile, and liftins;- her ivory arm she wa ' eil a -olden rod oxer the ten-sided shakiny-ielly on the center of the lahle. The jelly Iremliled .•iiid Inrneil cloudy, hut when it cleared a-ain. I beheld a vision of the future. i6

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And tlie Ijl-cjs ami biittcrHics Ik-w by and the sun shone on the grass- covered nionnd. I wiped away a tear. When I looked again the jelly was shaking as with convulsion. What is Irene into now? I wondereil. A great conuuolion was going on — an explosion I Tl(e center was auhirl, but at the edges I made out flying teeth and hair and a foot. Report after re]inrt. as of cannon, caused the startled hair on my head to stand on end. What is it? Oh, tell me, I cried. The Angel wrote: She went to a strange city where there was nobody to tell her grievances to ; she stood the silence two weeks, then she exploded. I looked back with a shudder, but the scene was gone, and tlie shaking-jelly turned slowly and tremblingly. r)ur p. let next, 1 knew, and I waited expectantly fur the noljle death of a .great wom.iii. I )eli])erately the mould turned, and deliberately it settled and came to a stand, and I beheld the livelv Elizabeth in the act of committing suicide by hanging herself, I shrank back, and the .Angel wrote: .She thinks it will be such a good practical joke on her mother to find her there. When I looked again the shakin.g-jelly had changed color and taken on a rose light, while a delicate perfume of lilies (imported from Cologne) fiUed the air, and I saw . nnie l.irein reclining an a p lush luunge of decided elegance, holding with her last breath a book of German Philosophy. She died of the most stylish disease known at the time, the Angel wrote, in pink ink, acute inflammatory apoplexy of the pyloric appendix on the posterior . esophagus, Ah, I should have guessed it, I gaspe.l : how like her! - .n imported dis- ease, I know. Next the transparent side showed the fate of our sweet and studious little Myrtle. : wild joy-dance of I ' cejees round a boiling pot in which resided the bones and flesh of their belovi-d missionary. Dut their ardor was somewhat dampened when it was found that the flavor of Trigonometrv permeated even the marrow. The shaking-jelly revolved du its pivot and I In. iked with eager fear to see the fate of Helen, m ' best-loved friend. She spiod .ahme in the beauty of her wiMnanliood, Lively anil lovable, but suddenlv the demonic figure of a lunatic rushed out, with a pistol in one hand, a dagger in the other, and a club in another. The fiend rushed at her with shrieking words, but Relen, too polite to turn her back, smiled as if with a smile to turn him from his wild purpose. On he dashed, and I closed my eyes before the awful deed was done. yMi, how nnich I wish Shakespeare could have seen the next jjicture before he wrote his Ixomeo and Juliet! . scene of moonlight and love. The gentle, romantic h ' annie was in the act of eloping with the milkman. Beneath her