Peterborough Collegiate and Vocational School - Echoes Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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if A Z- Dream mill 'ISIS by IP LLOYD HARVIE V B AC. I could hear the pounding hoofs more dis- tinctly now and, pausing to cast a terrified look behind me, I saw that the huge, black horse was gaining on me. Only one more block and I'd be home. Ah yes! That's our number. I rushed up the steps and into the houseg now that big, black, red-eyed devil couldn't get me. Almost instantaneously with this thought there came a terrifying crash and a splintering of wood at the front door. Above this barrage of sound came a blood-curdling neigh that could only come from the chest of a crazed horse. With a cry of terror I sprang up from the couch into which I had collapsed and began to pile chairs and tables up against the door which led from the living room into the hall. As I rushed into the adjoining room to get the kitchen stove I could hear the sharp hooves shattering the Hoor boards in the hall. I grab- bed the stove and ran back into the living room where I planted it, still smoking, on the top of the chesterfield. fTake it easy now, mother! It was only a dreamj Just as I was stooping to pick up the quarter I had lost three years ago, there came the sound of rending wood and glancing hooves mingled with the bellicose scream of the horse. With palpitating heart I peeked timidly through the keyhole but was nearly blinded by the glaring eyes of the monster which was peering in at me. It started to laugh horribly, its glossy sides quivering in an ecstacy of triumph. You can't get away, it snarled. I waited for no more, but snatching the quarter off the sofa I ran for the stairs. When I got about half-way up I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to switch on the escalator and so I dashed down into the cellar and turned it on. While I was down there I decided to split the kindling for Gramp. The old chap would appreciate that. As I was climbing back up the cellar steps I paused to listen and above the rattle of the street cars I could barely distinguish the rasp- ing voice of the horse and the sibilant whisper of Boris Karloff as they conversed out in the - ff, X Qc Q bg 5 be BJ 1 could .see flu' f1or.se'.s flvufl 6'llIl'I'fjiIlff from the iff'-ljllUlf'.H hall. The horse seemed in favour of breaking in the door with his forefeet but at this sug- gestion Boris went into a furious tirade which he concluded by saying that the landlord wouldn't like it anyway. I mounted the re- maining cellar steps in a bound and as I dashed into the living room I could see the horse's head emerging from the keyhole and the green hand of Karloff squeezing through the crack under the door. The only place left to hide in now was the attic. I scrambled up the stairs, screaming at the top of my voice, and pulling the steps up after me so as to impede the progress of the two awful demons who were following me. As I was packing the last step away in its allotted space in my bureau drawer the horse appeared on the landing at the foot of the stairs. With pounding heart I shinnied up the tree leading into the attic and as I climbed I could hear the vicious snorts of the horse and feel his hot breath on my ankles. I leaped from the top limb of the tree on to the attic floor and ran for the widow, determined to leap to my death rather than be crushed under those flailing hoofs. I pulled myself up on to the window ledge and stepped off into space. As I fell I could feel the wind snatching at my trouser legs and looking far down into the dimly lighted street CCo'nti11ued on Page 873 Page T'zve11ty-five

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Frost by MARJORIE FOSTER, SP. com. Frost-crystal, sparkling diamonds on the branches, on the wires, on the sidewalk, on the bare, cold ground and on the window panes in dazzling patterns. In the little grey house at the end of the street, Mary gazed sleepily on her frosted window pane, then shivered and reluctantly slid out of bed. Why did she have to be born in this cold country-why not in the South Sea Islands or Africa? A thousand thoughts rushed to her mind. How could she live through a winter and support her younger, invalid brother? This was her first winter alone since her mother had died. A few minutes later she hurried into the tiny adjacent living room, where Danny spent his long days and nights on a couch by the window. A small, pale-faced boy with tousled dark curls lay with his face resting in the cup of his hand. He looked happy, but his wide blue eyes held a fanciful and strangely wistful expression as he gazed at the window. beautiful in its frosty patterns. He looked at his sister as she entered the room, a worried frown on her face. Why, Mary, aren't you happy? Look What's happened in the night, Frostdia has come back! Mary looked at him with surprise and some- thing of fright. Oh, dear Heaven, surely his head wasn't becoming affected! What was he talking about? Seeing she didn't understand, he hurried on to explain. Oh, you don't know about Frostdia and Princess Crystal. Well, she's Queen of Frostdia on the Window Pane. That's the name of the country I made up. Don't you see all the wonderful castles and trees and flowers in her land. She only lets me visit her country in the winter and then I have such fun with Slumber Song by MARY WAHE, nv A Ac. Let thy dear head rest upon my breast While sleep do lull thee, Let thine eyelids close in calm repose And in mine arms I'll fold thee. Let thine eyes of brown, in slumber drown, CAnd, soft curls. llll caress thee.J Thou'lt sleep as deep as fairies sleep. So tenderly I'll bless thee. - As he rushed on breathlessly, with flushed cheeks and shining eyes, practical Mary decid- ed she had been letting him read too many books, which Miss Keys was forever sending over from the district library. Yet, the frost pat- terns did look rather like castles and flowers when one looked at them long enough, so she smiled her gay smile at him and ran over to kiss him impulsively. When she was leaving, he refused to be moved from the draughty window and begged her not to make the room too warm lest his Frostdia disappear. As she went out of the door he called after her as always, Good luck! but added, Re- member, Princess Crystal brings good luck. Passing the Employment Bureau, when she got down town, she went in, on an impulse, just to see if her name had moved up any on the list. What was her joy when the woman at the desk said: Well, Miss Lamont, I am glad you came in. I have a position which, I think, will suit you. A young writer, Mr. Michael Whitney, wants a girl with typing experience to help him prepare his manu- scripts. I thought of you at once. The pay won't be much, but it will be better than what you are getting in that Ten Cent Store. her in the castles and . Dazed with joy Mary among the lovely frost WW j took the card Miss Per- flowers. She'S Very .I 'L kins handed to her and beautiful. Her hair is all Kiwi srff 1 1 'V K i . Walked towards the dgor, silvery with diamonds , yf XNWX fi'.Q,,'.f, ,l Then Suddenly Danny's in it. And, Mary, if you ,M ,ll il eager Words came to are kind to her, she'll ,I lil. le 1, ? her. Remember Princess brin good luck to you. A- -4-1 'yllv A, 'f 5. I , f.. Q Crystal brings good Lastyear when she first X 1 1 wif , ' ff ! lucky She laughed aloud, came I got my new .I N ,ggijgijl fl X much to the startled Miss couch that day, and 4' N cf-ti ' Perkins' surprise, and Mother sent me a red X A5 fi - rushed out the door. rose from her hospltal' 0 K An hour later she sat in Then when I Put my fi ff ' I a tiny, dingy office, but hand on a castle the next if ' , I X . ,fl how She was to day and melted if off, I ' if be there! M1-I Whit- had a bad ache again, and I broke my China 'Trostflia has come back, he said. HSILG,-S' queen fcgntinugd on dog bank. of Frostdia on the Window Panef, Page 855 Page T wenty-seven