R J Reynolds High School - Black and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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26 THE BLACK AKD GOLD Ellie mine Svhnp N the section of Paris known as St. Antoine is fl li a little wine shop. It seeins to be the ineeting place of the common people and is now crowded. EQI QZ The bar at the lower end of the room is sur- rounded by rough-looking nien. as are also the tables scat- tered throughout the rooni. The people are talking and drinking, but inost of thein appear to be nlore interested in the conversation than in their wine. One of the inost frequent reniarks heard is this, VVe'll find out when they conief' Two nien entered the shop and they niust be the they' who the people are looking for, because talking suddenly ceases and all eyes are turned on theni. One of the new- coniers is a stout. dark inan. the other, tall and hungry look- ing. The stout nian is Defarge, the shop keeper, and he in- troduces his coinpanion as the one who can tell you all. Hurry! Coininencef' the people cry, and the inan thus connnanded, begins : I ani a roadniender. About a year ago I was working on the roads just outside of Paris, when I saw 3Ionseigneur's carriage coining up the hill. I looked around and under the carrage I saw Gaspard hanging by the chair. He was white with dust. YVhen the carriage reached the top of the hill he juinped out and disappeared over the hill. That night Monseigneur was niurdered. t'That night Gaspard canie to my little hut and asked for food. He told nie how llonseig-neur had killed his little child and that he had followed hiin honie and niurdered him for revenge. He had hid in the woods that day. He stayed with ine for eleven months, hiding in the woods when he thought he was in danger of discovery. HBut he could not reniain hidden forever. One day

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 25 on eaoh other. Suddenly a cloud enveloped them, and though we were in the bright sunlight, I could see no more of the fight for a long while. I Oh! my child, that must have been a terrible fight, for the thunder ruinbled in the air and onoe Rustum's horse uttered a dreadful ery, which sent a shudder through the Persians and caused the river to eurdle. At last the cloud disappeared, l looked, and lo! Sohrab was lying upon the ground with Rustum standing above him. Rustum appeared to be talking to Sohrab, and I heard Sohrab say, louder than the rest of the Conversation: 4' tThe mighty Rustum shall avenge my death.' Nl knew that the iight was over and tears oame to my eyes to see that brave, beautiful boy, for boy he was, lying there upon the sand, only waiting until death should Come to him. Then night came on and a cold fog crept from the Gxus. Soon a hum arose. and fires began to twinkle through the fog. for now both armies moved to camp, and took their meal, and Riustum and his son were left alone. -Callie A. Lewis, 'l-1. ,,,,fflll :E ll -X uultke wx? WU'''lim'mnuulllllllm. lg Nw Q--'el ,Qs ,N 'gxxmxifa I uuth W' -' In -- bd 's usp' Q7 QE 2 .4359

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THE BLACK AXD GOLD 27 about sunset I was preparing to go home when I saw six soldiers coming over the hill with some one a prisoner be- tween them. IVhen they came closer I saw it was poor Gas- pard. He was carried on to the yillage. and put in the pris- on. He wasput in an iron cage like a wild beast. About two weeks after this. I went to the yillage one bright morning and there, by the fountain. I saw a scaffold. forty feet high. It l1ad been erected silently during the night while we were asleep. You may be sure there was no work in the village that morning. There was only gather- ings and whispering by the fountain. About midday Gas- pard was brought out in the midst of many soldiers and hanged-forty feet high. That is all. messiers, except this: Monseigneur was the cause of Gaspard death and of his childs. How say you '? Shall not his race be registered '? Deep frowns were on the listener's faces. Vvith one accord. they answered. Yes Registered as doomed to destruction. Mon- seigneur's race to the latest generation. -Grace Foltz, '14, li.-.. . Q9ft in the -Sviillg Night Oft in the stilly night. Ere slumber 's chain has bound me. My mother brings the light, And wraps the coyers 'round me. XYhen shels gone away, And taken all the light, The ghosts come out to play, And I get cold with fright. -Nellie Reid, '15