Richmond Womans College - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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Snatching up his hat, Phil, with a most serious face, turned to Dorothy, Miss Winn, I will have to ask you to allow Mr. lidwards to see you home. Jack, won't you escort Miss Winn home? Saying this, Phil rushed out of Church with a most solemn air. No sooner had he reached the Church porch, however, than his serious air left him. Sitting down on the steps he laughed until he was weak. Why, I've made quite a reputation for myself, as well as helping out Jack,'l said he, when he had regained his breath. I' Hello, Bill, is that you? he called, seeing a figure near him. You did your part line, and here's your pay, throwing him a fifty-cent piece. Phil slowly walked home. Going into his room, he threw himself into a big chair and thought, at times an amused look coming over his face. I have done my part, it all rests with Jackf' I-le finished his cigar. I hope Jack won't stay forever, I must hear the end of this to-night. The clock struck eleven, half-past, and then twelve, but .lack did not come. At last, when the clock showed almost one and Phil's patience was nearly gone, the door opened and in walked Jack. Have you come at last? How did you and Dorothy get along? Oh, fine, but why are you up so late? Just gotten hack from your patient?'l said Jack, trying to evade further questioning. Yes, just gotten back, said Phil' laughing. Jack looked at him curiously, and then a light broke on his lace. Say, was all that a put up job? Phil laughed, but said nothing. Old fellow,'l said Jack striding up to him and wringing his hand, won't you be the best man? IC. W. A Romance They were walking in the moonlight. Silence prevailed. He held her hand. There was a slight flutter ol' the leaves. The silence was broken- 'flVIuriel, do give me your promisefl She hesitated. No, not to-night-maybe to-morrow. The rest of the way they were speechless. When they reached the porch, hc kissed her good-night, aml went his way, in a very troubled stale of mind. The next day eight-year-old Muriel promised ten-year-old Harold that she would not tell 'fMother that she caught him smoking cigarette stumps behind the big oak tree. B.

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with this clistinguisheml Divine no one knew, but as a result of the visit, he came out smiling anal saying softly, Well, that much is 3tCC0lllllllSll0tl.H Sauntering on up the st1'eet, Phil met a boy of about fourteen. Hey, there, Bill, he saiml, how woulcl you like to make a quarter? I ine.'l Well, you must do exactly as I tell you, antl not tell anybomly until it is all over. Alright, but what must I do? Phil gave his orclers. Do you agree?l' Yesg thatls an easy job. Very wellg here is your quarter, you flo it up all right ancl maybe you'll get another.'l Phil was now anxious for Sunday to come to see how his scheme woulcl work- At last the fateful mlay arrivecl. Sunclay afternoon Phil saicl, Say, Jack, suppose we go to hear Dr. Brackstone to-night. t'Oh, I mlonlt care. .lust before Church time Phil rushecl into his room. t'I've just gotten a ,phone message to visit Mr. Smith at once, so I can't go to Church with you. Hut you go ancl sit in pew Number 53, anml I will be there about ten minutes late. Be sure to save me plenty of room: you know I 1lon't like to be erowcle1l. anal with that he was off. It was ten minutes after eight. The choir hail just begun to sing the Gloria Patri when Phil walkecl in Church with a beautiful girl at his sicle. He boweml to the usher, ancl, when the young lacly was not looking, whisperell in his ear, Pew Number 53, please. .lack loveil music, anal he was listening attentively to the choir when he hearml the rustling of skirts. Looking arouncl he saw Phil anml Dorothy entering the pew. As she took her seat,besi1le him their eyes met, but, excepting a blush on both faces, they gave no signs of recog- nition. .Iaek's heart beat violently. To be sitting next to Dorothy anml still not speak! It was altogether a painful situation for both. W hat a mean trick in Phil, thought Jack, to try to torment me like this. I mlimln't think it of him. At this moment the preacher arose anml announeccl his text. I wish to speak to-night on forgiveness-forgive your enemiesf, Phil, who for some reason happenecl to be looking towarlls Jack, saw him suclclenly start, While the girl at l1is simle eolorecl fleeply anml bit her lip. Dr. Hrackstone preacheml an excellent sermon that night, pointing out thc follies of anger, anal, in conclusion, exhorting any one in the whole congregation who was angry with any one to be reconeileml that very night. Just at this moment a boy of about fourteen came rushing breathless up the miilclle aisle. Stopping at Phil's pew, he saiml in a whisper, loucl enough to bc hearml by all arounml, Dr. Staunton, Mr. Wright has just broken a blootl- vessel, anal seems to be mlying. Come at once, or it will be too latefl

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The Message of the Violet ES, you are more beautiful than I,-I admit thatg but 'tis no reason you should laugh at me. You are double aml have had more care, while all my growing I've done alone. All the more eredit to me that, though you in your beauty are placed here upon her dressing-table, yet I find a place beside ytlll. Yes, I admit too, that you are higher, but my stem is short and I'm quite satis- fied with my little vase. Still you laugh? Ah! wait until you've heard my story. They seemed to have quarreled dreadfully. l'laeh was so calm and deter- mined that I wonder what must have been the result had not I come to them. 'llhreels a crowd? That's nonsense where oneis a Hilower of love , besides, you must not interrupt. Anyway 'twas my opportunity, so I took advantage of it. Perhaps you've heard the song, since it is original with our family, that is, with us of the woodlands. I never knew.you of the hot-house and half doubt that we are kin at all. I begin to feel weak now, so must hasten. 'A I brmg ll, breath of spring time From leoofllrlnlls ielzere I grew., , I sang it as loud as I could, but neither seemed to hear. Soon the man began to dig the dirt about me with her parasol, and several times struck the big green leaves that hid me from view. The girl was looking far oii' among the trees across the brook, and there must have been some terrible misunder- standing, judging from this long intent gaze, for not once had she looked toward the man since I had first commenced to watch them. Although her face was turned away from me, I knew she must be V0l'y beautiful. The clear-cut profile, the chin tilted in an imliH'erent, independent way, and the mass of black hair coiled low on the neck made, to me, a beautiful picture. And I wondered Why the man's face looked so stern. The firm, square jaw, the mouth set in strong, drawn lines, the brows knit in a frown above the handsome eyes. Then so furiously he dug the ground about me that he broke the leaves from around aml badly bruised my stem. I continued my song, hoping by some chance to save myself from the sad fate that seemed awaiting me. 7'l1ere's ll kiss upon eucll, pelul, My lips are sweet IPIIHIV rleze.