Sandy Township High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Du Bois, PA)

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6 SANDY TOWNSHIP 11 Kill SCHOOL FLAMBKAT Sh told this to no one except Mary. Ono day she sat looking at a newspaper, Beading rapidly tin advertisement list, sin no ticed the following advertisement: Wanted:—dirt for doin j housnrork or famili of tiro, othiiiff too hard for a t irl sixteen to do. This greatly pleased Sarah, and sin at once made up her mind to go. Kven if it is too hard for tin . sin said to herself, • I don't m ed to stay. Surely 1 can find some other plaee if this doesn't suit me. There are ever as many plaees waiting for a girl to do housework. Oil the following day she made an exetise to Mrs Perkins to go to town. Her oxenso having been aeenptod she started to see alwuit her position. Drews', the people that she was going to si e, did not live in this town, hut in Bakcrtowu, almut fifty miles from where she lived. She hadn't money enough of her own to pay her way. so Mary gave, her enough for her needs and a little extra. Sarah arrived at the Drew home that evening about four o’eloek. She had never traveled mueli, hut by her intelligence, sin got along very nicely. She was a little hit timid about ringing the door hell, but finally she picked up courage to ring it. A tall slender lady answered the hell. Sin indeed had a very pleasing look. which at once caus« d Sarah to feel at home. “How do you do , said Sarah in a modest way. ( 1 mm 1 evening , said Mrs. Drew. •••Inst step inside here. 1 suppose you have come to answer that advertisement? •Yes , answered Sarah, “It is for you to choose whether you want me to work for you. I think I am capable of doing almost everything alsmt housework, as 1 have never done any other kind of work. Sarah was gladly accepted. She did not go back to Perkins' nor even write them where she was. Mr. and Mrs Drew listened very attentively to Sarah's hardship . Doth felt very sorry for her. and indeisl gave her the best kind of care. In the meantime Mr. and Mrs. Perkins were searching the neighborhood for Sarah, but all was in vain. They had not known what a help she had been until Mrs. Perkins wanted her to do the work while she rend a book, or did some other unnecessary thing. One afternoon when Sarah and Mrs. Drew had finished their daily work they sat down on the porch swing to rest. Mrs. Drew decided to tell Sarah her trouble. When I was a girl of your age. my mother and father were both dead, she began. I had no home, but just had to go wherever I could find shelter. At that time work was not as plenty as it is now, and a girl my age was not wanted to work. Finally I found a home where they took me in. more because they pitied me than because they m eded help. They had a hoy about my age. We grew to love each other, and at last were married. We furnished our little home and after several years had passed, a dear little baby girl came to bless our home. Tears were be ginning to creep down her cheeks, but she endeavored to continue her story. One day when our little Bessie was learning to walk, I allowed her to go out in the yard to play. I went to get her in a few minutes, but she was not to he found. We have never ceased to limit for her since, and have Iwen able to find not trace of her. No one knows how great my grief is. and if 1 don't find her in the near future I know that 1 shall lose my reason. By this time hoth Mrs. Drew and Sarah were crying. Sarah s«»relied her mind for soothing words. None could Is found, that were as tender as they should In . However, she managed to ask if they had a picture of llessie. Mrs. Drew imim diotcly went into the house and came out in a short time with a picture of 1 Jessie. Sarah declaml it to be the most charming picture she had ever seen. The child was very dainty featured and a little locket ornamented its neck, while a narrow bracelet add d beauty to one of the chubby arms. Tln se small pieces of jewelry reminded Sarah that she was once a small child, and had a locket that she had never In-fore shown to Mrs. Drew. As quickly as possible she went to her room where she had it safely hidden, and returned, bearing the small locket with the peculiar carving on it. Tills locket was all that she took with she took it because she loved it. I’pon examining the locket a look of incredulity swept over Mrs. Drew's face. Could this be her only child's locket? Then a look, as if all Iiojk had disappeared. pass d over her face and another |ti stion took the place of the first one. Could it he ]H ssible that there could he another locket like Bessie's? Surely this was not her own child ! Yes, it must be! She now remem hens 1 that she had had this locket carved different from any other so that it would be a way of identification if anything should happen to the child. “Why, my dear Sarah! she exclaimed. You are my own

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SANDY TOWNSHIP II hill SOIIOOI. FLAM HE A! 5 ti-lu' Jflautlu'au SAM V HIGH SCHOOL, Jt K. 1021. SPRING Nl’MItKK (Chaitri' Surah Brown was a very lieautiful «»irl and was indeed ad mintl I»y all who know her. Her hair was of a charming golden yellow which hung in large curls around her face, her eyes were of a deep blue, and her cheeks were as red as roses. She had a well formed figure, Inn her clothes were not suitable for such a graceful form. They were always too large, too small, or for an olderly person than herself. She had stayed with Mr. and Mrs. Perkins since she was a baby. No matter how hard sin tried to tirnl out something altoui her father and mother she was unsuccessful. Could she find otu nothing about their a p|M a ranees? Nothing about their place of residence? Their name? No, nothing could be learned about them. What was she to do? Stay with these cruel people for at least another year, then she would be sixteen and could very easily make as good a living for herself as she was receiving here. Perkins lived on a large farm. They had no children of their own, but in some way or other they had gotten Sarah. None of their neighbors knew where she had come from. If they would have known it is quite certain that Sarah would have gotten all the information she wanti'd, for she was dearly loved by all the neighbors. She would have had many clothes given to her by them, but Mr. and Mrs. Perkins would not give their consent. Sarah was responsible for nearly all of the housework, and a large part of the work out doors. She had so much work to attend to that really she hadn't time to prepare her school work like she should. Nevertheless she was in the eighth grade, and was going to take the examination that would, if she ever should have a chance, enable her to go to High School. One evening, about a month before the dose of school, Mary Jones, a very affectionate friend of Sarah, called at Perkins’ to prepare for the examinations. Oh , said Sarah, when the two girls were quietly seated. “I just know that 1 won't pass. If only I had time to prepan my lessons like other girls do I might In able to pass, but, as it ls. I have given up all hopes. •‘Cheer up , soothed Mary, “I know very well that you will be promoted. Please have a little confidence in yourself. “Well, even if I do get promoted, I won't gi t to High School like you will. Put anyway I'm going to take the examination and then I can say that I graduated from common school, that is, if MIMS.” You needn't worry about not passing. Put come. Sarah, let us study, and we can at least say that we made an attempt to make a g« od standing in all our subjects. This closed the conversation and belli girls studied as hard as any one could, until the clock struck eleven. At this Mary picked up her Itooks and started for home. She had only a, short distance to go but Sarah disliked to see her go alone, and nc coiiipauied her about half way. They studied every night, but usually not so late since Mrs. Perkins would not allow it for fear that Sarah might pass. Mrs. Perkins never received an education, and therefore wanted no one else to go aliove her. The time went so fast that really a month seemed like a week to both Mary and Sarah. They took the examination, and within a w« ek from the time that they took it the good news came to them that they had both passed. This pleased them very much, but Sarah was not as happy as Mary, ls-causc she was almost certain that she would never even look at a High School. Mary’s parents were wealthy and there was no doubt concerning her opportunities. It was now about the middle of summer, and Sarah had de tided to leave Perkins' as soon as a fair chance presented itself.

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SANDY TOWNSHIP fllO'n SCHOOL FI.AMBEAT 7 dnir Bessie!” Tln»n they thought of Hu picture and again a( if. Sun enough, there was a slight resemblance between 11»« picture ami Sarah. 1I»th Mrs. Drew and Sanili won so happy that thoy thought it ini|H)ssihli to wait until Mr. Dn w came homo to break the giMsI nows to him. Novor was thoro a happier man on earth than Mr. Drew, when lie foiiml out what ho had so lout: waited to hoar. ••lint , ho said after the greatest of the eon fusion was over, Wlmt is to ho done with that moan Perkins' family? Thoro is nothing too erne! to ho done to them, sineo they have kept Bessie so long from our sight. ’ This matter was attended to at onee. Perkins paid a heavy lino and tried to make an apology, hut eon Id find none suitable. After ho paid the required tine he was very inueli ashamed of himself and immediately loft the neighborhood. They wore never hoard of after that. It was still two weeks until school started. Sarah Brown, who had now taken her real name, Bessie Drew, had no m od to worry about getting to High School now. She was well dressed and ivceived the liest kind of care. Mary Join's and Bessie often paid each other visits. Well, aren’t you glad you took the eighth grade examination”. asked Mary, while visiting Bessie before school started. I certainly am,” returned Bessie. I am sure that if it had not Imimi for you I wouldn’t be thinking of going to High School this year, and more than that, mother and father said that I could' go to college, if I eared to.’ L. W. L. 22. dimit A iinmr Autmm thr JJinrs Over the beautiful green hills of New Hampshire, the sun was slowly sinking. The lieautiful illumination of the sky gave a promise of a nice day on the morrow. A girl came tripping along a path that stretched across her (1 rand father’s farm. She had long black curls, which hung around her head in clusters. Her face shone with smiles, and her blue eyes sparkled with joy as she ran along after her dog. Nellie Kodgers for this was the girls name I lived with her grandfather and grandmother in a little cottage far up among the old New Hampshire hills. This little cottage was hidden among some beautiful pine trees which reached far alsive the roof of the house. Inside sat an old gray haired lady, very busily knitting, as the last rays of the sun made their way through tin pines into the neat little room when she sat. She was very fond of her home and also of Nell, but list now she was not thinking of either her home or Nellie: but instead, of a little scene that had taken place in this very room just eighteen years ago today. She remembered it all very well. There in the farthest corner her son was kneeling licside tin-bed of his dying wife. His one band on her hot brow, and the other around the waist of his little daughter. Suddenly a beautiful smile lit up the face of the dying woman, and she whis|M»red, My Darlings.” and then all was still. She was dead. John lingers arose, placed his little daughter on a chair and lowered his head in grief. Presently his mother came into the room. One glance at her son told her that Lucie was dead. Six months later John Kodgers was culled to help his country. He left his daughter in his mother’s care. As he stood on the |s»rch he gently took his mother in his arms and kissed her. saying. Take care of little Nellie, mother, and don’t worry, I am coming home again.” Don’t forgot to write, John”, said Mr. Kodgers. in a shaky voice, but Mrs. Kodgers could only say, good-bye.” Eighteen years”, sighed Mrs. Kodgers as she folded her knitting and arose to prepare supjM r “Eighteen years and lie has ouly written once.” After she had supper started she got down a little box from the cupboard and opened it, she took out the yellowest and oldest looking envelope in the box and read : bear Mother, Father and Ihmghtcr:— Just a line to let f ou knoic I arrived safe and sound, and