Santa Ana High School - Ariel Yearbook (Santa Ana, CA)

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ARIEI- as looked at it wistfully. Oh, Ned, dear, I wish I knew what was going on in your precious brain. Two months later Rosalie graduated from college. She wore sk rr rk :sf Pk . Two months later Rosalie graduated from college. She wore her cap and gown with new dignity and through the gala week never forgot Ned who, by rights, should also have received his degree. june had passed and it was late in September when Ned received a letter from her that left him duinbfounded. She had taken a posi- tion in the public schools of a little town some distance from home. You think, she wrote, that I'm a spoiled daughter of luxury. l'll show you! Teaching the American child is delightful but no joke. Everyone of the dear kiddies is as much a problem as any of your beloved mathematics, but l'm here for business and 1 mean to make good Y Ned read the letter through twice, a growing tenderness shone in his tanned faceg the hopelessness of the past weeks rolled away and a great light illuminated his understanding. lt was almost spring vacation time again. llridal wreath and plum blossoms rivalled each other in showering the world with white fragrance. Coming home one afternoon from a tiresome day in hot, crowded school rooms, Rosalie found Ned awaiting her. A half wondering, Neill One glance at the sunburned face, and she felt strong arms lifting her out of the work and loneliness of the months past. Coi1fess, dear, that you didn't trust me, she told him later. You thought that I could waste my life i11 the senseless whirl of society while you were fighting a man's battle! O, Ned! Girls have hearts and souls l A silence, then Ned's voice, tender but very firm, Now is the only time of year for a bride. And another springtime is so far off,'l whispered Rosalie. And Ned agreed. Sorting HARDY, 'I3. , .Page Eleven

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. J I 4 X gk , p That's grand! I'm such an ignoramus about the canal. I appoint you as my private tutor, lessons to be given by mail once a week.', Ned smiled faintly. Inwardly he observed that it 'wouldn't matter to her if he went, never to return. Ned, where is your jolly old self? VVhat's one failure? I know it's been honorable, because I know your father. If the world only thought as you do! But aren't you looking at the old world through blue glasses ? He was silent. The problem that had faced him for the last month was bothering him. The reverse of fortune, the sudden change in all his plans had made him realize that unconsciously he had always cherished the idea that Rosalia would some day marry him. At the same time, the change shattered all these newly-awakened hopes. Well as he knew Rosalie and her ideals of life, he felt that, having been brought up in luxury, wealth would be essential to her happiness. Not sure of her love, lacking the faith in her that dispels all doubt, he had come to say good-bye, still uncertain whether or not to speak what was in his heart. Finding her cheerful, almost indifferent, as he thought, to his departure, his last hopes vanished. Rosalie sang but he did not join her as usual: she had an elaborate spread prepared for The Young Adventurer Going to Conquer Worlds Unknown, as she christened him 3 and finally, with lifted hand, she made 'him repeat after her, I, Edward Lee llarrett, do solemnly swear, that I will break my blue glasses, as soon as I am bound for Panama, and I will set my face hopefully towards my 11ew work, remembering that it depends upon me alone whether I make good, and that there are friends, who care very, very much about 1ny success. After the last words came an awkward pause. Finally, Ned, miserably looking past the brown eyes before him, took both her hands in his and said with unsteady voice, Chinn, dear, you've been so good. Forgive me for this wretched evening. Good-bye. Rosalie, blinded with tears, half whispered, Good-bye, Ned. Then he was gone. In her room, a picture looked up at her from the dressing table, a frank face with smiling eyes that did not evade hers this time. She Page Ten

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Page Twelve Song of the :Brook On and on to the river, - Gliding and falling with grace, Now rushing to waken the niinnows, Now Howing with calm, slow pace, The little brooklet, Howing along, Sings this happy, rippling song, On and on to the river. On and on through the meadows, Calling the birds from their nests, Under the dew laden grasses, Bending in glittering crests, The little brooklet's onward flow I Sings in accents sweet and low, On and on to the river. On and on through the woodland, 'Neath tall oaks and aspen trees, Waving their leafy banners In the gentle breeze, The little brooklet 'Among wild flowers, Sings o'er this song through passing hours,- On and on to the river. On and on to the river! This song is heard no more. For the brook 'ripples on with its Over a rocky Hoor. And the brooklet cries to the city, 'fLook, people! Look at ine! I'm traveling on with the river, Down to the great, wide sea. partner jizwiirr. Hickox, 'I7B