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

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when a Girl 'loves Uiirst Prize Storyj OSALIE slipped the shimmering yellow gown over her curly -eggyd brown head and stamped into her satin slippers. A dream 45, she had called the costume: now it might as well have been le sackcloth. . Ned had not asked to take her to the ball that was to open the 'gayeties of the spring vacation. Ned, who had chummed with her in the days of mudpies and sunbonnets, who had remained faithful during her four years at boarding school, who, until lately, had been her best friend at college. Ned had go11e back on her and been no chum at all for a whole month. Speed up, Rose ! called her brother, and with a last touch from the maid's deft fingers, she went down to join him. Hurrying out to the limousine, they -niet Ned. He loo-ked wretched and downcast, the picture of despair. Rosalie was startled. VVhy Ned, what is it ? I beg your pardon, I'd forgotten it was the night of the ball, and he turned to leave. But Rosalie detained him. You've not been playing fair. It's the first time in years that you haven't let me share your troubles. I'n1 so glad to see you, Ned. Come and tell me all about it. Ned protested but she had her way. ln the house a few minutes later, he bravely began his story. ' Father's failed. We've nothing left. And there was a painful silence. Is that all? Rosalie asked gently, at last. Some of father's friends have found a place for me with a COIN- llally of surveyors, bound for Panama. They leave tomorrow, so I- came to say good-bye. And do you think I would have forgiven you if you hadn't? How long will the trip last?' A year, probably. I Ned! But what splendid experience! And you will share in the canal work ? - Yes Page N ine

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fain. M S A, f Xxx q. i- I s nb 4? !w ' A , 1 A f' 4 75 VW. 5' V - ' r L ff :gif N ' Y M sg ' ': FCI, Q i T V -gf - , - -f , .I r g gi Z. - I .4 , 1+ ' . galil, 1 ' , I I lily T 'f W Confibence The mountaiifs blue is turning grey, The hills once more are browng For the soft, Sad haze of the Autumn days, ls clreamily drifting down. The great red sun wept burning tears, For the death of each bird and flower, And the golden moon, at her highest noon, llourns the emptiness of the hour. Though the .Xutumn days are sad and grey, Though birds no longer sing, Yet the strong, true love, that comes from above Foretells of the coming Spring. And so, dear heart, when the day is sad, NVhen your troubles are many and long, Remember that soon the old glad time Of joy will return to your song. IHESTIER Roismsox, '13. lla ge Eight

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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