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

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, WJWIIIXQI fl f ny 'I X3 Qs. , ' yr. ,. ,,Z.,,:,f ,VV, X. A0 I, , ' Xi ,TI ,. 1 ?' I T I J, H, u.w,, V qjiz, vy 7Wf if X If 01 allalmafmm IZWV ff! 177 I 5 hearts were fuller than ever of hatred towards the soverign who dwelt in the valley of their desires. But the young King knew nothing of all this and so he continued bathing in the Golden River of Illusions, hunting through the magic Forest of Imagina- tion, and playing with the bright Maidens of Fancy, seldom giving a thought to what lay beyond the confines of the Beautiful Valley. One day, however, straying a little farther than usual in the Forest, of Imagination, he came to a part of it which was not so pleasant as the rest, a fiart which he had never seen before. Here the trees were dark and crooked and when the wind 'blew through them, the boughs made strange, wierd noises, like creatures in pain. I Terrified at the sounds, unlike any he had ever heard, the young King was about to make a hasty retreat when a hand laid lightly on his shoulder caused him to look back. And as he turned, he saw before him an old man clothed in flowing robes of white, who thus addressed him: My son, I have watched you for a long time and noted your life in the beautiful Valley of Unreality. I am Conscience and I have come to ask you if you do not think it is time that you saw Reality, which is as much a part of your domain as this. I do not know, faltered the young King, growing pale. Ny courtiers tell me that it is a very terrible place, and I am so happy here. Ah, my friend, you have yet to learn the distinction between happiness and mere selfish ease, said the old man gravely. But I can only advise you, for it is you alone who must decide. Take, however, this ring which is called Truth and we will see what it can do for you. Un some it has no effect, on others its power is illimitable. Ilut if one once receives it, he can never cast it away. Shall I give it to you ? The young King, by way of assent gave his hand to Conscience, who slip- ped the ring on his finger. Then with a solemn benediction the old man vanished, where, the King could not have told. After gazing at his finger on which shone a diamond brighter than any he had ever seen before, he made his way back to the palace, meditating upon the wonderful occurrence. Next morning as was his wont, he arose and bathed in the Golden River of Illusions, but it did not seem to refresh him as it had before. After dressing he went to walk in the Forest of Imagination, but it was dark and dreary, so he soon left it. He called for the Golden Fancies to come and charm away his sad- ness, but he could find them no where. The most terrible thing of all was, that everything at which he looked appeared like a shadow of its former self. The trees, the birds, the fiowers, the palace, and even the faces of his courtiers and servants seemed like vague and Twelve