Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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THE PORCUPINE 15 corners of her mouth began to droop and one tear rolled slowly down her dimpled cheek. Her companion, catch- ing sight of it, felt an unpleasant sensation in his throat and a wave of affection,for.the girl suddenly sweeping over him, he took! a step toward. her; and an arm stole around her neck, while a humble voice said, “I guess we we were both right, Helen. You think your way and Vl think mine.” A sweet face was upturned at that moment and another humble Voice said, “I dess that will be all right, Albert.” For Albert was only eight years old and Helen only six. The quarrel had been slight, for it, had arisen when Albert had insisted that a mule was a mule, and Helen had just as stoutly declared ‘that it was a don- key. ; The sun wisely put aside its frown and cast its golden rays down upon two happy hearts. : in

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THE: PORCUPINE ‘Only a Trifle. There had been a difference of opinion between them. They had quarreled and both had: been far too obstinate to acknowledge that the other was in-the right. It was only a slight affair after all, but. was one.of those quarrels which although trifling, often lead to the estrangement of two lives that might otherwise have been happily united. Ina blissful‘ moment not many days before, these two had pledged undying affection for each other and had shyly and hopefully spoken of a future marriage. But now all was changed. The road over which. they, were passing wound in. and out of the woods. They. had been members of.a merry party of nut gatherers, and. becoming separated. from their: friends, were leisurely. sauntering. homeward. . It was autumn, the only sound to be heard as these lovers passed along was the rustling of: the dry leaves under their feet. A cloud was obscuring the heavens, as if the sun were frowning at the seemingly foolish quarrel of human beings. Such faia lovers they were; he with his bright, boyish face and dark, curly locks; she with sunny ringlets, some of which escaped from the comb and hung coquettishly around her fair face. The silence was growing almost unbearable. Here and there as they passed some familiar spot or some object often noticed by them in happy moments, each almost forgot his or her grievance for the time and would have broken the silence if not suddenly recalled to their pres- ent unhappy-state of mind Thus they went on, he stealing a glance now ane then at his. fair companion to sée if she showed any sign of relenting, and she casting, shy glances at the boyish face to see if the owner was. still obstinate. Finally, after the long strain of pent-up emotion, the

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16 THE PORCUPINE ‘ THE: FOREST. I know of a place that is wondrous fair! O, its beauties can never be told! No kingly palace with it can compare, Though garnished with diamonds and gold. Its roof is a million of fluttering leaves; All set in a background of blue; Its soft, noiseless carpet a blanket of moss, Mosaiced in various hue; Its tall, stately columns define airy aisles, That end in a cozy retreat, From which the red ivy shyly looks out and smiles, And the wild rose and maiden-hair sweet! Bright-coated musicians fill the air with their song, While soft breezes blow o’er the land, And there steals through the forest a sigh, deep, and long, Like the breath of a pipe organ grand! O lovely retreat from the turmoil of life! How your beauty steals into the heart! How it sweeps down the cobwebs of malice and { strife, And pours balm on dark sorrow’s smart!