Schuster School - Proscenium Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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PALMYRE. erelieved, and more gentle than hitherto, as if trying to atone in some measure.J ,Tis early yet. Come, let us sit together As often we did in that first strange year, When I so heedlessly became your wife. THE PAINTER Heedlessly. Yes, that is true, Paimyre. My love seemed answered then, and even now I think you're fond of me, tho' of thy Whole Heart I was never master. There's a love That somehow we have missed: You cannot see God in the painted music of the skies, The love I knew e or dreamed of - cannot bloom In your strange heart. iA whistle outsidc.1 PALMYRE iRising hurriedly, apologetically, as she is going. E For just a little while. taxiH THE PAINTER tPacing restlessly up and down. I What does he do to please her? I know some Would kill him outright. Kill the thing she loves? Strange, I cannot deny her anything. Weak, weak! l'Seeing the outsidej She slips my ring upon his hand. II He takes a short dagger from his belt and Jingers iLJ To kill them both q and still their childlike hearts -- God, how he kisses her! That long embrace Must end! Eternity shall part or join Their erring souls! She is - she was - my Wife. God judge me if mine be the greater crime! i.gxilj iThe curtain falls and is almost immediately raised. Some time has elapsed, for the moon is almost setting. A shaft of light falls on PALMYRE'S dead body lying on the marble bench. THE PAINTER stands. silent, looking at it. He has staunched the blood with a handkerchief and crossed her hands upon her breastj THE PAINTER 0 beautiful! My beautiful Palmyre. . Thou canst not now deny me thy cold lips! iHe kisses lienl Curtain. Page forty-nine

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THE PAINTER LDeliberatelyswalch-ing the effect on henl No. PALMYRE IWI'UJ angry determinationj Then I shaII disobey. Lyle starts 10 gal THE PAINTER ICommands.I PaImyre. I556 stopsi Palmyre, you are my wife. Do you recall The day 1 brought you here? I held you thus, Thus - as I hold you now s close to my breast, And in the glowing splendor of your eyes There seemed to shine the answer to the call My heart sent out to yours. I have not changed. My love for you is constant as that star Which shines each evening over the lagoon. Either you never loved me, or that low: s From too great Cherishing, perhaps - has died. Tell me. To know you never cared for me Will hurt me Iess than feeling I have lost Through some unwitting cause, what once was mine. PALMYRE Oh, let me go! You hurt me, let me go! THE PAINTER Nay, do not struggle. Fear is in your eyes. I do not judge you. Yet you fear to stay A shadowy twilight through alone with me -- With me s who love you, Palmyre. PALMYRE Yes, I fear I I fear for him. He dies at dawn. O God! 0 let me pay! You do not understand - This ring wiII save him. It is but a stone, What is its worth compared to a mans life? THE. PAINTER I see, I see. PALMYRE You do not understand! THE PAINTER Yes, too well. The gallant gambler wins! Yes, I have known before, yet tried to blind My eyes. I was a coward. Truth is truth. Give me that ring and give him this to sell. EH6 gives her a ring from his fingerl 'TwiIl bring a greater sum. This little stone Was for the child. I will not have it sold. ' Page forty-eight

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CC Tony 3? BY EDNA M. ROHAN HE. hot, August sun heat so furiously upon the lafge, Western city that the very air smelled scorched. A short, stout man, in gray crash mopped his forehead, as he trudged up the great steps of the City Building, and pushed his way through the entrance. Down a long corridor hung with oil paintings and mottoes he hurried and taking a key from his pocket, opened a door on which was printed in large, black letters 'iBoard of Education, Superintendent's Office, Private.n He hastily pulled off his hat and coat, Hung them over an armchair, threw up the window, and switched on the electric fan. This done he settled himd self in the chair behind his desk and glanceci at the pile of morning mail. A lilac- tinted letter on the top caught his eye. The handwriting was peculiar and un- known to him. As he slipped the delicatelydcarved paper cutter through the envelope, he smiled and said to himself, uWell, I guess this is another appeal from a girl who wants a well paying position and no work to do. Penmanship though shows some character. He read the note through several times, and was adjusting his spectacles When he hearci a footstep in the corridor. Turning to the door, he called: 15 that you, Graves? uYes, sir.H uVVelI, come in for a moment.,, A tall, thin man With a high forehead, crossed over to the desk and the super, intendent began, Have you that vacancy in the Settlement district filled? HNo, Mr. Deane, not yet. Well then, read this. It seems as though few teachers want to go into the slums but -- Graves took the letter that was handed him and after reading it said: The writer seems pretty much in earnest. I think you could give her a e iiA trial, anyway, put in the superintendent. HYes, Graves, I will. Graves considered his business at an end and ambled out of the room. The grayahaired superintendent proceeded to answer the letter. uMy dear Miss Haversf, he wrote, I have received your application and beg to inform you that we are holding a position for you in the Settlement School. Classes re-open September the eighth. Sincerely, HH. 0. Deane, HSupt. of Schools.H Three days after H. O. Deane had dropped the above note into the post office, Eileen Havers was working in her little garden patch at the rear of a small frame house, out in the suburbs of K The morning dew was fast being dried up by the blazing sun, anti the bees buzzed away as they went from flower to Hower. The weeds seemed to have sprung up over night, and while Eileen was trying to clear the tomato patch, her eye fell on a big, fat green worm. After a few Page fifty