Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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HE CHIMES Always, Madam, I — he began, but at this point Jacques came up. The woman turned and faced him. ' ' Mon Dieu! ' ' he cried. ' Tt is she! ' ' And thou art the scoundrel for whom I have searched for four- teen years! Now thou shalt pay for thy crimes! the lady cried, with heat. I — I — pray thee, Madam, do not prosecute me ! Jacques cried. ' T kept the boy for his own good ! R — rather, I intended to bring him back, but could not find him — and you ! In his frantic attempts at explanation, Jacques was entangling himself in a maze of lies. ' ' Listen to me, peasant. Well dost thou deserve the guillotine for what thou hast done. But in my joy at finding my child, I will spare thee. See, however, that thou dost never show thyself near one of the Brebeaufs again ! Now go ! Then turning to the amazed boy, the lady clasped him to her bosom. With emotion, she explained that she was his mother. Graphically she drew a picture of two busy parents leaving a young child in the care of a peasant in a market of the far-oflf city of Paris: of their frenzied grief at finding both child and guardian gone when they returned; of fruitless searching years, while, in the meantime, the Brebeaufs had risen to enormous w ealth. Then she told him of her trip to Spain, how the horses had been maddened by the intense heat, and had run away, and then of her sentiments as she recognized her own boy by the birthmark on his neck, and by seeing Jacques. As she finished, Rene asked once again, Then thou art reallv my mother ? And I am Rene Brebeauf ? Yes, child, thou art. Now come, get into our carriage, and we will go to your father at Paris. With a sigh of utter happiness, Rene helped her into the carriage, and they rolled off. THE LARK Margaret Huntley, ' 37 Can you guess what is soaring ever so high. Sweeping up ever onward into the sky? It ' s a joyous lark with free little wings, Flitting and darting as gaily he sings. Upward and upward ever so high Away, far away, to the deep blue sky; Oh, if only everyone could be so free As the joyous lark that flies over the lea.

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20 THE CHIMES distance. His curiosity aroused both by the attitude of Jacques and by a queer rumble which had reached his ears, he sprang up and hastened up the hill. Arriving at the top, he found himself on the edge of a steep cliff. Beneath this was another ledge. The road at this point could be seen for miles, stretching interminably into tlie distance. About half a mile away, on this road, Rene ' s startled eye caught sight of a carriage coming with tremendous speed, the coach;- man apparently unable to check the two horses. ' ' A runaway, announced Jacques, laconically. ' So it would seem, Rene retorted scornfully. We must do something. But what? ' Tis quite obvious what will happen, said Jac(|ues, stolidly. ' ' The horse, reaching that bend in the ledge down there, will dash off into space, and all will be lost. ' ' While thou wouldst stand here and gape, I suppose. What — all, I have it ! Swiftly Rene lowered himself over the edge of the cliff, clinging to the scant shrubs, unheeding the angry cries of Jacques. Fool ! the latter cried. Thou art mad ! But by this time. Rene had taken up his stand just above the curve. The rumble of hoofs became louder, and nearer and nearer came the two fiery horses. Breathing a silent prayer, Rene braced himself, and as the horses came al)reast of him, caught at the dangling bridle of the nearest horse and held on. At this moment he did not seem to be a weakling; indeed the strength of his arms seemed almost superhu- man. The horses pranced and leapt; the carriage swayed danger- ously on the narrow ledge, but Rene held f?st to the bridle. By degrees the horses quieted down, and Rene soothed them further by quiet words. Then the white and shaking coachman clambered down and approached the boy. But the artificial strength which had sustained Rene had ebbed aw ay, and he lay, fainting on the road. When he came to, he looked u]) into the face of a middle-aged woman. Something in her face was vaguely familiar, even in h half-conscious condition. He struggled to a sitting posture and stared fixedly at the w oman, seeing that her countenance was dis- torted with emotion. Boy, boy, she faltered, at is thy name? They say, he murmured, that it is Chantal, but it is not. I believe I am a waif, Aladam, though Jacques doth sav I am his child. And T believe thou are not ! Since when hast thou had that mark upon thy neck, my boy? ' she queried, leaning forward with excite- ment.

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22 THE CHIMEiS STAND BY! Laura Cogswell, ' 35 Stand by, all stations! Stand by, all Americans! Stand by, the Byrd Expedition! How familiar these words are to most of us by now. They herald the coming of another broadcast by short wave, via Buenos Aires, from Little America ten thousand miles away. Impatiently we lis- ten to the music broadcast to those fifty-six men at the bottom of the world; eagerly we listen to Captain McKinley, a member of the first expedition, as he describes conditions in Antarctica; breathlessly v e turn down the volume of our radios to await the voice of Charlie Murphy saying, ' ' Little America calling America. Charlie Murphy speaking. Then we listen to all the latest news of the men down there. We hear of new cracks in the ice; of sled, plane, and tractor journeys; of narrow and thrilling escapes; and best of all, the voice of Admiral Byrd, explorer and leader of this expedition, his second to the South Polar Regions. The minutes fly so fast that before we know it the time is up, and Charlie Murphy is saying, ' This is station K F Z returning you to civilization. But, everything is not always so perfect. Sometimes the program fails to come through intelligibly, and a disappointed audience has to be content with the reading of wires received during the week. However, even if we don ' t hear it very clearly somtimes, this pro- gram is certainly worth listening to. In seventeen broadcasts, only once has this studio failed to receive any sound whatsoever from Little America. Radio is the only connection Byrd and his men will have with civilization for a year. If anything down there should go wrong — if the barrier should give way — then to quote Admiral Byrd, You might as well try to reach the moon as reach us. THE TALE OF A FLIVVER Jackson Bailey, ' 34 What ' s that snappy vehicle With the l)ig dent in the door? Why, that ' s the class excursion bus Of Nineteen Thirty-Four.