South Whitley High School - Reflector Yearbook (South Whitley, IN)

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Jessica a letter. Recognizing the handwriting of her love1'. she reached for it eagerly, and tore open the envelope. But oh what a disappointment awaited her! The words Dearest Marie held the place of her own name! Sue started and let the paper tall to the floor. Astoni.-lnnent. perplexity. jealousy, and anger passed over her in quick succession. She picked up the letter and read the reniaixider of it. It appeared to have been sent to a girl living in the town where the profssor was teaching, but away on a visit. He urged her to come back soon. for he missed their long walks and gay evenings spent at her tiresideg he spoke of the beauty of her dark hair. and the spark- le of her brown eyes. and ill fact tlie charm of her ve1'y soul. Jessica was angry. If you would have read that letter you would have thought that she had a right to be angry. All these years she had loved him and thought he loved her. and all these years she had been deceived. 1.1 another city that sanie evening. Marie was seated on the tloor packing her suit-ease, when her sister opened the door of her room and threw a letter in her lap. Marie opened the envelope. and uttered a cry of surprise as she read the first few worfs, Ile must have a new nanle for nie, she thought, and hastily read the letter. then threw it down 0.1 the Hoor be-ide her. Yes, professor, she said as she closed the suit-ease with a bang. these nights are beautiful. And l'in glad you'll soon have .-oinebody to enjoy theni with. for you'll never enjoy one with 111e again. And with this she went down stairs and leav- ing the suitcase in the hall. took some candy across the street as a parting blessing to a certain young IIIHIIQS little brother. She knew that the young man hiniself was at home, however. And now the professor wonders why Jessica sent back her ring and why Marie never notices hini when she meets him on the street. Mida Abbott. '19.

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THE PROFESSOR'S PREDICAMENT The professor sat at his studyetable grading English pa- pers. while his room-mate. the merry little music teacher amus- ed himself at the piano. The soft night air floated in thru the open window. and the scent of locust bloom filled the room. The sound of frogs in the little pond 11ot far distant made it a perfect night in May. The professor was unusually happy tonight. Perhaps he had caught. the spirit of the spring night, perhaps it was be- cause of lo11g months of constant companionship with the gay young musie teacher. or perhaps new hopes were dawning up- on the horizon of his life. At Elly rate something was the eause of it for he was not usually so happy. VVhen he finished the papers, he sat by the window for a long time. looking out 1115011 the soft velvet blaekness of night. and drinking in the fragrance of the locust blossoms. He then moved his table to the window and opened his stationery box to write a letter to his sweetheart. On top lay a letter he had written the night before to another girl. He laid it aside and taking out his pa- per. he began: My ow11 Jessica: This is sueh a perfeet night there are no words to describe its beauty. but it reminds me of a night at college years ago and makes me long to see you. If I could be with you tonight my happiness would be complete. VVhen school closes I am coming to claim the promise you made me that night so long ago. It has long bee11 due. and you know I have waited pa- tiently all these years. This is not all of the letter: it was not long but to give you the rest of it would be to merely repeat i11 different words what has already been given. VVhen the professor 'finished his letter he folded it and pushed it back on the table with the other let- ter while he addressed tl1e envelopes. He then sealed them within their respective envelopes, or should have done so at least. and went to bed to dream bright drea111s of the future. The next evening in a distant city tl1e postman handed

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