St Johns College - Ozanam Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Q ee Q AFFIRMATIVE INTERCOLLEGIATE DEBATING TEAM Julius J. Pilliocl Clarence J. Yeager Walter T. Elnen Q3 Q5

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20 THE OZAN AM coughing. What was that about- about Ross Anderson? Why, nothing, only he's too clever for himself. He left his gun laying on the ground and I found it. Look. Holster and all. Odd, eh? That was careless of him, an- swered the stranger, guardedly. Paul examined it, part by part. Four notches. Well, that sews him up tight. That'll mean a short shrift and a long rope. He's led a big field. The stranger was silent. When at last he turned, he saw a man with a boyish face holding the red coat of the Royal Mounted on his arm. The stranger faltered. I'm your man. I'm Ross Anderson. But before you bring me to that brick shanty, let me say a word or two. Speak. Two years ago, something hap- pened, or I wouldn't be here today. I was just out of Shamattawa when I ran out of grub: It got bitter cold. So cold I froze my feet walking a half hour on the snow. God, I never felt such merciless cold. I kept on till I fell. I didn't know anything. Didn't care. How long?-go ask the stars. Well, some fellow with a big heart found me and put me on his sled. Maybe he didn't know me because I must have been wrapped deep in furs or maybe my face was so cold it was featureless. I don't know. But he left something, too, for somebody to pick up-a snapshot. It's yours. Must have been taken before you joined the service. Today, I've paid the debt. He stood limp and beaten, pathetically beaten. It was Paul Herriot's turn to be silent. Nor did he move or speak when Ross Anderson resumed his chair. He stood motionless as a statue for a full minute, as if to gather himself. Ross Anderson did not stir when Paul tapped his fingers musingly on the table-top. Ross, I'm a Royal Mounted, or rather I was. I'm handin' in my uni- form today. You're free now. An' I'm through with this rotten business of man-hunting. The words fell on deaf ears. For Ross, who lay limp in the chair, was enjoying that other freedom which sooner or later comes to all. Paul shook him in vaing then he picked up the pistol, looked at it as if to say something,-but, beyond a shake of the head, the thought in his mind remained unspoken. He walked outside, and with a swift snap of a swing, hurtled the revolver into the Saguenay as it pursued its frothing course. Success BY ANTHONY J. ALBERT When you try- But all in vain, Do not cry, Your end you'll gain, If you work With all your heart, And never shirk Your honest part.

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W W K- Q NEGATIVE INTERCOLLEGIATE DEBATING TEAM G rge E. Kenny Robert J. Murphy Donald F. McGrath Qi LQ