St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON Cranford, England, June 20, 1825. DEAR IXIARTHA: The last time I visited you I told you that I might be called to Cranford unexpectedly. My aunt was very sick and I had to come to take care of her, as my mother was busy making preserves. I have been here a month and Aunt Aggie is getting along so well that she wants me to stay the rest of the summer. Martha, you would never guess who is back in town--Peter Jenkyns! A party was given last week in his honor by the Honorable Mrs. Jamieson. Do you remember the night Miss Matty told us about her brother, and how curious we were? Well, when he walked into her tea shop so unexpectedly, Miss Matty was well nigh done for. But, dear me! you don't know anything about condi- tions here. To begin with, the Town and County Bank has failed, and since the interest which Miss Matty drew was her only source of income, she was forced to seek some way to provide for herself. A friend of hers suggested that selling better grades of tea would bring in some money, which it did. After We came home from the MGeorge,', Cthat's where the party for Mr. J enkyns was givenj something possessed my a.unt to tell me of Miss Matty 's love affair with Mr. Holbrook. It seems that Miss Matty fell in love with Thomas Holbrook when they were both young, but since he was a farmer and she a reetor's daughter, her father and sister would never consent to their marriage. Moreover, they were related to Sir Peter Arley. VVoodley, Mr. Hol- brook's home, lay half-way between here and Misselton, so when he was forced to give up all hope of ever winning the hand of Miss Matty, he made Misselton his market-town, and he didn 't come to Cranford more than once or twice dur- ing all the ensuing years. One day Miss Pole and my aunt were Walking on High Street with Miss Matty, when, without the least warning, she ran away from them. And who should be the cause of her sudden outburst of joy but Mr. Holbrook! It was the first time they had seen each other in thirty years! COh, dear Martha, can you imagine such a thing between my John and mc?j One day, my aunt went over to Miss Matty 's to give her some of her new jelly, and from the window she saw Mr. Holbrook and her friend conversing. When Miss Matty came in her cheeks were flushed and a. tear was in her eye. A few weeks later Miss Pole told me that she and Miss Matty had been invited to spend the day with Mr. Holbrook a.t NVoodley. One thing which Miss Pole remembered particularly about her visit was that they had only two-pronged, black-handled forks with which to eat the peas. She tried hard to eat them, but they would fall between the prongs, so she set them aside. Miss Matty ate hers one by one, while the host ate his by shoveling them into his mouth with a round-ended knife. She remembered, too, that he had six and twenty cows, each named after a letter of the alphabet. He had many books that were scattered all over the parlor, so they sat in the counting house, which was really more comfortable. A few months later Mr. Holbrook went to Europe and died there. Although this had been nearly three years ago, Miss Matty still wears a widow's cap. Now wasnlt that sad? My aunt, knowing how interested I am in Cranford, saved up all the news for me. Here are a few minor happenings that might interest you, too. Do you remember Jessie Brown? IVell, she has been married for some time and has two fine children. And you also remember Mr. Hoggins, the village physi- cian, but you would never guess whom he has married. Lady Glenmire! She and Mrs. Jamieson had a falling out because Her Ladyship dropped her title. page fifty-seven

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SANDALPHON So last week at the party, Mr. Jenkyns brought about a reconciliation between the two ladies. Miss Pole has had about five gowns since we were here, and Mrs. Forrester has a new set of dishes. The people in general are still the same. Everybody practices economy to a very high degree. And there are only three of us here who have umbrellas. Last Sunday when I went to church I had an awful time, but now I know how to handle mine. My aunt bought a new spinnet the other day, so I'm going to take lessons. Although she won't allow me to have any followers, I am having a pleasant time just the same. Well, Aunt Aggie wants me to go down to Johnson's for some muslin for a pettieoat, so I must close. Now write soon, and if you see John tell him I am thinking about him, but Auntie won't let me write. h Your loving friend, RITA FETH. Marjorie Daw lVlARY IJORETTA ZUBER Second Rhetoric CC ARJORIE DANV, written by Thomas Bailey Aldrich, may be con- sidered a model of the nineteenth century short story. The author, by means of fascinating letters, unfolds in a very realistic and natural manner picturesque life at 'tThe Pines. In fact, his treatment of thc subject matter is so entertaining that each reader wishes to visit this charming spot. John Fleming is the victim of an unfortunate accident which makes him an invalid for a short time. Doctor Dillon, his physician, requests Edward Delaney, Jack 's chum, to write to him frequently to ward off the despondency which is bound to come to an invalid. Edward, in one of his letters, describes a beautiful girl who lives in a colonial mansion across the road and whose acquaintance he hopes to make in the near future. Jack becomes interested and in his reply begs Edward to tell him more about this charming maiden. Edward meets this enchantress at a tea and learns that her name is Marjorie Daw. By way of conversation he tells her about his invalid friend and finds a sympathetic and interested listener. Whtfn Jack learns of this he becomes infatuated with his dream girl Cas she might be calledj, and desires her picture. Edward replies, The picture will be impossible to get, and Jack has to content himself with imaginary pictures. Edward now becomes a messenger between them and his letters to Jack arc always full of things Marjorie has said. In a letter to Edward Jack ex- presses his desire to visit The l'ines.'i Edward, in his reply, tells Jack as tactfully as pessible that such a visit is out of the questifn at present as Mar- jorie's father is still storming because of the diselesure she made to him con- cerning her attitude toward the absent invalid. Despite all Edward's warn- ings, Jack persists, and an early morning train brings him to The Pines. When the train had passed, Jack looked about him. The scene upon which he gazed was a very different one from that which his friend had described to him. The perplexity of the moment, however, does not trouble him long, so anxious is he to reach his destination and talk matters over with Ed Delaney. Alas, the servant who answers the bell, tells the caller that Mr. Delaney is not at home, but that he has left a note which may possibly explain his absence. Eagerly Jack takes the missive, but as hc reads, a feeling of helplessness comes over him. llis perplexity at the station was but the beginning of his sorry awakening to the fact that There is no colonial mansion. There is no piazza. There is no Marjorie Daw. page fifty-eight