Stamford Union Free School - Camera Yearbook (Stamford, NY)

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friend. Jo was in every way different from Ellen. Her hair was a shiny black,, which sl1e wore straight and bobbed. Her black eyes had a mischievous twinkle. She gave a certain tilt to her black head which suggested that she might be a modern Happer. One day while scl1ool was in session 'tJo decided that studies were a bother and that a roam around the town was more to her taste. She persuaded Ellen, after a long contro- versey, that she had better accompany her on the hike which she was going to take. Guess we better tur11 our steps toward l1o1ne. It's nearly dinner time and we're far from home, came from Jo who was always ready to eat. I would awfully hate to go to bed on the empty stomach that I have after this long walk, so I think we will have to hurry home, Ellen replied wearily turning towards home for she really was tired and a little peevish. HOD! I wish some swell looking chap with a nice car would roll up and' take us home. 1,111 nearly starved. This brought no answer from Ellen who was 11ot quite so eager for the men to show up as Jo , They walked on to- wards home without any conversation. I Honk! Honk! screachedl tl1e horn of a car as it came to a stop beside the two weary girls. Want a ride to town, girls? asked a masculine voice from behind the steering wheel. t'VVell! if it isn't little Ellen Patterson, exclaimed Doctor Cathaway as the girls jumped into the roadster. 1 Doctor Cathaway!--Meet my churn, Miss Josephine Walker. Joe just said she wished some good looking man would rescue us from starvation. That's my occupation-to starve people a.nd keep them from starving. Then I fill tl1e qualification of being a good looking fellow, eh? They rode on in silence 'till they were rapidly nearing thc town when the Doctor suddenly broke the silence. Just been to fix up .a young cl1ap's broken leg. He thought he had broken his neck, but its nothing serious. I think he 's very eligible for one of you girls, especially Miss VValker.

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SIXTY MILES AN HOUR The Pattersons lived in a large beautiful white colonial house situated on the top of a large green terrace. In front of this mansion, stretched on either side of the white walk which led to the house, was a large velvet green lawn. On one side of the walk there was a white marble fountain. From the mouth of a serpent spurted a fine spray of water which showed irri- descent colors when the sun sl1o11e on it. On tl1e other side of the walk fish jumped and played in the warm water in a pond of white marble. There were benches around this pond and the two Patterson children loved to watch the fish as they played on warm sunny days. , VVhen Ellen and Allen, the Patterson twins, were three years old their n1other and father both met with a sad and shocking accident. The mother was killed instantly and' the father lived only a few hours. These two infant children were left alone except for the few distant relatives wl1o came to look after them and take tl1e1n i11to their homes. They were taken from Vernon, their home town, to distant places because their relatives lived far from Vernon. Ellen went to live with Mrs. Patterson's college ehum, Mrs. Bellamy, who lived in Richville. Since Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy had no children of their own, they were glad to take Ellen a11d give her the chances that her own parents would, had they lived. A Allen was taken by a wealthy illlllt wl1o lived in the West. This aunt was rather queer and not so young as she was once, but in spite of these drawbacks she was only too glad to be a mother to little Allen. The years flew by and Ellen became a young girl. VVith her blue eyes and light curly hair she was an exceedingly bea.u- tiful girl. She was not the least bit vain but one of the sweet, demure type who always had a sweet. cheerful word for every- one. Having finished her four years at an expensive college she was sent to a finishing school. At tl1is school she was very popular with the other girls especially Josephine Walker, her roomate, who was her best

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VVhat's his name and where does he live? t'Jo asked jokingly. t'Allen Patterson and he lives in Richmond. A college mate of mine. This broken leg will be a pest to him all rightf' By this time he had deposited the occupants at their des- tination. Ellen walked up the steps. She remembered that her aunt had told her a long time ago about her twin brother who lived in the VVest. t'Can this boy be my brother? I thought he lived in the VVest? VVhat can he be doing in Richmond? thought Ellen as she went in the house. Thanks for the lift, Doctor, Jo called back over her shoulder as she also went into the house. Tell l1i1n I'm sorry that he has a broken leg. Afllen had come East to go to college. His old aunt, feeling lonely during his absence, decided to move East to be near Allen. Vtlhen Allen finished his college work with high honors he wanted to remain East and work for a noted lawyer, Mr. Long, who lived in Richmond, and who had offered him a good position in his otiice. His aunt was willing to do anything to help Allen in his business. After working for Mr. Long for two years Allen decided he would rather be independent and work for himself. VVith the help of Mr. Long he had established himself in an office of his own and was doing Well. Allen, who was very much like Ellen in her ways, had blue eyes and brown hair that was just curly enough to be noticed. He was a modern, athletic boy, and was at captain of a foot ball team in college and his manners showed his careful bringing up. The old aunt had insisted that he remain with her because she had cared for him and had a motherly feeling for him. Aunt Lucy, Allen's aunt, had bought him a new grey high powered roadster when he started in business for himself. He and a friend of his, while at college, were starting out on a fine, warm day for a joy ride. The day was warm and sultry with no wind. They thought it was too hot to sit still so de- cided to take a spin. Ted Humphrey, a. tanned faced, bright eyed young chap, seated beside Allen, said to him,