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

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Marie, l1ave you seen anything of Mr. VVetmore? I can't see why Jack does11't come back. Oh if I had only gone along. Marjorie was nervous and rambled on without waiting for Marie to reply. When she stopped for breath Marie said, N ow Miss Mar- jorie, don't you worry. I heard Mr. Mayham say the roads were awful. Something might easily happen to the car. I believe I hear Mr. XVetmore now. Oh Bill you're a nice 0118, why didn't you come and go to the station for Peggy. Jack had? to go and hasn't returned yet. I don't know what can be the matter. You could have saved me all this suspense. Bill expecting great praise for bringing home at fat buck was not a little daunted by Marjorie's reproof. I declare, groaned innocent Bill I never thought a last thing about meeting that train. I beg your forgiveness and if I am not mistaken this is Jack's runabout coming now. Marjorie all affection for her chum Peggy forgot the re- proof she was planning to give and only said kissing 11er, HI am so glad you have 001119 at last. I never dreamed your Jack was such a dear,'l Peggy cooed, He didn 't seem to mind a bit when the same tire blew out twice. Stirling the pain in her heart, Marjorie said, 'AI wondered what kept you so longf' IVithout more words she led the way to the dining room. IVhen Marjorie awoke on her wedding day she slipped into dressing gown and slippers and hurried to Peggy's room. She opened the door and discovered that Peggy was not there. Just as she closed the door she noticed? a note partly hidden on the dressing table. The picture of that note remained in her mind as she hurriedly dressed and went down stairs. As she entered the den Bill sprang up and said, Good morning! did you send Jack to the village for something?,' No Bill, I didn't, why do you ask?

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Marjorie glanced at her wateh tl1e11 said, Jack, it's seven o'eloek now and Bill hasn't returned. What made hi1n go hunting just when we wanted him to go after Peggy? 4 Now don't fret little girl, you k11ow Bill is bound to get a deer for our feast tomorrow. If he doesn't come in fifteen minutes I'll go after Peggy myself. 'Wife had better start, for there is no ehanee of Bill 's com- ing in time. If Peggy only didn't insist that I meet her 111yself or send a friend, I might, as she says, send a mere servant. Now Marjorie dear, you know you are tired and need all your pep for tomorrow. The roads are beastly rough and I've heard enough about Peg to lind her on Fifth Avenue. As Jack drove past the veranda Marjorie waved a small hand and called merrily, Remember she's a blonde. How that one little word buzzed in .Iaek's ear. At last he was to see Peg. Just as he arrived at the station the train pulled in. Among the few passengers who alighted it was easy to distinguish the charming Peggy Her blonde eurls were neatly pinned under a small blue turban. Her eyes when J aek iirst saw her were shaded with long blaek lashes. Dressed in a light blue suit her smart tan oxfords added to her dainti- ness. Jaek's heart beat faster. All his former weakness for blonde haired girls broke forth in 2ld01'iltl0l1 of this wonderful creature. You are Miss Ray? Jack asked smilingly. VVith her big blue eyes, blue as the sky, smiling up at him she replied, Yes, I am Peggy Ray and you? I am Jack Mayham, he answered. Promising to send a man for her baggage he led the way to tl1e ear. I As they walked down tl1e platform Jack noticed how tiny she was, she hardly came to his shoulder. Starting tl1e ear he said I have always desired to meet you but chance has always plucked you away just in time. At last tl1e pleasure is mine. J ack laughed turning the ear towards Vllhitehall. I know very well this is not the way to Marjorie's home, interposed Peggy, 'fIs there a detour? Yes, lied Jaek, A detour.

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t'His car is gone from the garage. Then startled at the look on her white face he added, How is Miss Peggy this morning. 'fBill, I haven't seen Peggy, gasped Marjorie, She isn't in 11er room. VVait! Hurrying up stairs she snatched the note from Peggy's dressing table and read: - 11 P. M. Dear Ma rgy : I know this is wicked. NVicked that you should wake up on your wedding day and find-only a note begging forgive- ness. Peggy. Ten years later Miss Marjorie Allen sat in the reading room of her stately home reading the lists of the killed and wounded in the battle of the Marne. Among the Wounded she found, Colonel John Mayham taken to St. James, Paris. The world knows Marjorie Allen as a proud, wealthy maiden lady. She is known for l1er good works and the aid she gives to the needy. Again she is sitting by the tire. Ten more years have passed. Marjorie Allen is the same. It is twilight and a. bright fire is burning in the fireplace of the den. Save for the glow of the iire there is no light. James announces that a gentleman who refuses to give his name is in the reception hall. Mar- jorie is curious. She asks that he be brought to the room. He halted in the doorway, a tall bent figure, his dark hair mixed with gray. One sleeve hangs limp and empty at his side. A Wan smile lit his features showing the marks of time. Many years had passed since these two had met. His face was creased and wrinkled. Time and war had aged a.nd bent him. He limped into the room. She rose to meet him, tall proud, her dark hair shining in the lireliglit. She was as beautiful as the day he left, her wedding day.