University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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THE REDWOOD Kuropatkin, started on their return trip to San Francisco. How they were chased and almost caught by the Cruiser Petronoplatz is another story, as is also the many wonderful adventures that befell the members of this strange Amer- ican club, when tbey too, led by the ace of diamonds, were sent on wild and helpless quests. Beverly, however, came back safely and, I believe, gave the $50,000 to a lunatic asylum. Foresight — wasn ' t it? Gerald P. Beaumont, ' 05 Spc ' l. LIFE ' S WORtl JJOT till the ardent heat of life, The race For place, And passions gathered in the strife Are past, ' Does each his life ' s true work begin At last. In manhood then we clad our soul To fight For right, And backward turn us toward the goal Forgot To know what is our life ' s true work; What not. J. Earl Seaton, ' 08.

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THE REDWOOD well and that complete rest and privacy for a whole month was absolutely neces- sary. All royal audiences were denied. % -k- Twenty-five days from the time that Beverly left New York, all was in read- iness at Port Arthur for the arrival of a special train. Russians in the guise of coolies were stationed all along the track at short intervals, with instructions to be on the watch for a new supply train that should have on each car a broad red cross. This train would carry the royal person, and each of the train crew would be a trusted member of the Rus- sian police force. Ah! but then money, bright yellow money may cause even the most trusty to — The special train crossed the frontier and sped onwards across the great Plain of China. At the town of Daiken, one hundred miles from Port Arthur, something went wrong with the front engine, so the engineer said at any rate, and the entire party were forced to dis- mount. Then a peculiar thing hap- pened. The station house, old and wooden, started to blaze as if a match had been touched to a haystack. While the attention of the royal party was then called to the spot, the engineer suddenly opened wide the throttle, a gang of coolies swung on board the now fast moving train and to the consterna- tion of the small party of officials left standing near the station, the train swept out of sight in a whirl of dust. -¥■ t t T Beverly changed his clothes leisurely on the fast moving train and when Port Arthur was reached, it was a polished New Yorker that stepped coolly from the train. Kuropatkin and a small cluster of officers were gathered anx- iously at the station. Beverly stepped up and proffered a card to the Russian Commander. A matter of grave importance, Gen- eral, he said in excellent Russian. May I speak with you in private? The interview was brief. Beverly was always good at cards and this time he had an excellent hand. Did his Ex- cellency desire a mob of coolies to kill the Tsar? Did he wish these same coolies to telegraph to the journals the true state of affairs ? No ? well then, will his Excellency be so condescending as to put his autograph on the back of this card and allow me to return at once with the train to Daiken ? Because if he did not come back at once and safely, the coolies had orders to dispatch the Royal Head and surety that would be a pity. Yes, it would and the American with his coolies was allowed to return taking with them one engineer. Twenty miles from Daiken the engineer slowed up and Beverly with his Americans jumped off. The train pulled on and three hours later the disguised Russians, including the Tsar, started on a return trip to St. Petersburg, this first adven- ture having frightened them. 5jC |C 2fS 3jS The steam yacht bobbed up and down at her anchor, off the deserted coast of the Ljao Tang Peninsula. Beverly and his witnesses, bearing the autograph of

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IO THE REDWOOD VOICES OF THE NIGHT HEJV amid the dim shadows of evening As the night breeze so softly glides by, I hear in its sorrowfid murmurings, Glad voices that never will die; Glad voices that whisper of beauty, Of joy that will ne ' er cease to be, And again in the lull of its murmur Sweet music is wafted to me. Once there came o ' er my spirit a sadness, A sadness I longed to dispel, And I questioned, c! tell me kind spirit, tell me if all is now well! ' Then I listened again to the night wind As it kept on its way through the dell, And the voice of a whispering spirit Spake the answer, With thee all is well. ' James Lester (Pierce, ' 08.