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

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THE REDWOOD 13 Mum ' s the word, trust me, and so help me Heaven if a word escapes me. Any feller kin keep a brave man ' s secret. The next day the thieves were spied, and then began the merry chase, men after men, striving to take each other ' s life placing naught on its value. Charley ' s horse was the fastest and he was soon in the lead. They were gain- ing on the thieves and all would soon be over. There were three pursued and five pursuers. They closed now and the shooting began. One of the posse fell and his horse rushed madly off across the hills. Charley was riding swiftly on to close quarters; he slowed his horse up now and placed his hand on his shoulder. He heard some one galloping toward him and turning, saw — Joe, his old chum, — the latter had his revolver drawn. Their eyes met for an instant and each read a deadly in- tent in the eyes of the other. Quickly the thief leveled and fired, the bullet grazed Charley ' s arm. Quick as a flash Charley ' s pistol was out and before the thief could fire again — bang! and he reeled in his saddle then fell to the ground. Charley looked to see if any one needed his help, but one of the other two had been killed and the third severely wounded and a prisoner. He dismounted, went over to his old friend, knelt down beside him. — He was dead! — I ' m sorry, he said, that I had to kill, and my friend too; but, I did my duty and God will forgive. Good bye, Joe — Good bye. He went to his horse, mounted, and rode slowly away. Ivo G. Bog an ' 08. IN SANCTUM ALOISIUM LILIA MA.NU GERENTEM Haec quae virgineis nituntur lilia culmis, Unde verecundas explicuere comas? JVon generant similes Taestana rosaria lores, JJec simili (Pkarius messe superbit ager, JVon haec purpureis mater Corcyra rosetis, Nee parit aequoreis pulsa Carystos aquis. Cum nullas habeant natales lilia terras, Quis neget a casta lilia nata manu? Special Latin

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12 THE REDWOOD you ' ve got another think a comin ' an ' if you don ' t like the way I am adoin and the boys I run with, you can saddle up your nag and hit the trail. Without a word he arose, went to where his horse was tethered, brought him over, saddled him and after gather- ing up his belongings, mounted. He east a parting glance at his former com- rade, who was looking another way and was playing with a stick; then he turned his horse and rode away. Two years had passed since the two had parted. No one knew where either had gone. Once in a while Charley came to the store but no one asked questions and as he was not of a very talkative disposition no one learned any particulars. One day he dropped into the store and found there more men than usual. Everyone was glad to see him as they generally were. One of the men spoke up. Well, Charley, did you come to join the search? We ' re most all here and if you haven ' t got nothing very important to do maybe you ' ll come along. We want you and that there gun of your ' n. It ' s worth all the rest of our ' n put to- gether, ' cause we ' ll likely have some trouble. Charley looked interested. I haven ' t heard of any search but I suppose its my duty to go if some feller is gettin kind a familiar with somebody else ' s cattle. Yes, enjoined one of the fellows, and your boss is one of the losers. About an hour after this conversation, the party set out on the man hunt. For three days they rode on towards the south. They thought that the thieves would be hiding in the Arwaca moun- tains, and accordingly they went in that direction. On the fourth day they came upon a camp where the thieves had stayed the night before. The fun will begin soon, said one of the men to Charley, after the camp had been made and the horses unsad- dled. Yes, was the brief answer. After a pause Charley took his companion ' s arm and led him to a sandy place near the camp. Look! he said; there on the sand in large letters was written the name, Joe Chatman. Sink me, and may a mule die of heart disease, if it ain ' t your old pard, said the other, If that don ' t beat the jumpin ' horse of Red Harry. That puts you in more ' n a mess, don ' t it, and what you ' re going to do? A moment ' s silence ensued in which the two men looked at each other, and then Charley spoke. My duty, though God knows it ' s hard enough to go in this case. Shake on it, Kid; you ' re a man. Charley shook his hand and at the same time said, appealingly, Jim, you won ' t say anything about this to the boys, they mightn ' t take it right and think I ' ve got cold feet. Jim smiled.

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14 THE REDWOOD A DEAD LOVE Farewell, I said to my dearest friend, Farewell, for we must part, And I took his hand from out of mine, And love from out my heart; And I turned and walked no more with him, And I tried to heal the smart. Then I found me other friends to love, And I sought their love in turn, Yet my heart was still an empty void, Nor ceased for love to yearn; For a wound within its inner core, Forever there did burn. Then I cried, Old friend come back to me, Come back for there still is room, And I cast all other love away, But I could not cast the gloom; For a dead love whispered to my heart, My love is in the tomb. Senior.