Villa Maria Academy - Trumpet Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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An Ode to Villa Girls Ol!! When you see a. pair of shining eyes, And teeth as white as pearl, A smile that tries to be world-wise, That's a Villa Girl! Wl1e11 yon see a dress blue as the sea, And a collar white as snow, Offset by a broad smile of glee, That's a Villa Girl-I know! J. S., fag. ss

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A Repentance That Came Too Late 'fYou have a lovely daughter, Mrs. Thorpe,'l said the visitor as she was leaving the door. '4She is such a favorite with her frierndsf' Her attention had been attracted by a happy, rosy-faced girl coming down the hill from St. Mary's Academy with her friends. Yes, Stella is the life of our home, answered her mother quietly, and, with a last good-bye, she turned and re-entered the living-room. A moment after, she heard Stella rush through the hall and the sound of her rummaging in the closet off the hall. I What is it, Stella 2 she asked. Oh, my skates! Stella replied, appearing at the living-room door, an im- patient frown upon her brow. A person can never find anything in this housef' I think, my dear, that you put them in the closet under the stairway, suggested Mrs. Thorpe, gently, as Stella hurried off again. Yes, I have found themj' the daughter called. '4Grood-bye, mother, I won't be out long, and the light-hearted girl was gone. No wonder she was a favorite with her school chums, for a happier, mo1'c unaffected girl than Stella Thorpe was hard to find. Strength of character lay in her sweet face and an intelligent mind acted under her dark hair. But, in her home, this beaut-y was slightly marred. She did not think so much of 'it now as at first, for cross and impatient words were becoming a common thing. When her conscience did remind her, she would ease it by thinking: Oh, well, she doesn't mind it, she knows I don't mean anything by them, anyway. Her mother, however, did mind them and was often hurt, although she never reprimanded Stella about this fault. ' Stella was almost a grown girl now, and her mother, a. rather delicate Woman, looked to her for all that love and sympathy which a mother is justified in expect- ing from her daughter. Stella gave up many pleasures that she might be company for her, for she loved her mother dearly, and was unkind in just this one way. That evening as Mrs. Thorpe was lounging in a comfortable arm chair in the living room which was lighted only by the flames from the fire-pl-ace, Stella drew up a chair and sat by her side, resting her head on her moither's knee so that her hand softly caressed her face and glossy head. Stella,,' said Mrs. Thorpe presently, '4If I should go away for a few weeks, would you try to fill my place and cheer your father ZW Why, where are you going? asked Stella, in a surprised tone. The doctor says I must go to the city, and be under the care of a good surgeon, if I am to get wellf' There was silence for a moment and finally Stella said in a low voice: Of course, mother, you must get well. I am sure I will do my best. A sweet look of tender affection greeted the motherls eye. 61