Walker High School - Pepper Pot Yearbook (Simsbury, CT)

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TRIAL ARK stood at the small harred window of his dingy cell inhaling the scent of fresh mown hay which hung over the plain in a motionless cloud for a short moment each morning when Nature seemed to wait hreathless for the dawn. His eyes were steady and his hands lay relaxed on the wide sill. They were going to lcill him, hut why should he he afraid? He had never heen afraid of anything. Had he not, as a child, dashed into a flaming ham to save a cat and her seven lcittens? He remembered how he had heen the hero of all the little girls for weelcs afterwards, and how he had loved it. Now was his chance to he an even greater hero. lnstead of a handful of lcittens he would save a hundred innocent Jewish children from the horrihle fate which awaited them if they remained in this race-conscious turmoil. For this his name would live in their hearts forever. Behind him Mark heard the sound of heavy lceys and he turned to face two .darlc figures waiting at attention to escort him to the court. Unfalteringly he moved for- ward, and as they trod down the passage, a confident smile crept over Marlcys young face. They moved out into the chill air of the crepuscle and forward to the high, roughly made scaffold. At the top of the narrow, uneven steps stood the lean sil- houette of the executioner. As Marlfs foot touched the first step it stopped- short. A deep voice beside him echoed the words he had so often read of in childhood, Have you any last word? H Of course he had. He lcnew he could even save his life if he wanted to. Had it not heen plainly stated in his sentence that, should he decide to reveal certain secret information concerning persons guilty of treason, his case would he recon- sidered? But he had chosen to he silent. Slowly he rose parallel to the executioner. As he straightened himself hefore the limp cord a sudden light struclc his pale fea- tures. The sun hurst into the world, the fields were flooded with light, and the hirds welcomed dawn with a dazzling chorus. His whole hody was suddenly warmed and he longed to rush out and fling himself down in the golden hay. It was only two years ago that he had done that very thing with his hoyhood companions. It seemed to him that he was then hut a carefree child and though he was now only nineteen years old he 'felt infinitely older. Why should two years malce such a difference? He wasnit really old yet. He was young, strong, an ahle mechanic with great pos- sihilities for success. They had no right to lcill him now. The darlc form of the executioner stepped forward and tool: hold of the noose. With a hlood-curdling shrielc, Marla crumpled up on the splintery platform and wailed for mercy. ln an hysterical daze he was yanlced to his feet and led away still sohhing out disconnected vows to tell all he lcnew. Late that afternoon, when the underside of the clouds was heginning to turn pinlc, a limp form staggered out over the muddy cohhles of the prison court. His eyes were hloodshot, and his hands clutched nervously at the edge of his wom coat. One could hardly recognize him to he the determined young Marlc who had marched erect over the same rough court just hefore sunrise. When he had passed the heavy iron gate he stopped to heave a long quivering sigh. He remained, for some time, leaning wealcly against the outer wall of the prison. At the sound of a truclc stop- ping in front of the gate he lifted his head wearily and opened his swollen eyes just 75