Waveland High School - Hornets Nest Yearbook (Waveland, IN)

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start. I hope they were pleasant ones, he continued. “Oh yes. both pleasant and otherwise. I like the idea of graduating, and then again—oh! I miss my friends so much. I suppose, he said, “you know of my proposed trip to Paris? It has been the wish of my heart ever since I has a young fellow, and now my wish is to be fulfilled. “Oh! I knew it would be that way. said Eavyln. “we will both travel in different ways after commencement. You will be absent a long time? Your travels will be no doubt very inter- esting. with new scenery and new friends.” “I have no desire to exchange old friends for new ones; 1 want no better ones than I have here. My greatest hope is that wherever I go I may think of one dear friend who is waiting my return. May I have this assurance. Miss Jackson? Eavyln nodded and the matter was thus settled. That night Eavyln said to her mother. “Well, dearest mother, when my college days are over we will (each and as long as we love each other we will be happy. Long after Eavyln had retired her mother sat thinking of those words. Some day she would have to give up her child as many mothers have done before, but with a prayer for contentment she turned her thoughts elsewhere. One day soon after this. Eavyln's friends called and paid her many compliments. Just as they were leaving, Eavyln said, laugh- ingly. You are all very kind. I'll remember you when I send out the invitations. “Oh, we’ll be there with the presents all right!” was the answer. Then Mrs. Jackson said. Time enough for the presents. The invitations are not out yet. Commencement day dawned bright and warm. The Jackson family was busy; so busy that the young man who called to leave flowers could not attract their attention, so he placed the forget- me-nots on the table and departed unnoticed. Attached to the bouquet was a sealed note, in which the sender revealed his affections (as discovered afterwards), and ask- ing the young lady to wear the flowers if she returned the same. Eavyln's cousins were visiting her and the youngest one wandered about aimlessly in the hope of finding something to amuse her. She spied the flowers and straightway took the for- get-me-not bouquet, it being the smallest, out into the yard with her. Seeing a white kitten, she threw the bouquet, note and all down on the ground. Alas! The flowers that would have brought

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n 10 i t ? r a r n P Ell ss ill ahr ICnat ICrttrr OMMENCEMENT was near at hand, and the Jackson family had many things to do. for Eavyln was going to graduate from college and her dress had not yet been started. The morning the story opens found the girl and her mother sitting on the front porch dis- cussing her graduation outfit. Mrs. Jackson said. You know my dear, we cannot afford as expensive an outfit as your chum’s. I have just decided to get some white mull. “Well, mother. was the reply. If we put it in the hands of a good dressmaker it can be made up very prettily. That is what I wanted to talk to you about, for we must make it ourselves. As Eavyln knew it was useless to argue with her mother, she submitted. The next week, after the dress was finished, some girls came to call on Eavyln. When she had shown them her dress with the Battenberg trimming. Lucile Walton thought it would be a good chance to tease her. so she said: Well, well! won’t the Professor be pleased when he sees you so radiant? All the girls joined in the chorus, saying: Oh! yes. won't he though. Eavyln blushed, but did not dispute their words. The next evening found Eavyln on the front porch in a brown study. “1 wonder who will miss me most when I graduate, and how the dear old college will look when I come home from teaching at Christmas time? Yes. it is right! One’s greatest pleasure is school life, and 1 am leaving it forever. Some of my dearest friends, too, she mused, and a picture of Thomas Moore came before her eyes. “Do I really care. I wonder? she asked aloud. Professor Moore came up the steps slowly and softly. A penny for your thoughts. Miss Jackson! Eavyln drew herself up with a

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such happiness to two hearts lay withered and forgotten and the note was carried away by the breeze. Eavyln came down shortly afterwards dressed in her snowy white gown, to ask the approval of her mother, who said. “You look like a princess, but you ought to have some flowers.” “All right, was the reply and soon a small bouquet of white roses was pinned in place. The Professor, who sat in the corner, noticed this but said nothing and. the commencement exercises over, he was soon on his way to Paris. He was by no means a happy man. Two ques- tions, which he could not answer, came to his mind. Why did Eavyln scorn his flowers? and “Did she have another suitor? “It would be much easier. he thought to himself, “if he could only see her occasionally. Now let us see Eavyln's view of the affair. She fully expected to see the Professor that evening and was sitting on the porch waiting when one of her friends. Esther Frank, came up and said, You poor dear. I just came to give you a word of cheer, because your dear friend, the Professor, is gone. But, of course, he must have sent you some words of hope to cheer you during his absence. Eavyln was glad the twilight hid her flush of surprise, for she had not heard till now that the Professor was gone. Esther soon left and Eavlyn was glad for the chance to slip to her room unnoticed. Why had the Professor gone without calling? Perhaps he would soon write a note of explanation. With this thought in mind Eavyln fell asleep. The next morning her mother said: “I am anxious about you, Eavyln dear, you look ill. Only a little nervous, was the reply. What are your plans for the future, mother? I want to hear them. Well, daughter. I was just thinking of a visit to Heyl’s country home. We will have a good long rest on the farm, for I think we are both badly in need of it. Yes. you are right. I need a long rest before the strenuous task of teaching begins. So the matter was settled and Eavyln was left to her own thoughts once more. She was glad for a change of scenery and air: perhaps then she could forgive and forget. A day was spent in packing and then Eavyln and her mother were on their way to the country. I he summer waned and autumn followed, but still Eavyln heard no word from the Professor. One evening at a party given at the Heyl home in honor of their guests. Eavyln was engaged in a conversation with a young man. Mr. John Walker, who said: Are you the Miss Jackson to whom I delivered the forget-me-nots on