Wells River High School - Chatterbox Yearbook (Wells River, VT)

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THE ISLE OF MYSTERY (Continued) Chapter 7. Keith Bradley, her old school chum whom she had always played with as well as fought with. Their last interview had been a dispute, but now, alone on this lonely island any human being was welcome. To her surprise he was dressed as she was and his hair was long and matted. On his face was a two year’s growth of whiskers, but his eyes, large and brown, were tell- tales and one who had ever known him would have recognized him at once. He was the first to break the silence. “Well, I’ve found you at last,” he said smilingly. “You’ve teen hunting for me, Keith?” she began. “Hunting for you? Why, haven’t you heard me whistle nearly every night? I’ve been living in that dark cave, coming out at night as some wild animal, to kill a bird or rabbit for my food.” Anita simply stared. “So you’re the one who whistled and groaned and sang? Why didn’t you answer me when I called ?” “Why,er-er-you see I thought you might be-oh you know what I mean. You might have thought that I had followed you and would not have given me a chance to explain.” Anita’s eyes dropped. That was just like her, sen- sitive and unreasonable, she reflected. Keith again broke the silence, “You see, I came over here when you did,” he explained. “When the sail-boat crashed against the rock I caught a glimpse of a floating plank. My nexL glance revealed you, float- ing from me fast. I swam toward you and taking you in one arm swam toward the plank. Chapter 8. “But,” interrupted Anita interested at once, “How did you happen to be in that sail-boat? I didn’t hear you speak at all.” Keith laughed. “Of course you didn’t. I was a victim as well as yourself.” “How was that?” asked Anita.

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CLASS POEM My classmates, ’tis the end of school, The term has reached its close. We’ll say farewell, go on our ways, And take an earned repose. The bell will no more ring for us A call to friends and cheer Sweet too, may our enjoyment be Throughout each future year. Our separation's long or short Only One can tell, But what He does is always best As we all know so well. Our meeting here from day to day Has knit us in a tie Of friendship, kindness, and good will Which time will sanctify. Over Knowledge’s rugged path We’ve climbed with footsteps slow We stand just high enough to see How much we do not know. Oh well we know our coming here For months, day after day Has done us good, and fitted us To find life’s better way. We’ve laid foundations sure and strong On which to build a life That in the future time will shine And triumph over strife. Ever our thoughts will backward turn To school of youthful days, Where often as boys and girls we met When life was all ablaze. Yes oft we’ll think as days go by, Each, of his classmates dear, Our thoughts will ever wander back Through every coming year. And now farewell, the day declines The sun is on the wane, The shadows fall, the curtain drops, We break our school day’s chain. Andrew Arthur ’22

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“Don’t get impatient and I’ll tell you right from the beginning. Joe Marlowe, your cousin, has always been anxious to get that mansion and property as well as money which belongs to your father, and after his death will belong to you. I know this, for Joe, like the fool he has always been, told me so himself. His object was to get me into company with him. Of course, I refused even if you were rather angry with me for flirting with Geraldine Mansfield (which I really did not do). He, in turn threatened to get even with me and took Pete Jordon for a helper. About a month after his threat I was walking up toward town when I was suddenly blindfolded and a cloth was stuffed into my mouth. I was then carried and thrown roughly into a boat and I knew by the voices who the mischiefmakers were. I had been there for what seemed to me to have been ages when I heard them talking about you and I knew then what was up. You heard them tell about the other fellow just before the crash ? Well, they meant me. When I had carried you as far as the plank I seated myself upon it and we floated to shore. I then dis- covered the cave and not knowing what else to do, put you in there. So you see I’ve been living here all the time.” Chapter 9 Anita smiled, “Yes, I see, and if circumstances don’t change I guess we always will live together in this forsaken place.” “What if circumstances do change?” asked Keith eagerly. Anita turned her eyes toward the eastern horizon where the reflection of the sun could be seen on the water. “I don’t know,” she began, but her eyes had defected a boat—a large steamer. “Look,” she cried excitedly, “It’s coming here” and began to cry tears of joy. True enough the ship was headed straight for the island. As soon as it landed Anita saw a white- haired man coming down the gang-plank. It was her father and Anita fell headlong into his arms, sobbing hysterically. “Well, little girl, you’re given me a weary chase but we’ve found you at last,” he said, tears in his eyes.