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

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TC TWILIGHT HOUR (A Study In Words ) It had been a rlorious Tuesday in the sunshiny month of August and somehow one was glad after all to be sh ring ever, this tiny slice of life. The luminous orb as if loath to leave so charming a section of this vast universe ever until tomorrow had slowly sunk as evening a proached, behind black, fleecy, threatening clouds, hardly had it disappeared when as if by magic a cool but refresbi- g breeze obligingly swept across the valley, irds, crickets a; d grasshoppers w' ich hitherto had been chirping and singing to their hearts cc tent wore worder- fullv silent as though trying to defy the impending' inevitable. Old Charles War part gazed wonderirgly across fields of ripe f;rain hich shortly would mercilessly receive their dew, to where vast stretches of foliage failed r isera.bly to hold aloof from the perfect printing just above them. In fact they lent a restfull background to old Charles Wampart’s dreaming soul. And as he gazed into space he unconsciously abandoned all cares and lost himself in reveries of the past. Slouched comfortably in his strawbottomed chair, his fin- gers interlaced around his knee with his foot resting on the round and his chair tipped back, he was thus supported against the marred door casing. is old straw' ’-at none the better for wear, was pushed back off is shiny forehead------almost campl : oely covered with ayseeds and wisps cf cobwebs which trickled delight- full1- onto his broad shoulders. The Daily Globe was lying neg- lected across his lap with his dark rimmed spectacles on tog of it. The scene commanded a picturesque setting of supreme comfort to the casual onlooker.

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A distant rumble brought Gram; fyam.par t back to earth. He had been thinking of a similar t ime fi .n years or so ago when little Alice, (he always thought of her thus although die wes married and had freckled-face Billy wbr was entering complaints about his two month old go-to-meeting shies pinching his toes, and smiling, rosy-cheeked Betty. ) In. ' le Alice, his sole delight, had come to him one evening, an exact duplicate of this evening. She had trouble in her blue eyes and he soothed her with, Time will tell, and it had, so splendidly, he thought. Thereupon he thoughtfully picked up his- paper but was in- terrupted by a sudden clap of thunder which echoed and reech oed throughout the valley, then lazily rumbled into silence. Absolute quiet reigned for a moment; subsequently followed by a distant whir which was heard drawing nearer end nosr.r, « indovrs and dfiors banged shut and a vigilant mother with her newly hatched brood scurried to a protruding bit of shelter. A panting hound slouched pityfully into his tunnel and a dusty cow stood waiting patiently while her new born stared with wonderment and then bewilderment as the violent and infuriated storm finally arrived. Finally the wind ceased,the downpour seemingly bored, per- haps impa.tient to be detained by so ma.tter of fact a greup of spectators, at length had proceeded rejoicingly on its way. A crew of ducks abandoned their shelter to paddle vociferously in happiness. es, it s identically the same, the old man mused. ’Cept times have changed since the war. Gues I'll— Say, what ha.ve you there, Billy? Oh, drawing acain,Eh? And he peered amusedly ai, Billy from over the top of his spectacles. Then resuming some- what distractedly his formr thoughts he picked up the New Englarc Homestead and placidly turned the pages, keeping one eye on the