West Fairmont High School - Maple Leaves Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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V,,yJ,,, l .nur ' ll I -W metettmves will The following day Pam took her Aunt America into her confidence, saying: Aunty, don't you think Mr. Ashly is divine? Miss America was conscious of a slightly increased tempo of her heart-beat, but she answered in a condescending tone: He's a very nice young man. But to herself she was saying: Divine? That is too mild to put it. He is a veritable Apollo. Pam continued: It is so mysterious about his seeming so familiar to us all. I wonder who he is, really. That evening a slight fog arose and the passengers of the Lancaster as- sembled on the lower deck. They were sitting in groups discussing politics, stock markets, scandal and clothes. Pam had already grown bored with such talk, and Mr. Ashly wasn't there anyway. He could have held one spellbound talking about the weather. She slipped quietly away and ascended to the upper deck. and, seeing the familiar ligure of William Ashly, Jr., she gave a melodramatic sneeze, which sounded real to listening ears. William came and escorted her to a steamer chair. After a few moments, he concluded that Pam's scarf was too thin for com- fort, and he calmly placed his arm around her shoulders. Pam, could youL? No, Mr. Ashly, I could not! She stated this in her most haughty air. No, I could not. Considering the mystery around you-well, it is hardly to be expected! Before William could say one word Aunt America came upon the scene with Belle and Martha. He hastily made a place for the ladies to sit, and after a few moments, went below. A stiff and awkward silence ensued. At last, Aunt America spoke in calm. subdued tones: Captain Trexler says we shall land before tomorrow evening. The ladies took this calmly enough: Pam sighed, bit her lip, and said: I'm glad. It's been such a long, tiresome voyage. At least one lady present thought: How can the child tell such falsehoods? With a few more words they went to their respective cabins. The next day everyone on board was in a hurry preparing to land. Pam did not see Mr. Ashly again until they had come in sight of land. It was a queer meeting. Mr. Ashly seemed nonplussed: Pam was plainly embarrassed. They spoke, but it was a formal, rather curt salutation. Ten seconds and it was over. Miss America, who was standing beside Pamela, greeted him with a more friendly word and then he had gone, Suddenly a man in uniform said: All off. and so they passed out of sight of Mr. Ashly. The four ladies went back to their home and appeared to forget the voyage. One day Pam went to the post-office for any letters there might be for her. There was only a magazine. This she took home and slowly scanned the pages. At last she saw a picture, an advertisement, Mr. Ashly's face! When Miss America came in she found that she had fainted. When Pam became conscious, she whispered in her aunt's ear: He's the Arrow Collar Man. Page 83

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.,,,.Q iii? -fl-W t AP' tc5c.cn'vc5i c Z fill Iaamelzfz jlllzm By LILLIAN HUFFMAN, Sophomore AMELA COPELAND, her maiden aunt of uncertain years. Miss Q America Copeland, a second cousin by marriage, Martha Payson, and her sister, Belle, had been aboard the steamer, Lancaster, three days. Pamela seemed to be immune to any such contagion as t ' seasickness. Not so her worthy escorts. They had long since suc- cumbed and were suffering in the throes of awful agony. Pam was on the upper deck beside the railing looking out at the rolling blue sea. She had not been standing there long, however, when she had an uncanny feeling of being watched. She turned her head and gazed into a pair of gray eyes belonging to a handsome young man. The man said: I am William Ashly, Jr. I have seen, by the passenger list, that you are Miss Pamela Copeland. Pamela's smile was a credit to Miss America's exhibition of how she used to overwhelm the minds of young Beau Brummels, and William Ashly, Jr.. straightway became her devotee: however, her smile was puzzling. When Pamela went below she found her Aunt America in a much improved state, and so she expounded: Aunt America, he looks so familiar! I could swear I've seen him before! He has big, gray eyes that must have come from Ireland! She talked more of the saintly, heavenly, divine Mr. Ashly, When she retired and after many sighs fell asleep to dream of-Mr. William Ashly, Jr. The next morning found Miss America sufficiently recovered fromv her affliction to go on deck. It is more than probable that curiosity played a lead- ing role in her recovery. The two ladies dined with Mr. Ashly, and thereafter they talked inces- santly of him. It is little wonder that Belle Payson and Martha were made so keenly aware of his presence that sea-sickness left them and they went to view this demi-god. Their opinion accorded with those of Pamela and Miss America. They were agreed that they had seen him before. As Belle put it: I feel that in another incarnation, I was a princess and he my consort. After this bold speech there was general sighs and suspicious glances. At last they broached the subject to him. Mr Ashly, haven't we met you before? queried Pamela. I'm sure your face is familiar! A'Er-why, I-I daresay you have-uh-seen me before. Er-I used to appear in public very often. In what capacity? asked Belle. Why-I'd rather not speak of it at present. I'm sorry we've intruded on private affairs, stated Pamela in a slight frigid tone. Mr. Ashly bowed stifily, and after a slight pause in the conversation, Belle and Martha, murmuring something about a beauty sleep, went below. Miss America soon followed, leaving Pamela and William the benefit of a full moon. But this favor Pam declined to accept, and so she, too, retired. Page 82 ...R . '

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lLZ. 's'FFfT-'f' H p6lPL6LGflUE5i ' T eel The Cbreen 251325 nf Slqarklefnrh Uahin By GRACE Boooiass, Freshman j'Pff't w,EE, I'm glad Ric came to New London, Tom said happily. So am I, declared Weldon. Uv 'le' fl If he hadn't we couldn't have this cabin for a club house. Here comes beans: I wish Ric would hurry up a little, I'm getting tired ' 'x'S ' of Waiting. I guess you'll hang around for a while yet. Ric was a lad of about eighteen, and had come to New London recently. He had helped a group of boys to persuade their parents to let them use the old Shackleford cabin for a club house. The day before our story opens the boys had gained their parents' consent, and had worked some about the cabin to get it in order for their use. Ric had the key, so when the boys came early they had to wait until he came. Finally when he appeared in the distance all the boys were there. He came up to the garden path whistling cheerfully, and as he neared the boys. he said: Promptness is a good thing-sometimes. Well you sure took your good old time coming, grumbled Beans. Ric unlocked the door and stepped inside, paused and then gave a low ex- clamation of surprise. The boys pushed up against him, but the doorway was so small that they couIdn't see around him. What is the matter? demanded Hal, who was the farthest away. Ric stepped aside: the other boys could see inside, and they, too, stopped in surprise. Everything that they had so carefully put in place the night be- fore had been piled neatly in the middle of the floor. Well, I suppose we might as well get to work and clean this place up, Ric said after a pause. The boys set to work and put the articles in their original places. Later, when everything was in order, they held a council of war and decided to stay in the cabin the next night. The meeting then adjourned until evening, but some of the boys were doubtful as to whether it would be all right to leave the cabin or not. The boys left the cabin and went slowly down the path to their homes. All day long a pair of green eyes had watched the boys as they worked, as they had also watched the day before. Beside the green eyes was a pair of brown ones that had watched with a frown, which remained for some time after the boys had left. The boys returned to the cabin just at dusk, when the crickets were be- ginning to chirp and the frogs to croak down by the stream. Later they built a fire in the ire-place, as it was rather cool in the evening. Tell me about 'Old Man Shacklefordf said Ric to Tob. Well, about five years ago a man named 'Shackleford' came to New Lon- don and took a room at the hotel. He stayed there for some time studying flowers that he gathered in the woods. Finally, he bought this cabin, so it was known as 'Shackleford Cabin.' He gathered flowers and planted them in his garden. Pretty soon he had a very nice place, and people came to see it and to visit him. for nearly everyone liked him. One morning some folks called upon him and found him dead. No one ever knew why he was killed. It was thought that he had some money, but not enough for anyone to kill him. He loved his garden so much that some folks say on moonlight nights Page 8.4 I