Westbrook High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Westbrook, ME)

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Westbrook High School But, Signora, I am afraid I shall not be able to do this work. You will be able to do it. I know you can. I am a fairly good judge of people, and, be- sides, my mind is made up. When I decide on a thing, I usually get it. Then, with one of her sunny smiles the kind lady said, I know you will decide to do this, so in the morning my car will be sent for you. I will not detain you longer nowf' VVith these words she placed in Angelina's hand a card and went out. VVho could resist such a charm- ing personality? On the card was the name Mrs, Clarina Bellville. A Angelina arrived at the Bellville Mansion on the following morning, after living in ec- stacy through the entire ride, for it was her first in an automobile. The mansion's beauty dazzled her eyes, the many servants frightened her, until reassurance returned with the lady of the house. She was given her work to do, which was found to be simple and interesting. That evening a storm prevented her from re- turning home. After supper, while walking through the servants' quarters, turning a sharp corner, she came up against another person. Demurely raising her eyes, they came in contact with those of a fellow countryman. The two looked at each other a second, then, with an apology. Angelina went on her way. But Signor Guido Giacomo watched her out of sight. A serv- ant surely she is not: then who is she ? Fignor Guido walked into the library, Where were congregated other guests. Singling out Mrs. Bellville, he succeeded in entangling her from the group in which she was the central figure, as usual. Everyone came when Signor Guido called. He was a general favorite with all. . Signora Bellville, at your leisure may I ask who is the Signorina in the servants, quarters? Guido Giacomo was tall, with square shoul- ders, his hair was black, and his skin olive. There was something about him that demanded an answer to his inquiries. Signor Guido, do you mean my newly found treasure? Yes, of course you do. Now, 27 I shall have to command you to remain away from the servants' quarters for fear of your stealing this treasure. Signor Guido related the incident in brief and demanded that a meeting should be brought about. NVhich promise he received. The next morning when Angelina was about to enter the waiting automobile, she noticed that it was different, as was also the chauffeur. The chauffeur jumped out and made a very gallant bow and said, Signorina, I have, with your permission been commanded to return you to your home, the other car is in need of repair. The ride home was one long remembered by Angelina. Signor Guido talked of Italy, their mutual interest. VVhen she got home, An- gelina felt as if she had known him all her life. After this the old street saw Guido and his car as no stranger and the Bellville Mansion saw Angelina frequently. She soon became an indispensable help to them. And in less than a year she moved from the old house into the Mansion into a spacious room over- looking a beautiful lake and the tops of trees. And Signor Guido, instead of returning to Italy that year, remained in America, as it was impossible for him to think of the ocean being between Angelina and him. LENORA INIARSHALL, '23. SAVED! At a trading post in the northern part of Canada in a little log cabin which had been his home for many years, an old man lay dying. Bill Hardy, the dying man, spoke to his daughter Irene, who was sitting by his bed, and told her to come closer, and then, in a faint whisper, he said: Irene, my dear girl, I have only a short time in which to tell you a long story. Listen carefully. VVhile you were in Montreal at school, your old father has been trying to End the fortune he has always sought. At last we are richl But it is too late for me to enjoy it, so you must go back to civilization and live as a girl of your edu- cation should. But, first, there is one thinff 6

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26 enough while it lasted, it really did but small damage. But undoubtedly the timber would have been destroyed had it not been for your braveness in sending the alarm. We brought you home, he continued, unconscious, and for two weeks you have lain in a stupor. We were afraid your reason had been affected by all that you had been through. But my ear ? questioned Marjorie. Your car was destroyed in the fire, he answered, but, never mind, as he saw her disappointed look, I've ordered another one for you and one for myself, and, yes, had a telephone installed, too. Mrs. Bartlett told me all about your ride over the Range and had anything happened to you I would have always blamed myself. My idea was foolish and old-fashioned and nearly cost you your life. Now we'd better go and let you rest. Your mother is in Northford, but as soon as she returns I will send her to you. After they had gone, Marjorie leaned back among her pillows, weak, but happy. ' VVell, she said with a grin, I won the auto war, anyway l Then a musing look crept into her eyes. Neal Deane, she announced, softly, I'm go- ing to like you! . ERNEsr1NE HANN.A, '25. THE FORTUNATE MEETING The street was poorly lighted, and the shad- ows made grotesque shapes along the way. The houses were old and dilapidated, and everywhere in the streets was rubbish and uncleanliness. One small house at the ex- treme end of the street was in the worst con- dition, but something about it made an ob- server notice that in spite of its ruined state it was clean: the windows even had curtains and one or two plants. XValking along under the dim lights with a weary step was a young girl of perhaps twenty summers. She was slender and gracefully built. Upon closer observation one would see that her hair was raven black and her eyes- tired eyes--were of a dark color which brought out more clearly the whiteness of the face. VVhen she approached the last house she The Blue and VVhite turned in at the path and, drawing from her pocket a key, unlocked the door. There were three rooms in the interior, small-but tidy. The furniture was cheap and scarce, the Hoors bare, and walls without pic- tures. After entering, she began to prepare supper. Angelina Regini had now lived in America ten years. Seven years ago her father had died, her mother. following a month later. The severe winters had been too much for these people born in Sunny Italy. Angelina had been bewildered after her loss, but, rallying herself, she went to work making the things she had been taught to: baskets, paper flowers and lace work. These she sold in the large stores for a small amount barely sufficient to pay for food and rent. Each evening she re- turned as we have seen her, after delivering the work she had spent the day in making. VVhile at the store to-day she had been spoken to by a kind lady when the manager had refused in his office to accept her work. The lady had smiled and bought all herself, and had given a piece of her mind to the man-- ager, who only laughed and, taking her by the arm, went out with her. Angelina couldn't forget the pretty, doll-like face of the lady, with its wealth of golden hair and the deep blue eyes that had snapped so angrily in her behalf. She was the kind of American she liked, but there were not many. The otherslooked down upon her. A Week went by, and Angelina went through her daily routine. One day while she was busily working to finish a particular piece, a footstep sounded on the walk and a gentle rap was heard. VVondering who it might be, she opened the door and beheld the kind lady. At last I have found the house: you can't imagine how exciting a time I have had-what a beautiful basket you have in your hand! That is worth a great deal. Now, to get to the point. I must have you make some ar- ticles for me for a party I am planning. Angelina was so surprised she couldn't speak at first, but, regaining her self-compos- ure, asked her caller in. Drawing forth a chair, she invited the lady to sit down.

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28 The Blue and White Th Oakhurst Pasteurized Dairy Milk To Westbrook People y Pure Milk and Cream Everything Clean Daily Delivery We invite inspection of our Plant 364 Forest Avenue, Portland that you must do. As soon as possible you must take the dog team and go to the Post and record my claim in your name. I was taken ill just as I got everything ready to start. You must keep a good watch out for Huck Macey and .led Redden, as they have found out the place where my mine is. It is more than rich enough to keep you in comfort the rest of your life. But you must be very care- ful. as these two men are very' dangerous. You will start at dawn tomorrow and go by the river route. and you should get there before dark, then return in another day. I will be with you in spirit on the journey and perhaps help protect you. Make ready to start now, dear. Ry dawn the next day Irene was all ready to start. and with her father's great dogs, was soon spinning over the snow. She traveled fast, as it was bitter cold, and it was a long journey to the Post. She came to a stop on the top of a small hill and looked about her over the vast whiteness. Then she saw some- thing way oh' in the distance, and could just make out two dog teams, with their occupants in each. They were going at a good rate, and as she watched she saw that they would cross her trail about noon. She suspected that they were her fatherls old enemies. After think- ing a minute. she decided to try the trail in the woods. This she did, and after traveling about three miles, came to a clearing, where she could see a cabin. This was the home of Silent Joe, the Indian guide, who was a friend of her father. He was pleased to see her after her two years' absence at school. Quickly she told him her trouble, and his old face was very stern as he told her to wait and he would help her. Soon they were on the trail again, and Silent joe told her of the hardships that had befallen her father these last two winters, and that he had had much trouble with the two men now chasing her. At last they turned back to the river, and Silent joe showed her where the trail crossed the river and would save her two hours of hard traveling. He also said that her enemies knew nothing of this trail. So, leaving her with directions as to where and how to go, he went back to his cabin to attend to her team. She kept on and soon knew that she was getting nearer her destination and would soon know whether or not the fortune was hers. As she reached the recorderis office, she could hardly see, as it was growing dark. She had everything fixed in her name and the claims safely in her hands when the door flew open and the two men came striding in, and when they saw Irene they both exclaimed. Beaten, and by a girl li' BER'rH.x L. L.xFFiN, '26.