Westport High School - Herald Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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5 THE WESTPORT HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. I slipped my coat over my shoulders, carefully unlocked tne door, and stepped outside. I ha.d seen a small fir tree just beyond the window, so I groped about until I found it, and then with Sander- sonps own knife I cut it down. I crept back into the house and succeeded in set- ting the tree up on the table, then I fum- bled in my suit case until I found a new handkerchief and a pair of cuff buttons, and although I did not know what San- -derson would do with the latter, I had to use what I had, as the nearest store was about ninety miles away. The tree was just ready when 'fDoc,' opened his door and came oat. C'Well, why in thunder donjt you go to bed ?' he demanded crossly-but just then he caught sight of the little tree and paused with a gasp, as though a cold 'wave had suddenly knocked him under. Merry Christmas in I cried, wishing to change his pained expression to one of joy. Merry Christmas Ii' he answered, but his tonie was anything but joyful-- an-d-his eyes threatened tears. p Winthrop, I thank youf' he mur- mured, while he grasped my two hands and held them tightly, then he motioned me to the couch and drew his chair up beside it before the fire. f'Boy, Ijll telliyou a storyf' he said. I remained silent and he went on. t'It was exactly ten years ago the twelfth of this month, that I came up' here on my honeymoon with the dearest girl in the world as my wife. She was beautiful, too, with a soul as sweet as her face. We came to this little hut, way up here in the wilds, because she loved it as dearly as I did. we had spent one happy sum- mer here as sweethearts, and the winter honeymoon promised to be a great deal happier. We had been married in Chi- cago and had run away fro-m the bridal party-no one but her mother knew where we were, a.nd We spent the first ten days up her in perfect bliss. Then she-her name was Helena-was taken sick with -i fearful cold, and with all my knowledge of medicine, nothing was of any use, and she died on the night of the twenty-fourth, Christmas live, our first Christmas Eve, here in this very room on that very couch. Well, I buried her as she wished, lse- neath a great white birch tree 'down there to the south. It was the tree beneath which she had consented to be my wife, and our initials were carved upon its trunk. After that, l walked to the rail- road and sent a message to her mother. t'The rest of our friends I didnjt seem to care about, and after awhile I forgot them, and I suppose they forgot me. I couldnjt go back to them without Helena, so I just took up the life of a trapper, a back wofodsman, with only one past and these books of hers for company. Well, ten years have lessened the sharpness of my sorrow and I've begun to make the best. of life, but Christmas Eve has lost its joy for nie, for .l. can always see Hel- ena as she looked so many, many years ago. But somehow, to-night I feel a little more cheerful. I 'ni glad you came, Win- throp. I believe I ,ve been doing wrong all these years, nursing my sorrow and neg- lecting my life work. Perhaps it was wrong. I should have made something of myself. I should have done some good in the world instead of moping away up here alone. IJll begin Sunday. Iill go back to the world and make my life worth living. Thank you again, my boy-and yet-D His head had fallen forward and his eyes looked dreamily into space. Helena, my poor little girl--poor lit- tle girl-'9 His voice was almost inaud- ible. I did not speak and the fire before us Hickered and died out, until only a few live coals smouldered among the white ashes. Uatlzerine Ware, 707, l P3 V Sc T1 Ci Pi Sc Ai Sc ni sei ye ha m a wc th na wl ha ve ,1 . . . . . ., . , -....1...-eg--1-4....:a5a...'1:-:.a..g.g4,4:,.,:,:5:,l,Ya5,,g:AQaNu'gum Nl -A f pq - Ax M Y A : V ---0-a'-nc,M.:.,:..:.,i..4,,,, V is Y.. V .. . . . , . - , ---..--...J-.........,.,., ..,,, -req.: .

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