Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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I'm I-Iulda Englemann, and I want to know if I may have one of the children to take to my house to help with the chores. No, ma'am, none o, my kids is gonna go up there with all those ghostsf, Oh, mother, may I go, please! the sweet voice of a young girl came from within. - No, ya ain't goin'.', Oh, mother! Lizzy Teller came out to the door. She was dressed like the rest of the children, but she didn't look the same. Her hair was brushed back, and she carried herself with an air of pride. When Hulda saw Lizzy, she turned pale. Was it? Could it be? Oh, no, she couldn't have had a sister! What,s wrong? Wonit I do? asked the girl. 1 . Oh, ah, o-er, yes, you'll do Hne, if your mother will let you come. Oh, she isn't my mother, but I call her that. She'll let me come. Won't you, mother? Anyone could tell that the girl had once lived in a refined atmosphere. She spoke so sweetly and so differently from the NVidoW Tel- ler who responded, Wal, I suppose so. When they arrived at the old Englemann mansion, they were not greet- ed by a very pleasant aspect. The house stood on the top of a hill, alone and serene. The windows at the top looked like eyes searching into your soul as though they knew everything you were trying to conceal. Hulda hated the place, but it was her only hope of safety. She was in a hurry to get settled. What if he found out where she had gone? Oh, no, he couldn't. Was this his sister? Why didn't somebody tell her? Why didn't she know? Why did things like this have to happen? In this state of mind Hulda entered the house followed by Lizzy. It was equally uninviting inside. They made a fire and ate something, after which I-Iulda decided to go to bed. There were no lights in the house, and Hulda had to carry a candle. It cast dark shadows on the wall. She went up the long, winding stairs very slowly. As she got to the top, she thought she heard a voice. I'm coming, I'm coming, and I'll get you! I'll kill you just as you did John! Ha, ha! I'l1 make it worse than dying. Revenge! ha, ha, revenge! The clock below struck eleven. Oh, dear God, why didn't somebody help her? What should she do? Was someone coming? There, she heard footsteps. They were light, airy footsteps on the stairs above her. It was coming down! It rounded the landing and started down the same stairs she was on. It brushed past her! She screamed and put her arms in front of her face as though to protect herself. What's wrong, Miss Hulda? Do you see a ghost? Oh, Lizzy, it's only you, but I can't see you. I can't see anything. What's happened? Come here, Lizzy. Light the candle. It's lit, Miss I-Iuldaf, But, Lizzy, I can't see you. Come right here in front of me with the candle. Oh, Miss Hulda, your eyes! Don't stare at me like that! Please, Miss I-Iulda! But-oh, Lizzy, Lizzy, come near me! What's wrong? My eyes, help me! I'm blind! I'm blind! 1 No, Miss Hulda, no! I-Iere's the candle. Can't you see now?

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were now useless. A policeman chased them away. All Billy could do now was to go and tell the newspaper man. He could hardly keep back the tears. All his hopes were shattered. What was that lying in the gutter? It looked like a book of keys. Yes, it was, and there was the name, A. J. Reynolds, and the address was 1 156 Madison Drive. He knew where that was. In a few minutes he was before the beautiful mansion on Madison Drive. He felt very small in his rags, but summoning up all his courage he knocked twice. The butler who opened the door was about to shut it again when he saw Billy, but Billy said, Please, sir, does Mr. Reynolds live here? I found some keys with his name on them. The butleris expression changed at once. He ushered Billy in, and soon he was before the kindly Mr. Reynolds. Billy told him all his troubles. Mr. Reynolds' listened attentively. Soon Billy was on his way home, a new ten-dollar bill tightly clutched in his hand, but first he stopped at the store and proudly bought the beautiful shawl. Gladys H irscb. Unknouiun Revenge JOHN LASALLE was sentenced to death! Phillip LaSalle was sentenced to prison! They were both spies for the French, caught in a German camp. Who had given the evidence? This is what Phillip LaSalle wanted to know. Their trial was over, and they were leaving the courtroom when he found out. Hulda Englemann, a woman! She was in the rear of the court room now. He looked. Could it be possible that this mere wisp of a girl was the cause of all their troubles? He would go to prisong his brother would die. All the hatred that was in him came to the surface, and then, as though possessed, he yelled across the courtroom, I'1l kill you if it's the last thing I do!', That was many years ago. The present scene is quite different. Hulda Englemann jogged along a dirt road in a taxi that had seen better days. On one side was a cliff and below that the roaring, wild, dashing waves of the Pacific. Large rocks spiralled out of the water. The fog hung thick all around. Hulda was unable to distinguish any small objects. They had just passed an old farmhouse that was the color of mud. At one of the Windows a little girl with a dirty face and tangled hair pressed her nose against the pane. Hulda waved to her but got only a giggle in response. She asked the driver who lived there. It was the Wfidow Teller with seven children, one of whom was adopted. Hulda decided to get one of the children to help her at her house, which had once been her father's permanent residence. Hulda had just found out that Phillip LaSalle had escaped from prison and was out of his mind. He was after her with the insane idea of killing her. She had fled in terror to her father's house, hoping he would not find her there. When she knocked on the door of the farmhouse, she heard a bustle of feet inside. An elderly woman with a weatherbeaten face stood at the door. Wal, what diya want?

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No, nog I can't see! I ca-- Suddenly she stopped. What's that? Listen! Nothing but the waves, Miss Huldaf' Listen! It's a machine stopping in front. Your brother, Lizzy, is after me. Don't let him get me. Take me away quick, quick, away! My brother, my brother? I have no brother, Miss Huldaf' Weren't you born in France? Isn't your name La Salle? Heavens no! I'm French, but I was born in California, and my name is Carr. I'm an orphan. Oh, I see, but no matter. Take me away! I hear them coming up the steps. Lizzy took her into the bedroom where a secret passage led down to a tunnel out to the beach. But, Lizzy, I can't see. What shall I do? I'll fall. Oh, please help me! Stay here. I'll be right backf' When Lizzy opened the door, she was surprised to see a messenger boy standing there. Are you Miss Englemann? Here's a telegram for you. No, I'm not Miss Englemann, but I'll take it to her. When he was gone, Lizzy opened the telegram and read it. It was from a friend of Hul- da's and stated that Phillip La Salle had been killed in a train wreck that night at exactly eleven o'clock. Miss Hulda, it's a telegram. only a telegram. It's a- As she opened the door, she stopped short. There on the floor was Hulda Englemann. She had died of fright, fear of Phillip La Salle. He had gained his revenge. The thought of him had killed her although he would never know it. Lucille Klein. Dick POISED with one foot in the air, halfway through a forest, Dick stopped. He was a half-grown, police dog, intelligent and with lots of pep. He had just run away from home. He had a habit of running away, but he always returned. He could not seem to make his young master understand that he wanted a little freedom and did not wish to stay tied up or in the house all day. Now as he stopped, he heard a faint sound like a whimper. Cocking his head to one side, he listened. Directing his footsteps slyly forward, he peered through the bushes. What he saw made him start. Here was his young master, Tommy, only five years of age, slowly but surely being drawn into the depths of a terrible swamp. Dick stood still for a moment. Then, with wonderful speed, he tore through the woods and in a short time was home. After much trouble he got his little master's father and uncle to follow him. Wfhen at last Tommy was home safe in bed, everyone began to look for Dick. From a distance they saw him running wildly after a rabbit, absolutely unconscious of the deed he had performed. Anna May Robinson.