Winchester School - Oui Dire Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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OUT DIRE 63 She let her thoughts stray back to the first time that she had attended a service in this chapel. Ifler white hair had then hung in golden curls, She saw herself nodding and chatting with her many friends in the small congregation. This picture grew dim and a more vivid scene took its place. The chapel this time was gorgeously decorated with beautiful spring flowers, It was the eve- ning of her marriage. How clearly she could see the smiling and happy faces of her family and friends! There she stood, arrayed in soft white satin, beside john Stephens. She could almost hear the faint strains of music, so vivid was the happy scene. Then had followed many years of happiness. Again she thought of this apparently cold and unfeeling congregation which now surrounded 'her and contrasted it with the one she had known at the time of her husband's death. Everyone had been so very kind and sympathetic. This was the one sad and unhappy picture which presented itself to her and it seemed to thrust all others from her mind. On the day of the funeral, the little chapel, usual- ly so cheerful and pretty, seemed to have been changed into a cold and impressive cave. All she could see was the big black cofnn in which all her happiness had been buried. Blrs. Stephens had then spent many years, in order to regain her lost strength. with some relatives. On her return she saw very few familiar faces in the congregation Indeed, her only friend seemed to be the old minister. Ile had become so feeble that his son had taken over all the ac- tive work of the parish. Everything had changed! Even the church in which services had been held year after year was being replaced by a modern place of worship. This thought sud- denly brought Mrs. Stephens back to her present surroundings. The choir was marching out and the voices of the young boys sounded very far away. As the minister was leaving the church he noticed Mrs. Stephens still sitting in her pew. Her face was so white that he thought she must have fainted. On reaching her he found that still another link with his past life had been broken. Mrs, Stephen's soul had Hoated up to heaven with the sweet strains of the last hymn. B. B. 'l7. COUNTRY LIFE. CPlay1et in Three Acts.j Place: Back XN1oods Time: Present Samuel, tthe hushandj f Ill-11, -tthc wifcl 1 L ,mlm,l.L,H lnnmei jones 1 Iiarmer Brown 1 ivcr 1 St'L'IIC'.' Old Country llouse, 5111111101 lllltl illiriti .vitliizij by 1110 13115111111 .vf11t'1'. 111' is 5111111111111 tl lvU1'11 coli fiifc 111111 slit' ix 1111171- 11111 ll 1'e11 Xtfflllfllffff. Sui titer.-XX'l1at are you thinking about, Kliria? BIIRIA--Iilll good and ashamed Samuel, but I was thinking of the I was wishing we could see life on of myself. city world. our twenty- tifth wedding day: that will he here next month. I have never left this farm, and I love every tree and each blade of grass, my pet chickens, the pigs, our old cow with her little white calf and faithful old Roger, we have had him almost as long as we have had each other, I am not complaining, husband, but what wouldn't I give for a sight of one of those automobiles. That city-chap who was selling tin-ware told me that automobiles run alone, flo you believe it, Samuel? S.va11'1i1.fKliria, are you well, dear? You are all out of breath: that is more than you have talked in the twenty-live yearsl Tutl Tutl we are too old! l-et's hurry to bed, it is seven o'clock and I must be up at the cock's crow. KIIRIA--XYOLI know that old stocking under the mattress1 it is almost full of silver bitsl Suppose we take it and go for a whole day! vacation on our wedding day. S.vx1t11i1.JCo1ne, get the lamp. I'll see. I'll dream over it. ,vcr ll Scclle: Same as .Xct I-1 lne month later. Rlllllk-liljl up, Samuel, I have never closed my eyes all night: I am so Hustered and it is dawn. You have been to Beatte's Corners three times lately: I can hardly dress l am so worked up. SAKIUEI.--Illll'1'y, Kliria, I have your break- fast laid out on the oil cloth on the edge of the stove. Eat some pie, and doughnuts and drink a lot of milk: we want to feel good all day. .Xnd Mirial IJon't forget to put a package of dough- nuts in my coat pocket. BIIRI.-Xl,X whole day from this house. I.ook at that motto, Home, sweet home. I wonder if we are doing right. tXYiping her eyes with her apron, she singsi, l'll wear my best little bonnet with the bit of lace upon it. tlhl and I'll add my prize chicken feather.

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ting DIRE She ushered them into the front parlor. They sat down on the edge of the horsehair sofa and on the stiff-hacked chairs. The other children :soon came. When they had heen there for a few minutes their company manners wore off and they clamored for a story. Of course it was a Ilihle story with a little moral from time to time thrown in. hut done so gently that the children did not mind. After the story they went out to the garden and had tea. It is re- inarkahle how much ten unconstrained children can devour in ten tninutes. Having had tea the children played in the grass and went to see let, and Tammany, thehig tiger cat. .Xhout half past live they went home, all having very much enjoyed their afternoon. its Miss glulia cleared that tahle and washed the dishes hy the last rays of the setting sun, she felt extremely happy. for she had given pleasure to others which was the greatest joy her un- sellish heart desired. II. Ii, 'i7. o t,t.vkovi.if. P1..vt il., If'r11snticoH, PA., Septemher 4. 1914. Xlv Ili-axis Ihoisornvzf In your last letter you asked me how I enjoyed myself at Iiernice I.ivingston's house-party. Itell, I never had. or expect to have again, such a pleasant time. I certainly was not disappointed in Oak Manor. I had heard from people who had visited there that it was one of the most heautiful estates in all Iingland. It came up to my expectations in every way. It is complete in every detail. Although the house is immense, it is very cheerful and home-like. The wild fore ests with the heautiful deer scampering away at the slightest noise and the well-kept gardens with their heds of old-fashioned flowers and oddly tiimmed hedges, are magnificent. Behind the gardens are the well-lilled stahles. IXIr. Iaivinge ston has always heen fond of horses and he still keeps manv handsome thoroughhreds. The most heautiful thing in all the estate is llernice herself. I think she is an ideal girl. .Xt her mother's death five years ago, although she was very young, she look full charge of the house. Of course thev have servants to do everything, hut overseeing a large estate like theirs is a great responsihility. IIer father and hrothers idolize her and if she were like most girls she would have been spoilt long ago and would he nothing now hut a light. Ilippant girl. I do not mean she is not fond of pretty clothes and enjoying life generally with the young people, for nothing pleases herihetter. She FIIIT lieill ITMJ!-Ll of llle lfnfnys Qt tgmiigg, and at golf I never saw a girl play as she does. The best of all is to watch her starting out to hunt with all her friends, and later when they come home, to see her carrying the largest amount of game strapped to her saddle! lVe all spent two very happy weeks there. I stayed in London for a few days and then sailed for home. Soon after war was declared, I got a long in- teresting letter from Bernice. She said that Reginald and Malcolm, her brothers, had left for the front. They had gone to military school for a few years, Bernice said her father and she were very lonely without them and a little worried, for they had not heard from the boys since they left. .Xll through the letter I could see that she wished that she could go to the front and serve her country. XYhile she was at school she took a short course in nursing, Yesterday I was very much surprised to get a letter from Ilernice from northeastern France where she is helping as a Red Cross nurse. She said we have no idea of the suffering and hard- ships among the soldiers. She also said, 'AI can do very little, hut I am glad I came for there are harely enough nurses to do all the work. I have only a couple of hours a day to myself for there are wounded being brought in all the time. Cne trouhle that is worrying us now is where we are going to put them if they keep on coming. Of course she tried to make light of how hard she is working, hut she is the kind of girl that will keep on as long as her strength lasts. They are all hoping that this awful war will end before the cold weather sets in. Ile sure and write soon and tell me all about my friends in Ifoston. Your loving Janet. R. R. '17, THE OLD CHAPEL. Up the rickety wooden steps the hent form of old Mrs. Stephens could he seen as she made her way to the little chapel. At the door she was niet hy the kind old minister and his son. .Ns she walked to her pew with her feehle and treinhling gait, she felt chilled and lonely, as many curious glances were directed towards her. .Xs she sank into the corner of her pew her eyes filled with tears, as she realized that this was to he the last service held in this little chapel so dear to her, as a beautiful new church was about to he completed. It had been a very great undertaking for her to attend this twilight service. 5

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ml oU1-DIRE S XXl1'l.l.fI feel like fl boy again. hlllilk-11111211 nizikes 111e feel so young like, I 1X'l'.Il1llC1'! llhey get in the XYHQOHJ. 5.1111 l.l.' -111-t up. Roger. it is ten 111iles to lIe:1tt1 s C111'11e1's! l.iet up! 1.iet up! 1111111-ls this tl1e place, Sainuel? I see notliing but four 17111419 and ll re1l thrashing l1l2lL'll1llL'. S1x111'1f1.f'lil111t is 1111 auto a1111 I have lear11e1l to push it along. Xl1111.v-Your three visits! I see! But will it go? S.1x11'1iL-1111? XYhew! ,lump i11! Dont be sc21re11, which road, Xliria? 'l'11ose three le111l to villages, tl1e otl1er i11to tl1e country. 1111111-'l'l1e country road, Samuel! XYe will feel 111ore hoine like. Uh! Uh! There goes llly prize chicken feather! I 11111 so scared! l'lt-ase, stop! My best honnet's O11 tl1e back of llly he-1111! 1111! 1111! There goes tl1e l1orse blanket: 1 llllfl it 2110111111 llly shoulders to keep X1'2ll'1'l'l! S1vx1t'1i1.+lJo11't be scared! llreat life! Isn't it? ,lust flying through the air 111111 no hoss to fee1l! Steady ol1l fellow, w11oa! whoa! Are you holding tight to tl1e sides, Kliria? NIIlil.X+Slll'l'l11Cl, it is line! But, ol1! Xvhat is that? S.v11t'1i1.fXX'e are 111ur1lerers, wife: I have 1'lll1 KIOXYII Zl chicken! XllRliXfI.OOli ! ! l-ook! .X 1112111 I'L1l1111llg'll11S way with Il pitcl1 fork ! ! 1 13111111511 'l11x12sfl1ere, you ricl1 city folks give 111C o11e dollar for that chicken! You city people with your ZlllltJ1llOlJllCS 1lo us no good! tfiainuel gives 21 silver 1loll21rl! Kliidvsf lur silver 11l1l1lX'Cl'SZ1l'y, Sainuell .xllll to pay Ll dollar for one chicken, 1111, 111Lll'ilLfl'! XX'h11t's that? Iilll shot! Iilll killed! S111 1'1-:L--Oiily a hlow-out! M1111.xsf1'Jl1! Xvhat fu11 we are l1L1Y111g! S.vA11'1LL-My ol1l erick in llly hack is here again, so we will go back! Kl1111.v-1 wish I 111111 lJ1'ULlQ,'l1l llly li11i111e11t along! 1111! Xvhat is that? Right in tl1e road, Il whole flock of chickens! S.1111'1iL-f'l'1111t farmer hlones has 10111 some other f11rn1e1' about that IIUIIEII-, 111111 tl1ey l'l1C2lll to rob us of our silver. Klllil.X+Il1lU yonder corn Field, quick! Quick! 1Il2111g! Crash! And both are sitting on tl1e corn stul1b1es!1 11111511211 l11111wNw.Xre you two crazy people, or :ire you on Ll joy ride? S1111151. 11x11 Kl1111.1 ,lI1J1L1l'I'lllCRf-Ntl, we are on our silver Z1ll11lYCl'SLl1'y ride 111111 saving our silver from you! ACT 111 5111110 115 5511110 0110. Sauzzzcl rolled 111 slzatvls tlllll llliria with lzcnd 170111101 np, and aruzl in ll roller tonic! for I7 sling. S,vMt'EL-Xvell, Kliria! Are you satisfied, wife? 11111111-It was grand! Samuel! But such queer feelings 2111d starts all tl1e w11ile! My knees are wobhling yet. Let's buy another horse with tl1e silver for our anniversary a1111 let the city folks l1ave their autoinobiles. ll. Rl. VIQ. lTHl2 ENDJ lfcho 11ot tl1e wor1ls of others as a parrot does, D. H. VIQ. LOST AND WON. 1111 one side of the large Ross estate there grew a line group of nr trees. .fkround them tl1ick and dense bushes grew up and vines wound lllC1l' way up the trunks of these trees, thus joining tl1e111 together and forming a 5Cl'CCl1. .Xt tirst glance a stranger wo11l1l think there was no way to enter tl1is paradise of trees and bushes, but O11 close inspection o11e could see there was a s111all parting through which a lit- tle Zllltl i1111isti11ct path ran, and by crawling on 112111115 and knees one, witl1 consi11erable care, 111ig11t e11ter. Inside tl1e underbrush was clear- ed away and the weeds pu1le1l up, leaving the Qlllllllll carpeted wt11 soft, velvety 111055 a11d groups of pretty ferns. Between two of tl1e lZll4QC5l trees a l1an1n1ock was swu11g a1111 here Z1 young girl was accustonied to lie, reading-or sleeping ZIXYHY the Z1lllC1'l101Jl1. She was there IIOXY, but sl1e was not reading. No, nor sleeping, for from ti111e to time sl1e w111111l toss restlessly and utter a low sob. But wl1y 511011111 sl1e cry? 1111 tl1e table beside l1er were several hooks, a box of candy, a1111 a glass 111 lCl111l112l1lC, but she tonclied none ol tl1e111. She just lay there crying and thinking, evident- ly trying to l'l1ZlliC Llp her n1in11 to soiuething. liinally sl1e stood LIP. She was a pretty girl now about thirteen. Ifler face was tlushed Hllfl her eyes were re11 from crying. She clenched her lists a1111 stainped her foot, 'lIl1ey Sll2lll't,H she 1lec1are1l aloud a1111 crossed to tl1e other side of her grove. She knelt dow11 and drew Zl box from hel1ind tl1e bushes. 171-11111 tl1is she took Zl pencil and paper a1111 began to write. 'l'hey shan't, she 1leclared again. I shall write to 'lloininy Clllll tell 11in1 all about it. They sl1a11't,ISay! i N