Woodward High School - Saga Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Don't talk like that, Harvey. You 're going to get better and the11 you and I will go back to England-and her. Eric! Do you think she'll wait? Do you think she cares? Sure she cares, old chap-she'll be waiting when you get backf' Harvey lay still and closed his eyes-a look of intense thought was on his face. Then he said slowly, Do you know Eric, it 's you she loves? It isn't me-it's you. My heart tells nie that she loves you. Her farewell smile was for youfy A look of hope and then that of one who accepts the inevitable crossed Gordon's face. No, Harvey, it's you she loves-she-she told me so. Gordon felt justified for this white lie when he saw the light on Gauthier's face. t'Are you sure, Eric? Sure, old top, now go back to sleep. Gauthier closed his eyes and soon fell asleep with a smile on his lips. -v Gordon resunied his seat by the fire. Ile heard voices outside. A loud knock came at the door. When he opened it, tl1e light streamed out upon the stern faces of the group of nien standing there. The spokesman of the party began in a loud voice, An Injun guide cuin inter town t'day 311' he ha' tol' us who killed Bud Harris, the trapper one moon ago: an' we are cuni t' take Harvey Gauthier with us. Eric started. Here was a group of inen bent on having revenge for the death of their friend. Their niinds were intlanied with angerg they would not listen to reason. The nian they would kill lay behind hiin. weak and ill. A woman over in England loved this nian and he returned her love. For him- self, Eric Gordon, there was nothing-no one to live for. He would not be lnissed. And then-he loved Harvey Gauthier. All these thoughts flashed through his mind while those determined nien waited for hini to speak. I ani Harvey Gauthier, he said siniply. I will go with you. Please wait until I leave a message for iny sick friend. Ile went to the rude table and there wrote a few lines. Ile kissed Gauthier on the brow, gave hint a last, long look and then went out into the night-went out to that dread fate he had ehosen. So niuch for Erie Gordon. Gauthier awoke next day, niuch better. Puzzled at his friends absence, he dressed and went over to stir up the fire. On the table lay Gordon 's note. Go back to England, friend-go back to her. If you love me you will say nothingg you will let things rest as they are. Good-bye, Harvey, try and be the inan I'd have you be. Eric. Gauthier was puzzled. NVeeks after when he went to the village-he understood. Gordon had died for hint-had taken his place on the scaffold. And bceause Ilarvey loved Eric he let things rest as they were. Broken hearted, stunned, Gauthier returned to England. She, too, had passed away and the secret of her love had died with her. A broken man with nothing left to live for, Gauthier went back to that woodland cabin in Aineriea. So he sits in front of the glowing fire-alone with his memories. Outside the wintry gale shrieks through the cold, snowy night and in the distance a wolf howls the challenge of the pack. My story is ended. 7 ll V' ' 'K ll Q 1 W U I have a rendezvous with Death tonight and IIHI not afraid to go. I have lived and loved and lost, I have found God out here in the Silent Places. I am not afraid to die for I've been the kind of a man Erie Gordon wanted me to be. My nanie is Harvey Gauthier. Bessie Feltis. 98

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THE ABSENT-MINDED PROFESSOR As the N. Y. C. slowly groaned its way into the great metropolis, Chicago, the professor settled back into his seat with a look of triumph on his intellectual physiognomy. He might well look triumphant. Had he not just solved that one, trying, deceitful algebra problem which had kept him awake many a night after twelve o'clock? VVould he not spring this joker on his class as soon as he returned? The professor. by the way. commonly known among the students as Mr. XYZ, taught algebra in one of the Toledo high schools. He was. as some of his pupils said, all wrapped up in his subject. He thought in algebraic termsg he simplified all the intricate equations of life: he factored everything. However, there was one other subject that Mr. XYZ loved and considered on an equal basis with algebra, and that was-his wife. His thoughts turned to her now as the car came to a sudden stop and a great voice boomed out t't'hicago. Hurriedly he picked up the many papers which contained his precious algebra and stuffed them into his pocket. Then he made his way. traveling bag in hand, down the aisle and otf the train. Taxi, Sah! Right this way sah, yelled a young gentleman of a chocolate complexion. Now. Mr. XYZ would certainly never have taken a taxi under ordinary cir- cumstances, but just at this particular moment he felt very elated and successful, for the algebra papers in his pocket rustled joyfully. and he was soon going to see his wife. All right then, he added more to himself than to the shining brown man at the wheel, the quicker the betterf' then he added in a louder tone. Show some speed. 'VVashington. Washingtoufthat truly happened to be his name- jumped quickly from his perch and opened the door for the professor. Q l An to which does yo all want to have me deliver yo. sah? he questioned when the professor was seated comfortably in the rear. XVhat'? said Mr. XYZ blankly. XVhat was that you said? Where to. reiterated XVashington. as Where to, echoed Mr. XYZ in a queer voice. Uh. yes. yes of course, they moved but- Here he stopped suddenly and began to search desperately for something. Hut came all the algebra papersg out came pencils and out came dozens of other small articles, but evidently the right one refused to appear. For three minutes the search continuedg for three minutes the sweat poured from the professor's feverish brow. Then NVashington spoke up. Could ah be of some desistence to yo sah ? M Heavens no! no! how could you? llon't know sah. replied XVashington. But p'raps if ah knowed some- thin' what 'twas all 'hout? Well. you see. it's just like this. began the professor to lVashington's immense satisfaction. My wife went to Chicago to visit her parents who had moved recently, and l was to come here today to accompany her home. Yas. yas sah. said XVashington, nodding his head knowingly. NYell, what am l going to do about it? asked the professor in an irate tone. li Do 'bout which? VVhy, how will l ever find her--when l left the address of their residence home. 7. 100