The Gavelyte, April 1911

1()1 I'll~ GAVBLYTK, West she would find the schools there were simply matrimonial agencies, and she has proved that. But she managed to surprise us in the bargain. She has resigned her position out West to marry- whom do you suppose? President Hill of Yale." In the midst of the hand clapping and congratulations, th~ door opened softly to disclose a tall figure with a music portfolio under his arm, and a smile on his face as he watched the happy gathering. The reverend Wood– bridge was the first to spy the late comer, and his memory flashed back to the class play, which financed their number of the GAVELYTE, and he called out, "Say, Grig-gs, still looking for infinity?" "No, I have something much more d !finite than that,'' was the laughing answer, ''I have had the offer of a years study in Europe and I'm on my way to Vienna now." "Oh, yes, and it's going to be a wedding trip, too, is it not?" "Well, - yes,-I guess it is. But go slow on that salad course. I'm sure it won't hurt my voice to help you out on that." But at that instant there was a crash. The candles wavered; went out. Confusion and darkness reigned, where it moment before were happy voices and glittering lights. And the great earthquake of 1921 made the last reunion of 1911 an everlasting reunion. ·The Green Mountain Maid. BY MISS FLORENCE WILLIAMSON. I t was a bright, warm mol'ning in June and the streets of Boston were filled with the usual bustling throng. Bob West the big, goodnatured p:>liceman was thoroughly enjoying the fresh morning air as he patrolled his beat. He smiled down int::> the bright happy faces of the children on their way to school and always received an answering smile or a merry jest. He had walked this beat so long that he knew, by sight at least, most of the people who passed him each day on their way to and from work. He was a great student of hu– man nature and often amused him3elf by imagining the stories of happiness or despair which appeared S) plainly in these faces. This morning as he came to the end of his beat and turned in the other di– rection, he n:>ticed coming toward him an odd looking couple. A young man, tall and hands:>me, an::l very fashionably dressed, with an air of one born and bre::l in the city, was ac'.!om : anied by a young girl, dressed in a VP.ry plain cali– co dt2ss, the skirt of which c.ame scarcely to her slender ankles. Her arms were bare to her elbows and her hair hung over her shoulders in two long braids. The blue sunbonnet she wore had slipped off her head and was hang– ing at the ba'.!k of her neck by the strings tied under her chin.