The Republican journal., 1915-06-10
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with cattle grazing in the pasture and
poultry wandering about. In the door
way of the house stood woman who
was ringing bell, evidently to call her
husband to dinner, for soon l saw him
coming from the field, so Jessie Hart
was living on the farm. | certainly
thought that she would be music teach
err, if not great prima donna.
Next was the picture of race track
where motorcycles were coming around
the bend for race. One of the con-
testants was woman dressed in green,
who had Harley Davidson motorcycle
which she guided with mastery hand.
The contest began, and for the first four
miles they kept close together, but on
the last four the woman gained. The
people were breathless and as she pass
ed and won the race shout went up
from the crowd and the motorcycle
maid' lifted her hat to show the face of
Blanche Jenneys radiant with smiles.
The next to meet my eyes was the in
terror of hospital. A nurse dressed in
uniform walked here and there, finally
going to a bed where saw her sit down
to hold the head of young man. Over
the door was a sign which read ward
for the broken-hearted. This young
nurse was Mildred Randall, and surely
we remember how it had been Mildred's
delight to hold the boys heads when
going and coming from Castine with the
base ball team.
Then the picture changed to one of
the rooms of convent, and seated in
straight wooden chair was a Sister
of Charity, dressed in the usual cos
tune of that order. She slowly count
ed her beads, and as she raised her eyes
from the book which was lying in her
lap l recognized Helen Kittredge. 1t
hardly seemed possible that Helen could
have become the sanity faced nun be-
fore me, but when l thought of the many
strings that Billy Jackson had had to his
bow it came to me that doubtless Helen
had been disappointed in love and as a
result had entered convent.
Next in order came to sight the
picture of an entrance gate, over which
was the sign Irwin Park" Just with
in was seated a young woman. She took
from her bag two letters, one an invita-
ton to military ball, the other to a
State Intercollegiate Track meet. She
was evidently undecided which to accept,
the one to the U. of M, or the other to
Colby She placed them in her bag
again and started to rise. When | saw
her face found her to be none other
than Susie Braley.
Again the picture changed, this time to
small cottage. Around it were flower
gardens, and chickens were running all
over the place. 1t was evidently sunset.
A woman was standing in the doorway
who had cockscrew curls, a sharp nose and
dress somewhat out of style. She was
of hn oil h1r,Ly n
that night would be there and she must
shut up the hens. This must be Mar
garet Mckinney, for who else in our
class admired 'Knight" so much as she?
A ballroom was next presented, and in
the receiving line were handsome wo.
man and a stout old man. This affair
was the Governor ball." and those
people must have been the Governor and
his WIFE So Nellie Brown had married
politician after all. She always had
had great liking for politics herself and
ought to have been sutfragette.
The next picture was that of a woman
sitting under a tree. Surely she was an
old maid, for she had with her that ia
vored animal the cat and had evidently
come to such lonely spot to get away
from all noise, for at every sound she
put her hands over her ears. There was
only one noise that Hazel Coombs did not
mind and that was jim.
Last, but certainly not least, was the
interior of large Mormon church which
next greeted my eyes, and standing in
the pulpit was a man frantically max
ing gestures and every now and then
pointing to one of the many women who
sat around him. Observing the group
carefully l found the central figure to
be Arthur Roberts and one of the women
to be Ruth Wiley, who was now one of
his faithful followers.
This ended the series of pictures, and
after thanking the fortune teller for his
kindness we went away discussing the
future, and earnestly hoping that some
of the prophecies at least would not
come true,