The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-03-01
A Quiet Path to
the Pierian Spring
BY DOROTHY cANFiELO

uDout ceiipNe trahuUuS ha0 never
heard Of such n disorgaai1ea state Of
things
Suddenly a sophomore dashed 20
the steps, her face glowing with 'tapor
lance. what do ron thinkT' she
cried to the FIRST group she encoan-
tered. "xou remember Annette Walk.
er, who was to graduate with last
years class. aud went home at the
end OF her junior yenr to come out In
society? Welt. was down at the
station Just now. aud I saw her get
|, on the trim. aud, sure as | live aud
breathe, u looked as though she was
coming back to graduate.
The news ran along the corridor
like an electric shock. Annette Walk.
! er! Was u possible thu, she was 10
/, be claSsI,iute--she. the darling Of
the college. whose disappearance at
the command Of wealthy aud worldly
parents had been such q blow to the
] class before them-Annette Walker.
who was regarded AZ the type of the
giri Of their cUTiege, the girl who could
do everything, and didl As though
every one had spoken cut. there reese
unsnimJns Sigh uf retief At q prob
lem solved. Thank heaven that she had
eome b-fore the class election,
| AS II making q Stage entrance for
dramatic effect. this was the momen,
when up The steps ran tightly a tail.
| athletic girl with an alert, aauiline
face. already marked by drawn lines
Of Hervous concentration. Behind her
came q man. evidently her cab driver
The tirst really articulate question
which rose above the clamor camr
from Gretchen Hartmann. and Il was
articuinte because her deliberate, leu
tonic speech forced attention. why
Annette" she asked with an unimpas
stoned interest. "how did you happen
To come backf"
Annette turned her head TO answer
but she was overwhelmed In the Choir
US from the others. Without even III,
most momentary council Of war boil
parties Of the seniors were asking hei
to be their candidate for the elias:
presidency.
1 And. oh. Annette, won't you h
.Cyrano. in the spring play? I'm In fol
everything this year. It's my las
chance"
"oh. Annette. how did II happei
that you could come back to college?
asked Gretchen Hartmann.
Annette opened her mouth 10 an
swer, but the words were drowned Il
sudden onslaught from fresh grou
Of girls In outdoor costume, who al
rived breathless. "Why, Annette. 20
old dear You are back We wouldn
believe It. Say. VIII you be canddat
for the captain of the basketball
team?'
"Who's playing?" asked the girl, an
listened with shrewd and calculatin
attention TO the names and position
rapidly reeled of. Al the end sh
nodded with u mans quick decisive
ness "Td be fool not TO captain
team like that II you can elect M
I'll take t."
Gretchen Hartmann stirred TO actio
again. "Say Annette, why did 20
| Gomez" she queried. II thought you
people wouldn't let you. though
= you had to"
She turned away into the littl
room. opened and full of girls by til
lime. and sank down on the coucl
Her dauntless young eagle faC
: showed hasgard lines.
"why, Nettie. you don't took b
J In good condition" cried one OF hi
admirers anxiously. "You seem fai
iy ragged. You've been living q
doors too much. Up here you mu
2 get out more. Oh. say, won't "a
I help me 10 start hockey clubr
Annette's thin body Strengthened
self with snap. I'm do it, She
] claimed resOluteiy.
e Gretchen Hartmann snt down by u
S girl and took her thin, dry hand
her own plump one. "AnDette, "
e haven't told me yet why you can
back TO college"
~ know 1t, Grettie. rye started
n dozen times, but somebody keeI
putting in. Why, you see, the mat
y got worried about"
" A girl dragging cello passed alol
e the hall In front Of the open door.
IS she caught sight Of the occupants
N the room she gave a loud cry
amazement.
my sainted mother II it's n
In Annette Walker dropped down fro
e heaven in our hour Of need Annet
d are you real? Are you flesh and bloc
Glory be! Our first violin Is proyid
n for! Herr Radelheimer has been tel
! ing his hair. He'll drop dead OF 10
Just wait till tell him"
In Gretchen Hartmann turned again
10 her friend, hut Annette's face GO
st tracted into petulant grInace
h nervous fatigue
"Grettie Hartmann, II you ask
Is that again, III shake yOu-and ! wo
~ promise not TO bite you! You kn
st I'm as nervous as witch, anyhC
1n and you've been asking me that q
M question just like a clock icklT