The Ferris Wheel, Volume 4, Number 12, Saturday, November 28, 1896 Page: 6 of 8
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"Ccme, Quelton," cried Jack Darcy,
Lurstlng into my office one morning in
|June last, "drop those everlasting pawpers
and take an hour's rest. I want
you to go to the opera house with me."
i "And for what, pray," I answered,
I"should I go to the opera house in daytime-the
forenoon at that? Is it a rehearsal
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"Rehearsal? Certainly not; It's the
commencement exercises of the Cirls'
High School, and there in one thing,
,spec ally, on the program that I am
'anxious for you to hear. Get ready,
man, it's time to go. It will do you
'good to see those pretty girls--two
hundred and fifty of them, and listen
to what some of them have to say. It
will brush the cobwebs off that hard'woiked
old editorial brain of yours."
I Now I cannot tell you how it was, but
Jack's proposition roused in me a sudden
but overweening desire to attend
,those exercises. It would be so radical
a change from the amusements that I
,usually indulged in, something s6
bright and inspiring and beautiful, that
,I became, all in a minute, as enthusiastic
about it as my bustling friend
was.
I tossed aside the "exchange" that I
had been scanning, laid a weight on
my "copy" paper, seized my hat and ac,tually
hurried Jack out of the office and
into the street on our way to the opera
house. I suppose we are all subject to
those sudden impulses, but mine astonished
me, all the same; later in the day
II came to the conclusion that some
beneficent spirit had moved me.
, As we entered the house, where a
large audience had already gathered,
the members of the graduating class
were just coming upon the stage. This
of itself was a pretty sight, and Jack
and I found a place where we could see
it to good advantage. The girls, whose
ages ranged from sixteen to nineteen
years, were all dressed in white, with
just variation enough in material and
trimming to take away the appearance
of monotony.
Each girl carried a bunch of flowers
In her hand, and wore upon her lef t
breast the crimson and gold ribbon of
the class.
Chairs were arranged in tiers from
the front of the large stage to the rear,
and the girls entered in two lines, one
from each side. Those that entered
from the right crossed the stage and
passed to the chairs on the left, and
those that entered from the left passed
to the right. This semi-military effect
was very pleasing, and made the scene
orderly without being stiff.
When all were seated the exercises
began, but it ';s not my purpose to describe
them in detail. Jack soon let
me, know why he had asked me to
come there, and that is what I am going
to tell you about. He pointed to
the fifth number on the program, and
said
"That is what I want you to hearMiss
Agnes Farrell's recitation She is
a remarkable girl. I want you to see
and hear her to-day, and then I am going
to tell you a story about her. She's
a heroine-every inch a heroine, with
as gallant a spirit as ever animated the
heart of a soldier. And yet she is one
of the gentlest and most lovable girls
you ever saw But wait"'
I looked at the program and saw this
5. Recitation-The Charge of the Light
Brigade.
Agneo Constance Farrell.
The first four numbers of the program
had been given, and then the
principal of the school announced Miss
Farrell. A fair-haired young girl arose
from the front row of seats and advarced
gracefully to the front of the
stage Her manner was easy and selfcontained,
but absolutely free from
eelf-asseitiveness, it was the manner
of one conscious of her power, but too
modest to make that consciousness apparent
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Then they rode back, but notNot
the six hundred.
The slight figure of the girl trembled
with enthusiasm, her face glowed like
that of one inspired and her marvelous
voice, sweet, clear and resonant, cut
the air like one of those "flashing sabers"
At the close of her recitation
the audience, until then rapt in silent
admiration, burst into a perfect storm
of applause. I had never seen nor
heard a more brilliant performance.
"Come," said Darcy, "we can go
now. That is what I wanted you to
hear. What do you think of her?"
"She is a wonderful girl," I answered,
"simply wonderful. WVhat do
you know about her'"
"I am going to tell you," said Jack.
"It is a very pretty little story of heroism,
but it came near being a tragedy.
Agnes Farrell is eighteen years old
I have known her for four years. She
is one3 of the brightest girls I ever
saw. Her tastes are intellectual, and
yet she is as far from bming a 'bluestocking'
as she could well be. Few
of you editorial 'know-alls' are so wellinformed
in general literature, philosophy,
natural history, science and astronomy
as she is
"And yet she has her sail boat at the
seashore, and few men can equal her in
its management. She swims like a
fish and is as brave as bravery itself.
In fact, she excels in all outdoor
sports that girls indulge in, and enters
into them with as much spirit as she
exhibited on the stage just a moment
ago
"But let me tell you the story that I
referred to. Her father has a cottage
at a quiet little place down on the
coast, a place separated from the mainland
by a broad, generally placid inlet,
where may be had delightful sailing
and fishing The family goes there every
summer
"I spent three weeks there last season,
and it was during that time that
the incident happened of which I am
going to tell you
"A family by the name of Graham
has a cottage near the Farrell's, one
member of which is a boy about Agnes'
age His name is Harold. He is a
great sailor, too, and his boat, the
Ariel, is almost as well known for its
achievements as Agnes' Sprite In fact,
there has always been a sort of goodnatured
rimahy between them, for
while Agnes and Harold are warm
friends, they would never agree on the
relative speed and other qualities of
their two boats
"No actual Lest had ever been made,
for they did not care to have a regular
race, they rather shrunk from the
publicly that a race would give them
But one day in July an opportunity
occurred that neither felt disposed to
decline, and so they at last matched
their little crafts against each other
"It happened more by accident than
design Harold had gone out early in
the morning for a sail around the inlet,
taking with him only one of his
friends, Sam Colston. Two hours later
Agnes took her boat out, with her
younger sister, Bertha, as her companion.
This was nothing unusual, for
Agnes is so good a sailor that no one
ever thought of forbidding her to go
even alone, if she so desired
"The girls had not been out long
when they sai larold's boat just turning
the point of a pretty green, reedgrown
silan(L on the western side of
the inlet Thioe wa>s P blisk wind
from the south, and the Ariel was feeling
its full force as she rounded theisland and turned her prow toward the
north, where the broad unbroken body
of water stretched out before her.
"It happened that Agnes' boat waa
headed in the same direction, and as
they were now fairly abreast of each
other, though still some distance apart,
the conditions for a trial of speed weie
almost irresistible In fact, they were
irresistible, for Harold presently stood
up in the stern of the Ariel and waved
his handkerchief in a challenging manner
at the young sailor of the Sprite.
"Agnes could not stand that, and she
lost not a second's time in waving defiance
at the Ariel
"'Why, Agnes,' said her sister in
surprise, 'are you going to race with
Harold Graham9 Oh, but I'm glad! !
know we'll beat him"
"'I am going to try, at any rate,' answered
Agnes, 'and settle, once for all,
which is the faster boat, or which is the
better sailor, as you please '
"And so the long-deferred race was
on at last Circumstances seemed to
ha~e brought it, and now that it was
here rneither ol the contestants cared to
a7md it, both weie confident of victory.
'It was a beautiful sight. 2'he darkblue
water was flecked all over its surface
with little foam-caps that were
raised by the sweet south wind. For
more than a mile toward the north the
course extended, with no obstruction of
any kind, not even a fisherman's boat
being in view. On each side of them
were little islands with their reedgrown
banks reaching clear down to
the waters edge, thus looking like big
emeralds that had been dropped upon
the sapphire bosom of the inlet. And
over all was the glorious light of a
cloudless, sun-lit sky, touching everything
with beauty and beaming life.
"Over such a course sped the two
pretty boats, their prows cutting the
water and sending the spray back
along their glistening keels.
"The boats had now approached
within talking distance of each other,
and each young sailor was bantering
the other, but all the while intent upon
the progress of the race. And as they
talked they steered closer and closer
to each other, until finally the two
boats might have been covered with
one big sheet.
"Realizing the danger of sailing so
close together, Harold said that he
would sheer off toward the west, warning
Agnes of his intended movement.
She turned quickly, looked toward him,
lost her grip of the tiller, and before
she could regain it or could realize
what it all meant, the nose of the
Sprite had thrust itself with tremendous
force into the Ariel and knocked
her over like an egg-shell.
"Harold and his friend were thrown
into the water, which was quite deep
at that place, and they disappeared beneath
the surface like stones Young
Colston came up again almost immediately
and was clinging to the halfsubmerged
sail of the Ariel when Agnes
had brought her boat about end
was preparing to give aid to her unfortunate
antagonists. Harold was nowhere
in sight.
"The brave girl did not hesitate a
second; she rightly supposed that the
young fellow had become entangled in
the rigging of his boat, and if that
were true, he would drown unless
someone went to his rescue. Giving a
few hurried directions to her sister,
she threw off her hat and plunged into
the water where Harold had gone
down.
"The accident had given young Colston
so great a shock that no help
could be expected from him-Agnes
must save Harold by her own exertions
or he must perish. She was cool and
undaunted in spite of the trying situation
in which she found hei self, and
taking a quick mental note of the surround!igs,
she dived underneath the
water.
"Presently she reappeared, bearing
Harold's unconscious form. Colston
was able by this time to come to her
assistance, and together they got him
on the deck of the Sprite, and promptly
began their efforts to restore him to
life
"They had a hard fight of it, but
they conquered at last, for Harold
soon opened his eyes and smiled up into
the face of the gallant young girl
who had put his life in jeopardy and
then saved it by her heroic action.
"Now," added Darcy, "you know why
I admire that young girl so much.
This story has never been told before
to anyone but the friends of the two
families, and I tell it to you now, Quelton,
with the distinct understanding
that yoi do not tell it with the true
names of the parties"
To my readers I will say that I
could not resist the temptation to relate
the incident, but I have kept faith
fvith Darcy-I have not given you the
real names.
A Laundry School.
"This Is the way we wash our
clothes," is a familiar phrase in the
playground and the nursery, it has now
a new and very practical meaning for
the little girls attending board schools
in London Laundry classes, at which
they inay acquire at least one useful
accomplishment, have been established
in various parts of the metropolis, and
according to the annual report of the
school mLanagement committee, have
proved thoroughly satisfactory During
the year they were attended by
12,262 aspiramns to proficiency in the
art of cleansing and beautifying articles
of every day wear. There are now
seventy-one permanent laundry centers,
and two others are building Each
school consists of one class-room, with
accommodations for fourteen children,
and is fitted with desks and seats,
thirteen washtubs and ironing tables,
a copper and a sink. The whole work
is under the superintendence of Miss
Lord and Miss Jones. At present there
is a deficiency in the supply of instructresses
and a number are being trained
under the former's supervision The
salary of the superintendents commence
at $750 per year, and rises to
$1,000, with a small addition for traveling
expenses. Instiuctresses 'salaries
rise to $350. t I
Too Numnerous to M[ention.
"Did you ever notice that almost all
these misers ieportcd in thie papers are
single men'?" asked Mr Watts
"Yes," answere l Mrs. Witts, "married
raisers are zoo numerous to b~
worth mentioning."]/lavRg a Better Time Noaw.
Said an exasperated fatUr at the
dinner table: "You children turn
up your nose at everything on the
table. When I was a boy I was glad
to get enough dry bread to eat."
"I eay, papa. you are having a much
better time of it now you are living
with us, ain't you?" remarked little
Tommy.-Tit-Bits.
How people like to lie about "away
up" society!
Physicians Wise in their Generation
The above class of scientists recognize, and
have repeatedly borne testimony, to the
efficacy of Hostetters's Stomach Bitters as a
remedy and preventive of fever and ague,
rheumatism, want of vigor, liver complaint,
and some other ailments and infirm conditions
of the system. Experience and observationhave
taught them its value. They but
echo the verdict long since pronounced by the
public and the press Only the benighted now
are ignorant of America's tonime and alterative
A man's wife is the only woman he
is permitted to talk back to.i
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Ezzell, Frank. The Ferris Wheel, Volume 4, Number 12, Saturday, November 28, 1896, newspaper, November 28, 1896; Ferris, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth18864/m1/6/: accessed April 23, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Ferris Public Library.