| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: doubtful about pulling him through."
"May I see him?" whispered Betty, with pale lips.
"If the worst comes to the worst I'll take you over. But it would do no good
now and would surely unnerve you. He still has a fighting chance."
"Did they fight, or was Mr. Clarke stabbed in his sleep?"
"Miller climbed into Clarke's window and knifed him in the dark. As I came
over I met Wetzel and told him I wanted him to trail Miller and find if there
is any truth in his threat about Girty and the Indians. Sam just now found
Tige tied fast in the fence corner back of the barn. That explains the mystery
of Miller's getting so near the house. You know he always took pains to make
friends with Tige. The poor dog was helpless; his legs were tied and his jaws
Betty Zane |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: The old windows in my room rattle at the sound. I hear it mornings
and evenings and at noon, on week days. I did not hear it to-day,
so it must be Sunday. It was Monday, the 18th of November, that
I set out on my trip, and reached here in the evening - (here?
I do not know where I am), that is, I set out for Vienna, and I know
that I reached the Northern Railway station there in safety.
"I was cold and felt a little faint - and then he offered me the
tea - and what happened after that? Where am I? The paper that
they gave me may have been a day or two old or more. And to-day is
Sunday - is it the first Sunday since my departure from home? I do
not know. I know only this, that I set out on the 18th of November
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale: Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
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