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â€" (Short A note of torment had caused him to stumble to the stable, where he had found his twin. He couldn‘t move, paralyzed by the sight. There lay her twisted form just beyond the stable. Julius had run and fallen on his knees beside ... her colour. "Oh, Julianne. My poor sister Julianne! My twin! Did you have to die?" He thought in wretched agony. Bit by bit he remembered her . . . The slender form, lustrous dark hair, full red lips and soulful eyes. Julianne radiated youth and vitality. That memory itself was enough to condemn him. A handsome, foreignâ€"looking young man, say about in his late twenties, walked briskly along the platform, elbowing his way through the crowd. The force of the wind pushed against him but he marched forward resolutely. Julius had waited ten years, ten long bitter years to deliver what he must. His face hardened as the tiny muscle in his jaw thrust out and in. He knew exactly what he had to do, had known for a long time! A red scarf flew by, its end wrapped around a stranger‘s neck. Pain stabbed his heart, red REMEMBER YESTERDAY The wind howled, rustling the remainder of the dead leaves against the cell window, bringing back very much alive memories from that cold ... cold autumn day. A day that changed my whole life. LONDON, ENGLAND . . . 1941 ‘"Number 5â€"21, Dinner," How I had come to hate that number with a passion. A number I would be called, for the rest of my life. Prologue â€" ENVIRONMENTAL Propucts WITHOUT THE Packacing RESULTS In Lower P rices , . _ PB WINNERS CIRCLE Chronicle When he thought of tonight, marked with a huge black circle on the calendar, and what he was to do, made every moment in that wretched training school worth it! What angered him most was that Tony had gotten away scotâ€"free. The police full of pity and underâ€" standing had told him there was Yes, that was what happened! Julius thought decisively. There had always been that Tony Casâ€" sius. Waiting for her after school, carrying her books, taking her out. He had become suspicious. Those suspicions became certainâ€" ties. Tony! Hate erupted and flooded through Julius making him grit his teeth. His jaw ached. Later it had been discovered that she had been pregnant. Pregnant! Bits and pieces of the puzzle began to fall in place. Was she killed because she was preâ€" gnant? "Julianne!" he screamed wildâ€" ly. His hand slid down her back, then he felt something hard, a knife! She had been murdered! Getting up, he made the necesâ€" sary phone calls. Everything grew fuzzy and unâ€" clear, like a disembodied dream. He only knew he had lost her, the only person in the world who cared what happened to him. Lips parted to speak, "Toâ€"," she whispered urgently with an efâ€" fort. A sudden jerk and her face relaxed, all signs of suffering had disappeared. her. "Julianne!" he‘d cried turnâ€" ing her head. He remembered her sullen eyes, the soft oval face, wl"lite and convulsing with pain. Thrusting the gun back in, Julius moved swiftly in the darkâ€" ness to the balcony. With one hand on the ledge he jumped, landing safely. The wind seemed to aid and abet him as he walked, satisfied at his accomplishment. His steps were light. A figure leaped at him. Tony jolted in shock. The next afternoon he returned to the site. Julius could not begin to express the ecstasy he had felt. It was like a heavy load lifted off The man with the tinted sunâ€" glasses pulled a gun out of his pocket. "Remember me?" he murâ€" mured softly. He pulled the trigâ€" ger ... He had searched in vain for his whereabouts, having lost Tony in the first three years. Finally, when Julius had tracked him down the rest had been a matter of routine. Tony thought he had heard a sound. Maybe it was his imagina: tion after all when he came out there was nothing. He cast another cautious glance around. _ He touched the Mauser pistol in his coat pocket for good luck. It felt cool in his hand. It was a mild night with very few winds. Julius, clad in black with a tan colored trench coat, was climbing expertly up the side of the building in which Tony was a tenant. nothing they could do. But no way was he going to let him get away without punishment. Julius was going to make him PAY, and pay plentifully Tony would. By taking the law in his own hands, only then could his sister‘s soul rest in peace. Something To you. JOSSLIN INSURANCE BROKERSgez "The insurance ‘nsamcer people you‘ll hate ... less!" New Hamburg _ Kitchenei Tavistock 662â€"1644 893â€"7008 655â€"2377 The Waterloo Chronicle presents the winning entries in our 2nd Annual Short Story Contest Ruth Bell Kitchener ‘"You see years ago Cassius was in love with this girl, going to wed I believe. Was to meet her at some diner. Stayed there the whole time he did but she never came. Thought he was being jilted. What really happened was she was killed. Stâ€"abbed â€" yes stabbed. Broke down when he found out. Didn‘t have any gumpâ€" tion to live anymore I guess. Shame. Crying shame. â€" Wait ‘"‘Funny. What a queer duck," the old man mumbled shaking his head. Then he remembered Mrs. Rogers and the bottle of baking Aye!" _ _ Julius ran, not hearing the old man‘s words. Julius chuckled to himself Spinning on his heel he spotted an almostâ€"minature old man whom he gathered quickly to be the landlord. He struck up a conversation. "So why all these people?" He feigned curiosity although he knew the answer. ‘"Didn‘t you hear? Tony Cassius was shot, between the eves too!"" the old man blurted out "No!" Julius exclaimed with _ "Yes the right mixture of surprise and _ myself horror "I he "Yes. Better off that way!" him to ‘"Better off?" "Ohâ€" "Aye! The man did not‘ing but _ "I w« mope around," Julius detected a | sister? slight accent in his voice, probabâ€" _ "Isn‘ ly from the east side. "Wh He noted the people milling around the two patrol cars The officers were having a heck of a time trying to fend off the curi ous his shoulders. Revenge sweet! Please return your nominations to the Waterioo Chronicle 75 King St. S . Sutte 201. Wateri00, Ontano N2J 1P2 Fax 886â€"9383 Someone who is making an outstanding contribution as a volunteer; someone who goes above and beyond the call of duty at work, at home or with a community service; someone who is willing to give all he or she has to help others. n / If you know someone who cCmy «jgf,‘e"]-‘ matches this description, then WCn l . let the Waterloo Chronicle know. * a . A{[ If your candidate is chosen, he ___Q 1§@râ€"yy, or she will be featured in our /; \ [ N_ KA weekly Making A Difference hâ€":‘ T3 12 ";‘/fl@‘)\ column and will receive a UE TR Y( . bouquet of flowers courtesy of ‘x?:; J a ~** ۤ PETALS & POTS Flower and /3%x% _ * NMfE)hrR Gift Shop Young man â€" Young man, WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7, 1991 â€" PAGE As Elisabeth Lam is a student at MacGregor senior public school in Waterloo. In addition to writing, her hobbies include swimming, canoeing and kayaking. GRADE FIVE TO GRADE EIGHT Chronicle Petals &â€"Pots "Julius loved his sister but when he found out she was plan ning to elope with Tony, his love turned to bitter hate. So he killed her. After, when he had realized his dark deed, Julius was never the same. Got the idea that it was Tony who killed Julianne in stead. Maybe he suffered from an overbearing . conscience. | Julius felt he had to kill Tony in order to maintain his sanity. Then when he had discovered that Tony was nowhere near the murder site something _ snapped, clearing away all the delusions Julius came face to face with the fact that it was he who had commutted (Continued on page Al4 that killed Cassius Seemed thought Cassius killed his <ist Found out he was wrong (Gu« guilt drove him to confessi Poor guy went beserk‘ Awfu fond of his twin so 1 hear." "Yes, too fond." 1 muttered "Aye. Too bad. Nice chap. Turns out he wa "This man Julius, he con fessed. Turned himself in with the weapon." Chief Turnaby an nounced. He was a tall rugged man with a sun baked face but he was a jolly soul "Yes, too fond myself soda he had to buy her. "Blimey‘ He hustled off licketyâ€"split Iy him to an asylum 2On~" "Isn‘t it obvious. Julius did ‘ "Whaâ€"a‘" Turnaby said. rather taken aback Is that so°" 1 questioned I hear they‘re going to commuit wonder who really killed his Flower and Gift Shop sharp