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Then a horrible thing happened.
jThe flame of the "Eternal Light" was
jiffuddenly extinguished, and Carol ex
claimed, "The ceremony is ended.
Return, damsel, to thine abode."
A sound of scampering feet—and
pConptance knew that the Grand OfB
|«ials had fled, and she was alone in
fthe dreadful darkness. She called
R|tfter them pitifully, but she heard the
|tlam of the kitchen door before she
iiiftd even reached the ladder.
'. It was a sobbing and miserable neo
phyte who stumbled into the kitchen
few seconds later. The twins were
ffandlng
Icuing
iPETEY DINK MY, WHAT AN INDIGNATION!
earnestly over their Latin
Igramm^rs by the side of the kitchen
|Si»,
and did not raise their eyes as
fllie Seeker burts into the room. Con
lytance sat down and gasped and quiv
f*red tor a while. Then she looked
Idpwn complacently at the little black
ow with its smudge of red ink and
ghed contentedly.
The week that followed was a gala
fane for the twins of Skull and Cross
IftyDDM. Constance swept their room,
their bed, washed their dishes,
id their chores and in every way
iBhaved as a model pledge of the An
ient and Honorable. The twins were
jcktas but firm. There was no ar-
and no faltering. "It is the
|»iH of Skull and Crossbones that the
lllmsel do this," they would say. And
t|ie damsel did it.
^Prudence did not feel it was a cast
«^at called for her interference/. So
lh«
sat back and watched while the
jrins told stories read and frolicked
lid Constance did their daily tasks,
So eight days passed and then came
Waterloo. Constance returned home
™,iter an errand down town and in her
|feand she carried a great golden pear,
^srhaps Constance would have pre
|rred that she escape the notice of
ie twins on this occasion, but as
ick would have it, she passed Carol
th« hall.
"Gracious!' What a pear! Where did
BU get it?'- demanded Carol covetous-
"I met Mr. Arnold down town and
bought it for me. He's very fond
pie. It cost him a dime, \too, just
pr this one. Isn't it a beauty?" And
Jpnnie licked her lips suggestively.
«j* Carol licked hers, too, thoughtfully.
jgPhen she called up the stairs, "Larkie,
ome here, quick!"
||«Lark did so, and duly exclaimed and
"Wired. Then she said significantly,
suppose you are going to divide
ith us?"
"Of course," said Connie with some
ftndlgnation. "I'm going to cut it in
r'$T0 pieces so Prudence and Fairy
h*ve some, too."
A pauqe, while Carol and Lark
„«tzed at each other soberly. Men
|t|llly, each twin was figuring how big
Hfer share would be when the pear was
Ivided in fives. Then Lark spoke.
"It is the will of Skull and Cross
jnes that this luscious fruit be
jrned over to them immediately."
Constance faltered, held it out, drew
It back.
"If I do, I suppose you'll give me
|fi*rt of it, anyhow," she said and ber
•e» glittered.
"Not so. damsel," said Carol omin
jidnisly. "The Ancient and Honorable
.vttskes—it never gives."
For a moment Constance wavered.
"|Then she flamed into sudden anger.
Ni won't do it. so there she cried.
think you're mean selfish pigs,
jliat'B what I think! Taking my very
^«fwn pear and—but you won't get it!
I, don't care if I never get into your
|llly old society—you don't get a bite
if this pear, INian tell you that!"
*JM»d Constance rushed upstairs and
|i|fcmmed a door. A few seconds later
tiie
door opened again and her cher
jfphed badge was flung down upon
Skull and Crossbones.
'There's your old black string
icared up with red ink!" she yelled
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pieaved with rapture and awe in ming
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at them wildly. And again he door
slammed.
Carol picked up the insulted badge
and studied it thoughtfully. Lark
spoke first.
"It occurs to me, Fair Gwendolyn,
that we would do well to keep this
little scene from the ears of the just
and 'righteous Prudence."
"Right, as always, Brave Knight,"
was the womanly retort. And the
twins betook themselves to the hay
mow in thoughtful mood.
A little later, when Prudence and
Fairy came laughing into the down,
stairs hall, a white faced Constance
met them. "Look," she said, holding
out a pear, divided into three parts,
just like Gaul. "Mr. Arnold gave meV
this pear, and here's a piece for. each
of you."
The girls thanked her warmly, but
Prudence paused with her third almost
touching her lips. "How about the
twins?" she inquired. "Aren't they at
home? Won't they break your pledge
if you leave them out?"
Constance looked up sternly. I of
fered them some half an hour ago,
and they refused it," she said. "And
they have already put me out of the
society!" There was tragedy in the
childish face, and Prudence put her
arms this baby sister.
"Tell Prue about It, Constance," she
said. But Constance shook her head.
"It can't be talked about. Go on
and eat your pear. It is good."
"Was it all right?" questioned Pru
dence. "Did the twins play fair, Con
nie?"
"Yes,'' said Constance. "It was all
right. Don't talk about it."
But in two days Constance repented
of her rashness. In three days she
was pleading for forgiveness. And in
four days she was starting in on an
other two weeks of pledgedom, and
the desecrated ribbon with its drop of
blood reposed once more on her am
bitious breast.
For three days her service was sore
indeed, for the twins informed her,
with sympathy, that she must be pun
ished for insubordination. "But after
that, we'll be just as easy on you as
anything, Connie," they told her. "So
don't you get sore now. In three
days we'll let up on you."
A week passed, ten days, and
twelve. Then came a golden October
afternoon when the-twins sat in the
haymow looking out upon a mellow
world. Constance was in the yard,
reading a fairy story. The situation
was a tense one, for the twins were
hungry and time was heavy on their
hands. .«
"The apple trees in Avery's orchard
are just loaded," said Lark aimlessly,
"And there are lots on the ground,'
too. I saw them when I was out In
the field this morning."
"Some of the trees are cloke to our
fence, too," said Carol slowly. "Very
close."
Lark glanced up with sudden inter
est. "That's so," she said. "And the
wires on the fence are awfully loose."
Carol gazed down into the yard
where Constance was absorbed in her
book. "Constance oughtn't to read
as much as she does," she argued.
"It's so bad for the eyes."
"Ye6, and what's more, she's been
getting off too easy the last few days.
The time is nearly up.".
"That's so," said Lark. "Let's call
her up here." This was done at once
and the unfortunate Constance walked
reluctantly toward the barn, her fas
cinating story still in her hand.
"You see, they've got more apples
than they need and those on the
ground are just going to waste," con
tinued Carol, pending the arrival of
the little pledge. "The chickens are
pecking at them and ruining them."
"It's crimnal destruction, that's
what it^is," declared Lark.
Connie stood before them respect
fully. as they had instructed her to
stand. The twins hestiated, each se
cretly hoping the other would voice
the order. But Lark as usual was
obliged to be the spokesman.
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Damsel," she said, "it is the will
of Skull and Crossbones that you hie
ye to yonder orchard^—Avery's, I
mean—and bring hither some of the
golden apples basking in the sun."
"What!" ejaculated Connie, startled
out of her respect.
Carol frowned.
Connie hastened to modify her /tone.
"Did she say you might have them?"
she inquired politely.
"That concerns thee not, 'tis for
thee only to render obedience to the
back. We're awfully hungry. The
trees are near the fence. There isn't
any danger."
But it's stealing," objected Connie.
"What will Prudence—"
"Damsel!" And Connie turned to
obey with despair in her heart.
"Bring twelve," Carol called after
her, "that'll be four apiece. And hur
ry, Connlf. And see they don't catch
you while you're about it."
After she had gone the twins lay
back thoughtfully on the hay and
stared, at the cobwebby roof above
them.1
"It's a good thing Prudence and
Fairy are downtown," said Lark sage
ly-
"Yes, or we'd catch it," assented
Carol. "But I don't see why! The
Averys have too many apples, and
they are going to waste. I'm sure
Mrs. Avery would rather let us have
them than the chickens."
They lay in Silence for a while.
Somethnig Was hurtnig them, but
whether it was their fear of the wrath
of Prudence or the twinges of tender
consciences—who can say?
"She's an unearthly long time about
it," exclamied Lark, at last. "Do you
There were eight big tempting ap
ples.
"Hum! Eight!" said Carol sternly.
"I said twelve."
"Yes, but I was afraid some one
was coming. I heard such a noise
through the grapevines, so I got what
I could and ran fdr it. There's three
apiece for you, and two for me,"' said
Connie, sitting down sociably beside
them on the hay.
But Carol rose. "Damsel, begone,"
she ordered. "When Skull and Cross
bones feast, thou canst not yet share
the festive board. Rise thee and
speed."
Connie rose and walked soberly to
ward the ladder. But before she dis
appeared she fired this parting shot,
"I don't want any of them. Stolen ap
ples don't taste very good, I reckon."
Carol and Lark had the grace to
flush a little at this, but however the
stolen apples tasted, the twins had no
difficulty In disposing of them. Then,
full almost beyond the point of com
fort, they slid down the hay chutes,
went out the back way, climbed over
the chicken coops—not because it was
necessary, but because it was their
idea of amusement—and went for a
walk in the field. At the farthest cor
ner of the field they crawled under
the fence, cut through a neighboring
potato patch and came out on the
Btreet. Then they walked respectably
down the sidewalk, turned the corner
and came quietly in through the front
door of the parsonage.
Prudence was in the kitchen pre
paring the evening meal. Fairy was
in the sitting room, busy with her
books. The twins set the table con
scientiously, filled the wood box and
in every way labored irreproachably.
But Priidence had no word of praise
for them that evening. She hardly
seemed to know they were about the
place. She went about her work with
a pale face and never a smile to be
seen.
Supper was nearly ready when
Connie sauntered in from the barn.
After leaving the haymow she had
found a cozy corner in the corn crib,
with two heavy lap robes discarded
by the twins in their fight from
wolves, and had settled down there
to finish her story. As she stepped
into the kitchen Prudence turned to
her with such a sorry, reproachful
gaze that Connie was frightened.
"Are you sick, Prue?" she gasped.
Prudence did not answer. She went
to the door and called Fairy. "Finish
getting supper, will you, Fairy? And
when you are all ready, you and the
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orders of the Society. Go out through week, he came in from a walk on the
our field and sneak under the fence beach after breakfast and started to
where the wires are loose and hurry go to his room.
suppose they caught her?"
This was an awful thought and the to
"the hollow stump hotel there came
girls were temporarily suffocated. But fluttering a fussy flsh hawk manbird.
they heard the barn door swinging be
neath them, and sighed with relief.
It was Connie! She climbed the lad
der skillfully and poured her golden
treasure before the arch thieves, Skull
and Crossbones.
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PTTUMWA COURIER, TUESDAY, JUNE 27, 1916
The Courier's Magazine and Home Page
"Hold on, Uncle Wiggily. if you
please!" exclaimed the sea robin, who
had charge of the room keys, "hold on.
There is letter here for you."
"Oh, how glad I am," exclaimed
Uncle Wiggily. "I hope it iB some news
from home. I am anxious to hear from
Charlie and Arabella Chick, the chicK
en children. Or from some of the oth
er animal boys or girls. It has been
some time since I have seen them."
And, if you will kindly believe me,
the letter was from Charlie—that is the
first part of it was, and the last part
was from Charlie's sister Arabella.
The chickens wrote about how things
were going on at home, and they told
how Papa Chick slipped on the ice as
he was going to work in the feather
factory one morning and broke a big
hole in a snow bank.
"My! Things must be quite exciting
at the chicken coop house!" exclaimed
Uncle Wiggily. Then he finished read
ing the rest of the letter, which told
how Mrs. Chick had baked Charlie a
cake and and made an apple pie.
"My!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I al
most wsh I waB at home again. Still
I must stay here until my epizootic
cold Is all better, I suppose."
Well, he was just going to get in the
elevator, to go up to his room, when
That is, Uncle Wiggily didn't know at
once that the flsh hawk was fussy, but
the old gentleman rabbit soon found It
out.
"I
want a room and a bath!" said the
fussy flsh hawk man. "I want the
Well, pretty soon, In a little whilo
Uncle Wiggily Bft down to read the
paper to see what the news was, and
of course he turned his paper this way
and that, first one side and then the
other, and probably he rattled it a
good bit.
Well, anyhow there came a banging
noise on the wall of Uncle Wiggily's
room and the fussy flsh hawk cried
out:
"Please don't make so much paper
rattling noise in there! I can't take
my afternoon nap."
"All right, I'll be quiet," said Uncle
Wiggily politely and really he was as
quiet as a Sunday school mouse going
after a bit of cheese. And then, all at
once, Uncle Wiggily forgot where he
was, and he began to whistle a little
tune.
"Bang! Bang!" the fussy flsh hawk
rapped with his bill on the wall. "Will
you please be quiet in there, Mr. Long-
evening. Come up stairs with me,
Connie I want to talk to you."
Connie followed her sister soberly
and the twins flashed at each other
startled and questioning looks.
The three girls were at the table
when Prudence came into the dining
room alone. She fixed a tray supper
quietly and carried it off upstairs.
Then she came back and sat down by
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UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE
FISH HAWK.
One day, when Uncle Wiggily Long "All right," spoke Uncle Wiggily po-
ears, the old gentleman rabbit, had litely. So the rabbit gentleman sat
been at the seaside hotel for about a
(there
room to sleep In and I want the bath erj am! Oh, I wish I was backhome!
to bathe In. And I want a nice quiet
room, where the sun shines In."
"I can give you just that kind of a
doom," said the old lady sea gull, who
kept the hollow stump hotel. "I will
put you In the room next to Uncle Wig
gily and I am sure you two will get
along nicely."
"Yes, I will be as quiet as I can,"
said Uncle Wiggily politely to the fus
sy flsh hawk.
"Humph! Bosh! Please don't talk to
me!" exclaimed the fussy flsh hawk,
and I am afraid that at times he was
not very polite.
"All right, then, I won't," spoke
Uncle Wiggily as he looked In the
glass to see if he needed his hair cut
again by the barber stork. But he
didn't'and so he went on up to his
room and the fussy flsh hawk went to
his room, which was right next door
to the rabbit gentleman's.
But her face bore marks
twins go right ~on eating." Don't wait voiced their Interest. sleep wellandthajis how I happened
(To be continued.)
for father—he isn't coming home until
the table.
of tears and she had no appetite. The hawk, when the rabbit gentleman saw
twins had felt sihall liking for their that the dog fish. had been driven
re a a a
seemed to choke them. But they dared "Don't try to thank me, replied the
not ask a question. They were de-' fish hawk. "I am very glad I could
voutly thankful when Fairy finally help you. I am so nervous that I can
'VOU'LL LET
quietly in his room for a while,
and then he said to himself:
"I guess I will go out and see how
fast the boardwalk is running.1
But before he went out he thought
he
would change his coat and put on
a warmer one, and just as he was do
ing this he knocked a hair brush off
hiB
bureau to the flpor.
"Bang!" it went flown.
"Good-night!" exclaimed Uncle Wig
gily in a whisper. "Now, I suppose
that fussy flsh hawk will call out
again."
And surely enough the bird gentle
man did.
"Can't you keep quiet In there?" ha
shouted to Uncle Wiggily. "I was writ
ing a letter and ^hen you made that
banging noise I jumped and there Is a
big blot on the paper."
"I am very sorry," replied Uncle
Wiggily, "but it won't happen again. I
am going out and you will then be In
peace and quietness."
So he went out to look at the. salty
sea waves washing up on the beach
and he Btayed for some time.
"I hope when I get back to the hotel
he said, "that the fussy flsh hawk will
be asleep."
But the bird gentleman was wide
awake yet, though it was bedtime.
Uncle Wiggily could hear him ringing
the electric bell in his room.
First the fussy fish hawk would ring
for hot water and then for cold water
and then for apiece of pie and then for
some lemonade. My, but he kept every
one busy though! And even when
Uncle Wiggily went to bed, he could
hear the flsh hawk calling out such
things
"Oh, me! Oh, my! What a poor sleep-
Oh, why did I ever come to £he sea
shore? Oh, how noisy It is!"
"Well," thought Uncle Wiggily, "I
shall be careful not to make any noise
to bother that fussy flsh hawk. My,
but he is a queer bird!"
Well, the flsh hawk kept on fussing,
and Uncle Wiggily was thinking what
an unpleasant old bird it was, to be
sure.
"I think, if he keeps on fussing and
bothering me this way much longer,
that I shall call a policeman dog and
have him shut up In a poll parrot's
cage," thought Uncle Wiggily. Then
he fell asleep—I mean the old gentle
man rabbit did.
Well, along in the middle of the
night a very strange thing happened.
All at once, as Uncle Wiggily was
sleeping away, a flying dogfish flew in
from the ocean. Up over the board
walk flew the flying flsh and with two
short barks and part of another one, it
went right in through the hotel window
and up to Uncle Wiggily's room.
"Now, here is where I get that old
gentleman rabbit," growled the dog
fish. "I'll grab him out of bed and take
him to the sea lion. Bow! Wow!
Wow!"
Well, would you ever believe It if I
didn't tell you? No, I'm sure you
wouldn't But, anyhow, you know the
fussy fish hawk in the next room heard
the flying dogfish come after Uncle
Wiggily.
Up out of bed jumped the fussy fish
hawk, out Into the hall he flew, just as
the bad dog flsh was b%nging on Uncle
Wiggily's door to get the rabbit gentle
man.
"Here! Get away from there!" cried
the fussy flsh hawk to the dog flsh
and he said it as politely as possible.
"No, I shall not get away," barked
the dog fish. "I am going to get Uncle
Wiggily!"
"Indeed you won't!" exclaimed the
flsh hawk. "No one shall harm Uncle
Wiggily when I am here!" and with
that the fussy bird gentleman flew at
the dog flsh and poked his bill under
his bony ribs, and so tickled him and
flustered him that the dog
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was
glad enough to fly back acros the
board walk again into the ocean with
the sea Hon.
"Oh! how. can I ever thank you?"
said Uncle Wiggily to the fussy flsh
to hear the dog fish trying to get at
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New York, June 24.—Just at this
time of the year, when we are all of us
finding the coat very Irksome indeed,
one-piece frocks play a most Important
role. Of course there never la a closed
season for them, but at this time their
real charm Is best appreciated.
Fabrics Important Considerations.
Aside from the simple, trim models
of serge, gebardine, faille, and taffeta,
which one meets everywhere on the
avenue these bright days, the shop
windows are gay with voiles, nets,
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ONE-PIECE FROCKS FOR
SUMMER'S COATLESS DAYS
SERGE, LINENS, P0NGEE8 AND TUSSAH8, POPULAR, PLAIN
AND STRIPED
SOFT COLORS LIKED GRAYS, PINKS AND BLUE8
Ag­
Russian Blouse of Embroidered Batiste
with Plain Tussah Skirt.
ured organdies, and the dainty import
ed cottons, fashioned into frocks which
are wonderfully appealing. Each day
new models appear, no two exactly
alike, though obviously of the same
family, each seeming, if possible, dain
tier than those launched before. Frills,
narrow and wide, cobweb-like laces and
embroideries, and layer after layer of
the sheerest of fabrics are used to
create these full-skirted, fluffy frocks,
for summer dances, country club after
noons, and the thousand and one other
requirements of the summer playtime.
Interesting Tub Frocks.
Of course, many of these dainty, lace
trimmed befrilled lingerie frocks are
anything but economical when one con
siders that they will not launder, but
must be cleaned each time they are
soiled. However, there are many dainty
materials which will launder and make
up quite as effectively—figured voiles,
colored handkerchief linens, crepes,
many of the organdies, and most of the
imported novelty cottons, when simply
trimmed.
A particularly effective summer frock
suitable for almost any daytime occas
ion, Illustrated here, is developed In a
dotted voile, a white ground embroider-
you, so I drove him away. am afraid
I have bothered you with my fussi
ness," went on the flsh hawk, "but I
didn't mean to."
"Indeed, I am rather glad, after all,
that you ar6 fussy," replied Uncle Wig
gily, "or otherwise you would never
have heard the dog flsh after me. I
am sorry I found fault with you. Any
how, there are worse things than be
ing fusay."
So Uncle Wiggily went back to bed
to sleep and so did the fish hawk and
he wasn't so fussy after that, and he
and Uncle Wiggily and the ice cold
lobster had lots of good times together
in the hollow stump hotel.
Now in case the bellboy doesn't
wring the towel and make so much
noise that the steam pipes can't sleep,
I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily
and the shipwrecked mouse.
GIFT TO REFORM CHURCH.
Holland Mich., June 24.—The gen
eral synod of the Reform church in
America accepted Central college at
Pella, Iowa, as a gift from the North
ern Baptist conference. It was voted
to raise an additional endowment of
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ed with a soft pink dot
the
of embroidered batiste,
flounce is
just
tinted to
match the dot. The satin girdle, which
is In a darker tone, affords the nece»
sary touch of sharp contrast.
Color Combinations.
Colors, more, perhaps than almost
anything else, should be chosen, not ac
cording to the shades which are fash
ionable, but for their bqfomingness.
There are certain tones which are more
becoming than others, and these should
be selected. It is not a difficult matter
to do this this season, for, although we
hear of the seriousness of the dye situ
ation on every hand, there seems to be
no drearth of beautiful shades. The
many shades of gray are popular for
muslins and silks and the soft pinks
and blues predominate in the cool,
pretty waistlngB. Navy blue Is always
favored, and this summer it is as pop
ular as ever for serge, taffeta and linen
suitings.
Checks and stripes vie for favor with
the plain colors, being used for skirts,
combined with dark coats, and for «a*
piece frocks. Pongees and tussahs,. with
the natural tan ground, figured or
striped in soft tones of green, rose tan.
orange and like colors, are being used
for the Russian blouse frocks, such as
the one shown here, combining the fig
ured and plain material as Illustrate!.
Embroidered Voile and Tinted Batiste
Flouncing.
The linen suitings are striped in the
same colors, giving much the sajne ef
fect. These Russian blouse suits and
dresses are well liked for sports and.
also for more formal wear. For In
stance, the frock illustrated is develop
ed in embroidered batiste combined
with a skirt of plain white tussah. mak
ing a dainty, cool frock for summer aft
ernoons.
$150,000 for the college, citizens o!
Pella having contributed $60,000 to
keep the school .in operation.
GERMANS WILL NOT
ANNEX BELGIUM
London, June 24.—An Amsterdam
dispatch to the Exchange Telegraph
Co. says the German chancellor, Dr.
von Behmann-Hollweg, has published
an authorized statement In the semi
official North German Gazette that he
endorses the speech delivered at Bres
lau June 20 by Phllipp Scheldemann,
a socialist member of the relchstag,
in which Scheldemann asserted that
the chancellor was opposed to the an
nexation of Belgium and to other far
reaching plans for Pan-German ex
pansion.
MISSING MAN FOUND DEAD.
Chicago, June 24.—The body of
Moses I. Conney, a retired shirt man
ufacturer, who has been missing from
his home since June 21, was found is
the lagoon at Washington park.
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