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Wednesday Evening, July 1, 1925
THE EUGENE GUARD.
MUTT AND JEFF
The Tourists Are Glad to Reach Roughton, Michigan
By BUD FISHER
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".bout a dean little hotel In West
Eleventh street i
Gloria made up her mind that she
would go there first to freshen up.
Bhe was dirty and tired, after her
journey.
. , . And then and then, she would
hunt up Stanley Wayburn!
She sat back in a corner of the
Uiicab and watched New York whirl
by outsme the windows. In the pale
unshine, the tall buildings seemed
rich and wonderful. The very trucks
and busses seemed marvelous to Glo
ria that day. ... She waa going to
Bee Stanley Wayburn!
Perhaps she would go on the stage
and become a great star!
. And this big, careless town,
.k;. Vow YnrW would be hers to-
struggle with, to conquer! Perhaps
she would write her name in electric
lights against the night sky of Broad
way yet:
At the little hotel she registered aa
"Miss Gloria Gordon" ... a better
stage name than "Gloria Gregory
she decided.
She went upstairs to the tidy, de
huinanited hotel room and unpacked
her bug.
She bathed. She brushed her red
gold hair until it shone like polished
copper. She "did" her nails, and
rubbed perfume into the palms of her
hands, and on the nape of her neck.
She rouged her cheeks.
" 'When tulips bloom in Union
Square . . " Bang Gloria, happy
for the firBt time in weeks.
She was happy I
And wasn't she pretty, though!
She put her head on one side and
laughed at herself in the looking
glass. . . . Oh, she could land a job in
a beauty-show all right!
i If Stan couldn't help find her a
V job, she'd go to Kit Cameron!
Kit was a chorus girl in the
; "Gayeties" . . . the '-moat beautiful
a choruB in the world! And Kit could
f introduce her to the great Ginfield,
' himself.
Gloria was sure that it Ginfcld
: saw her, he would give her a place
t in th "Gaveties" . . . 8he was
sure Bhe was beautiful Dick had
1 always told her she was the prettiest
r woman in the world.
I Dick! The thought of him made
Gloria's heart ache for just a minute.
Sh nut the thought of mm asiae.
i . . . She closed her heart against
him
She tbrew back her head, and
studied herself with eyes that were
' likfi dark stars under their wmte uas,
She smiled into the mirror. She knew
that she was better-looking than Kit
: Cameron had ever dared to be.
Gloria's spirits began to sink as ,
Bhe Stood on the sidewalk and looked
- up at the dingy, narrow building that
' was Stanley Wayburn's . boarding
i. house.
"I wonder if he'll be glad to see
; me," she thought.
She was filled with panic aa she
: went up the worn stone ateps, and
rang the doorbell.
, "Is this where Mr. Wayburn lives
2 : , . .' Mr. Stanley Wayburn?' she
I asked the tall, black-haired woman
who opened the door.
"Yes, 'tis," the woman answered,
"Who's wanting him?"
"I'm I'm his sister, Gloria fal
tered. s "'Well,' he ain't home," the woman
said. "He'd oughta be hero in r few
minutes. Wonta go up and wait for
him?"
"Yes, thank you," said Gloria. She
followed the boarding-house keeper
up the red-carpeted stairs to the scc
oud floor.
Stan's rooms were at the back of
the house, overlooking a dirty back
yard. Upstairs, someone wan prac
tising on a doleful saxophone.
But the rooms themselves were
( cheerful enough.
! There were magazines scattered
about. A tin boi of cigaretes and a
cooktnil shaker stood on the table.
Sten's briaht flh house-coat was
thrown over the back of a chair.
Everywhere there were pictures of
i women . . . the photographs that
) Gloria first had seen m Mans dress
7. ing room in the theater back home.
She looked at them, again.
Then she paw that there was a new
one among them!
? It stood all by itself in a Dutch
' silver frame on a tnhle in one corner.
? " The pictured face in it was broad
and fore-shortened. It was crowned
by a swirl of blond hair. ... It was
; Sonya Chotek's face!
Live pangs of jcaIonsy stabbed Glo
ria like two-edged knives at the sight
! She wondered if Stan was in love
with that face. . . . She wondered if
he thought Sonya Chotek was beauti
ful. Was she beautiful? . . . Gloria
picked up the picture of the actress
and smdied it closely Then she
crossed the room to a mirror that
hung there against the wall, and
looked at her own face. Under the
deep coppery waves of her hair, it
smiled back at her . . . vivid and
sparkling.
"Pooh!" she said aloud. "I make
her look liktf thirty cents!
She put Sonya Chotek's picture
Fashion Plaques
The vttermelon hat a a summer !
OTJty, not to be taken too seriously ;
or recommended for formal wear. It
! of silk in light and dark shad of
green arranged to make Oik crtftwn m
perfect cory of a melon. The brim
ia of the lighter silk, forded. The ;
erown it bound with a ribbon band of
watermelon pink. '
back on the table, so that it faced
the wall.
It was then that the telephone in
Wayburn's bedroom rang.
Gloria flew to it and unhooked the
receiver.
"Hello," she said.
The Toice that answered her had
a foreign accent. It was a woman's
voice. It was Sonya Chotek's Toice,
Gloria knew at once.
"Who is this speaking, please?" it
asked.
Gloria didn't answer. She banged
the receiver back on Ita hook, and
turned away from the phone. Then
she stopped dead-still.
Wayburn had come in. Ho was
standing in the doorway between the
two rooms. Of course, he must have
been listening, , . .
He stared at her as if she had,
been a ghost. "For the love of Mike!
Where did you drop from?"
Gloria s voice was wistful wnen sne
answered. "From home, of course
Aren't you glad to see me?"
Wayburn ignored her question.
"Who was that on the phone just
now?" he asked harshly.
"Oh, just some Jane who wanted to
talk to you," Gloria replied. She
managed to ripple a laugh at him,
flippantly, as she walked past him
into the sitting-room.
She was hurt bewildered. What
was the matter with Stan? The Stan
who used to catch her hands in his,
give her a look that wa's like a caress,
and call her "Uusset?"
"Aren't you going to ask me to sit
down, or say you're glad to see nie,
or anything?" she asked.
She dropped into a chair, and
watched Wayburn through her lashes.
Ha took off his overcoat and hung it
up. He lighted a cigaret with a steady
hand. He drew up a chair and sat
down. i
. And not until then did he answer
her.
"Well," be said, "as a matter of
fact, I'm not exactly ticklpd to death
to see you, Gloria. . . . What have
you done? Left your husband?"
Not exactly tickled to death to see
her! Stan not glad to ace her? . . .
She tried to speak but her lips would
scarcely move. They were white and
drawn.
"I suppose you'd call' it that"
she said at last. Her voice vibrated
high and thin, like a violin string that
has been stretched too taut. It broke
suddenly. - ,
She wanted to tell Stan how empty
life at home had been for her since
he dropped out of her life how ter
ribly she had missed him.
But his coldness froze her. She
couldn't tell him anything. Her voice
was congealed in her throat.
"Does your husband know you're
here with ine?" Wayburn asked, lie!
gripped the arms of his chair with
both hands as he leaned forward,
hungiug upon her answer.
"Suppose ho does know it? What
difference would it make?" Gloria's
voice was a dull whisper.
"Difference!!' Wayburn shouted.
"It would make a deuce of a differ
ence to me!" He began to dash up
and down the room like a caged
tiger. 1
He stopped suddenly before her
chair and glared down at her.
"Do you suppose I want to be
dragged into your troubles?" he asked
violently. "Do you suppose I want
that husband of yours to hunt me up
and shoot me, eh? What could I do
with you, anyway "
Gloria saw in a flash how his mind
was working. She shook with cold
anger that was like an icy chill. And
when she answered Wayburn her voice
came between clenched teeth. She
couldn't get them apart.
"I see what you're driving at,
Stan,' she said. "You think I'm
asking you to take care of me well,
I may be cheap, but I'm not so
cheap as that!"
Her anger broke over him suddenly
like flooding waters bursting through
a dam.
"I'm not such a fool as to expect
help from you!" she cried. "Why,
you can't take care of yourself! I'll
bet you're still living on that .?J(Kl
! you borrowed from me!"
She could son Wavhurn wince. Thnt
had got under his skin!
"Don't worry, I'll pay every rod
cent of it back!" he said.
Gloria sneered. "I'll frame it when
I get it," she said. She wanted to
hurt Wayburn. She hated lnro. sud
denly, as she had never hated anyone
in ail ner life before
The telephone in the other room
rang sharply, ayburn slammed the i
door after him as he hurried in to
answer it.
Cloria tiptoed to it, and laid hr !
ear acainat the panels of it to listen. '
"Hello, SunRhine," she heard Way- !
burn nay. Her lip curled. Thnt was '
like Stan to call Sonya I'hotek ;
"Sunshine." as he had once railed
her "Husner.
Pet names were pnrt of Stnn'a
lovo-makiiiR, part of bin "line" with
women! Little caressing named that
were like kisses on bis lips as be
whispered them! And they inennt ex
actly wliat his kisses meant. Nothing!
Nothing at all!
Oh, she had found Stan Wayburn
out at last. Ho wn R coward and a
cad. Why, hndn't she seen it long
ago?
U'rfyburn name back into the ror,m.
IK sat on the arm of Gloria s chair,
and laid his hand on Gloria's shoul
der. ,
"Now, let's talk this ovr quietly, "
he said.
At his tqiieh, all the fury went out
of Gloria, .he hatd him. yes. but
with a kind of misery. She turned in
her chair and looked up at him,
pleading with her eye.
"Oon't send me bark home, Wan!"
she hepxt-d. f yon knew hw lone
ly I've been! ... If yon only knew!
Look here, I'll get a job on the stage.
Maybe Kit Cameron can get ine into
the show she's in. . . ."
Wayburn got up.
"N't. you'd better go home," he said
brutally. His voir rut like a whip.
And Gloria went mad for moment.
She crosier! the room,
and picked
up Sonya t'hotek's picture. She held j
it above her head, and brought it
down hard on the bark of the neurit j
chair. The glass broke in a hundred
flieef. . . , Above the rra-h of it,
Gloria hesrd the sound of Wayburn's ,
laugh.
"Well, that's about all you can do ;
about it!" h. said, "I married Sonya
Chotek jeoterday!' I
(To be continued)
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Newsprint prodnetion in Canada
this year is greater than ever before.
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fare and fipuro as th;.t poss ?'m 1 hy r-uz;ihno K nor, Ani'Tir nn irl
whose coloraturr poprjino voicn has bf on ar linmd lit lln' M' 1
politan Opera Hnusp auii' who han hO'n introtlucins herself to Amer
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Hy MtLT(. ItKONNl-i:
(NKA Service Writer)
J ONDON, July 1. Youua Mis'
America, vno i n n visit lo
these hhuif!. is not going bar; with
a very high idea of llnsland as re
gards one thine, and that i daminy.
In nil the hotels and in all the hi
dancing places, you csu sec M.m
An.erica being an-uiiipaniid by y 'iing
.Mr. John Hull, And ther d-'n't g"t
aloii; at all. Mr. Hull is still d.m -ing
the old steps that the I. S. A. de
clared out of date lng ago. liver in
America nil soils of new Mps and
riirley cue have been invented by the
young peop'e, whi h. mike ns
really darning. toicervative Kngland
still adheres to the fox ttot and toe
one iep plan and iihid 'rneil.
Has
Which is why Mies Ainerna
to Mr. John I'-ud;
"I have certw'iiij' enjiy
i your com- !
pa ti
but
I will tell ih world that i
what oii call dancing is simply 1
ii:g ar'uinil the roou to tte tunes of
A t.r.nd."
One of the mourners at th funeral .
of the late Karl of pres. better ;
known s ltd French, was M.irvh!
Joffre, They had hern fust friend
in I lie. In fact. FietMh new-r r.ried
in his etima(i"jt of lb greutne ut
tl,e hro of the Marne. Smue time e-
' ftT" lm death, be was Talking of the
French genersl and snid with itima
thit ".hd'fre. v bat a revelation ! ' The
v.hen tii- Hv of tiie w dd hur.g iin
the! oUK-tMiie of the battle, 1 came to
In rfin. He was sitting there tr.in
.juijh drilling a tip .if hot circulate,
I was an vioiis, even excited. 1 tit he
calmed me by sajing everjth.ng was
quite readv and in order. And he con
i tmuwl dipping his choerJate with evj-
: dnt relt-b. That morning I under
' stood that a Frenchman could be quite
r rr 5, t Pae-i. TTT ' MyTT, whckj fJGFF, tv HKi 5A(e nefcelN fctca te.i&i excess -youi
AH-CHoo.l ! rottcm' J I An" C,GT T6 Fevers lsft U usTeM'. l eeab omcc 8uT t Gotta r eesu tms
AU nJnn'lA J J-i hooghtom vue'n. pes'- about We HooGrtTow do southing... se.vwAl
An-"- HUU-M p iwHOO I But that UuoNfccRFuu'. oaoNJs. B,wi x'm njuttv y OOVajAH1.'
v 'v ) U;ue Sot HftV . y Pouow to HAy wCP Jow!. J
T X T'ff I Feviee AMb Feet ,) -,( Fcuel GcBlvlif!J X ?" 7 O
JW J!HWJ.M,H 'Wtjfc !-f$m
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rilS phlrUliutir a- they s iy the Knglisli
When you think of I i.-l!;iint oi
tli'nk uf tii.' im-joiinx hi-a :ii d thnt
nmkrs ynti think of the winl mills
winch the wnter nud drive it
from the hiinl. fi f hi l.)l,imf w'lhoitt
wiiiilnnll.-. -.uitln'i st-ejn ll.jinl. But
sum .rarw ng-i it w.ik found Hint it
s far ''Shier t protert the bird hv
r.it-itiiK "f I'l'-ri i ica) mn hilHTy. It was
er to pn-sH a Imttoti nnd start
'N-ct riciiy norking tlnn to at lend to
.i ! . iili w iinhmll Also the hind tli
j wii,dmiU o .-i;,(i,.. waa viiliwble and
i.-iu In- in-d f.ir ..(her tinnc-1. S
i windmill
afte
wmdmiH ; torn
d'-wn.
Then suddenly Soii'b.idy Woke up.
i He riiil zed that a land uilh"i't wino-
niiPs w-Mihl be n flat dull land and
: tourists don't come to flit dull litii'N.
Tourists com to Holland to see wind
! miils and tulips and picture", t ut out
j'he winilmil's and mi rut down the
iMimber if tourists, llenie tods there
Ms in Il-'llailll n Stejety wlinjir job is
jto se iliat wiiidai'll- are pi-cm-d.
There is n ntuisg man who has (lie
entree at the Lksec. Uip I'ur.s bom
i the president of I'rsr.'c. whin
many n grave young politician Ins to
od hiM heelK in tlie ante room, tie
first won the regard of l'risid"nt
iloiirneigue by hiR devfr flftlifin j at a
private enter! nininent. Arid biter h"
iii'-reu!erl his pull by showing nt a
private dinner Hist he a good enrn
osny. the telle;. of witty storie wlrch
stl alt the guefe'a roaring with laugh
t r. The for'ttnste man is none other
than Marry I'ilcer. formerly kii"n to
fame as the dancing partner of Gby
liesly.
'.u! Cynthia Grey Says:
fly CYNTHIA fillEY
IOST aug.tft lady," says the
Jap
rin-
an'-se, addressing not hi
pre--, but only his wife; "This i
h'- is
almost cold. It is not fit to eat!"
"Honored sir." she snswers polite
ly. "I in sorry. Another tim I. tnv-
self, shall see that it is hot ruough !
for your honorable palate." I ,
The Japanese, are the most polite
people on the globe, Tliuit' manuera !
are perfect. Kveu their quarrels have j
a certuin dignity about them.
So their home life has au outward
effect, of harmony that our American
i family life very often lacks.
Their "family jars" do not jar on i
I the uerves of every member of the I
j-iamilv circle.
Whatever of hae or unfriendliness j
they bear toward each other is con
cealed under the shield of nood man
ners.
And this is an excellent thitig....
not only for the Japanese, but for all I
uf us.
Fur it isn't the disagreement that
slicks in people's minds, after a ()iiar-
rel, but tho cruel ami cutting things!
that were said dining the tliMigree-
meut.
Take, for example, the ease of thej
Juhu inilhs who are having a word
battle about the Monthly Kills.
Says Mr. John Smith: "You seem'
to think that money .grows mi trees I
....the way you upend it. Jane. You ;
haven t the intelligence of a child j
when it comes lo keeping your family j
budget :
Answers Mrs. John Smith: "Itnn't
talk to ine about intelligence. If you
bad any brains, yom-self, I could havei
ns murli money :a Mary Jones or Lot- j
tie Leo. Their hioliamls seem to know,
how to earn enout;h to live, if mine i
doesn't!" !
Long after the mutter of the1
Monthly Hills hasNn-eti settltd, the
rmic and cutting things each said to
(he other will rankle 4n the Imisniun of
iJohn Smith and Jane, his w.lV.
Such things are not forgotten. They
lie at the bottom of the mind, and
"ften are the renl cause fur sepjua
(inns ami tinlnippitieN be ween bus
bunds jmhI wi(.
A (piariel of (his kind couldn't lum
pen in a Japanese f;nnil, . A p'flite
tl,h 'gi-eement would tnlie its place.
And the feeling- of neither the puriy
uf (he first put or the feelings of the
pai-' v of I In second part u oiild be
hurt.
It is not easy to "razz" a man. or
name-ciill iiiiu iifler o" have just ad
diesM'd him as "htoiored s;r." There t,
ni'ire to -manners than jul good form.
There is a s"it of giMitleness thai
c ui.es with them. . . ,:ind t li.hr makes
lor ft'tiuesiic peace and harmony.
Someone mice nhhI good man-
to rs jre more iinportunf than good
i rs ojre
o:,.r.' I
woiiidn t go si far jih to
!ut suiel.i they are iht
in the dnily I fe of eveiv
:l.v that,
in poj-iaut
"lie of us.
I asfiion Tips
Hurdered silks are used very ef
fectively this year for dresses and also
for negligees.
Wider Brims Seen
Gradually the linger bat is becom
ing more general. Very frequently
it lias a huge bow of self-colored
ribbon.
i Sash Tirs in Front
The NHh of this NeHSf.fl ii IIIM'll
more opt to tie in front than in the
back, and the rolls r usually tie in
the bark.
Flowered Hemline
Flowers are not only used as bou
t onus ire but are ned to form the
eollurs and hems of evening wraps.
CHOSS-WOKDFOK
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TIE NfslEIS
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Tne 0reatost Cspital Offense Is
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PACIFIC COAST
KGW,
'.inland, Hfl.o mt'ters 0
Jackie Souder's Fort hind
p.
betel dance orchestra; iiitermi.-ai n
numbers by Lew Farris, (I feel K hi
ch. s of song; 7:!l'l-S', weather, poli i
and nnirhet repoits, news bulletins
ami baseball snores; N-lll, Concert by
courtesy of the Western Ant Supply
. oiupini,, Lucille Kin ley, soprano;
1 ml ph Tho ma baritone, and
t ity lm; IK -1 I, roticert from I lio
Ai t Ktinli i by Sherman, Clay and t ,
KFAK. Fitllm.in. Wash., Ilis.tl me
t.t rs 7 ! p. ni., horis .clte
iiolds, violinist; Kcnnetli Hell, reader;
I'eiiy Sevei niice, aa xojdioiieist ; tonus
and melodies, Dye vx; Fnuline Wil
liams, piaiit ; 'I leave nly Hat lit idf
Lila Naider. tender; hnk ehut. Ah-
Litid'-ay Webb; 'i'lion-iitg the (Col
lege Course." N. J. Aiken; "Frepar.1
t ion of 1 loney for the Market," H
A. Slociim.
KFI, Los Angeies. -Ml" meters
."i:'ttl-d p. in., Fxamiiier'H m-itiuve inn-si-
nle; (!, Mel lainels' nightly driiugi;
t;:l"i, radiotoiwil talk; ", detective
xiury. Nick Iburis; 7;.'tO-S. dinn-'r
dance niMHic; K 1, progrjiiu, 'eiitu:a
Kefiuing t- in in u ; It IK. the F.xamiiu
er girN. M:;dlti Hardy. Jean. Jac
iptej. and Anette Schiller; 111 11, l'nt
rick Marnh dam-e nrebentra, Hc ,y
1'atrick, soloist,
KI-'llA. Sentlle. 4 I meters (I-
Radio
Programs
p. tn., tdjiiipic bond oiirert or-1 Josef Itosenfeld, director; prn
. b'Hint; (i."i-S;l."t, Hopper -Kelt." j gram, Security Trust and Savings
company sl'.dio progrmii; 8 ;.'I0-Hi, ' . . y ,,, vNX feature nrogrnm;
Tun h studio piugram.
K F WW, II dlywo-d, L'o'J meters--d-7
p. in., crtil'lren's hour, Hig Itro
Iter of KFWH; 1-H, progriim. Itev
eriyridge cfunpsuy, Hevefj, ridge I 'ol-b-gians'
il.iiiie or'-heHlrn; h it, progia.a
An Mwhe;id HpringH Water coin pan",
I s ike An'ovhiiid string iputrtet, Jtill
Hatch ni;d Hay 'Keliowtv, the ja.
t w in-; 11-10, variei y h ur, Frnti't
Fierce and Vie lte.il. France h St.
: (teorge, the ja.7.iininiii girl, a no
other; 10-11. Warner Hros. movo'
! nibt. dti ertiori t 'bar lie Welhiuui.
Kt;t, tlikland, C.il.. :tt 1 .15 niete.-
; 7 p. m., H-ii Hlnck's orchestra.
KILL IxiM Angeles, 4H.VJ meters
Tr.'MI ti p m Lemliton's A mule eiif
teri.i orchestra. Jack Cronnbiin, lend-
-r; ; tl ;io, Art Hickman's Hiltmor,
hoi " v -ncert trehe-it rn. F.dwnrd Kit -
oalriek, tl:rectnr; ;'-U- little sto
ries A meri hu hUtnry, I'rnfeN ,r
W liter SivetiT lle.-log. O,.
Wmlow. iijvMnle reporter, ibibv Mu
riel MacCo. mae. lusev McH.in,
screen siari'is; , it. .iars num
garilt. scientific l' e ui'er; e '.'At-'J.ttK
ir(i-uiii, Alva Idobo coinpaiiy ; iKtll
t'i. I'igfv W Kgiy Kirln' triiigrf fn p;
I'l 11, Art lli kiimn s Hiltiu te bote)
dunce onhealra, Karl Hurttiett, lend-
KNX, llolljwoo
p. m., Wurhtrer
d, :i.ii;i -r, ::(o- 1
jiipe ,o-',ni studio,
li Ziffa "ports talk ; ti: lo. trav
talk. W. F. AUbr; 0:Mi, talk on in
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ADVENTURES
Tho Sour-Old-Woman
"VOW then," said the Oreen Wis
1 anl to Nanry and Nick, "when
you knock at the door of tho Sour
t)hl- W o m a n-Who-Livea-Undor-tho-Waterftill
you niust any:
" 'HhIIooiih! Hallonnsl
A bunch of balloons 1
They nil go a-pnpping
Tho loveliest tunes.'
"At. that she will open her door
Inst Hid ly, because If there Is any
thing the Sour-f Mil-Woman loves It is
balloons."
"Why?" naked the Twins.
"Herntisa one time," said the Oreen
Wizard, "she had her fortuna told and
the fortune tidier said she would find
her fortune through balloon."
"All right, we'll try to remember
Ihn words," said Niek Haying them
over again to himself. "Hut what if
she won't give us tho key after we do
get in." i,
"Just do anything she asks you,"
Maid the Green Wizard. "No matter
what it Is, do it. Then she will be
sure to feel grateful and give you the
key to the rupboard In Pixie, Cave."
, So the Twins started. They crossed
a count v and a tnwnshio and a town
and a hamlet, aim at Inst they mm
to a rushing stream.
Then they went along the rushing
stream about three furlongs and a
league, and at last tfcey ("a ine to a
high waterfall which fell with a crash
onto (he stones below,
Fnder tho waterfall was the stone
house of the Sour-Old-Woman.
The Twins went tap, tap, tap on
the door and sang out:
"Hulloous! Halloons!
A hunch of balloons.
They all go a-pnpping,
The loveliest, tunes."
What's that? What's that?" cried
the Knur-Old-Woman, opening her
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i very, vert mneh liked hv flnppers.
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(l) I ft?" she asked In a whisper.
OF THE TWINS
and tho Balloons
door -with a" bang. "Who said bal
loons? Who Is selling balloous?"
"No one," said Nancy and Nick
cooly, stopping inside. "We were
just singing a song we knew."
The Sour-Old-Woman tried to slara
the door shut but she was too late.
The Twins wero quite inside her
house,
"I don't wnnt company, ahe said
sourly.
"We're not company," aald Nick,
"Wo came for aomething."
"Wbut? snapped the fiour-Old
Woman.
"The key to the cupboard in Pixie
Cave," said Nick. "The ptxiees stole
the Fairy Queen's golden hive with
nil her bees in and ahe hasn't had
any honey on her bread for two days.
Wo think tho plxiea put it in their
secret cupboard and we know that
you havo the key."
"Why, 1 haven't any key, denied
the Hoiir-Ohl-Woman.
"Yes, you hove," said Nancy. MWe
saw you drop It under a aton and
w want It"
Tho Sour-Old-Womnn looked cun
ning. "What would you do to get
it V" sbo asked In a whisper.
"Anything," arid the Twins.
('Oh, ho!" said the old lady. "So
mat s tlie wny ine wnm uiohb, is hi
'omo In and ait down. I want you
to do inn a great favor and if you
do this for tne, I will give yon the
key to the secret cupboard in Tixin
Cave. The plxiea brought mo tho
key last night and I hid it this morn
ing before breakfast."
"What do you wish ua to do?"
asked Nick.
"I want you tn go to Twelve Toes,
the Sorrorer, and get Vne the most
beautiful balloon in the world snid
she.
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