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THE TARGET 5 A Puritan in the Twentieth Century " And in 1630 John Winthrop led nearly a thousand Puritans to Salem, " drowsily mumbled Anne who was comfortably seated in a large armchair by the living-room window. It was a hot, sultry afternoon in September and Anne was trying to learn her history lesson. " Oh, how I wish I could see a real little Puritan girl, " exclaimed Anne. Just then a light knock was heard at the door. Anne jumped up to open the door, and a little girl about twelve years old, entered the room. She wore a light blue dress which reached nearly to her ankles. It had a large white linen collar, and cuffs to match. Entering, she said: " Prithee, art thou not Anne Endi- cott? " " Why-ee yes, " answered the sur- prised Anne. " Then thou art the person I have been seeking. My name is Patience Endicott. When I lived in Salem, my mother prophesied that I would have relations in the twentieth cen- tury. That time has come, and 1 have traveled far to see thee. " Then with a puzzled look, the Puritan girl picked up Anne ' s his- tory which had dropped on the floor. " What is this? " inquired Pitience of Anne. " Oh, " said Anne laughingly, " that ' s my history book. I was studying it when you came. " Solemnly Anne read aloud, the paragraph which she had been study- ing. " That ' s about us, isn ' t it? " asked Patience. Suddenly without any warning. Patience shrieked and sank back into a chair. " Oh, what was that? " she gasped. " What? " asked Anne. " That red thing. Oh, here it comes again, " cried Patience, cover- ing her face with her hands. Anne looked out the window, but saw nothing but her big brother Bob in his red racer. " Yes, that ' s it, " excitedly said Patience, " Oh Anne, don ' t look at it, it ' s wicked. " Then in an awed voice, Patience whispered to Anne, " It isn ' t the — , " and the rest was so faint that no one but Anne and Patience could hear it. Anne burst into a fit of laughter. " Oh, you silly little goose. That ' s nothing but my brother Bob in his racer. Come on out and see it. " " No, no, no! " protested Patience, pulling away from Anne. Remembering her manners, Anne asked, " Wouldn ' t you like to go up town with me? " Patience agreed. The two little girls went out of the gate and up the street. After walking several blocks, they came to the moving picture theater. " Marguerite Clark in the ' Seven Swans. ' Let ' s go see it. Come on Patience, " said Anne eagerly. Patience hadn ' t any more idea what moving pictures were than the man in the moon. She couldn ' t un- derstand them. Anne could see Patience ' s face and it was very pale. Tears, trickled down her cheeks al- though Anne explained that it wasn ' t real.
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THE TARGET The Spirit of Her Ancestors The tiny white-haired lady sat perfectly rigid. Before her stood a man in servant ' s garb. He was speaking excitedly. " Madame, you must leave this chateau at once. You cannot stay here. Do you think for a moment they would spare you? " " Jules, you are very thoughtful, but I am firm. Did not the brave Duke Reneau, my ancestor, stand against the enemy in this very spot until his life was taken? Did not my honorable and brave husband also once hold his ground here when there was an uprising? Ah! it shall not be said that his wife left the old Chateau Reneau in time of clanger. " " But, Madame, — your heart! and will you not be afraid? You have always been weak at the sight Madame Reneau shot the servant an indignant look. " You refer, per- haps, to my fear of mice. That is nothing now. I should stay and } r ou shall stay with me. " " Of course, Madame. " The noise of battle resounded from the distance. Supply trains also could be heard rumbling along the narrow road. A rumor was about that the Germans were plan- ning to strike one great blow and break through. This could be easily done because the French forces were very weak at this point. The windows of the old chateau were heavily curtained, and the doors all bolted. Now news had been brought that the battle was in full swing. It was only a questio-n of a little while before the Germans would be devastating all the sur- rounding country. Frail little Madame Reneau sat very quiet — waiting. It was almost impossible for help to come now. Soon a steady tramp was heard. Madame Reneau jump- ed up. The Germans had broken through. Jules ran in. " Come, Madame, you must seek safety at once in the wine cellar! " " Jules, you astonish me. That is the first place those Huns would go, and I have told you that I will not leave. " Then she added with a touch of sarcasm, " I must be here to receive my guests. " Now the tramping ceased. The sound of the knock er announced the coming of a stranger. Jules ran into Madame ' s room. " Madame, these soldiers are not dressed like Germans. They do not look like Germans. One of the officers asks that he and his men be allowed to come in and have food. " Soon a tall youth appeared before Madame. He informed her that his regiment was on its way to re- enforce the French at this point. A little later Madame was talking to Jules. " Ah Jules, I would not have missed talking to that young officer if I had lost my whole estate. These brave and honorable Ameri- cans! Think if they had found me in such an undignified place as the wine cellar! God bless these Ameri- cans that have come to save France. " DOROTHY RITCHIE. Have less wheat flour in your bin So the Sammies may soon reach Berlin.
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6 THE TARGET The next thing thrown on the screen was some war pictures. " What war? " inquired Patience who was greatly puzzled. " The great war in Europe, " ex- plained Anne, " Look at the tanks, Patience. " Patience didn ' t know what tanks were, but she saw some peculiar looking objects moving directly to- wards them. " Hurry! hurry, Anne, they ' ll crush us! " screamed Patience. " No, they ' re just in the picture, " said Anne beginning to feel morti- fied. Let ' s go, " she added. It was not quite dark. Anne ran home pulling the reluctant Patience after her. Everything was so strange to her, the little Salem Puri- tan girl. A large electric train came thundering along all illuminated. Patience thought certainly that was Satan. Everywhere automobiles sped along honking. This twentieth century life was so different from the quiet Puritan life of the seven- teenth century! When they reached Anne ' s home, Anne turned on the electric light. As the bright light filled the room, Patience smothered an exclamation of surprise, and stood still in amazement. All of a sudden Patience cried, " Oh, my mother is calling me. Dost thou hear her? I must go. " Anrte listened and it seemed as though she could hear a voice cry- ing, " Patience, thy supper is ready. Hurry, child. " Other sounds reached Anne ' s ear. She could hear the lowing of cattle and the tinkling of sweet-towned cowbells. The sounds grew louder and the voice, also. Anne jumped up, rubbing her eyes. " Why, where ' s Patience? " question- ed Anne of her mother who was standing near her. " There isn ' t any person named Patience here. You have been dreaming, " said Anne ' s mother. But it all seemed so real to Anne that she never could quite believe that it was a dream. EDITH LILIAN JONES. THE DUMDEREE. I ' m bound to the land of No-where- at-all There, wondrous things to see: In a golden coach with a snow- white steed; To see the Dumderee. Oh, the Dumderee is a wonderful bird, As wonderful as can be, With long red feathers in his tail; And bright green wings has he. And as he flies his bright green wings Flap far o ' er land and sea. His wings are fifty miles across. This wonderful Dumderee! And as he flies, he gaily sings; Sings ever, " To-weet-to-wee. " And his wonderful voice like the nightingale sounds; This wonderful Dumderee! Oh! the Dumderee is a wonderful sight! As wonderful as can be; I ' m bound to the land of No-where- at-all, To see the Dumderee. MARJORIE CLUTE. Give the Hun no quarter; But a L T . S. Thrift Stamp.
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