Ferndale Union High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Ferndale, CA)

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Ellie Eaunn The pale blue sky all o'er was streaked XN'itl1 slender crimson shafts of light, That searched the old dark world to see If everything were right. It changed the sparkling drops of dew, Into gleaming gems of red and white: It changed the silent running stream Into laughter' gay and light. The golden sun rose 0'er the hill, A molten ball of glowing lightg And clothed the silent sleeping world, XV ith a mantle warm and bright. Therese Christensen WE E? 9

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ing. Meanwhile, Archibald was frantically trying to swim to the shore, but Without any success and the boys were laughing themselves sick at his efforts. Boo-hoo-hoo, l'll tell my mother on you, you just wait and see. Aw, your ma ain't here and she couldn't do anything to us anywayf said Bill. Oh, please take me out. l'll catch my death of cold, I know I will. If my mother knew what was happening to me she'd do something to you boysf' Well, you're here and your ma ain't, why don't you do something your- self ? asked Mike. By this time, however, Archibald had managed to get to where he could wade ashore and with many threats to the boys as to what his mother would do to them when he told her about what they had done to him, he started toward the house. The last day of Archibald's visit had arrived at last, much to the joy of Bill and Mike. Archibald wasn't very sorry either. He and Bill hadn't hit it off very well together and that pal of his was worse than Bill. Bill's mother had planned a party in Archibald's honor and had invited l'lill's school-mates. The party was to he that evening and there was to be ice-cream and cakeg according to Mike that was the best part of it. At seven o'clock the guests began to arrive. There were the boys, very un- comfortable in their white shirts and collars, with their hair plastered down and their shoes shined for the occasion. There were the little. girls with their white dresses and pink sashes, their eyes shining. The boys were bashful and seemed to be afraid of the dainty little misses. All, that is, except Archibaldg he was in his glory and soon had all the girls listening to a piece of sentimental poetry which he was reciting for their especial benefit. Also, he had had dancing les- sons and knew all the steps and did not step on their feet when he danced with them, and he could ask for a dance without stuttering and getting red in the face like the other boys. They could swim, and fight, and fish, but when they got all dressed up and had their faces washed till they fairly shone and were put in a room with a lot of young ladies they were helpless. All this was just what Archibald had been brought up on and when Bill saw him dancing with Bella Perkins, who had always been his girl and saw the way she was listening to every word that Archibald said, he decided that being a Mamas boy had its advantages. S

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In illrpuhliqnr You are certain ? Yes, My orders will be executed to-night and as a result, I think Monsieur Le Hon will not be so bold or careless. ' A muffled sigh of satisfaction came from the cloaked and hooded figures gathered in the dim, musty room. As a slim figure arose from her box onthe raised earthen platform, the hooded figures formed two rows and bowed their heads as she walked between them towards the door. llere she paused and in a soft, sweet voice said, f'La Republiquef' La Republiquef' echoed those assembled. Thereupon she passed out of the door into the narrow streets of Paris. f ls she loyal? asked a new member of Giles, the henchman of Mademoi- Selle. A stinging slap across the face was the answer. Thoroughly cowed, the man took his place among the rest. But tell us brother Giles, asked another hooded figure, why is Mademoi- selle the chief of this organization? She is a noble herself and a second cousin of the Marchioness of St. Claire. Aye, tell us, came from the rest. Pufling up his chast and strutting about importantly, Giles took his place on the platform and began: Mademoiselle is of the real nobility and real nobility is going out of exist- ense. Her father died in disgrace after losing his fortune to one of the enobled. Thus, embittered, she hates and despises the nobility. I-Ier father's cousin, the Marchioness of St. Claire, took her at the death of Monsieur Flourie and raised her. At the age of twenty-three, she organized this society for the purpose of harassing and punishing the ennobled. That was two years ago. Mademoiselle Flourie is now trying to make France a republic. That is all, my brothersf, Well, mother dear, I fear we are going to have troublesome times, said Louis de St. Claire as he took a seat opposite his mother in the drawing-room of their town house in Paris. The peasants, he continued, are losing their subdafed manner and are growing bolder every day. Yesterday, in the St. An- toine quarter, one of my spies was almost killed. My dear, exclaimed the Marchioness, can not such outrages be stopped ?', They could be, if I could discover the leader of the secret society, La Re- publique. We know there is a society by that name and the leader is known as Number One, but we have not been able to find out anything more about it. What have we here? Mother, I think you had better leave the room. A man stumbled into the room and sank exhausted upon a divan. His hair was in wild disorder, his cloak was in tatters, his boots were bespattered with mud Gasping for breath, the man stuttered- lNIar-Mar-Marquis-it's out-outrageous. What is outrageous Monsieur-and pray what is your name ? My name is Le Bon and I have been nearly killed, answered the man. i Killed l Yes killed! This morning I was riding towards my country residence, 10