• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Something about spiders
 A very quiet outing
 Our dead boy
 In-door games
 The fox and the geese
 A family drum corps
 A sad story
 Out-door games
 I'se a man
 The rogue's holiday
 For the boys
 The hare and the hedgehog
 The happy shoemaker
 The octopus
 Only five minutes
 The green twins
 Shorn of his locks
 Chased by savages
 The swallow-tailed hen
 Christmas Eve
 Robbie's sleigh-ride
 The doll's wedding
 The mason spider
 A grand ball
 The dolls' Christmas party
 The story of the rain drop
 A very odd girl
 How the children helped pay for...
 Farmers' girls
 Some forest trees - The willow
 A brave little girl
 Little golden head
 An East Indian home
 Hiving the bees
 The sea star
 Juliette
 The nutting
 A new kind of fun
 The best way
 Love one another
 Doing wrong makes baby trouble
 Josie's trouble
 The overland mail
 The stolen leaves
 John Pounds' school
 Only one mother
 A doll's story
 Almonds and raisins
 The princess Leona
 The fairie's clock
 A week of Thanksgiving
 The sparrows and the snow-flak...
 Out in the rein
 Bedtime song
 Lou's failure
 Norway & Sweden
 Here and there upon the globe:...
 Eastern travel
 How "Ruby" played
 The Indian brave
 Here and there upon the globe:...
 The little pig
 Here and there upon the globe:...
 Charades: holidays
 Charades: investigate
 Wishes without heart
 New Year's Eve in Korea
 Ruth's Thanksgiving
 Thanksgiving
 Miss Slocum's Thanksgiving
 "Roy'l"
 The wedding of Glory Ann
 Work
 Flowers of winter
 Grandmother's Christmas tree
 The old man and Jim
 Hunting a bee tree
 How Midge Bartlett saw the C.A.R....
 Snowball
 Fritz and his donkey
 Chrissy Cherryblows
 The watch night at Smithville
 Jack's New Year giant
 Under the wheels
 Back Cover
 Spine














Group Title: Girls' book of treasures : : including entertaining and instructive stories, travels, pastimes, poems, recitations, in-door games, out-door games, and a great variety of other good reading for girls
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Title: Girls' book of treasures including entertaining and instructive stories, travels, pastimes, poems, recitations, in-door games, out-door games, and a great variety of other good reading for girls
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Miller, Emily Huntington, 1833-1913 ( Author )
Richards, Laura Elizabeth Howe, 1850-1943 ( Author )
Douglas, Malcolm ( Author )
Burt, Mary E ( Mary Elizabeth ), 1850-1918 ( Author )
Burtchaell, Clara G ( Clara Grace ), d. 1940 ( Author )
Howard, O. ( Author )
Donohue, Henneberry & Co ( Publisher )
Donohue & Henneberry
Publisher: Donohue, Henneberry & Co.
Place of Publication: Chicago
Manufacturer: Donohue & Henneberry, Printers, engravers and binders
Publication Date: c1893
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Games -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: by the following eminent authors: Emily Huntington Miller, Laura E. Richards, Malcolm Douglas, Mary E. Burt, Clara G. Dolliver, Mrs. O. Howard, and many others ; profusely illustrated.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00082330
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223590
notis - ALG3840
oclc - 214278452

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Something about spiders
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    A very quiet outing
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Our dead boy
        Page 11
    In-door games
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    The fox and the geese
        Page 16
    A family drum corps
        Page 17
    A sad story
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Out-door games
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    I'se a man
        Page 24
    The rogue's holiday
        Page 25
        Page 26
    For the boys
        Page 27
    The hare and the hedgehog
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    The happy shoemaker
        Page 31
        Page 32
    The octopus
        Page 33
    Only five minutes
        Page 34
    The green twins
        Page 35
    Shorn of his locks
        Page 36
    Chased by savages
        Page 37
        Page 38
    The swallow-tailed hen
        Page 39
    Christmas Eve
        Page 40
    Robbie's sleigh-ride
        Page 41
        Page 42
    The doll's wedding
        Page 43
    The mason spider
        Page 44
    A grand ball
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
    The dolls' Christmas party
        Page 48
        Page 49
    The story of the rain drop
        Page 50
    A very odd girl
        Page 51
    How the children helped pay for the farm
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Farmers' girls
        Page 54
    Some forest trees - The willow
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    A brave little girl
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    Little golden head
        Page 62
    An East Indian home
        Page 63
        Page 64
    Hiving the bees
        Page 65
        Page 66
    The sea star
        Page 67
    Juliette
        Page 68
    The nutting
        Page 69
    A new kind of fun
        Page 70
        Page 71
    The best way
        Page 72
    Love one another
        Page 73
    Doing wrong makes baby trouble
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Josie's trouble
        Page 76
    The overland mail
        Page 77
        Page 78
    The stolen leaves
        Page 79
    John Pounds' school
        Page 80
        Page 81
    Only one mother
        Page 82
    A doll's story
        Page 83
        Page 84
    Almonds and raisins
        Page 85
    The princess Leona
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
    The fairie's clock
        Page 89
    A week of Thanksgiving
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    The sparrows and the snow-flakes
        Page 95
    Out in the rein
        Page 96
    Bedtime song
        Page 97
    Lou's failure
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
    Norway & Sweden
        Page 102
    Here and there upon the globe: The land of the vikings
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
    Eastern travel
        Page 110
        Page 111
    How "Ruby" played
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
    The Indian brave
        Page 115
    Here and there upon the globe: The play-ground of Europe
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
    The little pig
        Page 123
        Page 124
    Here and there upon the globe: In Uncle Sam's ice box
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    Charades: holidays
        Page 130
        Page 131
    Charades: investigate
        Page 132
        Page 133
    Wishes without heart
        Page 134
    New Year's Eve in Korea
        Page 135
        Page 136
    Ruth's Thanksgiving
        Page 137
    Thanksgiving
        Page 138
        Page 139
    Miss Slocum's Thanksgiving
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
    "Roy'l"
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
    The wedding of Glory Ann
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
    Work
        Page 153
        Page 154
    Flowers of winter
        Page 155
        Page 156
    Grandmother's Christmas tree
        Page 157
    The old man and Jim
        Page 158
    Hunting a bee tree
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
    How Midge Bartlett saw the C.A.R. parade
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
    Snowball
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
    Fritz and his donkey
        Page 170
    Chrissy Cherryblows
        Page 171
    The watch night at Smithville
        Page 172
    Jack's New Year giant
        Page 173
    Under the wheels
        Page 174
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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INCLUDING


ENTERTAINING


AND


INSTRUCTIVE STORIES,


RAVELS,


PASTIMES,


POEMS, RECITATIONS, IN-DOOR GAMES,


OUT-DOOR


GAMES,


AND A


GREAT VARIETY OF


OTHER


OOD


READING


FOR


GIRLS.


BY THE FOLLOWING EMINENT AUTHORS:


EMILY


HUNTINGTON


MARY


E. BURT,


MILLER, L


CLARA


AURA


E. RICHARDS, MALCOLM DOUGLAS,


G. DOLLIVER, MRS.


H OWARD


AND


MANY


OTHERS.


PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED.


DONOHUE,


CHICAGO:
HENNEBERRY
PUBLISHERS.


& CO,,


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COHPVRIGHTED 1893,


DONOHUE, HENNEBERRY


& CO.,


Girls' Book of Treasures.











Ir


DONOHLE & HIENNEBERRY,


PRINTERS, ENGRAVERS AND BINDERS.


CHICAGO.











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NE afternoon Cora


"Oh,
saw.


Auntie,


came


there is


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running to


the funniest


1


pi6ers.


her Al
thing in


unt Sarah


and said,


window


ever


Do come and see what it is.


"Where is it, Cora?"


said Aunt Sarah.


"In the parlor window, and I am sure it was not there yester-


day!


I never


saw


come and see it


anything like
." So Aunt


it before, and


Sarah


went


with


want
Cora


you to
to the


window,and there, sure


enough,


was the object


of Cora's surprise, and


what
was ?
web.


think


Only a spider


Aunt Sarah was a


neat housekeeper,


not like


see a


spider's
window,


so she


said;


"Oh,


and get


Cora,
broom


that \
down.


ye can


sweep


don't


want


anyspider'swebaround
the house."


"But


what


spider's
Sarah ?"


web,


Aunt


asked Cora.


"A spider's


child, is


something that


a spider makes to catch
flies."


"But how


put it
Aunt
Cora.


does


window,


Sarah ?"


Cora


asked


seemed


THE WEE INIS THS NO


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interested


web that Aunt Sarah thought


it a good opportunity


to tell


something


about


spiders,


so seating herself in an easy chair and


drawing


Cora to her knee, she said:
"And would my little girl like
"Yes, indeed, Aunt Sarah," sa


to know
Lid Cora.


something about spiders?"
"I should like to know how


they


build those funny little things.


They look just like


lace, don't they?"


"Yes,


said Aunt


Sarah.


"A spider's web does look something like lace, and


the threads from which they are spun are as fine as those of


any lace you ever


saw.


"But how did the spider make his web in the window?"


said Cora.


"The


spider,


" said Aunt Sarah,


"spins his web from material which he car-


ries in his body.


The spider picked out this


place to weave the web.


Crawl-


ing along the


window, he


fastened a


single thread


the wall;


then dropped


downward, spinning a single thread


as he dropped.


After going some little dis-


tance


began to swing back and


forth, farther and


farther each


time,


until


he finally reached the wall.


Clinging to this he fastened


the thread


there,


you see he then had a rope upon which to travel back and forth.


Starting from


another point, he wove another thread, and dropped down until he reached this


rope, or could reach it by swinging. So he worked ui
of these single threads, which form the framework of


until he had a large number


his web.


These


threads


all cross


at some point.


Using this


as a


centre, he


worked


round and round


until he finished


the thicker


part which you


see in


the centre.


His hope was


that some fly might be
until he could devour it.


caught in


meshes


the web, and be


held there


The spider's web is a wonderful piece of work.


"Think, Cora, how strong these little threads must be to support the weight


the spider


as he swings back


forth.


But get


the broom now, and we


will sweep it away.


was much


interested


Cora got the broom, but not


in the spider's web, and


it wa


with very good grace. She
is with sorrow that she saw


Aunt Sarah sweep it to


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so another summer ends.


ing her autumnal


farewell


the purple iron-weed.


The


~(uting.


Already the dog-wood is blush-


to the nodding


wild


asters


golden-rod


are here, and


and
the


odorless pink, and the leaves are beginning to drift down to
the wailing "hollows of the wood."
I sit among my boxes, heaped in the hall convenient to
the front door, and jot down a few clinging thoughts of the


vanished
couldn't


summer.


afford


outing


the coast, and I


was


small


affair.


couldn't afford the moun-


tains, so I took a cabin midway the two in the barrens-the
barrens of Tennessee.


I wished a quiet summer and mineral water, and I found both.


water,


Too much


when it rained, for my cabin's weather-worn roof.


When


to the


there is


woods,


neither water for


nor young


folks


fishing
music,


or bathing,


one


may be


game to tempt one
forgiven, I trust, for


entertaining one's self with one's neighbors.


Just in front of my cabin are four
A little further down there is a kind


others,


whose


1 of rustic hotel,


back doors look my way.
just far enough away to


relieve


me of


tell-tale


odors


from


kitchen,


and yet


near


enough for my


entertainment such


evenings


do not care to go over, but sit and


listen


the music and catch the sound of flying feet and light laughter and the familiar


"Balance


tireless


prompter.


Quiet ?


There has


been


but little variety, little excitement.
"grand ball."


True, one night we were called over to the


The ball wasn't a


faces to me,


great success-there


who have a habit of studying fa


were too many anxious and weary
ces and hunting through them for


the heart below and its unspoken griefs.


Now


Mrs.


Preston,


sitting


over


there against


wall, in a


black silk and diamonds, the first outing her finery had known this season.


bustling
She


did smile upon the


dancers,


and nod to this and that sister fashion-plate,


her feather fan did move gracefully,


and evenly, too, though an only son is lying


on his couch in the Bird's


door and window barred to keep off
off the track of the well-planned lie
on the evening train."


Nest cottage across the yard, dead drunk,


prying eyes and to keep


with


careless


every


tongues


that sent the young man off "unexpectedly


Flutter your fan,


Mrs. Preston.


I shall not


explain why it is your


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toy comes to a sudden halt whenever you hear a


sound of laughter or


calling,


as if all sounds


took in


drunkard's crazy yell in your ear.


I shall


that it was


who found


him asleep


in the woods,


too drunk


to know


that


dragged him into my


fellows


the


wagon
trail.


hauled him home


shall


not tell


that


after dark when the


looked


at me


with


fashion-trained eyes full of a mute pleading, but that your lips only said:


other
your
"You


are very good to shield us.


You did not say "him.


I understand your


meaning


thoroughly


shall


hold my


peace.


Wave


your


your


welcomes while you can,


while you can, poor fashion-plate.


will cry out above all that by-and-bye, and you will


The mother in you


care very little who


knows


you came to this slow hole because you were afraid to ask an inherited inebriate


at the more fashionable places.


may


about


your


"headache


slander


your


"heart trouble


poor


"liver


at last,


as much as you


when


you are no longer


but
able


will admit that


to hide your


it is


skeleton


its closet.


And


young


mother


with


heavy


eyes


sitting


over


against the


door,


always


ready


run if


a baby


voice


should chance to call out.


What is the


"grand farce
summer?"


" to her beside the


little life dragging through the terrible


"second


And the


lady sitting near


her-she is a


consumptive.


She will


not tarry


long at the grand ball; in half an hour she will creep to her bed over in the Ivy


age,


tired, oh, so tired,


But first she will


kneel down by her white


and fold her white


hands and say her prayers:
"Now I lay me down to sleep,


I pray


Thee, Lord, my soul to keep.


How


be as little


simple! how
e children?"


simple and


child-like


What is that


about "Except


She will kneel and say it for all she will be so tired.
by in a cloud of blue tulle, in the arms of a lover, she will


the birds begin their matins.


But the one


to her


floating


room when


Aye! she will get her full measure of joy,


not of


the grand ball.


And she will be tired,


too-


too tired to


say


her prayers.


intends to
campaign


waltz


"say
and
Sh


them in bed."


creeps


taps


between the


pillow


She arranges


white


with


fluffy hair for the


sheets.


slender


she is


fingers


next day's


thinking of that
) the old, sweet


tune:


ve c


omes like a summer sigh-


Gently o'er you stealing-


And


fast asleep,


with


the prayers unsaid.


But there will


come


time, fair dancer,


when the dance will be forgotten.


You will not forget to pray


"










then, poor dancer, but your prayers


will scarcely


be like hers-she who


sleeps


in the white moonlight in


the room


next your own-she who prayed,


"Now


lay me,


" like a little child.


So it goes on before me-this


grand


ball.


I live each one


s life, act


eacn


one's part.


And when the lights are going


I will peep in to


see


one lone figure


slowly leaving the hall.
Had she enjoyed it


so much


that she


loath to leave ?


She danced-


.and sang, too,


when there was a break in the music--sang a fierce


"'gem''


from


some op<
guerite"
"Margue


era,


when she


might have sung


some


tender


and given much more pleasure to her audience.


rite


" hurts,


little


ballad like "Mar-


But ballads


hurt, and


with its melancholy refrainof the day:


"The dreary day you'll ne'er forget, Marguerite."


could(


and a


You cannot cheat me into an idea that you are enjoying the grand ball.
i tell you a secret if I dared-I could tell you of a dream-a ruined he


desolate


heart


creep into her place-the


that would


glad


consumptive's.


to go down
But the ivy


to the Ivy cottage


)pe,
and


is growing for her,


you.


So-


"On with the


dance!"


Aye, on-there one passed m
is writing a letter; a letter to her
barrens."


e whose
lover,


eyes
who i


continually seek the door.


s too poor


even to indulge


She
"the


An old man goes by, awkwardly "swinging
yes, and you sneer:
"Gay !"


a young girl.


He is a widower;


Wait.


does not care for the dance;


he is


only


deceiving himself


with


the belief that it helps


Forget!


him to
world


forget.
trying


to forget?


Sorry the dance is over, I


back to my own leaky little cabin.
I shall lie down and study the stars through those


leak-holes


bye-and-bye


when


mother


shall
pass


have


sat for


between


light


an hour


under


me in the


vines


watching


cottage across


the little


the way.


And


when the light goes out I shall know that the sick babe is asleep at last.


We had a picnic in


that was all,


with a


"quiet


maple


dance


woods one day--a


" in the hall to


kind of woodland


round up with in the ev


chat,
ending.


But the next day when the sun shone and all the birds of the forest seemed


to have come


over


sing


about


the cottages,


happy groups of children


swung on the knotted grape-vines or in the gaudy hammocks, and here or there


a party sat "at cards,


another told jokes, and all were quiet, if not happy, there









came a wail from the little mother's room-a long, low, broken cry that had no
words to say the little baby was dead.


The birds sang on and the sun shone.


Some dropped their cards and


children were told not to laugh too loudly; while


some,


who. were mothers, too,


went
with


down
silver


to offer
hair and


comfort and to


tender


make a tiny shroud.


lifted


an instant


One old gentleman


when


tidings


came.


Their light burned low that night


vines.


I could scarcely see it through my heavy


But when at midnight the train whistled I went down to the track


brought up the little casket under my arm, so that the


young father might not


himself


compelled


carry


dead


darling's


coffin.


come


response to his wife's telegram and had brought the little casket.


voice


walked
singing


with


a gay


him to the cottage,


waltz


song


as we


and it smote


passed down the


me some to hear a girl's


row


of cottages.


didn't seem to hear, for a door opened and some one came to meet him


with a


low, heart-broken cry.


And


when he folded her in his


strong,


man's arms,


slipped in with my burden,


so that when


she saw


the child again it was lying


fast asleep, like a folded lily, hid in the little, lace-trimmed casket.


She meant to spoil no one's pleasure.


When the next train passed at two


o'clock


followed the little


procession


down


to the


track, again carrying the


tiny casket, for mourners were few and I was the only pall-bearer.
The train whistled and death passed on.


When


went down to


eakfast


at the hotel I wondered, seeing the


customary


crowd


hearing


customary


merriment, if


death had really


passed among them.
long, hot walks and


Improving?


drink


weak,


we are


coffee or watered


all improving


take


milk, do penance


the winter's comfort by a series of
tible dinners.


sleepless nights, tiresome days and indiges-


True, the "change


is something.


It gives as many a jostle with humanity


teaches


so many


pleasure."


lessons.


Now


quarreled


there


is the


lady


over the games until only


plays


cards


a few will play


"for
with


her. Yet she plays for pleasure.
than stale cider when her partner,
to please her.


I have watched her sour old face grow harder


who plays


for accommodation,


doesn't


play


I am "a looker-on in


Vienna,


and I have tarried until there is no one


to furnish me entertainment.


closing of the hotel.


Only one


so dislikes to


little woman remains, like


me, for the


give up the woods and the wild,


sweet.


freedom.
husband,


As if I


not know that she


so dreaded a return to a brute of


who makes her home so unbearable that she has invented that pretty









lie about her "lungs"


and "a change of air.


Oh, I have learned all their pretty


tricks and the traps they set for freedom.


Set traps for freedom?


Why,


Did you suppose that none but prisoners are slaves?
But they are all gone now; gone back to their old joys and their old


their


heart-aches and burdens,


shall


back to-morrow to


pains
mine,


and the


summer for all of us will drop into the lap of oblivion, leaving neither a


track nor trace, except, perhaps, in the heart of


the dead babe's mother.


J-


tulp


@ead


fEoy.


SAW my wife pull the bottom drawer of the old bureau this evening


went softly out and wandered up and down until


knew


and
shut


up and


gone


drawer which the


to her
gold of


sewing.


kings


could


have


not bu:


some
y, and


things
yet


laid
they


away in
are relics


that
that


grieve us until our hearts are sore.
I remember each article. There


I haven't dared look at them for a


ire two worn shoes, a little chip


year, but


hat with


brim gone, some


stockings,


pantaloons,


a coat,


or three


spools,


crockery, a whip, and several toys.


Wife, poor thing, goes to that drawer every


day of her life and prays over it, and lets her tears fall on the precious articles,


but I dare not go.


Sometimes we speak of


little


been a long time, but somehow we can't get over


Jack, but
grieving.


not often.


It has


sometimes when


we sit alone of an evening, I writing and she sewing, a child will


out in


street as our boy used to, and we will both start


wild hope,
quiet now.


only


to find


darkness more of


up with


beating


a burden than eve


hearts and a
ir. It is still


I look up at the window where his blue eyes used to sparkle at my


coming, but he is not there.
ringing laugh, but there is no


I listen for his pattering feet, his merry shout, his


sound.


There


is no one


to search


my pockets


and tease me for presents, and I never find the chairs


turned


over,


broom


down


, or ropes


to the


door-knobs.


I want some one to tease me for my


knife;


to ride on my shoulders;


to lose my axe;


to follow me to


gate when


and be there to meet me when I come;


to call


od night"


from


the little


bed now empty.


And wife, she misses him still more.


There are no little feet


to wash, no prayers to say, no voice teasing for lumps of sugar, or sobbing with
pain from hurt toe, and she would give her life almost to wake at midnight and
look across the crib and see our boy as he used to be. So we preserve our


relics, and when we are dead we hope strangers will handle them tenderly,
if they shed no tears over them.


even


-BOB BURDETTE.










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OOP


Sames.


Seeress.


WO


little girls


come into the


room where the others have


gathered.


One


pretends


a doctor,


the other a


somnambulist or seeress,


who


knows more than


ordi-


nary people.


The


doctor


says that


can discover


the deepest secrets
and then passes he


falling


hand


three


a magnetic sleep,


tin


muttering a few unintelligible words,


mes over
which


her eyes,
sound like


handkerchief


over


"Hocus,
sleeper's


pocus,


eyes


abracadabra,


to keep the


and finally ti


es a


black


ght light from disturbing


;-C-


Then the questions
The doctor walks i


begin.
D to the


nearest


spectator, takes her pocket handker-


chief, and then turns to the sleeper.


"Does the seeress


see


what I hold in my


hand?"


"A handkerchief."
"Is it white or colored?"
"Colored."









"What is the color-black, blue, or red?"
'Blue."


"Is it figured,
"Plaided."


plaided, or striped?"


The replies usually astonish the company, but the mystery is very simple.


The


doctor


seeress


have


agreed


upon


certain


words


which the


sleeper's answers are guided.


Thus hold is the word for handkerchief.


When


are mentioned,


as "white,


or "colored,"


correct one; and if three are named the somnambulist


one.


the last is always the
must choose the middle


When the game is well played it creates a great deal of amusement.


Little


Market


Women.


Each player takes the character of a huckster.
cakes, a thircn old clothes, a fourth eggs, etc.


One sells cherries, another


They pace around the room, and as


soon as the name of


any one of


them


called


must


shout


wares


as loudly


as possible.


The buyer then


inquires


wares,
the a


the


receives


Answer:


haven't it; ask some-


body else.
stance:


For in-


The player


who begins the game


calls


"Pears.


pear-dealer
ly screams:


Pears
fresh
first
asks:


l -


SHOWERS.


Buj
pears
speaker


mstant-
"Pears!
y some
!" The
;r then


" Have


apples, too?"


"No,


" replies the pear-seller; "go to the water-carrier.


As soon as the water-carrier hears her name she begins to shout:


"Water!


Water !"


"Have you any raspberry vinegar?"
umbrella-dealer."


asks


the pear-seller.


"No


go to


"Umbrellas!


Umbrellas !"


cries the umbrella-dealer.


"Have you sun-shades, too


"No,


asks the water-carrier.


" she replies; "go to the cherry-huckster."


The cherry-huckster
pennies a pound!"


shouts:


"Sweet


cherries!


Sweet


cherries


Four








The umbrella-dealer asks:


"No


"Have you black cherries, too?"


go to the flower girl."


soon


as the


flower girl


hears


her name


she begins to call:


"Beautiful


roses


Buy my roses !"


These examples will give an idea of the game,


a very merry one.


which,


The larger the number who take part in it


when well played, is


greater the


Every seller who


her name mu


does


st pay a forfeit,


not instantly


every


offer her wares as soon as she


buyer who


hears


asks for the wrong article,


instance,


flowers


from a


fruit-dealer,


must


sentenced


same


punishment.


Comical Concert.


This is a very lively game, and often
introduced at fairs or children's festivals.


affords


much


amusement


when


The children stand in


a circle


each one


tries to imitate the* music of


some


instrument.


the violin by


Ont


drawing


e pretends
the right


to play
hand to ;


fro over the left arm; another raises both hands
to her lips, as though blowing a horn; another


drums on


table, as


it were


a piano;


fourth seizes the back of the chair and touches


the rounds as


pretends


though


to beat


the guitar; a seven


were


a harp; a fifth


a drum; a sixth to play on
th to turn the handle of an


organ.


The


greater


number


players


the better.
must try to


This, however, is only
imitate the sounds of


beginning of the game; every musician


Instrument


as nearly as possible.


Instance:


Bum, bum, bum, for the drum.


Twang, twang,


twang, for the harp.


Toot, toot, toot, for the horn, etc.


This


strange


mixture


sounds


gestures


produces


a very


effect when all enter into the game with spirit.


comical


In the


time


center


as ridiculously


the circle
as possible,


stands the
to make


e "leader,


whose


the others laugh.


duty it is


to beat


He or she must


hold a roll of music or a baton.


In the midst


tumult


leader


must


suddenly


give the signal to


stop, and ask:
"Why don't you play better?"


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The person addressed must instantly give a suitable answer.
The harp-player should say:
"Because the harp-strings are too loose."
The pianist should reply:
"Because one of the piano keys wont sound."
If there is any delay in the answer, or if an unsuitable one is given, a forfeit


must be paid.


Journey


Jerusalem.


The players take their seats in a row, and before them stands the speaker


who is to describe a journey to
Each one receives a name,


Jerusalem.
which must be a word that will occur frequently


in the story, such as ship, sailor, sea, island, neighborhood, nation, storm,


tree,


sun, air, etc.


Whenever this


word is uttered in the story the person who bears


it must rise and turn


slowly


round


round,


until another person


name is


mentioned.


If any one whose name is
handkerchief, or is obliged to


called forgets to turn she receives a blow with


pay a forfeit.


Whenever


the word "Jerusalem


occurs in the story the whole group must rise and turn


around.


The


point is to


mention


words


often enough to keep the players


spinning.


course,


sorts


adventures


must


invented,


more


thrilling the better.


The imagination has a wide field, and if the story-teller is


skilful enough to make the tale comical the listeners may become so interested
that they will forget to turn around.










OX


the


eeSe.


FOX


came once to


a meadow,


were enjoying themselves.


"Ah


where a herd of fin
L," he said, laughing,


e fat geese
"I am just


in time.


They are so close together that I can come and fetch


them one after another easily


The geese,


sprang up, and,


when they saw him, began to cackle with fear,


with much complaining and murmuring, begged for their lives,


The fox, however, would not listen, and said,


"There is no hope of mercy-


you must die."
At last one of
poor geese to lose


them took


heart. and said:


our young, fresh


lives


would


so suddenly


very hard


as this;


but if


for us


you will


grant us only one favor,


afterward


we will place ourselves in a


row


, so that you


may choose the fattest and best."


"And what is this favor?"


asked


the fox.


"Why, that we may have one hour to pray in before we die.


"Well, that is only fair,


replied the fox;


"it is a


harmless


request.


Pray


away, then, and I


will wait for you.


Immediately they placed


themselves


in a row, and


began


to pray


after


their own fashion,


which,


however,


was a most deafening and alarming cackle.


fact, they were praying for


their


lives, and so


efficaciously


that they were


heard at the farm, and, long before the hour had ended, the master and his ser-


vants appeared in the field to


discover what was the


matter,


and the fox, in a


terrible fright, quickly made his escape, not, however,


without being seen.


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"We must hunt that f


ox to-morrow,


said the


master


, as they


drov


geese
goose,


home


to safe


quarters.


And


so the


cunning


was


outwitted


rum


LITTLE man bought him a b
brass drum;
Boom-boom-boom!


"Who knows,"


said he,


"when a


war will come?"
Boom-boom-boom!
"I'm not at all frightened, you understand.
But,.if I am called on to fight for my land,
I want to be ready to play in the band."
Boom-boom-boom!

He got all his children little snare drums;
Boom-tidera--da--boom!


And they'd


practice


as soon


as they'd


ished their sums.
Boom-tidera--da-boom!


"We're just


like our


papa!" in


chorus said


they,
"And if we should ever get into the fray


Why, it's safer to


thump


than to fight any


day!"
Boom--tidera-da-boom !


And,


showing


her spirit,


the little


man's


wife-
Boom--tidera--da--boom!


With some of


her pin-money


purchased a


fife;
Boom-tidera--da-boom!


And, picking


out tunes that were


not very


hard,


They'd


play them


while


marching


around


the back yard,
Without for one's feelings the slightest re-
gard,
Boom-tidera-da-boom-a-diddle-dee--
Boom-tidera-da--boom!


orps.


The little old parson, who lived next door-
Boom-tidera-da-boom!
Would throw up his hands, as he walked the
floor;
Boom-tidera-da-boom!
"Wont you stop it, I beg you?" he often said,
"I'm trying to think of a text, but instead
The only thing I can get into my head


Is your


boom-tidera-da-boom-a-diddle-


dee--
Boom-tidera-da--boom!"

All of the people for blocks around--
Boom-tidera-da-boom!


Kept time


at their


tasks


martial


cound;
Boom-tidetra-da-boom!
While children to windows and stoops would
fly,
Expecting to see a procession pass by,


And they couldn't


make out why it never


drew nigh,
With its boom-tidera-da-boom-a-diddle-
dee-
Boom-tidera-da-boom!


would seem such vigor would
Boom-tidera-da-boom!


But they still keep at it, earl
Boom-tidera-da-boom!


soon abate;


and late;


So, if it should be that a war breaks out.
They'll all be ready, I have no doubt,
To help in putting the foe to rout,
With their boom-tidera-da-boom-
Boom-tidera-da--boom-
Boom-tidera-da-boom-a-diddle--dee-
Boom-BOOM-BOOM!


-MALCOLM DOUGLAS.


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said the sponge. "Dear! (
''What is the matter ?"


dear! dear! well-a-day !"


asked the bath-tub.


you been squeezed too hard, or has


nurse


"Have
rubbed


soap
you.


on you


again ?


know


soap never


,agrees with


"I am rather


exhausted


the squeezing,


I con-


fess, r
sighed.


replied
I am


ne sponge
gradually


"but


getting


t was not


used


to these


daily


W'P ) tortures.
"But I was thinking about the past; about mybeau--
tiful home, from which I was so cruelly torn, and about the happy,
happy life I led there."


"Tell


me about


said


bath-tub.


"You have told me before, but I


always find it interesting.


My home was in a tin-shop, as you are aware.


society was good, but it was rather a dull place, on the whole.


You lived,


The
you


"On the coast of Syria," said the sponge,


with a sigh--


"the coast of


beau-


tiful Syria.


There is a tiny bay, where the shore is bold and rocky.


e rocks


are bare above the water, but down below they are covered with lovely plants,


fringed with


mosses


beautiful


to behold.


The bottom of the sea is


covered with silver sand, and over it move the
fish, the scarlet star-fish, and a thousand other


crimson and gold colored jelly-
brilliant creatures, making the


neighborhood


always


attractive


delightful.


a certain


ledge of


rock,


close by the bottom, I lived, as happy an animal as could be found in the Med-
iterranean Sea."


"What do you mean?"


interrupted the nail-brush, which was new, and very


ignorant.
your hai:
product;


"You, an animal?
pig-bristles, like n


I don't


line,


believe
might


If your back were bone, and


at least


call yourself


an animal


but you have no back that I can see, nor hair either."


"You


and ign
0


are extremely rude,


orange


the sponge.


should always be pitied rather than


"But


blamed.


know no
I was an


better,
animal,


my young friend, though now, alas!


I am only the skeleton of one.


"I lived, as I said, a very happy life


on my


rocky ledge.


I never moved


from it.


I had no occasion to do so, even if


I had been provided with legs,


many animals are.


I never had


any fancy for a


roving


To draw in the


warm,


delicious water


through


thousand


small


holes


canals of










frame, and spout it out again through my large holes, was my chief occupation,
and one of which I was never weary. The water was full of tiny creatures of


all kinds, and


these


formed


the spring I was always bu;
dreds of lovely little, round


my food, and


sy with


eggs,


gave me


my maternal


yellow


du


always plenty to eat. In
.ties. I brought out hun-


and white,-the


prettiest


eggs


ever saw.


In a short time they put out


tiny feelers, a sort of fringe of waving


lashes, like those things


on the nurse's


soon


eyes;


as they appeared


I knew my babies were
ready to come out; and,
sure enough, they soon


broke through the


covering,


and,


egg-


waving


their lashes, swam out
into the sea.


they


stayed


near


lighting my heart with
their pretty tricks; but
very soon they felt the
need of homes of their


own,


and went


fix themselves on rocks


or coral-trees, and


come,
full
like


grown
myself.


their


1


be-
turn,


sponges,
I could


not complain, for I had
left my own mother in


the same way.


I never


saw any of. them again,
except one dear child,
who made his home on
the shell of a large crab.


IW1 Iuthti-
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aia
m -


He grew finely;


became


a noble .sponge;


crab never seemed to


mind him in the least, and carried


him about with


him wherever he went.


this way


he often


passed near my ledge, and


as the


crab was


a friendly and


sensible fellow we often had a pleasant chat together.









"One day, one dreadful, dreadful day, I was talking thus with my son


landlord,


when suddenly something huge and dark was seen above us,


ming slowly downward through the clear water.


it, supposing it to be a shark, or some other
saw that it was no fish, but a strange and h


At first I


large fish;
horrible moi


swim-


paid no attention


but as it drew nearer


nster


which


had never been seen under the sea.


It had four long arms, something like those


of a cuttle-fish, only much less graceful, and divided at the end into five claws,


or feelers.


(I have


since


learned that two of


these arms


are called legs,


that the feelers are fingers and toes.)
it had something bright and shining.
my horror the monster fixed his shining


my ledge. The c
and helpless. I s
me in their grasp.
but in vain. The


had gleaming


eyes, and in


one claw


Ah! it makes me cold to think of it.


g eyes o


n me, and swam directly toward


:rab scuttled off with my son on his back, and I


aw one of the long


I shrank


arms


down, and


; shining thing in the


extended;


clung with


the five


was left alone


feelers clutched


my might to the rock:


monster's other claw was slipped


It cut


my delicate fibres;


I felt them give


way one


by one;


and at last,


with one terrible cut and a violent wrench, I


was torn from my peaceful home;


torn from it, alas! forever!
"I was thrown into a bag full of other sponges, which the monster had slung
about his middle; and then he pursued his path of destruction. I will pass


briefly over the dark. days that followed-the drying in the sun, till all the


Was


ed out of


me:


fearful


squeezing,


with thousands of other wretches


like myself, into wooden cases;


voyage over


seas;


my bleached and miserable skeleton in the window


finally the
i druggist's


exposure of
shop. All


of these things are too painful to be dwelt upon,


resigned to my
me (though of


soap and


lot.


I find in you a sympathizing


and,


as you


friend.


very inferior quality) morning and night, and,
squeezing. I should make no complaint. B


.. 0


idly in my wire basket, my thoughts go back to my own dear


Syrian shores; an
cool retirement of


d I long for a draught of


my rocky


ledge, and for the


the warm, delicious


sight


know,


I have watP


am now
er given


were it not for the


ut often, as


I hang


home under the
; water, for the


my dear son, riding


gracefully about on the back of


his crab.


-LAURA E. RICHARDS.


me.


under


J_


I'


1


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Catching tke


W asme s.

Weasel.


HE whole party, except one, form


a circle.


The one who


is left out runs two or three times round the ring, and then


drops a handkerchief at the feet of a playmate,
dash swiftly forward to catch the "weasel"-n;


who must


amely,


flung


down


handkerchief.


While running


weasel


in the


found


wood.


e sings:
Now I'v


Catch


"Catch


nimble


it; now
little


weasel."


When the game
lively and amusing.


is well played it is
All the girls watch t


very
o see


where the weasel drops the handkerchief, and,


while


running,


little


weasel


tries


to give


the pursuer


as much


trouble


as possible


jumping


right


or left,


breaking


through the ring, and leaping


forward


backward.


When the "weasel"


caught the pursuer takes her place.


Drill.


This is another merry little game,
The children stand in a row on the


which makes a great deal of fun.


grass,


with the exception


of one,


who acts


captain.


game is most amusing


when only two know it-the


captain
line, who


called


one in the
: corporal.


When all are in place the captain


stands


front


puts


them


through a comical drill, giving
one order after another: "Cough,


Laugh
your


, Slap
hands,


your
etc.


cheeks,
The


Clap
whole


company must obey the command
at once.
After a number of orders the


captain cries:.


"Kneel down!"


Every girl


drops


upon her


knee, and


captain makes them all move close together, and then gives the orders: "Load!








Aim !"-upon


comes:


"Fire !"


vhich
The


every


one


corporal


stretches


then


gives


out her
her n


right arm till the command


neighbor


a sudden push,


down goes the whole line on the turf.


Weaving


Garlands.


This graceful little game


is like


a dance.


The girls stand in a row,


with


joined hands; one stands perfectly still while the others dance


around until the


whole line is wound into a knot, singing: "Let us lovely garlands win
they dance the other way, singing: "Now the wreath we will unbind,"
form a straight line.


Little


d."


Then


until the


Wasker-women.


This


game


somewhat resemb


opposite to one another in couples,


es weavlni
each girl


ggarlands. The players
with her right hand claspin


stand


companion's


three
"This


times


left.
toward


Then they swing their arms, slowly


the


right


we wash


and then three


clothes,


times


towar


wash the clothes,


and gracefully, first
d the left, singing:
wash the clothes."


Then they unclasp their


hands and rub


them together as washerwomen do in


rubbing their


cloth


es, singing:


"This is


the way we rub our clothes,


clothes.


The third movement is very pretty.


The couple


clasp hands just as they


do at first, then raise their arms in an arch on one side and slip through so that


our









they stand


back


to back, then


raise


their arms in the same way on the other


side, and again slip through so


that they stand face to face again.


be done very quickly, thrice in succession,


while the players sing:


This must


"This is


way we wring the clothes,


wring the clothes,


wring the clothes,


and then, stop-


ping suddenly,


clap


their hands,


singing:


"And


hang


them


on the


bushes.


When several couples have learned the game well it is a very pretty sight.


Flying


Feather.


In this game the


turf, trying meanwhile,


little girls join


hands


by blowing a bit of down, to


and dance around in a ring


keep it in the air.


on the
When


the players are skilful they can often dance for fift
the feather come to the earth.


een minutes


without letting


Blind


Man's


March.


An open


space


chosen


and a tree, stake or pole selected


for a


goal, on which all sorts of trifles, fruit, garlands, flowers, etc., are hung as prizes.
Then a circle is drawn around the goal, about six or eight feet distant. The


players


dance


hand in hand around the ring, then in


couples around the


tree, and finally


y form two straight lines.


row shall make the blind march first,


Lots are then drawn to decide which
all in that rank are blindfolded and


led by the others forty or fifty p


aces


away from the ring and formed in couples


in a semi-circle.


The


game


is prettier


when


a march


is sung, to which


blindfolded -couple


keep


time.


Only


a very few reach the goal; most


astray.


couples


disagree


about


direction


to be


taken


they


separate and each pursue a different path.


Whoever reaches the tree, or even


stands


inside


the circle


when


game is over, receives a prize.


The march


is considered at an
their bandages.


end when the singing ceases.


Then all the players take off


There is plenty of laughing, for the couples


where except near the tree.


The


game


begins


are generally standing every.
again by the other side com-


mencing the blind march.
The


Beggar.


A lif


e-size


pasteboard figure of a man holding a hat in his hand is needed.


This hat has a hole,


which


serves as


an opening to a calico bag.


The players,


standing


a ce


rtain


distance,


to throw


a coin or


some small fruit into


the beggar's hat.


The


one who succeeds most frequently receives some trifling


prize.
The


Naughty


Straw


Man.


A straw figure, completely dressed, is fastened to a tree in such a way that


it hangs


about


a foot


from


ground.


must


have


one arm fastened


can








akimbo to


other hanging free.


After the players have


their eyes bandaged


been furnished


with


object is to thrust the stick through the opening.


so can claim a prize.


Of course,


it often


a stick, the game begins.


Whoever succeeds in


(


happens that the player misses


The
doing
and


receives a light pat for the clumsiness f
any player misses the goal and passes


rom the straw man's hanging arm.
the naughty straw man, the bandage


removed and the player is considered out of the game.
Coronella.
This pretty game is played by one child, and requires


an ivory or a wooden


ball fastened by a string half-way down a


at one end and has a small leather


wooden


at the


stick which ends in


other.


a point


The ball has a hole


the side opposite to the string, and the object is to toss it into the air as far as


the string will let it go,
point of the stick.


and as it falls catch it alternately in the cup and on the


1e


HERE'S a darling little fellow,
Sits in church in front of me,


4I Though his name I cannot tell you,
e- Yet acquainted well are we;
For on every pleasant Sabbath
We both nod and smile and say


"Good-morning


I am glad to see you,


Hope you are quite well to-day.

We didn't have an introduction,


'Twas only eyes looked 1


ove to


eyes


Till my heart was running over
With its unsung lullabies;
And I longed to hold and fold him
As of yore I did my own,
Ere from out the nest my birdlings
Any one of them had flown.

Coming in one day belated
His velvet cheeks I saw aglow,
And I knew somewhat had happened,
For the black eyes sparkled so;


tOan.


But there was no chance to whisper,
And so still he had to keep
Soon the little dreamland fairies
Gently drew him fast asleep.

But as benediction ended
Down the aisle he quickly ran,


"Stop! Lady,


stop!


I want to tel


I'se dot on pants!


se a


1 you
man!"


Could I keep the tears from starting
At ambition's early morn?
So the kiss I gave in parting
Held a prayer for boyhood's dawn.

Oh, the precious buds of childhood!
None may see the fruit or flower;
For the influence, wrong or holy


Makes


or mars the manhood's hour.


In the Father's special keeping
May the mothers all be found,
Till the sowing and the reaping
To His glory shall redound!
-JOSEPHINE BRAMAN.


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ITTLhe ones

ITTLE ones,


Sogue's


C


iday.


said a hen to her brood one day in autumn,


"This


is the time for nuts and acorns, let us go to


feast ourselves before they are


the mountains and


all gone.


'That will
are quite ready.


be a


happy time,


said


chicks.


"Yes,


SSo they started off together very early in the morning, and
stayed all day feasting.
Now I cannot say whether they had eaten too much, or if they really were
tired; at all events, they could not walk home, so they made a little carriage of


nut shells.


sooner


was


it finished


than the


seated


herself in it, and


said to the chicks,


"Come,


you may as well harness yourself to the carriage and


draw me home; you are stronger than I am.
"Very likely," they replied,
"that we should be harnessed like


a horse and draw you;


it would be


better to
that. N
at all, w


walk


home


than


to do


o, if we have the carriage


shall ride,


but we're not


going to draw you, so don't expect
it.


While they were


a duck


came by.


.f y


contending,
*-


"You


thieves,


--


she quacked,


,"what are you doing


in my nut mountains ? be off quick-
ly, or you will get the worst of it,"
and she gave the hen a tremendous


peck with her beak.


But the hen was not going to stand that;


she flew at the


duck and beat her


so that she was obliged to beg for mercy, and at last allo


wed herself to be har-


nessed to the little carri


age as


a punishment for her interference.


They all got in and drove at a furious rate, crying out,


"Get on, duck!


on!"


After traveling some


and a needle.


distance


"Halt, halt," they


they
cried,


overtook


two foot


help us,


passengers-a pin


are so


tired that we


cannot go a


step farther; night


is coming on, the


roads are


so dusty, and


cannot sit


down.


stopped at 'the


door


a tailor's


shop and


asked for


shelter, but he said he had too


many like us already.









The hen, seeing they were slight thin people who would


not require much


room, allowed them


to enter


carriage,


only making


them promise


not to


' feet.


Late at night they reached a roadside inn, and by this time the duck


- 4.


getting so tired that her legs were unsteady, and
they stopped and asked for supper and a night's lo
many objections at first-his house was already full


comers did not look very well.
However, the hen flattered the old landlord, and


was


she waddled terribly. So
dging. The landlord made
, and he thought these new-


promised that whatever


eggs the she and the duck might lay while


they stayed should be his.


So the


landlord gave them shelter
Early in the morning,


and glad enough they were of a night's rest.


while every one else was asleep,


awoke, and seeing the egg which she had laid
it, and threw the shell into the kitchen fire. T


the chicks and hen


they made a good


breakfast on


'hen they went to the pin-cushion,


where the needle and pin still lay asleep, and, carrying them away, stuc
needle in the cushion of the landlord's arm-chair and the pin in his towel.


k the


After performing these tricks
and across the heath.


they


flew away


through


the open


window


The duck had roosted in the outer


court,


and was awakened by the rustle


wings;


rousing


herself


quickly,


plumed


her feathers,


espying


stream


near,


partly flew and


partly


waddled


down


to it,


swim


home


would be far better than drawing -that heavy


carriage.


A few hours after this, the


landlord


arose and


prepared to


wash himself;


but on taking up his towel to wipe his face, the point of a pin made a long red
scratch right across from one ear to the other.


It was rather painful;


but he


dressed himself


quickly, and


went into


kitchen to light his


pipe.


As he stooped to put in a match, out popped a piece


of burnt egg-shell into his


eye.


The pain made him


start back,


and sink down


into his chair,


which stood


near;


but he started


up again


more


quickly


than


had sat


down, for


needle in the cushion pricked him terribly.
Then was the landlord very angry, and began to suspect his guests who
had arrived so late the night before. He went out to look for them, and found


they were gone.
knaves into his


Then he took an oath


house-ragamuffins


who


that he would never again admit such
ate a great deal, paid nothing, and,


above all, instead of thanks, performed knavish tricks.


step on the chicks


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1e


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ir,
-ai:


TIE


LISTEN, my boy, I've a
for you,


And this is the word:


word


Be true! Be


true!


At work or at play, in darkness or
Slight,
Be true, be true, and stand for the


List, little girl,


I've a word for


'Tis the very same word:
Be true!


For truth is the sun, and falsehood
the night;
Be true, little maid, and stand for
the right.


riP -;
.~ Miiii:i


FOR


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Be true!


BoIs .










)he


are


and


the


Sedgehog.


was a beautiful morning, about


harvest


time,


buckwheat was


flower, the sun


shining


waving the golden corn-fields, wl
clear, blue sky, and the bees wer
villagers seemed all alive; many


heavens,


I 1 '1


morning


ile the iarK sang
e buzzing about th


blithely in
e flowers.


eeze
the
The


of them were dressed in their best


clothes, hastening to the fair.
It was a lovely day, and all nature


little hedgehog,


who


stood


at his


own


seeme
door.


d happy,


even


folded, and was singing as merrily as little hedgehogs can do


to a
arms
on a


pleasant morning.


While he thus


stood


amusing


himself,


little wife was


washing and dressing the children, and he thought he might as well go and


how the field of turnips was getting


on; for,


as he


family


upon


them, they appeared like his own property.
shut the house door after him and started off.


He had not gone farther than the little


when he met a hare,


sooner


hedge


than


bordering


who was on his way to inspect the cabbages,


done.


: turnip field
which he also


considered belonged to him.


When the hedgehog saw the hare he wished him


"Good morning!"
But the hare


very pleasantly.
, who was a grand gentleman in


his way,


not very


ood-


tempered,


took no notice of the hedgehog


greeting, but said in a most imper-


tinent


manner:


" How is it that you are running about the fields


so earl


morning ?"
I am taking a walk,
Taking a walk," crii


ed


said the hedgehog.
the hare, with a laugh;


" I don't think your legs are


much suited for walking."
This answer made the hedgehog very angry.


He could bear anything but


a reference to his bandy legs, so he said:


" You consider


your


are better


than mine,


"Well,


suppose ?"
I rather think they are,


" replied the hare.


I should like to prove it,"
that if we were to run a race I s


said


hedgehog.


wager


anything


shouldd beat."


"That is a capital joke,


your bandy legs.


However,


cried the hare,


"to think you could


if you wish it, I have no objection


beat
to try.


me with
What


will you


bet?"


"A golden louis d'or and a bottle of wine.


" Agreed,"


said the hare-


"and we may as well begin at once.


see


I









"No, no,


said


hedgehog,


'not


in such


a hurry as


that.


must


home first and get something to eat.


In half an hour I will be here again.


The hare agreed to wait, and away went the hedgehog, thinking to himself:


" The hare trusts in his long legs, but I


a very grand gentleman,
have to pay for his pride.
On arriving at home,


but he is


only a


will conquer


stupid


him.


fellow,


the hedgehog said to his wife:


thinks


after


himself
he will


" Wife, dress yourself


as quickly as possible;
"What for ?" she


you must go to the field with me.
asked.


"Well, I have made a bet with


hare


a louis


a bottle of


wine that I
"Why,
thinking of ?


will beat him in a race,


h


which we are going to run.


Husband," cried Mrs. Hedgehog,
Have you lost your senses?"


with a scream


"what


are you


"Hold your noise, ma'am,


hedgehog,


"and


don't


interfere with


my affairs.
go with me.


What do you know about a man's busin


Get ready at once to


What could Mrs. Hedgehog say after thi
low her husband, whether she liked it or not.


? She could only obey and fol-
As they walked along, he said to


"Now,


pay attention


to what I say.


You see that


large


field?


Weli,


we are going to race across


The


hare


race


in one


furrow,


another.


All you have to do is


to hide yourself in the


furrow at


opposite


end of the field from which we start, and when the hare comes up to


you,


up your head and say:


'Here I am.


As they talked, the hedgehog and his wife reached
where he wished her to stop, and then went back and
starting-place, ready to receive him.
Do you really mean it ?" he asked.


the I
found


place in tl
the hare


field


at the


" Yes, indeed," replied the hedgehog, "I am quite ready
" Then let us start at once," and each placed himself in 1


furrow as


hare


spoke.


The hare counted


"One, two,


three,


and started like a whirlwind


across the field.


The hedgehog, however, only ran a few steps, and then popped


down in the furrow and remained still.


When the hare, at full speed, reached the end of the


field


hedgehog


wife raised her head and cried:


"Here I am.


The hare stood still in wonder, for the wife was so like


husband


he thought it must be him.


" There is something wrong about this,


"he thought


"However,


we'll have another try.


So he turned and flew across


field


such a pace that his ears floated behind


him.









The hedgehog's wife, however, did not move, and,


when


tne nare reached


the other end, the husband was there, and cried:


" Here I am.


The hare was half beside himself with vexation, and he cried


"One


more


one more.


don't mind," said the hedgehog.


" I will go on as long as you like.


Upon this the hare set off running, and actually crossed the field


seventy-


three times ;


and at one end the husband said:


" Here am I,"


and at the


other


end the wife said the same.


But at the seventy-fourth run the hare's strength


came to an end, and he fell to the ground and owned himself beaten.


The hedgehog won the


louis d'or


and the bottle of wine


, and, after calling


his wife out of the furrow, they went home together in very good spirits, to enjoy


it together;


and, if they are not dead, they are living


still.


The lesson to


learnt


from


story


is, first,


that


however


grand a


person may think himself, he should never laugh at others whom


considers


inferior


until he


knows what


they can


and,


secondly,


that


when


a man


chooses a wife, he should take her from the class
and if he is a hedgehog she -should be. one also.


to which he


himself


belongs;


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)he


Shoemalver


IC-TIC!


Tac-tac!


hammer said.
"Coo-coo!


Pit-pit-pit I'


Toc-toc I"


This


was


what the


It was driving pegs into a shoe.
Weet-weet! Whir-r-r! Cut-cut-cut!


This was


shoemaker's

Cock-a-doo-


what the rest of them said.


What strange sounds in a shoemaker's shop!


"Whir-r-r !"


whiz'ilg on the end of it.
0

went Jim, the red


Around


This


was


I1


squirrel, in another


Sflew
Peter,


cage


a gray


gray


bunch


squirrel.


with


a tail


And "Whir!'


close


The shoemaker looked up and smiled.


"Tic-tac


Good morning,


said the


hammer and he together.


"Cut-cut!"
"Are those


"Oh,


cried the bantams in one corner of the room.
chickens eating shoe-pegs, Mr. Shoemaker ?"


Oats,


course!


might


think


they


were


shoe-pegs,


though!"
"Jocko, don't
shoemaker.


you want


come


out and


see the


lady?"


continued the


Slopp








"No, no!"


squeaked


a white-faced


monkey,


almost


as plainly as


a child.


And he shook his head as he took a fresh bite of his apple.


"1Oh,


Jumbo,


u don't!
the black


Well, then you come,


white


guinea-pig,


Jumbo.


only


said,


"Wee-wee,


and the


little pigs squeaked


"Wee-wee" in chorus.


"They came all the way from China,


" said the shoemaker.


Then all the d


oves


in half-a-dozen cages began to


plume themselves, and


say "Coo-coo!''


very softly.


"Yes;


you are handsome creatures, and you know it."


There were several


kinds of d


oves.


One, great beauty,


white


brown, flew and


perched upon


the shoemaker's shoulder.


"You must be happy, working here amid so many pets,"
"Oh, yes! I teach them all sorts of tricks. Now see this


The shoemaker laid


rats


took out a


baby


down


one.


"I am


hammer,
training


reaching to


to walk


said the lady.


youngster !"
a cage of white


rope,


said the


shoemaker.


He took the pretty little


thing,


peeped


softly all


the while, and put


him to the gas-pipe,


which hung down near the


bench.


The young rat began to


shoemaker helped himn


climb.


with his finger.


"Gently now!
The rat cli


Don't


mb


off!"


ed up till he


And the
came to a


rope.


Then he crawled across the rope to the cage


"He does his lesson very nicely,


"Yes;


they are all well-behaved,"


said the lady.
replied the shoemaker.


"If Jocko wasn't


so busy with his apple he would come out, too.


"I am very happy indeed


with my pets, as you said, madam.


It is pleas-


ant to work among so many creatures that love you.


"Tic-tic


Tac-tac!


Toc-toc!"


went


hammer


again.


The


birds,


guinea-pigs, the squirrels, and the monkey began their joyful chorus.
The lady opened the door to go away.


"Good morning!"


said the shoemaker,


with a bright


smile.


"'Coo-oo!


Pit-pat!


Wee-wee!


Ti -tic "


"-k-IAM.


am.










e topu.


A


an ill-shapen


called


devil


monster


is shown


and it is


in this


picture!


certainly well named.


It is
It is


called by this title not only on account of its ugly shape, but


because of its


The


fierce attacks


real name. of


eight-footed, though it


the squid.
describe its shape.


/ striking
larger than those of
eight inches in diar


great


feature
any
neter.


eyes eight


e


upon other inmates of


Octopus,


is also known as


With its picture before us


Indeed,


is the


other
Thin
inches


great


animal.


would


starnn
They


which


the cuttle


it is not


be hard to
eyes-which


have


been


the sea.
i means
fish and


necessary to


The


are said


known


most
to be


to measure


across staring you in the face!


eight
little fl
edges;
coming


irms
eshy


are
cups


furnished


with


with


shell-like


these fasten to any object


within


their


reach


cling so tightly that no victim can


escape the


monster s


clasp


until


its arms are cut off.


Some kinds


of these fish
tentacles, a


have


bout


three


feelers
times


length of the body of the fish.


width


nearly


great.


mouth is situated in the center of
the body and food is carried to it


by the arms, and


it has


not only


one but se


veral rows of teeth.


has a very funny way
instead of using its ai


quantities of
water out of


movyn


rms to help itself, as we


water through its gills and
a tube near the head.


then


[his


would think,
by a sudden


drives


it breathes in large
motion squirts the


backward


like an


arrow.


The Octopus is


usually


found


in deep


water, often-times


among the


rocks on the bottom;


although frequently found floating on the surface it seems


to prefer to live
neath, though it


beneath


possesses the


water.


strange


The color is black


power


changing


above and


its color


white be-


so as


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appear like surrounding objects.


When watching for prey it lies with arms rest-


ing and tenacles flying, looking much like sea-weed, but let a careless fish draw
near and it will be instantly dragged down by its terrible arms, which fold them-
selves about it and draw it to the central mouth, and all is over.


T
sters.
derful


he
L


Octopus has not


been studied as


giving as it does in deep


carefully as


water it is not


so easy


many othe
to study.


r sea mon-
Many won-


stories are told by sailors of their lying upon the ocean looking like small


islands and of even taking hold of small ships and of


drawing the


vessel with


all its crew to the depths below.
ashore even on our own coast.


ashore at the


entrance of


Some of the smaller species have been driven
In the early part of this century one was driven


Delaware Bay and was so


heavy as to


require four


pair of oxen to bring it to the shore.


It was said to weigh about five tons, that


is, as much as tei
teen feet wide.


1n


sized


horses.


It was


seventeen


Its mouth was nearly three feet across.


feet long and eight-
Do you wonder at its


strength ?
During gales of wind, or in places


often drive


quantities of


them


oil are


shallow


then taken


water
from


where there i


where
their


s a s


they are


livers


mall current, fishermen
usually captured, large


so we see


that


even


ugly devil fish, hideous as he is, may be


made to


serve the purpose of man.


(|>nlk


ei'e


[^inute.


IVE minutes
spread,
The children


late and the table is


are seated and


grace


' has been said;
Even the baby, all sparkling and rosy,
Sits in her chair by mamma, so cozy!
Five minutes late and your hair all askew,
Just as the comb was drawn hastily through.
There is your chair and your tumbler and plate,
Cold cheer for those who are five minutes late.


Five minutes late and


school has begun,


What are rules for, if you break every one?
Just as the scholars are seated and quiet
You hurry in with disturbance and riot.


minutes


late on this bright


Sabbath


morn;


All the good


people


to church have now


gone.
Ah, when you stand at the Beautiful Gate,
What would you do if five minutes late?


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reey
I


'An, c


HEY


were


black eyes,
on them.


just
and


exactly'
feet


They dress


hoods edged with red


they


loved to


sing,


y


same


that looked
sed alike, t
. Their vo


with the


same


beady,


as if they might have corns


in lovely


ices we


never seemed


en coats


re not at all sweet, but
to mind if people did


laugh.
They lived in a cigar store,


where they were often spoken


to and given pieces of candy or sugar.


They


liked


to be


talked


to and


admired, but if


anybody tried to


touch


them they would


scratch or bite.


This


seems


very


naughty,


Polly and


Patty were not little girls, but


parrots.


Peters, the man who


kept


store, bought them of a sailor.


They


could only speak Spanish then,


but they soon learned English.


they were


very


tame


he did


e deer-horns


would say,


not keep


near the


them


in a


front


"How do you


Glad


cage,
store.


but let them perch on a pair of


They


see you !"


never tried to get away,
when any one came in,


"Good-by! come again,
One day Mrs. Peters,


" when they went.


was


a very


prim old lady, thought she


would


take Patty home with her, as she was often very lonesome.


But Patty missed


Polly


so much


that she


would not


at all.


She moped on her perch


day,


with her feathers ruffled up.









friend


Mrs.


Peters called


see her.


She was French,


could not speak very good English.
she had had so many years, and that


and Patty


must


have


thought it very


She tried to tell about the old fat poodle


had just died.
funny, for sl


She cried as she talked,
opened her beady eyes


and straightened up to listen.


a few


moments


began


to imitate


French lady-sniffing


"Mon poor


Flore!


and sobbing,
sweet dog !"


saying, in the


same broken English:


Prim Mrs. Peters was very much shocked at Patty.


fear her friend would be offended,


She was alarmed for


so she took a piece of green baize and threw


it over the naughty bird,


thinking


that


in the


dark she would be quiet.


And


so she was; for some time she did


not make a sound; but all the time she was


Decking and pulling at
her bill and one eye.


the baize


until


Then she cried out,


; had made
"Hooray !" i


a hole large enough for
n loud tones, and at once


began to sniffle and sob and talk about "poor Flore


more than ever.


Mrs.


Peters


hurried


into


another room.


sent


back to


cigar store the next morning
a hen.


where Polly welcomed her


back by cackling


French


lady


never


liked


Mrs.


Peters since, nor does Mrs.


Peters like


parrots.


-CLARA


G. DOLLIVER.


hho rn


I0


els.


PLACED my boy in the barber's chair,
To be shorn of his ringlets gay;
And soon the wealth of his golden hair
On the floor in a circle lay.


'Twas


a trifling thing of daily life,


And to many unworthy of thought--
Too small a theme 'mid the toil and strife
Of this world's changing lot.
But theringing out of the cruel shears
To my heart-strings caused a pang,
For they changed the child of my hope and
fears


With the scornful tune they


sang.


My thoughts were bent on the little cap,
And the curls that round it twined
Like golden clasps with which to trap
The sunbeam and the wind.


No more I shall see those flying curls,


And my homeward step


s I wend;


Another stage of his life unfurled,
Where youth and childhood blend.


when


chair


stepped


length,
He stood, with his artless smile,
Like Samson shorn of his locks of strength
By Delilah's treacherous wile.
Thus one by one will vanish away
The charms of his childish life,
And each bring nearer his manhood's day,
With its scenes of toil and strife.
God grant that my lease of life may last
Through his changing years of youth;
'Till the danger rapids of life are passed
And a Samson stands in truth.


3Al?@*












(hac ed


aVa age.


AWREN CE


-NORTON


was


a young


man


twenty-two.


had finished his e.c
thing of the world,"
large ranchman in
urging that he visit


lucation, and
as he exDre


I.


SI


was desirous
sed it. His


seeing


uncle,


Montana, had frequently written


the west


make his home


who


"some-
Swas a


Lawrence


there.


Law-


rence was anxious to go, and in a few short weeks found himself
safe in his uncle's home.
The house in which his uncle lived was not such as Lawrence


had been used to.


was


life on


Neither
plains as


luxurious as in the eastern


cities,
joyed
change


yet Law
it all.
to him,


rrence


en-


was


wild and free life which he


led there was so


pleasant


that he thought he should
like always to remain.


were


On his
many


uncle's


ranch


hundreds


horses and of cattle.


a few
rival


day
his


5S


Only


after


uncle presented


him with a fine horse


saddle


make the most of it.
after day Lawrence
out to help herd the


On one


thought
the hills


Day
went
cat-


occasion, he


he would
. some


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distance


A RiAOE FOR LIES.


away and explore them. His
The air, was bracing and Law:


horse was fresh, and he galloped rapidly forward.
rence felt every nerve thrill with life and vionr


-~ ~ 0*-


Reaching the hills he dismounted, and, staking out his horse, he started out on
foot in search of whatever adventure might befall him.


I


I


I


by


J









Like every


other herdsman,


carried his trusty


with him.


As he


reached the


summit of


a little hill


he saw a band of


Indians encamped in the


vale below


him.


Lawrence


thought it


would be


great fun to


send a rifle ball


over their heads and terrify them.


He did not think of the danger there would


be in such a course for himself, so, raising his rifle to


his shoulder, he


fired in


the direction


encampment.


No sooner


was


di


the Indians sprang to their feet in great commotion. They r
thither, gathered their arms together, and hastily mounted their


discharged
'an hither
ponies.


than
and
Then


Lawrence realized what he had done.


His own horse was some distance away,


and the Indians tvere coming


direction


from


which


the gun had been


fired.


Lawrence


ran rapidly to the


spot


where


horse, and


reached him none too soon.


As he was mounting, the Indians appeared on the


summit of


hill, and seeing


him, at once


gave


chase.


Then began a race


for life.


Lawrence knew that if he fell into the hands of the Indians there was


little hope for him.
to defend himself.


He had had no time to reload his


He urged his


across the plains, hoping


gallant steed
might escape


to the
them.


gun, and so was unable


utmost, and
But the pc


started off


)nies of


Indians were fresh, and although Lawrence had some rods the start, yet he felt


that there was but little hope of escape.


Knowing


that his gun was of no use


to him, and


that


it added so


much


weight


to his


horse, he


threw


it away.


Then he threw away his coat and hat, and


sped onward.


For miles and miles they raced.
him, but his horse seemed to know


another mile would


bring


within


At one time the Indians were


that life depended


reach


on his


assistance.


close upon


efforts, and that
o springing for-


ward with renewed vigor, he


pursuers.
difficulty th


Lawrence had


soon placed a safe


distance between him and his


Lawrence reached his companions badly frightened, and it was with
at he could tell them of his escape. Althou
gh they rejoiced that


gotten off


Indians for chasing a
them.


man


unharmed,


who,


without


none
any


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them


cause


blaming


whatever, had


fired upon











Swallow


WO dear little girls went out to
play,


mamma


skipped away,


the barn, now


that came


hid in


with all her


'"Don't go
mind!


the chickens


old Swallow-tail


clucking


might,
Clucking and strutting and ready to fight:
Why even the men
Are afraid of the hen!


barn, I say."

the good little girls; "Not


we!"
So out they scampered the world to see;
Such a great big place for play!
The bird and the bee flew far and free,
And the children followed, so full of glee
They never noticed the way;
They leaped the logs near the buzzing mill,
Went over the fence and under the hill,
Waded the pond
To the barn beyond,
And the grand old "acorn-tree.'

Oh, and the sun was warm that day!
The dear little girls were tired of play,
So down they sat in the shade.


the barn,


cluckl"


" said May.


"It's silly to be so afraid! "
So up she ran and took out the pin
From the staple that fastens the chickens in;


-aQilel


len.


Right in went the bold little girlies then,
In spite of the fowl that fought the men-
That grave old, brave old bird.


They


counted the little


ones,.


"eight, ninth,


ten."
They kissed them over and over again,
But the hen said never a word.
Puzzled and bothered and filled with doubt
She walked and stalked and circled about
All 'round the floor,
Till she reached the door,
Then off went the swallow-tailed hen.


"Good-bye


d riddance!"


with a frown;


And


she tucked


the birdies


all up in her


gown-
Wee roosters and comical pullets!
Such dear little, queer little balls of down,
Puffy and fluffy and yellow and brown,
With eyes as round as bullets!
Set a thousand like them up in a row
Not one could cackle, or cluck or crow'
But out they'd pop
And away they'd hop.
Just cunning from claw to crown!


"But Swallow-tail's


ne, she


gone!" sighed


Fay;
'I She'll never come back, she's gone to stay,
The poor little chicks will die!"
"'Oh, ho! what a goose to be frightened away
By two little, kind little girls!" laughed May,
"That never would hurt a fly.
We'll just run out and shoo her back in,
And shut up the door, and put in the pin
So nobody'll know,
Then off we'll go
To the saw-mill yard and play."

Now where had Swallow-tail gone,oh, where
They hunted here, and they hunted there,
But the fowl- had hidden well;


For we've shut up


to-day,


From the nest


hay
That nobody ever could find;


mother


Don't


"No!


to the

cried


"Just hear hear old Swallow-tail


'"Come on! Let's go in


"Oh, oh!"


cried she;


"Do come and see!
Come into the barn, I say!"


(She










"We can't


go 'way, it wouldn't be fair,"


Said May, half crying;


"I do declare


I never should dare to tell!"


"I wish, I wish,


wept sorrowful Fay,


"We'd minded mamma, and kept away!
No use to talk!
Some terrible hawk


carried her up in the air!"


But that was a great mistake of hers,
For, still as a mouse when Tabby stirs,
From the roof she peered below;
And a mother, as all the world avers,
Whether in satin, or feathers, or furs
Is a match for every foe.
But the very minute they came in sight
She pounced on May, like a flash of light;
Like the teeth of saws
Were the sharp, sharp claws,
And they clung to the child like burs.

Oh, the hen had whetted her horny beak!


And she pecked and pecked the
cheek


pretty red


Till down the red blood rolled,


All the


birds


of the air


heard little May


shriek!
Looked down and saw how a maiden meek.
Could fight like a soldier bold!


For Fay,


with her little fat hands doubled


tight,
Went hitting old Swallow-tai


, left and right,


Yet the hen stuck fast,
Till over at last
Fell May, all blinded and weak!


Away to her chickens,


"''eight, nine, ten,"


Went the terrible bird that scared the men,
And whipped disobedient girls;
And the children, safely at home again,


Owned all their naughtiness


there and theta,


While mamma smoothed the curls
And bathed the wounds all swollen and red;
But, though not an angry word she said,


To see


her so sad,


Hurt 'most as bad
As the beak of the swallow-tailed hen!
-AMANDA T. JONES.


ehripisma


ND ah! hark there!
On the midnight air
Comes the faintest tingle of
bells.


They are coming near,
They are coming here,
And their sweet sound swelling of


joy fore-


tells.

It is Santa Claus,
And he cannot pause;
But down the chimney he quickly slides;
Each stocking fills,
Till it almost spills,
Then gaily chuckles, and off he glides.


How happy he,
The saint to be


Of all the


rls and all the boys!


He hears his praise
Thro' the holidays,


As they


eat their sweets, and


break thein


toys.

So still he smiles,
And the time beguiles
Concocting schemes our hearts td cheer;
He loves us all,
And great and small
Regret +hat he comes but once a year.


-WILLIAM BARCLAY DUNHAM.


t~z~
-~F~y
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o obbie'


eigh-


ide.


OBBIE


DAWSON did so hate to write


he must have one about "goats"


next Thursday.


It was


any more about goats
subject was given him.


compositions,


ready to be


Tuesday already, an


than


the week


handed
d he di
before,


He told his Uncle Robert


t.


now


in by the
don't know


when
hat all


knew about them was that they were a very fine thing for a boy


to have,


and he wished he


had one to drive.


Finally a happy thought stru


ck him


" I'll


Uncle


Robert


write it for


to himself.


" He's


going


back


to New


York


next


week, and it's a pity if he can't do a favor for a fellow before he


goes.


Uncle Robert was
found to his sorrow.


easily found


" Look here, Robbie, my boy,


not so easily


said


"your


persuaded,


schooling


as Robbie


wont


least benefit to you, .as you will learn to y


our c


ost when it is too late


to rectify,


if you are going to get some one else to do all the tasks set


before


you.


are the one that needs the discipline, not I, but if I were to do it


I would


reap


all the benefits, and you would reap all


the harm.


Besides,


it would be


cheating


your


teacher.


"''But I'll tell you what I will do.


home, nature, use, etc.;


copy it neatly twice,


Find out all you can about


once


me and


goats,


once for


their
your


teacher.


Hand your teacher hers, and if she accepts hers I will mine, and will


send you a live specimen of the animal as soon as I


home,


providing


you promise hereafter to do all the tas


assigned


you without


seeking


or re-


ceiving unlawful assistance."
It's a bargain," said Robbic, and off
papers, and book helps.


he rushed to the library for


pencils,


Wednesday


night


neatly written


sheets of


foolscap


lay in


desk, one addressed to his teacher, and the other to


Uncle


Robert.


They


were


both


delivered


with


great


solemnity


Thursday


morning.


Friday,


close of school,


the teacher returned hers


so that he might practice for reading


at the


close


term


the next


week.


It was marked oo100 per


cent.


He took it home in high


glee,


proudly showed


to his


uncle,


who


seemed as much pleased as he.


Uncle Robert left the following morning for New


York, and before another


week rolled


round Robbie was in possession of not one goat, but


labeled


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A JOLLY SLEIGH RIDE.

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Such fun as Robbie had


that winter!


father


made


him a neat little


sleigh,


which would hold three or four, and after school


Robbie


would make up


a sleigh-load of school-girls, and with the boys in tow on their sleds behind, they


would have fine


rides


down


neighboring


hills.


Punch


Judy


seemed to enjoy it as much as the boys and girls, and Punch especially seemed


to think he couldn't get


down


hills


enough,


prancing along, plowing the snow with his horns, and kicking
out behind him, to the great danger of the dash-board.


and
his


so would


straight


Robbie ever thereafter wrote his own


compositions,


soon


excelled in


that branch.


I do not think he


even


thought


asking


help;


if he


thought of Punch and Judy, too,


he


and immediately repented.


@0


'M 'vited to the wedding,
And have to make a dress;
I want a lot of 'lusion,


A hundred yards


I guess--


I think I'll make it "princess,"
I couldn't wear it plain;
It's very fashionable
To have a plaited train.
It's Rosa Burdock's wedding,
To-morrow, just at three,
In Mamie Turnbull's garden
Under the apple-tree;
The bridegroom's Colonel Bracebridge,
He wears a sword and plume,
To show that he's a soldier-


ft's stylish, I


presume.


We made some sugar-water,
And Mamie's got a cake;
I never saw such good ones
As her mamma can make.


endingng.


She puts on plenty frosung
And lots of sugar plums-
I guess we'll have the 'freshments
Before the minister comes.

We've got to pick some dandelines
To make a chain and ring-
Louise will play the jew's-harp,
And Mamie and I will sing;
We'll have to say the 'sponses,
They couldn't if they tried-
But Rosa is so el'gant
She'll make a lovely bride.
We'll have to stand the Colonel
Against a piece of board,
Or maybe he can stand up
By leaning on his sword.
Come now, this is to-morrow--
Let's get our hats and shawls,
Bring June and Zephyrine,
And all the other dolls.


-KATE ALLYN


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--
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~
-


She


a50 son


der


HAT


a wonderful


little


creature this is!


It does all its


work


the night. It bui
bank. It is exac
dollar; you would


Ids a comfortable


:tly


round, and no
r it was done


so it was; but it is on its own body.


home right in the side of


bigger than a quarter
with some instrument
It is a sort of rake, i


, and
made


of hard points, on its head.


This little tunnel is then lined with


know


why ?


Because


dampness


cannot get


through silk,


and your mother's drawing-room is not more beautifully furnished


with drapery than the mason spider's sitting-room is.


But the door is the most


curious part of it.


It shuts of


itself.


It is about as large as a six-pence, bound


very thick, and made of thin layers of fine earth, moistened and worked together


with fine silk; attached to this little door is a silken hinge,


very springy, and so








very tight that if the door is


opened it springs


the socket is bound with silk, and the outside


on, so that no one can find it.


back with a sharp snap.
covered with bits of moss,


Even
glued


If any one should attempt to open this door the


spider


would


hold


it tightly


at the


bottom,


at the same time clinging to


walls of the house with main force.


mason spider remains


ventures out to spin


this home.


When night comes he


a few threads on the grass to catch its prey.


Carrying its


food into the tunnel it has a good feast.


-MRS. G. HALL.


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VW^W^{i ~~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ -c~li/Y L. %,'- ^'A f^^ rav^^ -,=^==^ E^^^ g


AND


MRS.


SAND-HOPPER


request the pleasure of Mr. and


Mrs. Sand-screw's company, on


Thursday evening,


Septem-


ber 24th.


Dancing.


That is the way the


invitations were worded.


were not invited to the party, it is true, but still,


Now


as we


r, we
hap-


pen to be strolling in


the neighborhood,


there


certainly can


Ir


no harm


in our looking in for a moment, to see how the


dancers are enjoying themselves;
is a warm evening, the ball is held


and it will
out of dc


be very easy, for, as


)ors, on


sand-beach


here.


Dear!


Dear!


What a gay scene!


What is it they are dancing?


"'First couple forward and back, jump over each other and turn somersault








back to places!


All hands jump!


Second


couple


right


three


back


somersaults, and hop to places!
claw, down the middle! All h


Ladies


chain!


All hands hop


Right claw, left


ands somersault back to places !"


Well


never saw a dance like that before, did you?


dancing: no lazy people here.
There must be a million!


There must be a thousand people.


And everybody is


A thousand!


"Hop
Don't


Hop


you wish


Skip


Skip


we could


Right claw,


left claw,


sand-hoppers,


down the middle i"
: for a few minutes?


That is Mr. Sand-hopper himself in the picture, the


backward so nimbly.
lovely creature with


He is


long,


dancing with


graceful,


one


cousin,


claw-like


a


used to dancing on sand, for she lives in the mud at


wh<


Miss


Lntennae.
home;


o is just jumping
Corophium,--that


She i
but still


s not quite


is en-


joying herself very much. The lady
who is dancing back to back with Mr.


in the left-hand corner is Mrs. Sand-Screw,


Kroyler's


Sand-screw,


third cousin.


It is quite a family party,


you see, for host and


guests


are all


related


to each


other.


Curious people, aren't they?
long. Their hard, shining shells
claws all neatly arranged. The'
walking and some in swimming;


poda,


The biggest cannot
are polished as bright


more


than


as possible,


y have twelve legs, some of which


indeed, o


which means "both kinds of feet."


an inch


their


they use


ne of their family names is Amphi-
Some of the ladies are carrying their


eggs with them, packed away under the fore-part of their bodies, just where the
legs are joined on. Shouldn't you think they would be afraid of dropping them?


Ah!
the sand.


Now they are going to supper!


Great heaps of


delicious rotten


There is the
sea-weed, anc


feast,


spread


plenty


worms-


a supper fit for a king, if the king happens


to be


a sand-hopper.


They


seem


very hungry, and no wonder, after dancing so hard!


They


eat anything


everything,-these


creatures;









were


drop


your


handkerchief


now


it would


bitten


rags


minutes.


The lovely Miss Corophium is beating the


see if there are any worms under it.


sand with


Greedy creature!


Lher
Can't


long


feelers,


you be content


with what is given you?


But look!


What is the matter now?


dreadful


An enemy is


"The Green Crab


How
com-
The


Green Crab!


row under


Run,


hop, bur-


ground, for


your


lives !"


ter-skelter,


cgate-
02aJ' <
'C^


they all go, hel-
Hopper, Screw,


and Corophium.
The family, and as many


guests


as they


can


shelter,


disappear


under


Zt!T7aAs


ground into
the rest ma


their tiny holes;


Ike off


wherever


they can.


Have all escaped?


Alas!


The unfortunate


Kroyler's Sand-screw has


a lame


go as fast as the rest. He is seized by the terrible Green Crab,
his whole race, and gobbled up before our very eyes.


cannot


enemy of


The ball is over;


come away!


Somehow I don't care so much about being


a sand-hopper now, do you?
-LAURA E. R1.ICHARDS.


















- j^ --r4'I-^F-^^ ^ ^^ ^^^ ^ ^^^ ^ ^^ ^ -I lb;


She


SmQas


8r Ptv.


was the week before Christmas, and the dolls in the toy-shop played


together all night. The
One night she said,
Claus carries us away to


biggest one was from Paris.
"We ought to have a party


little


I can


before Santa


dance, and


show you how."
"I can dance myself if


the string,"
"What
piped a little


said a "Jii
shall we
e boy-doll


m Crow


)u will pull
" doll.


have for supper?


\"


He was


always thinking about


"Oh, dear,


eating.


cried the French lady,


"I don't
supper!"


know


what we


shall


"I can
big rag doll.
liked her ve


supper,


added


The other dolls had never


,ry well, but


thanked


her now.


She had


taken lessons


cooking-school, and knew how to make


cake and candy.


She gave


French


names


to everything


she made, and this


made it


taste better.


Mother Hubbard was


there, and she


said the


doll did not know how to cook anything.
They danced in one of the great shop-windows.


and a singing-doll played


"Comin


'through


rye."


They opened a toy piano,
The dolls did not find


that a good tune to dance by;


but the


lady did


not know any other, although


she was the most costly doll in


the shop.


Then they


wound up


a music-box,


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danced by that.


around when it played "Hail,
The "Jim Crow" doll hac


This did very well for some tunes;


Columbia,


but they had to walk


and wait for something else.


t to dance by himself, for he could do nothing but


a break-down.


He would not dance at all


unless some


one pulled his string.


A toy monkey did this; but he
They had supper on one of


would not stop when


counters.


the dancer was tired.


The rag


doll placed. some boxes for tables. The supper was of
candy, for there was nothing in the shop to eat but sugar
hearts and eggs. The dolls like candy better
than anything else', and the supper was splen-
did. Patsy McQuirk said
he could not eat candy.
He wanted to know what .


kind of
without


a supp
any


it was


potatoes.


He- got very angry,
and smoked his pipe.


his hands into
was very uncivil


his pockets,
il for him to


so in cornm-


pany.


The


smoke


they


the little ladies
to climb into a


"horn


made
tried


plenty


out of


Mother
two black wait-
love little pus-
in a brigand hat


wide


that


afraid they


clown


and
could


bed.
to cry.


rals


Jack in
to look


All the


They


way.
Hubbard
ers tried


to sing "I


sy;" but the tall one
opened his mouth so


small


dollies


were


might fall into it. The
both arms in wonder,


sprang up as high
the fellow's throat.


down into


baby
woke


dolls


in caps


when


long


the others


The big doll brought them some candy,


dresses
were at
and tha


as he


had been put to
supper, and began
t kept them quiet


for some time.


The


next


morning a


little girl


found


Story piano open.
aS


sure the dolls had been playing on it. The grown-up people
been left open the night before, but they do not understand


e thought


dolls


;he was
it had


as well


little people do.


-VIOLA ROSEBOROUGH.


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Ohe


(fOPL


of


the


rop


HERE was once a poor farmer who


had planted and


cultivated


it with


owned a small field of


reat care, for


depend upon for the support of his large family


corn had come


One day,


up, but


he was out in


round w


field


as parched


corn.


it was all he could
The little blades of


I I f


and dry for the want ot ram.


cooking anxiously for a shower, two little


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rain drops up in the


saw him


and one said to the other


, "Look at that poor


farmer, he


looks so


and discouraged, I do


wish that


I could


help him.


"What would you do,


the other;


"you


are only one


rain drop,


could not


even


one


hill of


corn?"


"True,


other,


'but,


then, I


could


cheer


him a


little.


I believe I'll try.


here I go,


" and down


went the little


rain drop, and


fell on the


farmer's nose.


"Dear me!" said the


farmer,


"I do believe we are going to have a shower-I'm so glad !"


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No sooner had the
go, I believe I'll go too.


first
So


a hill of corn by the farmer's i


rain drop left,


than


the other


said,


"Well, if you


down came the second little rain drop and fell on
feet.


By this


time another


rain drop said to his


gether: "What is this I hear about
good errand, I believe I'll go too."


they all went-faster, and


faster


going to chee:


companions, as they came to-
r some poor farmer-that is a


"And 1, and I, and I,"


they came, till


the whole


said the others. So
field was watered,


and the


corn grew and ripened, all because one little rain drop did what it could,


which encouraged many others to do the same.


Dear friends, that is


just what


our mission bands in the churches are try-


ing to


,eryp


iirI.


N school she


ranks


above her mates,


And wins the highest prizes;


She bounds correctly all


the states,


" And tells what each one's size
In class she will not prompt a friend,
For she doesn't believe in telling;


She heeds the rules


from end to end,


And never fails in spelling.


"She's just as odd


as odd can be!"


Say all the school of Esther Lee..
he keeps her room as neat as wax,


And laughs at Peter's


mockings;


She mends Priscilla's gloves and sacques,
And darns the family stockings;


She dusts the sitting-room for


Kate


She cares for baby brother;
She fashions balls and kites for
And runs for tired mother,


"She's just as odd
Say all at home of


Nate,


as odd can be!"


Esther


For little, crippled Mary Betts
She saves her brightest pennies;
She never, never, sulks or fret5
If she doesn't beat at tennis;
With happy words she is sure to greet
Children in lowly by-ways;
She guides unsteady, aged feet
Across the bustling highways.
'"She's just as odd as odd can be!"
Say all the town of Esther Lee.










ow


the


Qh


SPfen


elpe6


for


the


armn.


ILDA
dren


Bertha


who,


with


Otto


their


Karsten


parents,


were


three


come


little German chil-


from that far-off land


beyond


sea to find a home on our


western


prairies.


They


had once had a dear little home in the old country, but they had


lost it, and I


will tell you how.


Their


father


been a miller,


and had owned


the mill


gether with the house and the few acres surrounding it.


This land


joined on every side the estate of a rich baron, and, in fact, had once been a part


but it had


been sold


years before by the


baron's ancestors to meet some


reckless expenditure.
Now the baron had coveted these few acres for a long time, and had'several


times


offered


to buy


them


sum


offered


was


not half


value;


besides, Mr. Karsten loved his mill and his little home and did not care to part


with them.


the more


the baron


thought


of it the more he wanted it,


in his eyes it became worth more than all his vast possessions.


He thought he


oould never be happy unless he had it, and at last he determined to steal it.


think


it would


hard


work


to steal land.


it would


be in this


country,


where the poor have privileges as well as the rich; but in that country


might makes right, and it was an easy matter. Let me tell you how he did it.
The little stream that turned the big wheel in the mill flowed from the baron's
land and entered it again after running through the miller's; so this wicked man


dug a ditch around the poor miller's farm, connecting


stream, and thus drew the


water


all off.


Then the bi!


it at both ends with the
g wheel stopped turning


and no


grists


could


ground.


The


miller did


not know what to do,


could get no work to make a living.


Finally the little money he had saved was


gone, and he was compelled


to sell


home to the baron


(no one else would


care to buy it now) for whatever he pleased to give him,


which


was


not much.


Karsten had heard of this good land of ours, and had heard that


here


by patient'industry the poor might win homes; so one spring found the Karsten
family on the rolling prairies. A farm was bought and partially paid for, and
a comfortable house was built.


In a
corn and


year o0
waving


r two


wheat,


e grassy
and that


plain was transformed into fields of rustling
in turn into shining dollars, and slowly and


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surely the farm became


their own.


"When


the children's idea of perfect happiness.


pennies,


and worked like


little heroes,


the farm is paid for!"


That


this end they hoarded even
Barefooted and bareheaded,


was
their
clad


in their old-fashioned,


home-spun


clothes,


the cows and sheep and fed the calves and c.


they weeded the garden, cared for
chickens. When the other children


laughed at their odd
have new clothes, to'


clothes they only


when


smiled at each other and said:


"We'll


the farm is paid for.


came


long-looked-for


summer


when the last dohiar would


paid if all went well.


But alas! the spring was


so damp and cold that the corn


seed


rotted


ground,


though it was


planted over and over again it


became evident


that the


corn


crop


would be a perfect failure.


wheat grew !-as if it knew that eager eyes and anxious hearts were watching it
-as if it knew that joy or grief depended on its growing. The children


measured by it.


Now it was as tall as Otto; now it was over Bertha's head, and


now Hilda,


eldest,


could just reach the


golden-turning heads by standing


on her tip-toes.
"The wheat would


care


said


d pay for it
father, "bu


all if


I didn't have to hire some help to take


that will cost


money, and now


corn


gone.
you tak


father,


cried


Hilda,


e care of it, I'm sure we can.


Bertha and Otto all together,
Do let us try."


"we can


help


The


father


looked


eager faces cloud over


doubtful


tears


shook his


come


their


head,


eyes


but when he saw their
he thought again and


said:


"Well,


may


They


could


hardly


wait till it


was


ripe,


they


were so anxious to prove that they could help; but at last the father shouldered


his cradle and went to cut it down.


Then the children raked it up into bundles,


and very careful they were to get every scattered stalk.


Then the mother


the house


to care


itself,


came


out with them and bound the bundles


tight with wisps of straw
only the small ones.


The children learned


how, too, but they could bind


But they
thought it fun.
far from home


could


bundles


all on end in great shocks, though,


They called it building houses.
alone, in a distant corner of the fi


Once it rained when they were
eld. Then they built larger


house


than


usual


crawled


inside.


It thundered


lightened,


they were not afraid.


The shower was soon over, so that Bertha, holding


her hand, could scarcely feel a


falling


drop.


Then they crept from


their


safe


retreat and soon were at work again as merrily as ever.


Finally it was all cut and bound and set up.


Now it must be stored in the


barn.


Again tl
Try us,


father


father."


shook


head, but


again they all cried:


They were not afraid to work, you see.


"We cap


When


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great wagon was driven to the field Otto held the lines and drove from shock to


shock,
evenly,


while Hilda


Bertha laid the


side, as fast


as the


great bundles, as large as themselves,


father


could


toss them up.


As proud as


kings and queens in a royal chariot, they rode on the loaded wagon to the barn,
and there they packed the grain in so tight that when the threshers came to


thresh


they


asked


father


what man


that packed the bundles


How they stared when they were told; and how the children laughed!


But they laughed a great many times


that winter,


when, clustered


around


the fire in a


home


now all


their


very own, they


would recount their summer


work, and tell how they, too, had helped pay for the farm.


---. S. v.


f)oarmerp'

P in the early morning,
Just at the peep of day,
Straining the milk in the dairy,
Turning the cows away;
Sweeping the floor in the kitchen,
Making the beds up-stairs.
Washing the breakfast dishes,
Dusting the parlor chairs.
Brushing the crumbs from the pantry,
Hunting for eggs in the barn,
Roasting the meat for dinner,
Spinning the stocking yarn;
Spreading the snow-white linen
Down on the bushes below,
Ransacking every meadow
Where the wild strawberries grow.


@irls.

Starching their "fixin's" for Sunday,
Churning their golden cream,
Rinsing the pails and strainer
Down in the running stream,
Feeding the geese and poultry,,
Making puddings and pies,
Jogging the little one's cradle,
Driving away the flies.
Grace in every motion,
Music in every tone;
Beauty in form and feature,
Thousands might covet to own.
Cheeks that rival the roses,
Teeth the whiteness of pearls,
One of these country maids is worth
A score of your city girls.


-CHARLES K. SHETERLY.


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fporvA


ree..- -he


0


love.


next


summer


Charlie


made


Grandfather


Green


another visit, and remembering


told them of forest trees,


they were


interesting
anxious tc


stories


gather further


information upon the same subject.


gotten rested from their trip,


before they had fairly


Charlie said:


"Now, g
summer;


kinds of trees,


randpa,


we want


and, while .we


to learn


have


Joe and I both think


been
you


more


reading
can tell


about


trees while we


a great deal
us a great


are here


about different
many things we


cannot get out of books.


"Very well,"
useful information


said grandfather,
. Let us go dowr


"I should be only too glad to help you gain
i to the river fishing to-morrow and while


there
lands.


perhaps,


learn


something


trees


that


grow


low-


The boys were delighted,


not only


idea


learning


more


about


trees, but at the prospect of going fishing as well,


for what


boy is


not fond


this sport?


The next morning bright and early the boys were up and searched


the premises for fishing tackle.


Grandfather had provided for


that,


however,


and told them if they would only get


rods, hooks and lines.


supply


It took the bo'


day,


and then


the wor
ys but
, with


mI


ims for bait he would find fishing
a little while to gather a sufficient
a lunch basket that grandma in-


sisted they should take with them, they started.


While on the road their grand-


father told them many stories of forest trees and forest life, but said,


as some


large willow trees were found upon


river


bank,


concluded


to tell


them about them.


On reaching the river the boys found the willows as grand-


father


their


interest


was


much


aroused.


Before


beginning


sport


boys


wanted


hear


about


willow trees,


lying
listen.


down


in the


shade


one


trees,


ey prepared


themselves


Grandfather said:


"The willow trees that


you see


around


us here,


boys,


are some of the largest that can be found anywhere.


As a rule the willow does


not grow very large.


separates


many branches a


feet from


ground and spreads out as you see around us.
The leaves are so thick and so heavy that th,


The branches are very slender.
e limbs all bend downward as you


see.


The tree affords as


dense


a shade


as any


other.


Willows


are


found


almost wholly in low-lands.


you know.


There are


The lumber from


quite


tree has


a number


little


different


kinds, as


commercial value.


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HAVE THEY NO LANGUAGE?









tree branches so near the ground that


from it.(


and large:


any length


cannot


Willow is used, however, for quite a number of purposes.
il mbs of the tree are worked into base ball and cricket


presume you boys know more about these things than I do.


obtained
The trunk


bats,


When we used to


play ball and cricket when I was a


boy we


not do


it with


machine-made


bats and balls which you use to-day.


because it is


light


strong.


The


The willow is valuable


tree


branches


are cut into


purpose
proper


lengths and split and each strip is cut by a lathe.
"The Indians used to weave baskets out of willow twigs and some of


them


are very beautiful indeed.


The twigs


together. You will, perhaps, find in
different shapes and sizes made from


after


being


(


your own home


:ut and dri
a number


these willow twigs.


The


ied


are plaited


of b
twigs


askets


are very


pliable ;


that is, they will bend without breaking,


useful for this purpose.


The willow is


used


which makes


in making


chairs


them especially
and rockers of


various kinds.


The willow is also used in


making


fences.


can


show


willow or hedge fence in the lower pasture if


you wish.


Only a few


years ago


I wanted a fence there and I had the men gather


a lot


willow cuttings;


went down there one day in early summer, and stuck these willow slips into the


ground a few inches apart, and as a result there is a fence


there


to-day which


stock cannot easily get through.


fences


You wil


a great


throughout the country, especially in low-lands.


very good fuel when


dry;


it is,


however,


too light


many 4
Willow


to burn


these lhed


trees


very. long,


make
but


makes a hot, quick fire and your grandmother thinks it is the best wood we get


here for summer use.


Now,


boys,


I think that is about all


are


going


can tell


fishing,


it is


about


time


willows.
should


begin."
"Well,"


said Joe,


"I never thought there was so much to learn about trees.


I believe I would like to live here on


the farm with


you al


summer, grandpa,


and do nothing but study trees."
"I may say, I should like to have you with me, boys,


said grandpa,


'and


if you will only stay with me until fall I


think


back


your


home regular little foresters, but we must not wait any longer.
weady and we will see if there are any fish in this stream."


Get your tackle










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OuT


GREAT


many


years


when some of


ago,


about


the eastern


year


states were


eighteen
considered


hundred'


being


quite far WV
Mountain r
Farmington.


est,
range


there nestled at the foot of one of the Green


:S


Close


dwellings, surrounded


the most part


Vermont
around it
by their


it was comparatively a


little


clustered
fields of


country village


ti


a number of
lled land, b


new country, and the


farm


'ut for
settle-


ments few and far between. By cl
tain slope, however, one could see a


imbing a short distance up the moun-


few scattered farm-houses


here


there in the distance;


relief against


and the frequent breaks


horizon


showed


where


in the trees
woodman's


that stood in bold


ax had


been


busy


opening up a new


road through


the forest, hewing out


timbers


a cabin, or


cleaning a patch of ground for the Indian corn.


In one of the farthest of


these cabins


lived


Edward Solis and his family,


consisting of
years of age,


a wife and


three


while Helen had


children.
just seen


The
her fift


eldest,


Jennie,


was


birthday, and


eleven


youngest


was a baby of a


ar or


Connecticut,


so old.
hardly


The family had


settled


but lately moved there from


their


iew


home


as the


spring


opened.
One day in early summer
town at some distance to obtain


Mr. Solis


found


must


some farm appliances


which


to a neighboring
he could not get


at the village.


The


journey would


take him


several


days from


home, as the


roads were rendered almost impassable from an exceedingly heavy rain,
ding adieu to his family, he started early on the following morning.


so, bid-


The day passed as usual with the family, but at night it was observed that


the baby,


who had during


the day crept out unseen, and had been found pad-


dling in the water, had taken a ses
fever increased so rapidly during th
remedies and skill, by morning she


rere cold and


was flushed


.e night, and baffling all


determined to


summon


with fever.


Mrs. Solis's
to her aid


The


simple
the vil-


large doctor.
But whom should


Jennie, and


she send?


There


seemed to


she had scarcely been beyond their little clearing.


one messenger--
But the nearest


neighbor was nearly as distant as the village, and to be reached only by a nar-
row path through a dense forest; so the safer and more expeditious plan


seemed to


be to take


newly-cut


wagon


road


to town.


Jennie


was very


timid about the


journey, and begged very hard


little


sister might be


mO


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JENNIE'S CROSSING.


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allowed to go with her for company, and Helen, childlike, was even more eager;
so after many injunctions as to directions and carefulness, and being bid to


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walk as fast as they could, the children set out. Collie, their pet shepherd dog,
went with them, and Jennie carried a well-filled lunch basket on her arm, which


her mother had given


, telling


might take their time coming home
instead of in gigs, and the children


them that, after sending the doctor on, they
e. In those days doctors rode on horseback
i would have to return as they went.


The distance


to the village


was about three miles.


Between them, about


a mile from town, flowed a creek, which higher up stream, touched the opposite


side of the town.
have to go two I


shallow ford,


At this point


miles out


the


was a bridge, but to reach it the Solis's would
ir way. Their usual crossing place was at a


where stepping-stones had been laid from either bank.


generally a safe mea
plus water, and the
Jennie and Hele


ns of


This was


crossing, for a dam above the town confined the sur-


creek was never very deep.
:n, with Collie leading the way--he had been over the road


many


times-reached


creek


without


stopping


to rest.


Carefully


pick-


. .


ing their way over the white stepping-stones, they seated
opposite bank, laughing to see Collie slip off one of the large


themselves


on the


stones as he tried


to get a drink without


his wetting, for he
faces and tired feet.


wetting his toes.


soon


shook


himself


But Collie
dry, and th


looked none the worse for


girls bathed their
6ri


warm


Then they hurried on.


After reaching town they
just starting out to answer an


easily found


urgent call at


the doctor


inquiry;


some distance, and


but he was


said he could


not be back


Jennie
which


needed,


There


again


produced from


thought,


if the


would


was no


must walk back with


help


before night.


read


basket,


directions- were carried


at night


for it,


on his


so Jennie


Mrs. Solis's


would


back.
slowly
faster


turned


the precious medicine even


note,


put up
would


away;


than


however,


some
be all


which


medicine


that


now


they came.


was


they
Try-


ing her best to


encourage


little


Helen,


who


was


almost


in tears,


whose


weary teeth
seized her.


agged


sadly,


hurried on her way.


she had passed through the door of


A nameless dread had also
the doctor's office, she had


heard a


man remark to


when he


spoke


returning


that


night,


"You'd


better not try that till


weak


spot in the


morning,


Doctor.


This last


dam, and if the water keeps


heavy rain has
tumbling down


broken out
the moun-


tain as it has been


Poor


thought,


Jennie!


"and


doing, there's


"If the


what


dam is
mother


no telling where
gone, how will we


think, and


the bridge will be by night."
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e


then perhaps


across


mte creeK,


Willie


die if


don't get the medicine there before the doctor comes."


Faint with fear she sat


j/


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on a log
Helen.


by the


roadside,


as much


Taking the lunch from


Collie, bidding


former


to steady


the basket,


eat her


share


trembling


knees


divided it between


as quickly as


possible.


as to


Helen and
The latter


needed no such bidding, and soon they were again on their way.
Taking Helen by the hand, she hurried her at the top of her speed, answer-
ing her wondering look with a gentle reminder that they must get the medicine


to brother Willie as quickly as they could, that he might


get well.


It would do


her no good to tell her of the rising water,


understand,


Jennie wisely thought, she would not


would only be frightened, and might hinder getting her across.


With


pale


cheeks


trembling


steps,


she hurried forward, and


at last


came in sight of the creek.


Her worst fears were realized;


the stepping-stones,


were completely
here and there


above.


y submerged by dark,


bits of


broken timber,


troubled waters, on


telling


too well the


But now that she at last stood in the presence


whose surface floated


work of destruction
the dreaded danger


Jennie instantly grew brave.


"Helen,


said she, quite calmly,


"see how the rain


has filled the creek.


I don't believe


can find


stones,


we'll


play


'horse,


and sister will carry you over on her back.


It will be lots of fun.


on this stone, and put your arms as tight as you can around my neck.


Helen,


who had been gazing rather doubtfully at


the water, seeing Jennie


made but play of


plied with the


the matter,


was


conditions for a little "fun.


immediately re-assured, and


Jennie's new-found


instantly corn-
courage never


failed her.


Slipping the


basket over her


arm,


she clasped


her hands


tightly


behind her, over Helen's chubby bare legs; but how could she find the stepping-


stones ?


Here Collie


came


to her


With


an instinct


almost


human, he


seemed to take in the situation at


a glance.


Wagging his tail, he stepped out


on the first stone, and looked knowingly back as if to say,


"It's all right.


Come


From stone


along;


to stone


emergency


boisterous in her glee.


guided


made


never


Jennie


attempting to


sure-footed,


while


swim


Helen


his way


was


quite


In safety they reached the opposite bank, and scarcely


had they done so,


when a dull report was heard far up stream;


the whole dam


had given away, and soon the pent-up waters would engulf the low banks of the
creek.


Jennie
but the the


recognized
)ughts of he


sound


sick brother,


understood


and the


meaning,


nothing


needed medicine, supported her


remainder


distance.


When


at last


they


reached


open


cabin


door, she


fell fainting on the


floor,


and only Helen was left to tell the story of


how


"me


and Jennie played horse.


When


doctor reached


there,


in the


night, he found


two patients










instead


Jennie
came


was


quite


but left
a little


noised around


stated that


"Mistress


both at daybreak


doing


heroine in the village,


through
Jennie


kind-hearted


was


Before


as the story of


doctor,


the bravest


little


maid


next night


her bravery


village


in the


paper


sixteen


states.


was


not long


ere a bridge


spanned the stream over the stepping-stones


and now an iron structure


does duty at the


identical


point;


but from that


to this the place has been known


as '"Jennie


's Crossing.


-j
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littlee


_ 0olcen


Sead.


LITTLE


GOLDEN


HEAD


lived within a town
Full of busy bobolinks flitting up
and down;


Pretty


neighbor


buttercups,


auntie


clovers,
And shy groups of daisies all whispering like
lovers.


A town that was builded


on the border of a


stream


By the loving


hands


of Nature


when


woke from winter's dream;


Sunbeam


for the


workingmen,


taking turn


with shower,


Rearing fairy houses of


nodding


grass


flower.

Crowds of noisy bumble-bees rushing up and
down,
Wily little brokers of that busy little town,
Bearing bags of gold dust, always in a hurry,


Fussy


bits of gentlemen, full


of fret and


flurry.


Gay little Golden Head fair and fairer grew,
Fed on flecks of sunshine and sips of balmy
dew,


Swinging on


Chattering
May.


Underneath


her slender foot all the happy


with bobolinks,


her lattice


gossips


on starry


of the


summer


eves


By and by a lover
leaves;


Wooed


and shy,
For a little
the sky.


came,


his harp


won the maiden, tender,


sweet


cloud home he was building in


And one busy morning on his steed of might
He bore his little Golden Head out of mortal


sight,
But still


her gentle


spirit,


a puff


of airy


down,


Wandered through the mazes of
little town.


that busy










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A'---


as


fnb


an


Some.


!1 your
Guinea.


map ana
Ah, here


perhaps


it is, lying near


can find


island


equator and


New


extending


several hundred


miles sc


)uth of


that.


This island is worth our


study.
states.
are alwa


It is about four times
Of course, no frost is
iys green, the flowers


as large as the six New England
known in that region-the trees
ilwavs blooming. Here we find


-,


0-


the banana,


shows
These


the banana


palm, the cocoanut


in front


trees usually surround


and fruits


and a


homes


couple of


in abundance.


cocoanut trees in


the East India man.


r picture
the rear.
They are


chosen not for ornament and shade but for their fruit.


most abundant and cheapest in the island,


along without much


These fruits are not the


yet almost any other could be gotten


better than they.


The banana is to the East India


people what bread is to


the Americans.


n









The cocoanut not only furnishes them


food


but its


is used for light and a


cooling, pleasant drink is also obtained from it.


world are very much alike.


The houses in that part of the


The poorer class-and those include nearly all the


people -build entirely with bamboo and roof


with


palm


leaves.


No sound of


hammer is


heard in


building


these


houses;


a saw and hatchet


is all


that


needed.


The saw cuts


the poles


into a


required


length.


The


hatchet splits


and dresses those that
firmly in the ground a


are to be used for


few feet apart


siding and floor.


The posts are set


some eight feet above


surface.


The first and only floor is laid a few feet


above


the ground; the rafters are set


at a moderate pitch.


The poles


and slats are


together


when


necessary.


The palm leaf shingles that are then put uppni them are fastened in the same
way. The leaves which are used fbr this purpose are from the mangrove; they
are long and narrow and while green are bent over a stick about three feet long,


so as to


lie in


courses.


One of these


leaf roofs,


when laid well,


will last from


eight to ten years without leaking.


The houses


have no windows.


Upon one


side is a door that can


basket work and
never enclosed.


serves


e opened
to let in


and shut
the light.


at pleasure; this door is


The


This is, they say, due to a fear of


lower


story of


the overflow of


made of


the house


rivers,


fear of wild beasts and serpents and also the thought that sickness results from


living and sleeping on the ground.
rather a habit than anything else


It would seem that this mode of building is


, as in


every locality, even


where there is no


danger of overflow from water or where are no serpents or wild beasts, the houses


are built in the same
the usual answer is,


way.


If a native is asked why the houses are built so high,


"Our houses are frail and we build high to keep away from


robbers."


The door is


reached


by a light narrow


ladder,


which


by night


drawn up, and with the door tied the natives feel


built in one of these dwellings;


cooking


quite secure.


done


outside.


No fire is ever
The furniture is


very meagre indeed; it seldom exceeds two or three grass mats, a couple of rush


pillows, a rice pot and frying p
The cost of these houses is not
and one native reported to his


,an of earthenware, a


very great.


employer, after


betel box and a spittoon.


They seldom


exceed


$12 or $15,


an absence of four days,


"that


he had married a wife and built and furnished a house, all at an expense of $6.oo."


Not all the people of New Guinea are fortunate enough to have houses.


sands live,


Thou-


year in and year out, without a roof of their own to give them shelter,


with only the ground for their bed


the sky for covering.


Nature has pro-


vided so abundantly for these people that they are but little disposed to provide
for themselves.










































Iin1 g


the


ee5.


HE bees have swarmed,"


said


Hal,


as he rushed into the


kitchen where his mother was at work.


"What


shall


we do?


Your


father


not be


home for several hours,


" said the mother.


Why,


hive


them,


" said


Hal.


"Do!"


s watched papa hive the other swarm.
said the house-maid, before Hal had finished-


"I'll tell you'what to










do! Drum on pans and pails.
That's the way Carrie Barnes


Make all the noise you can, so they will alight.


when


her bees swarmed.


Her mother and


all the rest drummed on tin pans.


Hal went to


the barn for a new hive,


and the children got pans and pails


and went to drumming with sticks.


The house-maid got an old stove-pipe and


laid it across a


broken


cart-wheel and


she drummed, making more noise


than


all the rest.


"Oh,


what a racket !"


Hal,


as he


dusted the hive and wet the inside


with sweetened water.
What the bees thought of the noise I do not know, but they soon began to


settle


upon


a raspberry-bush.


really


think


they


went


there because their


queen led them,
made.


but the


house-maid thought it was because of the


noise


they


While the children


saw


raspberry-bush Hal put his


that the dark bunch grew larger and larger on
father's bee-veil over his hat, buttoned his coc


it to


the chin over it, and then drew on long gauntlet gloves.


"Now


I'm ready for the bees,


said Hal.


"I wish I had a veil,"


said Ruby.


.


.4


. .4


1 ....


t 4


- .


'I'm going to crawl into this gunny-sack, said little Ned, "and look
through the holes."
Then all the little children pulled gunny-sacks over their heads, arms and


hands, and ran up close to the bees while Hal was hiving them.
Hal worked very gently. He pried up the bush. Taking


hold of the top


of it with one hand he put the other
mass of bees over the hive. He ga'
of them into the hive.


hand under the roots and lifted the


ve it a quick shake,


whole


which dropped the most


With great


care and


delicate touches he brushed


the bees away from


edge of the hive and replaced


the cover.


"I don't


believe


have


killed


three


bees,


said Hal


, delighted with his


success
Hal."


;s,


"I believe we should have lost that swarm if it had not been for you,


added his mother.


"You mean if we hadn't drummed on the pans,


" cried the house-maid.


When


Hal's


father


came his


tried


to look sober as he said


"Papa,


the bees swarmed two hours ago!"


His father looked


at him


a minute, adding:


"And you have hived them?"


"Yes, sir,


said Hal,


with sparkling eyes.


"You have done a good thing,"


father


gave him


hive


replied his father, proudly.
of bees, from which he h


raised


many


others.


-MRs. 0. HOWARD,


I










H;, see that pretty moss!
It is like a star!"


It was cl
rock by the


singing to a
sea-shore.


It was not moss, but an animal.


"It is
star-fish,


a sea-star
as some r


, Nellie, or


)eopie


Take


in your hand.


not be hurt."


"Why,


legs.


Wher


Uncle
e are


John,
his e


he is
yes


nose "
"The sea-star has neither eyes


In fact he has no head at all.


you call his


gs are really


His mouth and stomach are al
"Oh, how funny!"


Those little feelers on what


the legs
the same.


"Yes


is a curious


animal.


When


he has


finished one mea


some


those little arms sweep his stomach clean, and then he is ready for another.
"And what does he have to eat?"


"Well, Miss


Nellie, he is as fond of oysters as you are.


Though he seems


so feeble,


strongest


shell-fish


cannot escape him.


He sends a


isonous


juice through the valves of the oyster,
the sea-star has a fine feast!"
"The wicked creature !"


which makes him open his


shell.


Then


"Yes, the oyster fishermen
a pretty ornament when dried.


are no friends


of the star-fish.


But he makes


Do you want to take him home?"


"I am afraid of being poisoned."


"I will


tell you


what


to do.


Place him in this little wooden box.


bore


some


prepare


holes


nicely


in it.


Then


for you.


down


poison


does


over


an ant's nest.


not harm


the ants.


They will
Perhaps


there are ant doctors who cure them.


-KHAM.











ete.


J ID you ever own


a nice


horse


who


was


and whose eye seemed to have a laugh in it?


about


such


white star


in her


)ne.
face,


She
and


was


as black


mischief


Let me tell


as jet;


a white stocking


on her left


you
.d a
hind


foot.


She co


She was round and plump and very quick in her motions.
uld trot, rack, pace and run, and under the saddle was a


charmer.


Her name was


Juliette.


As a colt she took the lead


in mischief.
She could untie a bow-knot even when the end of the strap


was put through the bow and drawn up tightly.


to do this when there


was no


occasion.


But she was not so foolish as


But omit feeding her when


the other


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horses were


then


step out of the barn


for a few moments;


suddenly


return, and she would be found untied and in a stall with another horse, helping


herself to his grain.


She had three


associates,


whom she led into mischief


the night.


staple;


open


She would open the barn-door,


barn-yard


gate


which was fastened with a hook and


drawing out


the pin


that


held


r I









would let down the bars with her teeth, and lead her three trusting companions


into the grain field.


There they would be found in the morning,


while she had


returned to the barn before the boys were up.


She had such an innocent look


when
tion.


been


on these


When I rode her to


were after.


would


excursions that it would call forth one's


bring
quite


back the


direct


admira-


colts she seemed to know what we


to where those wicked colts


could


found, and we would chase


them home in a hurry.


One night a mysterious noise was heard at the barn.


Horse-thieves


were


not unknown, and, as we had the best horses in the neighborhood, great anxiety
was felt. Father drew himself softly out of his warm bed. Revolver in hand,


he went carefully and quietly out of the


se, followed by a courageous


bull-


You can imagine


his astonishment


when, instead of finding horse-thieves,


he found Juliette standing with the raised pump-handle in her mouth trying to
pump water, while the three colts, with unbounded confidence in her ability,


stood at the trough watching her with expectant


eyes.


-CHILION B. ALLEN.


S- __


dfhe


HESTNUTS are ripe--
( a Are ripe, and now from the prickly
burr
The brown nuts fall,
And bound
To the ground
With a twinkling sound,
Where the woodlawn folk are camped around,
At the end of the pasture wall,
With tongues that chatter and wings that whir,
Birds in feathers and hearts in fur-
Squirrel and jay,
And chipmunk gay-
They scrape, and scamper, and scold and play.
While the little white worm in the midst of
the storm
Grows fat on his diet and laughs at them all.


~uttling.


Chestnuts are ripe-
Are ripe, and now when berries are few
The brown nuts fall,
And here,
With a cheer,
From far and near,


In th


e sparkling sun the boys appear
At the end of the pasture wall;


Bitten with brambles, washed in dew,
Ruddy and brown, a barefoot crew,
Each with his sack
Like a peddler's pack,


They


climb,


and shake,


cudgel,


thwack,
But the little white worm in the midst of the
storm
Feasts on the kernel and laughs at them all,










Ok?


ind


of


Liun.


HERE was a great racket o
i shouts of merriment and loud


window in time to see


air and


fairly


Joe rollir


roaring witd


ut in


back-yard,


laughter.
ng on the
1 delight,


cries


C


Mrs. Harley rushed


distress,
to the


ground, kicking his heels in
while Bennie, the picture of


mortal terror,


was running toward the house as if all the witches


were


after him.


"Why, my poor little mouse,


what


does


this mean?"


was mamma's aston-


ished inquiry to the funny object that appeared on the threshold a moment later.


"It means,


mamma,


ennle


ped,


as he bent a dripping,


yellow head


forward and stuck out his arms akimbo,


'means-that--I'm


almost drowned,"


a righteous


stream


indignant


tears joined the others


that were run-


ning to the ground.
"Drowned!


Where


could


drown,


dear ?"


mamma s


alarm


took flight in a hearty laugh.


isn'
it!"


t


anything


laugh


while sobs and groans fol-


lowed at the recollection of his wrongs.


"Tell Joe to come


"Now that


sounds


here.


like business,


thought Bennie, and, wiping his eyes
with alacrity, he started on his pleasant
errand.


"JOE PUNISHED."


"Here


is, mamma,


was


triumphant announcement,


as he


shortly


reappeared in the doorwav.


holding


his elder brother by the arm.


"My son,
hung his head.


what have you been doing to your little brother ?" but Joe
"Tell me instantly; what have you been doing, I say?"


only


"Why-I was-only having a little fun, that was all."


The voice was very


meek indeed for


"Having a little fun?


You may tell me


what you call


fun, if you please.


"Well, it wasn't anything, only the cow's water-pail was standing out in the


yard,


Bennie


came


stuck


head


take


drink,









I only stepped up behind him and gave


him a little dip, that


was


looked up into the stern face inquiringly.


"It wasn't


pushed


me clear


to the


bottom of the pail,"


objected


Bennie,


indignantly.


"If I can't have a little fun I think it is a pretty thing,"
"It seems to me you have had a good deal of fun lately,


sulked


said his mother,


gravely.


"It is quite time for me to have mine now.


Come into the kitchen.


Joe humbly obeyed,


wondering what his


mother


could mean


Bennie


followed


, determined to miss nothing.


"Fill that wash-dish full of water.


Matters began to look a little serious.


'Now
with


I want to see how you
others," and Mrs. Harl


enjoy the kind of fun you are continually


ey, as


she spoke, plunged Joe's head once,


having
twice,


three times into the water,


giving


it so


generous a "dip


each time


that even


Bennie could ask for no more.


"Now,


oe, how do you like the 'fun' ?"


asked his mother quietly,


standing


off a few steps and looking at him fixedly.


"I wouldn't have minded it,


gasped Joe,


"if you had ducked me only once,


but it seems to me that three times running is a


od deal."


"I intended it should be,


replied his


mother,


with decision.


"I was


tling up a little back pay that was due yoi
always at the expense of some one else.


i. I have discovered that your fun is
Do you remember the fun you had at


your sister's lawn


party


summer,


when you


turned


the hose on


her new


white dress and spoiled all her pleasure?


Then when


were


sent into


house, do you remember how you amused yourself by stretching a string


the hall and seeing how many person


your


little brother with


poker,


is would trip over it? You enjoy
and occasionally giving him a 'dip,


C
'


across
chasing
as you


call it."


"O mamma, don't tell any more things.


me in that way.


It doesn't seem one bit like you,


can't bear to have you speak to
" and poor Joe hid his burning


face in his hands and began to sob in good earnest.
"I do not believe you have realized how cruel these sports of yours


times, nor how this selfish habit is growing
ingly, as she stroked his bowed head.


"I never will do so again, never,


upon you,


said his mother,


came back in smothered


tones.


are at
sooth-


"Oh,


never knew how mean I was before; indeed I didn't!"


Bennie,


quite


culprit, drew near,


satisfied


and,


thrusting


time


lit


the scene by saying, with a lofty air:
remember you might have drowned me!"


with


justice


ttle hands into his
"Boy, I'll forgive


meted


pockets,


out to the
concluded


you this time,. but

--JULIA H. THAYER.


C


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ODhe


\a)Q.


OW


July


sun


poured


handle, and drew his sleeve acre


ture.


Such


a lot of


rows he had hoed, and


potato
then


down! W
)ss his face
to hoe! I


ill


rested


on his


to wipe off the mois-
e looked back at the


over at what there was still to hoe.


A sullen look crept into his face, but he worked on.


At the end


down


in the


of the long row he halted and, flinging the
shade of the tall corn that was nodding


hoe in the furrow, sat
its tassels in the fitful


breeze.


" I don't believe there ever was


a boy that


had such hard


times as I do,


he muttered to himself.


" It's


work,


work,


work,


work, from morning till


night. I'n
old basket


and by.


sick of
to think


When he


and Will pushed


it over,
grew to


back his hat and


build castles


about what


leaned against the


meant


to do by


be a man, he wouldn't work on a farm all day;


would live


shade


in a fine
trees in


house like Mr.


front


Brown's,


knew


with a great spreading lawn and


how it looked,


for he


went


by there


almost every time on his way to town. Once he had seen a little boy just his
own size out in the yard, reading in a book, and how he wished he could change


places with him.
Mr. Brown driving


He would have a span of gray ponies, too, such as he had seen
g out of the great gate. So he went on planning and thinking,


till the minutes crept into half an hou


r-a whole


hour-or more.


Suddenly


Will was startled at a rustle


near


corn, and springing up, he saw


Uncle Esek looking at him with a peculiar twinkle in


his eyes.


Uncle Esek was no real relation to


man who


Will.


lived in a little log house a mile


was an


up the road from


weatherbeaten


Will's home.


was shrewd and keen, and by his kindly words, spoken at just the right moment,
he often helped many a perplexed boy out of his troubles.


" Well,


what is it?"


said Uncle


Esek,


glancing down at the hoe and then


at Will's


flushed face,


from


which


discontented look


not yet faded


away.
Will looked


as if he


would rather not


tell, not feeling sure what answer


Uncle Esek would give him; b
make a boy work all the while,
anything I don't want to," and


iut at last he said:


anyhow ?


"Don't you think it's mean to


When I get to be a man, I shan't do


he looked up rather defiantly;


then he told what


he had been


planning.


"Well," said


Uncle


Esek in


his slow, quiet


way,


" I can remember when


C1


es









Mr. Brown was a little boy Itie you, and didn't live in


yours.
Wil


He haa to work just as hard as you do, too.
1 looked surprised.


"Yes,


abor* it, and


work.


'The


continued the old man,


stop to build
hand of the


castles
diligent


"he worked just
in the air when


maketh


rich,


as hard;


but he didn't fret


ought to have bee


good


Book


says,


think you will find this


true.


diligent in his business, he


And


shall


there is another


stand


before


verse:


eest


kings, he shall not


thou a man
stand before


mean men.


"But Mr. Brown don't


'stand before kings,


urged Will.


"No,


" said Uncle


Esek,


"but


everybody respects


him and values his good


opinion."
Will picked up his hoe thoughtfully,
thing in this world worth the having costs


while Uncle Esek continued: "Every-


something.


all that a thing is worth before


if we want to


wise,


we ge


we must


t it. If we want money we must work for
study hard and think a great deal; if we


want to have


an easy tim


e when


we are old we


must work


for it when we are


boys.


"Maybe that'


s so


" said Will.


"I never thought of it before.


But anyhow


you can fix it,


don't like


to hoe


potatoes,


though I suppos


e it will have to be


" and he moved slowly toward his


unfinished work.


"That's right,


" said the old man,


looking after him;


"do the things that are


waiting right at hand to be done.
much difference what we work at


what we enjoy


And


after


though it


, my boy, it


is a great de;
do the work


al


doesn't make so


pleasanter
that makes


rOve?


( ne


S 0no their.


T was Saturday night, and two child-
ren small
L Sat on the stairs in a lighted hall,


G- --~ Vexed


and troubled


sore


plexed
To learn the Sunday's forgotten text;
Only three words on a gilded card,
But both children declared it hard.

*' 'Love,' that is easy-it means, why, this"--
(A warm embrace and a loving kiss);


"But 'one another,' I don't


see who


Is meant by 'another'-now, May, do you?"
Very grandly she raised her head,
Our thoughtful darling, and slowly said,
As she fondly smiled on the little brother:
"Why, I am one, and you are another,
And this is the meaning-don't you see?-
That I must love you, and you must love me.'
Wise little preacher, could any sage
Interpret better the sacred page?


as good a house as


n at


We always have to pay


but it is the way in which we


men of


9,~ V ^=^Y -f
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oing


Pon


akces


Hab\t


( trouble.


was long after supper time.


I am


sure


this,


because


cleared off the table, and gone into the kitchen to write


ter home to Sweden;


[annah
a let-


and there was no one in the dining-room


cepting a mouse that was lazily picking up crumbs
drons ed Beidles %al1 this. I know in another wa


baby


baby was fast asleep in his


It is perfectly rid
a big boy half-past fi


bed -up-stairs.


iculous for me to call him the baby, because he was really


years old, but everybody called him that,


must,


suppose.
Mamma came into the hall,


and wh


at do you suppose
very first thing ? It


saw there


was nothing more or


less than


a big iron engine, with a red


smokestack, and only three wheels. It
must have had four wheels at first, but


now it just got along tl
could on three. Now,
not belong to baby at a


guessed
that her
afternoon


best


that engine did
11; and mamma


just right when she suspected
boy had taken it that very


1


with


mamma


started


when


was


oggs. I
not like
up-stairs


te.


over playing
11 you what


that
with


at all,
all


might.
"Baby !"


But nothing stirred under the


bed-clothes.


" Ba-by!"
"Ump !"


"Are


"Perhaps
" No. now.


u awake ?"


to-morrow.


By this time he was sitting up in bed, trying to rub his eyes open with


eight fingers and two thumbs.
Mamma was standing there with the candle, and looking just as savage


that particular mamma could possibly look.


- *


" Baby,


whose engine is that down-stairs. "


H


yvvruvu, "~


*y,


U1. w lq ,-


ve









"You


mean,


mamma,


the one


with


smokestack, and only three


legs?"
"Yes,


said mamma,


"that's the very one.


"Well, then,


" replied the baby, as he settled down into


again,


"that


b'longs to Jim."
Did he say you could


have


The baby thought for quite a long time, and then said:
didn't; I expect I just took it."


" Come,


said mamma, putting down the candle,


"you


"Seems to me


must


right


and take it


back.


"But I haven't got any clothes on,
rr __


"No NO dlerence,


said manama,


" said the baby.
)u can dress, and I'll stay here to button


your


shoes.


"Oh,


dear !"


But he had to do it, I can tell you


and,


when he came down-stairs,


there


was the engine quite ready to be taken home.


" Have


I got to g


o all alone?"


And the little


boy opened


front


door,


and looked out.


The lights were burning in the


streets,


phew!


wasn't


dark between them?
I tell you what,


" said mamma as her cold, stony heart softened a little at


" I'll stay here by the window, and perhaps you can see all the way over.


Well, and so-Oh,


then the


baby


clattered


after running straight into the big lilac bush at


almost going head-first over the big


stone


down


down


corner


in the


front
of thE


driveway,


steps
hous4
he


and,
and


looked


around, and there was mamma, sure enough, standing and waving good-by


" Pretty tough!"


said baby to himself;


down to the fence that ran across


but he tramped on over the hill,


Jim's back yard.


crawled


through,


went on tiptoe up the steps to the door.
Guess I'll just leave it and run home,


said the little boy to


himself,


he looked across and there was mamma still standing in the window.


No, I guess I
girl opened the doc
"Here's Jim's engir


wont," he said;


heard


ie, and I stold it;


and so he rang the bell.


crying


almost


The


mad,


and I guess he's crying for that,


minute


up-stairs.
and I'm


sorry, and I'm going home-"
And the next thing they s


aw was a little


yard, through the fence, and over the hill.


e boy scu
And I tell


irrylng


across


the


you another thing,


that little chap did not stop till he was safe in his mamma' s arms again.


makes two times that I'm gone to bed in only one night,"


said the baby.


back-
too-
"This
"And,


mamma, I'm sorry


'bout that engine.


"yC


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"That's all right now, my little man, and I don't believe all


this will


hap-


pen again.
Well, I rather


spect


not."


So mamma leaned over and kissed him softly, for


almost shut up tight.
Had only three legs, anyway," said the
close up under his chin, and so fell asleep.


baby,


saw


as he


eyes were


tucked


clothes


0 5 1.78


troublee.


LITTLE


Josie


Brown was sent to the store


for a bottle of shoe-


dressing.


He didn't


care


just then, so he


rushed out of


the house in a bad temper. After getting the bottle he was re-
turning in the same ugly fashion, not looking at all where he was


going. He happened to come to a slippery part of the j
ment, and down he fell, dropping the bottle on the ground.


ing to his mother.
cried out in alarm:


course it broke, and the
hands and his clothes.


eeln


that he was


J;


contents splashed all over his face,
In terror he flew home, and ran scre


about to


ave-
Of
his
am-


throw himself on her lap,


"Don't come near me.


Mrs. Brown was making a new silk dress, and she naturally objected to it


being soiled by shoe-dressing.


Then


Josie screamed all .the


more, and


two little brothers,


who were


present, thinking that their mother was frightened, began to scream too.


woke the baby,


This


who joined in the dismal chorus.


The sound was heard in the street, and


some foolish people quickly gave


an alarm of


a very short


time


engines were


in front of


house.


This made such an uproar that Mrs. Brown wondered for a moment what it all


meant.


When


understand


it herself


found it difficult


to make


every body else understand what had happened.


Then she found it still more


difficult to quiet her three frightened little children.


Don't you
dear mamma?


think that was a great deal of


trouble for one boy to


cause his


Josie thought so when he was calm enough to think at all, and


I believe


tries to


more


careful


now when


is sent


to the store.
-S. JENNIE SMITrX










hemany of our little

many of our little


erlan6


readers who find


ail.


mail


delivered at


their door every morning, or


post-office, ever


think


can get it by simply calling
f the way in which letters


papers were carried across the continent before railroads were
built there ?Up to the year 1867 the only means of carrying


mail from the Mississippi River


to the coast was


by means


of coaches, or horsemen. The stage coaches of those days were very
large and strong, as they needed to be to stand the rough usage which


they received.


They were drawn by six horses and traveled at a rapid


rate;


about every


fifteen


miles were relays-as they were termed-


that is, horses were kept at these points, and when the coach dashed


up with


its six


foaming


steeds


fresh horses


were attached, and the


*| coach went on to the next post.
valuable packages, but passengers as well.
sengers very comfortably inside and out.


These coaches carried not only mail,
The coach would carry twenty pas-
The route lay through a country full


savages


stage


was


frequently attacked


by them.


At such times


driver and passenger knew that they could expect


no mercy and fierce battles


often.


ensued.


The


coach, however, contained


a guard of armed men to pro-


tect the passengers from the savages, yet in many instances


was not suffi-


cient, and oftentimes not a single passenger escaped to tell the story


It was my lot once to ride on the overland


coach from Omaha to Denver.


had but about two days journey before us, and we


were


all congratulating


ourselves upon our good fortune in having escaped the savages so far.


was a silent man, somewhat past middle age, and seemed to


The driver


have but little


say;


his whole attention seemed to be directed to his steeds.


ing merrily along one morning chatting


gaily, the driver said,


As we were roll-
"There are tracks


on the roadside and you may all look for a little brush with the savages before


the day closes.


The guards seemed to believe there were


savages before us,


and as we saw them looking carefully to the priming of their guns and examin-
ing their cartridge boxes to see that they were full, we became somewhat sober.
We did not, however, forget to look to our arms-such as we had. But a short


time passed ere the driver spied a single savage some distance ahead.


He said


nothing-but


gathering the


reins


carefully in


hands, and


whip where he could use it, he urged the horses onward;


after a


putting his big
few moments


we saw another savage, then another-and in


less time than it takes to tell the


story


we saw ahead of


us a large band


of mounted savages.


There was noth-









ing to do but to make the most of it, and whipping up the horses to their utmost
speed he undertook to go past the terrible foe.


The savages were armed with bows and arrows and, of course,


could stand


little


show


against


the superior weapons of


the guards.


A single volley


from the


guards scattered


them


somewhat, and


it was with real


pleasure we


saw several of their number fall


from


their


horses.


The savages did not pro-


pose to let us off so easily, however, and


hand fight.


soon returned;


There were at least two hundred


then began a hand to


of them and only a dozen of us.


Their arrows fell thick


among us, but the


savages were


too wary to


come too close to the death-dealing guns of our men.


We soon saw that if our


horses could only hold out that


all would


be well, and it was indeed a sight to


see the care with which the driver handled them.


He did


seem


to notice


the savages


or their arrows, but


gave his whole


attention


to his


team.


The


chase continued


some miles


and we


thought we would


surely escape, but


the savages


seemed


to realize


thaf it was


now or


never with


them, and again


came


on with


most


unearthly yells


a volley of


arrows to which all


their previous assaults


had been light indeed.


We met


them resolutely


Finding that


they could


not capture us in any


other way they turned their attention to the horses and soon one of the leaders
fell to the ground wounded with some of their arrows; as he fell the other horses


ran over him, and in an instant


all was


confusion.


The


driver


succeeded


stopping his team


we doubled our


efforts to keep the savages away.


soon as the coach was stopped and our men could aim more carefully the savages
realized there was no hope for them, and a few volleys put them to flight, leav-


ing a score of dead and wounded behind them.


When the coast was clear we


dismounted, straightened


out the horses


as best we


could


and went on after


shooting the horse which the Indians


had wounded


so severely.


We reached


our journey's end without further danger, but you can rest assured that no one
of us ever cared to again ride on the Overland Mail.


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stolen


r HO stole my beautiful leaves?"
Whispered the old Oak-tree;
"West-wind, South-wind, look
fore;the thieves!


Find them, and bring them to me."
"Not I," said North-wind; "oh, no,
I would not treat an old friend so;
I found them lying upon the ground,


Brown and dead, and


"Not I."


I carried


them round


To bring them to life
In the autumn sun,
But I did not steal
A single one."
said North-wind; "oh! no,


I would not treat an old tree


"Who stole my beautiful leaves?'
Said the weeping Willow tree;
"West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me,"
"Not I," said the Frost; "oh! no,
I would not treat an old friend so;
I covered them over with crystals white,
And talked with them in the cold moonlight,
Till I felt the breath
Of the morning sun,
But I did not take
A single one."


"Not I


" said the


Frost; "oh! no,


I would not treat an old tree so."

"Who stole my beautiful leaves?"
Said the shivering Maple-tree;
"West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me."
"Not I," said the Sun; "oh! no,
I would not treat an old friend so;
I painted your leaves all scarlet and green,
With rows of crimson and gold between,


"Not I


And I saw them fade
Ere my work was done,
But I did not take
A single one."
" said the Sun; "oh! no,


I would not treat an old tree so."

"Who stole my beautiful leaves ?"
Echoed the Poplar-tree;


"West-wind,


South-wind,


thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me."


"Not I,"


said the Rain; "oh! no,


I would not treat an old friend so;
I mixed the shades of green and of gold
For the Sun to use, and I always told
The little rain-drops
Which way to run,
But I did not take


"Not I


A single one."
," said the Rain; "oh! no,


I would not treat an old tree


"O Maple, Willow, and Oak,
No one stole your beautiful leaves;"


West-wind,


South-wind, pitying said;


"North-wind, Frost, Sun, are not thieves;
They are dead, the Snow-flakes say;
I tell the tale another way:
Waiting in silence under the snow,
Are the souls of the leaves that shall upward
grow
In the resurrection
Of the spring;
When violets bloom
And robins sing,
And new life your heart receives,
To your arms will spring the beautiful leaves!',


he


feave.










ohn


found


School.


OHN


POUNDS was


born


at Portsmouth in the year 1766,


as he grew up his parents,


who were


in humble


circumstances,


apprenticed him to a shipwright.


Whilst working in the dock-


yard he met with an accident; one of his thighs was broken,


was rendered a cripple
of subsistence. He ti


for life


ook


and had to seek another means


to mending


shoes,


lived


in a


weather-boarded house in St. Mary's street in his native town.


Being of
kept a number


a gentle


tame


humane


birds


in his


disposition, he was


fond of animals,


stall, and his good nature moved


take charge of a child belonging to his brother, who had a numerous family.
This poor child was a cripple, his feet overlapping each other, but the ingenious


cobbler contrived an apparatus of old shoes and straps,


by means of which the


boy's feet were kept in


their right position and he


was s


oon cured.


The


kind-


hearted John next taught him to read, and, thinking


learn


better with companions, he asked a neighbor


be taught.
feet long


Others followed,


by six


in width,


and soon


was crowded


that his little nephew would
to send him his children to


the wooden booth,
to overflowing.


, which was eighteen
His teaching was all


gratuitous, and he delighted in reclaiming and teaching."the little blackguards,


as he called them.


He sought out the ragged urchins on the quays of the town,


and bribed them with a roasted apple to come to his school.


managed


procure


some


fragments


old school-books, and from


these and some old hand-bills he taught the


children to read


whilst with


slate


pencil they learned writing and arithmetic.


His method of instruction was


by means of questions.


Seated v


vith


lapstone on his knee in the midst


his mob of little pupils, he would go on with his work,-wh
names of different objects and then making them spell them.


iilst asking


them the


With the younger


ones he was very playful.


He would touch a little one's ear and say:


"What's


this?"
pinching


And when the child replied:


r


it gently,


would


"Ear,


" he


"What do I


would say: "S
do?" "Pinch.


pel


"Then


Then,
spell


that,"


said he.


And so on with the hand or foot.


As the children grew older he adopted a


stricter discipline with them,


they all loved him; and


many


hundreds of


persons,


filling


useful positions


life, owed all the education they ever


reward was the joy


received to


in doing good


the poor cobbler,


to others, and in the visit,


whose


now and


then, of some brave soldier or sailor, grown
to shake hands with their kind old teacher.


out of all remembrance, who came
Though he was favorably noticed


~









by the local authorities, he never got one


penny for his services, and


lived


most frugal and self-denying life,
On the ist of January, 1839,


known chiefly to his poorer neighbors.
when John Pounds was seventy-two years


nephew


determined


to have a grand din-
ner in honor of New
Year's Day, and they


bought
sprats;


a mug or
but before


they were cooked, as


he was looking
picture of his


school


which
been
he


had
done


recently


suddenly


him,
fell


down and expired.


Great
grief and
tion of th


was


consterna-
e children,


and the younger ones
could hardly be made
to understand that
their kind old friend
was really gone from


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'72 ,
~~, 'd


them,
them
door
and
they


and
came
next
cried
could


admitted;


many


morning
because


not
and


several days the little


ones


would


come in


groups of two or
three, look about the


deserted


room


finding


, and,
their


friend, go sorrowfully away.


John


Pounds


was


a true


benefactor to his species, though he was


oniv a









poor


cobbler,


was


originator of


those


ragged


schools which


since done so much to instruct the children of the poorest class and save


have
them


from lives of misery and crime.


----- ----


@lne


other


"Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky;
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by;
Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the morn;
Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover;
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn;


But onl


one mother the wide world over."


ND of
a big


that mother, C
'holiday heart !'


2harles Kingsley


"She had always such


Just what that means we may


guess.


Good housebuilders and good homekeepers know that holiday


hearts make holiday faces;


to our children


are priceless


tures on the


home walls.


The


sun comes straight in and comes, as Ike Marvel says,


"goldenly.


begins with a cheery


breakfast, and is


attendant upon every


hour of each day.


No everyday guest is more welcome.
morning, with its light and air, just


ously flush the coffee cups. Holiday h
from the night's sleep and the morning


All the


as the warm


windows of


east


the heart


sunshine


catch the


should


Learts glorify the little bright faces,
bath!


ener-
fresh


The day


begins with sunshine-even when the rain come down!


Mr. Thackeray liked
liant boy, maybe, but alwa


"Clive


Newcome


" because he


was


not such


a bril-


ys pleasant.


Pleasantness is


so contagious.


The good


mother


had been


night


with baby, who had the croup; papa wasn't in a saintly mood, Jariy looked glum;
and Susie whimpered. Jack came bounding in with "Here's the Morning Post,


papa,


" in such an


excited,


cheery way papa


had to smile.


"The top


Susie,


laughed;


morning to ye
.nd as Bridget


polly-wo


came


" he


in with the


houted to
cakes she


whimpering
"felt quite


lifted with the breeze.


'The pale


mother


felt the


shoulder with a thrill, as her merry boy passed


little brown fingers on her
chair and took his seat at


table.


So the sunshine came in with


Jack!


Enough to cover the whole family!


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(tcr\0.


OU needn't laugh at me just


because I


am yellow and


covered


with tiny cracks and don't happen


to be


dressed like your other


dolls.


I know I look funny and old-fashioned to you, but really


my heart is as young as ever it
And when your grandmama


was a little girl this way of wear-


ing the


hair was


very


fashionable


it was considered quite


vulgar to wear heels on


one s


shoes, and so mine were made as


you see, and were thought very genteel, indeed.
I was so happy yesterday, for Miss Martha said that we were to have com-


pany, and she took me out of my box, where I ha<
that it is a treat to get out of my paper wrappings.


i


been laid away for so long


Her grand-niece,


your


grandmama, child.


she said.
You


So you are her grand-niece


are


very like


what


was


Well


at your


you favor


age:


same yellow hair and laughing


so fair as


hers was.


mouth, only your


am I


forgetting ?


eyes
Was


are not so blue nor your
it her sister Betsy who


was light?


Yes, it was Betsy; I remember now,


your grandmama was quite dark.


How one does forget in seventy years!


I am a little stiff,
since I was last out of


you notice, but it's no wonder, for it is fully twenty years


my box;


or sit very straight and stiff, and
How well I remember the 1


then, too,


we were


taught in


my time to stand


habits grow very strong upon one,


ast time


Miss


Martha


years ago-that was long before you were born, my dear.


me out.


They gave m


ou know.
Twenty
e to your


Aunt Lucy to play with, I r


child, but really
oddly-dressed h


ecoll


your Aunt Lucy


I don't like to


was


a very rude


and made fun of my flat


feet, and


speak
girl.
6i


ill of
She


made


your


kinfolk,


laughed at my


most


odious


comparisons between me


stuck pins into
side for hours.


me to


such an


an ill-bred china


extent


that I


that she carried


assure


and she


you I had a pain in my in-


She is


a woman now and I understand that


she is very well mannered and


gentle, but somehow it always gives me a turn


even to think of her.


And your Uncle Rob,


your


great-uncle I mean, he


used


to tease me


He once tied me to the cat's back and I


was terribly frightened.


To this day I


am afraid of cats and china dogs.
I know it sounds silly, but I cannot overcome my fear of china do


Now


your grandmama had
parlor mantel, and he


one, a
looked


browr
very


and white one,


gentle


indeed,


used


to sit upon the


when, really, he was a most


I


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ferocious beast.


at the cat


worked


I had it from-a friend


upon


your grandma


of mine who heard him growl savagely
na's sampler. My friend fainted with


fright and remained unconscious


fully forty minutes, until she was aroused


by the striking of your great-grandfather's clock and the whirring of the wheels
as the heavy weights ran down.


But I was telling you how your great-uncle,


Rob, tied me to the cat's back.


I was wearing


a pink muslin frock


and a


pelisse


a tippet that your


randmama had just finished.


I always tried to keep my clothes neat and tidy


and so I was lying quite still upon the shelf, that my new finery should not be-
come mussed.


Rob espied me and he called the cat.


I can hear his voice now as he called,


"Puss, nice pus
seventy years!


come here,


puss.


Strange how one can recall a voice


after


Puss came, suspecting no mischief, and in a twinkling Rob had


me to her back


with a


stout piece of


pack-thread, and


was


tearing


across the yard at such a mad pace that I was


breathless with fear.


I think that Rob was frightened when he saw this, for he had meant no harm,


but only to have a bit of sport.


mow,


Away we flew into the barn and up on the hay-


when the string broke and I felt myself slipping down-down toward the


horses


manger.


My love, I cannot tell


my sensations


breath of the great monsters, but they only pushed


me to one side,


where Rob


soon found


me.


He carried me back and laid me on my shelf, but my tippet was lost and my


pelisse torn and ruined;


there was a


large ugly crack across my neck;


up my gold beads, dear, and you can see it now.
Rob bought these beads as a peace-offering, and your


grandmama


them on with her own hands.


I have never had them off since then.


Be careful,


dear, the silk thread may have become tender with age and it might break easily,


and I should not like anything to happen


to them.


may sound


sentimental,


but I should like


always to keep them on ac-


count of Rob.


Poor lad!


it must be fifty odd years since he was drowned.


can't tell you the story, child, for whenever I


think


him such a


lump


comes in my throat that it opens the old crack, and I cannot speak at all.


Well!


well how I have run on, and really my throat begins to ache, and you


must notice that my voice is growing husky.


thinking of your great-uncle,


I dare say it's because. I can't help


dear, but I think I must stop talking now.


Lay me down carefully, child, for I am


not so young as I once


was, and I


feel quite fatigued.


There!


that will do nicely.


How gentle you are, my dear,


quite like what your grandmama was


seventy years ago.


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as full of ine


Said thehRisi nto heAlmond


arebathfromSoutheralands


,


a dewdrop is of suliiht, And we come once more bogebher,
nd a ossy ski? W5is m?i7e. Jiavin fallen in English hands"


$aid the lmoncd to the RaiSIn,
"Ard 'e a be to tell
Iv7as born ir7side a flower,
And llived bthina shell .'


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princess


eOna.


HE was a dainty, blue-eyed,
her kingdom but four short


golden-haired
years when t


darling,


who had ruled


he events in our history


occurred.


Very short


the four


years


princess brought into the quiet old
with its golden sunshine, that time


had seemed, for


house such a wealth of


had passed


baby
love,


rapidly since her


arrival, as time always does when we are happy and contented.


Our little princess did not


owe her title


to royal birth, but to


her unquestioned sway over


those around


a rule in which


was so


happily


blended entreaty and command that her willing subjects were never quite


sure


to which they were yielding.


But of one thing they were


sure,


which was that


the winning grace of the little sovereign equalled their pleasures in obeying her


small commands, and


the added fact--a


very important one-that


this queen


of hearts never abused her power.


No little brothers nor sisters were numbered among the princess


but she had had from her babyhood an


inseparable companion and


'retainers,
playfellow


in Moses.


Now Moses was a big brown dog who, like his namesake of old, had


been rescued from a watery grave, and it chanced
became inmates of the quiet old house about th


that baby-girl and baby-dog


same


time.


grew much faster than the


little girl,


as dogs are


wont


to do, and


was quite a


responsible


person


by the time Leona could


toddle


around.


When


was


ld enough to play under the old elm tree Moses assumed the place of
protector of her little highness, and was all the body-guard the princess needed,


for he was wise and unwearied in his


But, although Moses felt the


endeavors to


responsibility of


his r


guard her from all mishaps.
position he did not consider


it beneath his dignity to amuse his mistress, and so they played together, baby
and dog, shared their lunch together, and frequently took their nap together of


S.


a warm afternoon, the golden
broad, shaggy shoulder.


curls of


little


princess


tumbled over Moses


One day when Leona


was about


years old an


event


occurred in


life that seemed for a time to endanger the intimacy between the little girl


her four-footed friend, and caused Moses considerable


anxiety.


It was a rainy


morning and she could' not play under the trees


as usual, so she took her little


chair and climbed up to


the window to see if


the trees were


lonesome without


Something unusual going on in the house next door attracted her attention


and her disappointment


was soon


forgotten.


No one had


lived in


house









since the little girl could remember.
were thrown wide onen. and men w


Now


,er


the long closed doors and


running up


and down the


windows


steps.


was puzzled to know what it could all mean, and kept her little face so close


the window, and was so


unmindful of


Moses, that he felt


quite


neglected


lonely.
The following morning was warm and bright and the little princess and her


attendant were .playing under the trees again.


Moses was so delighted in have


won


pranks


the
that


she chanced


as her


own,


sole a
Leona
to look
dancing


attention
shouted


up,
with


and
fun


with
saw
and


s little mi
laughter.
through t
evidently


stress
In t


an
he


he paling
enjoying


d played
midst of
a pair of
r Moses'


so many


drol)


merriment


eyes as bright


frolic


quite


much as
Leona's


the little


whose


girl herself.


name was


The


bright eyes


belonged to a


Jamie, and who had moved


little boy about


into the


house that


had interested her so much


the day before.


Now


our little princess in her winning


claimed


allegiance


that came within her circle, and so
the acquaintance of her new subject.


confidently ran


Jamie


over to


fence


to make


was quite willing to be one of


servitors, anc
through the


dolls,


new order





although they were


separated


high


palings


openings all the morning, and for many mornings


books, balls,
of things w;


longer necessary to


Le


as not
iona's


strings,
quite


becoming


satisfactory


happiness.


best of


to Mos
1 kept


they visited


after, exchang-
friends. This


who felt


his place


close


was no
beside


her, and


tried


to be


as entertaining as


possible.


what he


would he


could not coax he
under the old elm


away from
tree seemed


her new-fo.und


to have


come


friend, and all


an end,


merry plays


Leona


was


really ungrateful to her old playfellow.


companion and


for the


time somewhat forge


was deeply interested in her new
tful of Moses, which is not much


to be wondered at,


in one


when we remember what great advantage over Moses


thing.


although the do
did not desert 1


could


faithful


place


heart


with


Leona


Moses


ached at the neglect of


protector,


could not.


Jamie
But


his little mistress, he


watched and guarded


the princess


while she and her friend prattled on all the long, bright days, quite unconscious
of his trouble.


One


had been


afternoon Leona's


watching the visiting


happiness reached its


going


on through


highest point.
the fence, anc


Her mother


saw


Leona's


delight in her new companion, so, unknown to her, she wrote a note, asking that


Jamie be permitted to come into the yard


and play under the elm tree.


When


Leona say
bounds.


' Jamie coming up the walk, in her own yard, her delight knew no
She ran to meet him, and dolls and buggies and carts and everything


ere.


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she prized was generously turned over to her visitor.


How


quickly


after-


noon passed.


Moses was


as happy as the children themselves-for if he could


not talk he could at least


bark, and now they


were altogether under


the tree,


his troubles were forgotten and which were the happier, children or dog, it were


hard to say.


So with merry play the beautiful day


came to a close.


The sun


was sending up his


ong golden beams in the west.


Jamie was called home, and


Leona


came


into


house.


The


tired


little eyes were growing


drowsy


curls


drooped


over


nodding


head


when


mamma


undressed her


little girl


to make her ready for


and repeated


prayer


Then


been


Leo knelt


taught:


beside


"Now,


her little
me down


sleep,
good


" and
girl."


earnestly


prayer


"God bless papa and mamma


But when


at her mother, she


now.


done


said:


Then folding her


"Please,


little


hand


everybody, and


did not


rise


mamma, I
the sweet


as usu;


want


childish


make Leona a
al; looking up
pray my own
voice took on


an earnestness it had not shown


before, as she said:


"Dear


Father in heaven,


I thank you for making


Jamie, and


cause his mamma let him come in my yard


to play.
of her


Please
grateful


make


heart, and


from the Father above, the


more


Jamies,


with


her loving recognition that
tired, happy little girl was


sincere


all our


expression


blessings


ready for bed


come


and soon


asleep.
Moses lay


sleeping


contentedly on


the rug beside the princess


' little


bed.


He too had had a happy day


fulness to his
the love and


Creator, the


J. I wonder if he had any way to express his thank-
same Father in heaven to which Leona prayed, for


companionship of his
spent? I believe he


little playfellows, and for the


had.


What


you think


bright, happy


about


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ROXY


was


darning


a table-cloth.


warm side of fifty, still adhered to


Miss I
some of


Roxy being


on the


the careless ways


of youth;


she would bite off


her thread in


spite


warnings


and protests from her more sedate elder sister, half expecting
a reproof. This morning, however, she escaped, and when


Miss Eunice took off her spectacles, it was only to
annoyed tone:
"I declare, if a week from to-day ain't Thanksgiving!


say, in


Does seem


to me it's coming


pretty early in


the season,


with


leaves


hardly


down and the grass green as summer."
'" A week is time for a good deal to happen,


said Miss


Roxy "'I wonder if


John's wife will ask us up there this year.


Don't reely seem as if she could with


the children just getting over the measles, and John
of his broken leg."


so behindhand


on account


" Well, Roxy,


said Miss Eunice,


things to make much fuss over


thankful,


but a


body might


does


Thanksgiving.
that without


seem as it it


don't


say


was kind of forcing
we oughtn't to be


having a day set for it.


Look at


John's folks now, and look at us,


with every last dollar of


our savings gone just


as we had a chance to make a good investment in that creamery.


" Yes,


it's hard,


rather be the one to lose than the one to rob poor


folks


their


savings.


you,


Eunice,


we ought to be thankful we ain't


neither of us the cashier of that bank.


" Don't be a fool, Roxy,


said her sister, grimly.


"Well, then,


persisted


Roxy,


"I'm


thankful


John


wasn't;


a broken


ain't half so trying


as a bad


conscience.


' Of course they wont ask us


there,


said Miss


Eunice,


"and I


wouldn't


if they did.
to ourselves.


We'll stay at home and keep
I don't mean to go to church.


our thankfulness and


our troubles


"Eunice


Martin!


said Miss Roxy,


with an appalled face.


"No,


don't.


Lord didn't appoint
Day. It's just the
how."


Mercy sakes,
Thanksgiving


governor,


Roxy!


needn't


Day any more 'n


look


Trainmn


so scared.


' Day,


The


or 'Lection


read that he was a regular infidel, any-


Miss Eunice put a little shawl over her head, and went out to


see how old


Silas Bowles was getting on with the wood he was sawing, or rather should have









been


sawing,


as Miss


pounced upon the old man
closed in tipsy slumber, while
-" The miserable old sot!


Eunice


sitting


came


on the


to the door of


chopping


e a bottle rested between


said Miss


the shed her keen


block,


bleared


eyes
eyes


his feet.


Eunice, looking scornfully at the sleep-


er, who quickly roused himself and bustled off for the saw, saying:


"'Scuse


night
self."


with


" Here'%
"That?


a sick


your
Oh,


ma'am,
critter,


file,
yes,


kinder


beat


set down


out this morning been watching' all
to file the saw and kinder lost my-


" said Miss Eunice, significantly, picking up the bottle.
that's a sort of mixter I keep on hand for the spells that


ketch me in the stomach.


It's juniper berries and-and-


" W7isk
"Well,


Y,


said Miss Eunice,


grimly.


yes, there's a leetle liquor in it;


not more'n you have


in your


cam-


phire bottle,"


said the old reprobate, slyly.


folks only took liquor through their


any more harm than a camphor bottle,"


noses, a whisky bottle


and Miss Eunice went away.


on her morning rounds to the barn and the chicken


house,


mightn't


She was


she came


back


with
old


a couple


Silas


sitting


new-laid eggs in her apron, to find the saw again silent, and
comfortably in the corner of the kitchen, with a bowl of hot


coffee in his clumsy hand.


Roxy


answered


look


indignant


quite unusual to her, and the old man


paused


inquiry


with


a brave


between


little
say


smile
apolo-


getically:
"I jes


noathin
nothing


bowl


come in f'r s'm taller to grease


coffee.


Goes


to the


spot, I


saw,


c'n tell


'n Miss


Roxy she fixed me


when a body hain't got


' inside of him but cold pancakes.


"Cold pancakes!"


es m;


said Miss Eunice, incredulously.


my old woman's over to Cap'n Cady's making


'lowed she'd


through


night


and fetch


' sassidge and
home suthin'.


trying'
Mis'


Cady she's
The o
went out.


allus free with her help, but


man


finished


coffee,


pears they didn't git done.


picked


up his bit of


tallow candle, and


Cold pancakes!"
a whisky bottle. I s'pc


said Miss Eunice scornfully.


ose you gave


that


extra


"I found


chop.


him
call


asleep


over


that encour-


aging


drunkenness.


"Well, I call it discouraging it,"


Miss


Roxy,


start in for a day's work on cold pancakes I might take


And
keep


may as


well tell


cheerfully.


"If I


to tippling, like


as not


you, Eunice, I made up my mind if we wa'nt going to


Thanksgiving this year any special day, I'd sort of spread it out as


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wouldd reach, and I begun to-day.


I am giving thanks that John


ain't


a peer,


tipsy, old toper, and that breakfast was my thank-offering.
Miss Eunice went slowly to the pantry to put away her eggs,
herself:
Some folks never do seem to grow up."


remarking


Silas came to his work the


next


day in


quite


a comfortable


condition


body and


mind.


"old


woman


" had


come


horn


family


larder


was


enriched by such store of "sassidge


and spare-rib as it had not seen in a twelve-


month.


The


weather


was


blusterin


however,


Miss


Eunice


made


objection when Roxy set the coffee-pot on


back of


the stove,


man might be warmed up by an opportune draught.


I suppose you're still giving thank
curiously at her sister.
"No," said Miss Roxy, laughing in


s about


John,


silent


said Miss Eunice, looking


fashion,


"I'm


giving


thanks


that I ain't Silas Bowles


old woman.


"Well, of all things,"
ing some red flannel shirts


said Miss Eunice, but Miss R


John's wife


had given her


was calmly survey-


to make


a stripe


new c


arpet.


" That's a nice red,


she said, spreading


a garment on her lap.


" I thought


t at it and work


a pity to cut


over.
over.


em up.


Don't


'em up before the moths got into


There's a good deal of wear in


remember, Eunice,


em, but


em yet if


what a master hand mother


it seems
they was


was


most
fixed


to make


" Was ye cal'lating to make over them


shirts


me or for


asked


Miss Eunice,


with grim sarcasm.


was


thinking of


McBoles;


Jimmy looked


so frozen when


came


over last night;


I don't s'pose Bridget can sew any more than a hen, but I could


fix these up so't they'd go all winter."
"And leave out your red stripe?''


"Yes,
" Can


I believe I'll leave out the red stripe.


wzat f?"


said Miss


Eunice impatiently,


I can-
as her


sister


stopped in


middle of her sentence.


"Make a little thank-offering


it for


to-morrow,


said


Miss


Roxy,


very


gently, and was soon absorbed in piecing and


ments to the
Miss Eunice


dimensions


the small


patching


measured in


S 1 ,


daucing tne gar-
her- imagination.


clattering away in the pantry, smiled compassionately to hear


singing over her work.
"The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know,
I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest."


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" Roxy's voice ain't what it


used


to be,


" she


reflected,


"but she's a


nice


singer yet, and she don't seem to fall off much in her looks, as I see."
Miss Roxy's week of Thanksgiving was almost ended. The day dawned


upohi the world with clear, bright skies over a fleece of


light


snow


caught


sparkle


sunshine on millions of crystalline shapes.


been growing warmer and younger with each day of kindly
she drew aside the curtain and looked out on the splendor
said softly:
S'And I saw a new heaven and a new earth.' "


deed


Her heart had
s, and now, as


of the morning,


"Well


," said Miss Eunice, in an injured tone,


"this


settles


it about


going


to church;


we can't


walk


over


slosh.


I must say I think it's curious


John's not coming near us all the week.


might have


sent


some word and


said he was sorry not to have us come over, but


s'pose it's


his wife's


doings.


When


a man


time


marries a young widder -with three children,


tain't to be expected his old maid sisters will count for much.


Miss


Roxy went about her morning work


meditating upon


possibility


of going to church alone, but Jimmy McBole made his appearance at the house,


heading a procession of small boys, all in a state of noisy hilarity.
natured dog was harnessed to a sled, behind which had been c


A big, good-
onstructed an


Ingenious


scraper,


with handles like a plow, which the boys took turns in holding,


the tenure of office only lasting until some


one


succeeded


in tumbling


the in-


cumbent into the nearest


ditch.


We've cleaned a path to the gate,
to the well and the barn, and clean up t


said


Jimmy, proudly,


:o the meetin'-house.


"and we're going
Mother said she


knew you'd go


to meeting'


Thanksgivin


Day,


swim


there,


but we'll fix ye a fust-rate path,


and with a crack of his whip,


Jimmy roused up


the dog and started his cavalcade


onward.


" I declare,


said Miss Eunice,


"if that ain't


a real


ingenious


contrivance!


I reckon we will have to go, after all, seeing' it' turned off


so pleasant.


Miss Roxy was thinking of
show a bit of the warm red shirt;


McBole


with


of the grateful look in


faded eyes when she brought her the cushion of


blue


coat


poor


unbuttoned


Sally Dow's


black scraps


filched


from her hoarded carpet rags, and her heart was still in a flutter at the thought


of the pleased surprise of the minister's wife,


when she


pressed


into


hand


a five-dollar gold piece;


"A little thank-offering for the good you have done me,"


she said, hurriedly.


That gold piece had been saved


many


a year,


in case


anything


was
also.


"happening


gone Miss


Roxy


unexpected,"


really


felt lighter,


nothing
as if she


happened, and


now


danger








In the porch outside,


John's man


them


after the


service,


with


sleigh


and extra robes for the long ride.


" Going over?


Of course we ain't,"


said Miss Eunice.


"We ain't


so hard


pushed as to take invitations this time of day."
"Didn't you git Mis' Martin's letter?" said Ezra, staring at them. "She
wrote ye; I heard her say so, and I seen her give it to Mr. Martin to mail when


I was


takin


' him to the deepo.


I bet it's in his pocket yit."


"To the deepo


V


" Gone to the city;


[here's he gone?" said Miss Eunice, sharply.
he was called sudden the day he was cal'latin' to drive


over and see ye.
and the sleighin


Hadn't ye better be getting in ?
ain't none too good."


The sisters settled themselves in silence,


a middlin


not a word


long


was


said


ways,


until


just as the sled was passing the shut-up house Miss Eunice called out:
Stop a minute, Ezra, I've got to go in."


She disappeared a few minutes and came


out with a basket in


saying:
I just thought I'd take that chicken-pie and cranb'ry


sass


hand,


over to Malviny


Bowles as we went b


. Seems a pity to have


em wasted, and I dare


say they


wont have anything out of


the common run.


They left the unexpected bounty at Silas


hilly country road.


' door, and sped on over the long,


Only once Ezra turned his frosty face toward them


from the depths of his woolen comforter:


"Say,


I heard Mr. Martin tellin


' the


deepo


master


they'd


back


that


money that was stole, every last dollar."
Silence for some minutes, and then the man turned again to add:


"'That feller that was goin


' to start the creamery, h


failed


gone


to smash.


Lots of folks has lost by him, they say.


"Poor things,


said Miss Roxy,


compassionately.


" Roxana Martin,


said Miss Eunice,


grimly,


"I'm an ungrateful oldgump,


and don't deserve to have another


Thanksgivin{


"If we only got what we deserved, Eunice,
all of us be dretful bad off."


Long as I live."
" said Miss Roxy, mildly


"we'd


"Well, I've been feeling


g so cross-grained all


the week


as if


have to keep


Thanksgiving a month to git square.


-EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.


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Whe


Sparrows


and


the


Snow-Flakes.


AID the sparrows to the snow-flakes:
"Where did you come from, pray?
lYou make the trees all wet and cold;


We wish you'd


go away."


Said the snow-flakes to the sparrows:
"Don't be so rude and bold;
Your feather coats are nice and warm--
You cannot feel the cold."
Said the sparrows to the snow-flakes:
"You cover up the way;
We'll starve, because we cannot find
A thing to eat to-day."


"Dear sparrows," said the snow-flakes,
"Now do not get so mad:
We come from yonder cloudland,
To make the children glad.
"And the little ones who love us,
They love the sparrows too;


They'll scatter crumbs


each morning,


And houses build for you."
"Of course we will, and gladly,"
Said the little children all.
"We love the tiny snow-flakes-
We love the sparrows small."


-N. M. G.


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in


the


amin.


LITTLE
V with


DICK is in a sad fix.


a basket


clothes


His mamma sent him


washed


over to Mr. Day's


Mrs.


Day.


snowing a lit-
tle when Dick


started,


so he


took


umbrella.


He put the


basket on the sled Santa
Claus had brought him


started


merry mood.


wind


blew


hard


turned


umbrella


wrong side out.


Dick


thought


was spoiled and


began


face.


Does


not look sad ?


When he


to Mrs.


Day's


umbrella and


a big apple.
will not cry


give


Then


any more.


Dick ought to know that
it will do no good to cry.
It is as easy to laugh as


to cry.


Which do you


do when things do not
suit you ?


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