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FOUR DOGS.
The haL'scmest dog I ever see
(Said Crooks, with a knowing leer)
Was one the general lent to me.
An' said he was good for deer.
Now everything proceeded right
Ko long as you kep' the fool In sight
But all at once perhaps he'd see
A red tailed squirrel agin a tree.
Or maybe a mother bird distressed
For fear some fellow would find her nest I
An' once a rabbit family meek.
A-plavtn' the game of hide-an'-seek.
Or often a wavin' bush or limb
Would seem for to make a dive at him;
Whatever would thus appear
He'd start right off for it, crazy quick.
The same as a two foot lunatic;
His mind would probably lose, its grip
Ccncermn' the object of the trip:
An' he'd come home, some time that day,
A-look!n' as if to try to say:
'You're all of ye eq'al queer!"
XL
The suvagest dog I ever see
(Said Snooks, with a thoughtful air)
Was one the governor lent 10 me.
And said he was irood for bear.
An' he was an interestin' sight,
A-gettin' the other dogs to tight:
He'd boldly draw Vm up t' the game,
An'hurl anathemas on the same;
They'd follow him stra'.ght, an' own the corn.
That he was a rrgular leader born;
But when the bear would open his jaws,
An' make a parentb'sls of his paws.
This uog stepped back with merciful staTe,
An' let the other ones lead awhile.
But still he would skirmish near.
An' yell, blaspheme, an' tear aroun'
The outer parts of the battle groun';
An' pass his comrades, wounded red.
To worry the an:mai when 'twas dead;
Then, epick an' span as a dog could be.
He'd say. with a wag and a wink at me:
I've human natur' to epare:"
rrx
The foo'est dog I ever see
(Said Criok?-same arternoon)
Was one the corjner traJed me.
An' said he was good for "coon.
An' he was a cur of fair appear.
An' carried the blood for a fine career:
i;ut e'en a most every other nlcht.
As soon as the mxra would bob in sight.
He'd chase it oT In elegant style.
For somethln' lesji than a hundred mile;
He'd keep a-goin'. an' never stop.
Until he was all prepared to dtjp:
But If. or chance, he could stay it down.
He'd think he hail ran It out of town.
An' next day, not too soon.
All covered over with conscious shame.
Because he'd failed to bag his game.
He'd sneak It home with a lengthened Jaw,
As If he had married a mother In-law;
Yet seemed to be kayln", I hd a whim.
To them who tried for to lai.gh at hlai:
' You've all of yim got your moon"'
nr.
The homeliest dog I ever see
(Said Spooks, witn an air of thought)
Was one the minister gave to me.
An' said he was good fof naught.
But somehow 'r o:Ler, day by day.
He struck his gait, an' he made his way;
He j'ined the family, one by one.
But di Jn't perioral as the pampered son;
He carr.ed a cheerful tall an' face.
But wasn't des rous to embrace:
He didn't go snlfflt' along our track.
But a'lay9 was glad to see us back:
He helped at h::nun' an' loved the fun.
Bat al'ays knowed who carried the gun;
Us schemed an' worked an" fought
To keep the thievers from our abode.
But never would superintend the road;
He managed to be our love an' pride:
An' when that felloT fell down an' died.
He had a buryln' such as men
Oets give to "em ooly now an' then;
I"or honesty can't be bought:
W1U Carleton, In Harper's Magazine.
Copyright. 18M. by
the Author.
OUXG BAB
CLAY has dis
appeared and
left me, Tsu
Van, a little
Japanese wax
cherub, to
guard his desolate quarters from my
perch on the chandelier.
Ah, how different it all is from the
eld days when he used to laugh and
talk to me and call me his guardian
angel: He loved me then for her sake,
lor she gave me to him, you know.
And now to desert me like this! Chin-g-an!
it is too bad:
I feared something of this kind would
happen, though, when he discovered
that she did not really love him; but,
dear me, why could be not have found
some one to take her place, instead of
vanishing in this ridiculous way?
It was not my fault that he was sold
out. I could only quiver with indigna
tion when, after his disappearance,
that disajrreeable old uncle announced
his intention of selling all of young
Barclay's things at auction. That old
uncle! How I hate him he never did
like my master.
Oh! that terrible auction I shall
never forget it! Sprinkled among the
motley crowd of buyers, were a few of
young Barclay's friends who knew him
in the old days when she first gave me
to him. They Ixjught a few trifles to
help preserve his memory; for, in spite
of his youth and wildness, young liar
clay had some good and true friends.
My heart was very heavy, as, one by
one, my old comrades were put up and
sold. Among the first to go was my
chum, the skull tobacco jar. II is teeth
TSTT TAX, A
LITTLE JAPANESE WAX
CHERUB.
rattled in his fleshless jaws with dis
may as an old Hebrew curiosity dealer
clutched him eagerly.
Toward the end. she came in, accom
panied by her maid. "Ah! She has not
forgotten." thought I. "She will safe
me from these despoilers."
Yet, fear seized upon me, for the sale
was almost over, and no one had no
ticed me, dansrling aimlessly from the
chandelier. What if I should be over
looked? Terror gave mo strength. Straining
M Lh thread which held me. 1 broke
it and fell plump upon the bald head oi
the auctioneer beneath me.
"See! ladies and gentlemen," he cried,
picking me up and holding me on high,
"a messenger straight from the Celes
tial kingdom. What am I offered for
this remarkably healthy specimen of a
Japanese angel?"
Some one bid a dollar. "Fie upon
such a bid!" said the auctioneer. "Why,
the memories stored in this comical lit
tle head, of past scenes enacted here)
be'ow him in these jolly bachelor quar
ters, are alone worth five times that
sum!"
If he but knew! That sad night,
for instance, after young Barclay had
seen her for the last time! Yes, the
memories were worth more to some
people.
"Ten dollars!" she exclaimed.
"Evidently she wants it," whispered
Wraggles to his friend. "Such a bid
for a common little wax figure like
that!"
The brute! I never did like Wrag
gles. No one bid against her, and I was
soon in her muff being tenderly carried
home to my first home.
Straight to her room she went, and,
locking the door behind her, took me
in her hands and looked sadiy into my
eyes.
"Tsu Yan," she whispered, "I am so
sorry! I think I really did love him,
after all; but he was so foolish and in
S Ll: J
AND HOLDING ME OJf HIGH.
a hurry. He should have waited
such
and given me time,
now no one knows
But he has gone
where and I am
the cause!"
She raised me to her lips and kissed
the little shaven spot on top of my head.
As she did so a tear fell down upon my
cheek. Oh, that tear! It trickled down
deep into my heart, which closed about
it and guarded it as the dearest pearl
ever brought to light. Yes, she wept
wept for poor young Barclay, for her
self, for his love and for the conse
quences. Some one knocked. Hastily drying
her eyes and thrusting me out of
sight, she opened the door.
'Twas the ma.d with a card the
card of that other man.
She came back to the room, and for
a long time gazed pensively out of the
window into the street below, where
the other man's trap was being led to
and fro. With a sigh she left the win
dow and slowly walked downstairs to
the drawing roozn.
In an hour she returned, and coming
straight to whern I lay, took me in her
hands and again looked fixedly into
my eyes. But this time her eyes were
dry. They were no longer the "damp
violets" young Barclay used to call
them; for they were hard and defiant;
yet, withal, I thought I saw a touch of
sadness.
"Tsu Yan," she said, abruptly,
'good good -by!" and, going to her
secretary, she took out a little ebony
box, which she unlocked, and then,
horror of horrors, placed me within it
and turned the key!
I do not like it in this box. It is
very dark and stupid. Besides, there is
a withered rose in here whose thorns
are very sharp. The thorns prick me
often. I do not think the rose likes me,
because, I suppose, I come from the
land where its rival, the chrysanthe
mum, grows.
I know that she is not happy, for
only last night I heard her from my
gloomy priln sob herself to sleep.
Ah! it is better, 1 think, to be a little
Japanese angel in a black box than a
silly ruortil in love!
ROYALTY ON
RUNNERS.
The Grand
ltlsplay Made by
the Mad
King of Bavaria.
The unhappy Ludwig of Bavaria,
who was drowned some years ago, was
the first king of modern times who
made a business of reviving the splen
did trappings of royalty used in olden
times on so extensive a scale. With
him ever-thing in the line of furnish
ings had to be gilt, or of the most
precious material obtainable for the
purpose. His passion for erecting
fantastic castles and villas made him
a bankrupt, and these buildings are j
now used for show purposes only.
Some of the finest specimens of this 1
sort of decoration built by the order of
King Ludwig are the various carriages ;
and sleighs designed for the king's use i
on state occasions. Among them is a
sleigh which attracts the attention of i
all lovers of the picturesque. It is a I
very gorgeous means of conveyance, ;
rich with precious metals, splendid
furs, and all the modern improvements i
money can command. j
Seated behind its high glass win- '
dows, enveloped in stately robes, the !
half-crazy monarch use1 to ride over
the dangerous passes of the Alps be- j
fore daylight. His lturses wore a i
string of small electric lights on their '
collars. Electric lights were also fas
tened to the helmets and caps of the
cavalrymen that galloped in front -of
the sleigh. j
"The mad king is coming," the poor
peasants used to say, for they had
I learned to expect him on any extremely
, dark wight, if the moon were not
shining. Harper's Young People.
"Hicks and Mabel went skating
last week, and had a terrible fall over
an embankment." "Dear me! Any
thing broken?" "Yes. Their engage
ment." Harper's Bazar. j
h i
George is Greek and means hus
bandman. The name is popular to- '
day, not only in Greece and the Balkan j
States, but also in Eus&ia. and England.
PROTECTION'S OWN PANIC
McKinley lx in the Catiae of American In
dustrial Uepraulon.
The certain effect of all such protec
tive tariff legislation as that which
bears the name of McKinley is to over
ttimulate some industries and present
ly to weaken alL Favored enterprises
have a feverish and unhealthy activity,
Eoon followed by overproduction and
collapse. The victimized occupations
may not immediately feel the drain to
which they have been subjected, but
eventually their vigor must decline.
All protective legislation does violence
to normal conditions and sooner or
later the evil effects of the injustice
will show themselves.
In the case of the monopoly legisla
tion of 1S90 the inevitable break down
came sooner than was expected because
the far-reaching iniquity of that cor
rupt betrayal of popular rights by
favored interests was not at first fully
comprehended. It was known that
the tariff law was drawn by the men
who contributed the great corruption
fund of lsiSS. It was known that the
plunder to be secured by its authors
was mainly gathered in the first year
or two of its operation. It was seen
that unhealthy activity had been fol
lowed by lassitude and weakness and
that the old familiar results of stimula
tion were everywhere manifest. All of
these symptoms were common enough,
for they had characterized every ad
vance that the protectionists had made
toward a prohibitory tariff. If in some
places the results in the way of over
production and prostration were more
noticeable than usual it was because
the McKinley tariff had outstripped all
others in its unfairness and its violence.
But a more serious malady was in
the blood. Overproduction was local
and sporadic, au occasional manifesta
tion of an unhealthy system. The dis
ease that fastened itself upon Amer
ican industry as soon as the McKinley
legislation went into effect was consti
tutional. The commercial and business
LAST
The Fusal. Bally of McKixletism
life of the nation had been poisoned at
its source, and the taint had reached
the minutest vein of the body.
Protectionism had long corrupted the
industry, the politics and the commerce
of the republic, but it had not until
then vitiated its finances. It had de
bauched the ballot box and degraded
American labor; it had demoralized
production and debilitated the national
character, but until the summer of
ISiK) it had not ventured to extend its
immorality to the domain of the na
tional credit. It had looted the treasu
ry in the interest of high taxes, but un
til then it had not cast doubt upon the
BtAkility of the treasury. It had op
pressed the nation, but until then it
had spared the nation's honor.
In its last grand orgie, drunk with
power, delirious over the prospect of
immeasurable 'gains, it had made com
mon cause with the mine owners of
the west who bargained the votes of
their representatives iu congress to
protectionism in return for protection
ism's favor to them. The passage of
the so-called Sherman silver law was
protectionism's bribe to the silver states,
and was so understood on both sides.
Binding the government to buy forty
five hundred ounces of silver bullion per
month, which it had no use for, and to
issue tnereon paper certificates which
were redeemable in gold, protectionism
fastened upon the treasury a task which
it could not perform. It struck a blow
at the national honor which did not
escape the notice of intelligent men
here and abroad.
Uow iOBg could the treasury pay
gold for silver? How long, with its
revenues reduced and its expenditures
increased, could it pay at all? These
were the questions, unanswered for a
time, which preceded and led up to the
panic of lb'JS. They were asked in
America and in Europe long before the
democratic success of 1S93. They cir
culated on the breath of suspicion in
every money center of the world, in
every nook and corner of the earth
where capital existed and where in
vestments were made.
ilow long could the United States
treasury, committed to the policy by
protectionism's bargain with the mine
owners, pay gold and receive silver?
When it ceased to pay gold and came to
the silver standard under which a coin
worth sixty cents would pass for a dol-
THE
lar, what about investments? The an
swer that these questions were to re
ceive was foreshadowed long before
President Harrison, who signed the Mc
Kinley law and the Sherman law, left
the white house.
Foreign investments in America were
withdrawn. American securities came
home. Gold contracts became the rage.
Promises to pay were more and more
coupled with the condition that, as
gold had been received, gold should be
paid. Prudent men began to put their
bouses in order, for all signs were por
tentous of an approaching storm Small
investors and depositors took alarm.
If it was good for the rich man to
hoard his money it was good for the
poor man to do the same. Certain
tricks practiced by Secretary Foster in
the bookkeeping of the treasury were
not lost upon the people. By transfer
ring this account or that, by postpon
ing one payment and another, national
bankruptcy was averted from day to
day, but the silver purchases contin
ued and the amount of paper and
silver depending for redemption upon
one hundred million dollars of gold be
came so large that at length a panic
seized upon the people. The banks
were raided, as the treasury itsel
might have been, and it was not until
the Sherman silver purchase law, the
McKiniey law's twin measure, was re
pealed that the alarm was stayed.
The Sherman law bribery of the sil
ver states, with the resulting panic
and the protracted depression, was
protectionism's crowning offense
against the American people. It was
protectionism's confession of ignorance
on every question of finance and econ
omy. It was protectionism's testimony
to its own reckless indifference to the
rights, the welfare of others. It
proved that to save itself or to promote
its own interests protectionism would
stop at nothing financial panics, na
tional bankruptcy, industrial lockouts,
civil war. Is it not time to divorce the
government of the United States from
such a partner? Chicago Herald.
REMNANT.
"Ox to Washington !" Chicago Herald.
PARAGRAPHIC POINTERS.
The wrath of the McKinley
brethren over the latest edition of the
tariff bill is fairly entitled to be con
sidered a good recommendation for
that measure. Boston Herald.
It was somewhat superfluous for
the republican platform of Rhode Island
to class the punishment of McKaneism
among the party triumphs, considering
that the prosecution was instituted by
democrats, conducted by democrats
and the offender sentenced by a demo
cratic judge. Boston Herald.
The call fo a convention of the
republican leagues has a familiar sound,
especially in the dogmatic declaration
as to what "the people," have to do.
"The people" will be heard from in due
time; and the leagues will probably
find that they know their own mind
and business much better than the
leagues do. Detroit Free Press.
The courage of Gov. McKinley is
not quite up to the Coxey test. Wil
liam the Timorous is going to be away
from his post when the army of tatters
starts on its bummer way. The gov
ernor is perfectly willing that respon
sibility should devolve on the sheriff;
and the sheriff will be perfectly will
ing to hand it over to the local chiefs of
police. Great and cowardly is the
political demagogue. Chicago Herald.
A reduction of wages has just
been made in the iron works of Cooper,
Hewitt & Co., at Trenton, N. J. Mr.
Hewitt, one of the proprietors, says in
explanation that the reduction was
made on account of losses suffered
through the business depression, clear
ly traceable, he declares, to the Mc
Kinley bilL "The country could stand
almost anything except a McKinley
bill," he adds. "Ever since the bill
was passed wajes have decreased."
Louisville Courier-Journal.
Iieed's affectation of fear that the
passage of the Wilson bill will not put
an end to uncertainty is indicative of a
purpose to keep up the uncertainty. It
is a republican threat to continue the
tariff agitation for partisan purposes.
It is not patriotic; but nobody expects
patriotism from the ex-epeaker. His
threat is an impotent one. however.
The passage of the Wilson bill will put
it out of the power of Mr. Eeed and his
party to create uncertainty for a good
while to come. Detroit Free Press. i
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE
THE DRUM.
I'm a beautiful red, red drum.
And I train with the soldier boys!
As up the street we come
Wonderful la our noise 1
There's Tom and Jim and Phil
And Dick and Nat and Fred,
W hUe Widow Cutler's Bill
And I march on ahead.
With a rr-rat-tat-tat
And a tum-tttty-um-tum-tum
Oh. there s bushels of fun In that
For boys with a little red drum!
The Injuns came last night
While the soltliers were abed.
And they gobbled a Chinese kite
And off to the woods they fledf
The Troods are tho cherry trees
Down In the orchard lot.
And the soldiers are marching to selxs
The booty the Injuns got
With tum-titty-um-tum-tum.
And r-r-rat-tat-tat.
When soldiers marching come
Injuns had better scatl
Step up titers, ltttle Fred,
And, Charlie, have a mind!
Jim is as far ahead
As you two are behind!
Heady with gun and sword
Ycur valorous work to do
Yonder the Injun horde
Lteth in wait for you.
And their hearts go plttypat
When thoy hear the soldiers come
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum!
Coure it's all In play!
The skulking Injun crew
That hustled the kite away
Arc little white boys, like youl
Uut ' honest" or "just in fun,"
It l" all the same to mc:
And when the battle is won.
Home once again march we
With f-r-rat-tat tat
And tum-titty-um-tum-tum;
And there's glory enough in that
For the boys with tteir little red druml
tucno Field, in Chicago Record.
LAWS OF GRAVITATION.
rb Professor Tolls a Story Showing; That
They Can't lie Trifled With.
"No, young gentlemen," said the
professor, fondly toying as he spoke
with the strings of the Atwood's ma
chine, "no; man cannot trifle with the
laws of gravitation. I once had this
brought very forcibly to my notice;
yes, very forcibly. The story of the
occurrence may be of value to the
class as an illustration. I was camp
ing one summer at the mouth of a
trout stream on Lake Superior. One
day I went up the trail with my rod,
but, rreting with no success, started
back "wn stream. I should say that
the trail ran parallel to the stream for
several miles, crossing it once about
half a mile from the mouth by a log
bridge. This had burned away, but on
my way up I had no difficulty in cross
ing the gorge by a running jump. It
was, however, deep, perhaps sixty feet
or more. As I was retracing my steps
my attention was arrested by light
footfalls behind me, and turning I saw
in the trail a full-grown black bear. I
was naturally eager to secure 6uch a
fine prize, but ray rifle was at the tent,
and I hastened on to procure it. Soon
I noticed that the bear was also has
tening, and I immediately suspected
mischief. I confess that my usually
firm nerves were somewhat shaken by
the thought that he might contem
plate Incorporating me into his anato
my. So I considerably accelerated my
pace and hoped soon to terminate the
chase by a leap across tfre chasm I just
mentioned. At last wa reached the
spot, I jumped over, alighted in safety
on the far bide, and turned with a
smile at my foiled pursuer behind me.
"What was my surprise and anxiety
to see him just taking a short run pre
paratory to following me. Not a mo-
"I HAVE SELDOM BEEN A MOKE
TEELNG BEAK."
FERSE-
ment was to be lost. I pulled myself
together, and we sprang from opposite
banks at the same moment, passed in
mid air and alighted simultaneously
on opposite sides of the river. Again
I saw him prepare to cpring; there was
no alternative. Agan and still again
we made the leap, and at the fifth
crossing the expression of mingled
cunning and ferocity in his eye it
was the left eye, sirs appalled me.
No, gentlemen; I could not see the
other eye, but St doubtless expressed
fixity of purp-ise. I have seldom seen
a more persevering bear. It appalled
I me, ana l was preparea lor acnangeoi
tactics. Sure enough, the infuriated
animal took a longer run, and as we
passe'l he arrested his progress
through the atmosphere, gave a vicious
growl, and aimed a savage blow at my
flying form with his right forepaw.
"lie missed me, and his fate was
sealed. Of course he had never studied
the laws of nature in the light of
modern science, and did not know that
a heavy body arrested in its flight
must falL As I struck the cliff I heard
the bear strike the rocks below with a
eicker.ing thud.
"No; you cannot tamper with the
immutable laws of gravity. I see that
the rrcitation-hour has- expired. You
are dismissed." W. S. Telford, in Les
lie's Weekly t
Woman's Way.
Upon er neighbor s hat she gazed
AHe with look intent.
And in these terms the structure praldi
It's grand magniacent."
Upon Niagara she looked
Au I to her lover said,
A to his arm her own she hooked:
It'a nrettv. ain't 1L Ned?"
EASTER CUSTOMS.
Berne That Will Pleaac tha LJttla Omi mi
Every Family.
Among the customs observed at Eaa
ter by some families, a very pretty one,
where there are a number of children,
is the "Egg hunt." For this purpose
mamma or aunty colors two or three
dozen eggs pink, gTeen, yellow, blue,
etc. and the night before Easter hide
five or six for each child, anywhere,
everywhere, in all sorts of places. In
the morning the children start out on
their hunt. When each child has
found its number, it stops, while the
others still hunt on. This gives tha
children a great deal of pleasure, and
BtDDIE 05T THE NEST.
It Is very interesting to see the little
tots with their aprons f uU of brightly
colored eggs.
There is another pretty way. Have
the colored eggs just the same, but
make a nest and have Kiddie sitting on
it. To do this, take a round box, cover
with white-fringed tissue paper, line
neatly, have a cover just to fit, make a
white tissue paper hen and stuff with
a little cotton wadding. Glue her to
the top and fill in all around her with
fringed tissue paper. Faint her comb
red, her biU yellow. On Easter morn
ing set her on the breakfast table, and
hear what shouts the children wiU
give when told to lift Biddie off and see
if she has laid them an egg.
In a number of Sunday-schools last
year colored eggs were given to each
child in the infant department, and
they pleased wonderfully. These eggs
should be hard boiled, so that if by ac
cident one should be broken no harm
will be done to clothing or furniture.
Millie Abbott, in Good Housekeep
ing. AN ALPHABET PARTY.
Cnlque Fntertainment In Honor of a
Child's First Steps in Learning.
A children's party that will be given
for the first time in this country is be
ing arranged by the wife of one ol
the Central American ministers to the
United States.
It certainly ought to capture the
fancy of United States parents, for
they always take pride in displaying
the early learning of their babies.
The party is called the "Alphabet
party," and is to be given in honor of
the minister's second child, and will
take place as soon as the children can
go out of doors in their new white
party frocks without catching cold.
Madame explained its meaning. In
the country from which they hail the
alphabet party is always an event In a
child's life, and there is a gentle
rivalry among friendly mothers as to
the age at which their children are en
titled to the right to the party.
As soon as a little boy or girl has
mastered the alphabet thoroughly the
party occurs to celebrate the child's ac
complishmenL The table is decorated
with pretty boxes and souvenirs for
the little guests which are always
made at home. The little cakes have
letters in frosting or are made in the
shape of A B C's, and the alphabet
figures in all sorts of devices.
The little hero or heroine has to con
vince the guests that he is master of
the letters, and then comes the inter
esting event of the occasion.
There is a little balloon at hand
waiting. The little alphabet book out
of which the tiny senor or senorita has
learned the letters is shut up in the bal
loon or tied to it, and the balloon is
then set a-flying, and if the alphabet
is thoroughly mastered the balloon
will bear the book faraway, and that's
the last the little son or daughter is
supposed to need of it.
The children themselves are in a
hurry for their alphabet parties, and
the mothers, of course, delight to get
ahead of other mothers even by a few
weeks. Chicago Inter Ocean.
Eagle Caught by a ling.
An Oregon farmer was returning
from meeting one Sunday morning
when his dog started in pursuit of
something on the other side of a wire
fence inclosing a pear orchard. The
farmer jumped over the fence and, to
his surprise, saw an eagle just spread
ing its wings to fly. The dog immedi
ately fastened on to the bird's leg and
the farmer seized it around the neck.
For a few minutes there was a tre
mendous scuffle, but the bird was final
ly scared or choked into submission
and its legs and wings tied with a sec
tion of the wire fence. Then the
farmer carried his capture home, put
it in a cage and now proudly exhibits
it.
l oo tlDch of an Invitation.
Mrs. S. was extremely busy one
morning when her little boy appeared
in the kitchen and asked for something
to eat. He seemed content with her
'Tes. in a minute," and went back to
his play. About ten minutes later she
hurriedly hunted up one of his favorite
cold cakes, and, calling him. said:
"Here, take this and go to Mrs. B.'a
and tell her that I would like to have
her take tea with us at six o'clock to
night." The child trotted off obedi
ently, and, though it was some distance
up the street, he soon came back, and,
gravely returning the cold griddle cake
to his horrified mother, said: "She
didn't want this, but she says she'll
come."
A Particular Doll.
Kittie My new doll has been very
naughty.
Louie What's the matter?
Kittie Well, I don't think she likes
to be called Mary Ann Jane, after the
cook and nurse. Ilarper'a Young
People.
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