ID you ever atop to think how
pussy feels when you no away
and phut her up In th hnu.'e?
D
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cute cat, tokl by herself In tht
Ixindon Telegraph:
There's the doir shut now. I supprss
they're all away. Vim, that's the cab now.
Oh, I'm In a rune. Mamma said: "Thut's
the worst of spending holidays with rela
tives; you can't take your live stork."
"Uf stock," Indeed! I'll Just have a
good old liowl.
Mawawow-ow-ow!
Don't tin Hilly. What's the Rood of howl
Inn when It don't annoy anybody? I'd like
to know who's going to feed me. The per
son from next door, I suppose. Well, I
don't like her. I'll terrify her when she
comes In.
Now, what on earth can I do? Oh, here's
a Jiisr of cream. What a nuisance! The
neck's too narrow. I wonder If I cou'd put
my hand Inside; I'll try. Oh, now I've
broken It. Well, It serves them right for
leaving me.
lUially, they seem to have a peculiar ld-a
of my value. Fancy leaving a prise Per
slan unprotected to the mercy of a neigh
bor! I could howl again. Mawawow-ow-ow.
Oh, here she's coming In. I'll sit on the
dresser and glare at her.
Good morning, Mrs. Hmlth. Oh, you may
well look scared. I can scratch. What's
she saying?
"I don't like the look of that beast. He
has nnstv yellow eyes. I wish he wouldn't
look at me. I think I'll run In for Tommy."
If she fetches Tommy Bmlth Inside this
door I'll go for him.
That's rnther a nice little green leaf In
the vase. I'll hsve a bit. My! It's tough.
There, I've broken It. Well. It serves them
right for leaving me Alia! here's Tommy.
I'ht, pht! Bssgrrrrr!
"Oh, the fiend, the tiger! He's scratched
Tommy. I'll wire to Mrs. Jones to come
for him. He's not safe."
Hurrah! That's done the trick. Now
mamma will come, home nnd take me with
the rest of the family. I must do some
thing mud. Here's the durnlng bug. I love
wool. I'll wind a few bu!ln round the table.
Now, where did Mrs. Hmlth put the milk?
In Ihe blue tureen? Bhe might have known
I could lift tlio lid. Mother. I've pulled It
all over. It does look a bit messy, but It
serves them right for leaving me.
Thut's the key In the door. Has Mrs.
Bmlth ventured back? No, It's mamma.
ITrrrr!
"My sweetest wee possum. Was It left
by Itself, then, with a nasty old neighbor!
Pld It miss it's mammy, then?"
Quito delighted, quite delighted, mamma.
Do go into the dining room. No, not ths
kitchen, It's so cold. Gracious! If she sees
ths mess I'll get spanked.
"Poor wee lovie, then, could It drink
some cream?"
Prrrrrrrr!
She Ksrw How.
He was a curly headed hoy with life be
fore him. Bhe was a little girl with a
saucy pug nose, but wise. It would seem,
beyond her years. The fact that she was
nursing a doll with eyes that opened and
hut with a click may have bven his in
spiration. "Bay, sister, I t'ink I'd get married If I
knew how."
"Oh, that easy," replied the owner of
the pug none. Klrst. you buy a diamond
ring and give It to her; then you buy a
gold ring, liko mamma's got, and give that
to her. And than you must buy her a
watch for her birthday."
An what she give me?" expectantly
asked tho lit lie chap.
12m. "Pw W W
"Why, ntithln", of course," smartly re
plied his little companion.
"Bay, sister," he added, "I guess I won't
marry."
81. Halertlay.
Oh, Friday night's the queen of nights, be
cause it ushers in
The Feast of good Bt. Saturday, when
studying la a sin;
When ptudylng la a sin, boys, and we may
go to play
Not only in the afternoon, but all the live
long day.
St, B.itnrdny so legends say lived in the
ages when
The use of li isure still was known and cur
rent among men;
Full seldom and full slow he tolled, and
even as he wrought
He'd sit him down and rest awhile. Im
mersed In pious thought.
He loved to fold his good old arras, to cross
III good old knees,
And In u famous elbow-chair for hours he'd
take his ease;
He had a word for old and young, and
when the village boys
Came out to play, he'o smile on them and
never mind the noise.
Bo when his time came, honest man, the
neigh bors all declared
That one of keener Intellect could better
have been spared;
Hy young and old his loss was mourned In
cottage and In hall.
For if he'd done them little good, he'd done
no harm at all.
In time they made a saint of him, and
Issued a decree
Since he had loved bis ease so well, and
lieon so glad to see
The children frolic round him and to smile
upon their play
That school boys for his sake should have
a weekly holiday.
They gave his name unto the day, that as
the years roll by
HIh memory might still be green; and
that's the reason why
We speak his name with gratitude, ami
oftener by far
Than that cf any other saint In all the
calendar.
Then, lads and lassies, great and small,
give ear to what 1 say
Itefraln from work on Saturdays as strictly
as you may;
Bo shall the saint your patron be and prof
iler an you un
Ana when examination
ins come he'll see you
safely through.
St. Nicholas.
Where the Fireflies Come From.
Once iipon a time, many centuries ago,
a woodchoppcr. returning nt dusk from his
long day's labor, saw, ua he passed through
the forest, a soft-shining light on a bam
boo branch.
Surprised, he hastened toward it and
found thero a tiny baby girl surrounded
by a radiance like moonlight.
Now the woodchoppcr and his wife were
often sad because they had no little one of
their own, nnd the baby was carried to
their humble home, where you may be eure
she had the most loving attention.
She grew rapidly and the light that the
woodchoppcr had seen around her when he
found her In the forest grew brighter and
brlghte- until at night the whole cottage
w.is flllea with Its glow.
It even shone through the paper screens
that formed three of the outside walls of
the cottage for all this happened In Japan,
where the houses are made of bamboo and
paper screens.
People called the little girl by the pretty
name of Princess Moonlight, for, as they
aw the light about her Increase, they
knew that she must be a moon-child.
The woodchoppcr and his wife felt very
sad. They knew It was not often a moon
child came to the earth, and, when It did,
it was obliged to go back to Mother Moon
when 20 years old.
Years passed, and Princess Moonlight,
now a lovely young woman, sat on the
veranda one dark night, shedding a soft
light all about her.
It happened that that very night the em
peror and his courtiers were returning from
a clay's sport In the forest. Afar off they
saw what seemed like moonlight, and, filled
with wonder, they went to see what It
could 1, for the moon would not be up for
several hour3.
When the emperor beheld the beautiful
maiden In the midst of the light he fell in
love with her at once, nnd begged her to
be his wife. Hut alas! though the princess
loved him dearly she knew that she could
never be bis queen, and that In three days
ihe must leave the earth forever.
The emperor was filled with grief when
she explained to him that she was a moon
child, and he sent his courtiers home; but
he himself stayed with the princess, dread
ing to leave her for even a single hour,
knowing how soon he must part from her
forever.
The last night came all too quickly, and
Mother Moon sent down her moonbeams
that were to carry the princess away. The
emperor clasped his arms about her, and,
though he held her firmly, the moonbeims
drew her nway from him. Vp she floated,
her tears falling back to earth all the way,
until she was folded close to the heart of
Mother Moon.
But from every tear that fell bnck to
earth wings sprang, nnd the shining tears
flew here and there, looking for the em
peror: end still are they searching for him,
though he died, an old. old man, long ago.
And people call those tears fireflies. Ohio
State Journal.
The Little Old l.ady.
Once a little old lady lived near a wood.
She loved the birds and the squirrels.
Kvery morning she threw out crumbs for
the birds to eat. She also gave com and
nuts to the squirrels. One day she saw
two of the birds building a nest. Then
she put bits of wool and cotton on a branch
of a tree.
She even put some of her own Boft, white
hair upon the tree How glad the birds
were! They put the hair Into the very
best place In tho nest.
"There Is no other nest so dear as ours
In all the woods," they said to each other.
Ono day the little old lady put some
corn on the doorstep. Then she sat down
to wait. It was very still. She sat there
for a long time. AH this time Frisk, the
squirrel, rat on the stone wall and looked
at her.
He saw the corn, but nt first he did not
dare to go upon the doorstep.'
"She Is a. kind old lady," thought he.
"I am sure she will not hurt me. I think
she wants me to come."
So Frisk came slowly up to the doorstep.
At last he came up close to her.
Soon his little cheeks were full of com.
Then he ran away, but he soon came back.
After this Frisk and the little old lady
were the very best of friends.
Height of the ( loads.
Some observations recently made In India
answer partially questions often asked
about the height of clouds. At Simla ob
servatory. In India, a scries of photogram
metric measurements have been made dur
ing a period of twenty months, and the
results are reported In "The Indian Me
teorological Memoirs." Simla has an ele
vated situation on a mountain ridge, and
the observatory Is placed at an altitude
of 7,224 feet, which Is above the ordinary
lower clouds. Hence the observations made
relate to the lofty cirrus clouds, the mean
height of which above Simla, in forty-seven
measurements, was found to be 30,440
feet,, or nearly six miles. The maximum
was 28.440 feet. Of the thicker cumulus
clouds the mean waa 7,304 feet over a mile
and a third and the maximum was 14,318
feet. In the warmer climate of Simla
these figures are naturally larger than
would be given by average measurement
of the altitude of American clouds.
Plenty of Born.
"Grandpa," said the children, "tell ua
another story about: the time when yoa
wsre a young man and traveled with the
Bhow."
"Well," said Grandpa Putton. "when I
wis with Nixon & Kemp's circus forty
or fifty years ago, one of my great acta
was to get a boy to put an apple on top
of his head, and then I would stand ten
pac?s away and shoot a ride ball through
it."
"But didn't you sometimes miss the apple
and shoot the boy?"
"Not often, but It happened once in a
while, of course."
"What did you do then?" they asked
breathk-ssly.
"Do?" said Grandfather Putton, shrug
ging bis shoulders. "Why, sometimes I
ba3 to wait two or three minutes before I
could find another boy, but not often.
There was always plenty cf boys."
A Heap of Penalea.
Purtng the past riv years tne mint In
Philadelphia has ground out S.OOO.OOO.SM
pennies. Between July 1, 1902, and June 1,
1901, fa.fiO0.0fX pennies were coined.
If all these pennies were collected In a
heap it would make quite a mountain. It
would take a good many Eiffel towers to
reach as high, for It would not be lesa
than 2,400 miles from the bottom penny to
tho top penny. .
From his present stock of pennies Uncle
Sam would be able to give each child In
the world 10 copper keepsakes and have
enough left over to fill a good-sized sav
Ings bank besides.
An Unsentimental Fence
Representative Joseph Sibley of Pennsyl
vania, the millionaire oil man and horse
man, who came to congress once as a dem
ocrat and returned the next session as a
republican, has a beautiful summer home
on the shore of Lake Champlaln, not far
from Plattsburg, N. Y.
It is Sibley's delight to take a party of
congressional friends up to Luke Cham
plain with him and keep them as long a
they will stay.
John Sharpe Williams, the Mississippi
statesman, was one of Sibley's guests and
never ceased to talk of the t,eauties of the
place.
On a dull day In the latest session cf
congress Williams wrote busily ut his desk
for an hour and then walked over to Sib
ley. "Joe," he said, "here's some poetry I't
written about that place of yours."
"Let's see it," demanded Sibley.
"It's about a pair of lovers sitting on
the fence in your park, repeating their
vows while the moon rises over the lake."
Sibley laughed immoderately. "It can't
be done," he gasped.
Why not?" asked Williams Indignantly.
"Are the residents of that region so lost
to sentiment that such an episode Is Im
possible?" "It Isn't thit," Sibley replied, between
laughs, "but, you see, all my fence, is made
of barbed wire." Saturday Evening Post.
Wasn't that Kind?
"Oh, John!" exclaimed the better half
of the combine, as her husband staggered
up the front steps, "I do hope you will
swear off at the beginning of the new
year."
"Not on your (hie) tintype m'dear," re
plied the jovial John. "I got my (hlc)
faults, all rt but betcher life I ain't ne
(hie) quitter." Chicago News.
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