Of course, there’» Fattier left, and
of course, when I go back to Ander
sonville this summer, there may lie
something doing there. But I doubt it.
1 forgot to aay 1 haven't heurd from
Father again. 1 answered his Christ
mas letter, as I said, und wrote Just
as nice ns I knew how, and told him
By ¥. A. WALKER
all he asked me to. But he never an
was In spite of uli they said about him
swered, nor wrote again. 1 am dis
Y O U N ( i ST EK’S L ESSO N
—
that he was a silly puppy und did
appointed, I’ll own up. 1 thought he
would write. I think Mother did, too.
OUNG8TER wasn't n little puppy. not seem to learn n thing.
It wna lute In the afternoon one
NLY n relatively small number of
She's asked me ever so many times If
He was past that age, but still he
the 1700.000,(kK) Inhabitants of wus a young dog und had many things day when his mother was sound asleep
1 hadn’t beard from him again. And
she always h»ok» so sort of funny this world are really tuentnily awake, to learn. Mrs. Old Dog. hie mother, und some of the hens were sitting un
when I say no—sort of giud and sorry capable of finding their way through tried her best to teach Youngster the der bushes In the shade thut Young
the labyrinths! professional and busi things that a useful dog should know, ster began running around the burn
together, all In one.
ness avenues to a place of secure In but Youngster thought he knew chasing u rut.
ONE WEEK LATER
When he got behind the bnrn he
dependence.
enough.
forgot
uli about the rat. for there,
When
the
long
shadows
cross
their
It's come—Father's letter. It came
If his mother told him n<>t to run
him from behind a barrel,
last night. Oh, It was short, ami it paths nnd they discover to their dis after the master when he started off looking ut strange «log. Youngster
he
saw
u
may
that
tiie
western
sky
is
darken
didn't say anything about what 1
with n gun he did not pay any atten
wrote. But I was proud of it. Just th«’ Ing, they rub their sleepy eyes und tion, und often got a whipping from harked.
"Hush ! I know when’ there I* •
same. I Just guess 1 was! He didn't ruefully regret the years they have the master for not going buck when he
bone,"
whispered the stranger, 'Come
misspent
in
groping
from
pillar
to
Aunt June to write to Mother, as
told him to.
COPYRIGHT BY ELEANOR H. PORTER get
over
her«
’."
post
without
worthy
accomplishment.
he did before. Am! then, besides, he
Then, too, Youngster would Jump
Youngster wagged his tall In a very
about being afraid of him. And 1 Just must have forgotten ills stars long
They v ere in »lumberland when ths up on folks when they came to the
CHAPTER VI—Continued.
remembered that he’d asked me to enough to think of me a little—for he church bells rang of a Sunday morn farm, and Mrs. Old Dog told him many friendly manner and ran up to tho
"Where la it?" he nuked.
Just like that she Interrupted, and tell him what I did on Christmas day: remembered about the school, and ing; they were In alumberland when times never to make friends with stranger, the
newcomer was n most
and
I
knew
right
off
that
that
would
»he looked so shocked. Then she be
that I couldn’t go there in Anderson In the brilliantly Illuminated ballrooms strangers, and besides with your own thinking
fellow.
be
easy.
Why,
Just
tiie
easiest
thing
generous
they
danced
to
luring
music
with
fair
gan to walk again, up and down, up
ville, am! so he said 1 had better stay
friends It wus very bad manners In-
"Right under that plie of gruss nnd
partners till the east was rosy, and deed to Jump and put muddy paws on
ami down. Then, all of a sudden, she In the world! And so I got out tny a here till It finished.
leaves
and twigs." was the answer.
fresh
sheet
of
paper
and
dipped
another
day
came
gleaming
over
the
flung herself on the couch and began
And I wus so giaii to stay! It made
people's clothen.
"You
will
have to walk right on It and
pen
In
the
Ink
and
began
again.
gorgeous
hilltops
and
smiled
benignly
me very happy—that letier. It mad««
to cry and sob as If her heart would
One day his mother told him Hint paw It over, but it is under there
And this time I didn’t have a bit Mother happy, too. She liked It, and on pale faces nml broken promises.
break. And when I tried to comfort
he must be very careful not to go back somewhere, 1 feel sure"
the
They Wasted drifting days which
her, I only seemed to make it worse, of trouble. I told him all about the she thought It wus very, very kind of
tree
I
had
Christmas
eve,
ami
Youngster did not wait to hear any
Father to be willing to give me up drifted Into wasted years.
for she threw her arms around me
presents, and the little colored lights, almost three whole months of hts six.
more.
Ho rnn straight to the heap
Again
ami
again
they
rubbed
their
and cried:
the fun we had singing and play so I could go to school here. And she melancholy eyes and saw In their
and began puwlng. while Hie stranger
“Oh. my darling, my darling, don’t and
ing games. And then how, on Christ
looked «in with great interest, for It
you see how dreadful It is, how dread mas morning, there was a lovely new said so. She said once to Aunt Hattie last supine effort to reclaim them
was Mr. Fox, you aee, und lie wantM
that she was almost tempted to write selves that they were on tiie liaxy
ful it is?"
snow on the ground, nnd Mr. Easter and thank him. But Aunt Hattie said, borderland of old age, with forty or
to find out for sure If there was a trap
And then is when she began to talk brook came with n perfectly lovely
set
for him, nnd If so he must go
fifty
years
behind
them.
some more about being married, and sleigh nnd two horses to tnke Mother "Pooh," and it was no more than he
around
tho other way that night when
Some
there
«ere,
even
nt
that
late
ought
to
do.
and
that
she
wouldn't
be
unmarried as we were. She held me nnd me to ride, and what a splendid
to
turn
he
cnme
to cnll.
hour
in
life
who
managed
close again anil began to s«>b and cry. time we had. nnd how lovely Mother seen writing to a man who so care-
Youngster hnd not pawed long be
“Oh, my darling, don't you see how looked with her red cheeks and bright fully avoided writing to her. So about, pull themselves together and
fore something »nappe«! und held Idin
snatch themselves from precarious
dreadful it all is—how unnatural It Is eyes, and how, when we got home. Mother didn’t do it, I guess.
fnst by one front pnw. nnd It hurt so
positions, but the numbers were
for us to live—this way? And for Mr. Easterbrook said we looked more
that Youngster's cries must have b«*en
were
light
APRIL
small,
for
their
strokes
you—you po<T child !—what could be like sisters than mother ami daughter,
strong and
heard for a long distune««.
worse for you? And here I am, jeal and wasn’t that nice of him. Of course.
Last week I had to have a new party and their old habits were
"Just ns I smfMM’ted." said Mr. Fox,
hard
to
break.
ous—jealous of your own father, for I told a little more about Mr. Easter dress, and we found a perfect darling
power
and
and
with n bound he was off. for Mrs.
They
lacked
the
staying
fear you'll love him better than you brook, too, so Father’d know who he of a pink silk, all gold beads, and gold
Old Dog nnd all the bens nnd chickens
the
flexibility
of
youth.
do me!
was—a new friend of Mother's that slippers to match. And I knew I'd look
nnd Mr. Rooster came running around
So has fragged the world and so It
He Saw a Strange Dog.
“Oh, I know I ought not to say all I'd never known till I came back this perfectly divine in it; and once Mother
this to you—I know I ought not to. time, anti how he was very rich and a would have got It for me. But not will ever wag until the crack of doom. of the bnrn, for th«« master bad placed the burn to seo what In the world had
if you wish to pick success, plant
huppene«!.
But I cau’t—help It. I want you! I most estimable man. That Aunt Hattie this time. She got a horrid white mus
a trap there for Mr. Fox to step on
The master cnme, too, nnd he
want you every minute; but 1 have said so.
lin with dots in It, and blue silk sash, your orchard while In the full vigor when he came to visit th«« bnrnyard.
Opened
the cruel trap nnd set Young-
of
life
so
that
you
may
gather
the
to give you up—six whole months of
Then I told him that tn the after suitable for a child—for any child.
But Youngster let this advice go In nter free, but the pnw was very pain
fruit and enjoy It while your senses
every year I have to give you up to noon another gentleman came and
Of course. I w as disappointed, and I of appreciation are still keen and one ear and out the other, hs he did ful for some time, nnd while he sat
him. And he's your father, Marie, took us to a perfectly beautiful con- suppose I did show it—some. In fact.
much of the other warnings that hl» In the sun holding it up. his mother
faculties yet alert.
And he's a good man. 1 know he's a cert. And 1 finished up by telling I'm afraid I showed it a whole lot. your
Make friends, but do your own dig mother gave. He began to play and told him mnny things which went In
better
I
know
it
all
tiie
good man.
about the Christmas party in the eve Mother didn't say anything then; but
ut both ears und ntnyetl there, for
now since I've seen—other men. And ning, and how lovely the house looked, on the way home in the car she put ging, your own pruning nnd your own forgot all about It.
watering, if your friends scoff at your
Youngster hnd beard a great deal when he recovered Youngster was a
I ought to teU you to love him. But and Mother, and that they said I her arm aroumi me and said:
industry’, dig all the harder, think about Mr. Fox, but no on«« had sulil wise dog nnd never gave his mother
I'm so afraid—you'll love him better looked nice, too.
“I’m sorry about the pink dress, harder and keep at your work In heat how he looked. He thought of course or the innster cause to cnll him a silly
than you do me, and want to leave—
And that was all. And when I had dear. I knew you wanted it. But it
he would know this bad fellow when puppy again. But It took a very pain
cold.
me. And I can’t give you up ! I can't got it done, I saw that 1 had written was not suitable at all for you—not and
Seek the counsel of those who came he met him, und of course Youngster ful lesson to make him wise, don't you
give you up 1”
letter,
a
great
long
letter.
And
until you’re older, dear. Mother will
a long
so?
Then I tried to tell her, of course, I was almost afraid it was too long, have to look out that her little daugh here before you, your father and Intended to catch him and show hit think
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that she wouldn’t have to give me up. till I remembered that Father had ter isn’t getting to be vain, and too mother, for they know where your mother and the master how smart he
feet are likely to slip an«! your Judg
and that I loved her a whole lot bet
fond of dress.”
ment Is liable to err.
ter than I did Father. But even that
YOUR^How to Read Your
I knew then, of course, that it was
Do these things without turning
didn’t comfort her, 'cause she said I
just some more of that self-discipline either to the right or the left and
THE RIGHT THING
ought to love him. That he was lone
UAMH TJCharaetorUtlss
business.
nothing save death can stop you In
some and needed me. He needed me
an¿ Tsndsacios — tho
at the
But Mother never used to say any the ultimate realization of your fond
Just as much as she needed me, and
Capsbiiitio* or Woak-
thing about self-discipline.
est dreams, and the fine achievement»
RIGHT TIME
maybe more. And then she went on
Is she getting to be like Aunt Jane? of which you are capable.
again about how unnatural and awful
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it was to live the way we were living.
ONE WEEK LATER
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And she called herself a wicked wom
She Is.
an that she’d ever allowed tilings to
ILLNESS SHOWN IN THE HAND
TIIE FRIENDLY BOW
I know she Is now.
get to such a pass. And she said if
I'm learning to cook—to cook! And
she could only have her life to live
NERVOUS complaint, left ns th«
HE truly gracious woman 1» never
it’s Mother that says I must. She told
over again she’d do so differently—oh,
aftermath of an Illness, 1» in
niggardly
with
friendly
bow».
She
Aunt Hattie—I heard her—that she As the rosy beam» of morning herald
so differently.
dicated
in the hand by a branch ris
childhood'» happy day».
does not save such form of recogni-
thought every girl should know how to
Then she began to cry again, and
And the shielding clouds of noontide
ing
from
a black spot on the Une of
tion
for
persons
she
meets
socially
cook and keep house; and that if she
guard ita youth from folly's way»;
I couldn't do a thing with her; and,
life.
Inspect
tiie, mount of tiie moon
had learned those things when she 8o the grander clouds of evening, with or for j>ersons whom she ha« met for
of course, that worked me all up and
their light» and »hades sublime.
mally. Especially in a fairly small for u spot that Is marked clearly, and
was a girl, her life would have been
I began to cry.
Speak a broader, deeper knowledge, and
community she makes a point always note whether the skin of tiie hand Is
quite different, she was sure.
a manhood's nobler prime;
She stopped then, right off short,
to say good morning to the sale* peo- dry and covered with a network of
I
am
learning
at
a
domestic
science
Then the twilight of life’s seasons calmly
and wiped her eyes fiercely with her
ple she deals with and if she meets lines. In that case, disease of the
school, and Mother Is going with me.
come and calmly go;
wet ball of a handkerchief. And she
Happy they for whom its storm cloud»
in the street a salesman or saleswom nervous system, of varying degrees of
I
didn
’
t
mind
so
much
when
she
said
asked what was she thinking of, and
can a »liver lining »how.
an with whom she has had frequent seriousness, may lie suspected. If the
she'd go, too. And, really, it is quite
didn't she know any better than. to
business dealings she greets with a nails are moderately long. but wide
a
lot
of
fun
—
really
It
is.'
But
it
Is
SEASONABLE GOOD THINGS
talk like this to me. Then she said,
bow. Tills she does whether »lie 1S( und bluish in tint, there Is danger of
queer—Mother and I going to school
come, we'd go for a ride.
nervous prostration.
together to learn how to make bread
HIS is the time to prepare relishes, alone or with others.
And we did.
An Islam! on the Une of the head.
and cake and boll potatoes! And, of
Some people I know of think that with the third angle of the triangle
preserves, Jellies and conserves.
And all the rest of that day Mother
course. Aunt Hattie laughs at us. But
this is a lowering of dignity. The fact (tiie intersection of the Une of health
was so gay and lively you'd think she
I don’t mind. And Mother doesn’t,
is that it is Just tiie opposite. If you and the Une of life) badly forme«!,
White Relish.
didn’t know how to cry.
either. But, oh, how Aunt Jane would
Chop four quarts of cabbage, a pass frequently by the stand of a cer and with small Unes cutting tiie Une
Now, wasn’t that funny?
love It, if she only knew!
quart of celery, one quart of white tain traffic policeman you should make of life. Is an Indication of neuralgia.
Of course, I shall answer Father’s
stringless beans cut in bits, one quart It a habit to bow to him In a friendly
letter right away, but I haven’t the
If tiie nails are short, flat nnd thin.
MAY
of silver-skinned onions chopped, manner. In a very small town where and of triangular shape, nnd If all the
faintest Idea what to say.
What do you suppose I am learning Sprinkle all the vegetables with suit, the street railway system consist« of principal lines of the palm are poor*
ONE WEEK LATER
now?
You'd never guess. Stars. Yes, except the onions, using a cupful of a few cars and a handful of conduc ly marked, a diposition to paralysis
So I Sent It Off.
stars! And that is for Father, too.
cold water to cover. Let stand over tors and motormen it 1« customary Is to be feared. And If there Is a
I answered it—Father’s letter, I asked me for It; he had asked me to
Mother came into my room one day night. In the morning drain, add tiie to bow to the conductors whom you star nt the end of the Une of fate,
mean—yesterday, and it's gone now. tell him all about what I did on Christ with a book of Grandfather's under
onions and put over tiie fire; add one have encountere«! day after day. Men with a star also at the end of the Une
But I had an awful time over it. I
her arm. She said it was a very won cupful of fresh-grated horseradish, one and women with gracious manner al of life In both hands, we may prog
mas
day.
Just didn’t know what in the world
derful work on astronomy, and she ounce each of mustard seed and celery ways speak or bow to the elevator nosticate death by paralysis.
So I sent It off.
to say. I’d start out all right, and I'd
was sure I would find It interesting. seed, three cupfuls of sugar and a attendant who dally tak«1« them to
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think I was going to get along beauti MARCH
She said she was going to read it piece of white ginger root. Cover with the floor of their place of business.
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fully. Then, all of a sudden. It would
The fact Is thut right through your
Yes, I know it's been quite a while, aloud to me an hour a day. And then, good vinegar and cook until the vege-
A Little Nation.
come over me, what I was doing-
“Whnt’s the population of your
writing a letter to my father! And I but there hasn’t been a thing to say— when I got to Andersonville and tables are tender, then put into jurs. day as you go about your own town
be it small or large there are doz country?"
could imagine Just bow he'd look when nothing new or exciting, I mean. Father talked to me, I'd know some
ens of occasions when you should bow
Green Relish.
he got it, all stern'and dignified, sit There’s just school, and the usual thing. And he'd be pleased.
“Five million."
And so, for ’most a week now, Moth
Take two quarts each of green to- in a friendly manner. There Is the
"Why, you maintain an army of 0O0,-
ting in his chair with his paper-cutter; things, only Mr. Easterbrook doesn’t
and I'd imagine his eyes looking down come any more. (Of course, the vlo er has read to be an hour a day out mat«>es and cabbage chopped, one little woman huddled on the corner 000 men."
"Well, we have to provide some di
and reading what I wrote. And when llnlst hasn’t come since that day he of that astronomy book. Then we talk quart of green cucumbers, one quart from whom you buy your evening pa
I thought of that, my pen Just wouldn't proposed.) I don’t know whether Mr. about it. And it is interesting. Moth of green peppers and a few white rad per, the ice man who brings tiie ice, version for our king. He doesn't care
er says it is, too. She says she wishes
Place the vege the vegetable peddler. These people much about golf or motoring."—Bir
go. The idea of my writing anything Easterbrook proposed or not. I only she'd known something about astrono ishes, all chopped.
know
that
all
of
a
sudden
he
stopped
tables In a stone Jar and pour over you do not know socially. You may mingham Age-Herald.
my father w=ould want to read!
my when she was a girl; that she's them enough cold water to cover; add even feel quite superior to them. But
And so I'd try to think of things that coming. I don’t know the reason.
I don’t overhear so much as I used sure it would have made things a a cupful of salt. Let stand overnight it does not mean that you should fail
I could write—big things—big things
that would interest big men: About to, anyw’ay. Not but that I'm in the whole lot easier and happier all and drain off the water. Put three to speak to them or to greet them with
the President and our-country-’tis-of- library w indow-seat Just the same; but around, when she married Father; for quarts of vinegar In n kettle, add three a sincere how of friendliness when
thee, and the state of the weather 'most everybody that comes in looks then she would have known some cupfuls of sugar, three small bags of you see them.
there right off; and, of course, when thing about something he was inter spice containing one ounce each of all (© 1912 by McClure Newepaper Syndlcete.)
and the crops. And so I’d begin:
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“Dear Father: I take my pen in they see me they don’t hardly ever ested in. She said she couldn’t help spice, pepper, cloves, mace, celery and
go on with what they are saying. So that now, of course; but she could see mustard seed.
vinegar
Spoiled It All.
hand to inform you that—’’
Cover
with
Then I’d stop and think and think, it just naturally follows that I don’t that I knew something about such and cook until the vegetables are ten-
Ethel
—
Stella's
marriage was a fail
things.
and chew my pen-handle. 1 hen I d overhear tilings as I used to.
und
can
der.
Add
more
salt
If
needed
ure.
It seems so funny to hear her talk
Not that there’s much to hear,
put down something. But It was aw
in Jars.
Clara—Yes; I understand her hus
ful, and I knew it was awful. So I'd though. Really, there just isn’t any such a lot about Father as she does,
band's
wealthy father married again.
when
before
she
never
used
to
men
thing going on, and tilings aren’t half
have to tear it up and begin again.
Pickled Mushrooms.
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tion
him
—
only
to
say
how
afraid
she
so
lively
as
they
used
to
be
when
Mr.
Three times I did that; then I began
Gather
the
sinall-slzed
button
mush-
was
that
I
would
love
him
better
than
to cry. It did seem ns if I never could Easterbrook was here, and all the
room«, peel and cook, adding one cup
write that letter. Once I thought of rest. They’ve all stopped coming, now, I did her, and to make me say over ful of vinegar to a quart of mush
A LINE 0’ CHEER
and
over
again
thi.t
I
didn't.
And
I
'most.
I
’
ve
about
given
up
ever
having
asking Mother what to say, and get
rooms,
salt
and
spices
to
taste.
Sim
said so one day to her—I mean, I said
ting her to help me. Then I remem a love story of Mother's to put in.
By John Kendrick Bangs.
And mine, too. Here I am fifteen I thought it was funny, the way she mer until the mushrooms are tender,
bered how she cried and took on and
then can boiling hot.
now.
next
month,
going
on
sixteen.
(Why,
talked
said things when the letter carne, and
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
talked about how dreadful and un that brook and river met long ago!)
Sweet Cider.
THE VOICE OF CHEER
But
Mother
Is
getting
to
be
almost
as
natural It all was, nnd how she wns
As Times Change.
Any
surplus
apples may be put
bad
as
Aunt
Jane
was
about
my
re
Jealous for fear I d love Father better
"Do you remember tiie old stories
HEN day» are dark, and
than I did her. And I was afraid she'd ceiving proper attentions from young about the boy who went to the great through the meat grinder, th«- Juice
wind« are chill.
squeezed
out
through
a
bag,
then
If
men.
Oh.
she
lets
me
go
to
place«,
a
do it ngnln, and so I didn’t like to ask
And life seem» »turk with
city
and
came
back
home
Just
in
time
boiled
and
bottled
hot
will
never
fer
little, with the boys at school; but I
pressing 111,
her. And so I didn’t do it.
to pay off the mortgage on the farm?” ment.
This Is especially good for
Deep In my soul I neem to hear
Then, after a time, I got out his let always have to be chaperoned. And
“Yes,” replied Farmer Corntossel. mincemeat, adding a little to the pies
A voice unroll that sing» of cheer.
ter and read it again. And all of a whenever are they going to have a "It's different now.
When a boy when they are being made.
And light» the way through which
chance
to
say
anything
really
thrilling
sudden I felt all warm nnd happy,
I grope
leaves the farm the home folks have
with
Mother
or
Aunt
Hattie
right
at
Unto a day of peace and hope.
Juxt as I did when I first got ft; nml
to
hold
themselves
in
readiness
to
go
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■ome way I was back with him in the rny elbow? Echo answers never! So to town and help him out with his rent
observatory and he was telling me all I've about given up that's amounting and his grocery bUL"
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»bout the stars. And I forgot all to anything, either.
Something to
Think About
ELEANOR H. PORTER
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