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THE SUSTDAT OJSJSGOSTIAu POBTXxAlsI, JT-EBKUAITr 10. 3iS95.
Tls Bald that "all things come to him who
wait,'
Bat half the -world is waiting all In vain.
TVPhlle those who Trait Insistent at the gates
Of Opportunity admittance sain.
This Is an ago of action, and no eon
Of Adam may sit down -with folded arms,
for Fame and Fortune raust be trttoed and won.
Like mortal maidens conscious of their
charme.
He who would hat e these things that most men
prize
Must on Life's rugged highway take his place,
And run half way to meet them otherwise
Some one more fleet of foot will win the race.
So sp and doing, then; let lethargy
No longer hold thee helpless in the cruh;
The door that separates snecess from thee
Doth bear but this laconic legend "Push!"
Stanislaus.
'erica's
'PossUip k)t
'Merica -whacked off great junks of fat
lightwood from the big1 tree Tvhlch sprawl
ed Its length across the cotton teds and
then proceeded to reduce them to more
slender, convenient-sized pieces. Suzanne
"SPEEEETS!
and Trinket looked on, Trinket -with par
ticular interest, because she knew that
'Merica was selecting those pieces of light
wood to go 'possum hunting with and that
she would play a conspicuous part in the
proceedings. Tne evening was cold. 'Mer
lca's torn shirt-sleevo flopped disconso
lately with every movement and his bare
feet wore gray from exposure, as were Su
zanne's, whose scant little homespun dret-s
M-arcely seemed comfortable in such
weather.
The fortunes of the Todd family were
not in the ascendant. 'Merlca's mother
had been ailing, and her baby bad been
ailing for several weeks, and not long
since the sheriff had come and carried off
his father to the county jail. It depended
on 'Merica's energy whetner the family
got anything to eat or not, and whether
they had wood to burn. Suzanne waited,
on her mother and tried to cook the food
that her brother provided. 'Merica was
11 years old, and Suzanne was G.
Three or four boys went 'possum hunt-
'XERICA'S FIND.
ing that night asd three dogs besides
Trinket.
'Merica was the smallest of the boys,
but he posseted a quality that made
him welcorae among thorn. He had what
thoy called grit. 'Twas he who suggested
that they hunt down the creek toward
Uncle Jupiter's cabin, a place that all the
negroes on the plantation avoided because
It was said to be haunted.
Ucle Jupiter had always kept away
iroa the other tenants, never going to
vhurch or attending any of their gather
ings. He and his wife eeked out their
scanty income by making baskets and
fishing. The old man died quite suddenly;
while standing knee deep in mud, fishing
cane in hand, there in the thick, shadow
of the swamp, and be was not found until
his lingers had stiffened round the pole
they gra&ped and his form grown rigid
and inflexible. He was known to be a pro
fane man, and this fact coupled with the
strange manner of his taking off had in
vested his former haunts with uncanny
associations. His wife had moved away,
pad for two years no one had lived la the
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cabin. In spite of themselves the hunters
all felt a little less light of heart as they
approached the dismal spot.
i Even the fact that Trinket's voice was
? distinctly barking, "Here's one," "Here's
I one," as she stared eagerly up into the top
I of a big sweet-gum tree, could not prevent
their looking askance at the small frame
building plainly outlined against the night.
They could see that the end window was
open and a sound other than Trinket's
barking smote upon their ears.
"Listen!" said Nunnie Howe, as the
party halted on the edge of the overgrown
rice patch which' intervened between
them and the cabin. "Can't you fellers
hear something?"
A peculiar grating sound, like a chain
being dragged over bare boards, was dis
tinctly heard.
The boys stood riveted to the spot, more
interested in puzzling out that sound than
in getting the bewildered 'possum that the
dogs had treed.
A" second later the clanking noise was
repeated.
It came from the cabin, of tljat they
felt assured, and while they looked in
amazement something white flitted before
the open window. Nunnie Howe gave a
snort of terror and plunged away through
the swamp, waiting at a little distance to
see what the other would do. "Let's fire
at It," said the only one of the party who
carried a gun, but no voice responded. All
eyes were fired upon the square of deeper
gloom which, showed the open window,
back of which a white object was slowly
growing bigger and whiter, looming up
larger and larger. The clank of that
mysterious chain was heard again in the
meantime, and the superstitious hunters
stampeded from the spot.
"Golly! but dat was a spirit dat time
sure enough!" said April Iseeck, gasping
for breath as the party paused for the
first time in an open clearing a mile away;
and all agreed that they wouldn't go back
to that place again for all the coons and
possums in the woods.
All, that is, but 'Merica he determined
to go back there the very next day and
get some gourds to make his martin
house. He was trying hard to raise some
chickens, and nearly every day a hawk
would swoop down and steal a little chick
right before his eyes. If he put up a
martin house the martins would beat the
hawk off, and he had heard that there
were always plenty of gourds by Uncle
Jupiter's cabin.
The next morning when the sun was
out bright, he took Suzanne with him for
company and started in search of the
gourds. He would not let Trinket go
with them, because he thought she might
barkatthe spirits and disturb them, a de
cision which she resented very much.
'Merica was feeling very downcast be
cause some men had told him that his
father was pretty certain to go to the
penitentiary for two years. 'Merlca's
father, Nat Todd, was accused of break
ing Into his landlord's house and robbing
his store of a large quantity of goods the
same night. He claimed to be innocent,
but circumstances were against him, and
'Merica wondered what they were to do
if the head of the family had to stay
away so long.
Merica did not tell Suzanne what he
had seen the night of the hunt, the party
had agreed to keep matters secret, but he
kept his eyes and ears on the alert, and
told his sister to be quiet and walk quick
ly when they approached the place.
The window of the house was shut this
time; however, he heard no peculiar
noises, and, gaining confidence from the
bright sunshine and the companionship
of Suzanne, who did not realize that
there was anything to fear, he ventuted
quite near the cabin, and even walked
into the old garden patch through a gap
in the paling. Various signs which he
noticed about the outside of the house
made him think it was occupied, still, he
couldn't think who by, for everyone in
that neighborhood was known.
There were plenty of lopg-necked gourds
of all sizes lying about, some still at
tached to the shriveled vines, and he and
Suzanne soon supplied themselves with
enough for a very generous-sized martin
house. They had got clear of the dreaded prem
ises without any adventure when 'Merl
ca's sharp eye spied out something that
proved of the greatest benefit to him and
his family. He saw peeping out from be
neath a heap of pine straw a piece of
blue striped homespun, which he soon dis
covered to be the end of a whole bolt.
Quickly delving into the heap he found
three or four more bolts like It, and though
staggering under the weight he carried
them at once to Mr. Fanning, the pro
prietor of the store that had been robbed.
"You say you found these beneath some
straw by Jupiter's old cabin?" asked that
gentleman looked interestedly at the boy's
excited face.
"Yes, sir; and dare's more like dat "dare
yet. I tink dere's somebody libbln' een
dat house right now."
"Somebody living there?" repeated the
gentleman, "what makes you think so?"
"I see where water been dash on de
ground dls mawnin on dat side where de
sun ain't git round to yet. And I notice
where wood been drag een trough de
porch; den us hear voice dere when us
was possum huntin' t'other night."
Investigation proved that two escaped
convicts had been Inhabiting the haunted
cabin. It was to their interest to make
people dread the spot, and they resorted
to all sorts of devices to keep up the
mystery-
They, with two negroes from an ad
jo.i Ur county, had robbed the Fanning
hciQ and store, and Nat Todd had had
nothing to do with it. The homespun
that 'Merica found was some of the
stolen goods which they were afraid to
dispose of for fear of detection.
Merlca's father was released from jail
and given a job which paid him good
wages and raised the fortunes of the fam
ily. 'Merlca's father built him a pretty
martin house of Uncle Jasper's gourds,
letting them hang from cross pieces
nailed to a high, straight pole, the small
gourds at the very top, the bigger ones
lower down. Many martins live there
now, going in and out or tneir cozy
houses all day. and they fight the hawks
so vindictively that not one dares to ven
ture near 'Merlca's chickens. The mar
tins are like 'Merica, small, but plucky.
OLIVE F. GUNBY.
SAVED BY AN ICE-BOAT.
By IV. J. llcndersou.
"I don't see any use of it. anyhow."
That was what Harry Swift's raothar
said to him when he came home from an
afternoon on the river with his iceboat.
"Did you see me beat the 2:15 express
down this afternoon?" cried Harry. "Why
mother, I just ran away from her, and
she was doing a good forty-an-hour, too."
"It isn't hurting your health yet, Harry
but I'm afraid you'll break your neck at
it."
"But, mother, there's danger of getting
hurt In almost any sport that's good for
anything."
"Well, Harry." said Mrs. Swift with a
sigh, "I suppose you must have your own
way."
Harry Swift, who had the previous win
ter visUed a friend living at a famous ice
yachting town, had brought back the
plans for a boat and had introduced the
pastime. There were several boats on
the river now, but so far Harry's had
proved to be the fastest and he was the
most skilled and daring Ice-boatman of
the place.
He had several times beaten the express
which passed without stopping at 3.15
and once lie had mads the run between
his home and the next town, a distance of
seven miles, in six minutes.
About a week after the conversation be
tween Harry and his mother a storm
arose. It was said afterward that It was
the most terrific that had visited that re
gion in 0 years. The wind roared down
the ri-er valley at the rate of 50 miles an
hour, uprooting trees, overturning chim
neys and throwing down telegraph poles.
Snow fell fast and furiously, and on the
third day of the storm the snow turned to
rain. In the morning the wind shifted
and the weather became intensely cold.
The great weight of snow, soaked with
rain and then frozen, played havoc with
trees and telegraph wires. The wind con
tinued to blow fiercely, though its direc
tion was now directly across, instead of
down the river.
"I wonder when this is going to let up,"
said Harry.
"I thought there was never too much
wind for you to go ice-boating," said his
mother.
"It isn't the wind, mother; it's the mis
erable state of the ice. The snow and
rain are all frozen on top of it, and it's
too rough to sail on."
Harry's mother was not sorry to hear
that. In the afternoon Harry went "down
to the station to hear the news about dam
age along the river.
"I can tell you something about up the
river," said the station master, ''because
' FLYING THROUGH THE STOEiT.
I've got one wire working between here
and Helmsburg; but I have no connec
tion down, and that would be pretty bad
In case of accident on the line."
"Pretty near time for the 3:-J3, isn't it?"
asked Harry-
"Yes, but she was five minutes behind
today 40 miles above here. I shall not
hear from her again till she goes through
Helmsburg. Hello, here it is now!"
The agent listened to the ticking of the
telegraph instrument for a few moments
and then said:
"She's had to stop at Helmsburg to cool
off a hot box, and she's lost five minutes
more. That's bad."
"Why?"
"Because it makes things uncertain
about her passing the up accommodation
which she meets at Colbyvllle. But I
suppose they'll order her to stop here and
wait."
"How long does it take her to come
down here from Helmsburg?"
"Fifteen minutes, and she'll not make
up any of It this weather, either."
"Then she ought to pass here at 4:10 to
day, oughtn't she?"
"That's right."
"I guess I'll wait," said Harry.
It was just seven minutes after 4 when
they heard the rumble of the train, and at
eight minutes after she thundered past at
fully DO miles an hour. The engineer had
made up two minutes of his loss and was:
dashing on to Colbyvllle. The train was
not 200 yards away when the agent was
startled by the click of his "sounder."
He listened a moment and turned pale.
"Helmsburg is ordering me to stop the
express here!" he cried. "What can I do?
They thought she was not here yet, and
there she goes down the river. There will
be a collision at Colbyvllle, as &ure as
there's a sky above us."
"Not if this wind holds!" cried Harry,
flashing out of the station and leaving tha
agent breathless with excitement.
The boy ran at the top of his speed to
the place where he kept his Ice-boat. The
halyards were hard and stiff with Ice and
snow, but the boy got up his mainsail
and jib. At that moment his mother called
to him.
"Harry! What are you about? Didn't
you tell me the ice was too rough?"
"Don't slop me, mother," he called back;
"it's a case of life or death."
The next Instant he was under way
down the river. As he flew past the rall-
'aa3H'.i""l '.Mriy jti ijuj.hi i i n mil i t minimi m mi nu) ' "i''Trr?, , m
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SAVED.
way station he waved his hat to the agent,
who, understanding his- purpose, cheered
and waved both hands.
"Will she hold together?" thought Harry
as his boat struck the first rough spots in
the ice.
That was his one thought. He had no
anxiety about his own danger. How the
wind blew! And how madly the boat tore
with screaming runners across the ice!
Harry had had many a fast ride, but nev
er one like this,
"She must have had a mile and a half
the best of it when we started, but It's 12
miles to Colbyville and straight down the
river. Hold hard, old Icicle, and do your
prettiest."
The black ice, here and there when the
wild wind had blown its surface clean,
was spotted with bubbles of water under
neath. It became a gleaming mass, sil
vered with sprays of flying white. Now
the boat struck a windrow and the scales
of snowy Ice went flying in every direc
tion. Suddenly the sky began to darken
j aad clouds began to sweep across the sky.
The wind came tearing down from, the
mountain-side, bearing in its bosom the
mad, whirling, blinding white of a snow
squall. The sharp blast struck Harry
full In the face and stung, the pitiless
snow beat Into his eyes and mouth and
nose, choking back the breath that came
in quick, hot pants. The Ice-boat, groan
ing in every timber and bounding insanely
over the rough surface, shot forward Into
the midst of all the strife and writhing of
snow and wind, and the shores faded from
Harry's sight as they were swallowed up
in the fathomless gloom of the squalL At
that instant he heard a rumble down in
the glare ahead of him, and knew that he
was overtaking the train. Nearer and
nearer the rumble came until It grew into
a roar abreast of him.
"Blow on, good squall, and send me
ahead of the train!" he muttered.
And now the roar began to diminish
little by little, and the boy knew that he
was gaining. Still he must get a good
mile of advantage before he would dare
to run ashore and attempt to stop the
train. At last the roar became a rumble
and the rumble died out astern of him.
Just as he was turning the boat's head to
ward the shore, determined to risk going
at full speed into the hidden bank, the
snow ceased and he saw that he was about
three miles above Colbyville. He had
made the nine miles In seven minutes.
He ran the boat to the bank, leaped
ashore, and bounded up to the track. He
hastily pulled off the red comforter he
wore around his neck, and as the train
came into sight, began to wave it. The
next instant he saw the steam spurt into
the air, telling that the air-brakes were
on, and the flying express came to astand
still before him. His story was told in a
minute. A brakeman went running down?
the track to meet the other train and the
danger was averted.
"Now, mother," said Harry that even
ing, "I think it has turned out that even
ice-boating may be useful sometimes."
LITTLE MR.THIMBLEF1NGER
THE CHILDREN'S SECOND VISIT.
(Copyrighted, 1S04, by Joel Chandler Harris.)
XI-THE KING OF THE CLINKERS.
Chickamy Crany Crow and Tlckle-My-Toes
had stopped frolicking and were now
listening to the stories. While Mrs. Mead
ows was telling about the lucky conjuror,
Tickle-My-Toos became very uneasy. He
moved about restlessly, pulled off his big
straw hat, put It on again, and seemed to
be waiting impatiently for the time to
come when he might say something.
So, when Mrs. Meadows had finished,
she looked at Tickle-My-Toes to see what
he wanted. The rest did the same. But
Tickle-My-Toes blushed very red, and
looked at his feet.
" You acted as If you wanted to say
something," said Mrs. Meadows, "and if
you do, now's your chance. What's the
matter? Have you run a splinter in your
foot? You look as If you wanted to cry."
"I did want to .say something," replied
Tickle-My-Toes.
"What was it?" Mrs. Meadows inquired.
"Nothing much," answered Tlckle-My-Toes,
putting his fingers in his mouth.
"I declare, I'm ashamed of you," ex
claimed Mrs. Meadows. "Here you are
mighty near as old as I am, and yet try
ing to play boo-hoo baby."
"I don't think you ought to taiK mat
way." said Tickle-My-Toes. "I thread your
needles for you every day, and I do every
thing you ask me."
"I know what's the matter with you,"
remarked Mrs. Meadows. "You want me
to take you in my lap and rock you to
sleep."
"Oh! I don't!" cried Tickle-My-Toes,
blushing again. "I wanted to tell a story
I heard, but I'll go off somewhere and tell
it to myself."
"There wouldn't be any fun in that,
suggested Buster"John.
"No," said Mrs. Meadows. "Tell the
story right here so we can enjoy it with
you." v2-f '
"You'll laugh,1'-' protested Tlckle-My-Toes.
"Not unless there's something in the
story to laugh at."
"This is no laughing story. It's Just as
solemn as can be," explained Tickle-My-Toes.
"Good!" exclaimed Mr. Babbit. "If
there's anything I like, it is one of those
solemn stories that make you feel like you
want to go off behind the house and shake,
hands with yourself and cry boo-hoo to
the ell-and-yard and seven stars."
Mr. Babbit's enthusiastic remark was
very encouraging to Tickle-My-Toes, who,
after scratching his head a little, and look
ing around to seo If he could find a place
to hide when the time came, began his
story in this wise:
"Once upon a time, and in a big town
away off yonder somewhere, there lived a
little boy who had no father nor mother.
He was so small that nobody seemed to
care anything about him. But one day a
woman, the wife of a baker, heard him
crying in the streets and carried htm Into
the house and gave him something to eat
and warmed him by the lire, and after
that he felt better.
"The baker himself grumbled a great
deal when he came home and found what
I his wife had done. He said he wouldn't
be surprised to come home some day and
find his house full of other people's chil
dren. But his wife replied that it would
be well enough to complain when he
found the house full. As for this little
brat, she said, he wouldn't fill a milk jar
If he was put In it, much less a great big
house. ,
"The baker growled and grumbled, but
his wife paid no attention to him. She sat
in her chair and rocked and sang and was
just as good-natured as she could be.
After awhile the baker himself got over
his grumbling and began to laugh. He
told his wife that he bad sold all his bread
that day and had orders for as much the
next day.
" 'Of course,' said she, 'but if I had left
that child crying In the streets your busi
ness would have been ruined before the
year Is out.
" "Maybe so," replied the baker.
"Well, the little boy grew very fast, and
was as lively as a cricket. The baker's
wife thought as mucb of him as if be had.
been her own son, and the baker himself
soon came to be very fond of ilm. He was
very smart, too. He learned to watch the
fire under the big oven and to make him
self useful in many ways. He played
about the oven so much, and was so fond
Of Watoh!nf- tTn 1iTnrl hfll'a nwrl tVid fir
burn that the baker's wife called him 1
Sparkle Spry.
"For many years the country where the
baker and his wife and Sparkle Spry lived
had been at peace with all thtj other coun
tries. But one day a man fi-om a neigh
boring country had his nose pulled by
somebody in the baker's country, and then
war was declared by the kings and queens
and the people fell to fighting
"Now, when people fight they must be
fed, and the cheapest thing So feed them
on is bread. A part of the army camped
near the town where the bal.er lived and
there was a great demand for bread. The
baker's oven was not a large one, and by
runnlng it day and night he could only
bake 300 loaves.
"He and his wife baked until they were
tired out. They told Sparkle Spry to
watch the oven so the bread -vrouldn't burn
and to wake them when It was brown.
They were so tired that Sparkle Spry was
sorry for them and he wondered why he
wasn't big enough to take their places if
only for one day and night. While he was
thinking and wishing he saw something
moving. He rubbed his eyes and looked
again, and then he saw an old man, no
bigger than a broomstick, and no taller
than a teacup, peeping from behind the
oven.
" 'Are they all gone? he whispered, com
ing forward a little way.
" 'All who?' asked Sparkle Spry.
" 'The old ones the big man and the fat
woman?'
" 'They have gone to bed, said Sparkle
Spry. 'I can call them!'
" No, no!' cried the old man. They ara
such fools! They don't know what Is good
for them. I have been waiting for years
to get a chance to show them how to
bake bread. Once I showed myself o the
man and he thought I was a. snake; once
to the woman and she thought I was a
rat. What fools they are!'
" 'Who are you?' inquired Sparkle
Spry He didn't like to hear his friends
abused,
'Who-me? I'm the King of the Clink-
ers twice plunged in the water, and twice
humpd in th flrf.
.. .rifLi, . 7X" . , . i
Well, tonight you can bake all the I
bread you want to.' said Sparkle Spry. I
THE
'The baker and his wife have been try- j
ms ii' supply (ue ur.uiy uiut is i:uivin:u
here, but their oven is too small. They
have worked until they can work no long
er, and now they have gone to bed to
rest.'
" 'Good!' cried the King of the Clinkers,
'Shut the door so they can't hear us! I'll
show them a thing or two about baking
bread.'
"Then he walked close to the hot oven
tapped on it with a little poker that he
carried In his belt and called out: 'Wake
up! Get out! Come on! Hurry up! We've
no time to lose! Show yourselves! Stir
about! Be lively!'
"With this hundreds of little men
swarmed out of the ash heap behind the
oven, some of them sneezing and some
rubbing their eyes, but all jumping about
with motions as quick as a flea jumps."
"Oh, please dont talk about fleas"
pleaded Mr. Rabbit, shuddering, and
scratching himself behind the ear. "It
makes the cold chlll3 run up my back.
I never hear 'em named but I think I
can feel 'em crawling on me."
"Anyhow that's the way the little men
jumped about," said Tickle-My-Toes, re
suming his story. "They swarmed in and
out of the oven, hot as it was; they
swarmed In and out of the flour barrels;
they swarmed in and out of the trough
where the dough was kneaded; and they
swarmed in and out of the wood shed.
"The King of the Clinkers stood some
times on the edge of the men, sometimes
on the edge of the flour barrels, some
times on the edge of the trough, some
times oh the woodpile, and sometimes at
the door of the furnace. And wherever
he stood ne waved his tiny poker and told
the others what to do.
"Some of the little men carried wood
tn th furnace, some carried flour and
water to the trough, seme carried dough
to the oven, and some brought out the
hot and smoking bread. Sparkle Spry
watched all this with so much surprise
that he didn't know what to say or do.
He saw the loaves of bread rise up in
rows as high as the ceiling, and he sat
and watcHed It as dumb as an oyster. He
had seen bread baked, but he had never
seen such baking as this.
"Finally the eye of the King of the
Clinkers fell on Sparkle Spry. 'Don't sit
there doing nothing,' he cried. 'Go fetch
wood and pile it here by the furnace door.
You can do that!'
"Sparkle Spry did as he was bid, but
though he brought the wood as fast as he
could, he found that he couldn't bring it
fast enough. Pretty soon the King of the
Clinkers called out to him:
" 'You can rest now; the flour is all
gone, and we have hardly begun.'
" 'There's plenty in the storehouse,'
said Sparkle Spry.
" 'How many barrels? asked the King
of the Clinkers.
" 'Two hundred, Sparkle Spry an
swered. "The King of the Clinkers wrung his
hands in despair. 'Hardly a mouthful
hardly a mouthful! It will all be gone
before the chickens crow for day. But
run fetch the key. Two hundred barrels
will keep us busy while they last.
"Sparkle Spry brought the key to the
storehouse door and the little men swarm
ed in and rolled the barrels out in a jiffy.
Only one accident happened. In taking
the flour out of one of the barrels, after
they had rolled it near the dough trough,
one of the little men fell in and would
have been drowned but for Sparkle Spry,
who felt around in the loose flour and
lifted him out."
"Drowned!" cried Sweetest Susan.
"Of course," answered Tickle-My-Toes.
"Why not? I ought to have said 'smoth
ered,' but now that I've said 'drowned
I'll stick to it."
"Better stick to the story," remarked
Mr. Rabbit, solemnly "better stick to the
story."
"Now, I think he's doin? very well,"
said Mrs. Meadows, in an encouraging
tone.
"Well," said Tickle-My-Toes, "the little
men worked away until they had baked
the 200 barrels of flour into nice brown
loaves of bread. This made 500 barrels
they had used, and that wa all the baker
had on hand. The 1500 pounds of flour
in:ade 20GOw and odd fat loaves, and these
the King of the Clinkers had carried into
the storehouse.
"When all this was done, and nicely
done, the King of the Clinkers went to the
door of the room where the baker and his
wife were sleeping. They were snoring as
peacefully as two good people ever did.
Then he went to the street door and list
ened. " 'Get home get home!' he cried to the
little men. 'I hear wagons rumbling on
the pavement; they will be here presently
for bread.'
"The little men scampered this way and
that, behind the oven and into the ash
heap, and, in a few seconds, all had dis
appeared. " 'Now, said the King of the Clinkers, 'I
want to tell yon that I've had a splendid
time, and I'm very much obliged to you
for it. I have enjoyed myself, and I want
to make some return for it. Pretty soon
the bread wagons will be at the door
clamoring for bread. You will wake the
baker and his wife. When they find ail
their flour made into nice bread they will
be very much surprised. They will ask
you who did it. You must tell them the
truth. Thej- will not believe it, but they'll
be very proud of you. They will be willing
to give you anything you want. Tell
them you want a wooden horse. They
will have it built for you. It must have a
window on each side and good strong
hinges in the legs. Good-bye! I hear the
wagons at the door.'
"The King of the Clinkers waved his
hand, and disappeared behind the oven.
The wagon rattled near the door, the
teamsters cracking their whips and call
Ingforbreadfor the hungry army. Sparkle
Spry ran to the baker and shook him and
ran to the baker's wife and shook her.
They were soon awake, but when the
baker learned that the wagons had come
for bread he threw up both hands in
despair.
" 'I'm ruined!' he cried. "I ought to
have been baking and here I've bean
sleeping! And the army marches away
today leaving me with all my stock of
flour on hand. Oh, why didn't the boy
wake me?
" 'Come,' said his wife; 'we'll sell what
we've got and not cry oer the rest.
"They went into the storehouse and
there they saw a sight such as they had
never seen before. The room was so full
-f steaming bread that they could hardly
nue"0 i "' ""."'" " ,.7
Dg it was stacked and packed. They sold
and sold until every loaf was gone, and
then mstead of the bread, the baker and
his wife had a sack of silver money.
KING.
"The baker w ent into count it. but his
wife took it away from him. 'Not now,'
she said; 'not until we have-thanked tins
boy.'
" "You are right, cried the baker. 'It's
the most wonderful thing I ever heard of.
How did you manage it?'
" 'Some little men helped me,' answered
Sparkle Spry.
"The woman seized his hands and kissed
his fingers. 'These are the little men, she
exclaimed.
" 'There's one thing I'm sorry for, said
Sparkle Spry.
" 'What is that?' asked the baker.
" 'Why we had to burn so much wood.'
" 'Don't mention it don't mention it,'
protested the baker.
" 'Now,' said the baker's wife, embrac
ing Sparkle Spry again, 'you deserve some
thing for making us rich. What shall it
be?'
"The baker frowned a little at this, but
his brow cleared when Sparkle Spry re
plied that he wanted a wooden horse built.
" 'You shall have it,' said the baker's
wife.
" 'Yes, indeed,' assented the baker. 'As
fine a one as you want. "
(To be continued.)
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