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THE SUNDAY OKEGONIA& PORTLAND, AUGUST 12, 1900.
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vL?Li Jn!,JeJB Ut abUt SUaSe;,1 mUSt, n0t be fuPPse how- The raindrops fell-each drop a. living soul; and ended with an appeal to the master's animal could outdevour anything that lHHw
X, "Sure? I should say I am sure," an- "The crows have only to combine them as evcr man d'd serve." he said. ?,?il . 5 Ioathsone, crca- mM2W
7 J swered Josh, very pompously. by twos, by threes, by fours, or by fives, And some fell on the parched ground The master took" pity on him and bade L Zl tJ -iTw iw1". natur" -' feS?SMggMf
V "Look nvpr thro at thnt nnpr-inni!rr .-inrj thT- rrin trot n m.nhi rr.v.io And gave their new life to the kt&ss: ,i . . ,. , , ., ,.,. austs care to Dotner with it, but by neg- HMSggSflSMff
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. it's cot lers and arms and a hndv" Unfv,. ,v, a wHr i tiT n-, Aa And some Into laushlrg streams, leapt, anfl Tr", '' .... iT ,r ".. under helr observation. 1 JSmEmB
The PiKlit on Bed Clothe Hill.
jlitle Bay Blue bad bon asleep
Asleep In his trundle bed
Yhen he- heard a stir 4n the counterpane.
And a tiny voice that said.
fteady, my roan; now. steady charger
Ani he little bay launhed to we
jldlTi. rtd on the Bed Clethcs Hill
Formed by each round, fat knee.
f'Cha'-go on the foe'" said the fame email -ol;e.
'Xook out for that deer ralnc!"
id dawn thai- dahhed from his sturdy lgs
To tho fcunken npa.ee between.
little 13oy Blu tlmn plainly saw
At the foot of his trundle bed.
cauT inoum, with a beady ere.
Ard a-creoplnc toward his head.
Die soldiers of lead met the bold cray mouse
Ita. cheerinc that fllled the air.
T.d tho xnousle shovted his gloaming- teeth.
But tlipy took his jirleoner thcro.
Vhen little Boy Blue woke up next day
He rubbed his eyes quite hard,
TVr there was the mouse in a tiny trap.
And a soldier stood on euard!
New York Herald.
'0 CENTER OF THE EARTH
Storj- of flie Thrilling- Adventure of
Inventor JonIi and His Dnring
Chimin, Kpli nnd SauoUs.
"Hurrah!" sang out Josh, as he and his
rem: ai.ions, Eh and Snooks, stepped out
:f th uoling machine. As you will re-
-.cmber, they had Just an hour prevlous-
tta'tcd on their way through the crust
:f tho earth, -and were now in the center
;f tho globe.
"Hadn't we'bettor go back?" suggested
rocks, in a quaking voice. There was a
t.n t at ss about their surroundlr gs that I
ighUncd him, as well as Eph, who
sjoa. white-faced and trembling, at his
f-I-c
"G ) b ck before we've seen anvthlnsrr"
rcjrr.'ullj answered Josh. "Not much!
Cb3 ou mutst be afraid.""
"A n t neither: only I thought it mint
jbe grtlng late, and my mother always
: ts me home early' stoutly protected
:n Oijs.
TLIs is a funny place, and not at nil
Ike -what I thought it 'ud bs." announced
Irih, Mho had somewhat recovered his
gczi.r.-'ge, after making a careful survey
-i i;uir i.urronnuinss. "Josh, I thought
oi sdd it was hollow hero."
Ar. 7, indeed, it didn't look like a hol
low f phere. such as Josh had described to
2 boys. The inner contour of our globe
sas extremely irregular and rough. It
-s njne combed ivith caves, nassasres.
Igillcrles and immense grottos
trCts go through this grotto and ree
tr-Ct the place looks like!" said Snnnlrs
11:0 was now feeling quite brave.
X omo on, then!" replied Josh.
They llrit supplied themselves with iir
3f paper which Josh had brought .ilnn?
to m rk the course they took from the
rr.ac! Ine. You who have played "hare
arl Liundb" know that the bovs nlavlnc
irare scatter slips of paper after them, so
Itl.at tho hounds can follow. This is what
jt :e -venturous bays in the centor of th
ie-rUi dd. In order to find their way back
Ito the machine, when they were readv to
1 return.
Like the Mnmmoth Cave.
The grotto through which they -were
pas:lng might be likened unto the Mam
E;oth Cave, la Kentucky. The earthy
lsb-tar.ce appeared to be nitrous In qual
ity. i?ake fine saltpeter out of it," wisely
jesm-ncnted Josh, as ho led the way along.
Y1 at s this?" Inquired Eph, exhibit-'
i-g a whitish-looking specimen.
"That's limestOHe," rep'ied Josh; "I told
ay a v.ere were lts of things to be seen
ihe-c
i u hot tlwe itf! answered Snooks.
T'.en the boys began to -wonder at the
ipecuJir glare that illuminate 1 th funnel-is-apod
cave which they now entered. It
ll't rp the whole region as, far as they
" n 3er if it can be the litrht of a fire?"
I tec; -Ire J Eph. But his companions did
sect know
'An't it pretty here?" cried Snook.
j!ock!rg upward at the wail shave; "it
llo ks like a fairy lwlace."
All 2 -ked upward and beheld a nrofu-
iBl:n .f white crystals, shining through a
-g of black oxide of manganese. The
crt .Is flushed and sparkled In the filck-
errg light and resembled diamond1: i
I m goin' to have one." said Snooks.
ftirrw ng a piece of limestone at the,!
;g curr.S'-g roof .
A win of the crystals foil, accompanied
icy Kuon a terrible roar that the lads were
;ci7od s..2ir ,utn- T?e sr
cj t'rtea to echo ana reverberate alone '
reverberate along
jtra t4,ms ia passages, and then died
Saw ay wh a low moan
The b.-js drew close together and then
jp: srcl on through the numerous galleries.
FrJ'y tl.cy wierged into an enormous
Icpcn pnace, where the light was brighter
than cr. The rocky sides were finely j
Trrrkv1 with nvnts nnA rlnnliw nn1 o.
jEtrked with waves and ripples and ap-
ipearci to b canopied by fleecy clouds and
iEtudded with mimic snowballs.
In the center of this open rpace was
l the mo?t gigantic magnet ever seen or
I dreamed of. Josh rushed up. followed
c!3sely bv the other., to examln- the
1 Bonder. It was shaped like aa ordinary
horseshoe magnet, but oh. the size of It!
IT-he bovs could barelv pee the top, be
I causo of its immense height.
I bet I know what it is!" exclaimed
iJosh. after some minutes' inspection.
Wbatt Whatr clamored Eph and
SrDoks.
' Did you over hoar of tho attraction
of gravitation tfcat keeps everything on
itho earth from flying off?"
Tea, answered the lads.
Josb Solves the Riddle.
Well, this is it, aafi ne mistake. Scl-
loiUsts never ce-ukl tell just what it Is,
and describe it as an unknown force.
Think of It: "We've found out all about
gravitation by our trip."
"Are you sure?" Inquired Eph.
"Sure? I should say I am sure," an
swered Josh, very pompously.
"Look over there at that queer-looking
hill," Snooks said, pointing toward it.
"Fellows, it looks like a giant. See!
it's got legs and arms and a body,"
whlppered Eph, tremulously.
"You stay here and keep quiet," ad
monished Josh, "and Til sneak over there
and And out."
Eph and Snooks waited. In suspense,
while Josh slipped quietly away. If it
was a really and truly giant, they had
no intention of disturbing It, for angry
giants are dangerous things to monkey
with, you know. They always do very
dreadful things in fairy books, such as
eating up small boys, and this one was
apt to be just like the others.
Several minutes had elapsed, wheu Josh
returned.
"Just come and look!" he whispered,
excitedly; "It's a sure enough giant."
And when the boys reached the huge
creature, as it lay asleep on its side,
they saw that Josh was right.
Tho giant was seven times as large as
PAPA'S LITTLE DEAR.
Wf I ill mmmwmiw$!RSSM
W ill r mw& ni ffli' ww
l jh ' li yTOi fiiOifl(!sijir
"Wee, roguish baby
Pipes up sweet and clear:
"Just turn awound and look at me
Papa's little dear!"
imy ever told about in fairy lore, and was
awful to behold. His hair was blazing
red; his face and whiskers were red, and
he breathed fire and brimstone. That
was what made the peculiar glare. Oh,
he was a terrible monster!
"If ho'd wake up and see us. It would
bo the last of us," whispered Josh.
"What do you suppose he is?" was
tho question they asked one another. At
last Josh, who was good at guessing,
said;
"He's the man that makes all the vol
canoes and earthquakes. "When he gets
mad and stamps around, he shakes the
earth till it quakes. Xou know there
aro subterranean fires all through the
earth's crust that break forth In volcanic
eruptions. I think this fellow causes
them. It's my opinion that he just stirs
them up when he feels like it and makes
them pour out through the craters."
"He's as old as the world, then, isn't
h?" said Snooks.
The Giant Armles.
Just then the giant Volcan, for that
was his name, waked from his sleep and
turned his hideous countenance upon the
frightened lads.
They retreated hastily Into the opening
of the gallery they had come through
and watched him.
"Wonder what those things are?"
ho growled in a voice of thunder. "They
must bo specimens of human beings that
live on tho outside of tins earth. I'll
Investigate."
Ho suited the words to action, and
started. Eph and Snooks and Josh also
started. They ran; they raced; they
tore along over the uneven surface of
the gallery to get out of reach of the on
coming giant. He strolled after them
lclurely. sure that his long legs could
make better time than their sliort ones.
Eph looked behind once and saw that
Volcan had stopped and was examining
tho papers which marked the way to
the machine. Every time he picked one
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ablaze. So he gave it up, and hurried
after the boys, who were panting and
gasping for breath, in the close, sulphuric
atmosphere.
After half an hour's hard running they
reached the machine. Eph and Snooks
were ahead, and they clambered in and
sct the machine in motion, without wait
t v. .i. ... i. j.
ing for poor Josh, who was almost ready
to drop.
"Heigh, there! Hold on a minute!"
he called, as he staggered up, with the
giant close behind him and gaining at
every step.
Snooks stopped the machine and tried
to pull Josh in. but the giant had.caught
him by tho leg and held him tightly.
ALICE M. WELLS.
CTo ba concluded next week.)
LANGUAGE OF BIRDS.
Tvrentj -Five words In Crow Talk
Other Bird Tallc
At the end of the last century a dis
tinguished political economist, M. Du
pont do Nemours, sallied forth Into the
fields to learn the language of the crow
and the nightingale. After two Winters
shivering about the highways and hedges
he had made out 23 words of crow lan
guage. It must not be supposed, how
ever, that crow language is poor because
its words number but flve-and-twenty.
"The crows have only to combine them
by twos, by threes, by fours, or by fives,
and they will get a number of combina
tions surpassing the number of words
contained In the richest language In the
universe, says a writer In the Revuo des
Revues.
3f. Nemours does not think, however,
that the crows do actually make so many,
or even any, combinations of the words
In their dictionary. Their 25 words are
quite enough to express "here," "there,"
"hot," "cold," "take care," "armed man,"
"a nest" and scores of more expressions
which crows might naturally be sup
posed to need. "After which crows have
not much left to say."
M. Nemours' dictionary was not a crow
French or a French-crow dictionary;
rather, he translated his crow words Into
verse. M. Nemours made many ether
discoveries while with the birds. Tho
goldfinch, linnet and garden warbler, he
found, sang of nothing but their loves;
but the chaffinch sang also of its amour
propre conceited bird; while the male
lark pours out its soul In a hymn on tho
Marjorle
beauties of nature, and the vigor with
which it soars aloft, rising higher and
higher before the eyes of Its admiring
mate. The nightingale was communlcat
,lve; It told the French naturalist three
of its songs.
German naturalists have pursued their
researches into comparative bird phil
ology even farther. One of their cele
brated ornithologists tells us that the
language of the sparrow may be used as
a standard of comparison for that of sev-
j eral species.
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oJ i JwJ . 2 ; V .il ; t"?'
and these are their two cries for attract-
ins attention. When they are eating or
at rest they may be continually heard re
peating, 'dleb,' "blip or 'bioum.' Their
cries of tenderness are 'durr' and 'die'; '
'terr (pronounced wit,h force
and the i
rolling of the 'r') means the approach of
danger. It is a signal of warning. Should
the peril Increase or an enemy have sud
denly appeared, they utter another cry.
which may be distinguished, 'tellerell
tolltelltell.' If the sDarrow Is safe, the
bird of prey or the cat having dlsap- I
peared, he repeats gently several times I
over, 'durr.' When the male birds are j
disputing for the affections of a female,
toll. tell. silo. den. tell. dleb. schllk. etc . '
comes from every throat, producing the
deafening noise heard especially In
Spring."
"Mr. Barlngton, vice-president of the
Royal Society of London, also an acute
bird observer. Is quoted as saying that
hardly two birds of the same kind have
a song exactly similar. Locality also In
fluences their songs, the same bird sing
ing differently in the mountains and in
STORY
the plains. Tracing back the language of
man to Its most primitive beginnings, is ,
It so different In nature or in origin from
the language of the craws and nlghtln-
gale?
A Xatlve Daughter's Enigma So. T.
My first Is In bush, but not In tree.
My second Is in ocean, out not Sn sea.
My third Is In Ice, but not In snow.
My fourth Is In knot, but not In bow.
My fifth Is In bed, but not in cot.
My sixth Is In eold, but not In bought.
My ;eenth in Is street, but not In alley.
My elgth Is In type, but not In gallty,
My ninth Is la apple, but not In plum.
My tenth is In mute, but not in dumb.
My eleventh Is In een, but not In odd.
My twelfth is In smile, but not In nod.
My whole Is a cation, the best In the world.
For freedom is found where Its flag Is un
furled. Miss Laiene Madden.
Scllwocd. Or.. August 7, 1000.
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And some fell on the parched ground
And gave their new life to the grass;
And some Into stately, erand-souled
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and were qno with them;
And some into laughlre streams, leapt, and
danced their lives thro;
And some Into the deep, wild ocean:
And some Into stagnant pools the qulck-
souled raindrops. l
And when they were tired the. wind stooped
down and carried the raindrops home.
Margaret Crowell in Lipplncott's.
LABORED AT THE FORGE
Story of a Boy Dalce Who, Deprived
of His Possessions, Followed
Blacksmith's Craft.
Those who journey on the Rhine can
see at a point on the west side of that
beautiful river the ruins of a castle 3itu
ated on the crest -of a steep mountain.
Mooe than four centuries ago there lived
in this castle a powerful Duke, who held
sway over a large territory on both sides
of the river. The castle was known far
and wide for Its beauty, and Its lord was
proud of the extravagant hospitality he
exercised toward those who were his
equals In wealth and rank1. There were
luxury and splendor(-and all the beauti
ful 'things that the heart might crave,
money- could buy or art and labor pro
duce, -i .,
Much of this splendor was derived from
the, duty levied on passing vessels', laden
with merchandise and the products of the
soil. This sort of taxation was not con
sidered wrong at that time, and the Duke
collected and spent the proceeds with a
good conscience.
At the foot of the mountain were the
dwellings of bumble folk. They were tho
serfs of the Duke,' and In their huts was
seldom joy and often misery. There were,
ragged boys and pale, hunger-worn girla.
They had neither school nor books, and
none could write. Sometimes the Duke,
in a charitable mood, would send them
delicacies and loaves of wheaten bread,
and they were grateful beyond bounds.
"How good is the Duke!" they cried,
and they cheered lijstlly as he went by.
Their own bread was made of rye flour,
with bran and husks.
The Dnlce's Son.
The Duke had a son who was then 12
years old. He was the pet of his father
and the idol of the servants and peasants.
His will was never crossed in any of his
boyish undertakings, his father even al
lowing him to go to the village and
mingle wlth the children of the serfs.
Here" 'he found his greatest delight. It
was pleasant to enjoy the good things of
life, Jjut it was a far greater pleasure
to share them with those who were in
need. A thrill of Joy would come to his
heart when he could give of his bounty to
the children of the village. Then he would
romp and play with them, as if he were
one of their number.
Often he would go to the blacksmith's
shop and watch, with keen interest, the
manufacturing of horseshoe-nalls. He
observed and studied every Instrument
and detail of work, and, many times, he
pulled the bellows which blew into the
fire with a wheezing sound and made
the sparks fly against the black chimney.
A few years later, -when he was nearly
grown, he asked the blacksmith to let
him try to make a nail, and the man
granted his wish, saying: "To know a
trade will never harm you, and no one
knows that It will not be of use to you
some day."
The boy persisted In his task until he
was able to turn out a well-formed hbof
nall with tolerable speed, and the black
smith thought that the pleasure of see
ing the young lord working at the anvil
amply repaid him for his loss qf time.
Not long after this there came war.
The Duke was taken prisoner, and soon
died, -and his son was driven awax from
the castle. Klndhearted and charitably
disposed toward those whom the war
had made yet more destitute than hlm-
sell his small stock of money and valu
ables was soon exhausted. Now, for the
fl,. , i ,,, ,,, i,wti,i,. ,!
ifc "m n. Sltc .?? hards!llp3a"i
Being too young yet to enter i
,;";, "fJ!j , :, ' V "f
IngSl h.e ried .tot fl"d any klnd of em
i"0.1"e"L vu auaiuin me.
Hungry and in TTeed.
But the war had paralyzed most of
the industries and no workers were need
ed. The Duke's son walked, day after
day and week after week, on the high-
ways.
asking for work, and, when
hungry, for food. Sometimes he came so
near his home that he could seo the
tower of the castle, but he dared not go
nearer. At length he grew weak from
hardships and, being without hope for a
better future, he wished that he might
die. He longed to He beneath the sod of
the village graveyard, under the shadow
of the castle, and sometimes. In his fever
ish dreams caused by hunger and weak
ness, he saw the children of the village
spread flowers over his grave.
In this condition he sat one day, near a
town, and heard the ring of a black-
"WITHOUT "WORDS, BUT WITH A MORAL.
smith's hammer. The sound brought
sweet, and yet sad, memories from his
happy past. He felt himself transported
back to the old times and Into the old
, smlthle of the village. The old black-
J smith looked at him. In his paternal, yet
respectful way, and laughed, as he ham-
mereu the white-heated Iron and made i erected this monument, .so that the home
the sparks fly all around. Then the man ly figure should remain am6nsr them, a
looked sad and -cast pitying glances 'at
Jilm.
The young man roused himself and
walked into the town. Following the di
rection of the hammering sound, he came
to a shop, where several men were mak
ing hoof nails. Previously he had failed
to find work, but now he tried again.
After the usual questions, the master
looked at him in a scrutinizing man
ner, and said: "Young man, judging from
your appearance you are hardly able to
j do a day's work; you seem to be sick."
1 The young Lord then told his sad story.
fiumanlty. "I will serve you as faithfully
as ever man did serve," he said.
The master took pity on him and bade
him stay. It took several days before he
was able to work, but after starting he
soon regained his previous proficiency.
His good work established him In the
favor of the master, and his .kindliness
won the sympathies of his fellow-workmen.
Nobody in the town having the
slightest knowledge of his rank, he could
associate with the lowliest on equal
terms. Although sometimes. In his soli
tary hours, there stole upon him sad
memories of his past life and thoughts
of his lost patrimony, yet, on the whole,
his life was not Unhappy. He had as
many friends as he had acquaintances,
and they all knew better than he him
self how klndhearted 'he was.
After the war came peace, and ono
day, when hammering on a horseshoe,
tho young Lord was surprised with the
glad news that all his possessions had
been returned fco him. Now he told his
master of his rank and fortune, and there
was joy among his friends when thcy
heard it. But yet greater joy was among
tho people of his village, on his return.
His first visit was to the old blacksmith
in his shop, and one may Imagine the
gladness of the faithful old retainer. The
young Duke retired the old blacksmith
on a pension and came to visit him very
often.
Public Benefactor.
And many Improvements were mado
In the village, The Duke built a school
Jiouse, and every child was educated.
"When he heard of want or sickness In a
BEREFT OF
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Mr. William Worm Why so gloomy, Lewis?
Mr. Lewis Locust My sweetheart has left town for a 17-year visit.
house, he visited the family and sup
plied it with the things that were need
ed. He saw the wrong of levying taxes
on the passing ships, and he let them
go by unmolested. Having no children ot
his own, he was like a father to all the
children In his dominion. He died at a
very old age, and when his will was
opened It was found that he had left all
the land around the castle to the people
of the village, whose descendants are
still in possession of it at the present
day. ANDREW FBANZEN.
"OUR 3IARGAR.ET."
Friend of Little Children Loved by
People of Sew Orlenns.
In the City of New Orleans there are
many monuments erected to the famous
statesmen and soldiers of the South. But
there Is one which has a more pathetic
and deeper significance than any of these.
It stands on Prytanla street, in the midst
of beds of flowers and surrounded by
stately dwellings and groves of orange
and palmetto. It is the figure of a stout
woman who Is seated, holding a child,
on which she looks down, her homely
race illumined with a noble benignity and
tender love.
"That Is our Marcraret." the strantrer
is told when he asks what it means. All
New Orleans knows "Our Margaret."
She was a poor woman, who earned her
living by making bread, which she sold
from a little shop; a thrifty, energetic
business woman, whose heart was full of
love for children. Before the counter was
always to be found some ragged urchin
who would be sent away with full hands
and a happy face.
As Margaret prospered, and her bake
shop enlarged into a cracker factory, she
had her lovers, like other women. But
she turned a. deaf ear to them all. Tho
only man she would havo married was
dead, and her heart was full of love
for children, for the orphans and the poor
little outcasts more wretched than or
phans. All her money, all her thoughts and
care, as years passed, went to them. She
founded, out of her scanty savings, a
home for them, which, as she grew richer,
she enlarged and endowed with all she
had.
Philadelphia Inquirer.
So wise, so tender and benignant was
she in her care of them that this poor,
illiterate woman, who was without
friends, became "Our Margaret" to the
people of New Orleans, and a mother to
all the poor babies of the great city.
When she died, other charitable women
type of truest mother love.
BUILT TO -DEVOUR.
Snnll's Month Fitted "With Baud-Saw
and 30,000 Teeth. '
"It Is fortunate thing for man and the
rest of the animal kingdom," said a nat
uralist to a writer on the Chicago Trib
une, "that no large wild animal has a
mouth constructed with the devouring
apparatus built on the plan of (the in-1
lives. The snail Itself Is such an entirely
unpleasant, not to say loathsome, crea
ture to handle that few amateur natur
alists care to bother with it, but by neg
lecting the snail they miss studying one
of Wie most interefetlngiobjocts that come
under their observation.
"Any one who has noticed a snail feed
ing an a leaf must have wondered how
such a soft, flabby, slimy animal can
make such a sharp and clean-cut Incis
ion in the leaf, leaving an edge as smooth
and straight as If it had been cut with a
knife. That is due to the peculiar and
formidable mouth he has. The snail eats
with his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
The tongue is a ribbon which the snail
keeps In a coll In his mouth. This tongue
is In reality a band-saw, with the teeth
on the surface Instead of on the edge.
The teeth are so small that as many
as 30,000 of them have been found on
one snail's tongue. They are exceeding
ly sharp ana only a few of them are
used at a time not exactly only a few
of them, but a few of them compara
tively, for tho snail will probably havo
4000 or 5000 of them in use at once. He
does this by means of his colled tongue.
He can uncoil as much of this as he
chooses, and the uncoiled part he brings
Into service. The roof of his mouth is
as hard as bone. He grasps tho leaf be
tween his tongue and that hard sub
stance, and, rasping away with his
tongue, saws through the toughest leaf
with ease, always leaving the edge smooth
and straight.
"By use the teeth wear off or become
dulled. "When the snail finds that this
tool Is becoming blunted he uncoils an-
HIS LOVE.
other section and works that out until
he has come to the end of the coll. Then
he colls fhe tongue up again and Is ready
to start In new, for while he has been
using the latter portions of the ribbon
the teeth have grown in again In the
Idle portions the saw has been filed and
reset, so to speak and while he Is using
them the teeth In the back part of the
coll are renewed. So I think I am right
In saying that if any large beast of
pr,ey was fitted up with such a devouring
apparatus as the snail has it would go
hard with the rest of the animal king
dom." CUTE SAYIXGS OF CHILDREN.
Fnnny Ideas That Bob Up In Heads
of Boy and Girls.
Teacher Now children, who can tell
me what an epidemic Is? What! None of
you? Let me prompt your memory. It
Is something that spreads. And now ah,
I seo one of you knows. What is It, my
little friend?
"Jam, sir." San Francisco Examiner.
There was a vacant seat in the car.
Little Willie allowed the strange lady to
take It, although he looked very tired.
"Thank you, my little gentleman," said
she. "Why didn't you take the seat
yourself? You look quite weary."
So d you be weary, lady, If yer father
f't.nd out you went fishln", like mlno
did.' 'Exchange.
A teacher in civil government had told
his pupils that once In 10 years the State
of Massachusetts takes a census. Little
James, who Is an attentive scholar, upon
being called up to recite, said:
"Once In every 10 years Massachusetts
comes to its senses." New York Tribune.
"Now, Willie, dear," asked his mother,
"why did you not come when I called
you the first time?"
"Because I did not hear you till you
called the third time," said little Willie.
The heart of the mother was pained at
this evidence of depravity. For how, she
reasoned, could he have distinguished the
third call without hearing the second?
"I know It was the third, mamma," lit
tle Willie hastened to explain, '"cause
you sounded so mad."
She clasped him to her bosom. A boy
who could bolster up a poor story with
a better one was not doomed to remain
in obscurity. Indianapolis Press.
Slave to Tohncco Habit.
A craving for nicotine and a disregard
of the proprieties In his efforts to satisfy
It got an otherwise well-behaved horse
Into trouble at Evanston, Ind.. recently
and incidentally caused quite a commo
tion. Dick, the animal in question, be
came addicted to the use of tobacco In
his early days, probably from association
with stable boys or others of lax morals.
He became a slave to the weed, and to
be deprived of his "chew unstrung his
nerves.
This was his condition recently, when
ho caught sight of a juicy plug in the
hands of a passer-by. Dick began to act
queerly, and people tuought the exces
sive heat had unbalanced him. The man
who had unwittingly tempted the bast
became alarmed and lo3t no time in get
ting Into tho nearest store. The horse
was persistent, however, and, mutely beg
ging for a "nip," followed him on to
the sidewalk and toward the doorway.
Just then the horse's owner came up
and by good advice and much coaxing
helped Dick to conquer his appetite and
resume his place at the curbing.
of 'the most interefeting-iobjocts that come MtSlsSSSKm I
Twas Very Fnnny.
Miss Booklore Is funny, I do declare.
For when she went out to the Zoo,
Although she knew all of the animals there.
She couldn't find one she gnu.
.. San Francises Examiner.
Golnsr Nuttinpr.
When autumn skies are Bray
And leaes are tutnlnx brown..'
The children hastft away
From "UllHse and from toun.
In little bands they to.
As happ as can be.
To where the sweet nuts grow
Upon the dear eld tree. , f
The squirrels hear their sonc
And climb the branches high.
While through the glasses Uns
The timid rabbits fly.
And slnclnr all tho dny
The little children rove
To gather what they may -1
While nutting la the. grove.
Then when the sun Is low
And the day Is nearly dene.
Homeward the children so.
Glad-hearted every one
Homo ileu
BESIDE THE STONE WALL
Arrogant Pride of a, Tall Sunflower
Humbled by n Mlslanp to a
Tiny Little Maid.
Once upon a time a tall sunflower grew
among a great many other flowers beside,
the stone wall In an old tangled garden.
All the flowers looked up to him; even
the roses and lilies bowed ieir heads be
fore the great golden flower. For the
Summer breeze had told them that the
daisies and buttercups that grew along
the road on the other side of the wall
looked up to him and worshiped him as
the sun. The butterflies and bees
swarmed around him all day long; bird3
circled and caroled above him, and the
gentle Summer breeze floated over the
garden toward him. He tossed his gold
head and stared at the great sun. hl3
namesake, and was a very, very proud
sunflower Indeed.
One afternoon a beautiful child came
out of the eld house yonder, and with a
shriek of delight ran away from Its nurse,
hither and thither, chasing butterflies,
among the flowers.
Suddenly the child stopped beneath tho
tall sunflower, danced about and clapped
ito little hands In glee at the great golden
flower.
"Turn down, turn dewn; me want you."
commanded the child.
"Turn dawn, turn down." But the proud
sunflower only tossed his gold head still
higher, and was prouder than ever.
"Turn down; me want you." wailed the
little child, trying in vain to reach the
great flower. The nurse appeared In the
path, and In obedience to the command
of the child, she, t-o, tried to reach the
sunflower, but In vain. for. thanks to the
friendly breeze, he toss-d his golden head
far over the garden wall and out of her
reach.
Pronder Then Ever.
The nurse picked up the sobbing child
and carried It away, and the proud sun
flower was safe, but only prouder than
ever, for had not the little child mistaken
him for the great sun? So after that
he would not even turn his head down to
the other flowers.
When night came and the moon was
overhead, a dozen punsy cats hod sons
service on the garden wall, and their
mournful music was borne away on tho
night breeze to the ears of the little child
in its white bed In the old house yonder.
And the child lay staring out into the
moonlit night and thcught of the great
golden sunflower by the garden wall.
A Uttle white figure crept out of the
shadows of the old l&nrAitfrriI6wn tho
winding path. Again It stopped beneath,'
the proud sunflower and raised wistful
blue eyes at the flower It wanted so bad
ly. They fell on a heap of stones, and
mischief crept Into the blue eyes, and.
catching up Its nightdress, the child dott
ed forward and clambered upon the stones
and to the top of the wall.
The moon looked on in wonder and tho
flowers raised their sleepy heads as the
little child steed on the narrow wall and
stretched out eager hands to catch the
proud sunflower. But he angrily tossed
his head away, the child lost its balance
and with a frightened "cry fell back over
the wall and lay a little white heap In the
grass by the roadside.
A great gust of hate and anger against
the sunflower rose from the garden bow
ers. A black, black frown covered the
moon's face, and the awakened birds
pecked angrily at his tcsslng geld head,
while thousands and thousands of fairies
came and covered the child with their
gauzy wings, and the gentle night breeze
sighed softly above them.
The Batcher's Dofr.
Early In the morning the butcher's dog
found the little child, and with queer
jumps and barks led his master to where
the child lay by the wall. Then the'
butcher raised the child In his strong
arms and carried It away.
It was many weeks before a pale Uttle
child limped out of the old house Into
the garden beside its nurse. And then
it begged to be taken to see the great
sunflower.
The sunflower was proud no longer.
AH the flowers had noticed how he had'
changed. He no longer taunted the oth
ers and tossed his head at the great sun,
but all day leng it was turned away to the
old house, watching for the child. And
so, when he saw her coming, he humbly
drooped his head until It brushed her
shoulder as she lay In the nurse's arms.
"I am sorry," murmured the flower;
"take me I am yours."
The child stroked the golden flower and
kissed its brown center.
"No, no," she said, softly; "now you
have made me well."
So the sunflower stayed all Summer by
the garden wall. The ether flowers grew
to love him. and every day the little child
came to water his roots. And his heart
was glad, for he saw that she grew daily
stronger, until once more shev chased tho
butterflies among the garden flowers
Josephine Sterrette In the Philadelphia
Inquirer.