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-. --, - - rtrf.nw 'g8J'w--gr"'g3' -y i wv-? vw 5BPTF''y!,'?'--Jfrts: "J,'r, r ?Y 'lW'SWf,?,Pr?1K 'P'5"W53'",TO T t-f s " H?""" 28 THE SUNDAY OBEGOirnAN, : P0OT3&AND, OOTOBBS 7, 1900. w id N HUM ei) lrip SKW0 gf . - t J- - Onr Fciry. here's a fairy lives -Kith us BDon't you wish you Uvea there, too? is alwas full of comfort For any one that's blue. Js so sympathetic! ' gWhen you almost crack your head ie 11 bathe It with some sweet colore. And s.nz when jou're In bed. your horrid dull old Inckknlfe ISltps and cuts your hand 'most oil. iBhe elves candy for a couch. sometimes you are careless And tear ycur bestost clothes. he fairy s sorry for you. lAnd finds her thread and sews the holes up tight and handsome j Fore any one can scold. Bur fairy's very pretty STho she's vers, very old. fer eyes are bright and snappy. And she's fond of every game. ie wears a pair of speotaclea. lAnd Grandma is her name. Chicago Times-Herald. IE0RGE, THE DOG TRAMP 'a Being Advised of Expected Com- toff of Yonngror Rival, Be Gives Up the Canine Ghost. I had always been dreadfully afraid -of ips, much to the disgust of father and is boys, who thought I was unneees- Uy timid. So, -when I actually tcok one , and begged that he might stay, I was. course, -well teased about it. lit was one afternoon n Spring. Father id mother had gone to town; the boys tare off fishing, and I was alone on the iinn. I locked all the doors and, .getting book, sat where I could see the back Jor, without being seen. II had been reading some little time, Ihen. I heard a noise and, looking up. aw that ray tramp had come. He was act a starved and wretched-looking crea- ire, however, that I felt more pity than fear. He was bo small and seemed so leak that I was sure he couldn't hurt Le, so I concluded to open the .door and tve him something to eat. I had never seen such a forlorn object. lere was such a timid, hang-dog air jout him, I could have sworn that he i't tasted food for three days, even sforo I heard his weak, beggar's whine. Idently he had been, more used to hav- s Us requests answered by stones than He was dirty and weather-beaten; Js joints were stiff with rheumatism; one re was gone, and there was a great far on his nose. got soma bread and meat, and he xve me a grateful look with his eye and ?ew his fragment of a tail from between is legs and gave it a feeble wag or two. y tramp was that most pitiful of all almals nobody's dog. "We were friends once, and I made him a bed In the joodshed, although father and the boys jade fun of him. Speedy Improvement. It was surprising how quickly my tramp iproved with kind treatment and good tod. Poor fellow! He must have had a rd life; he never did get over his fear a broom, but would run and hide at te sight of one. He was quite a jolly le dog, when he got well and fat. and had so much expression in his one ire that it was almost as good as tals- ff. often regretted that I couldn't under- land his language, as he must have had le thrilling' adventures, and, judging his scars, hairbreadth escapes. Indeed, (tear he had been, a sad young dog in Eg day, but if he -went wrong in his ippyhood, he was most likely led astray bad company, while he was with ma was Just as good a dog as that "old PS Tray" everybody brags about. - aamed him George. Fred said Methtl- fclah would suit him better, but that w?a ider. He was z. very grateful little r, and did all he could to help about id farm. He drove every cat off the Sace before he had boen there a week, It I had hard -work to defend him when jther found him sharing his dinner with large rat, one on each side of the plate. e followed me in all my walks abdut o country, and it was soon -understood it If one was seen the other of US i't far off. If I was away for a day, jorge was frantic with joy at my r- and would bark himself hoarse .'n y honor. He gave me all his love, poor plow! ana wanted all mine in return, ie- didn't even like me to .pet the pony, So "when uncle wrote that he was going send me a fine pup from the city, I is -naturally anxious as to- how George bald feel about It I told hjm of the ?p the morning I went after It, and my ip seemed to understand. There was grieved look In liis eye, and -when Z irtea he seemed to hate to lose sight sue. Stone il Htm IXoxne. En fact, Fred got out of the buggy twice id threw rtoncs rt him, to drive him pmc I have always regretted this, but lever could get Fred to be gentle with jorge. len I came nome in the eening. sorge was not at the gate to meet me. istled and called, but he did not come. I took pup out, and then -went to hunt lm tin. He was nowhere In the yard. I went to the farm, hoping to find him lere. Sure enough, there he -was in the able, Btrotchod out, apparently fast Peep- . . ... fSjome, George; come ana see .fupi ailed, aulte louaiy, but tne Htue brown Idy did not stir. He must be getting feat, I thought. called still louder, but he did not move. So I went up to him, slowly, half "fear ing I would And him as I did, dead. Father and the boys say he died of old age; I know his heart was broken. L. E. C. CUTE 5A.YCTGS OF CHILDREN. Funny Ideas That Bod Up In Heads of Boys and Girl. Good ,Maa-Do you know where little boys go that throw stones at birds? The Bad Boy Cert! Dey go where dere Is birds. Didn't think dey "went down in a well, did yer? Boston Traveler. Father Now, Fred and Harry, I want to see which of you, will put $1 to the best account in a week. Father (following Saturday) "Well, Fred, -what have you done with your money? Fred I have doubled it Father That is good and promises "well, and Harry, how have you done? Harry I have lost mine. I tossed with Fred and he -won. Pearson's "Weekly. Johnny My book says the wild hog is one of the most pugnacious animals in the -world. Tommy I don't care what your book ksays. Mine says the Bengal tiger is more pugnastier. Philadelphia inquirer. Little TVilllc Paw, is ma a microbe? Mr. Henpeck Why, no, Willie. What makes you" ask such a question? Little Willie Well, the teacher told us that baldness was caused by a microbe. Baltimore American. A. little girl who had been tearing her doll to pieces during the weeK attenaeu Sunday School on the following Sabbath and was asked what Adam was made of. "Dust," she replied. "And what wa3 Eve made of?'' asked the teacher." "Sawdust," promptly answered the little miss. Philadelphia Inquirer. In the crude language of childhood ideas are often expressed which in more mature phraseology lose often a great part of their force and clearness. Tills is illus trated by Tommy's composition on the -"Cat Boat". "The cat boat is called ono because It Is Ilk cafc. "Firstly, the cat boat is very common. "'So Is cats. "Secondly, the cat boat Is small. "So is cats. "Thirdly, the cat boat is cheap. "So is cats." Buffalo Inquirer. Teacher (to new pupil)-What is your last name, my little man? New pupil Tommy. "What is your full name?" "Tommy Tompkins." "Then Tompkins is your last name." "No, Jt isn't. When I was born my name was Tompkins, and they -didn't give me the other one for a month aftorward." Collier's Weekly. "This won't do," exclaimed Mrs. Box, excitedly, "there's 13 at the table." "Never mind, ma," shouted little John ny, "I kin eat for two." Boston Herald. BABY TELEGRAPH OPERATOR. Can Talk Over the "Wire as WeU ns Any 31 nn. Hollis B. Thomas, aged 4 years, is said to be the youngest telegraph op erator in the world. He is the son of W. 3. Thomas, the Joint agent of the Grand Island, the Chicago Great Western and the Santa Fe Hallways at Bee Creek Junction, seven miles southeast of St. Joseph, Mo. When the little fellow was a mere baby he began to make trips to the station where his father worked. He was carried there by his mother, who would wait in the evening and go home with her husband. From tho beginning the baby mani- THE LITTLE FLIRT. III 1 50udL ."Church bells are ringing "SlsteA Sue's singing: " 'Golden land, rosy land, "Mamma's most ready, "So's brother Teddy "Smell the puffoom'ry on fested a great interest In the monotonous click of the telegraph instrument. His parents took little notice of this for a time, but soon began to see that the in strument had some special attraction for the youngster. When he was 2 years old he seemed to comprehend the use of the sounder and receiver, and two years ago tho lather began to teach his son tho signs; he learned them at the same time ho did his alphabet. Tho little fellow has developed into a real telegraph operator, and if necessary could perform ths work of his father in dispatching trains. He has developed the faculty of receiving a message by ear, and immediately transmitting it on an other wire to a distant point without the necessity of reducing the message into wrlttne. Hollis is a bright-faced little fellow- and is the wonder of Bee Creek, where many of the country folk gather to see him working with the Instruments. He can send and receive messages as well as men who have been operators for 10 years. DICKENS AND THE DOLLS. How the Famous Novelist Dried a Little Maid's Tears. Charles Dickens, the novelist, was very fond of children. One day he was walking in the neighborhood of Gad's Hill, near Lorgjon, not long after he had acquired his jiroperty there, when he suddenly ran into a little girl wheeling a doll's peram bulator. In an Instant the tiny vehicle was upset, the dolls being thrown out. It -was a bad accident as far as they were concerned, for wax heads and limbs are not calculated to stand much hard OREGON'S BEST PRODUCTS. 'X-- SAGEBRUSH BABIES, IN PENDLETON'S CARNIVAL PARADE. Here we all are, and wero not the least bit afraid A load of plump babies, In the floral parade! With our tousled gold locks and our merry, blue eyes, Don't you think that we're worth a fine carnival prlzet usage. The. little maid burst into tears, and, much to the novelist's sorrow, re fused to be comforted. "Then come home with me," DIcken3 whispered, soothingly, "and we'll see if we can't find some grand waxen lady in silks and satins for you." So back to the big house the two went and, sure enough, up in his chilren's nursery, he managed to discover a few prettily dressed dolls. With these safely tucked in her perambulator, the little girl trotted off. But it is In the sequel that the best part - , over tho sea!' , my hankochee!" v- i't of the story lies. The child's heart was set on making some return for this kind ness, so her parents, who had not the faintest suspicion of her friend's person ality, took her o town to chooEe some thing. Her choice fell eventually upon a gorgeously bound book. When Dickens, the nBxt day undid the parcel his small visitor brought him, he Was surprised and delighted to see a copy of ''David Copperfleld." Nbt until many years later,, when. they rriel again in society, did the little girl learn who the "kin gentleman" was. Teddy's Tutor. Thomas Tinkler, Teddy's tutor, , Tried to teach Ted taetfully; Trifling Teddy thought too tiresome Tutor Tinkler's tendency. Therefore Teddy, tempting trouble. Tried to thwart the tutor's tact; Turned to taking truant trudges, Till T. Tinkler Teddy tracked. Tutor threatened, truant trembled,' Then to tardy tasks turned they. Thanks to tutelary tyrant, Teddy's talents tell today. Homo Queen. EPISODES IN PUPPYDOM Various Happenings In a. Greyhound Kennel Told, In Puppy Fashion, by One of the Family. When I first opened my eyes to life's awakening, it was to gaze upon the face of my sweet mother, whose large brown eyes told me-in unspeakable language of the love, pride and joy that she felt 'in the possesslqn of her new puppies. She was a beautiful English greyhound, and very much admired by persons who considered themselves good judges of dogs. I soon learned from their conversa tion that I was the most valuable animal, and could see that my mother felt grieved because my brothers and sisters were not fondled and petted as much as myself. (Mothers have no preference.) We all enloyed ourselves very much rollingi and tumbling about upon our poor mother, because nearly exhausted in trying to get us to sleep. Every day other dogs on the place would come and look into the box we called our home, and talk about us to each other; and I overheard one dog say to our mother: "You will have to look out for that puppy (meaning me) or some.-one will steal it." After ho had gone I said to my mother: "I hate that dog; I wish, he would never borne here again." "Hush, hush!" she said; "that is TJncle Tasso. from Boston, and he is of a very fine breed. Did you not notice his beauti ful form and color?" Became Good Friends. After that we came to be very good friends,, and he told us how to look for the train which brought our master from the city. So, when evening came, we all watched for him, and we would all run to the front gate to welcome him home, for he always had a kind word and caress for us all. Whqp. we. wore several months old. we were out on the lawn playing, when sud denly our mother started off on a run, and "we all watched and wondered where sho could- be going; but very soon she came back with a fat hen, telling us we would find it very good eating. We en joyed it very much, but when our master came home he was very angry, and said, ''Daisy must go." So a strange' man came and took her away. Our mother talked a, long time with xsfi the day sh left us, and said: "This ih tho last time I shall look on this beautiful green grass, or lap the clear, cold water from tho pebbly brook; and when I say farewell, I say it forever and aye. So, re member my last words. Be good and faithful to your master, -for he is kind to you." I never shall forget the look sho cast upon'us as she turned to give us our last good-bye. We all cried after her until Uncle Tas so came and told us we must control our selves for "suoh is life," sold he, and added: "These heavy clouds will soon pass away and we shall ee the bright sunshine again." He remained the night with us, trying to divert our minds by telling us a truo story of a dog that saw some thieves steallns clothes that were left to dry on the line over night, and who drove, away the thieves and took the clothes in his mouth to his kennel for safe keeping. Then he said we should keep watch of our master's property just the same as did that faithful dog. Sleepy and Tired. After a while we. began to feel sleepy and tired. 0 we al huddled up around TJncle Tiisso, and- it was the last we knew until , morning, but as soon as w& were awake and found our mother away, we felt so badly that we could not help whining and cryingi Presently one of the dogs on the place came along 'and said, "Eats." At thai Uncle Tasso started oft and we puppies after him, tumbling and turning' summer saults over each other, but when we ar rived at the barn the rat had been caught by Uncle Sport, 'and a fine one he was. Uncle Sport wns all out of breath, but he managed to tell us how the rat bit him and how he came near losing it. We puppies looked at each other in amaze ment, for it was the first rat we had ever seen, and wondered if we could ever catch one as large as that one. One of my brothers said he wasn't afraid of it, and began to toss It up and down, thinking he was very bra.'e. v The next day a man came and took Uncle Rover, away. He and Uncle Fldo were brothers and play fellows. In tho afternoon we saw Uncle Fido sitting by himself, seeming very sad, indeed, for he whined and looked all around for Uncle Rover. Some' people say that dogs do not think or have sympathy for each other, but I heard of one that carried bones to an other dog that had broken his leg. One evening, just after sundown, Uncle Tasso came to our nest and said to us: "You are getting to be such big dogs that I find it uncomfortable to sleep here any longer. I have been accustomed to a bed and will sleep there hereafter." "Oh! Uncle Tasso, please tell us a story before you go," we cried. Uncle Taaso's Story. "Well, I'll tell you a true story about dog that saved the life of a little girl who hRd fallen into deep water. He brought her out safely, but left the Impression of his teeth on her arm. The father of the child thought the dog vicious, and or dered him killed, but hfs maatex said. "No, I will send him out of town," which he did. Some people said that a dog that had f done such a good deed should be free from license the rest of his days. Now, good night. When I come again I will tell you another story." The following evening Uncle Tasso found us waiting outside our nest In the bright moonlight, so he began the story at once. "One very dark and stormy night wo had all been In bed for hours; your moth er was here at that time and you were little pups, just targe enough to be full of mischief.' You wtre all nestled around your mother, sound asleep, dreaming, no doubt, of rabhlta, chipmunks, rats and so forth. PresenMv footsteps were heard on the" piazza and some one took off a window blind, and in so doing let it fall with a loud bang. "At once Spry, a little dog we always looked upc:i as worthless, barked so loudly that they all ritn for their Uvea, tumbling over the fence, breaking the p'tkets and dolrg other damage. From that night little Spry had the respect of all the do?s on tho place." The Prize-winner. Our master missed our mother bo much that he concluded to haVe another English greyhound and sent to a dog fancier to purchase one for him. Ho was wlllinc to pay a good price, provided the animal was perfect in every way. After a few days the man sent word that he hqjd for sale the prize dog at the bench show, and would bring her around tho next day.' We were all out in the grounds In the aftornoon plnying, when a man came to tho big gate, bunging with him a beauti ful dog. We all ran to meet her, for she was bur mother, and she looked once more on the beautiful green grass and drank again from the clear running brook. Auntie Saite, in the Brooklyn Eagle. Find the Pole Star. Place a needle against a strong horse shoe magnet over night. The next morn ing set the needle afloat In a basin of water, and if the stars are shining that evening carry your compass outdoors and the needle will point out to you the beau ful Pole star, to which mariners very often used to pray. Turn the needle as much as you please, it will ever swing to its proper position, but that position will not be just in a line with the North Pole. Why? Because the earth Is itself an enormous magnet, and it influences even HOW THEY LOVE "Papa is afraid some man will marry me for my money. Do you think anyone would7" "Some men -will do almost anything for money." a tiny needle, turning it a trifle to the left, that is t6 the northwest, of the star. It wa the clever Chinese who discovered this simple compass. She Doncribeo It. It was the first day at school. The bell had tapped And the little people of the secondary primary were sitting upright in their scats, hands properly folded and with round eyes fixed on the now teacher, taking a mental inventory. She was ablt nervous. It was her -first school. The children made her "fidgety", they stared at her so hard and watched her m narrowly. fine began to feel like a-mouse that Is within the clutches of a cat. She cast about wildly in her mind for some occu pation to begin the first day. She re gretted bitterly that she had not ar ranged some definite plan of campaign. Then her face brightened. She would find out what the children already knew. Question followed question, touching on divers subjects. "Now, who knows what a skeleton is?" asked the teacher, smiling coaxingly. The little girl wearing the pink gingham apron and occuping the back seat waved her hand wildly and worked her mouth In frantic endeaveor to get "teacher" to look at her. "Well, what is It?" "A skeleton," said, the tot, twisting her apron in her fingers, "Is. a man who ha3 his insides outside and his outsldes off." Denver Times. Miss Buttercup's Party. One day, says a story-teller In the New York Herald, Miss Buttercup thought she would like a party, so her mother said sho might give one on the lake that even ing. They sent out the invitations, written on pieces of bark, and In the evening the party arrived and formed into a proces sion on the lake. First came Miss Pansy, who had for a partner Mr. Butterfly; then came Miss Clover, with Mr. Bee. and Lilies and Daisies and Hollyhocks and numerous" other flowers, and, Insects, all sailing on water lily leaves, with here and there a His Idea of It. sgs' Colonel Cary (a gentleman farmer new to the business) My chickens don't seem to be doing very well.. Rube Vincent What de ye fetd um on? Colonel Cary Why. nothlrts; I thought the old hen gave milk enough. glowworm and firefly to light up the way. After going some distance up the lake, they landed in a large field, and all sat down to supper, with rocks for tables and spider webs for tablecloths and napkins. Thoy all ate heartily of honey, nectar, and for wine they drank dew. After supper the danced and played to their hearts' content. Then all went aboard and were rowed home, to sleep lightly, yet wake spritely as ever. "Word Fnzsle,. Fill up the following blank spaces with a word of five letters, transposing the letters each time so as to form a different word : The girl was carrying a basket full of . She said she could not us any more. The teacher told the boy to the word. The soldier, snatching a from the ground, rushed forward. The laborer in the corn fle!d. The cook tho apples for the pie. Stualc to His Post. When it comes to a battle a horso shows no fear of death, no sign of being over come by panic in all the wild tumult of the battle's roar. A horse In one of our batteries in the Mufroosboro fight ONE ANOTHER. of the Civil War was hit by a plecd of shell, which split his skull so that one side was loosened. The driver turned him loose, but when tho horse saw the team ho had worked with bolng driven back for ammunition ha ran to his old place and galloped back with the rest, sayB "Our Dumb Animals." When an officer pushed him asido to have another horse ut in, he gazed at the now one with a most sorrowful ex pression in his eyes. Then he seemed to realize that the battle was no more for him, and ho walked away and laid down and died. The officer declared that it was a broken heart that killed him. & -fcr W In Too Much Hnate. A Blackbird met a Squirrel one day; "How do you do?" said she; "But, indeed. I need not ask you that. You're well. I plainly see; For round as apples are your cheeks Yes, round as round can be. But, pray, sir. have you lost your tongue? Why don't you answer me?" The Squirrel smiled a crooked smile. And then essayed to -speak. When, lo! out fell at lot of nuts And gTaln from either cheek. "Well, I declare!" the Blackbird cried. As oft she Quickly flew. "I will not stop a moment more With such a fraud as you." "Oh. ho!" the Sculrrel said; "If sh Had made a loneer stay. Shs'd learn that squirrels carry homo Their marketing that way. A fraud. Indeed!" And then he picked Up all the nuts and Brain, And stuffed them In hU cheeks until They grow quite plump again. Margaret Eytlnge, In Jfew York Tribune. HIS EVIL CAREER ENDED Incident of n Famous Wolf Drive,.in Which "Old Three-Toea" Parted With His Knavish Life. Headers of "The Boys and Girls" page of The Sunday Oregonlan. who perused tho story which apeared In the Issue of Sep tember 16, entitled "Stupendous Wolf Drive," by "M. A. Fayorf U" will be inter ested In the present narration of an in cident of that memorable "round-up,' mention of which was omitted on the Sun day in question because of lack of space It will be remembered that the settlers of Grand Prairie succeeded In driving tho wolves and other wild animals into a small, circumscribed space for slaughter, and that few of the frightened creatures escape. oCntlnulng his story, the author says: Cuaxe of Old Three-Toci. "But the most thrilling occurrence of the day and which Interested and gratified all the people of the country side, was the capture of the large, old, gray wolf that had been tho terror of every sheepfold and pigsty on every farm around the Grand Prairie. Everybody knew him and his track. He had been caught In a steel trap and had lost a tpe, and all efforts thus far had failed to secure him. "The people shouted when they saw 'Old Three-Toes' In the ring: 'He'll eat no more sheep But what was their dis appointment when they saw him dash through the line. " 'There, the old thief has? outwitted ua again,' was the despairing cry. "But no, not yet. Two brave young sters, on fast horses, but without arms of any kind, gave chase. On. on, they sped! but as long as 'Old Three-Toes could be seen by the multitude as he scampered over th rolling hills, he seemed to be gaining on his pursuers " 'The old gray rascal Is too long-winded for us! shouted one of. the boys in de spair. " 'But I shall not give him up,' cried the other, in reply; 'I see he begins to weak en.' "At the end of two miles the lad was close upon the wolf. Another half mllo and he was running over the growling, snapping beast, for, by this time, the pantlnjr old beast had become angry and showed fight. " 'Now,' thought the determined youth, 'how shall I capture this ferocious bruto without pistol or club?' Death of the Wolf. "Tho lad was not of the sort, especially ly with the advantage he had gained, to give up the chase, and he was, moreover, like all youngsters brought up on the prairie, clever of resources. Reaching; down, he seized the strap from which was suspended one of the big, heavy steel stirrups of his horse's saddle, and un buckled it. Grasping the loosened end of the strap, he wound It about his hand and delivered a tremendous blow with the heavy stirrup upon the upturned head of the snarling wolf. "Three-Toes' fell over, but, partially regaining his feet, made a fight, until again the stirrup de scende'd upon his head, when again he went down, this time to stay, while tho lad, now afoot, beat out the last semblance of life from his shaggy, bloody carcass. "After a few moments' rest, the young ster flung the body of the wolf across his horse's withers, and, remounting, rode back to- the ring with his prize. There he was given a grand reception, people cheering and running up to grasp his hand and congratulate him for having so plucklly rid tha community of 'Old Three Toes' the most fierce and daring of all the wild beasts destroyed in the day'3 hunt." To Make n Doll's Bed. A pretty flail bed can be made from a grape basket. Remove the handle and replace one-third of the way from tha end. Line the basket neatly with sllko llne or cheese cloth, and wind the handle with a strip of the, same, and again with narrow ribbon, ending in a bow at each end of the handlo. Put a ruffle edged with narrow lace, around the outside of the basket. Inclose the short end by fastening a canopy of tho material used to handle and edge of the basket. Fasten lace edged curtains to the top of the handle, draw ing to either side, where they may bot tied with ribbon. Cover a piece of paste board to fit the bottom of the basket, and the bed is ready for mattress, pillow, etc. It is fine enough for the queen of all tho dolls. Enigma. My first is in drawer, but not in write; My second is in quarrel, but not in light; My third is in all. but not in none; My fourth I A In waves, but not in one; My fifth is In eat. but not In drink; My sixth is in ponder, but not in think; My whole is a. thing to be kept in order.
