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2S THE SUNDAY OEEGONIAN, PORTLAND, DECEMBER 2, 190C. T"""! The Old Roclclnfr Hone. ' Battered And bruised and worn and old. Bereft of his mane and tall, A veteran charter stanch and bold, lie has weathered life's fiercest gale. The hero of many & gallnnt raid. In many a bloodless war, A soldier of fortune, undismayed By battle and wound and scar! Neath the guiding touch of a little hand He has traveled many a mile Through the wondrfui realms of "Playlike Land. "Where tho spirits of Fancy smile. But, strange to say. in his boldest fight, Though he halted .or rested not Through all his travels by day and night Ho has stood In the self-same spot! He was ridden far, he was ridden hard; He has borne fierce brunts and blows. And oft has felt, as a sweet reward, A kiss on his worn-out nose. And though he is rather the worse for wear. And is crippled and scarred and old, In the eyes of his master he still is fair And worth his weight 1n gold. Herald and Presbyter. POLLY IN THE SOUTHLAND Bclngr a. Truthful Record of Various Adventures) in "Whicli n Little Alaskan Maid Engnged. When a letter from Uncle Fxcd, at St. Michael, Alaska, came to Rose Cottage, with the news that Cousin Polly was com ing to spend a year In California, there was great excitement. "You must take care that she doesn't get too warm, or she'll melt," wrote Un cle Fred. "See that she has plenty of whale blubber, and tell auntie to keep her little fur boots mended." Baby Nell and her 10-year-old brother, Dick, were sure that Polly would be a dumpy, fur-clad little Eskimo, like those in their primary geography, but when a dainty little maiden. In a blue serge suit, stepped down on the platform at Gle: Ellen station their dime-museum dream faded. On the first day little Miss Polly's man ners were of frigid politeness, and she was such a contrast to the romping chll- Tl.c ExI-lmo. dren on the hill that Mrs. Allen womlored If her Arctic life had anything to do with it. The next morning the people of Rose Cottage wore awakened early, by the sound of a b'ythe, sweet whistle In the garden. The rollicking notes of "Smoky Moke" came gaily in at Auntie's open window, but when she looked out, that classical air was finished, and she heard "Whistling Rufus" over toward the ra vine. Aunty looked In Polly's room, and it was empty. Then she sent Dick to And her. which he did. high up In the branches of a great oak which overhung the ra vine. "How did you get there?" Dick demand ed. "Climbed." replied Polly: "but I can't get down unless I fall down." "Well, you'll Just have to come down the way you got up. If you don't want to go pitching down the canyon," re marked Dick. Her Composure Disturbed. Polly was evidently very well satisfied where she was, but prosently she In quired what auntie was going to have for breakfast. "Everything good." said Dick, "but the oranges are gone, and mother said if we wanted any, to go up to the orchard and pick some." "Oranges! Off the trees?" squealed Pol ly, and she immediately bogan to scram ble down. From that time on times were lively at the cottage under the oaks. The road up the canyon from Glen El len is bordered with little Summer homes which are occupied by Son Francisco oeople who leave their breezy city in the Summer and go up there to get warm: but. In the cottage just below Mrs. Al len's, the owners, Mr and Mrs. Fox. lived all the year around, and rented half their house to Summer folk." Mrs. Fox was a woman of very peculiar e appearance, and she climbed around in the hills, with her big stick and her steeple-crowned hat, and the first tlmo she came In at Rose Cottage gate Baby Nell thought she was a witch, and ran to the house and hid. Once Mrs. Allen was quite 111 for a few day3 and Mrs. Fox kindly came and did all her work and looked after the chil dren While she was there, she incident ally mentioned that her birthday was on the 15th, and that she did wish her folks "back East" were with her, for her sister, Ann, always remembered and baked her such a beautiful cake. "But land sakes! What'd a body want to go to work and bake a birthday cake for thelrself for?" Mrs. Allen saw quite plainly that she would be expected to contribute the cake, with as much cheerfulness and grace as possible, but until the morning before Mrs. Fox's birthday it slipped her mind entirely. On Thursday morning she remembered the auspicious occasion, in the midst of a pounding headache, and at breakfast,she talked it ovei with Polly and Dick. "You children will have to drive down to the store and get me some red sugar," she said, for Mrs ,Fox had said Sister Ann al ways made a pink and white cocoanut cake; "and when you get back," she con tinued, "you'll have to go to Bronson's after eggs." Bens Int Thronfrh Her Pace". A neighbor. Miss Line, lent the children her horse, and Mrs. Allen enjoined them to drive carefully, as the road to the village was down hill all the way and old Bess was apt to stumble. But as soon as tho redwoods shut them off from view of home, Polly remarked: "I think Besg would go considerably faster than Miss Lane ever drives her, don't you, Dick?" "Yes, I do" agreed Dick. "Miss Lane's afraid somebody'll give her a little exer cise. Let's just see how quick we can get down, if she gets a move on!" The cottages flew by; dogs barked, and people ran out to see If Miss Lane's old Bess was running away. She had never been known to make the trip to the village in less than three-quarters of an hour but this time It was actually only 20 minutes from the time they started that they pulled up In front of the little combina tion store and postofilce at Glen Ellen. After they got the mall and bad made their purchases the children reflected that POLLY SLIPPED AXD FELL It wouldn't do to go back as fast as they came or they would be questioned about their driving. "Let's go Ashing," said Dick. "We can get Will Jones' tackle; he went to the city yesterday." They tied tho horse to a fence and Dick flshed along the creek while Polly went after popples. She soon had a heaping, golden armful, but Dick had poor luck, as Sonoma Creek is pretty thoroughly flshed out. So they returned the fishing tackle and started home. They got back about 10 o'clock, and thought there would be plenty of time to go to Bronson's and return before noon. If they hurried. A Serious Adventure. After climbing the hill back of the house and crawling under the barbed-wire fence, where Polly, of course, tore a great hole In her sleeve, the children started across the grain field. Ordinarily, they went by the county road, but Just now they were bent on saving time. "I guess we can't hurt the old grain much worse than Miss Lane's turkeys," remarked Dick; "they're in here all the time." Just then they heard an ominous bel low, and It sounded near. "What's that?" whispered Polly. "It's 'Bronson's bull and he's In this field! Run. Polly! we'll have to climb that oak over by the fence." They reached the fence n6t a moment too soon, and scrambled up into the oak's friendly branches. Polly first, with the aid of Dick's "boost," and then he pulled himself up after her. The bull came bel lowing after them, shaking his headland tearing up the ground as he came. He knocked the fence over and com menced goring the tree, Polly was scared almost to death, but Dick, in very manly fashion, reassured her, by remarking that Bnby Xell Thought She IVns n Witch old Nick couldn't get at them If he gored the tree all day. Nevertheless it was anything but pleas ant to be treed by a bull out In the middle of a lonely ranch, with no Immediate prospect of rescue. "Mexican Joe' Appears. It was really not long, however, until "Mexican Joe" appeared around the cor ner of the field. He was on horseback. I and a lariat wes swung at bis saddle born, j forBoysand Usually the children were quite as much afraid of Joe as they were of old Nick, the bull, but this time his swarthy visage was beautiful to them, and to his "Buenos tardes!" they responded Joyfully. After Joe had led away their captor. Polly and Dick resumed their journey: got the eg&. for Dick's mother, and reached home with no further adventure. Then the cake was baked an imposing pink and white structure, "six stories high." as Baby Nell expressed it and next morning (Friday) bright and early, Poly and Dick started to earn It to Mrs. Fox. "Be careful, children!" called Mrs. Al len, as they started down the hill path. "Why don't you go around through the gate?" "This Is quicker. Mamma, and we want to go fishing on our way back, responded Dick. The path was steep and ran through tangles of manzanlta, madrbne and pois on oak. "Here, Polly!" said Dick, "let me carry that cake; you'll drop It, sure as guns!" "No such thing? I guess I'm as good a mountain-climber as you are, Dick Al len!" Indignantly retorted Miss Polly. She had. however, no more than said this, when she slipped and fell down the slippery path. She was not hurt nothing ever hurt Polly but the two top layers of the cake slid half off, and there was a crack In it which Polly, as she carefully slid the layers back, said was Just like the course of the Yukon River. Dlclc Is Squelched. "Now, don't you think I'd better take it, Miss Polly?" inquired Dick. "No, thank you, Mr. Allen, we've slid most of the way now, and I'll just keep it." Mrs. Fox was, of course, greatly pleased with her birthday surprise. "But. my sakes!" she exclaimed, "your ma didn't think my birthday was today, did she? 'Taint till Sunday!" The children sat on the porch behind the rosevlne and enjoyed the cookies and the strawberries and cream which Mrs. Fox brought them, and then they went home and told Mrs: Allen all about It. She sank Into a chair and laughed till she cried. "Where's the paper, Polly?" she finally asked. Polly got tho day's newspaper, and It bore the date, "Friday, May 13." "Why, how could I have made such a mistake?" said Mrs. Allen. "The paper OX THE SLIPPERY PATH. I looked at yesterday must have been an ola one; I thought today was the 15th. Well, .1 guess we'll have to lay It to that blinding headache I had." and she laughed again. JUAN1TA. SOME THINGS ABOUT SXAILS. Deaf, Dumb, Blind and Slow, hat Not Altogether Stupid. There are some slow little walkers that move round and round our gardens. You have often seen and wondered and ex- claimed over them. They are said to be deaf and dumb and blind, but after all these drawbacks, and their slowness, too, they manage to walk a good deal by keep ing at It, and to get their living after a fashion of their own. These snails for no doubt you know the familiar little creatures live upon the tendcrost leaves and the most perfect fruits of the garden. So the snails can not be such very stupid creatures, for at least they know enough to select the best of all they find for their dinner. The snail hunts his dinner by night, like many oth er animals, and he has a pleasant, persis tent was of going straight ahead and di rectly over everytblnz which comes in his war. Snails have many peculiarities. Of course you know they cirry their houses upon their backs. The house is made of -a prettily marked shell. While a snail walks along he comes out of this house, but still takes It along with him. Nat uralists tell us that when a snail wants to breathe he must draw himself into his shell to expel the air from his lungs, and come out when he draws air Into his lungs again. This seems to be a very elaborate and troublesome way of breathing, and It is to be hoped the snail doesn't have to do It very rapidly. It Is a curious fact that the spiral pat tern of the snail's house nearly always turns from right to left. But occasionally a snail Is found with his snail pattern turning In the opposite direction. A snail, then, of this unique variety Is regarded as a great curiosity, and if you ever find one, keep It safely as one of the orna ments of your collection. The shell Is a heavy one. marked with brown stripes, and the snail's body is gray. He enjoys his dinners and his slow perambulations all Summer. On the approach of winter he selects a snug corner, and there he makes a close cover for himself out of leaves and dirt, fastening them together with a sticky fluid which Nature has pro vided him to do the work. Enlprma. Mj first Is In food, but not In eat. My second Is In sour, but not In sweet. My third is In book, but not in read. My fourth is in trinket, but not in bead. My fifth Is In brick, but not in stone. My sixth Is In company and also alone. My seventh Is in lake, but not In pond. My eighth Is In loving, but not In fond. My whole Is a game boys like to play On a pleasant Autumn day. JttitiW ."V- y -, Rainbow and the "Wave. day a. little wave ludead. he wasat One naughty. Though the others tried to hush and keep him still. Said: 'Tou mustn't think, comrades, that I'm quarreUome or haughty. But I want to be a rainbow, and I will!" So thesun came shining gladly, and tho wind came blowing madly. And the llttlt wave leaped up to catch the light; And for halt a glorious minute, with only sun shine in It, Ho flashed in seven colors on the sight. So when "behind your task the harder ones . come trooping. While the senses only peace and pleasure crave. And o'er the humdrum work your heavy head Is drooping Just think you of that rainbow and that wave. ' Harriet Prescott Spofford in St. Nicholas. BRUIN'S ROUND OF CALLS Farmer Heaton Takes a Bear to the District School and Two Small Scholars Have a Scare. Laura was visiting Great-Aunt Eliza beth in the country. The farm was a de lightful place when the 'sun shone on the wide yard -and green meadows, but today It was very different. Patter, patter, sounded the rain on the shingles, while Laura sat, close to Aunt Elizabeth and took a sewing lesson. The little girl didn't like the rain and looked very sad every time the big drops dashed against tho pane. But out in the yard where the tulips and 'daffodils grew, the shower was very welcome. The flowers all stretched out their little stiff petal petticoats to catch the I water, and their tall, green leaves grew greener still. "Deir, dear," groaned the little girl, "I just believe I shan't ever learn to hem,-" and she paused In her work to watch Aunt Elizabeth's nimble fingers. "Is my needle Just like yours?" said Laura, after thinking a moment. "Oh, yes," smiled her aunt. After a moment she asked, "Did I ever tell you, Laura, about the bear that visited the school?" "No, no," cried Laura, "but I want to hear all about it," and while the little head bent lower over the seam. Aunt Elizabeth told the story. The Dlntrlct School. "The district school," said she, "was a mile from my father's farm in New York State, but we always went, rain or shine, i my little sister Maria and I, even when the snow lay deep, or when the mud mado it hard for us to pick our way. "One Wintry day we started for school, bright and early. There had been a snow storm in the night, and we walked In the great furrows made by the wood sleds, each of us carrying a little tin dinner pall. The ley wind nipped our noses, and whistled around our ears, but our knitted hoods were warm and comfortable, and we trudged merrily along, reaching the school" house at 8 o'clock. After warm ing our red fingers at the horse-block stove, where a great wood fire roared, we sat down at the rough, little desks with our. spelling" looks. " 'Rap-rap!' sounded on the schoolroom door, 'rap-rap!' "Miss Knapp, the teacher, opened It, and whpm should she sec but old Farmer Heaton. He called out In a very loud voice, "Teacher! teacher! Bring out your young ones! I've got suthln' to show 'em.' "Out we all trooped and saw the strang est sight. On a low wood sled, with only bottom boards and stakes at the sides, sat a curious-looking animal, with a shaggy brown coat like a great dog. Its nose was pointed and its little eyes looked restless and half frightened, as they watched the children. A chain around its neck was fastened to the sled stakes. "A l'onnpr B'nr." " 'It's a young b'ar,' explained Farmer Heaton, 'mild enough now, but will be HIS REPUTATION EASILY WON. terrible fierce later. Got great teeth a'ready. My son Jim catched It, over the river in Greene County.' "The boys pushed bravely nearer to the sled to get a better look, but we girls kept close to the teacher, and were rather relieved when the old man said: 'Well, I must be off; Pm taktn this young feller 'round to the schools for the children to see. Got three more to visit i? reeaom Hill, Jones' Corners and Becket's Cross- ing.' And, calling loudly to his steaming ponies, 'G lang Jako and Rube, they dis appeared down the road. In a cloud of snow. " 'I'm sorry "for that bear,' said I, but Maria's only answer was to clutch my arm tightly, and together we hurried back to the warm school house. "We found It hard to study the rest of the morning for thinking of the bear. Where was. he by this time? Didn't he WICKED FROGGIE AXD feel strange and lonely, taking such a long sleighrlde from school to school? 'At 4 o'clock we started for home. Tho snort v ?nter aay was arawing to a cae.f..was takett awaytemptlng stacks of now and then a few snow flakes nutter- ,,,, ,,,.i,.,. juirt., ,..ki- f.vi ing down. Several of the children went a short distance with us, but for a long half-mile we must go alone. A Supposition. " 'Suppose,' said Maria, slowly, swing ing her dinner pail, 'suppose, Elizabeth, the bear should get loose from that sled and chase us down the road! Oh, what should we dor 'Ob, I'm not much afraid,' I answered boldly, "beside, we could run faster than 1 a bear any day. 1 " 'But I wish we did not have" to go through the Pine Woods,' continued my sister. I wished so myself, but now we entered the dreaded woods. How quiet and dismal they seemed! Tho tall pines stretched out great branches, all heavy with snow, which often sifted down on our heads. The only light came from a little strip of sky. far above the tree tops. "'Remember his claws; Elizabeth?' whispered Mario, stepping faster. I glanced hurriedly over my shoulder, down the snowy rood, and what did I see but a lone brown nnlmnl xcitli h! nnw to xthe ground, trotting toward us! The bear! the bear' It's coming!' I cried, and grasping our palls tightly, we rushed wildly ahead. Once I stumbled, but scrambled to my feet again and sped on. Never was road so long. Our throats grew dry; our breaths came In little gasps, but we dared not slacken speed. The bear didn't gain on us, and at last O Joy! we could see, peeping above a lit tle rise of ground, one of tho farm chim neys, a welcome sight. Safety. "Half crying and completely out of breath, we managed to scramble to the door step, calling loudly, 'Father! fatherr Out rushed mother to see what the mat ter was, and we sobbed out our story. " 'See, girls,' said mother; 'there goes your bear now, down the road. He looks, to me very much like Nep, Neighbor Brown's shepherd dog.' And so it proved. Nep, our good old friend, who never frightened any one, was trotting soberly home. "Several days after, we heard that the bear had really escaped, and had been seen by some boys, making for the Ice bound Hudson, and I hope he found his home and friends." "While Aunt Elizabeth had been talk ing, the little needle had tripped gaily along, till now both seam and story were done. GRANDMA'S "MAKE-BELIEVE." Prepares a Splendid Feast, but None Mortal Came Save Herself. Grandma adjusted her glasses careful ly and took down the calendar which hung on the end of the cupboard. It was a bright-hued calendar, with a spir ited picture of a healthy young farmer THREE-SQUARE PUZZLE. II II ' I I M' ' .- Ill If cut out, the five pieces here shown may be may again be made into two others. To make paste it on a cardboard before cutting the pieces riding a red reaper through yellow fields. But the picture had not the honor of her attention. "Yes," she said, "Wednesday is Wil liam's birthday. I am going to cele brate it. Let's see. I always saved a can of those Early RIchmonds to make him a pie on his birthday, and I guess I've got a can down cellar now." And all that day, and the next, and Wednesday morning grandma swept, and dusted, and garnished the house. The wide-eyed little maiden who stayed with her at night told her mother that "grand- f ma was going to have company she had put flowers In all the rooms, and was doing all kinds of baking." On Tuesday evening, after her lonely supper, grandma walked to the little cemetery on the hill, and, sitting by his grav told "father" about it. "An I put lots of goldenrod In the north room," she said, happily. "You know William's wife was always dretful fond of It, and they say their oldest girl fa- , vors her In everything. I thought id give her that room." Dinner was ready at 1 o'clock on Wednesday the dinner hour on all holi days ind Sundays during all grandma's long life. There was a plate set for "father," and for each of the Ave chil dren who lay unwittingly In their graves; and there were places set for William and all his family, even down to the 2-year-old boy that grandma had not yet REVEVGE OF THE JEALOUS I HIS SWEETHEART'S DREAM OF BLISS DISTURBED. seen. Arranged tastily in her best dishes the rose-decorated china that Arthur had given her the Christmas 'before he fried chicken, delicious vegetables fresh from the garden, hot golden biscuits, and a luscious cherry pie lay before the In visible family. Grandma sat In her accustomed place all alone. She asked the blessing, as she had always done when there was company, grandma being more fluent tnan I "father." I And then she looked up, and the lovely make-believe faded away. The dear, vJiKLic) motherly, housewifely smile died from her face. Alas! Father and the children were gone were lying dead In the little grave yard on the hill. Dead all but William, and he was In a far country, hoping for a long-delayed rescue from siege. 1 The faded blue eyes grew bright with tears - Outside the old-fashioned win dows the maple trees waved uncertainly, and the dahlias grew dim. Grandma looked sternly at them until they be came clear again. Her"s was a brave heart. "I dunno as I can eat anything now," she said to herself. "I must have ovei het myself getting dinner, I . guess I'll step over to Mrs. Rogers" and ask 'em all over to supper tonight." Chicago Tribune. GAMES FOR, CHILDREN. Amusements That "Would Help Pass a School Winter. The New York School Journal gives these as 10 of the games which, with occasional variations of visiting times, kept one primary school happy through a long, cold Winter, and caused rainy days In the Fall and Spring to be hailed with delight. They are placed In the order in which the children liked them best. Tho rule was that no game should be played twice in the same" week: 1. Cat-mouse. 2. Hawk and hen. 3. Needle's eye. i. Green graveL 5. Drop the handkerchief. 6. Hide the button-hook. 7. Button, button. 8. Color. 9. Introducing to the King and Queen. 10. Ruth and Jacob. The first of these, and the most popu lar, "cat-mouse," explains the Journal, requires two players and a doorkeepsr. The smaller child Is the mouse and hides behind a desk while the cat goes out Then the cat is called In and chases the mouse around the room until he touches him. If the mouse Is not caught at the end of one minute, the teacher calls time and chooses another cat and mouse. This Is a lively game and gives exercise In turn to each member of the school. "Hawk and hen" Is an Impromptu vari vatlon of cat-mouse, In which the chil dren pretend to fly. Schoolroom "drop formed Into a large square, and this square the paper thick so that it will not bend, out. the handkerchief is on the same plan, each child hiding his dead on the desk while the one who is "It" drops the handkerchief behind the chosen one. In "hide the button-hook" the children put down th'elr heads and closed their eyes while the button-hook was hidden by one of their number, and each In turn hunted for It while the hlder counted 10. The old-fashioned game of "button, but ton, who's got the button?" and "color," in which a thimbleful of water was thrown Into the face of the one who guessed correctly, were also played in their seats and were great favorites. "Introducing to the King and Queen" Is the old joke where the one Introduced Is given a seat on a coat stretched be tween their majesties and falls to the floor as they rise. The children never wearied of this and were as anxious to go through it the tenth time as the first. "Needle's eye," "green gravel" and "Ruth and Jacob" were played In a ring around the room. They furnished more exercise for all. but could not be more enjoyed than the beloved "cat-mouse." These are only a few of the games that might be played quietly In a school room, chosen for description because one aet of pupils liked them better than any others. There Is a great field for the teacher In making up new games, espe cially ring games, which call every pupil Into action. Pussy Canght the Line. A well-known Boston architect has a tender spot in his heart, and once spent several hours devising a way to rescue a kitten that had fallen Into one of the ventilating flues In the walls of an apart ment In the Boston Postofilce Building. The kitten had been Imprisoned several days without food or water, and the flue was 40 feet In depth. Notice of the mattor was brought to the" architect late of a Saturday afternoon. Tho cries of the kitten could be faintly heard and the would-be rescuer at first RIVAL. New York Herald. thought he would cut through the marble facing of the apartment In which the flue was located. Fortunately some one sug gested that perhaps the kitten might seize the end of a line if it were weighted with something bulky and readily laid hold upon. The experiment was made, and, strange to say, the nearly starved creature al most Instantly took fast hold with Its claws. The rope was very carefully and slowly drawn up and the kitten with it. She was very weak, but warm milk, ad ministered at Intervals, eoon restore-? her. Mr. Nobody. I know a funny little man. As quiet as a mouse. Who does the mischief that is dona In everybody's house. There's no one ever sees his face. And yet we all agree That every plato we break was crocked By Mr. Nobody. , 'Tls he who always tears our books- Who leaves the doors ajar; He pulls the buttons from our shirts And scatters pins afar. That squeaking door will always squa For, prithee, don't you see. We leave the oiling to be done By Mr. Nobody? The finger marks upon the doors By none of us are made; We never leave the blind unclosed To let the curtains fade. The ink we never spill; the boots That ljine round you see. Are not our boots! They all belong: ' To Mr. Nobody! Selection. LITTLE JAPANESE KOZOS Active Lives of Small Apprentice Lads, in the Mikado's Far-Oft Realm Beyond the Sea. The little Japanese apprentice Is called a "kozo" and he belongs to a poor or middle-class family who cannot under take the burden of his support and educa tion In the home. To apprentice a boy to some useful trade means to make a good provision for his future, and the Japanese Idea seems to be that the sooner this ar rangement Is made, the better. When tha parents have decided upon what calling the son shall enter, or .have found a good opening for him, perhaps In the business of a friend, he leaves his home with his parents, and is bound over to his new mas ter with a long career before him as "kozo" before he can aspire to be a workman with wages, and Anally a mas ter himself, If he develops any ability In his trade. The first born son In an Oriental family Is of so much Importance that in Japan he rarely becomes a "kozo," unless his parents are too poverty-stricken to sup port him; but that does not often happen in a country where living is so cheap that small ones can be reared at the cost of a few "sens" a day. If economizing must be done. It is the unfortunate younger sons who suffer by it and are generally apprenticed. Country Boys. Most of the "kozos" in a Japanese city are country boys, so that when they leave their homes they may not return again for many years. It Is not uncommon for a child to become a "kozo" at the age oC 5 or 6 years. If the master considers tho boy bright and strong, and likely to do well In the trade, he pays the parents a good sum of money, and agrees to givo the boy a home, food and clothing until he Is 18, when the apprenticeship Is over. Tho name, by the way, means little priest. Inquiry does not develop the rea son why this term Is applied to them. Some say that It Is because the "kozo3" shave their heads; still their hair is al lowed to grow out again, and not kept shayed like that of the priests. The mas ter probably finds It more economical to have his "kozos " Iralr cut very short. The "kozo" leads a busy Hf"?,one that Is filled with work from early In the morning till late at night, but he rarely receives unkind words or neglect, or suf fers hardship, according to the Japanese conception. Probably a small American boy of any class would object to working as hard as the average Japanese appren tice. The Japanese are a race uniform ly gentle In their relations with each oth er, and harsh words are rarely heard, so the "kozo" Is sure of a home where ha not only has all the rice that Is good for him to eat, but is free from the nagging which people are so apt to give other people's children. Seen Everyrvhere. The "kozos," says the Philadelphia In quirer, in an article on the subject, x from which these facts are taken are to be seen everywhere In the streets in Japan, and in all the stores. If they are apprenticed to a "tabl" maker (tho "tabl" are the white cot ton socks with a separate piece for tho big toe), they sit all day on the little plat,- form within the door of the shop, stitch ing away on the white socks, and deftly fitting In the Ivory fastenings. Generally there are four or five at work at once, and the eldest-is put In charge. He checks all unseemly mirth. In the pres ence of a customer, and interferes when conversation becomes too loud and turns into squabbling, for small boys are much tho some the world over. In the streets "kozos," with their mas ters' name printed on the front or back of their blue cotton frocks, which, with skin-tight trousers of the same color, make their costume, trundle carts with lumber and carpenter's tools, or charcoal, or some kind of grain. Generally tha marks of their avocations are so smeared over their round countenances that it la superfluous to look at the cart to see what they are doing. They alwayg seem good-natured and happy, and have a glow of health on their brown cheeks which anybody might envy. Two Holidays. "Kozos" have two holidays only during the entire year, and one wonders whether they were selected because they seemed the most appropriate for the little fel lows, or whether is just happened that way, for they are the two nolldays which appear on the Buddhist calendar as off days In the Buddhist purgatory. Of course, such a place never existed In the early Buddhism, but It has gradually grown in the imagination of devout be lievers, and the Ust of tho torments la catalogued.