THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN,. PORTIAiSTD, AUGUST 6, 1905.
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Mrs. Meade's Medor's Grand Holiday
EDOR'S loose, mother! Medor's -
loose!"
"Dear, dear! He'll be In all
sorts of mischief," said Mrs. Meade.
"Run, Deane! See if you can't catch
him."
Down the road -went Deane's fat leg,
but not so fast as Medor's four slim ones.
Was there ever a setter puppy, 10 months
old, -who liked belne chalnod to the side
of a doghouse? For many a -weary day
and week Medor had sat and barked for
aid to the sun all day. and howled to the
moon and stars at night, till the neigh
bors -wearied of the sound. When his
bark was tired he said to himself:
"Why am I chained?, "Why am 1
chained? I am a good dog, and If I
should run awav a little bit, I'd come
back again. I know my home, and I love
Deane and he loves me. I know that, be
cause one hot night, when I was very
small and cried because I was afraid of
the dark, he came out in his nightie and
stayed with me In my house. "We cuddled
down together and slept till morning."
But Mr. Meade did not now about this,
and Medor was chained. Toay, as ho
pulled, the chain came loose.
Down the road went Medor and Deane
after him: but Deane fll by the way,
and sat down to rest. Medor did not
sit down. Ha vas aching to stretch him
self In a run. With sxeat swift leaps he
disappeared around a bend, his chain
making figure eights In the air.
Then he realized that Deane was not
following. He raced back around the
bend, a streak of goldon brown.
Yes, Deane was there. With a dash
Medor "was on him. and together they
rolled over In a bed of buttercups. The
chain caught In Deane's shoe and tore it
a little, but Deane only laughed. He
reached for the chain, but Medor flashed
away through a gap in the fence Into a
clover meadow. '
Ah, but It was delicious, that clover
meadow! At first Medor did not look
for anything In particular. He simply
chased himself around. -He vaulted
over the little brook without knowing
that it was a brook; he leaped like a deer
ovor the high clover tops. New strength
seemed to come to him with every
bound.
"OH D12ANK, DKAXi:: COMK TOO. IT IS SUCH TVN'i"
that wo made In the boat, so wo had
to cut It smaller, and It was awful hard
to make that glass break straight. But
after a. while we got it so It would
fit kind of and then we plastered the edges
all over with putty and things. "We found
a can ot white lead In tho toolhouse ana
Dave said that a . book that told boya
how to make things that he had rcac
once said that white lead was Just right
for making boats water-tight, so we took
a stick and put the stuff all over the edges
where the glass was on the bottom of the
boat.
It was awful hard getting the boat
back. In the water without breaking the
glass bottom, but we did it- It was lucky
that we had a lot of muscle, I guess.
Well, anyway, the water came In all
around the edges, and Dave had to keep
Into a thicket of trees and underbrush.
It was strange and sweet and dark In
there. The trees on the Meados lawn
were trimmed up neat and high and ugly:
here the brandies drooped down and
caressed him.
Plff! What was tht gray shadow
that flitted past him and up a maple
tree? Medor's first thought was a civil
ized one, as he said "Kitten" to himself.
From the far corner of the meadow he t Then he looked vm tho tree, and felt
silly. That gray thing with the bushy
stopped to look and see of Deane was
coming. No. Deane had climbed up and
wa3 sitting on the top of the fence, laugh
ing at Medor's capers. With a whirl the
dog was back at the boy's feet.
"Oh. Deane. Deane." he tried to say:
"come, too. It is such fun!"
Deane could not run like that, but this
time he did not try to catch the swirling
chain: and Medor was off again in a
twinkling. Once more around the field,
and then his eye began to take In details.
First there was the brook, and he stopped,
panting, with his tongue out. and drank.
The water was good and cool, and lie put
his feet in. Deeper, deeper he waded, till
the soft ripples lamied ovor his back. Oh,
it was living, this! To bathe in the run
ning water! No more tubs and dry towels
for him! -Up the bank ho climbed, and
with a shake sent showers of water over
the laughing grass and clover.
Medor raced through the hedge and
tall and round cars and shiny eyes was no
kitten.
He was punished at home if he barked
at the kitten. But this thte was a squir
rel! Medor barked and barked, bat little gray
Squirrel knew that dogs cannot climb
trees, and he just laughed and threw chips
down In a fine corn.
Then with a chatter of derision he was
gone Into another tree, and out of sight.
A bird sans: somewhere; but Medor
could not see the bird; a partridge
drummed on a log near b3 but as Medor
stole up sofUy, a whining of wings fold
that he was too late.
It grew still under the tree, and he
trotted on and came to the high road.
There was a house near, and a little girl
stood In the front yard. Medor knew
her. It was Helen, who sometimes played
I with Denne.
"Mother, mother!" cried Helen;
"here's Medor!"
Medor dashed up wild with delight, and
Helen caught his chain.
"Fasten him up. dear. He must have
broken loose, and they'll bo looking for
him."
So Helen tied him to a tree.
What did this mean? Had a friend be
trayed him? "Oh. Helen. Helen!" walled
Medor in dog language. "'Oh, cruel, cru
el!" he howled.
Helen could not bear his pitiful plead
ings. "I can't do It! I got to let you go!"
she said, with a little sob, and Medor
was free again.
One more mad circle through the
meadows, one more drink at the brook,
and then he thought of Deane, and looked
for him on the fence.
He was not there, but he was under It,
fast asleep.
Medor came up to him. tired, happy.
wriggHajr all over from his dripping red
tongue to the tip of his shaggy brown
tall.
But Deane did not sec him. So Medor
crawled up and laid his panting longth
close to the little boy. and kissed him on
the tip of his chin, as If he would say:
"It was fun, fun. fun! But I'm tired
now, and we'll go home. And, oh, Deane,
let's do It again every day!"
X:FAMS CF AUTTtE sex?
on the rocks till we got good and dry, and
then went In and had our supper.
After supper the people that owned tho
boat went down for a moonlight row, and
when they couldn find their old boat they
hollered right away that somebody stolo
it, and before we knew It Dave and me got
blamed for It.
So then we up and told them how they
were dead wrong, and that wc not only
didn't steal their boat; but that we had
put In a hard day's work making It better
than It ever was. and that they could see
for themselves when she was fished up
from the bottom.
And yet, ven after I told them that
they could easy put in a new pane of
glass where my foot went through and
that they would have the best boat that
ever was on that lake, they got so mad
that mo and Dave soon saw there was
no use in talking to them, and so we
walked away.
We didn't feel after that like asking
them to let us use tho boat again to to
dipping it out pretty quick, so he couldn't
get much of a chance to look down
through the class, and he wasn't Balls
fled, even though I tokl him there wasn't
much to sec. So we had a kind of
little scrap and my foot went through
the glass and the next minute the boat
was sunk. The water came in awful
quick.
Wc wasn'tvfar from shore, and me and
Dave swam in all right and sat around
Pioneer Sugar-Makers of the Forest
Br GOOD LUCK WILL SANK HIS AX INTO THE HEAD OF ONE.
CHAPTER II.
IT had been a warm and rainy day early
ln the month of March, and Will and
Sadie had Just got fairly settled at the
sugar-bush. When night came down it
was a black one, with a steady pour of
rain. Wood enough to run the fire through
the night had been made ready, and it
was but a few steps from where the sweet
sap boiled in the big kettle to the shanty
with its tight roof and warm blankets.
At about 8 o'clock Sadie fell asleep as
she listened to the patter of the rain, but
Will remained very wide awake. He was
still awake at Iff. and was about to put
more fuel on the fire when a strange
thing happened. An owl that was roost
ing in a tree near by. but had not called
out. was attacked by another owl. The
fight was a fierce one. and the birds
made .so much noise that the sleeping girl
was awakened. She had scarcely been
told by her brother what was going on
when one of the owls came flopping down
Into the kettle of boiling sap. It uttered
a screech and hopped out, but in so doing
It fell Into the lire and was dead In a
moment. The burning flesh and feathers
made a great stonch for a time, and It
was no doubt this smell that reached the
nose of a wolf prowling around. Will
was fixing the fire when he heard the
wolf howl, and next instant Sadie cried
out that she saw the beast.
boy seized a blazing brand and ran at
them, and though they gave way before
him for a few yards, they were c t
driven off. On the contrary, they semed
I to grow more savage all the t'me an!
! to be encouraging one another to atr.ak
Had "Will been a man and a hunter he
' would have realized that there was !aj
j ger. but ho could not have done ant', ".g
t better than he did to meet It. He eh! led
Sadie for becoming frightened and wb m-
pering. and picking up the light ax with
which he cut the wood he backed Int the
I shanty and prepared to fight if attack-I
A stout club lay at the door, and th!s ha
j put into his sister's hands and to'd her
she must strike hard and fast If the
wolves came.
I You must understand that what I have
called a shanty was a rude house made of
rough boards. There was but one r-m,
and neither door? nor windows The
front of the shanty was perfectly opor,
i Had there been only one wolf he wuM
j have run away when the first flrebran l
was flung at him. Had there been on'y
two they would not have dared to attark0
no matter how hungry they were Be ng
five of them, they grew bolder and bolder,
and crowded up nearer and nearer, and
the children finally saw that they would
be attacked.
"We will got elear back to the far en-V
said Will, "and when they rush at us we
must fight for our lives. If we can kill
or wound two of them the others rrs;vr
go away. Don't cry now. You must fight
as hard as -I do."
Two minutes later two of the waives
entered the open shanty and sprang at
the children. They had their weapons
raised, and by good luck Will sank tho
ax Into the head of one and stretched
him dead at a single blow. The other
wolf attacked Sadie, and he bad got a
mouthful of her dress and was trying to
drag her to the ground when she gave
him such a blow across the paws that
he ran howling away. Others were radv
to come on. however. As two more Jumped
in. Will gnshed one in the head, and
Sadie poked the end of her club into the
other's open mouth and sent him yelplnjc
away. That ended the fight. The w.-dves
realized that they had got the worst of
It and withdrew. One lay dead and an
other had his shoulder cut open, and Sa-
die and her club had taken the fight uc
of two more. The one who was unhurt
That there were wolves In the forest the
children knew, but they had been told j sat up and howled for others to come, but
that the brutes dared not attack human
beings. Now and then they had been
known to kill a calf or to have a fight
with dogs, but hunters said they would
run away at sight of human beings. Will
was not at all alarmed when he knew
that a single wolf was near by. He
stirred up the fire until he made a great
blaze, and also threw a club In the direc
tion of the wolf, but the howl the animal
Uttered was answered from three or four
directions, and a few minutes later there
were five wolves about the camp. The
It seemed that there were no others with
in sound of hjs voice. Presently Will
dashed upon the wolves with his ax.
striking right and left and yelling at the
top of hfc voice, and the four became
frightened and ran off. and they were not
heard from again that night. Something
else was. however. The scent of tho
roasting owl had brought the wolves, and
the dead wolf was to get thera Into trou
ble with a human being. How It came
about I will tell you ext week.
(To be continued.)
The Story of the Runaway Caterpillar Sofa
RS. BLUB BOTTLE looked envl
P ously at the young Misses Lady
Bug, who were gossiping together,
and fanning themselves with large, proud
waves of thoir new Imported fish-scale
fans.. They never once looked in the di
rection of Mrs. Blue Bottle.
But It was not the fish-scale fans, nor
yet the haughty deportment of the Misses
Lady Bug that excited Mrs. Blue Bottle's
envy- It was the new brown and black
velvet couch on which they were seated.
It certainly was a beauty.
"The way them Lady Bugs Is spending
their money is a shame and a disgrace,"
remarked Mrs. Blue Bottle to Mrs. Darn
ing Needle, who had dropped in for an
afternoon chat, and had brought her
mending. Mrs. Blue Bottle's grammar
was a little off color, but then, she did
not belong to the Bon Ton.
"Their pride will have a fall. Mark
my words," said Mrs. Darning Needle.
"That there new sofy they're sitting
on Is fine," said Mrs. Blue Bottle; "and
soft no end. I can see that by the way
they sink in. I never seen It before.
And the cost! Why, I guess I could keep
my whole family a year on the price of
the velvet."
"Do they speak to you?" whispered Mrs.
Darning Needle.
"They're too proud to even look my
way. Just because all their family have
red covers to their wings, and I . havo
only Just plain wings. Why, they're that
exclusive! t never get a chance to even
peep into their kitchens, and kitchens is
my strong point, you know."
'Of course," said Mrs. Darning Needle,
'you know how much they paid for their
fancy couch."
"No, I hain't found out yit. but it must
have took at least two beebags full of
good butterfly golddust."
"I wonder if they'd speak to me?" said
Mrs. Darning Needle.
"Try 'em and see."
"I believe I will, if you'll look after
my mending and my apron.
So Mrs. Darning Needle put on her
sweetest smile, and, whirring her wings
in her most stylish way, she poised above
the Lady Bugs.
"Good morning, ladles."
No answer.
"Good morning (ahem!), ladles. Will
you allow me to sit on your sofa?"
"My doar," said the youngest Miss Lady
Bug, "do you not her distant thunder?
I fear there Is going to. be a storm. I
also percolve a curious cloud that is ob
scuring our sunllghtT"
That was all that Mrs. Darning Ncedlo
could got out of them. So she went back
to Mrs. Blue Bottle, discouraged. But she
had made a discovery.
'That new sofa don't belong to 'era.
They never bought it and they never
rented it; and they won't hare It long.
You wait and see."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Just you keep your eye on It, Mrs.
Blue Bottle. It is Moving Day for the
Lady Bugs."
Mrs. Blue Bottle stared with all her
might. Suddenly the sofa began to move.
It straightened itself out. then it con
tracted, and then It began to walk off In
a dignified manner.
The Misses Lady Bug looked around in
a. helpless way, and tried to clutoh on,
but in vain. .
Over they went, head first, onto the
ground, and lay on their backs, kicking
and screaming in a very undignified and
unladylike plight.
"Please help us to turn over," they
called.
So Mrs. Blue Bottle and Mrs. Darning
Needle poked thoiflTover onto their feet,
and the humbled Lady Bugs asked them
to call over for tea next afternoon.
"We'll come." said Mrs Blue Bottle,
as she and Mrs. Darning Needle resumed
their sewing, ''when you git your old
Caterpillar sofy back"
say & word, so we
ELL. we ain't up In the mountains uncle was so proud that he got red all
any more. The hotel people said j over and couldn't
to Dave's uncle that they didn't shouted "Tiger."
have room enough for me and Dave. They j Wc are on the seashore now where
said that what we needed was to be in there ain't a thing excepting sand and wa-
w
the middle of a prairie, and that Just a
common hotel full of ordinary white peo
ple didn't offor us the right kind of a
place.
Me and Dave told them that It was aw
ful kind In them to think about us, but
we could got along somehow, even though
we did think ourselves that the pralrlo
Idea was great. But Dave's uncle said
that he guessed thoy were right, and so
ho up and got a wagon almost as soon as
they said it to him. and we drove to the
railroad station and the people on the
porches hollered "Hurrah!" and Dave's
"THAT NEW SOFA DON'T r-BELONG TO 'M.'
ter, and Dave's uncle says that he wants
to see what we can do with that.
Dave's uncle says queer things some
times.
in my last I wrote you how me and
Dave made a dam and turned tho water
fall around. Woll, after that thoxhotel
people acted to. us kind of I don't know
how, so we didn't hang around there
much. But me and Dave wont down to
the lake a good deal, and It was there
that wo got the great Idea of making a
glass-bottomed ( boat like those that we
read about in the book on Bermuda, where
the people look through the glass Into the
water.
So there was a lot of bully boats hang
ing around the landing, and Dave and
me picked out the best one. She was a
dandy, all shiny with varnish and brass
oarlocks, and giddy cushions and things
And then we went up to tho hotel and
borrowed a saw and other tools and we
measured out a good square place in the
bottom of .the boat and hauled her up on
shore and awed It out.
nrst on, without thinking, I said to
Dave that maybe we'd better find out
who owned tho boat and tell them what
we were going to do, but Davo said that
it would be much nicer if It came as a
surprise to them, and so then I saw, of
course, that they would be tickled half
to death to find what a great improve
raent we had made for them.
It wasn't so easy to saw It out, and
me and Dave was halt sorry wo tackled
the Job before we got through with it.
but at last we got it done; only the peo
ple that built the boat made it of pretty
bum stuff, and when we sawed good and
bard the wood split all around every few
minutes.
When we got it cut out as good as we
could with such bum wood, we had to
go back to the hotel and find some glass,
and we had a Job looking for It, because
there wasn't a bit that was loose any
where; and so .at last we had to take
down a whole window sash. But it was
'way round the back end of the place.
where it didn't do anybody any good any
how.
Besides, Dave said that they could have
It back again when we got through with
it.
The sash was too big for the hoi
THE FBRJJTHKT WDT 77C B0u fi&E
' ' Patsy Finds Somebody's Uncle
It, and they never were decent enough to
offer it after all our work. And we went
away so In a hurry like that wc don't
even know what wonderful things tncy
saw with it.
P. S. Dave's uncle just said that he
had to pay the people for that boat. Me
and Dave wonder why he didn't take it
along.
P. S. Tho window sash that we took
out was on the Icehouse, and the hotel
people said that all the eating stuff got
spoiled on account of It, and there wasn't
anything to eat next day.
P. S. Dave got drowned today, but they
woke him up antn after about an hour.
The Goldlc Cat's Hcvcncc
Goldle, the yellow cat. hated books.
Books were the one thing his master
loved better than hp did him.
There were many books In the library.
and the master loved and read them all.
Sometimes he would even forget when
meal times came, and Goldlc would have
to remind him by patting his check with
a soft paw, or walking across the pages
of the book. I
Goldlc thought the library a fine place
but for the books. The rugs were soft.
and there was an "unfailing saucer of
cream for him under the table.
One day. seeking a dark place to nap In,
the cat leaped on a low shelf where there
was a hole between two booxs. in this
recess he curled up and went to sleep be
hind the books.
When ho awoke, the hole where he had
entered was stopped up with a great book.
In vain he searched for a way out. The
books were too heavy for blm, and he be
gan to be frightened.
"Master, master." he mewed. But the
library was deserted, and no one an
swered. Poor Goldle did not know that
his master, after putting the hea"y
book back on the shelf, had missed
Goldle, and even then was searching for
him, walking up and down the street, and
asking everybody If they had seen his, pet.
It was two days before he entered the
library again, very sad because Goldlc
was lost. The very first sound hcheard
was a faint "mew." The next moment
he had found his pet. Goldle. fed and
warmed, soon recovered, but he never
forgave the book that bad been his Jailer.
One day the master, having drawn the
table close to the fire, for the day waJ
cold, was called from the room for a few
minutes. On the table, perilously near
the edge, he left the great book that
Goldle hated.
With claws and teeth, he flew at his
enemy, and in a moment had pushed it
from its precarious position. Off the table
it fell and Into the glowing grate. The
old naoer and leather burned furiously.
and when tho master returned GoIdIe was
sitting innocently on the hearth rug. and
all that was left of the book was a few
gray fragments that floated up the cblm
ney and a terrible smell of burnt leather.
Ain't I?
I'm dot a little pimple
What d rowed tip on my nose.
An' Mama says it's redder
En er lobater er a woie
Anx des betaute I stretched It
Her spanked me till I nowl'd
An' den I stratehed It mo an mo'r
An yowl'd en yqwl'd an' yowi'd
It made me des so awful mad;
Tans evy body knows
,rn dot er .right ter stratch it If
It dro"wd on ray own nore.
KATE THTSON MAT.R.
ONE afternoon Patsy took a chisel and
a hammer and wont down the road
to the big gray rock to dig out garnets.
It was warm but very interesting work.
The stonesr came out quite easily; only at
times It was difficult to catch them be
fore they fell into the long grass at the
base of the rock. However. Patsy man
aged to. get a small handful. Some wore
very small, some were large but imper
fect, and a few were really quite pretty.
The perspiration was rolling down her
face and her hair was pasted around her
TfAce In small, tight curls when she de
cided to rest. She went up the path to
the not where she had started to build
he forest home, and what was her sur
prise and fright .to find the fairy doll
occupied by a man fast asleep.
At first she was going to run away.
Then she noticed that the sleeper was an
old man whose wrinkled faca looked' very
gentle. Beside him on the grass lay a
peddler's pack. She decided to let him
have the place to himself; so she went
back to the rock.
While she was hammering away at the
rock again", the little old man came down
the path. He smiled when he saw Patsy.
"Garnets, eh?" he said. "I used ter bo
dlggln them when I lived In these parts.
Are thar enny more houses below here?"
"One." said Patsy, "the other's vacant.
We call It the ha'antcd house. It really
ain't, you know."
"I'd like a drink o water fust rate.
said the old man. "even ef you folks don't
want ter buy nothln. I've got hair rib
bons and lace and shoe strings"
"Oh shoestrings!" exclaimed Patsy
"good! Mine 'r busted In three places.
111 go with you to Mamma."
The old man chuckled pleasantly and
talked a bit as they went toward tho
house. Patsy gave him a seat vln the
outer kitchen and a drink from the spring
that trickled through the wooden spout
into the wooden trough. Then she went
to call her mother and Josle and Mrs.
Peabody, while the old man opened his
pack and spread out his wares.
He really had some prettj things and
Mrs. Newton bought some lace to trim a
cotton dress and plenty of shoestrings
and pins and needles and thread; And
Patsy bought a beautiful pink celluloid
comb to keep her hair out of her eyes
in front. Everybody laughed at Patsy
for taking a pink one. but Patsy said that
was what she had always wanted.
The old man didn't laugh. He said It
looked very beautiful In Patsy's brown
hair.
He talked a good deal. He told them
that he had peddled for 20 years and that
he thought all his blks were dead. Ho
didn't have any home, but whenever he
got tired of traveling he'd Just, stay a
while In a town or a farmhouse. He could
always find some one to take him to
board, he said. All he cared was Just
to have enough to bury him and not be
a burden on anybody. Otherwise he was
happy the whole year 'round and nothing
bothered him.
"I had an uncle, my mother's brother,
who used ter peddle hurt we heard of
him," said Mrs. Peabody. "He liked to
wander Jest thet way. Mebbe you've met
him."
"Meet lots o' folks," said the old man.
"What molght his name hcv bin."
"John Morrill." replied Mrs. Peobody.
"Wc ain't heerd of him for years."
The old man looked up suddenly and
then his eyes filled with tears.
"That's my name," ho said. "You're
my little niece Rosy."
It all seemed like a storybook, but It
was really true. The old man was so
happy he couldn't speak for a long time.
"I'm so grateful fer my own folks,"
he'd say over and over again, and then
he would give Patsy a little pat on the.
head because sho brought him In.
He stayed with Mrs. Peabody for sev
eral days, helping with the work and
telling funny stories of where he had
been and what he had seen, through the
country.
At the end of the week, however, he
grew restless and packing up his pack
started off on the road.
Til be back bye'n bye," he said, wav
ing his hand. "I'll be back to board fer t down the dusty road and wondered bw
thgWInter time, ef you'll take me. but i It would feel to be a peddtar wHtwwt a
I'm off now business is business." ! home or school or friends or reJativos,
Mrs. Peabody shook her head gently. ( but Just wandering on and on and o.
"Mebbe he will," she said, "but he wus She decided it would bo fun to play
alwuz like that. He couldn't stay put." j peddler, but she thousht it would be
Patsy watched the old man disappear i enough for her Just to pretend.
. nr1
o Was i msLireat 1 rave
ler?
TT LITTLE more than 2C0 years before f centuries after his death. But time and
rr(otna. rnlnmhK discovered exploration proved Him correct.
Christopher Columbus discovered
America, two brothers went traveling
round the Northern shore of the Black
Sea to tho Crimea- and the Sea of Azov
and so on into Western Asia.
Who was he?
Ruth's Wineglasses.
Polly and Ruth stood on the brad
piazza, trying to think of some mw game.
This, in itself, was a wonderful voyage On the lawn Will and CharHe were jiy-
for those days. But It was only the be
ginning of a more wonderful one a voy
age that would be considered remarkable
even today. They heard about the great
ruler of the Mongolian world', Kubla
Khan, and they traveled clear across un
known Asia to Pekln to see his court.
Now they were wise ami learned men.
and when the great Sovereign, who was
called "Lord of the Earth" by his sub
jects, had talked with them for many
months, he became so desirous of giving
his people the advantage of European
learning that he asked the two travelers
if they would return to Europe as his
Ambassadors and ask the Pope to send
teachers who might tell his people about
the Christian religion and the Seven Arts
of Europe.
The Seven Arts were rhetoric, logic,
grammar, arithmetic, astronomy, music
and geometry-
The two travelers accepted the commis
sion and returned . to Europe. When,
finally, they set out to go back to the
Khan, they took with them their nephew,
a boy of 13.
This boy became a great favorite at the
Mongolian Court. The ruler, who loved
to hear about strange and distant coun
tries, soon found that the young man
could tell him more about what he had
seen than any of his Ambassadors and
soldiers, so he got into the habit of send
ing him on missions that took him into
distant places.
Thus the young man traveled to coun
tries of which Europeans of that century
had not even heard. He continued his
voyages foc-the great Khan for 17 years,
until he had knowledge of a greater num
ber of countries than any other man In
the world.
Some of the countries that he visited
thus have not been visited by many civil
ised men since then, even to this day.
The recent voyages of Sven Hedln took
him Into some parts of Asia, ror instance,
that had not been seen by any European
since they were described more than 600
vears ago by the traveler who Is .the sub
ject of this article.
He was the Iirst traveler 10 irace a.
route across the whole length of Asia.
He was the first to explore Persia. China.
Thibet, Slam, India and Japan. He first
told of the hidden unnsuan empire 01
Abyssinia.
So wonderful seemed the tales told and
written by him when he returned to Eu
rope that men would not believe half of
them. Indeed, his narrative was looked
on as more fiction than truth for many
Ing croquet; but It was in a Usttoss. dis
pirited sort of way. Overhead an August
sun was boating down.
Suddenly Ruth's face brightened.
"Suppose we have a tea party," sin
suggested, "and Invite the boys?"
The two little girls hurried prepara
tions. Soon Poliy was established at one.
end of the piazza behind a small taWe.
Her refreshments consisted of water,
which was to be served in little blue efs,
and a plate of big. red apples.
Ruth was at the other end of the piazza.
with a similar table and pitcher of water,
but in place of the blue cups she hod pink
glasses, and these were fianked by two
lines of wlnesaps.
When all was ready, the boys wero
summoned.
"Whew, but it's hot!" cried Harold, as
they wont to Polly's table and aeeepted
the cups of water. "Tnis tastes srd
when a fellow Is thirsty. Thank yur
as she gave each of them an apple.
Then they went to Ruth's table.
"Will you have some wine, gentlemenl
she asked, as she filled the pink glasses
with water and offered them to her
guests. "You will find It vary good. I
think."
Harold accepted his and drank it with
an exaggerated show of relish, but llttte
Tommy shook his head.
"No. sank you," he said, gravely: "1
don't d'Ink wine. I'm a temp'ance boy."
"Oh. but this Is all right. Tommy."
urged Ruth.
"Of course. It is," echoed Harold.
But stlh Tommy shook his head.
"No. I sank you," he said. "I doa't
want any."
Ruth looked chagrined, but offered Mm
one of the apples.
"Here's a nice wlnesap. Tommy," she
said; "you will take this?"
Tommy drew back.
"I don't tate wine of any tlnd." he said,
resolutely. "I dess I'll do an dlt one of
Polly's apples."
Ruth hesitated a moment; then she
raised the pretty pink glasses and threw
their contents over the piazza railing.
"Now, if I go in and ret some nice,
fresh water in blue cups, like Polly's, will
you drink' It. Tommy?"
"Yesm; an' p'ease dlt some apples that
ain't wine apples."
So the water and apples wore brought
and thcreaftpr Ruth was careful not to
use her cherished pink glasses when
Tommy was to be a guest at her table.
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