THE SUjSDAY BEGONIAS', PORTLAND, AUGUST 13, 1905.
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Pioneer Sugar-Makers of the Forest
THERE was no further sleep for the
children that night- Tho rain con
tinued to fall, and there was fear
In their hearts that another pack of
wolves might appear at any time. Tho
lire was kept going, but aside from that
"Will and Sadlo sat in the shantr "with
weapons in their hands and listened to
every suspicious noise around them. It
was a big relief to them -when daylight
Anally came stealing through the -woods.
Mr. Scott had planned that he -would
visit the camp and the children twice
a -weok during the sugar-making season.
He would come Wednesday and Saturday
evenings and bring them fresh provisions
and render his assistance. On Saturday
evenings he -would remain all night and
all day Sunday. It 'was on- a Monday
night that the -wolves had come; There
was no thought on tho part of the chil
dren going homo next morning to toll of
their adventure. Daylight brought new
courage, and right away after breakfast
Will sot to work to skin the wolf he had
killed. The fur would not sell for much
at this season, but ho knew that the
county paid a bounty of ?3 on every "wolf
killed. In those pioneer days, every coun
ty thus rewarded the man -who killed ji
dangerous "wild animal.
The skin had been removed and stretch
ed on tho ground, and Will was preparing
his palls to bring in sap -when an Indian
walked into camp. There "wero plenjy of
red men about at that time, but they "were
of the peaceful Chippewa tribe, and no
one gave them any attention. This In
dian was, however, known to both tho
children as a bad man. He had been ar
rested In tho village several times for
drunkenness and fighting, and on ono oc
casion had drawn his knife to slab a
man. Whatever stealing -was done around
the village -was laid to him, and there
had been talk of giving him a public
whipping if ho did not clear out. Tho
Indian was called Okemas by the othor
Indians, but the -white folks had given
him the name of Sam.
Sam, as -we shall call tho Indian in
this story, came walking into camp as
if it belonged to him, and at once de
manded that he be furnished -with break
fast. The children wore not afraid of
him, but be was given food. Whenever a
man asked for food in those days, he got
It, no matter -whether he "was white or
The Wonderful Book That
IT was a wonderful book, and Robin
loved it. because his mother had loved
it.
, Robin's mother had gono away a year
ago, and his auntie had told him she
would never como back to him. Ho was
very lonely without her, for they had
been such good friends, and had un
derstood each other so well. But Robin
hoped that some day, perhaps whon he
was a man ho might feel her arms
around him again.
Moanwhlle he treasured her book as
his very own, for sho had given it to
him one-day whon ehe lay on the couch,
white like tho blossoms on tho syrlnga
bush outside the window.
"Robin, dear," she had said, "I want
you to have tho Wonderful Book for
your very own to keep always. A When
you ore older you must read all .tho
stories for yoursdf, and romember tho
happy days we have had together."
The cover of the book was all rich
In blue and gold and brown and in
side there were beautiful colored plctfaroa
knights in armor, and lovely ladles;
King Arthur, Guinevere, Launcelot, Gala
had. There were stories of brave men
and women and daring deeds. He had
heard them so many times that he knew
them all by heart
But best of all, Robin loved a picture of
a fair, tall woman with golden hair, and
tender eyes, who seemed to smile at
him from tho page. "E-l-a-I-n-e." he
would spoil the name beneath her. "I
am going to learn to read fast so I can
read the story about you. You are like
my mother, and I shall call you bo."
Then he would lay his face on the page
and sob:
"Oh, mother, dear, can't you come out
of tho Book to your little boy? I am
so lonesome for you."
Sometimes tho tears would fall, but he
was careful never to let them blister
the beautiful Book.
One day he lay on the rug looking at
the picture, and suddenly he started.
Surely tho lady was alive. He could see
her golden "hair stirring In the wind, and
she raised her white hand and beckoned
to him.
"Then like a voice out of a cloud he
heard her speak: "
"Come, little son. Let us walk in the
garden together."
How Robin did it he could not tell,
but there ho was, holding hor hand
and laughing and pressing her warm
fingers to his cheek.
"Oh, my lovely ladyl Aro you really
my mother?"
"Yes, little Robin. I have come back
Just for this half hour to let you know
that I love you, dear."
Hand In hand they walked together
in the loveliest garden he had over
seen, all full of nodding bloom and
bird song.
Tho farther they went the larger the
garden seemed t grow. There were
new trees that Robin had nover heard
about: new flowers, strange, sweet and
wonderful. The broad lawns wero
showered here with red lilies, and
there with pale narcissus buds and yel
low daffodils.
Now they came to a spot where the
trees grew dense and tall, and mado
an arch over their heads like tho ceil
ing in the church, and the sun drifted
OBL MY LOVXXY LADT! ARE
1VIIX SEIZED THE SKJX WITH
black. Sam saw the -wolf skin at once,
and -was told how the wolros camo the
night before. He had no -words of praise
for tho children's bravery, and no thanks
for the meal given him. When he had
as it did through the stained-glass
windows, and Robin's mother seemed
to shine with the glory of tho light.
Again they wandered by a broad
lake, upon whose placid bosom tho lil
ies and lotus blossoms rested and
smiled up at them. The soft air wa
vered above the water in a mist of
rainbows that crept to their very feet.
They sat down in a cool, grassy
place, and Robin's arm stole around
his mother's waist.
"Oh, mother, mother! I hayo missed
you so. Tell me how you got out of
tho Book. Do you know all those
knights and ladles and Kings wo read
about?"
Awakening of
IT SEEMED very grand to Billy, who
had never before been outside of New
York, to go to the big Portland Fair,
and to spend a long six weeks on tho old
farm where his father had lived when a
boy. Tho farm bad been In their family
for three generations, since Billy's great
grandfather had gono West and taken It
.up as a homestead, more than a half-century
before. And now Billy himself Billy
Walllngford In care of a friend who wont
to thevFalr, traveled all the long dlstanco
frbm New York to spend his vacation
thore.
Little did Billy know of tho sorrowful
letter that had preceded him, which his
mother had writton to his Aunt Mary
about Billy's terrible temper.
"Whippings and scoldings do no good,"
she had said, "for I havo tried both. His
father's business, as you know, calls him
so much from lioroe that almost the en
tire training of Billy devolves upon roe.
But, oh, Mary, if I thought he should havo
no better control of his temper when
grown up, I should die of ahame, that my
boy should so disgrace the good old name
of Walllngford."
That last sentence gave Aunt Mary an
Idea, and she told It to each, member of
tho household. Including Annie, the maid,
and Ben, the hired man.
Tho long, beautiful Summer days wero
perfect for exploring to the farthest cor
ners of the old farm, and, tanned and
barefooted, Billy onjoyed it to tho ut
most. Tho first occasion for a display of his
temper occurred whon he was refused per
mission to go fishing with some older
boys.
"Wo havo arranged to go on a picnic
next Saturday with some neighbors, Billy,
and then you will havo a chance to try
your new rod," said Aunt Mary. "Your
grandfather knows where there is the
loveliest cool creek with the finest
speckled trout in it."
But Billy chose to go then and there,
and screamed and stamped his feet in a
terrible manner. When this did not avail,
he threw himself upon tho floor and
YOU BEAXXY MY MOTHER?"
OXE UAXD AND IIUXO OX TO IT.
finished he coolly picked up tho skin and
started off.
"Hore where are you going -with that
skin?" demanded Will, as he started to
follow.
Robin Read
T know them as yon will know
them when you aro grown."
"Are they real people?"
"As real as life itself; for they lived
on the earth once, and they help us to
mold our lives. I want my boy to
grow as noble as King Arthur, as
knightly as Launcelot, as puro as Gal
ahad." "How can I bo all that, mother? I
nm so little."
You will grow, dear one. Walk al
ways on the White Road, and you will
And tho way to all noblo desire."
"Shall I find you. Will you como
back to mo, mother-heart?"
"I shall watch ovor you, little son.
Billy & By Louise Lexington
kicked in a perfect fury at not being al
lowed to do as ho pleased.
Aunt Mary reached for hor kodak, and,
after taking a snapshot of the angry, lit
tle fellow, noiselessly loft tho room. When
Billy grew tired, he opened his eyes and
found himself with no audience save Fritz,
the house dog, who blinked at him lazily
and rapped his tail on the porch whero
he lay half asleop.
Billy started for tho orchard and met
Annie, who said disdainfully: "A purty
Wallin'ford ye be; screamin' In a way to
raise the dead! Miss Mary Is like to send
ye packln home tomorrow."
Afterward, when he came upon his aunt
writing under the trees, he called out to
hor: "Oh, Auntie, are you writing to
mamma? Shall you really send me
home?"
"I should be very grieved If compelled
to do that," responded Aunt Mary.
"However, wo Walllngfords are proud,
Billy, and It hurts to be disgraced In such
a way; not one but would flght to keep
tho name clean. And, besides, oh, Billy,
if a boy has no self-control, he can hardly
have any self-respect, it seems to me.
And what a sorry Walllngford such a boy
would make!"
Billy exclaimed. Impulsively: "Oh,
Auntie. I am so sorry to make you feel
badly. I didn't think of it in that way at
all."
So Billy was forgiven, and Aunt
Mary printed beneath tho little snap
shot she had mado:
"I wonder who this boy can be;
A Walllngford? Oh. no. not he-"
But she did not paste it in the al
bum she was filling for Billy, because
she had a special mission in mind for
these unlovely views of the little boy.
On another occasion she camo upon
Billy Just in time to snap him in the
act of striking a little girl.
Then how Aunt Mary did talk to
him, telling him how unmanly and
cowardly it was how unlike a Wall
lngford. She asked him if he had ever
seen his father strike a woman, and
Billy hung his head, for none knew
better than he how courteous his fath
er was to all women, even the ser
vants. "Oh, Billy, Billy!" exclaimed Aunt
Mary sorrowfully, "if you aro a Wall
lngford, how can you stoop to do such
a thing!"
And Billy answered, choking back
the tears:
"If Elsie will have my ticket for to
morrow, she may go to the Fair In
my place; I don't caro If it is New
York day; I'll Jest stay hero all alone
with Annie and Fritz. It'll help me
remember to not make you ashamed
of me any more. Aunt Mary." Which
was a very heroic thing for Billy to
do, but which was not yet exactly tho an
swer Aunt Mary hoped he would make.
Under the latest snapshot she had
made. Aunt Mary wrote theso lines:
Alas, in what a sorry light
This little boy appears I
And what a coward! Such a sight
Dissolves my heart in tears.
That day while Billy in loneliness
was doing penance, he thought noth
ing could ever again tempt him to "fly
off tho handle, like no gentleman .as
ever was," as Ben expressed It. But
habit is a strong master, and not with
out repeated failures did Billy over
come In any marked degree his be
sotting sin.
One day when ho threw a chicken
bone clear across tho table when re
fused a second helping of something
his white-haired old grandfather arose
and said:
"We Walllngfords have never been
accused of lacking In hospitality, and
since you aro a guest under this roof
VOU Khali flnlali rnnr rilnnAr linrila.
,turbed. But you must exouso our leav-
'"fr jou, sir, ior we sit at table omy
with gentlemen!" and ho strode Into
tho kitchen, followed by Aunt Mary,
with her head well In air.
Billy gasped In amazement, and
then, as the full consciousness of his
act came over him, ho burst Into tears,
little social outcast that he was. and
called out to them between sobs:
"Oh, gran'pa, oh, auntie, Tm so
sorry! You ought to Jest make mo eat
with Fritz, and not let me drive you
"Boy no right to skin." growled Sam.
"All tho wolves in the forest belong to
Indian."
"But you shan't -walk off with it."
"I tako It away and sell it, and boy
and girl can do nothing."
Ho started off again, but Will grabbed
for his ax and culled to Sadie to bring
her club, and in a moment Sam -was
overtaken. Ho looked his ugliest and
waved his arms about, but Will was not
to be daunted. Ho seized tho skin with
one hand and hung onto it, and after see
lng that he could not take it away with
out a fuss, the Indian gave it up.
"Whlto boy and girl are fools," he ex
claimed as he let go of the akin. "That
wolf skin Is mine. All maplo sugar is
mino. If -white folks tako them, away
from me, then let them look out. What
is white boy and his ax? What Is -white
girl and her club? Hul You wait till
Sam comes again. Then he get boy, girl,
ax. sugareverything. Mo great chief
once. All white folks afraid of me."
He -walked away with that and was soon
lost In the woods. During the next three
or four hours, as they -worked at gather
ing and boiling tho sap, the children dis
cussed the matter. Sam was known to bo
a revengeful Indian, and It was Quite cer
tain that he would play them some trick
to get even. Ho could do many things
to bother and annoy, and It was thought
best that Sadie should go homo and tell
the father about It. Sho left the camp
at noon and safely made her -way. When
Mr. Scott had been Informed he said:
"Sam is a bad Indian, but ho knows
that wc aro all watching him. and I do
not think ho -will daro to harm you.
However, I -will at once notify all the
men I can reach, and -wo will have
hunters on the -watch for him. He
will soon And this out and take himself
off. I -will co mo to the camp after my
work Is over Wednesday afternoon, and
I -will try and borrow a gun of someone.
If Sam hears that Will has a gun ho
will keep away from the camp."
Badio sot out to return to the sugar
bush about 2 o'clock In the afternoon.
Ono of the village boys -who was hunt
ing rabbits with his dog accompanied
her part of the way, and she soon finished
tho rest of the Journey. When she drew
near camp she called out for Will, but
received no response. As sho reached
tho fire she found it almost out. A look
into the shanty showed that somo one had
been tossing the things about. The girl
called again and again, but no voice an
swered. Her brother Will had mot with
an adventure during her absence, and in
the next chapter I will give you the par
ticulars of It.
(To Bo Continued.)
and when you aro an old man, whlto
haired and weary, I will come again,
and we will go away tqgether."
A soft wind crept through the gar
den, and tossed tho branches of tho
syrlnga bush.
Robin nestled closer to his mother,
as If ho would not let her go.
The petals fell In a white shower
from the bush. Somo blew In at tho
window and rested on the sleeping boy
and on the Wonderful Book.
Robin's auntlo came in and found
him there.
"How happy he looks I" sho said, as
sho stooped and stroked the tangles of
his curls.
"Mothor!" said Robin, as ho opened
his heavy eyes.
"Bless tho boy! Havo you been
dreaming?"
"She came out of tho Book," said
Robin; and Robin know, for ho had
held her hand.
away. I Jest hate myself. I Jestwlsht
my name was Jimmy Smith, the same
as Elslo'-x brother. I'm not' near good
enough to bo a Walllngford It's as
hard as to be a King or somethlnV A
feller's Jest got to be good, for he's got
to keep the name clean! Oh. Til never
forget again, gran'pa. if only you and
auntie- will come back! Til bo a really,
truly Walllngford. like you an' papa."
And Aunt Mary smiled into grand
father's eyes, far this is what she had
been waiting so long to hear. Billy
had put himself on his honor now, and
she knew he would not fail them. ,
And thus lesson upon lesson, and
Billy roturncd home with a new con
ception of true manllnoss. and a re
solve In his heart to be a credit to the
family.
When Billy grows to be a tall, dark
eyed man a true Walllngford he will
still treasure among his keepsakes of
boyhood the little album of kodak
views which his aunt made him on his
first visit to Walllngford farm. But
In memory alone will he retain tho
pictures of his handsome little face
when distorted by angry passion. Aunt
Mary let him see them but onco before
destroying them. She knew they
would help him remember.
Tho Toothbrush Tree.
Chicago Chronicle.
The toothbrush was brown, brown allko
In handle and bristles, and Its shape was
uncouth.
"It fs a homemade article," said Its
owner, "it grew on a little tree a tooth
brush tree. They havo a toothbrush tree
in Jamaica. As wo go out and pluck a
peach or a pear, so the Jamaican goes out
and plucks a toothbrush.
"Literally, of course, he doesn't pluck a
toothbrush. Ho cuts off a twig and ravels
out one end Into bristles. The wood, you
see, is somewhat saponaceous. Ilk slip
pery elm. and it has an aromatic flavor
like dentifrice. It makes a toothbrush of
good quality.
"The bark of this singular tree Is often
ground Into toothpowder. Hero is a box
of the ground bark. It smells good,
doesn t It? Though it makes no lather, it
keeps the teeth very white.
"Jamaica Is undoubtedly the only coun
try in the world where you can go out
and pick not only your toothbrush, but
your dentifrice, from a tree."
Art and a Bull Tight,
Kobo (Japan) Herald.
This is an adventure of two women art
students In Spain. They wero walking, and
had arrived at a little country inn. dusty
and very thirsty. As the women could not
talk Spanish, and no one at tho Inn talked
any other language, and as they wanted
some milk very badlr. one of them took
pencil and paper and drew a most artlstio
cow. while tho other Jingled some silver
The Spaniards looked at the pictured ani
mal, consulted, and then sent off a boy at
full gallop down the road. Half an hour
passed, and the boy returned hot and tri
umphant, with two tickets for a bull
fight. If It "Wasn't.
If It -sr-Lan't
For collars
And combs
And losp,
A bor could be- pretty
Happy, I hope.
But of conns when yea matt
Take a whJakbroom. and dust
Yourself, and keep clean.
Why, & boy CAX'T have- fun,
Because he,'a never done
Washinr till ha feels mean.
From St. Paul.
An lnautatlve man of Et. Paul
Said: "It troubles me Winter and Fall,
Why all ant heaps I see
Should be full as t&n be.
With ants, but no -uncle at all!"
Solution to Iiast Sunday's Mysterious
Traveler Puzzle.
The great traveler who was the sub
Jeot of lt Sunday's article was Maroo
Polo.
Dave's Letter From the Funny Country
IN my last I wrote to you that Davo
got drowned, but they woke him up
again. Ho got drowned In a funny
way. You wouldn't ever suppose that
a feller could get drowned that way
unless you tried .It.
You know tho water around hero
where we are now Is different every
way from tho water that you fellers
know about. It's all salty and bitter
to tasto, and flrst off when Dave and
me Jumped in and we opened our
mouths to holler and some of It run In,
and we swallowed It. It made us sick.
And then it ain't like our pond In other
ways either. It doesn't ever lie still,
but keeps bobbing up and down and
great big rollers keep tumbling In on
tho shore all tho time, and you can't
seo anything except water all around.
So Dave and mo we got to fooling
around in tho tollers one day when
they was as big as a house and Dave
said let's play llfp-savers. So wo went
up to the boarding-house where wo
was staying and borrowed a great big
long rope. I guess It had more than
a hundred feet on it. And I-stood" on
the Bhore and hollered Ship Ahoy, and
crr Loorcro exactly like
A SEA SHIP
-jaR. ABRAM TWEET was a man who
I I had always longed for a Hfo on the
sea, but his native village was E0
miles from any body of water, even a
pond, and It did not seem likely that his
wish would bo gratified.
He tried to satisfy himself with an au
tomobile, but it did not fullfill his views
at all, although everybody elso envied
him.
"Alas!" said ho one day to old Cap
tain Marlln. who had commanded clip
per ships In his time, "alas! although
you admire this machine so much', I am
euro that It cannot compare with tho
grand Joy that Is to obtained from a
sailing vessel."
"I tell you what, mate," said Captain
Marlln, who had listened to his speech
es more than once. "I've been thinking
out a plan that ought to give you a
taste of seafaring as nearly as you can
get it In this dried-up village. If you
will give me your automobile In ex
change I will build you a ship on that
farm of yours Just outside of town."
"That will suit mo very well indeed,"
said Mr. Tweed.
So tho next day Captain Marlln drove
out to tho farm with a great load of
lumber and tools. He was not only a
handy man, but ho had lots of time,
and the result was that he had a ship
laid out on tho ground before tho end
of the week.
The villagers mado many trips to the
farm .to see and wonder. They could
not mako head or tall of tho captain's
work, and he only winked at them when
they asked him.
But he was more communicative with
Mr. Tweet.
"This great circular track." said he
of Mr. Tweet, pointing to a huge round
track that was at least E0 feet In di
ameter, "Is Intended for tho foundation.
Of course, a ship cannot have foundations
like a house. The track would act like
the turntable of a locomatlvo roundhouse.
Your ship will sit on rollers, and when
your sails aro up tho vessel will turn.
That is tho nearest I can get to giving it
real motion, and you must admit that it
is near enough."
Except for the fact that it was on
wheels the land ship looked exactly like
a sea ship when it was finished. It had
three towering masts, and tho captain
had arranged springs so that it would heel
THEH I Stof HIS HEAD SOKT Cf 60
DOWN AHD rttS FEET STTfX lift
Davo hollered. "Where away, my bravo
lads, and I hollered back. In tho Breakers
off your leo bow. But there wasn't any
ship really. We Just mado believe.
So Dave says To the Rescue, and
with that he ties the rope around his
middle and Jumped In and ho got kind
of knocked out by the rollers, but
after a whllo he swum out and when
he got to tho end of tho rope I hollered
Heave Yo and pulled llko everything.
The flrst thing I knew, Davo stopped
swimming, and I thought that he was
going to tug on mo, so I Jerked good
and- hard, and then I saw his head sort
of go down and-hls feet stick up.
So I thought he was standing on his
head, and I stopped pulling and then
he went down and didn't como up
ngaln. Then I hollered Heave hearty,
good lads, Heave Hearty, and I ran up
tho shore with tho ropo and that way
I pulled Davo out.
Ho didn't get up and he was plas
tered up with seaweed and his eyes
wore shut and he had a kind of foam
on his mouth, and so I thought he was
fooling when he kept on not moving,
I Commenced to think that maybe he
had fainted or something.
Well. Dave's uncle and an old flsher-
1 man came along Just then, and they
over In the wind. It was complete with
anchors and lifeboats and portholes and
binnacle and everything elso that It
would havo needed had Mr. Tweet been
able to take It out to sea.
Mr. Tweet's fondest hopes were realized,
and he almost neglected his business for
the pleasure of being a mariner, even
though it was only on land. Ho would
spend hours standing on tho poop and
scanning tho horizon with a telescope. He
soon had a crew, too, for hla friends be
came as wild over the ship as he was.
As the winds were very high In their
locality, they had a plenty of exciting
timer. Often when they sat around the
cabin table the ship would heel suddenly
80 that everybody went sliding across the
floor Into tho lee scuppers. Onco they rode
out a real tornado under bare poles and
carried away a topmast. At other times
when the wind was variable, they had to
work as hard as If they really were out
on the deep In order to keep hor sall3
trimmed right.
Every night they lit the red and green
port and starboard lights Just as they
would have done had they steered across
tho Atlantic The only thing that they
did not do at night was to set a watch.
Mr. Tweet's crew drew tho line at stay
ing up nights. And this led to the cu
rious ending of the great land-ship. v
Captain Marlln Invited an old friend to
visit him one day, and this man Imme
diately became Intensely Interested In tho
automobile because he was a steamship
captain and therefore liked engines of all
kinds.
He borrowed tho machine at onco and
set off at full speed, while Captain Marlln
attended to some business In the village.
It was a dark night, and when he got out
Into tho open country ho dashed wildly
ahead with a ferocious toot.
Before long he becamo so Interested In
the speed that ho was making. that he
quite forgot whore ho was, and mechanic
ally imagined himself on the bridge of his
stoamshlp.
Ho got off tho road, but the bumping
and Jarring did not startlo him a bit. He
only muttered "A heavy sea!" and dashed
on.
AH Oit onco ho saw two lights directly
ahead of him, one red and ono green.
Immediately ho tooted one short toot,
which Is the signal that a ship gives at
sea when sho wants to say: "I am going
to turn to the right." As If In response,
tho red light In front of him disappeared
and only the green "one remained In sight.
Now out at sea that means that the
vessel ha9 steered out of tho way. 0
course, had Captain Marlln's friend re
membered that ho was on land and not on
the sea he would have pulled up at the
sight of this strange thing. But. as It
was, he continued on, steering so as to
pass close to the stranger, and tho next
moment, to his horrer, both tho red and
green lights appeared straight In front
of him.
You see, tho land-ship, not having any
ono to watch her at night, was turning
gently with tho wind, which was very
variable that evening.
Tho sea captain madly tooted threo
times, which meant that ho was going
backward at full speed. But, alas, the
automobile did not go backward. It
drovo with tremendous force --at Mr.
Abram Tweet's craft and hit It in the
sldo and heeled It over so that tho springs
broko and the whole business came dpwn
In pne vast ruin.
Tho automobile was smashed, too, and
made a rush and they laid Dave down
on his face and pulled his tongue out
and commenced to squeeze him and
move his arms up and down as If they
was crazy, and tho next thing I knew
Dave commenced to cough and spit, and
then thej- wrapped him up in their
coats and carried him home.
They told me that I came near drowning
him by pulling him in on tho rope that
way. That's a good thing for you fellers
to know, because I gues3 that you would
mostly think that pulling a feller on a
rope was the right way. But It ain't.
I guess that me and Dave ain't going
to stay much longer by the ocean. What
makes us think so Is that Dave's unci
bought two railroad tickets for ut. and
told tho man where wo are boarding to
havo the wagon ready to drive us to tha
station early tomorrow morning. So may
bo we will bo with you fellers before you
know It.
Dave's uncle don't seem to feel good
ever since yesterday, when wo went Ash
ing with him In a big sailboat. There
was me and Dave and his uncle and an
old fisherman, and wo sailed away out
to the ocean, and then the old fisherman
throw out a big anchor where there
was a whole lot of other boats, and they
all hnuled In fish like anything, and
Dave's uncle commenced to flsh. and ho
was pulling them In. too, when Davo's
flsh hook caught fast somewhere.
First off we thought It was tho biggest
flsh yet, but after a whllo wo found out
that It was tho anchor that Davo had
hold of. So wo didn't want to trouble
anybody, and mo and Dave went ud In
the front of the boat, and we pulled up
the anchor rope, and Dave's hook was
that tangled that It took us an awful long
while, and the flrst we knew everybody
was hollering, and when we looked up
our boat was going along fast as anything
and the wind was blowing that hard that
we hit other boats every few minutes
and some got tangled up with us and camo
along, and others got their sticks that
have tho sails on them among our ropes
and things and broke them all up. And
Dave's uncle's flsh line got tangled around
a lot of other fellers' as we went past
and they hollered, and Dave's undo hol
lered till all the lines tore.
And so after a while the old fisher
man said that he was going to bo
swamped, and ho put up a little sail out
of what was left, and It took us till after
midnight to get homo, and the boat was
filled right up with water.
It was peachy, only Dave's undo and
the old fisherman hollered all tho way
home, and after that Dave3 uncle kept
getting madder and madder because peo
ple came In all tho time bothorlng him
with complaints about how their boat
was tore up by ours.
P. S. Dave and me guessed right about
maybe going home. So we are going
down for our last swim now. No mora
until later.
P. S. Mo and Dave slipped on the dock,
and fell In with our clothes on, so wo
did not stay so long. Dave's uncle says
that he's got enough vacation to last him
for a hundred years. Dave looks awful
funny sitting in a blanket.
Captain Marlln threatened to sue Mr.
Abram Tweet for not having the proper
lookout which Is demanded by nautical
laws, but tho land-lawyers didn't think
that he could win such a suit.
So he and Mr. Abram Tweet took It
out In- disputing with each other evry
time they mot. And they do it to this
day.
Molly and the Bubble Man.
"Such booful bubbles." said Molly 3
she watched a big one sail away ur..I -the
apple tree. "Such booful bubbles
an I makes 'em all m'self."
A llttlo wind blew coolly upon her
and ehe closed her eyes for a moment.
From the dish of soap and water rose a
great green bubble and In It a peaked
llttlo face. Just like a picture. It
grew larger and larger and thore was
a wholo man inside. Tho beautiful
walls of soap went to pieces and thero
he stood with his starry ooat and bluo
vest and funny red cap, shaking tiny
drops of suds from himself.
He stirred tho mixture In tho dish
with the now clay pipe and blew a
globe larger than any Molly had ever
I wonder on -what kind of esza
The sun eta In the West.
I wonder how they fix it so
It -will not burn Its nest.
I wonder do the shootlne stars
Make bullseyes every time.
And do the mouths of rivers bite
And where do climates climb?
seen. Reflected In It wero tho house
and stables, glowing with wonderful
colors. Of course, both wor small in
tho bubble, and so it seemed easy for
the Bubble Mun to reach quickly In
and tako them out and set them down
beside her.
Ho blew another, and In It were two
apple trees, tho shining sun and two
benches under the trees. Ho caught
these Just as the bubble burst and put
them beside the stables, placing tho
sun above and the two seats under tha
little trees.
Then ho dipped the pipe to make more
Just as a flock of birds flew overhead.
He had to be quick that time, but ha
caught all but two or three of the bubble-birds
and placed them In tho trees.
Molly was much pleased and said: "It
la a nice way to play. I llko 'ou Just
bushels. I keep all theso little things."
"Well," said the Bubble Man, "I did
want to take these things over to tho
dream children at play on the other
side of that big white cloud. They do
not last long, things like these."
"Nlco 'Ittle dream children," said
Molly, "take booful thing," and with
out a single cross look she handed them
all to the Bubble Man and ho smiled at
her.
Ho blow a small bubble, packed them
all away Inside and put It In his coat
pocket. Then he blew another as big
as Molly herself, stepped into it and
began to get round, and In a moment
he Just fitted the bubble. Smiling all
tho time he rose into the air. and then
in a second he was gone. Mamma came
Just then and found her llttlo girl look
ing into the dish of suds, and when
ahe said she was looking for another
nice llttlo Bubble Man, mother laughed
and laughed.