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Xim stJAY OREGONUlX, PORTOAOTr FEBRITARY 18, 1906.
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Trials and Trium
CHAPTER VIII.
OB began work at once -with joyful J
J heart. He -was a stout arid willing lad
and respectful In his conduct, and, the
farmer and bis wife had nothing but good
words to say about "him.
There were other farmhouses along thcl
road, and the farmers and their wives;
saw each other frequently, and of course
everybody wanted to know about Joe- The
farmer's name was Taylor, and he and
his wife tried to dodge most of tfieques
Ik'ioos tlMm. Tfer sM "that tiw
boy hd mm afMg 4 asfeed Cm wrk
and it hd Immi gtvfrK to Mm, aMJafti
thus far tbr ft to fl(t
vJeeTvSey thewght there nmet be tsme'
mystery afee-ut It, ad every tie' a Btaa-
CW eam alesg they teW ;Mm;aet Je.
and asked if ho had ever seen orheard
of him. All answered "no," until one
day, when the boy had been with the
farmer for nearly six months.'
Then a man who was traveling about
the country selling medicines came along,
and when ho was asked he replied:-
"Yes, I heard some time ago about a
boy who ran away. Ict me think a
minute. "Where was it? Oh, I remember
now. I stopped at the croton uouniy
poorhouse one day a few weeks ago, and
the superintendent asked me it I had ever
come across a boy named J6e, who ran
away from mere aoout corn-pianung
time. Is the boy living around here?"
"He's living at farmer Taylor's," they
told him.
"Well, that's .better than being in &
poorhouse, isn't It? They shall not And
out from me where the lad Is."
But there were others who felt spiteful
because the Taylors had not told them
everything, and a letter was at once
written to the superintendent.
Had Joe been of age, he could not have
been taken back, but as he was only a
young boy, and as the law gave the
superintendent charge of him until some.
one came to adopt him, he could be taken
back even with handcuffs on his wrists.
Fortunately for the boy, Mr. Taylor heard
about the letter almost as soon as it was
sent away.
He knew the law, and he knew that Joe
How Isobel
A
ND papa and I'll keep house by '
ourselves!" cried Isobel, joy
ously. A shade crossed Mrs. Strickland's face.
Does it make you so very happy to have
me go?" she asked.
"Oh, mother, dear, no!" Isobel cried,
Jumping up jto kiss her. "I didn't mean
that. But I thought papa was going, too;
and now I can see if I'm any good at
housekeeping for him."
Mrs. Strickland went away Thursday
night. Saturday morning Isobcl's duties
began. They were not very hard. All
she did was to go to the telephone and
order things from a list that the cook
had given her. Tho servants had been in
!the house for years, and went on with
their work whether their mistress was
there or not. But it pleased Isobel to
think she was responsible for everything.
In the middle of the morning her father
I telephoned to know if she would go down
town and have luncheon with him. Of
course, she was delighted, and immedl-
lately gave orders that luncheon should
Inot be served.
At the office she had a Jolly- little talk
I with Mr. de Puy. Then her father, put on
jhis hat and coat and nook her f.o pis
Isobel was startled af.first There were
Iso very many men, and only 'a may or
two now and then, but she '"smiled and
settled back in her bigchair and enjoyed
lerself.
Every little while some .gentleman
vould come up to their table with an
lused expression, and, after her father
lad shaken hands, he would introduce
the gentleman to her. It was great fun,
for they always said such very pretty
md flattering things. Isobel felt ex
tremely grown-up and responsible, and
tried to talk and act just the way her
lother would have done. From the ap
proving way her father and his friends
looked at her, it seemed as if she had suc
ceeded.
After a most beautiful luncheon, "lots
letter than we would have had at home."
is Isobel assured her father, they went
mt of the club and around several cor
liers, and suddenly found themselves in
Front of the theater. Mr. Strickland pro
duced some tickets, and the first thing
I so Del knew she was sitting 'way down
In front listening to the play of "Ham
et," which she had wanted to see for
such a long time.
It was very tragic, very beautiful and
fonderfully acted, and Isobel, with tear
Itains on her face, went out of the the
ater, thrilled and satisfied.
Nothing had happened to the house,
Icspite her long desertion. Dinner was
lerved with her sitting opposite her
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jSure cU Ftl be telling yur ethtr vArat & fete
economic! housekeeper yix be -
could stay with him no longer. He heard
of the letter at noon one day, but he
said nothing until they came to cat sup
per. Then he told the news to his wife
and the boy, and said:
"It Is one of the meanest tricks I ever
heard of In all my life, and the man
who wrote that letter ought to be horse
whipped until you could hear him yell a
mile away, but we have got to lose Joe.
If he stays here he must go back to the
poorhouse. If he goes on he will meet
with other kind folks to help, him."
Kept House for Two Days
father, and looking quite dignified enough
to sit there always.
"Well," demanded her father, "what
shall we do this evening?"
"Oh," said Isobel, "are you going to be
at home?"
rth had" rruijf- 50
vevy y-
bravely jitiffed
oxtfi one ky-
ftad wh&f she saw
&iono th wan
whev. she went"
1 I caxinot -sexy
"Unless you want to go out," he replied,
gallantly.
"Oh, no," said Isobel, "not again. Let's
go into your study and Tcad some of the
play oyer."
That evening was the best of all. Her
father sat,, in his easy chair under tho
shaded lamp, and she, big girl as she
was, curled in his lap, and both reading
out of the same book.
At. times, when it was very exciting,
Isobel would Jump up and, say:
"This is the way ho did that, don't you
remember?'1 And she would act it. At
other times. he r 'father would Imitate the
great actor, and Isobel would think how
Poorhouse joe
It was decided that Joe should move on
that night. Ho had brought some clothes
with "him, and Mrs. Taylor had cut down
a suit of her husband's for him, and so
he had not drawn any of the money
due him for his work.
While the wife was making u his
bundle the farmer handed the boy $30 and
said:
"Here Is what is due -you, my boy, and
you know howvmuch wo think of yon and
how hard It will be to let you go. As
j soon as It comes' dark I will hitch up a
much handsomer and more wonderful her
father was.
When they had finished "Hamlet," they
read some gentler things, and would cer
tainly have forgotten to go to bed at all
if the little clock on the mantelpiece had
not suddenly struck 12 o'clock.
Then off scuttled Isobel, and when she
was well tucked in, her father came up
for amoment'g good-night, and sleepy as
she was she still remembered that It had
been one of the very happiest days of
her life, and her father seemed pleased
that she thought so.
Next morning, before church, Isobcl's
cousin telephoned to know if they would
dlno with her at 5, and her father said
certainly; so Isobel had to tell the cook
that dinner wouldn't be needed and Just
as they wero starting, her father sug
gested that they should go driving right
after church and have luncheon in the
country so Isobel had to tell the cook
she needn't get any luncheon.
Jerry's System
ERRY came homo from school full of I
J a new Idea.
"The superintendent came in our room
today," he told his mother, "and was
talking about memories, and he said
some one a long time ago Invented having
places to put things In, kind of like pigeon-holes
In father's desk; then, when
you want anything out of them, you look
in, and there you arc."
"Very good Idea," 6ald mother, "and
you need something of the sort. u
you order the sugar and spice on the way
home this noon, as I told you to this
morning?"
"No," said Jerry blushing. "I forgot.
You see, mother, the system hasn't start
ed up, yet."
"Well, you must go back now and .get
them," said his mother.
"Before dlnner7" asked Jerry ruefully.
"It will help you remember next time,"
said mother.
So Jerry, stopping only to get Solomon,
his pet land tortoise ran back.
He stopped for tne mail tnougn. ana
there he found a catalogue of football sup
plies for himself, and ho studied that so
long that tho first school bell rang before
he started home.
Then he went flying. On tho way he
met Mrs. Nelson.
"Tell your father, Jerry, to -come and
see the baby this aftcrnoonj" she said.
He's very sick'
"All right. I will," said Jerry.
There was only time for a very little
dinner, and Jerry put Solomon, the tor
toise, down in tho library, that lead Into
his father's office. This was strictly for
bidden, for Jerry's father was a specialist
in nerve diseases, and Solomon's way of
suddenly and quietly appearing on the
floor, or of trying to cumo on a patients
lap. did not assist the owner of disor-
H 4 off to school wifft
his precious ctfAlojus
dered nerves toward recovery.
But Jerry intended to get the tortoise
after luncheon. Only, he forgot. He also
forgot about Mrs. Nelson, and the mail
for his" father which was in his overcoat
pocket.
Ho dashed- off to school with his pre
cious catalogue (which he remembered
to take) in his hand, and was almost
late.
Something, just as he was about to
sit down, caused him to remember all
three things at once, and he stood up in
his scat frantically signaling to the
teacher.
"Wfll, Jerry?' kJic asked; Jerry hardly
waited for permission, but rushed home.
A piercing shriek came from the- library
Just as he opened the door. A very little
old Woman wuk standing In her chair, her
eyes shut and with her skirts gathered
horse as drive ya tea raOes on your
way. Before morning you can walk IS
miles more. Tou will then be so far away
that the superintendent will never hear
of you again. Ton have been a first-rate
boy. and I feel sure that you will find
another good place."
"When Joe came to go he could not
prevent the tears from filling his eyes,
while the farmer's wife cried as If ho
had been Tier own son. The ten miles
was accomplished la about two hours, and
when Joe got out of the buggy with his
bundle Mr. Taylor held eut his 'rough
hand and said:
"We shall expect you to write to us
and keep us posted as .to how you are
getting on. I'm awfully sorry to see
you go, but it's better to go this way
than to be taken back to the poorhouse.
Take care of yo-ur money, be a,-good boy.
and I'm sure you will come but all right.
Get as fax away as you can before morn
ing." Joe was a better walker than -when he
started out before. Several months' work
on the farm had toughened his. muscles
and made him stronger, and he set off at
a brisk pace and kept it up for three
hours befpro ho rested. "When morning
came he was 23 miles front the house of
Farmer Taylor.
Two days after the orphan boy had left
the farmhouse the superintendent of the
poorhouse arrived. . He felt certain of
capturing the runaway, and he had
planned what to do with him when ho rot
him back. He remembered baring met
Farmer Taylor, and anticipated no trou
ble. Ho found the farmer seated -on the
veranda and waiting for. him and shook
hands with him and said:
"Mr. Taylor, I have come for the boy
Joseph Shaw. I have -information that he
Is working for -you."
Tour Information is wrong. The boy
is not here.'
"Then where. Is he?"
"I don't know."
'But he was here a day or two ago,
"Yes, but when we learned that some
sneak in this neighborhood had written
you a letter the boy moved on.'
"Then you helped, him to get away, did
you:" said the superintendent in a threat
cnlnr tone.
."Yes, sir; I did!" boldly replied the
farmer. "Joe is now beyond your reach,
and I am glad of it. From what I havo
"heard about you I believe you are a
cruel and mean-spirited man, and J hopc.1
you may not keep your place long. Don't
threaten me. If you do I will kick you
out of tho gate. The boy has gone where
you can't nnd him, and you have had
your Journey for nothing."
CTo Be Continued.) ,
The drive was fine, for the air was
clear and biting, and they had their
luncheon at a little wayside Inn. where
the father cooked, and tho mother and
the children served, and everything was
delicious.
They got home in time to get warm and
dressed and. go out to dinner. All the
relatives were there, and much good
cneer ana run besides, and a tired and
haDDV trirl tumbled Into Iwd -1af acdin
"Say, papa-dadds." she said, next'
mnmino o. ,A trt ..n v. I
eye open enough to see to go to I
echool, "marama'l! never go away again
if she finds out what an awful spree
we ve naa.
Her father.laughcd.
"Well, we'll reform for school dayj
we can tell her thaU'
After luncheon Isobel 'suddenly ro-
raembored the marketing, and when
she demanded of Katie the cook what
was needed at the market. Katie roared
with delight.
"Faith, ma'am," she said, "if It's the
amount of eating you've done hero late
ly, wo ve enough for a week already.
Sure and I'll be telling your mother
what a fine, economical housekeeper
you be, God oless you!"
That Failed '
tightly around her, while Solomon paused
I In mild wonder in his act of climbing up
in tne cnair wncreon she stood.
Jerry" grabbed him just as his father
came In one dcor and his mother in the
other.
What's all this about?' asked his
father sternly.
"Oh, father. ' said Jerry, bringing tho
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pAused in
mild wiNder
mail out of his pocket. "Hero's the mall.
and I forgot Solomon, and Mrs, Nelson's
baby and great-aunt Susan was scared
at Solomon."
"Solomon, Indeed!" said great-aunt Su
san, opening one eye: "Tho critter came
walking up to me in a way to scare tho
wits .out of a graven Image! ' .
"The system isn't working yet. evi
dently." saia his mother gently, ana try
ing not to laugh.
Great-aunt Susan sat down and asked
for explanations. "Humph!" she said at
Its conclusion. "The best system I know
of is to think of something and some one.
besides yourself!"
And Jerry, after he had put Solomon
In his room, as he dejectedly walked back
to school, was bound to admit that she
was right.
Little Dick Bolivar.
"If you hsd no money
And wanted Kme honey,
Bear little Dick Bolivar, what would you do?"
"rd go to the bees
And aay 'Won't you plfaee
Lend tn Jut a bit? I'll return It to you.
"If a jjooe hlowd at you.
Oh. what would you do. ,
pDear little -Dick Bolivar? Wouln't you run?"
"I'd stand In my place.
Loo 5c the gooe In the fac.
And say, "When I'm big I'll boot you with
my sun!" "
"If you never set tall.
But alwars cured small.
Dear little Dick Bolivar, would you feel Md?"
"I misht cry a bit.
But then I would alt '
On mj' mimmk'i lap and Jat be her'ttd.
Legal Advice.
Boon Herald.
Timothy Coffin, who was prominent at
the Bristol County bar half a century ago,
once secured the acquittal of an old Irish
woman accused of stealing a piece of pork.
As she waa. leaving, the courtroom she put
hr hand to her mouth, and. In an audible
whisper, said?
Mr. Carfln.
wha'li I do with the por-
rukT
yuiCKiy tame tne retort: tax. it. you
j fool, the Judge says you didn't steal IV'
When the Spectacles Were Changed
THE FAIRY HANDED KIM A
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NCE there was a, little Bojv. ... , .
And the particular thing-about
this .particular little Boy was
that he always wore blue glasses.
They were placed over his eyes by a
haf1 fnlrv when he flrat began to no-
bad fairy when he first began
tlce things, and so he saw cveryining
blue every single thing in the world.
He didn't know a thing about red
and yellow, or all the other Jolly col
ors. The trees were blue to him, the
flowers were blue, the whole earth,
everything, - everywhere, was blue,
blue, blue.
His mother died before he had be
gun to notice things, and there was
nobody to tell what was the matter,
because no other people care the way
mothers do, and he grew up very un
happy. Nothing went right with him.
Ho did not enjoy playing with the lit
tIe blue boys, and the little bluo girls
'with their floatlntr blue hair weredls-
agreeable to look at, so he sat by him-
self nearly all of nearly every day,
with his eyes on the ground.
When the Porcupine and the Bears Quarreled
EAVER lived far away In the North
land, where the Northern Lights are.
and the sea freezes In cold weather.
Beaver had laid in a plentiful supply of
food in the Fall and thought he would
settle down for a very comfortable "Win
ter. But one day while he was away
hunting Porcupine came and ato up most
of his supply of provisions. When Beaver
came .home there was Porcupine sitting
at the door of the bouse half asleep, he
had eaten so much.
Beaver looked and saw that part of his
food had been eaten.
"What do you mean by stealing my
food?" ho asked, angrily.
'Who s touched your food?" replied
Porcupine.
"lou have," said Beaver. "You aro a
thief."
'Do you want to fight about It?" cried
Porcupine, now thoroughly waked up.
"Yes," said Beaver, and at It they
went. Beaver tried to seize Porcupine
with his teeth, but every tlmo he tried
It Porcupine made his quills bristle up.
and Beaver could not reach him, but got
stuck full of spines Instead. Finally
Beaver gave It up and ran home to his
father, to whom be told his story.
Beaver's father called all the Beaver
people together and told them how Porcu
pine had stolen his son's food and then
stuck him full of spines. The Beaver peo
ple were angry, and went In a body to the
house of Porcupine, which was some dis
tance from Porcupine Village.
When Porcupine saw them he began
calling them names nnd threatening
them. So the Beaver people pushed over
Porcupine's house and caught him.
Porcupine bristled up his quills and
threw them at the Beaver people, but
they were too many for him and made
him captive.
Then they held a court and tried the
thief. He was convicted of having stolen
Beaver's food, and condemned to be Im
prisoned on an Island which lay out at
sea. some distance from the land.
The .Beaver people are great swimmers.
so they took Porcupine on their backs
and swam with him out to the Island.
where they left him. As Porcupine could
not swim at an ne was. or course, a
prisoner.
Pretty soon he got hungry and began
to look around for food, but could find
none. For several days he was without
food, and became so weak that ho really
thought he was going ' to die of sheer
starvation.
You can imagine that he was sorry.
then, that he had stolen Beavers fod.
Suddenly one day as Porcupine was la
menting his hard fate, he heard a .voice
say: "Call upon tho North "Wind. Sing
North songs. Then you will be saved."
Porcupine looked around and aiw a lit
tle field mouse sitting on its haunches
Porcupine did not understand what the
little mouse meant, for he was a rather
stupid fellow, but he sang the North
song, nevertheless. In a weak and falter
ing-voice.
"Let the 5ky clear altogether; let It be
cold weather:
Let It be smooth upon tho water; oh.
North "Wind, blow!"
Gradually it grew cold, and then, rush
ing out from the frozen regions around
the pole, cam the mighty wind of tho
North, blowing away the clouds and cut
ting like a knife.
Porcuplno sang for smooth water, chant
ing over and over again: "Let It be
smooth water, lot It be smooth water."
So the wind went down and the sea be
came smooth, and as soon as It became
smooth it began to freeze, until from the
Island to the distant !hore there was
great bridge of hard, smooth ice.
Then Porcupine said to the little mouse:
"Run and tell my people where I am.
am too weak to walk home. They must
come and carry me.
So the little mouse went running away
to the village of the Porcupine "people
and told them what had happened. They
were much surprised, for they had no
Idea what had become of Porcupine, and
they went In a body and took him back
to the village.
Porcupine's father called all the people
together and made a great feast for tnem.-
at which Porcupine, told his story.
"Let us go and fight the Beaver peo
ple." they cried, and away they went.
But on ills return to the iland the little
mouse had stopped at Beaver's" house and
wild: "Call all your people together, for
the Porcunlnes arc coming to nght you.
So the Buaver people were ready for
them, and they had a great light. The
Porcupine people were defeated and re-
i lumcu to uieir vmagr j
j nt la do: Let us lay for Beaver when
FAIR OF RED SPECTACLES.
One day. as he sat thus in the gar
den, he heard a voice very far abovo
him. saying:
"Look up. little Boy."
He looked up, and for the first tlmo
he noticed the great high dome of the
blue sky. Now. It was right that tho
sky should be blue, anil somehow look
ing at it made h'im feel happier,
though he didn't know that it was be
cause he was seeing something right
for the first time.
Then in the middle of the blue dome
he saw a tiny speck. As it grew bigger
he saw that it was a fairy- Of
course the fairy looked blue. too. but
It was at Jeast something new and in
teresting.
"Hello." said the iairy, who was
very little and very old and wrinkled,
but very pleasant-looking. "What are
you thinking about?"
"I was wishing I was happy."
"Why aren't you happy?"
"Why? Because this is such a blue
world."
"Blue, is it? "Why, my dear Boy, that
Is all In- your eye excuse me, I mean
your spectacles. Now. If you could
he goes out hunting and capture him.
Then we will place him in the top df a
high tree. If I cannot swim, neither can
Beaver climb a tree up or down. If he
Is a tree-top he will be as much of a
prisoner as I was on the Island."
So the Porcupine people lurked In the
woods near Beaver's house, and one day.
when they caught him alone, they took
him prisoner and carried him up into the
top of a tall treer where they left him.
saying: "Now. then, see how you like
being a prisoner without food yourself."
Now. though Beaver could not climb a
tree, he was very fond of twigs as an
article of food, and it was a part of his
business to gnaw wood, for In this way he
felled timber for the building of his dams
Dreaming
Elsie was full of generous plans to help
her mother during vacation. She would
take all the care of the chickens upon
herself, and do the dusting, and even the
dishes. But better than air, she would
pick berries and sell them.
And Just the very day heiore school
was out, her mother discovered a patch
of wild strawberries in the pasture below
their wood lot. so thick that she picked a
quart In 15 minutes. Elsie decided that
she would go there early tho following
morning, before the village boys discov
ered them.
The first thing after breakfast the next
morning, without waiting to wash dishes
or dust or look after the chickens, she
took two large palls and hurried toward
the 'strawberry patch.
How nice it would be if she could nil
both pails, she thought; that would make
she reached the stone wall and paused
to calculate six quarts and five quarts,
that would be 1L She got a stick to
mark the figures in the sand. Eleven
quarts at 13 cents; once 12 was 13. once 13
again was 13 um three, three and once
made four one why. wasn't it a lot!
One dollar and 43 cents.
But she might not be able to sell all
the berries. She would call It a dollar.
That would buy a new tin dipper, 5 cents:
a broom, 23 cents; an apron, calico, 5
cents; a bushel of corn for the hen3,-50
cents, and that would leave um 20 cents.
What should she get with that?
Time Dassed and still Elsie sat there
trying to decide about the disposal of that
20 cents. The shrill whistle of the 10
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THEY" SWi Vllrl HIM OUT 10 THE. ISLfttiD. l.
just look through mine for a minute.;
Allow me." '
The fairy handed .hint a . pair of reoV
spectacles. ' t
The Boy -took them and put them on;
over his other ones, for the blue ones
were enchanted, and would not come;
off.
Ho, ho! but that changed things!
Everything went purple In a minute ,
purple trees, purple grass, purple sky,
even the fairy turned purple.
The Boy began to cry. "Take them
away!" he said. 'They make the world
unbearable."
"Try these, then," said the fairy, and
handed the Boy a yellow pair. The Boy
took off the red ones and put the yel
low spectacles over the blue ones.
Oh. what a change that was! The
Boy saw the green grass and the green
trees as they really were, and a new
joy leaped up In his heart. Then he
looked at his own little hand, and that,
too. was green, and the sky had gne
green also.
The Boy sighed. "No. no, they do not
make me very happy Oh, I wish every
thing could be different colors at the
same time."
"Put on all three pairs," said the
fairy.
So the Boy put on the red ones and
then the yellow ones, over his own
blue spectacles. He looked down at
the earth; it was all gray gray grass,
gray stones. He looked up, and saw
gray trees and gray sky. Then he be
gan to cry. The tears stood In his
eyes, ready to roll out on his cheeks.
"Irfjok up at the sun." said tho Fairy.
The Boy turned his tear-filled eyes
upward. A ray of light straight from
the sun shot through those three pairs
of spectacles and into the tears in his
eyes. Instantly the world swam be
fore him like the colors in a soap
bubble. He saw red, blue, yellow,
green, orange, purple. They passed
and repassed, then slowly dissolved.
And now, oh, most wonderful! A
white light struck through to his very
soul, and blinded him for a moment, so
long had he been used to the blue
spectacles.
When he was able to sec again, the
fairy was gone, and all three pairs of
spectacles had vanished. The little
Boy looked out on a new world a
world with a blue sky, green grass and
trees, red tulips and yellow daffodils.
Down the garden walk came a party
of little boys and girls, with pink
cheeks and floating curls of brown and
gold, and clothing of many bright col
ors. The little Boy thought he had
never seen anything to beautiful.
"Oh. let me play with you. you beau
tiful children!" he cried; and they held
out their arms to him. Then, hand in
hand, he went with them through the
tulips and daffodils, and tho white
sunshine played about them. The little
Boy's tears were dried, and he forgot
all about himself in the joys of the
world as it really is; and he became
a very happy Boy.
and houses. So when tho Porcupine peo
ple had gone away Beaver made a hearty
meal from the little twigs around him.
and then began to gnaw away at the tree
trunk Itself.
His big. sharp teeth worked away like a
buzz-saw, and he gnawed and he gnawed
and he gnawed, cutting away the tree
under him until he had lowered himself
down so that he could jump to the ground
and run away home.
After that the Porcupine people ceased
to molest Beaver and his people, and
mado peace with them, agreeing to re
frain from stealing any food from Beaver
and hi3 friends. But the two tribes are
hot on . visiting terms to this day and
never speak as they pass by.
and Doing
o'clock express brought her. to her feet
with a sudden shock.
She sped thruugn the wood lot toward
tho pasture and heard many voices. At
the berry patch she found 10, 20 the
whole school, it seemed scrambling pell
mcll among the vines. Oh, if she had
only come straight here!
On her way home, an hour later, she
paused at the wall again, but this time
it was not to plan. She thought of the
two hours she had lost, and resolve'd that
during the rest of her vacation sho
would try to do instead of dream; for In
the bottom of one of her big pails was
less than a quart of half-crushed berries
and the other pall was quite empty.
A Good-Night Thought.
"Whene'er I bo to bed at night
I shut my eyes up very tight, ,
And try to get to sleep real fast.
So that the night will soon be past.
The night would be real nice, I think, i
It It were not aa black as Ink;
And If It only made a note.
It would be better for us boys.
But It's so dark, and silent, too,
A boy would not know what to da
If be was out In It. so I
Am glad that la my bed I He.
So Juat before I go to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And then I make a prayer, you know".
For boy who have no beds to go.
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