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The Treasure of the
THIS Is a etory of Sandy Hook, which,
along with other things, is a very
important signal station for the
city of New York. There are also a
ship In it, a lighthouse that stood dark
one night, nd a Uttle yellow, rickety
building, which was anchored by four
cables to the ground. The yellow house
was the signal station and the cables
were there because of the fierce sea
which in time of storm crept up to its
very steps.
One late September evening there were
two boys all alone in the signal station,
twin nephews of the officer In charge, for
"GUY, I SEE
in those days the signal service was un
der Army regulations. Their uncle had
taken a hurried trip to town on the little
Government boat, the Ordnance, and had
promised to be back on the return trip;
but here it was 8 o'clock, with no sign
Dickey and
(Is O." roared Dickey, "I won't read
N
nasty 'jack tne ulant Killer.
It's a old-fashioned, baby book.
I want that." . And Dickey made a des
perate effort to snatch the 'Automobile
Demon' out of his twin sister's hands. .
Mabel protested loudly, holding fast to
the new book. Dickey had read a chap
ter In the "Automobile Demon," and It
was now her turn.
"It was for both of us," she cried at
last-for Dickey had the book now. "Un
cle George said so"; and finding this seri
ous argument useless, Mabel's lamenta
tions woke the house.
Hearing the dreadful noise, mamma
came In and the testimony bearing
against him. Dickey was soon lying in
bed, which is, very properly, the prison
cell .of little boys who snatch and pinch
sisters. .
But to put on hateful calico pajamas
and go to bed in broad afternoon is very
pitiful. ' And when you feel that the
world is full of Injustice It is really heart
breaking. .
Dickey wept softly for a long time,
thinking mamma should remember he
was an hour older than Mabel. Then
he began to hope the pinch wouldn't
leave a black and blue mark. And
then It seemed curious he began think
ing about giant books. "Jack the Giant
Killer" had always seemed very nice be
fore. ' Even the bad giants had been
nice, really delicious.
"Oh, I wish," thought Dickey sudden
ly. "I wish "
He stopped thinking, with his mouth
open, for there at the foot of the bed
was the nicest, biggest giant In the whole
world. .
"Good morning," he said very pleasant
ly, though it was afternoon. "Do you
like my new automobile clothes?"
"No," returned Dickey, very frankly,
for it seemed dreadful to see giants with
out blue tunics, and bare red hands and
strapped sandals and spiked clubs.
"Why did you do it?" he asked re
proachfully, at last.
The giant grinned pleasantly, winked a
big blue eyo through his horrible goggles,
and put a big gloved finger to his nose, i
"Don't worry. I'm disguised"; and then
they both burst Into a roar of laughter.
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of him, and there were indications of a
furious storm to come.
"Golly," said one of the boys, watch
ing a fast creeping blanket of black
cloud from a window, "it's going' to be a
corker."
"You bet," returned the other; and
then they both hoped that a vessel laden
with treasure would be wrecked right in
front of the station, as had been a little
fishing smack one night. Then suddenly
they began to argue, one wishing one
sort of treasure and the other quite a
different sort.
"Spanish doubloons is the only kind of
treasure a ship ought to carry, said the
dark boy, whose name was Guy.
"Shucks!" returned Lawrence, who was
SOMETHING."
as fair as a Illy; "old gold doubloons
wouldn't be any fun at all. It ought to
be ivories from the Indies, with splendid
black slaves with white silk "turbans,
looped up with diamonds as big as os
trich eggs."
the Old-Fashioned Giant
for in a flash the automobile things tum
bled off, and there was the same dear
old giant Dickey had always knetvn.
"You see, it's like this," said the
guest, sitting , down on the bed once
more, and settling himself for a com
fortable talk. "Tflies are changed, and
it's as much as your life is worth for an
old-fashioned giant to go through the
streets. Automobile demons are. every
where, and uncles who have no taste in
books." . . ...
"Did you ever know the cow widow's
Jack?" he asked suddenly, "Jack Giant
Killer?"
"Oh, yes," laughed Dickey. "He was
the dearest, bravest "
"Goose!' interrupted the visitor, and
Dickey began to fear he had been Indis
creet to acknowledge Intimacy with Jack,
who had been the greatest giantslayer
the world had ever known.
"Never mind," said the visitor, who
plainly read his feelings, "Jack had his
good points. He begged too much and
made all my family out cowards; but if
it hadn't been for him Posterity would
never have heard of us. Do you know
what Posterity Is?"
Dickey shook his head, blushing pain
fully, for he was ashamed to acknowl
edge that he didn't always understand
the big words even after he had Epelled
them out.
"It's something to eat," said the giant
gravely. "All the demon automobiles
carry it In their lunch baskets. Oh, that
reminds me, I haven't had my supper."
He Jumped up, and, hauling out a great
hamper Dickey hadn't seen before, took
out a huge plate and piled it full of wig
gling things that looked, somehow, fa
miliar. "Just wait," he said then, and after
he had tucked a napkin as big as 12
sheets under his chin he put all the wig
gling things in his mouth at once and
swallowed them at a gulp. It was a
splendid sight; really magnificent. Still
Dickey looked shocked. For. at last he
had seen they were chauffeurs live chauf
feurs, and leather coats and goggles and
boots all went down.
"Can't you cough 'em up again?" he
asked anxiously. The giant shook his
head. "Gone." he sighed. He sat silent
for a moment, and then, with another
wink still a very gloomy wink somehow
Lost Bark
You see they were at the romantic
stage, where boys of 12 get to be when
they have read too many books of the
roaring adventure kind. And so they
went on, handling the argument with
much brightly colored language; for
when you are a boy, and 12, it isn't any
use to talk adventure and thrilling peril
with Just ordinary words.
All at once the wind, which had been
steadily growing In volume, rose with
piercing shrieks. Then, with a terrible
roaring of the sea, tt fell foul of the yel
low house, which strained and tugged at
Its cables like a creature in mortal agony.
Then at last it was 10 o'clock by this
time there was a loud boom! boom!
boom! in the distance.
Guy turned pale when he heard it, for
he was afraid that by wishing he had
put some poor ship in peril. "Oh," he
said at last for the boom! boom! boom!
went on "do you think they will be
drowned?" And tears filled his eyes with
thought of the danger of the helpless
people on the signalling ship. Lawrence
said nothing. He was thinking of the
life-saving station at the end of the
Hook, and hoping the brave men heard
the guns.
"When I grow up," he thought, "I'll be
a life-saver, for It's a heap lovelier than
being a pirate."
Directly another thought struck him,
and looking from a side window he saw
that the lighthouse at that end of the
Hook was in darkness.
"Guy!" he called.
"Well," said Guy, to whom had come
the same delightful thought which now
possessed his gentler brother.
"I'm thinking," said Lawrence, "that
maybe we'd better try and save some
body. If a ship Is going to pieces there
must be people, and you know If Uncle
Louis hadn't been looking out that night
the stunned sailor from the smack would
have been drowned."
"I know it," nodded Guy, who had al
ready begun to put his own notion of life
saving into shape. And then he showed
two long pieces of rope Uncle Louis'
bachelor clothes-line, in fact and said
that they must each tie themselves to
one of the house cables so as not to be
washed away by the sea, and be ready to
grasp anybody that floated by.
Of course It was a wild notion, but
then good things turn out sometimes
from the craziest fancies. In the littlest
Jiffy of a moment there they were out
side the house, lashed securely to the
two front cables, which were divided
from each other by the width of the
house. The sea was not yet high enough
to wet their feet; the line left by the
tumbling waves was. In fact, quite five
yards away. But each succeeding wave
came roaring higher than the last, and
when one of the boys had watched it,
heart In mouth and body drenched with
spray, he would call out cheerily to the
other:
"Safe, bos'n?"
"Aye, aye, sir," for now language had
turned to the delicious argot of the sea.
By and by though a long, long time
"Do you know what they were?" he In
quired. "Chauffeurs," guessed Dickey, sure he
was right.
"Half right," said the giant, "for you
must put gingerbread first. I bought
'em from the baker only a minute ago.
The wiggles were Just enchantment."
"You see," explained the guest, coming
back to the bed, "we've got to pretend
to get In any sort of a book now. No
body will buy stories with bad, old-fash
Little Girl in the
THERE'S a Wg, big looking-glass In
our front parlor, between the win
dows, and every day when I go in a
little girl Is waiting there to nod
"Hello!" to me.
She never says a word, that little
girl. Just bows and smiles and waves
her hand or blows a kiss, but when
I say "Helio!" her lips move and I
know she would speak to me if she
could. She always wears a dress like
the one J have on, and her coats are
the same as mine, only they button the
other way, and the leather In her
beaver hut Is on the right side," but
mine is on the left. Isn't that funny!
Papa loves to tease, and he says
that little girl is only me turned the
other way. But 1 don't believe' him,
'cause how can I be two little girls
at the same time? Anyway, I like
that other little girl, and she and I
have great fun playing together with
our dollies on the floor In front of the
looking-glass. Only we can't ever
touch each other.
Yesterday Auntie Anne came to see
us, and she sat In the parlor and played
on the piano, while My Little Girl and
I played house. By-and-bye she said
Auntie Anne I mean, of course
"Dance, honey dear, while I play for
you."
So I Jumped up and took a good long
stretch, "cause I was awfully tired from
sitting on the floor, and then I lifted
my dress up high, the way all the
ladies do, and danced to the tune
Auntie Anne played. Pretty soon I
danced past the looking-glass, and
there was My Little Girl dancing, too!
"See, Auntie Anne,- see!" I cried. "My
Little Girl In the looking-glass is danofng
with me!"
Auntie Anne knows all about My
Little Girl, and so she smiled and nod
ded, and said: "See, now, which one of
you can dance the best!"
How hard I did try! I hopped and
skipped and bowed and turned, keep
ing time to Auntie Anne's music, but !t
Just seemed as if, no matter how hard
I tried, that Other Little Girl always
did better.
'Oh, stop. Auntie Anne!" I said. 'Tm
all tired out, and that Other Little Girl
dances better than me!"
Then Auntie Anne stopped and ran
and caught me In her arms. "What is
the trouble, honey dear?" she asked.
"Tell Auntie!"
"She dances better I don't like her
any more," I said, and I pointed to the
looking-glass and 'most cried.
"Why, honey dear!" said Auntie
Anne. "Don't you know, darling, that
the Other Little Girl dances Just the
way you do, not a bit better? She's
what big people call a 'reflection'
that means a picture of you, like the
picture in mamma's hand-mirror,
turned the other way like that. This
is a mirror, too, only bigger, and it
makes pictures of everybody that
stands in front of It. If I go there,
you will see a picture of me, too."
And sure enough, when Auntie and I
looked again there was the Other Lit
tle Girl, with her eyes full of tears,
holding the hand of another Auntie
Anne! What do you think of that?
The Luck of a Boy.-
If a boy is born lucky you can't keep
him out of it. Vicksburg has a boy 44
years old, named Walter Phelps, who In
the last three years has gathered up a
drove of 20 wild cattle found in the woods
and swamps and without owners. He
has also killed . five alligators, captured
and sold three white herons, earned $200
for saving a steamboat that was adrift,
and gathered and sold in the North 10
tons of Spanish moss.
had passed it was Lawrence, lover of
pale ivories and rich India ships, who
called, and this time his voice had a note
oi wild exultation.
"Guy, I see something!" And then to
his brother's eager question: "It's treas
ure, I'm sure; a little white bundle bob
bing up and down like a duck on the
waves.
"Let's get loose and catch it when It
comes close," yelled back Guv. For now,
with the deafening noise of the sea, there
was a wild dash of rain, explosive bursts
of thunder and terrific flashes of light
ning. It was by this lurid and intermit
tent light that brave little Lawrence had
seen the white bundle, dancing on the
crest of tumbling waves. Directly, up to
nis anKies for a second in water, he cried
Joyously: "I've got it," and quickly
loosening himself from the cable, up the
steps or tne house he stumbled, with Guy,
frantic with Jealousy, at his heels.
"It's mine," he said, as he dropped the
treasure, which proved to be quite a
neavy bundle, down on the office table.
"Don't care; it's got to be halves," re
turned Guy. For weren't fellows always
partners in deeds of daring adventure?
I hey stopped to argue aeain for a brief
instant, though amiably, for at the bot
tom the adored each other, .and then out
of the bundle, which had seemed motion
less up to this time, stuck a little, fat,
bare foot.
"Oh!" shrieked the boys aUthls mar
velous revelation, for the bundle was a
baby, a tiny, dimpled child of perhaps a
year old, lashed to a bit of plank and
covered with white sailcloth, one end of
which the sturdy kick had displaced.
Moreover, it was a baby little the worse
for Its salt voyage. The little face, quick
ly uncovered, wrinkled up as if for a
burst of tears, then blue eyes, fat
cheeks And rosy mouth all smiled. It was
a very nicey baby and It seemed to think
It saw two very nice boys.
The next morning at break of day
Uncle Louis returned wild with anxiety
for his nephews, to find the piratical pair
feeding a mat, laughing baby girl hot
water and condensed milk quite neatly
from a spoon.
He scolded tremendously when he heard
of the perilous night spent outside the
Signal Station, and told of a little Ger
man bark which had gone down in the
very sight of the llfesavers with every
soul on board.
"All but the treasure," said Lawrence.
a little bashfully. "And since it's live
treasure," put in Guy generously, "we
can't halve It."
They were the proudest boys in Chris
tendom when the story of their dangerous
feat went the rounds of the Hook.
"Only," said Uncle Louis, peremptorily,
"don't repeat it, for there isn't any
chance in the world that the sea will
cast up another baby."
As for the little storm waif itself, it
proved to be a passenger on the very bark
that had gone down. Whoever lashed it
to the plank and so saved its life will
never be known; but the little German
mother who came to claim It from New
York declared that the holy being must
have been her sister, who was bringing
the child to her from Germany. Law
rence and Guy shared in her tearful bless
ings, and kissed the baby quite sadly with
the last good-by.
"It was Just as good as a box of dou
bloons," said Lawrence.
"Better," said Guy.
ioned giants any more, and nobody cares
a cent about magic harps and seven
league boots and hens that lay golden
eggs. Even the children turn against us.
There was a boy named Dickey, an inti
mate friend of mine, who "
Here the giant gave a sob of such
Intense misery, and Dickey's own emo
tions were so great, that (the truth
must be told) Dickey awoke. Only
Mabel was there, sitting in the giant's old
place, and sweetly holding out the "Au
tomobile Demon" at the second chapter.
But Dickey said very politely that he
didn't wish It Just yet. He wanted to
think a minute' more of poor, lonely, old
fashioned giants, that nobodv would nut
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Looking-Glass
The other day young Phelps went out
In his boat and was run down by a
steamer. He swam half a mile to an
island and It was six hours before -e
was taken off. During that time he found
a cannon burred beneath the soil, and
while inspecting a hollow tree he felt
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donf know
wh&Ts be hind !
something metallic In his fingers and
presently hauled out ten twenty-dollar
gold pieces that had reposed In the hollow
since some ' time during the Civil War
There is no use predicting that that boy
will make his way. He has simply got
luck on his side and can't help it.
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Chapter IX.
IT WAS 1 o'clock in the afternoon
when Pete reached the railroad curve."
After a long look around him and
seeing no one in sight, he disappeared
among the bushes and began his search.
He found the deep ditch at once, but
though he hunted every foot of it there
was no sign of the trunk.
After leaving the ditch the boy began
searching the bushes. He did not be
lieve that the trunk could be thrown
over 40 feet from the railroad trades, but
before he got through searching he was
hunting 100 feet away. He searched for
a long two hours, but he was no better
off than when he began.
k Then he sat down and thought how
silly he had been to hope that he might
rind It. The farmer who had been called
to assist the tramp would have naturally
come back afterward to look about, or if
he hadn't he had told many people about
THERE WAS THE IX)ST HAIR TRUNK.
How Apprentice Started
THE Head Apprentice finally had all
the parts of the Earth adjusted and
in running order. It moved grace
fully around the sun on its eliptical or
bit; it had its day and night, with the
sun, moon and stars to light it. Its axis
was well greased, and Its internal fires
banked so they could pop to the surface
only through certain chimneys called vol
canoes. Its water system was near per
fection, its winds were modulated and
tamed so they only ran riot occasionally;
the whole machinery was ready for
something.
But for what? The Head Apprentice
got out his diary that he always kept,
and looked back over his notes-at some
instructions given him several years ago,
and-found a word, blurred and yellowed:
"Seeds." What he was to do with them
had become obliterated, but he knew at
once that this was the key to the situ
ation he must get some seeds.
9o he made a trip to that dear old place
where he could find everything he needed
the Garret of the Universe and poked
around in the Chamber of Forgotten
Things until he came upon a great chest
labeled "Assorted Seeds." Swinging this
over his shoulder by a rope he returned to
Earth. He landed with a thump, which
made the lid burst open a trifle, and some
of the seeds dropped out into the hands
of a curious little wind who happened
near. He caught the tiny things, and with
a roguish laugh sent them flying broad
cast Just before the Head Apprentice
could give him a sound box on the ear.
The chest was locked fast again, and
the Head Apprentice realized that the
time had come for him to decide what
he should do with the seeds. He sat on
the chest and pondered, and tried to
remember his instructions, but they had
gone from him long ago.
He decided to experiment. First he
carried the chest to the far side of a
great brown valley and' hid it In a deep
cave, but nothing came of It. Then he
set it on the top of a high mountain
where it rocked back and forth with the
breath of the clamoring winds; but
nothing came of it. Then he lowered
It deep into the ocean; and still noth
ing came of It. The seeds hid away In
the great chest were dry and safe, and
they hudiled their red. white and brown
bodies together, and did nothing.
Then the Head Apprentice lost his pa
tience with the apparently good-for-nothing
things, and with one stroke of
his ponderous fist he mashed in the top
of the box. Then be strode wrathfully
away. He said the Earth and the seeds
and everything else might go hang for
all . he carred. .
On he walked", and pretty soon he
came to the valley where the chest had
first Jolted open. He rubbed his eyes and
stared with all his might! Could this
be the same bare browen mold where the
lonesome little springs trlnkled and lost
themselves and came together again to
four lonesome little rivers? Everywhere
a soft green carpet was spreading; tiny
green springs poked their heads aljove
the brown soil or struggled out of rock
crevices; they burled their feet deep In
the welcoming mold and washed their
slender toe-lets In the brooks; here and
there taller green things shot up, brave
with a crown of feathery fronds.
The Head Apprentice stood as If In a
dream. He never took his eyes off the
spot for two years. By that time the
valley was hidden by a promising young
forest. Then all at once it came to him.
That rascally young wind had scattered
the seeds that had fallen out of the chest
and they had sprouted. The problem of
the seeds was solved. Hidden In the chest
they were worthless; scattered froely to
the air,' the sun, the water and the soil,
they were transformed. Here was Life!
Life! Life! The great meaning of the
slow building of the world opened to his
bewildered brain. He waa only a Head
TTAfiyf
the accident and they had stopped to
look the ground over. The trunk might
have been well hidden by the bushes in
Summer, but when Winter came to take
the leaves off It would certainly be ex
posed. The question now was. who was most
likely to have taken the trunk away?
As there was no one but farmers living
around there it was natural to conclude
that one. of them had. It so, wjiat ex
cuse could the boy make to buy It or
overhaul it? He could think of none,
and the chances of Miser Mlms getting
his papers back and getting the best of
the gang of land speculators appeared
pretty slim.
Pete did not give up the search until he
had put In another hour. Then he picked
up his tin box and moved on, very much
disappointed and thinking the only thing
to dowas to hurry back to Johnsonvllle
and notify Mr. Mims and come back with
him. He was passing a farmhouse with
out calling when a woman shouted and
Apprentice after all, following the in
structions given him; to what end he had
never known before.
But now he knew. With a bound he
started back to the despised chest of
seeds. He called all the winds from the
North, South, East and West, and with
laden hands he sent them forth all over
the land.
And the scattered seeds, obedient to
the voice of Nature, hid in the earth and
drank of its moisture. They germinated,
sprouted and came forth, living, green
and beautiful. They grew.yblossomed and
perfected new seed. Great trees rose,
tall and wonderful; there was a lavish
ness of production such as we shall never
see in this age for the earth was still
warm, tropical, lavish. Forests sprang
up, lived their lives and fell. These died
and others took their places. Away down
the ages these forests were found deep
under the soli, blackened and hardened
and turned into coal.
But that was afterwards. In the mean
while the Head Apprentice rejoiced in the
beauty of the blooming earth, and the
earth rejoiced in her own loveliness.
Catching a Condor.
A representative of the Royal Zoolog
ical Gardens, of London, made known
to the people of a district In Peru that
he would pay the sum of J100 for a live
specimen of the condor bird. Ho was
told over and over again that while a
few had been shot by hunters, the big
blrdy-was so wary, fierce and strong that
it would be impossible to lure one Into a
trap of any sort.
Among those who discussed the matter
were a peasant widow and her daughter.
The widow was the owner of four goats.
One of them died and the little girl
dragged an old fishnet over the body and
went away to weep over the loss. A
condor sailing high In the air caught
sight of the feast under the net and de
scended to secure it.
The bird at once became entangled In
the net, and though it made a struggle
for two hours, help was finally obtained
HE SAT ON THE CHEST
beckoned to him. She was standing on
the steps as he came up, ; and he saw
that she was motherly and good-natured.
"Are you a peddler?" she asked as he
catne up and made her a bow.
"Yesm."
"And do you go right past houses where
they want to buy?"
"You must excuse me. ma'am, but I
was thinking about something else. I
have got plus, needles, thread, buttons
and lots of other things."
"La me. but you are a small boy to be
peddling around the country. I want half
a dozen things. I've told pa every time
he's gone to town, but he Is a great
hand to forget."
"While she was selecting what she want
ed she was also talking, and by the
time she had made her purchases she
knew all about Pete.
When he told her about being in jail
she exclaimed: -
"Why. that Jailer's wife is my own
sister Martha! How curious! So she was
good to you? Of course she was. It runs
in the family. Now, I want to show
you that I can be good to you, too. It's
almo?t night and you might as well stop
with us. I sha'n't charge you a cent for
supper, lodgings and breakfast, and I
think that father and the hired man will
each buy a pair of suspenders and a knife
from you. It's no use for you to say no.
for you've got to stay. I want father to
hear about Constable Lukens and the jail
from your own lips."
Hunting about in the ditch and buphes
for the lost trunk had been fatiguing for
Pete, and as it was late In the afternoon
he was very glad to accept the Invita
tion to stay all 'night. After a bit the
woman said to him:
"I never saw a hoy yet that didn't like
custard pie, and If you'll help me a little
I'll have one for supper. You go to the
barn and hunt the eggs and I'll make the
Pi.-."
Pete set off laughing and entered the
barn. The doors stood open, and as he
entered a hen jumped oft her nest with a
cackle and fled between his feet. When
he looked up there was the lost hair
trunk before him. It stood on a barrel,
and was full of hay. and the hens had
made a nest there. There wsis the calf
skin cover there was the star made of
brass-headed tacks there was the thing
that Miser Mims had told him of and
which had given him so much trouble.
One corner was broken, and the lid hung
down by one hinge, but the body of the
trunk was all right. Pete stood arid
stared as if seeing a ghost.
It was five minutes before the lad
could pluck up courage to advance, and
then it was on tip-toe. There was a nest
In the trunk, and In the nest were three
fresh eggs. The hay was soon lifted out.
Mr. Mlms had told him how the false
bottom could be lifted out. and presently
it was clear of the trunk and the boy
had the precious maps and papers in his
hands. They were almost as clean and
new a3 when deposited there years be
fore. "Can't you find any a-I-g-s?" called tho
woman from the house.
"Yes. here they are."- replied Pete, as
he stepped to the door and held up the
three eggs.
He hustled around for a minute and
found three more, and then, taking off
his cap. he carried them to the house and
ran back as If for more.
"These will be enough, boy," called the
woman, but he was after something more
precious than eggs and did not seem -to
hear her.
The false bottom was quickly replaced
In the trunk and the hay restored, b-st
the papers were placed In an Inside
pocket of Pete's coat. When he realized
how the search was over at last, and
how queerly everything had come about,
he greW weak In the knees and had to
sit down to rest. He knew that he must
look pale and he strolled in the orchard
for half an hour before returning to the
house.
(To Be Continued.)
"His Garden
and it was delivered alive and In good
condition to the agent.
The J100 that came to the widow's
pocket was more money than she had
ever had in her possession in all her life
before.
It took a strong man to even lift the
bird, and it was calculated that one blow
of his strong beak would kill a boy 10
years old. In Its struggles with the net
it splintered a stout post with blows of
its wings.
My Fa and I.
Council Bluffs Nonpareil.
My pa. he didn't go down town
Last evening after tea.
But got a book and settled down
As comfy as could be;
I'll tell you I was offul glad
To have my pa about.
To answer all the things I had
Been tryln' to find out.
And so I asked him why the world
Is round Instead of square.
And why the piggies' talis are curled.
And why don't fish breathe air?
And why the moon don't hit a star.
And why the dark is black,
And Jest how many birds there are.
And will the wind come back?
;
And why does water stay In wells.
And why do June bugs hum,.
And what's the roar I hear in sheila.
And when will Christmas come?
And why the grass is always green.
Instead of sometimes blue?
And why a bean will grow a bean.
And not an apple, too? '
And why a horse can't learn to moo.
And why a cow can't neigh?
And do the fairies live on dew.
And what "makes hair grow gray?
And then my pa got up an", gee!
The offul words he said!
I hadn't done a thins, but he
Jost sent me off to bed.
AND PONDERED.