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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 22, 1908)
THE SliDAT OREGOMAX. POKTXAXB. S3, 190S. dHUTl, Little DrusillaV Third Grandmother -- " v-.; FV ALICE I-ATIMER. "C HANGB cars at Jackson Junc tion." said the conductor. Drusllla nodded and looked dreamily out of the window at the un familiar landscape, while she wondered what It really would be like at her prantlaiother's hr grandmother on her papa's sid to whom she was going for her Tnanlc-tfvtrg vacation. She had come all tlio way from New Tork to nak the visit, and now the train was fast leaving Chicago behind back on the main line, from which branched out the suburban road which passed through "VVallinKford. the little towh where her grandmother on her papa's side had lived ever since she, Drusllla. waa a baby. Drusilla herself had lived In Tarts and in London and only for a year past In New York. Her grandmother on her mamma's side, with whom she lived, was fond of traveling, and that was why Drusllla. a bl girl of 11 now. had never made her grandmother's- acquaintance. She did not know much more about Thanksgiving than she did about Amer ica or her other grandmother, because phe had always spent the holiday either In a hotel or in traveling, or perhaps In a boarding school, and none of these places are likely to give one a very ac curate idea of Thanksgiving a real American Thanksgiving. That was one of th reasons that Grandmother Dalton was so anxious to have her pay the visit promised for so many years at the time of the Thanksgiving holidays, and so, since Grandmother Schwed, the travel ing one. didn't care to come so far, Dru sllla was making the journey alone. It was getting dark and the landscape was scarcely visible from the lighted cars any longer, so Drosllla drew from her biig the bulky letter that she had re ceived from hfr papa and mamma Just before she left New York. Not every little girl has a papa who hunts orchids in equatorial swamps and a mamma wno accompanies him on these perilous and Interesting Journeys. Whenever Drusllla received one of the wonderfully fascinat ing letters telling all about the adven tures and the orchids she counted her blessings and felt that she was the most favored girl on earth, although there were other times, waen the other girls mothers and fathers had her home to tea. for Instance, when she almost wished that site had more ordinary parents in stead of the orchid-hunting kind. Now. however, she was In her most contented mood, for the bulky letter was as fas cinating as a fairy tale, in which her own larents lis'Jred truthfully as hero and heroine. Pernarw that was why the time passed so qutck'y until the train came to a lonr I stop and a pausing employe of the road said. "Getting out. miss?" Drusllla looked up startled. Everybody had l'-fl the car. Siie remembered what the conductor had said about the Junc tion. Is this the Junction?" she called after the man who had spoken to her. But the man did not hear her. and "hastily gathering up ner bag. DtubIIIa disembarked. The train ran up on a sid ing a.id Pruelila found herself on a little platform all alone, with not a person In sight anywhere. Evidently no one had come to meet her. and there was no tick et asent In the station, which was a snail one, such as are only opened at tram times. "I will wait." said Drueilla bravely. "Purely someone w-Hl come for me." She waited patiently. The train men left, the cars, and she saw them going away la the dusk and had an Impulse to call after them, but did not do so. Then to her relief aha heard footstep, and. looking around, saw an old lady coming up on the station. She was a thin old lady, with a sweet, sad face, and Tvnst'la ran toward her eagerly. "Oh." she cried "are you my trandma? I was afraid you weren't coming." "I couldn't get over Just the moment the train stopped." explained the old ladv. "because, you see. I was getting .:pp-T. ard I ws afraid the things n.ni'.d burn, but I knew you couldn't verv well get lost In such a little place." She kiesed Drusilla and gave her a warm welcome. Thni taking her by the hnd. she ld the way across a piece of waMe land to a tiny little tumble-down house ha-k some distance from the sta tion. It ww th smallest house Prusilla had ever been in the very smallest. TheM were on-y two rooms, and both of these had verv low ce'll-iKS and were not much latver than Drusllla s llttl hall bedroom at school. It looked as if the roof leaked, too. for In one pla.-e the rafters showed through the plaster and there were big stains on the whitewashed walls. But it was very nat and bright. The lamp burned cheerfully and n appetizing smell of friei potatoes greeted Drusllla as she fntcrel. She felt a little surprised that her grandmother should have such a small house and she wondered If she could be so very poor, but there w-as no d-ruX that ehe was a very pleasant S-ar. rim other, and Drusllla was quite con tented. For a iTpcr there were apple sauce and an eg for Druilla. besides the fried po tatoes. Dr;isiHa also had a sugar cake with a large raisin in It. She noticed that grandmother had neither an egg nor SAW AN OLD LADY COMING UP O N a raisin cake, but It never occurred to her to ask why. After supper Drusilla felt so very tired and sleepy that she fell Into a doze wnne she was petting the great gray cat. which was her grandmother's, and was awak ened by a pleasant voice in her ear say ing that perhaps it would be belter for her to go to bed and talk things over tomorrow. Drusilla had been wondering all through supper time where she was going to sleep, for eje had seen only one bed in the small Inner room, and that she had supposed belonged to her grand mother. They had talked very pleasant ly about her Journey and cat. etc., while they were at supper and her grandmoth er had not asked her. many questions, for shs saw Drusllla was a little shy, and wanted to get acquainted in her own way. Once or twice Drusilla caught her looking at her peculiarly, as if she was studying her granddaughter's appear ance. But shs did not think much about it and tumbled comfortably Into the bed which her grandmother said was to be hers. "I sleep on the couch In the other room." she explained. Still, in spite of her sleepiness, there was one thing that lurked In the back of Drusllla's mind. How different her grandmother looked from the photograph which had reached them In London three years ago. That lady had been quite imposing, with a Jewel at her throat and her white hair plied high In a fashionable coiffure. This lady seemed much smaller and her soft hair was arranged most simply. Still people, change very much often in three years, and evidently her grandmother had also grown poor In that time. That would account for her not looking so splendid. The Sand Man refused to wait a minute longer by the time Drusilla had considered the situation thus far, and in a moment she was sound asleep. However, it all came back to her. next morning, when her grandmother came to help her dress. Drusllla's bag had been unpacked and her toilet things were spread out on the window sill. Drusilla saw her grandmother g axing curiously at the contents of the bag. "It doesn't seem much for a whole two Alphabet To find the animals which are teLj? wSi Hg, ft tA They y the HYDROSAURUS has never done a thing UMf . ZifW IIV i T f ir Y$ In his disinterested life but meat politely cKng iWllll'to I ri l - v L To spots that were inhabited atong the River Nile, Im W BM LlSL jS twESV I 150 he could warn natives when he spied a crocodile. j Ws -V22 W I M "F Llvl TvP A h Vnd still you win not find this beast fa the Egyptian zoos fl f Sa3iJ' Lr Because that meet ungrateful folk instead inclined to choose vilify I I 1 ul ?- xteCr ii r The father foolish IBIS, a distinctly selfish bird, Vf). Jf I ' P j Vim same una. ine verse puoiisiiea w in ine uurie icim mo biuij paner before cutting out the separate piecea This Is merely to make It easier to separate pieces. The white parts are to weeks," laughed Drusilla. "but my trunk Is coming tomorrow. They had It ex pressed to save bother.' Her grandmother had picked tip a silver-backed brush and was studying the monogram. "My, what pretty things:" she said. "Who gave them to you, my dear?" "My papa." explained Drusllla. "All my initials are on them. D. L. D., Drusilla Langworthy Dalton." "There!" said Drusllla's grandmother, dropping the brush and growing perfect ly white. "I suspected something was wrong; yet I couldn't see how It was THE STATION. possible, but if that's your name, then I'm not yoilr grandmother.' "For goodness- sake," cried Drusilla, Jumping out of bed and staring about her wildly. "Then, where is my grand mother?" "And where." said the old lady. Vis my granddaughter?" The whole situation seemed incredible. Drusllla could do nothing for a full five minutes but stare at her supposed grandmother, and that lady for the same space of time could do nothing but re turn the stare. Then with Drusllla's help she began to reason It out. "My granddaughter.' she said, "started from New York on the same train as you did. and she's got off at the wrong place, while you've come on here when you should have changed at Jackson and gone on to Wallingford. I only hope that my granddaughter has found your grandmother, but it isn't likely. The only thing for us to do is to find some lady who's going to Wrlghtsville that's the nearest place we can telegraph and get them to send a telegram to your grandmother. There's no train out of here today, because it's a holiday, so you'll have to stay here until Friday. Y'ou see I'd never seen my granddaughter before, either. She's coming out to me because her parent are dead and she's going to live here with me right along. I only hope she's as sweet natured as you seem to be. my dear." And the kind old lady beamed on Drusilla and patted her as if she really wished she were her granddaugh ter. Mrs. Crelghton for that was the name of Druslllas hostess soon found some one who was going to Wrightvllle and who would take the telegram to Drusll la's grandmother, and the station agent at Wrightvllle had an answering tele dram saying that Mrs. Creighton's granddaughter was safe in the care of the station agent's wife at Jackson Junc tion and that she would be sent along next day. So It was not very long be fore their minds were relieved of anx iety. Animals hidden in the patchwork puzzle, proceed In cutting out the parts be cut away. "And now," said Drusilla, "am I go ing to have a real Thanksgiving dinner, the real American kind like my grand mother said I should have?" Mrs. Crelghton looked a little troubled at this and said: "Well, my dear. I'll do my best, but you know a turkey is a big bird for two people." "Oh, but we must have turkey," said Drusllla. "It wouldn't be even as good as a London Thanksgiving without tur key, and we could eat it cold, or you could after I'm gone, or we could give It to the cat." Then she had an lnsplra- tion. "Perhaps," sh said, "turkeys are expensive. - "They are, rather," confessed Mrs. Crrlghton. "Oh." . cried Drusllla, "but I have lots of money and I'm going- to buy the Thanksgiving dinner." And' this she persisted In doing in spite of all Mrs. Creighton's efforts to dissuade her. The end of the line isn't a very good place to buy provisions, especially on a holiday morning, but- a personal acquaintance with the shopkeeper Is of great assistance, and even pumpkin- pies' of the good old-fashioned brand may be bought from neighbors m an emergency. So prusilla had a Thankglvlng dinner such as was never surpassed even In af ter years in her own grandmother s state ly mansion, for Mrs. Creighton was a most accomplished cook of oldVfashioned dainties, and when the repast was final ly ready somewhat late in the afternoon no real American need have felt ashamed to see it set before a king. Besides there was the spice of adventure attached to this Thanksgiving dinner that she her self had bought. When Drusilla said goodby next morning, she said. "Now. I have three grandmothers," as she gave Mrs. Creigh ton a parting hug. And In after years, whether she spent her holiday with her Illinois grandmother In. the country or with her traveling grandmother in a great hotel, or with her parents in some interesting outpost of civilization near to the orchid beds, she never forgot her third grandmother, and always sent a message and a box of gifts to remind her of what she declared was her in troduction to an American Thanksgiv ing. ' DOLLS OF ALL NATIONS OTHING ! more fun for a little girl who has grown tired of her doll family than to make them into a fam ily of all nations by dressing them In suitable national costumes. There may be any number of dolls In the doll family the more the merrier and It isn"t at all necessary that they should be young or fresh, or even whole, when the family Is starfd. A one-armed doll, or one with one leg or eye, will do very nicely for a German soldier who has seen service, or even for one of our own sailors or soldiers who has been to the wars. A battered doll, long past first youth, with scanty locks and a damaged nose, will not look out of place as an old peasant woman In the costume of any of the countries of Europe. There should be Chinese and Japanese dolls, whose costumes are not hard to make. If one has not real Oriental expression to start with it is -not difficult to make It by a little attention to the eyebrows and the hair. For the eyebrows the water color paints will be useful. There should be a black-haired Spanish lady In a man tilla and a toreador' if possible; a col ored Dinah and an Indian squaw; French, German, Austrian, Hungarian nnd Russian peasants; Turks, savage Af ricans and South Sea . Islanders. All these ara necessary In a very complete collection, but of course they can be col lected gradually or made over from dis carded dolls of the Anglo-Saxon race. It Is perfectly possible to paint the white dolls black, brown, yellow or copper col ored, and to dye, friz or braid their hair Into suitable wigs- Care must be taken, however, to see that the eyes are dark when the dark-eyed nations are to be represented. Gentleman Doll Speaks His Mind. Amanda Is the Paris doll. Belinda came from Berlin; Amanda's locks are straight and black, Belinda's brown and curlin". Amanda wears the smartest frocks, Belinda's are too fussy; Amanda's always smartly gowned. Belinda's always mussy. .Amanda has vivacious ways, Belinda's so retiring And yet I like Belinda best, Her graze Is so admiring. A Busy Little Chap. It has been ascertained that the mouse. in Patchwork Picture along tne same lines as in puumg " ... , , handle the pieces, and it will also make which make up the picture be very careful when he is free to range about, sleeps only two hours in the . 24, or less than any other animal known. During the rest of the time he is on the hustle and probably covers five miles in his run nings. The honey bee sleeps from dark to dawn, and that old Baying "as busy as a bee" should be changed to "as busy as a mouse." In four days and nighta a mouse will either eat or convey away a pound of cheese. He has always got his appetite with him. The machine exports of Japan have tn- iea in quantity rive times in one year. A Game . j rf-mrr " j -ti 80At.2 FT 5fJUAE ' J J (ConsucKT mnm xk uS I ' tCt3': ft&J' fmfT: "is ii iw yosk unu ceo !7 C IE ET'- iTSJicii r V &AHtBA6 BY UNCLE DICK. THE woodshed was a mighty pleas ant place when Uncle Dick arrived on Saturday morning. It was a raw November day, but Tommy had a nice warm Are in the stove, beside which the old gentleman was soon seated. "Does It occur to you that Christmas will soon be here?" he asked Tommy. "Well, I guess yes. I dreamed about Santa Claus last night. I met the old gentleman on the street and he asked me to help him check up a lot of toys. Goodness gracious! I worked so hard on tho Job that; I woke up this morning with a headache.' "I guess that mince pie you ate for din ner last night put you on that job." laughed Uncle Dick. "Now, I think It's high time you Btarted a little Santa Claus factory of your own. Of course, you re call those Nelson boys you met at the farm during vacation.. Don't you re member? They took you fishing with them, showed you how to trap bobolinks and all that sort of thing." "Indeed I - do," replied Tommy. "And you bet I'm going to send them a nice Christmas present!" 'Well." said Uncle Dick, "here's a drawing of a game that will tickle them to death. It hasn't got any name tnat i ever heard of, but it's a whole lot of fun. Bill Smith Invented it and we boys each had one at home. First you want to get a smooth board, one-half an inch thick and, say, 12 inches wide. By nail ing strips on the ends you make a board two feet square. Paint the face white and draw the lines on with a lead pencil, making one and a half Inch squares. Use this picture to make your drawing. Use for il c -' r t ,, th entire mosaic i the puzzle last longer After vou have thus to cut Just within the black lines, or tne a keyhole saw- to cut out the targets consisting of the heads of Uncle M?9' the two kids and the donkey's eye. The construction of the back of the targets Is very simple. The little brass strap hinges will cost but a few cents. Make the little sand bags of colored muslin, filled with clean sand. The rubber bands should be strong enough to snap the sand bag back about 18 inches when it Btrikes the center of the target. Stand about 12 feet away from the board when playing the game. "I'll never forget an adventure Louie Boggs had after practicing all Winter That Will Interest You PUAYtN& TfVE SAMC on this game. He had become so expert that he could hit the donkey's eye right in the center every time at a distance of 30 feet. Well, the following Fall we all went as usual to the county fair. Among the catchpenny games to separate the farmers from their money was a cane ringing outfit. Of course the canes that were easy to ring were worth about 2 cents a dozen. But as a bait the man had a half dozen or so silk umbrellas, the handles being of a size that made It next to Impossible to throw a ring over them. While we were looking on, a boy, by the merest luck threw a ring over the best one of the lot. Although the man running the game had been do ing a land-office business all day, getting about a dollar apiece for penny canes, he refused to give the boy the umbrella, making the ridiculous claim that he had leaned over too far when he threw the ring. This made us all mad, and Bill STORY OF LIGHTHOUSE TOM A T a certain spot on the New Eng land coast there U a spit or point of land making out from the main land for half a mile, and at the end of this point there is a lighthouse. It Is what is known as a shore light. Fifteen miles away, on either side, are other lighthouses, and, being built on Islands four or five miles from the beach, they are known as rock lighthouses. Under the rules of the Government, only men can be employed to care for either rock lighthouses or lightships. As for shore lights, women can and do attend them. The shore light, of which I am going to tell yo-i, we will call Pleasant Point Puzzles. all these puzzles are of exactly the and naste it on heavy wrapping and paste it on heavy wrapping reinforced the mosaic, cut out the p.eces wu. nov """" Light. For 15 years after the lighthouse was erected Its keeper was James Deer lng, and he lived. In the village, a mile away. His wife was a strong, hearty woman, and after a while she learned all about the light and was able to take his place at any time. W'hen his boat was upset one day and he was-drowned as he sought to rescue a fisherman drifting out to sea, the Government appointed her keeper of the light, and she had kept the place for three years when our story opens. Pleasant Point light was considered a good place to get and hang on to. The pay was fair, the light easy to manage ptrrwLOFTAivsrrj. M0.I HTTPtfAIIWAft HO.Z TARGET ClOiEfr THE fcU&&Efc&Mtt Smith thought of a scheme to get even with the man. Bill's father was one of the directors of the fair and w hunted him up. Bill told him about th swind ler and also his plan to get square. This is how wo did it. First Deacon Smith Eauntered up and made himself known to the faker, and while they were talking up stepped Louie Boggs and bought six rings for 5 cents. He made the man show him Just where he could stand and got him to say that any article he threw a ring over he could have. Then Mr. Louie calmly proceeded to ring five silk umbrellas out of the six rings, one Just missing by a hair. My! You should have heard that faker go on! But It waa i no use. Deacon Smith stood right there and told him if he didn't give up the umbrellas he would have him put off the grounds. So we all went home with a silk umbrella. Including the boy who was cheated, as Louie gave one to him." and one was living on shore all the time and exposed to no danger from the sea. ., Half the men in the village, who wer all fishermen, had made application foi the place, and though some of them fell that it should go to the widow whose husband had held It so long, all were disappointed at not getting It for them selves. There were two children Tom and Mary. Tom was 15 and his sister two years younger. The family had removed to the lighthouse as soon as the mother had been put in charge, and though Tom had become a fisherman, he and Mary attended school in the village a share ol the time. Before the death of their father, they were favorites wtth all, as they deserved to be. After the mother's appointment to the llghthouce the feellns toward them changed. Men and women treated them coldly, and other children flaunted them. Point Pleasant was too far from a rail road to be a Summer resort, but a few persons in search of a quiet spot to spend a month or two always found their way there. For two seasons Tom had made considerable money by taking these strangers out in his boat to sail or fish. He had the best boat in the harbor, and there was Jealousy also over this. In Summer time Mary, after helping her mother about the house, gathered shells along the beach and always found buy ers for them. Other girls could have done the same. but. though only fisher men's daughters and in some cases very poor, they said they were too proud to do it. More than once they had called Mary a "beach-scraper," and she had come home to cry about it, but her mother and Tom had always said: "Never mind what they say. We know what alls them and can afford to pass their words by. If we don't call names in return they will by and by become " ashamed of themselves." One afternoon in mid-July, when Mary had been up to the village inn with some shells for a man from Boston, she re turned home to report that the children had been unusually rude, and that among them was a lad of 15 who was stopping at one of the cottages with his mother. He had purposely run against her and scattered her basket of shells all over the street, and had then crushed three or four of them under his feet. The mother was Indignant, but had begun to soothe the daughter, when Tom spoke up and said: "This has gone far enough. We have borne too much. I'd like to he friends with all the boys and girls, and I've tried my best, as Mary has, but now I'm going to go the other way. The next boy who Insults me will wish he hadn't." "But you'll get Into trouble," warned the mother. "I believe there are folks in the village who'd like to see you la Jail." "Then perhaps they'll see me there. I won't stand this any longer." Perhaps a dozen boys in the town, with the strange boy added, were ex pecting Tom, and perhaps they had gath ered on a vacant lot near the Inn by ac cident, but at any rate they were there, and as soon as he made his appearance all set up a yell of derision. They ex pected him to pass on, as he had always done before, but to their surprise he walked right Into their midst and stood looking from one to the other, The boys of the town ceased to grin, for every one of them knew tnat Tom Deerlng was a lad of pluck, but the strange boy wante to show off before them, and he came for ward and Impudently said: "What are you doing here, youngster? I didn't hear anybody ask you to stop." "I stopped because I felt like It," was the reply. "Then go on because you feel like It. This will help you." And the strange boy knocked Tom's cap from his head and gave him a kick besides. Next minute he was down on his back, with the lighthouse boy on top of htm, and being hammered as never before. Tom Deerlng had woke up. (To Be Continued.)
