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Little DrusillaV Third Grandmother
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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
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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 "
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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.
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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
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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.)