THE SUNDAY OREGON IAN, PORTLAND, APRIL .11. 1903.
JERRY, JUDITH AND THE RETIRED WITCH
tKHV A.ND JIUITH FITLHER m
J twins, and for that reason their
birthdays came on the same day.
They txsian by each getting birtnday
presents for the other, hut they soon
found that in this way they didn't get
the thins that they most wanted, so
they decided that each should get the
right present and make believe that the
other save It. This plan proved to be
more sa tin fact ory.
They were (retting ready for their 7t'i
hlrthday and had already dune a good
deal of ihonolnt without lln.linrr evaMlw
what they wanted to give 'hemselves.
On the very last day before their birth
day they set out for another attempt.
As they lived in the city, It was easy for
them to go to the shops.
"We must find something this time,
tleri-v." Judith said, "for If w don't we
shall have to ho without our principal
presents. 1 shall be very much disap
pointed If you don't get yourself home
thing that you want from me."
"I wish we didn't have so many things
already." Jerry answered. "It would be
(treat deal easier then.
"It is unfortunate." Judith admitted.
"but we must not be discouraged. We
must do the best we can."
So they set out and soon reached the
shops. The first one they came to had
large window filled with uncomfort
able looking wax ladies wearing dresses
of
all Rinds. there was nothing there
that they wanted. Then there was a boot
and shoe shop, and then a candy shop,
and a drug store, and a Jeweler's and toy
hop, hut nowhere did they find anytnlnsr
that they cared about. At last they
came to a little shop between the large
ones. It had only one small window and
there was nothing In that excepting a
lango black cat with yellow eyes, which
sat looking at them tnrough the glass.
"What a lovely cat!" Judith said. "Do
you suppose it's for sale? It would be
Just the thing for you to give nie."
"No harm going In to see," said Jerry.
So they opened the door and entered
the shop. The forward part of it was
dark, and on both sides tho showcases
were covered up with red cloth, so tnat
it was Impossible to see what was in
them. In the back part of the simp there
was more light, and there sat a little old
lady, with white hair and spectacles,
knitting.
"flow do you do. my dears?' she said.
"What do you want to buy?'
Now. it happened tout this Utile old
lady was a retired witch. She really
anew a great deal anout magic and wlte.i-
li-aft an1 oil (hut -t . . f . I , i . . v...
working hard for a great many years
h made up her ,mlnd to come to tun
Ity. where she could be undisturbed, and
-h opened her little shop, so that she
night, have something to keep her from
ellnT lonesome. She was very kind
tjiearted and obliging.
Jerry suddenly thought of something
that he would like, and he said: "I want
How Easter
TtV AMANDA B. TIARHIS.
L1TTI.K lilldegarde, the burgomaster's
daughter, ccmo down early to break
fast. What a wonder! And with
her beautiful hnlr nicely braided, her dark
blue velvet bodice on, and her gay street
petticoat with the band of embroidery
around the hem, and her velvet cap in
her hand, she was all ready to go
abroad
She was in such liH.Me to ee the family
that she slid down the balusters children
rtkl that two hundred and twenty-five
years ago as tiny do now. Then she
went skipping ami whirling on her toes
Into the morning room, n here the great
carved tshle was sot out. laden with sa
vory, (.teaming things, and her father and
mother and I lie rest wore ready for
breakfast.
"It Iiae come. come, come!" sho cried.
"The fpring has come; truly, surely
come, llret.-hen hrought nie some violets
and Andreas has seen a cockchafer."
The staid burgomaster of Nuremberg
and his gracious wife ook-d lovingly at
the beautiful young fa.-e. all flushed and
eager, and they knew what was coming.
"And von kiulw." continued lilldegarde.
In dancing excitement, "you know the
girls must be told. oh. may not Andreas
go, and Wllhrhu. ami t'onrnd?-lt will
take them all all ovej- town and tell?
' And lrt nie go! Oh. may I, to Philippine
and Katharlna and lnclien? 1 must: I
must!"
Now. what Via li nil about? AVhy.
Spring had come to the uuaint old tier
limn city of Nuremberg It had coin.'. In
deed, after the cold, northern Whiter.
Toil should have lived there to know
what Spring meant to the people" es
pecially to the children.
Two hundred and twenty-live vears nsn.
when Uttl" Hildegarde. the burKoinaster's
daughter, lived thoiv. Nuremberg was
tortined city. It had high, double wall-.
of soild masonry, with great, massive
gates tnat were open ll.rougli the dav
but closed and barred at nightfall. To
be Mire, no walls, however high, could
keep out the .-Spring: but in those severe
Inters not a child but f.-u shut In
Hlght through the city flowed the river
tYsnux. and outside the walls were
broad plains and beyond Uu- plains were
green hill. pleasant places to wander
I'ipr in warm weatner. nut seeming so
far away, so inaccessible till Spring
came. And yet .so longed for! Violets
grew there. startlowers, gcntianellas
beautiful things without number; birds
sang, butterflies were everywhere when
Spring had come lo stay.
To the little maidens of Nuremberg it
meant something moi-e. for they hud
festival day of their own. Not dancing
round a .Maypole or observing any ciu-
mm ever Known on this continent, hu
they went in a procession and drowned
or burned or buried the Winter.
now u whs uone snail te told pres
enuy .
llildegarde had until now been though
too young, but today she was not onl
lo have a part, hut to be the chief per
onage. Mif could hardly eat her break
fast for Joy. and by the time the sun had
oegun to noou ins narrow streets with
warmth and brightness she was skipping
aiong rrom nouse to house, and Andrea
and the other men-servants were going
all over the city.
Py noon the gray town seemed to have
blossomed out with little girls. All
dressed In white, they came tripping
riown me stone stairs and on to the bur
fgomaster s limi. The sfreets were full
lor them. They kept coming and coming
I trom the baker s house and the barbr
r--oin ine nraiser and the seamtress
and the woodcarver s, Just the Fame a
rrom tiie weauny nurgner s: rich or poof,
u mane no oinerenee.
At the burgomasters the double doors
at the portal stood wide open, and In the
long hall there was a biasing flre. fo:
however genial It might be outside, in
those houses of stone it was still chilly
the mistress stool waiting to receiv
the little maids; a mately but most gra
cioitti lady, sweet of lace and with sue
loving ways. How noble she looked In
fcsr handsome attire, with gold coins In
1 - . . : - . . : :
How the Twins Found the Most Wonderful
Birthday Presents and What Became, of
the Summer Sled and the Walking Doll
BY ACTON ARCHER
a sled that will slide up hill as well as
down, and that can be used in the Sum
mer as well as in the Winter."
"Dear me!" said the little old lady.
"I'm not sure that there are any left.
Ix't us see."
She roso and put her knitting aside,
and led the way to the counter that was
on the left of the shop. She. lifted the
cloth that covered the showcase, end
there, snro enough, was a sled. There
was nothing else in the case. She had
some difficulty in getting the sled out,
but "Tie managed il at laat and handed It
to Jerry, who could hardly believe hts
eyes.
"Now. what do- you want, little girVT"
lite old lady asked of Judith, covering: up
the case again:
Judith had been wondering for days
what she wanted, but when she heard
the question sho thought of something
as suddenly as Jerry had.
"I want a doll that can walk and talk
and sing without being wound up," she
said.
"Dear me!" snid the old lady, just as
she had said before. "I don't know
Came to the
the meshes of the netted cap on her
head, a high ruff of costly lace about
her neck, and a richly-wrought chain of
gold falling like a chatelaine over her
elvrt gown. She mothered the little
Bit's as they came flocking in. She tied
ireti-nen s necklace and fastened the
buckle on the shoe of the barber's little
laughter. Mlgnon's hair she braided
over, and she set a etitch where Katha-
ina had torn the embroidery on her'
kirt. Siie smoothed down the daintv
bodices, she put a deft touch here and
another there, until all the flock were
ready.
Scores of rosy faces, sparkling eves.
bright young heads, with braids of golden
nair that was the sight she looked upon.
And what beauty In the white garments.
wrought with such quaint Tembroidery In
duo and red, as no one sees outside
hose countries of Central Europe, such
as Saxony and Wurtemberg and Bavaria!
Quaint little Nurembergers. what a
picture they made!
Then in canio tho one wood-carver who
excelled all the others of his craft, bring-
ng a tiny casket, a work of price, carved
n such wondrous designs as none but
the artificers of Nuremberg could exe
cute. In the-casket, fit to hold jewels,
was laid a doll, elegantly dressed in the
uatume of the place, and with Hilde-
garde and Philippine bearing It between
hem. heading the procession, the little
maids set out. marching two and two.
hat an odd custom, though in similar
UttU taa6s set out
marc)7ro$
ways common to many of those countries.
Ths doll represented Winter, and they
were going to drown It.
IHiftti in the street they went, and on.
Charming sight for a bright Spring day
In that gray town! If one. could have
been In Nuremberg then Though
for
whether there are any left. Xet us see.
She took the covering from the case
that was on the right-hand side of the
shop, opposite the case in which the sled
had "been, and there was the prettiest
possible doll, with real hair and eyes that
would not only open and close but would
turn from side to side. ,
"How lovely!" Judith exclaimed, clap
ping her hands.
"It the last one," said the old lady,
taking the doll out of the case, which
remained as empty as the first case had
been when the sled was taken out. She
covered the case up again with the red
cloth and then stood the doll upon the
floor. It Immediately ran to the end of
the shop and back. again, carefully avoid
ing the chairs on the way. Then It said:
"How do you do. ladies and gentlemen?
The song that I am about to sing for
you is one that I composed myself and
I hope you will like it." Then It sang
a song in a very sweet voice, after which
it danced prettily across the floor, turn
ing around: on the tips of Its . toes, so
that its skirt flew out around, as you
sometimes see on the stage.
Little Maids
that matter it Is worth a voyage across
the Atlantic to be in Nuremberg on any
day of any year. To be there is like
being set right down in the Middle Ages.
I ne nouses are four and five stories high,
made of stone, stone fronts, stone gables,
stone balconies, with wonderful orna
ments of Iron wrought in vines and
graceful patterns, with sculptured figures
on the eaves of the high pitched roofs,
and over doors and windows.
Not under the shadow of tho houses,
however, but out in the sunshine, went
the procession, the little feet tripping
lightly over the paving stones. People
leaned out of the high-up windows to
look, gathered in the balconies, stood in
the doorways. Young girls waited by the
stone fountains, artizans came out of
their shops, the blacksmith from his
forge, the baker from his kneading
board. On and on went the maidens', singing:
And now w hav chasd Death away.
And brought in the Summer so warm and
gay
Th Summsr and th month of May.
TV bring sweet flowers, many a one
We bring th rays of tb golden sun.
For the dreary Death at last Is gone.
Twice they crossed the river "which
flows through the town, and as many
atone bridges, and by mid-afternoon they
arrived at a third bridge, and there they
threw the casket into the deep water, and
so drowned Bhe doll.
Winter was gone; it was dead; it could
return no more.
TOO attO two
Then, with Hlldegarde and Philinntna
still at the head, the procession marched
oacx to the burgomaster's house. Though
a company with rumpled hair, and rai
ment disordered, the bright eyes were
brighter, arid the rosy cheeks more glow
ing; and everybody, from the porter te
"It's a perfectly dear little doll!" Ju
dith cried, taking it up in her arms.
She thought at first that It must be
alive and not a doll at all, but when she
looked at It she saw that its arms and
legs were stuffed and its face was hard.
Just like her own doll's at home.
"Do I understand that these are for
birthday presents?" the retired witch
asked in pleasant tones.
"Yes," Jerry replied. "She is to, give
me the sled and I am to give her the
doll. Our birthday is tomorrow."
"They were made especially for blrth-
the mistress, had a welcome for them.
A table was set in the banqueting hall,
where they all sat down and had a feast
of holiday things; seed cakes, plum cakes,
cakes with marvelous frosting, ' cakes
trimmed with flowers, cakes holding the
most toothsome Jellies, sweet meats, tarts
every dainty that the Nuremberg bak
ers could make.
Then the ' blind old fiddler, Anselm,
came and played the most delitrhtful
marches, the airiest. Bravest aumn tho
merriest, hest nf ail i irn,. . v.-
little maids joined hands and sprang to
io iiiuj.ii:. j uey sam tney were dancing
A Rnrlnf in Tt.&l. it..i . .
.... Ai.o, nine itei went
skipping in an endless chain; then round
u in i i-i luey went in a wniri or pretty
SkirtR- hlllA even Brutrlrlln. a . ... I
cheeks aglow with roses.' and the house
mei ry wim meir uwcet voices. For Spring
ii i n uoxue.
At riiiKlr t-riT-i- a 1 .i.f-...a . .11
. ii 1 1 , i vi 1 1 v 1 1 1 1 mi ijvri
the town to taRe the little guests safely
nome. Miiaegarde stood in the door echo
ing "good-night! good-night!" till all were
out of sight.
And she said, "Oh! it has been the hap
piest day in all my life!" (Copyright, 1909,
"j i - 'j, lo & onepara i u. 1
Sea Terms and What
They Mean
WE are all so familiar with many
of the terms relating to the sea
and to sea life that the origin of
some of the more common ones will un
doubtedly be a surprise to many of us.
For an instance of this, take the word
admiral. How many people think of it
except as a thoroughly English word?
Yet we are Informed that Its origin is In
that last place that- we would expect
namely, the East. It Is derived from
Emir el Bach," which la Arabic for
"Ixrd of the Sea."
There Is hardly a language. It seems.
that has not rendered to the English
tongue its tribute, and this Is vividly il
lustrated In the names of the various
officers of a ship. Our informant tells
us that captain comes direct from the
Latin "caput," a head, but the word mate
owes nothing to any dead language, being
almost Identical with the Icelandic
roati," which means a companion or
equal. The derivation of coxswain would
never be suspected. Originally coxswain
was tho man who pulled the after oar of
the captain's boat, then known as a
cockboat. "Cockboat" Is a corruption of
the word "coracle," and, as many people
know, the coracle is a small round boat
used for fishing on some rivers In Wales,
such as the Wye and Usk. So coxswain
comes to us in fhls interesting way from
tho Welsh. - i
Commodore Is simply the Italian com
mandatore, or commander, and naval
cadet was originally the FVench "cap
det," which, going a step further back-
has the same origin as. the word, cap
tain. The reason or the apparent anom
aly is that all naval cadets were orig
inally younger sons of noble families who
before obtaining their commissions served
as privates.
Ould Ireland.
Julia R. Galloway In Washington D. c. )
f cut.
Thvrs's a ship that rldea at anchor la
harbor by th sea.
Where th restless waves are dancing all
th day;
And I sem to har hr calling, while aba's
Beckoning to me.
"Oh. I'm going "back to Erin, cam awav!'
8o msthlnks that I'll be going with the
setting of the sun.
When she turns her prow again across
th foam,
for my pilgrim daya art ever and my race
Is naarly run.
And I'm longing for ould Ireland, my
noma.
On tha green hanka o' Rtllamay I would
lay me down to reat.
Near the humble little cot where I was
born ;
Whr the modest yellow prlmrosa lifts
nil ii r imiuni crest.
ana ine snowy bloom la resting on the
For I'm aure I'll rest the sweeter when I'm
laid beneath the sod
If I know the
little ahamroek amlles
above.
And T bear upon my bosom when I gs to
That blessed little emblem of his love.
I hope t that you
"We haven't any money,
doubtfully.
Jerry said
"Never rnind that," the old lady said.
"We shall have to charge them."
She went to the door of the shop with
the children and said goodby to thorn
there. The black cat jumped solemnly
out of t!ie. window and sat on her shoul
der, looking at them severely with its
great yellow eyes. When they reached
the corner they looked back at her and
waved their hands and she waved hers
day," the witch said,
will like them."
Some Very Narrow Escapes From Death
NARROW escapes from death are al-l
ways Interesting to read about or
to see on the stage. They are not
so satisfactory to the persons who ex
perience mem, especially. It Is said, be
cause they hannen ton nulciiiv Tw.i,ntu
art assigns a suitable period of suspense.
which enanies the spectator to develop
ana enjoy all the thrills due to a sit
uation, but reality Is
and hurl the fated Individual into catas-
xropne before no can arouse his emo
tions. Of rOIIrKP tVlla trlanr is
- " 1- w til UJlJIUJt U
to the theory of old-fashioned fiction.
........ mm iiuuuii in. a crisis unrolls the
aii mi an extensive career and performs
bleaching onerntlnn on tha iai. i. -
would keep a coiffeuse busy for an hour.
a win Miiaii w-as very busy re
pairing the roof of a small railroad sta
tion, when the cleat against which he
was resting gave- way, and he began
to slide over the edge of the roof. To
vom a spixea iron railing below, he
made a desnerate luinn tNtn - -
express train was rushing by, and the
nan iwiora on a roof of a car. m
lit flu n sr hands fminit unit i , i i, ,.i n
tilator-chlmnev. Ua wa --i
miles to the next station and descended
unhurt. More tragic was the. occurrence,
on a Rockv Mountain rnllrnn -Kn
employes of the Great Northern were
speeding down a precipitous grade on a
ll.ia . . n 11 " .
- i ov ' Miut-a n nour, wnen a
special train confronted tfcem around a
r- j. uere was no avoidance of a
collision. Two Of flu mA 4., -1 J. -
- - ' ' - ii jumjieu lo
death on the rocks below. The others
Biuca to tne car, and one was crushed
by the wheels of-the iitviiuin.
but tho other man was tossed uninjured
miv a- uiump oi ousnes wnicn grew on a
projecting rock 20 feet below the edge
of the cliff. It was the. only safe nlnre
where he could have fallen.
A Dr. Bach was cycling down the pass
near Goschenen, in Switzerland, when his
brake snapped tnd the machine da rted
: . " i - .
0h TlU me;-
How when "THe
.Can 'the H&o I Ay
forward at a terrific speed. At the foot
of the mountain is a bridge spanning a
deep river gorge. The physician tried to
guide his flying machine on the bridge,
but the front wheel struck a side wall,
and he was flung over the parapet. While
falling through the air he caught a chain
hanging from a girder. ' The momentum
of his body, suddenly arrested, nearly
wrenched his grip loose, but he was a
strong man and kept his hold. While
In return. Then thev maH. hi.i.
the park to try the sled.
there was no snow on the ffmnml
and the asphalt walks were as dry as
they could be.
"I don't believe It'll go." Jerry said
as he placed the slod on the ground
at the top of a slope, "but there's no
harm In trying.'
He sat down on the sled and Judith
sat behind him. No sooner did ha lift
his feet from the ground than the sled
started off at a great rate, and they
went so fst down the hill that an old
gentleman who was strolling at the
bottom had barely time to get out of
the way when Jerry shouted at him to
look out. He stood staring: after them
In amazement to see them coasting on
dry land, and he was .too surprised
over It to say a word.
"That's fine!" cried Jerry, highly
pleased, as the sled came to a stop on
the level ground. "Now let's try
whether it will coast uphill."
Both the children were much excited
swinging in midair, suspended over the
raging river and unable to improve his
perilous position, an automobile came
chugging down the pass.- The hapless
man shouted for help, but he could not
be seen from the bridge, and his cries
were drowned by the noise of the motor
and the sound of the river. A few min
utes after the automobile-had passed a
carriage drove across the bridge. Again
he cried out for help, but in vain. The
awful strain on his arms and fingers was
becoming Intolerable, and the doctor was
about to drop into the torrent to an in
evitable death when two peasants came
by and saw him. They flung a noose
over him and pulled him up. He fainted
and was still for a long tlrde.
A father traveling with his young son
on an English railroad last year had a
harrowing Ave minutes. The child was
leaning against the compartment door,
when the door flew open and the young
ster disappeared. The father frantically
Jerked the safety rope, which stopped
the train, and jumped out. He was as
tonished and delighted to see the boy on
his feet, running up the track. But at
that moment an express on the other
track came roaring by, and The engine
knocked the boy down and passed over
him. The farther groaned with horror.
He could not'believe his own eyes when
the train passed on. and the little fellow
jumped up and came pluckily toddling
back. The boy had .no injuries, except
a few cuts. '
About two years ago a small steam
yacht with a pleasure party aboard was
off the outer harbor of New York when
it was run down and capsized by a string
of garbage scows. Of the eight aboard
the yacht four clung to the keel of their
vessel and were picked up: the others
sank and vanished from sight. Among
the latter was a young woman. Miss
Fanny Day. She was reported drowned,
and her family was mourning the tragic
event when she walked in, very much
alive and well. Her escape was extra
ordinary. When the yacht turned over
sv I
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De o'
in "tire Weft
n E s.rfe Eg'p'?
the girl was drawn by suction under
barge and came up in a dark space. A
chain struck against her face, she grasped
it, ana as soon as she could get breath
screamed for help. A lid above was lift
ed and two men pulled her up Into day
light. It happened that a load of gar
bage had been dumped through the bot
tom of the barge at the moment of the
collision, and the young woman, fortu
nately, rose through the open trap Into
at the remarkable qualities of the sled.
Jerry dragged it proudly to the bottom
of a steep path which led up one of
me nms, and they placed themselves
upon It as before. Up it went like
lightning, not only to the top of the
hill, but actually over the top and down
on the other side. They were not pre
pared for this anri 1 . . .1 i 1. ri 1 ,
. . , ' - ' tvHcu iier
doll as they were coiner down
Stop! stop!" she cried In great dis
tress. "I've lost my new doll!"
But It was impossible to stop the
sled, and It turned out that there was
no need of it. for the doll, after rolling
over and over on the path, picked it
self up and came running; down the
hill after them. It came straight to,
Judith and took hold of her skirt, for
all the world as though It had been
alive.
There were never two children more
happy than Jerry and Judith. They
could not thank each other enough for
the beautiful presents that they had
given to each other. As for the family,
they were more than surprised when
the children returned home with the
doll and the sled. Their mother de
clared that she had never seen such a
doll before, and their father, after try
ing a ride on the sled, told them that
he had never owned one like it whe.i
he was a boy, and that they were very
fortunate to have found It.
All the companions who came to their
birthday party were surprised and de
lighted with the two presents. They
never tired of watching the doll run
ning about, dancing and singing, or of
riding uphill on the wonderful sled.
They spent a very happy and busy day
and both agreed that It was the best
birthday they had ever had.
They were as careful as they could ;
be with their toys, but as every one
knows, toys do not last forever. Jerry
Was poaittlnr on t li i.-n , . , . n. :
- - - - u . ii j t juiy
when he accidentally ran Into a tree ;
and broke one of the runners of tho
sled. He had it mended and It was
a good sled after that, but it was
just like any other and he could use it
only when there was snow on the
ground.
As for the doll, a stray dog caught
it one day as it was walking beside
Judith and ran away with it. Before
the dog could be overtaken the doll
was severely injured.
Judith , felt dreadfully about it and
insisted unon rnlnr h.pb . i. , ..i
to see whetner It could be repaired. So
ana jerry went to the place where
they had first seen the black cat in
the window, hut the shop was no longer
there. Instead there was a great sky
scraper that had been built where tin
shop had stood and nobody seemed to
know where the little old lady had
gone. They never were able to find
her after that, and the funny part of
it all was that she never senl a bin
for the, things that the children had
bought.
the chamber. Tho trap immediately
erased again, leaving her in the hold of
the scow, imprisoned In darkness and
iiitn, out safe.
Another narrow escape from drnwntnir
occurred in Dublin. It was a foggy night,
and a cab containing four persons drov
straight into the Alexandra Basin. The
cab happened to fall exactly across tho
mooring came or a ship, the horse oil
one side and the cab on the other. Al
though the passengers were up to their
waists in chilly water and boxed Ilka
rats In a trap, they were safe and wers
soon rescued by a rope at the hands of
the ship's watchman. Only the horse lost
its ' life.
Automobile perils are becoming com
monplace. Some years ago the car of
Mr. C'onklin, a New York lawyer, was
smashed to splinters by an exnress train
but lie himself was carried along on the
front of the engine above the cowcatcher.
Only a few ribs were broken, and he re
covered. Several cases of horses and car
riages going over high cliffs In Kngland
without serious damage aro recorded. A '
Parisian woman doctor once went to call
on a patient at a private hotel and, en
tering a wrong door, which had a patent
catch, found herself trapped In an ele
vator well, with the elevator slowly de
scending on her. No one was In the lift.
She shrieked for help, and finally sank
down on her knees, awaiting death. Tho
concierge heard the cries, rushed out and
topped the machinery when the floor of
the car was w-tthln a foot of the prison
er's head.
A similar experience and a favorite sit
uation of melodramatic authors was that
of a Connecticut farmer who Was cut tine
w-ood with a buzzsaw operated by wind
power. Ho slipped and fell on the car
riage. He could not release himself, and
the relentless machinery drew him ever
closer to the saw until the teeth were
slicing through his clothes. He would
have been sawn in two In another mo
ment If the motor had not ceased w-ork-ing,
owing to a sudden fall in the breeze.
He threw himself off the carriage with
a desperate effort just as the wind fresh
ened and the saw once more made its
gineer's department have been very
swift revolutions. Strand Magazine.
Tho
Flirty Little Fingers.
T. A. Daly. In Catholic Standard.
From the moment he could stand alone and
toddle
Across the bedroom floor from chair to
clwir.
There waa never any respite for his mother;
He was getting Into mischief everywhere.
There were someraaulta distracting down the
stairway.
And tumbles off the anfa, to be sure.
And the bumps he got were really quite
terrific.
But none a mother's kissea couldn't cure.
He'd a most plebeian fondness for the
kitchen
Whoae precincts were hia favorite retreat.
And the coal hod held fur him a fascina
tion. For he aeemed to think its contents good
to eat
But the thing that caused his mother's
greatest worry.
And made her ply her house-cloth o'er
and o'er.
Was his subaequent. invasion of the parlor.
With his grimy little fingers on the door.
How the whiteness of the paint was dese
crated By those dirty little digits every day; .
Though his weary mother wept anJ begged
and scolded.
He pursued the even tenor of his way.
Jt was evident that he w-as only happv
Wher. hla fingers held their share and
more of dirt.
And the only thing he loathed was. soap
and water.
And O. my goodness gracious! how that
hurt
But It hurts us now to contemplate the
cleanness
Of everything about this quel place:
All the fingermarks that used to mar the
woodwork
Have disappeared nor left the slightest
tracer
For the last of them were wiped away last
Sumirier,
Olad Hummer that is gone for evermore'
We are lonely. Lord, and hungering to see
him.
With his grimy Uttle fingers on the door.