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4 THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL. PORTLAND. SUNDAY WORKING. AUGUST; 16, 1905 Id Soe: of tho Towoi - - .I .11 I . .. i i f : 1 , . ' : . S' ' INCE thy bad left their own coun try, the little colony of Albane'e were very harpy in Sicily. I'pon "this island, washed by the blue Medi terranean, and plentifully adorned with trees and flowers .uiJ verdure, nature ' visited her happiest mood. So the Al banese divided their time between gai Ing at ralnbow-tlnt-i sky and the beau ' ties of land and aea and their work. Happy, but not too .ndustrlous, were they. After a While", however, affliction tame upon one household. The father and mother died, and a little daughter was left all alone. Robbia, for that was her name, went to llva with an aunt. Here ahe was' treated unkindly, al though she worked Just as hard as ever h could and was very good and obe dient. ' One flay, Robbta was returning from the fountain with a Jar of water balanced upon her head, she stumbled : HSafcllr. ROBBIA A GAIN BREAKS HER PITCHER In the roadway. Down crashed the pitcher! Robbia looked - helplessly, upon the wreck, and then ran afTrightedly to ! the cottage where dwelt Mother. Flavla, an old friend of Robbla's parents. Often tha little girl would slip away to Moth er Flavla for comfort. To the good woman aha cow rait with her tale of woe." jji( Mother Flavla tried to soothe Rob bia, but the lass declared between sobs that she wouldn't dare go back and tell her cruel aunt about tha accident. 80 the generous friend lent Robbia a pitcher to replace that which was brok en. Drying her tears and assuring Mother Flavla that she would ever be grateful Robbia again proceeded to the fountain. She stood on tbn ledge which ran along the base of the marble fountain, while she dipped the great Jar into tha eool waters- Suddenly there came a rough push from behind, the pitcher ' dropped from her hands and Robbia was again in trouble. Before she could gather her wits, the guilty person had disappeared. Now frightened even too much to weep, she plodded stupidly toward her aunt's house, where; she was. sure she would bt severely punished. ; But just as she wai passing- by a tree near the roadside she neard a crashing and a snapping of branches. Then she Si .TK- a 11 1 1 1 1 C it R R R - GRR whirred the p h onograph. as It first does when . aet a-runnlng. ' But no one had started it. And, as phonographs usually don't play of ; their own accord, Billieboy Jumped With astonishment. "BUlleboy! Billieboy! Come here. toy Billieboy!" some one ssng. Then Billieboy whistled. It was so " gtrange. He didn't know father pos sessed a record for such a song and " ' V w 111, V I . I i talnjy belonged to the phonography BUlleboy drew nearer to investigate. He rubbed his eyes, blinked and looked hard. It couldn't be yes, it urely was! the funniest little man ikin imaginable. He must have been an elf lost from a fairy tale, this tiny fellow, who. with the skill of a fly promenading on the celling, careless- 1 i J'i '- .1, t am or His rorxiEST MAxirix Wine !nw a email boy hurtle through tha limbs, screaming In wild terror. Rob bia hastened c his side, as he lay upon the ground, apparently much hurt. 8ha then saw it was Krancesco, the little son of Mother Flavla. "Francesco! Krancesco! Spenk to mcl" jihe cried to the boy. as he lay thera pale and still. But Francesco did not seem to hear; so- she took him by tha arms, and half supporting, half drag ging him, tolled along the path leading " to the little fellow's home. Mother Flavla was greatly alarmed when Robbia entered the house with her burden. Under her skilful hands, how ever, it did not take long for Francesco to regain conciousness. "Now tell me how It all happened." demanded Mother Flavla, when tney were able to rest for a moment. Robbia described how Francesco had fallen from the- tree and how she had dragged him thither. "And, oh! Mother Flavla," she added, tn a trembling voice. "I broke the pitcher you lent me!" Before the woman could reply little Francesco opened his eyes, and whis pered: "It was I who broke the pitcher, mother. I sneaked up behind her and pushed her so that It fell from her hands. And then I ran away to hide In the tree." "Well, well, don't worry, my chil dren," said the good woman. "I shall present Robbia with a pitcher for her very own. She certainly deserves It for taking care of you, Francesco." And as the new water Jar was much nicer than the one first broken, Robbla'a aunt did not even scold the little girl. Seeing Things Under Water TO OBSERVE closely the many beautiful forms of plant and animal lifo growing under water, it is only necessary for you to make use of a water box. This box is of half, inch pine, from fifteen to twenty inches long, by five or six Inches square. One end has handles and is open, the other has window glass let in and puttied tight, so that the water can not leak through. In putting together the four wooden bides of the box, nail the three sides together and whittle grooves so that you can slip the square of window glass into them at the end before the fourth side is put on. Of course In using the box, grasp it by the han dles, and placing tha end covered with glass beneath the surface of the water, look through the box. You will see very clearly everything In the water provided It is not too muddy. bonograph ly held footing Inside the phonograph horn. "Don't stare so. Billieboy; It's Im polite," said the manikin, In a thin, rasping voice. "You ought to say something especially nice. Inasmuch as you've been forcing my acquaint ance for the last six months." "Forcing your acquaintance!" gasped Billieboy. "Well, haven't you been squinting Into the horn whenever you've had the chance, and haven't you been longing to find out where the sound comes from?" sharply retorted, the elf. "Of course you have. And since you've gazed so. much at the outside of my home, I've decided to let you see the inside. As for the sound. If you weren't so Ignorant you'd know It is I, the Imp of the Phonograph, who makes it. But come, there's lots to see and not a deal of time in which to see it" . y .Thereupon the Imp turned. as though expecting Billieboy to follow. "What's the matter now?" he de manded, when he saw the' boy made no movement. ' "How can I crawl Into such a little placet" asked the bewildered Billie boy. The Imp breathed hard and seemed about to utter some very wicked word a "Well, of all the helpless creatures he finally managed to sputter. "If you feel aa small as you really ought to feel, yon won't have the least dif ficulty In getting into tnj home. Sea here, don't you feel rery small and measly T" Billieboy, much embarrassed, shift ed tola wtght from one foot to tha ether. Tea, I s'pot o. ba mut tera. And so sooner was this spok es than ba shrank and shrank until he, was evea tinier thaa tha alt FatTaeaUly. there waa a chair be Ada the tabla (poi which the pho nograph rested. Up, this BUIteboy warmad, until b was aa, a level 1 III EV'RYBODY'S fond of camping. 'Mongr us fellers here In town; Ev'ry year we go a-tramplng Eoon as summer comes aroun'. Voices from the forest call us Make us long to get away; An' the streets of town appall us Bo we feel we cannot stay. TOO ALTHOUGH baby was as bright and cheerful a tot as ever lived, she was very vain of herself and her dresses. She owned ever so many pretty frocks, and was always teasing for more. So that when one afternoon a wagon brought " a mysterious box to the house and the box. when opened, displayed the daintiest ktnd of a baby's dress, all light and fluffy and with pretty ribbons, baby danced In glea. But her Joy turned to grief w'.ien sha found the dress too long for her. "I think we can make it fit her," said the mother, after they had inspected the frock upon baby. Late that afternoon grandma hap pened to see .the dress lying upon a chair. "I shall fix It for the little prrri Imp 9 fintorfaim ' jf r- a j tJJJj - "6ANQ MUSICALLY with the horn. The Imp grasped his arm and pulled him a. on the slip pery sarface, while BUlleboy felt aa though he were a fly being dragged Into a spider's den. At e-ery step the way grew mora narrow, until the Imp pushed open a little round door at tht end of the passage, and the two stumbled Into a cosy little room. Billieboy looked around him In arraitetacnt. The apartment sremed to be fitted op as a library. Boek ab.Ives ran all about th. room, but, aa the Imp shortly explained, the li brary, for the moat part, consisted of volumes of mus'o. "Would yea mind telling me what that is fort asked the lad. point! ta a kraao fob which extended from . tha wtll and at-the an4 ef which was i-itra with a targe, f.st bU. "Why, yea aea," exclaimed the Imp, Up the mountain side we're trudging. Each one with his little pack. An we're sure we won't be budging From our camp 'til winter's back. Things are fine at the beginning All the fellers full of fun; Even cook some praise Is winning Though the pancakes aren't "done." Nqw MANY PERSONS "FIX" BABY'S DRESS . angel," said she. Bringing her sewing basket she deftly cut and stitched and hemmed. After she had finished grand ma left home to pay a visit to a neigh bor After dinner baby's mother picked up the dress, saying to herself: "I think I shall now fix baby's dress bo that it will be ready for her to wear tomorrow." Then she cut the dress off at the bot tom and at the sleeves. Baby's aunt rose early next morning. As she passed through the sewing room she saw the new dress. 1 "Baby will be disappointed if her new dress isn't ready today. I thlnltf I'll fix it now." More was cut off the dress, the aunt finishing before any of the other mem bers of the family came downstairs. INTO THE HORN" "as soon as any one places a record on the phonograph, I receive the mes sage through this horn. Then I take down from the shelf the music book In which tha song Is written and ing Into the bora. This is what you people bear." "My. you must know a lot about music" gasped Billieboy. Tha Imp amlled modestly aa he re plied: "That's my business, and I share to, you know. Tea. I can make a noise like a whole orchestra, er I caa slag duets and qaartets with myself quite easily. I know all the tunas ao well that I really don't have much need of music eeorea. hat I always take dowa the book, anyway, ta case my -am-ary sbeall happen ta fail ma." At Cili moment aa ominous baxxlng eame fram tha hart. Ranatag eutrtt ly ta it. the Imp listeaed a mo meat. But at last we start a-plnlng For the plea that mother bakes; Though out loud we don't go whining. Still we dream of mother's cakea Strange, how first you are a-yearnlng For a place uncivilized; Funny, how you're soon returning To the comforts you despised. FQSS The first thing baby said when sha arose in the morning was: "Where's my pltty new dress." The dress was brought promptly, and mother, grandmother and aunt gathered round to observe how delighted baby would be. You can Imagine their surprise when they saw the dress was now so small that baby looked ridiculous. "I can't understand It!" gasped grand ma. "I took the greatest care in cut ting." "You did-?-' cried the aunt. "Why, I fixed it myself only a few hours ago!" "And I sewed upon It last evening," added baby's mother. It was all so comleal that the three looked at one another and laughed. Baby didn't laugh, however. She knew the pretty frock was spoiled. Then he hastily grabbed a book'from the shelf and soon was singing, very musically, a selection from "II Tro vatore." "Great! Great!" cried Billieboy, en thusiastically, when the Imp had fin ished. "Hush! You mustn't talk so loud, or they'll hear you outside,'"' cau tioned the Imp. , "Though I know some people would probably think It part of the music," he added, with a sarcastic smile. "But say, Billieboy, I don't want to isend you away. Don't you think, however, that you'd better get back before your folks discover your ab sence. You know, thec'll think It t strange if you're not around when the phonograph begins to play. You al ways are." The lad agreed with his friend, and soon they were crawling toward the mouth of the gTeat horn. Billieboy said good-bye with much regret, and prpmlsed to visit the Imp often. Then he slid down the back of the chair to the carpet. An Instant and he was the size of the former Billieboy. x Thereafter, when BUlleboy heard the sounds coming from the phono grsph his eyes no longer grew big with wonder. Instead, he smiled a knowing smile that greatly pussled every one. But THEY knew noth ing about the Imp of the Phono graph. A Simple Microscope r F YOU have seed f the enlarge ment ot writing which la small and Illegible, or if you desire to Increase the slse of any other object why not make your own microacopat Cut eut a piece of thia cardboard. Ink one aide of this until It la entire- ' ly black. Make a pinhole la tha can ter af tha sheet. Looking through thia pinhole, yoa win be surprised to lern what a gf mfcerascope you have maaafaa- , tared. im Hire bey w HT do we call b'm 'Old 800 T remarked tha warden of tha Tower of London. "Well. Boo' Is short for 'Bocratee and tha old duffer ! so "wise that nothing else seems to fit. "Not but what ha hasn't bad plenty ot time to Jearn. Ha was tha pet at tha ' Tower long befora I was appointed war den, and ha must be at laaat 80 years old. They live to ba 100, you know." Tha warden looked affectionately at the splendid raven, who measured fully two feet. His once glossy, bluish-black , bird to where the ex-Tvarden lay wound plumage waa somewhat dulled, now, but ed. "", 1 "OLD SOC FED he was a spry old bird for one SO years old. Old Soc croaked his gratitude for the tidbit which the warden passed to him and the man, gasing reflectively at the bird, continued: "The old fellow could tell many an Interesting story. If he chose. And he wen deserves his reputation for Intel ligence. "Whan the warden before me was re tired betjause of age, he moved -out to a little place In the country. Old aoo had become so attached to him that he went along with his master. Well it was for the man, tod. "He liked to be busy, the ex-warden did. And he pottered 'round as much as he was able to, even going on little tramps with his gun, always taking the raven along with him, of course. "Upon one of these' occasions no one TboM "CAME TO MR. MONGOOSE'S HOME" i ry-HEY say that Mr. Mongoose is a " I sly old fellow," murmured Mr. Solenodon to himself; "but I'll wager I can outwit him without half trying." Skirting the edge of the wood. Mr. Solenodon came to the door of the mongoose's home and rapped vigor ously upon it. Mr. Mongoose came to the door him self. He rather liked the appearance of his visitor, although the long snout, with nostrils upon each side, looked rather Inquisitive, and Mr. Mongoose, tlng very Inquisitive himself, didn't like other people to possess thu quality. , Besides, the newcomer had a -tail entirely naked of fur, which looked perfectly hide ous. But he had beautiful, long fur, tawny above and light brown under neath the body, and hla great claw Inspired respect. The solenodon bowed politely, as he aid: "My name la M$. Solenodon. Al though I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before, I presume you are Mr. Mongoosa" As the mongoose nodded hla head, the solenodon continued: "Could you ba ao kind as to per mit me to rest awhile la your com fortable little borne T 2 am quite weary of traveling." "Certainly, sir," rejoined tha mon goose, "rest aa long as yon Ilka." He hospitably gave Mr. Soleaodoa a place at his board and pat befora him a nice dish at Insecta . While the solenodon was enjoying this repast, be told himself that sow was an opportunity to try hla wit tapon tha host "Mr. Mengooaa." sail be, mfM yea tell ma why a grtat Clear ver knew how It happened-the old man had an. accident with his gun. Dis charged It. and shot himself, you know. Pretty badly hurt he was, too. But Boo was wise enough to aea that help was needed. After hovering about his mas ter for a minute, he flew rapidly toward the nearest house. All the folks 'round thera knew the , ex-warden. Bo they naturally were acquainted with the blrq. who wag never separated from tha muK. Feellng sure something was wrong, they permitted themselves to be guided by tha BY THE WARDEN "The old man grew somewhat better, but he never fully recovered. When he died, they say the raven almost died, too. He grieved and moped, and wouldn't eat anything. Then he seemed to remember his old home at the Tower. To our surprise, he dropped in upon us one day. Just as though he had never left, and he's been here ever since. Funny thing about It Is that he aeema to like only people isn't fond of birde at all. Must have been badly treated by his own folk, many, years ago, I s'pose, and hasn't forgotten it." Old Soc, who had been gravely listen ing, with hia head turned slightly to one side, now gave a fluttering Jump to cap ture the last morsel of food from the warden. Then he nodded his head, as though bowing, and strutted with great dignity toward the building. "Knowing old bird!" commented the warden, and we agreed with him. opgooses victim The mongoose wrinkled his browe thoughtfully. "I don't Just know." he replied, "unless It be to get where he wants to go." "No," said the solenodon, "that Isn't why. Would you like to know the correct reason?" "Indeed, I would," answered f.he mongoose, much interested. "Well," chuckled the solenodon. "a gnat files for the same reason that some folks are geese. Ila! ha! ha!" "Um," grunted the mongoose, look ing quietly at the solenodon. "I sup pose that Is very funny. But I should like to know If you place me among 'some people' " "Well, you are part of a goose, aren't you?" returned the solenodon. laughing at his own Joke. "Yea and you are a whole goose!" cried the mongoose, leaping upon hit visitor and tearing him limb from limb. Ever since that time the mongoosa has hated the solenodon, and so ef fectively has ha fought against hlra that few solenodona. are now alive. The one shown In the picture, a na tive of Haiti, is an exceedingly rare specimen. How Dog- Eectired Their Xames. The apanlel I ao called because tha original breed came from Spain. The spits dog received its stmt because of ita sharp aose. "spits." ta German. tBeaaiag "sharp point." . Another funny dog is known as a dachshund because that ward la G-r-man means "bt4r" dog."- aad tha dachshund was first employed far drawing bedgera. Fnx terriers ware so etml bacaasa fa England- they ware asd ta huat foxea. r- . - .
