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THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL. PORTLAND. SUNDAY WORKING. AUGUST; 16, 1905
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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
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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
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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-
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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
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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
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"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."
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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
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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.
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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- . - .