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Plofnjra (Cnot inler nree iem Chief Iniowlind Wolf
rRA; I'm afralch we're too
poor to have a Christmas tree
this year. You see, everything
' cost such a lot, and now that papa 1
" (one, we have to save our pennies."
The little girl struggled to suppress a
C"Jsgh, which wanted to come, oh, SO
gladly! And" she turned away ao that
t ( mother might not see the tears welling
tn the brave blue eyes. She mustn't let
in.
r.. K "DRAGGED IT ALONG THE ROAD"
mother know that she minded the least
, t
- But Myra really couldn't help Vnlnd,
-' try as aba would. And when, ogjehrlst-
tnas Eve, she was retumlrrir from an
f : r . rrand to the store In town, she thought
. - of the very simple preparations lor
Christmas in her home, and that cough
- was dangerously near a sob.
Then she heard the sound of wagon
. wheels. Soon Mr. Rhodes drove round
- a -bend In the road in front of her and
C i jrreeted her with a kindly shout. Long
before she could pierce the dusk with
r- Jier eyes, she knew that the heavy load
J upon the big wagon was of Christmas
(T. trees, neatly roped together and piled
M In a great heap, for the fragrant odor
: of fir penetrated the cold, sharp air.
ES." Billy went on, " 'Snowball'
'n I are goin' to sled this even
In on Rutrar'B Hill."
In reply, to my question, he explained
scornfully: "Naw, Snowball' ain't no
name of a dog or a cat, or a mule, for
that matter, either. It's a boy. In fac,
it'., our pertlculer pet name for Joe
Stanton. And it was me who give It to
'im. The thing happened this way
and Jt was on Sugar's Hill, too.
"Tub see, one day last January me
and Joe was sleaaln' down the hill. Joe
had Jus' pulled up from the bottom, and
I was about to take a hopper down.
w r m T V U2 I JA, x (it ai i a4ui a
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Y 'il are goin' to sled this even- T JldJ
I f" name of a dog or a cat, or a mule, for otf"
f when, all of a suddlnt, I got a awful
i;" ,fcang on the ear. The snow was meltin'
-and the snowball that Joe had hit me
'. J. with was good 'n hard, I kin tell you.
-! "I was mighty quick gettin' after Joe.
nut Joe was even quicker gettin" 'way
, from me. Right down the other side
, of the hill he skipped, with me a-goln'
, Xull tilt after. But the other side o' the
t", top he slipped and begun to roll. Say
!j jlie didn't turn! I couldn't tell is legs
trora 'is arms and 'is head. The snow
was stlckln' like sixty, too, so's Joe
-oo t collected heaps of it on him.
Troubles Ambite lar
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QLY for naught had L., all the plans of this little pear, whose ambi
tions were to be something greater than a common drawing on a
.mate. Ly the aid of rnagie, it had been changed into birds and fish and
animals, but always had it come to grief. -
. , "li I can only become a human being," thought the pear, "my troubles
And immediately the pear DID become a Farmer Man, but, alas! a
man who had no other ambition than to draw pictures of pears on a slate.
But the Farmer Man is not such a bad sort of person, after all Tie
goin to, continue the drawing lessons which Polly Evans has been giv
jr.g with the help of the Ambitious Pear. And before long several more
of these lessons will appear-ones that little girls and boys will have no
trouble in copying in their drawing books.
came a strange tugging at her
and her "cough" seemed more
like a sob than ever, but she responded
cheerily:
Good evening. Mr, Rhodes, and a
Merry Christmas to you!"
Hearing a thump upon the roadway,
she faced about, to see that one of the
Christmas trees had rolled from the
wagon.
"Oh. Mr. Rhodes!" she cried. But the
wagon was fast retreating amid a rat
tle and clatter, so that the man did not
hear.
For a moment Just a moment, mtnd
you! Myra was tempted. She lived
nnly a few rods distant, you know; it
would have been an easy matter to drag
the tree home, and no one would
be the wiser. A feeling of chame, how
ever, succeeded the thought. No. Mr.
Rhodes must certainly have his tree
back.
"If he doesn't sell it this evening, he
won't sell it at all," thought she.
So the tiny miss, without more ado.
seized the branches of the little tree and
dragged it back over the way she had
come. It was at least a half mile to
Mr. Rhodes' store in town, so that it
was a weary little girl who dropped
her burden before the astonished Mr.
Rhodes.
"You're a --rood girl. Myra, and
thoughtful," said the man. when Myra
had explained. "By the way, are you
going to have a tree?"
"No." I guess not," said the wee lass,
rubbing the mist from her eyes.
"Weil, I say you ARE." was the stout
reply of the kind Mr. Rhodes. "I'm go
ing to send Jim around this evening
with the biggest one. I have left," added
he.
Mr. Rhodes was as good as his word.
A few hours later Myra's heart over
flowed with Joy as she looked upon a
tree gleaming with all the gilt and tin
sel of last year's trimmings.
"Well, when I finally caught up to Joe
he looked like one big snowball, out o'
which stuck a head and arms and legs.
It most killed me with laughln'! Goh!
but I'd uh had a dandy chance to punch
Joe's head then, but my laughln' had
chased all the madness away, and, after
awhile. I helped pry Joe out.
"After that the name of 'Snowball'
etiick like the snow that once covered
Joe. He doesn't like it much, neith.
'Deed, you can't blame him. 'cause i
a awful name for a feller to have. in'fs -
it?"
6T-NOPSI3 OP PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS.
A Ronald Buelow, a lad of 14. Is In poor
health. h Is Invited br his Uncle Hubert
to atnd torn tlms la Nova Scotia. Ths
hoy's mother consents, and Ronald departs
from New York, accompanied by his sister
Florence. Together with Cousin Dovflas,
they pui several delightful days, at the
end of whloh time Florence returns home
and bougiu leaves for hie school. In Hal
ifax. Meanwhile. Uncle Hubert has taken
Ronald away with him upon a hunting- and
fishing trip In the wilds of Nova Scoria.
Cainp Howling- Wolf la established. Here
he learns much of woodcraft. His uncle
teaches him the mysteries of trout fishing.
Then Douglas Joins them for a day's shoot
ing of woodcock and snipe. Not so very
lone afterward Uncle Hubert kills a bear
tn a thrilling hunt.
(CONTINUED FROM LAST SUNDAY.)
CHAPTER VII
ON THE TRAIL OF THE MOOSE.
S"
EVERAL weeks of winter had gone
by, but still the- hunters lingered
in the 'wilderness. They had to
send the guide to Uncle Hubert's
cottage for warmer clothing. This,
however, was all that was needed for
comfort. Inasmuch as roaring fires could
be made within the cozy log cabin, and
plenty of exercise was to be had out
of doors during the day.
Upon a certain afternoon, when a
heavy covering of snow lay on the
ground, there came a sleet, followed by
warmer weather and a slight fall of
rain. Then the wind veered to the
north, bringing with It a piercing cold.
The result was that soon a gleaming
cloak of Ice was spread over the land
scape. The reflected light of the sun,
glowing crimson in its setting. Imparted
a flaming brilliance to the Icy, gem-in-crusted
surfaces.
When next morning arrived the hunt
ers found that no longer were the skies
somber and dull as in the winter weeks
preceding. Instead, the air was clear
and yet not so cold as to cause Intense
discomfort
"Want go moose hunting? Yard not
far away," grunted John, the Micmac
Indian guide, at breakfast time.
"Oh, let's do, uncle!" cried Ronald,
his eyes shining with anticipation.
Uncle Hubert could not refuse Ron
ald's appeal, although he feared tha
unt might tax the strength of the lad.
I' n hour later the party, including
Uncle Hubert. Ronald. John and Peter.
had donned their snowshoes, laced with
caribou skin, and -were on their way
toward the moose "yard." which John
II bout
YOUR dolly, of course, was called
Into being by some winsome fairy
or by good old Santa Claus.
There's no doubt of it. But long, long
ago, the demands, of the Little People
for dollies grew so in number that
Santy threw up his hands in despair.
Then the Grown-ups of the world came
to the rescue, and thousands and thou
sands of dollies they made and gave to
Santa Claus. There was no other way
out of the difficulty, you know, for on
Earth the Little People reign .supreme.
They wanted doll babies; so they must
have them, whether mere Grown Folk
liked it or not.
And now all over the world you find
dollies being made. In the far North,
amid perpetual ice and snow, the little
Laplander and the Esquimaux play
with cunning dollies dressed in wes,
furry garments: In southern Africa,
Australia and the southernmost isles of
the Pacific other little girls fondle dol
lies Just as lovingly; while in every
clime between Princess Dolly holds her
sway. Indeed, big factories for mak
ing dolls are run busily in Germany,
France, Russia, Austria - Hungary,
America, and even in Japan. Govern
ments realize how very Important the
needs of the Little Folk are, so that in
Germany and Russia schools have been
established not for the teaching of
such trifling studies as reading, 'rittng
and 'rlthmetic, but to teach people how
to make dollies that will satisfy the
most critical among the Little People.
The district of Thuringla, in Germany,
has best earned the name of Toyland.
In Sonneberg and Neustadt, where is
the center of the industry, doll-making
has been carried on for hundreds and
hundreds of years1. Naturally, there Is
a great difference between the rough,
rudely carved dolly turned out centuries
ago and the well-formed, nicely jointed
doll of today. Many Improvements were
made during tha nineteenth century.
In place of the straight arms and legs.
THE MOOSE AT BAY
said be had. found about three miles
beyond.
"When the snow falls very heavily,"
explained Uncle Hubert, "the moose Is
unable to travel with ease. So a band
of them usually gathers in the hollow of
some protected hillside, where they may ,
feed upon the sprigs and tips of maple,
mountain ash, witherod, moosewood,
white hazel and other deciduous trees.
The moose always travel in single- file
through these yards, one of which may
be half a mile square, so that you will
find the tracts interlaced with narrow
paths."
Presently the hunters came upon
the yard, approaching with the great
est caution, for even during feeding
time the deer is exceedingly wary.
They feed from daybreak until about
II o'clock, then rest until about 3 or
4 o'clock, when again, they browse.
But at the slightest noise of twigs
breaking or snow crackling under
foot, or if they gain one smell of
tainted air, away they speed, rarely .
topping until about thirty miles
have been covered. v
JOHN FINDS A MOOSE TRAIL
However, the yards were deserted,
although John, after examining sev
eral of the saplings which had been
sadly mutilated and the tracks of the
moose. Insisted that they had de
parted quite recently. Afl3 a few
minutes, later he pointed out the
tracks of a great bull moose, which
he declared to have been made within
the last few hours.
Taking up the trail, the Indian fol
lowed It tirelessly. It seemed that
the moose had been In no great
hurry. He had immediately proceed
ed from the yard into a forest of
black pine, through which he had
traveled slowly, feeding by the way.
At last, when two miles had been
swiftly traveled, the Indian ex
claimed: "Moose know hunters. Goes faster."
attached to the doll's body at hips and
shoulders, properly Jointed limbs were
introduced; finer material Was used for
the hair, and even talking dolls were
Invented, while special attention came
to be given to her ladyship's wardrobe.
Let us glance through one of the prin
cipal doll factories of Sonneberg the
Samhammer establishment where mill
ions of dolls are turned out each year
and sent chiefly to America and to Lon
don. All kinds of dollies are made here:
wax (though comparatively few), com
position (papier-mache, porcelain, etc.),
rag. Jointed, talking, and so on. The
separate parts of the dolls are made
either in small factories or the homes
of workers, and then all put together
in the large factory. One man will
make only hands, another heads and
another forearms. Sometimes the com
position of which the heads are made
is prepared by home workers and
moulded Into shape In the factory. Usu
ally the faces are made of a composi
tion which is both unbreakable and
washable, while some of the limbs are
of composition, and others1 of wood '
cleverly turned Into shape. Of various
materials are the bodies made, the best
Polly I
The prints of the comparatively
mall hoofs stretched farther and
farther apart, bearing out the In
dian's statement.
"His hoofs are so sharp that they
cut right through this crust," said
Uncle Hubert; "otherwise we would
stand not the ghost of a chance to
catch up with him."
Indeed, after a while they saw
splotches of blood on the snow, where
the sharp, Icy crust had cut Into the
hocks of the animal. Soon after this
the tracks led to a stream, uncov
ered by Ice, along which the wily
moose had apparently traveled some
distance. John, at hazard, went some
distance upstream, and was rewarded
by finding the tracks of the moose on
the other side. For another half hour
the party went steadily onward. Sud
denly the hoofprlnts turned from the
forest and led straight across a broad
expanse of a frozen lake surface.
THEY CROSS THE LAKE
While the party -were unfastening
their snowshoes, in order to run the
better with their moccasins, Peter
breathed Into Ronald's ear:
"Generally speakln', the moose won't
go across Ice, because It slips so bad
ly, but I s'pose its hocks are cut so
badly that It wants to get rid of the
pain."
When the lake was crossed the way
led to a tract of "barren," covered
with small shrubs and great boulders.
Uncle Hubert pointed to the marks of
the moose's teeth by the side of the
trail.
"The moose only stops to take a
mouthful of snow when he's badly
pushed," said he.
Presently they were encouraged by
the sight of the animal itself. Stand
ing close against a high cliff, with
raised antlers and steaming breath,
he bade defiance to his pursuers.
He was a magnificent animal, and
he presented such a noble appearance
that' Honald for a moment regretted
the shot from Uncle Hubert's rifle
which sent the beast crashing1 to the'
earth.
The moose measured at least eight
feet In height to the shoulder, and
his antlers spread nearly five feet,
weighing, so Uncle Hubert said, about
seventy pounds, while the moose it
self he Imagined must weigh over
three-quarters of a ton.
After cutting off the kntlers and
what other parts of the carcass Uncle
Hubert said they would need, the
party, weary but exultant, retraced
their steps toward camp.
(CONCLUDED NEXT SUNDAY.)
ctories
being covered with kid and stuffed with
wool. Cheaper ones are covered with
linen and stuffed with wood-wool or
hay. Women make the hair, using
chiefly mohair; they design and make
the frocks and coats; and little girl ap
prentices are often employed to dress
the dollies.
Scattered through the forest about
Sonneberg are Innumerable tiny wooden
houses, themselves resembling toys.
Here many Grown Folk labor Industri
ously, for they must pay a toll of 8000
dolls a day which the Little People
have demanded. And to watch these
workers there are thousands of the Lit
tle Folk's representatives sturdy, rosy
cheeked boys In clattering wooden shoes
and yellow-hatred little girls. These
boys and girls are very stern in their
supervision, mind you. For, If they ex
amine a doll and find It stupid looking
and not at all nice, the Man-Worker is
told about It pretty quickly, and has to
do it over, too. Oh, these same rosy
cheeked little girls know everything
there is to know about dollies. They
will tell you that dolly Is never alive
while she Is In a factory or a shop or
a ' store only when she becomes the
property of her mistress and that the
beat way to make a dolly REALLY
alive is to whisper a little magic rhyme,
which you may be able to persuade ner
to tell you, if you'll promise to keep it
a secret.
Wagons travel through the forest once
a week, collect the dolls and take them
to a market city. - Twice a year there is
held at Lelpsio a great doll fair, which
lasts ten days. Realizing how very
proud and haughty the dollies are, the
Grown-ups have erected large build
ings for their comfort, and here reside
for a time dollies made in all part of
Germany. Merchant Men from different
countries visit the exhibition, and -look -carefully
over the dollies, with a view
to selecting those - which will best
please their Little People at home.
(CONCLUDED NEXT SUNDAY.)
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ALONE in tha room with his Christ
mas tree,
Blllleboy's searching glance roved
free
. Over each toy and ornament;
And a feeling of Joy and deep content
Arose as he saw each treasure theje
His sled and his horn and a Teddy bear.
An engine that traveled with a scream
and roar.
When you wound it, across from door
to door.
Revealed by the rays of the candlelight.
Baubles of wonderful hues gleamed
bright
Upon the Christmas tree;
Quickly he raised his eyes to see
What strange, funny manikin It could
be
Perching above on the topmost twig.
And Blllleboy's eyes grew round and
big
As the queer little elfin sprite,
Grinning so broadly In roguish de
light. Tickled Immensely at Blllleboy's
fright.
Shrilled in a tone uncanny quite:
"The Spirit of Dancing am I, am I
To prove It I'll certainly try, I'll
try."
TRw Shnstmas lifliMS
TOWSER already had eaten a nice
Christmas dinner, but hardly an
hour had passed before he was
ready for another. He knew wtiere he
could get another, too. Hadn't he seen
a plump turkey which cook had laid on
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"A PLUMP TURKEY"
the wiudowsill of the pantry T The
trouble was, however, that if he got
THAT turkey he would also get a beat
ing, and cook's beatings weren't very
pleasant.
How should he go about stealing the
TICKED SNIP UP"
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turkey and avoid, a whipping at the
same time 7 Ah, there was little Snip,
quietly sleeping on the bench below the
window. Without further hesitation.
Towser leaped upon the sill and
dragged the turkey to a place of safety
TOWSER RAN AWAY
that Is, where it would be safe for
HIM. And In another Instant he had
pleked Snip up by the scruff of the
neck and -had placed! him beside tha
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The slf disappeared In tha time of m
And Billieboy only could ponder, and
think
The manikin only a dream
A nightmare It surely would seem.
Ho took down the drum, through which
the elf flopped,
And right down beside it he suddenly,
dropped
To play a brisk rub-a-dub,
To roll out a rub-a-dub-dub;
When, lo and behold l at the stirring
sound
The soldiers and Noah's ark beasts
came round,
And they merrily danced a Jig
Yes, a woodeny, rlcketty Jig.
"Oh, a magical drum have I, have I!"
But hardly did Billieboy utter the cry
Than an elfin face popped from the
head of the drum
And silenced the ippitty-lppitty-ffum.
"The Spirit of Dancing am I, am I;
Away from here quickly I fly, I fly!'
The elf sped away with this partial
gay.
Now soldiers and Noah's ark beasts all
stay
Woodeny quiet should Billieboy plajr
A Jig on his magical drum today.
empty platter where the turkey had
lain.
Now Snip had also eaten a great, big
dinner, but when there was beside him
such delicious drippings from the tur
key he could not help licking the dish.
"PULLED DOWN THE FOWL"
He was licking his chops In thankful
ness for such a splendid dessert, when
cook came upon htm. Cook ought to
have known that such a tiny puppy
could never In the world have eaten an
immense turkey. But cook didn't stop
"BESIDE THE PLATTER"
to think. She simply Imagined that
Snip had stolen the turkey. So she beat
him untij the puppy cried and whim
pered In pain.
Meanwhile, as Towser devoured the
turkey in his hiding place, he chuckled
"SHE BEAT THE PUPPY"
In glee 'at th sounds of the punishment
he had 1 brought upon poor, , Innocent
Snip. .. . . . ,
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