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Admirer Mary, Mary, dainty fairy,
How sweet your flowers grow!
Mary Because with loving, faithful care
I tend to them,
Cynthia's
ARGARET HARD
ING and Cynthia
Mailer were set
tling down In their
private sitting
room at college
for an average
evening together.
They were Just
two ordinary girl,
both of them, al
though Margaret
had at one time
associated m o t
with that portion
of the pupils of the
college who really
considered them
selves highbrows.
Margaret was not
cleve? enough to see at once the trite-
Bess and superficial nature i m"
marks and criticisms with which they
tried to overwhelm her, and she naa
Clung adoringly to them.
It was only when Cynthia, big. clum
py, honest, good-looking Cynthia, came
to be her roommate from back home
that she be-gan to exercise her sense or
humor and to be Independent of the
pinion of the learned circle, as they
called themelves. Cynthia dropped Into
a morris chair and picked up a book of
Virgil.
Margaret opened her violin case and
began to tune the Instrument. Cynthia
looked up absent-mindedly.
"That's nice, play something," and
Immediately settled herself again to her
book. Neither of the girls was at col
lege for fun. Cynthia especially had
high imbUions, and every minute was
precious to her.
The strains of the violin floating out
Into the room disturbed her not in the
very least.
She could not have told what Marga
ret was playing, but she enjoyed the
music In her own way, making It an
obllgato to her reading. Three-quarters
of an hour had passed away, when a
knock sounded on the door. Involun
tarily Cynthia dropped an expression of
Impatience.
-Margaret ran to the door and threw
It pen.
There, on the threshold, stood her
former highbrow chum, for whom she
knew Cynthia had not a dislike, but a
mild contempt.
"Please do not stop playing."
begged the newcomer; "music is so
refreshing, is It not? There la nothing
that seems to express one's highest
thoughts so well."
Cynthia coughed slightly. and,
rising, offered Bess Newcombe the
box of chocolates that stood on the
table.
Beia took some candy, and. with
her mouth full, asked Margaret what
he had been playing, begging her
to continue.
"What a ciimux!" cried Bess, as Mar
garet finished. "Is not the rhythm won
derful?" Cynthia, from the depths of the mor
ris chair, regarded Bess with a gleam
'of amusement In her brown eyea. She
waa rather surprised to hear Margaret
newer. "Tea, It really Is very well
worked up."
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The two at the piano kept on and on.
Margaret warmed up wonderfully to
her task. Her eyea were bright and
her cheeks tinged with excitement.
Cynthia, watching them, felt'a twinge
at her heart. In spite of her many noble
qualities, Cynthia had her share of
Jealousy.
When Beos rose at last to go, how
ever, Cynthia msnaged a warm hand
shake and a fairly hearty "Stop In and
see us again, won't you?"
When the door had closed behind
their isltor Margaret came and sat on
the arm of Cynthia's chair.
"I'm so sorry you were bored," she
said, frankly. ."I know you don't care
about music, but Bees loves it. I've had
a lovely time."
"Why, how can you say that, Mar-
garet? Don't I ask you to play well,
often and often?"
Margaret's eyes lit up with a mis
chievous gleam. How silly for Cynthia
to be really Jealous over a thing like
that! She took a chocolate and read in
silence until bedtime.
Next evening Cynthia was first In their
silting room, and when Margaret came
In gravely presented her with some
newly purchased music. -Margaret re
ceived this with much pleasure, put It
n the piano and got out her violin,
looklng up, she was surprised to see
that Cynthia was not occupied with her
Latin. Catching her glance. Cynthia '
began to talk. Not in her witty, nat
ural, usual vein, but In a polite, rather
strained fashion that made Margaret
uncomfortable.
Her mind sought an explanation of
this In vain. Why should Cynthia
feel constrained to entertain her? She
grew cross and snappish.
The last straw came when Cynthia
asked her to play. Why, she always
played in the evening. She flounced
down on the piano stool rather crossly
and played the first thing that came to
hand badly, she knew.
She looked around at Its conclusion.
There sat Cynthia on the edge of her
chair in an attitude of strained atten
tion. "What is that?" asked Cynthia
"It Is so very pretty! New, of course?"
"No," said Margaret, simply; "I'va
played that for two years."
"Oh!" said Cynthia. "Would you mind
playing something else by the same com
poser?" Margaret swung round on the stool,
searching. Suddenly she stopped. "You
haven't got a headache, have you, Cyn
thia?" she asked.
"Why, no," answered Cynthia.
Margaret began again to play.
Her fingers fumbled hopelessly, and
she stopped short at last.
"Ah, do go on!" said Cynthia, nerv
ously. "I am enjoying It Immensely."
Margaret Jumped up from the keyboard.
"Where, In the name of Caesar, is your
Virgil?" she cried.
In a rush she reached for the volume
and thrust It Into Cynthia's hand.
"For heaven's sake, study!" she cried.
"So that I can play my violin."
A slow smile of understanding and
contentment turned up the corners of
Cynthia's mouth as she laconically an
swered: "All right!"
! . ! , n.nrt .-, k ntiAU'M
RISCILLA BROWN
hopped down the
brownatone steps
of her home. Prla
cilla wore glasses
and she was spin
dly" as to legs and
arms.
Prlscilla pulled
the fur collar of
her velvet coat up
about her throat In
rather a bored way
and looked up and
down the wintry
street. She hopped
up and down once
in a while to keep warm and re
garded the laden sleighs which dashea
past with a world of Jlngly noise.
Two girls, not In velvet coats, played
across the forbidden barrier t of the
stfeet In a vacant lot with their, sleds.
One made a horn with her hands.
"Come on over and play." she in
vited. "Can't," said Pris-cllla, The UgHt
flashed on her glasses as she hopped
about. "Not allowed acrost the street."
The girls stood looking across the
street for a moment, then picked up
their sled ropes and ran up the Incline
without comment.
FTiscllla watched them longingly from
the lamppost. It did not occur to her
to question why she could not cross the
street and play with the others. She
had never been allowed to do It. She
didn't believe she ever would be allowed
to do It.
Other girls were different, but she
Prlscilla had to abide by rules. By and
by the glris on the vacant lot went down
to the and of the street, where a house
was building, and began to play seesaw.
Prlscilla sat on the step alone, watching
the sport She did not feel happy. By
Balancing Figure
OBTAIN a decanter or bottle and In
sert's needle Into Its cork.
On this balance a ball ofVood,
having a cork or light wooden figure
standing on the top. From the ball
project two wires, to which are at
tached two bullets.
If the little afTalr be balanced properly,
a slight twist of the bullets will result
In the figure standing upright, no mat
ter how much you twist the bullets from
side to side.
The two bullets cause the center of
gravity to fall below the ball on which
stands the figure, and In consequence
f M 1 L 1
causes the tlgure to stand erect.
A "few minutes with a Jackknlfe should
enable any boy to cut any figure to suit
his fancy.
DO YOU know t
wood removed
for building pur
that the bits of
by woodpeckers
ig purposes are some
times as big as your little finger? The
delusion la common that the little fel
low only has power to remove bits
he alze and construction of sawdust.
The chips In the picture are unus
ually large, and are the product of a
flicker's building energy. The flicker,
you know, belongs to the yellow
hammer bran .. of the woodpecker
family. The bird builds Us nest In a
peculiar manner, chlaelinr out a hole
In the tree, which It curves down
ward, and, finally, at the bottom of
this curve building Its nest.
A Funny Sentence
AGBNTLPJMAN having an appoint
ment with another man, who
waa alwaya late, found the
other waiting, much to his surprise.
He addressed him thus:
"Why, I see you are here first at
last, jrou alwaya were behind before,
but I am glad to see you have be
come aarly of lata!" , . ,
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liOSB limit -
and by her bespectacled eyes opened
wide to see better a couple of tattered
figures gliding round a pile of bricks,
drawing nearer and nearer to the
youngsters at play.
Prlscilla gave a warning shout. The
Hooligan gang was upon them. Be
tween the Inmates of Wheaten street
and the Hooligan gang there was feud,
bitter and deadly. "Beat It!" shrilled
Prlscilla, grammar and English forgot-'
ten. "The Hoolies!"
One girl started away like wind, but
" the other fell under a well-directed
punch from the remaining Hoolie.
Prlscilla was already halfway across
the street to the struggling figure. The
"Hoolle" waa seated firmly on the
other's chest, ' one grubby little fist
working havoc with her victim's face.
Priscllla's spindle legs had never trav
eled so fast before.
Like a whirlwind her kid-gloved hands
pulled at a pile of small lumber until
she had loosened a long pole. With
might and main Prlscilla lifted tne
weapon and "laid It into" the Hoolle.
All the strength of her wiry little
person was concentrated in that blow,
and even the tough Hoolle went
down., howling, on her back.
Not for long, however. Like a flash,
she was on her feet, had delivered a
well-directed blow and Prlscilla
sprawled with the Hoolle at her
throat.
Around the corner swung a girl, a
wholesome, athletic girl In a riding
habit. With strong brown hands Bhe
separated the whirlwind of flying limbs,
and a cut from her riding stock sent the
Hoolle cross lots with Incredible speed.
The unwitting victim flew in the
other direction with all her might.
Prlscilla gave one look at her res
WHY THE WORLD'S
PEOPLES BUILD
DIFFERENTLY
THE kind of buildings any people
erect depends on a variety of
things, among them climate, ma
terials at hand and the formation of
the soli.
You may easily realize that buildings
and dwellings put up In England, for
instance, would differ greatly from
those put up in the warm countries
which surround the Mediterranean.
Some countries had magnificent forests,
and so they built their dwellings of
wood. Some had enormous quarries;
some, like Egypt, had only clay with
which to build.
People who lived high up In the
mountain ranges built differently from
those whose home was on the sandy
level or the wide plain of Asia.
In the countries where the people
wotshlped marly gods, they built
enormous temples to make them fitting
homes. In countries where the rulers
were very powerful, or had conquered
a people whom they kept" In captivity,
great palaces were built, because of
the cheapness of labor. Those coun
tries which had fine old republics built
buildings which to this day testify to
the public spirit of those who erected
them.
In Egypt and the Holy Land, where
the climate was warm, the houses were
built with flat roofs, on which the peo
ple could sit In the cool of the evening
hours and get the stray breezes. In
the north, where snow and rain were
plentiful, the houses had slanting roofs,
to enable them to shed the moisture.
The Egyptian religion had great
reverence for death and the dead.
Thus it came about that many of
their finest remaining buildings are
simply tombs. which they called
mausoleums. They had great quarries
of building stone with which they
made huge temples and gigantic pyra
mids. From the paintings and carv
ings on the walls of the buildings we
have leaj-ned more about Egyptian
arts and customs and' dress than we'
should ever have been able to learn
otherwise. Most of our architectural
ideaa we have derived from the old
Greek and Romans. - We can only
understand our own method of build
ing by thinking and reading about
the old buildings of the Greeks and
Romans. Greek and Roman and
Kgyptlan art are very different. The
Greeks did not care, us the Egyptians
did, for etrong, Klgantlc effects. They
liked delicate, beautiful things. They
had fine quarries of beautiful marble,
which they chiseled Into lines of
beauty and fcrace. Every race leaves
Its stamp on the buildings which It
erects. What do you suppose the peo
ple 2000 years from now would think
could they uncover one of our modern
cities?
They would see what an InvenUve
people we were. How high we built
our buildings, how long we built our
subways. Our schools would show our
love for education, our hospitals our
way of caring for the nick. There Is
one thing, though, that they could
-not help noticing, and that is the lack
of all beautiful things In our choked
up cities. Never before has there lived
a highly civilized people who cared so
little for the artistic appearance of
Us public buildings or even Its prl
vat dwellings. -
cuer and sent ud a howl of dismay.
cuer and sent up a howl of dismay.
"Cousin Helen!" she gasped.
Cousin Helen's hands were passing
rapidly over the small body.
"You're all right," was her, verdict
Prlscilla clenched a thin, little fist.
"I'd like to've punched her nose off."
he asserted with decision. "I'd a' liked
to-first rate! Hlttln" a littler girl!"
Cousin Helen laughed a little at
that.
"Come along- home. Prissy," aha said.
Priscllla's eyes opened. Ha one ever
had called her Prissy before..
The opening door disclosed the
hocked face of Priscllla's aunt..
' With difficulty she recognized the
wreck that was her niece.
"Prlscilla Brown! Come' here 'at
once," she commanded. "Tell me how
you got into this, unladylike, dis
graceful" she paused' for breath.
"There was two girls," said Prlscilla
lowly, "acroat the"
"StreeU"
"Yes."
The truth waa out. Prlscilla had been
across the street. Prlscilla had dis
obeyed. Nothing could explain this
away.
"Oo upstairs and sit In your room,"
ordered Aunt Madge. "And don't you
come down for supper."
And Prlscilla swung about and
marched upstairs like a soldier.
By and by, Cousin Helen sneaked up
to the door and shoved It open with
her boot. She couldn't use her hands,
because they were full of cakes.
"Now, I'm going down stairs to ex
plain things to Aunt Madge," said
Cousin Helen. "I know, that you
couldn't help that crossing the
street; and she'll understand, too. Say,
Prissy, let's you and I go to the zoo on
Saturday!"
Helen stood for a minute at the foot
of the bed, an exultant smile on her
face.
"Bless you, kid," she murmured, "I
Just knew you toad it in you."
Water Upon Oil
FASTEN a piece of pack thread
tightly around a glass, with strings
from each side, meeting above at
a knot about a foot from the top of the
glass. Put In as much water as will
nil one-third of the glass; lift It by the
knot and string it to and fro in the
air. The water will kep its place as
steadily as though. It were Ice.
Pour gently upon the water as much
oil and then swing It gently as before.
The stillness of the water will be trans
ferred to the oil, and the water beneath
will be greatly agitated.
1 riiii'H',ri
AVEN'T you often wished when
your dog Jumped about, wagged
his tall and barked that he could
make some .other use of his pink tongue
than that of covering your hands with
moist kisses? Over in Germany there Is
such a dog, the property of Herr Herr
mann Evers, a royal gamekeeper.
Don can speak about eight or nine
words at the present time, and Is con
stantly adding to his vocabulary. One
day he was begging for tidbits at his
master's table, and In answer to the
question, "What will you have?" an
swered quite plainly, "Hfiben," the
German for have. He also says "Ruhe"
(quiet) and "Hunger" (hunger) very
plainly. .
Many scientists who have examined
the wonderful animal A agree that he
can really articulate. His own name Don
Is the word -he says most distinctly.
Wouldn't you Ilk to own hunt
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NCK upon a time
there lived an
Indian chief Who
was known
Red Thunder.
He, his , wife
and three, chil
dren were trav
eling to a' coun
cil of the na
tions when one
of his children
pled a beautiful
white bird.
80 delighted
with It was he
that ,he clapped
his hands loudly and cried out for Joy.
Suddenly the bird descenaea swui
ly to earth, dealing Red Thun
der's wife's terrlflo blow, which killed
her.
Red Thunder stood for a anort
space in the greatest agony. Then
gathering together his children he
fled away Into the deep forests never
to return.
He built a lodge and never passed
beyond Its doorway. When winter
came Red Thunder fell wounded
fatally by an unseen arrow.
The three Coys were now alone and
helpless. Even the eldest was too
young to provide for the brothers.
So the kind wood animals took them
under their care and fed them.
By and by the boys' grew older
and able to care for themselves. ,
One day they ran out of quiver
and desired to make new ones' for
themselves.
One made his of sheepskin; another,
his of otter; another, his of wolfskin.
Then they wanted new arrows.
Some of these were fashioned of oak,
while others were of the thigh bone
of the buck.
Now, each one agreed to kill only
the animal he was in the habit of
killing, and they laid wagers with
each other as to who should come
in first from the hunt.
The youngest boy, Deep Voice, had
gone but a short space when he met
a black bear. Although by agreement
he was not to kill this animal, he
took aim and the creature rolled
over dead.
With a glad cry he set about skin
ning it.
His eyes began to smart, and he
rubbed his hands, red with blood,
over them. When he looked up every
' thing appeared red.
He heard a whirring sound and left
his task to find out its cause. Soon he
came to the shores of a great lake,
upon the bosom of which floated a
huge swan. Its feathers were a brill
iant scarlet
Two arrows Deep Voe shot at It
with no effect. But the third entered
the neck of the swan, which rose In
the air and flew toward the setting
sun.
Deep Voice felt that since .the bird
was so badly wounded It could not fly
far.
Over valley and hill, through forest
and prairie he sped after his prize In
vain. The night came on and he lost
sight of the scarlet swan.
, After a tlm he came to a town
which stood on a hill. He heard an
old owl cry out Jn warning and the
people respond with a shout.
Deep Voice approached the watoh
man and asked for shelter. The owl
led him to the tent of the chief, who
told him to enter.
"Come In," said the chief; "sit down."
Food was given to him and he ate
eagerly. The chief soon motioned to
his plain-looking daughter and said:
"Take our son-in-law's moccasins, and
if they are torn mend them."
Muttering, the girl advanced, but
Deep Voice hung up his own mocca
sins, making up his mind to give the
girl to one of his brothers for a wife.
Soon he fell asleep and, on awaken
ing, asked the girl where the red
swan went. ,
"Yeah," laughed the girl. "Think you
you can catch It?"
"Yes," he answered. Finally he per
suaded her to show him where the
bird had flown.
All day long Deep Voice sought the
swan. That night, almost exhausted,
he came to another village, the watch
man of which, also, -was an owL The
young warrior was again shown to a
loage ana ireatea just as he was on
the chief's daughter was as beautiful
as sne was genue. -
He slept well all night. In the morn-
ng the girl pointed out for him glad-
ly the course the red swan had taken.
Toward nightfall of this day Deep
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Voice went more slowly, not seeing any
town and thinking that he would b
compelled to travel all night.
In the woods he observed a glow of
light, which came from a little lodge.
A 'Very old man 'sat by the flames.
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man.
Deep Voice went in.
"Dry your clothing." said the old row,
"ahd I will prepare supper."
The old man arose, took grain of
corn and a whortleberry and dropped
both Into a small earthenware pot of
boiling water. Then he provided th
traveler with a - dish and spoon, and
Deep Voice helped himself again and
contained, .
"My grandson," said the old man whan
Deep Voice had finished, "you have swt
forth on a hard Journey. Be strong and
firm and you will succeed. Oo on your
way tomorrow until sunset, when you
will find a magician who will feed and
shelter you. Next day you will meet an
other, who will tell you all you deilre to
know."
Deep Voice slept oimdly and went on
his way.
He met the second magician and slept
again.
Eagerly he set forth again, for he waa
very anxious to meet the third magician.
Finally he arrived at the lodge and
questioned the magician, who said to
him:
Tomorrow night you will come to th
lodge of Red Swan. She is not a bird,
but a most beautirui girl, the daughter
of a rich magician. This magician ha
lost a cap of wampum, which he wore
fastened to his scalp and removed not
by day or by night.
"The tribe who got the cap en falsa
pretenses have placed It on a high pole
for birds to peok at. The Red Swan
goes forth very often to seek a brave)
who will rescue this cap and has prom
ised to be the wife of him who Is suc
cessful." Next day Deep Voice traveled gayljr
through the forest.
At evening he came to a lodge whence
Issued deep groans. In the lodge sat the
old man, covering his bead with hi
hands in great pain.
After cupper the magician asked Deep
Voice to go in search of his cap.
"Gladly," said the young man. "To
morrow, when you hear the voice of the
nlghthawk, put your head outside your
lodge. Have ready your warolub, that
I may strike."
Deep Voice rose early and set forth.
The cap was fastened to a long pol
and Deep Voice changed himself Into
"dandelion down and, lighting on the)
cap, untied the cords and quick as
flash flaw away with it.
Making the sound of a nlghthawk.
Deep Voice flew toward the lodge.
The magician put his head outside the
door. Deep Voice aelied the warolub
and dropping the cap od the old man's
head, fastened It with a terrlflo blow el '
the c'.ub, which knocked the old mas
senseless. Out of. the ground rose a
handsome young warrior; ths oil
wrinkled man was gone forever. Tak
ing Deep'-Voice by the hand, ths
young warrior led him Into the lodge.
whi,. a flraan a la...t..i .
brave said:
ThIs Is your reward. She was my
sister. She will be vour wife. Take hsr''
80 Deep Voice traveled home with a
wife for himself and on for each of
his brothers.
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