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IW'OXDER," Donald Carson aaid to
Mb father's man-of-all-work, "it
there isn't some way I could work
(or my spending money this Summer?
Mother think I'm too young to work,
but, surely, Jacob, there must be some
thing I could do that won't be so Tery
Jacob looked thoughtfully for a mo
ment, and then he cried: "I've got
something for you. Farmer Smith was
telling me just yesterday that he wish
ed he could get a couple of boys to
w ork among his fruit and berries from
t in the morning until 12; but he finds
it almost impossible to get a boy to
work those hours."
"I don't see why that work wouldn't
be Just the thing for me, Jacob," cried
Donald Joyfully. "I'll go out to the
farm light now and I'll ask Mr. Smith
if he will allow me to leave promptly
at 12. and then I'll always be home to
lunch; that is, if he hires me. And
if he does say yes, then I'll find out If
mother will give her consent"
So Donald walked quickly the half
mile to the Smith farm and found that
he could start work the next morn
ing, provided be brought a note from
hiB parents giving their consent, and
provided he was at the shed door all
ready for work just aa th i clock
"You see, my boy, I should have the
fruit and berries into the store by
noon, so that they will be firm and
fresh for the town folk's evening din
ner. So, do you think, Donald, you
will be here tomorrow morning at 6T"
"Mr. Smith," answered Donald, very
seriousy, "I hope to be here; but if I
find I can not come I will telephone
and let you know."
"That's right:" cri;d Mr. Smith, as
he patted the boy's shoulder. "Just
kmp on being very business-like and
you and I will get along famously."
W hen Donald reached home his
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parents were seated at the lunch table,
wondering where he could be.
He explained that he'd been seek
ing work, so he could make his own
spending money all Summer, and per
haps have something to put in the
At first his mother objected very
strenuously, saying: "Son, the work
in the hot sun will make you ill."
"But mother!" Donald cried, with a
great disappointment showing In his
brown eyes, "the work will be good
far me, won't it, Dad?"
And Mr. Smith said he approved of
Donald trying to work at the farm as
long aa he wished to do so.
And the next morning Mr. Smith,
looking out the kitchen door, at five
minutes of 6, saw Donald Carson
walking up the lan with eager foot
steps. My, but the work seemed hard to the
town-bred boy! His back ached and
he felt as. if the sun were burning him
up! But he kept right on working,
saying to himself: "I wated to make
my own spending money, and asked
Mr. Smith to give me a chance, which
he did. So now, in return, I must not
pay any attention to how I feel. I'll
soon get accustomed to the heat of the
sun; I've got a steady Job for all Sum
mer If I act right."
When ha reached home at half-past
12 and entered the dining-room he
didnt utter a word of complaint, but
Jingled the five and ten-cent pieces in
his pocket, telling his mother Farmer
Smith was going to pay him each day
for the amount of work he'd done.
His mother saw at once how his deli
cate skin was blistered by the sun's
hot rays, and she gave him a cooling
lotion to bathe his burns, which com
forted him so much that by 3 o'clock
be was ready to go to the square and
play with his boy friends, who all
clustered around him, and praised him
for his "spunk."
Every morning Donald jumped out
of bed Just as soon as his Big Ben
clock began whirring that 'twas S
. And, after eating a substantial
breakfast, he hurried to the farm.
Then, one morning about I o'clock,
large rain drops began falling. And as
Farmer Smith had told him never to
pick berries in a rainstorm, he ran to
the kitchen door, to tell Mrs. Smith he
was going home.
"Oh, Donald!" cried Mrs. Smith,
"won't you come in the kitchen and
help me hull these strawberries; poor
old Janet is upstairs in bed, too ill to
work, and I so want to make straw
And Mr. Smith, corning in the kitchen
at that moment, also asked Donald to
stay, saying he should be paid Just
the same as if he war. out in the patch
The boy had never bulled strawber
"'Round the May Pole
ries, but he said to himself: "I am
needed hers and can be a great help to
poor, worried Mrs. Smith."
So be worked hard and when the
large clock In the kitchen struck 12
he bad three preserving kettles filled
to the brim, all ready to heat through
for the jelly.
"Boy, please always come even if
Cant yen see
That yea are tormenting met
Let me plan
Come again some other say.
the weather is stormy, because if you
will come and help me with my pre
serving I will be indeed grateful,"
said Mrs. Smith.
So Donald worked six mornings a
I was the Maypole aa
week, whether the weather was
stormy or whether It were clear.
And be grew stout and robust, and
bad a nice
account in the savings
Hi 7f7rWl hsy
OP HERE, MR.
Let Us Play,
WHI M.VTSIE I.OTED THE H5E.
(A Japanese Legend.)
MATSU& was the pretty daughter
of a fisherman who lived at
Takasago, near where the
great Fine Tree of Takasago upheaved
Its giant branches to the sky.
Matsue loved the pine tree and liked
nothing better than sitting under its
Especially was she fond of the pin
needles which fell from the tree, play
ing with them and even making her
self a beautiful dress and sash out of
These were so beautiful that Matsue
declared she would save them for her
wedding day, though as yet no lover
had appeared, to woo her.
In another part of the country lived
Teoyo, a brav youth who was always
One day he stood on the seashore
watching a heron fly up to the blue
sky, far away, even over to the village
where lived Matsue with her family.
"I ll follow that heron," said Teoyo,
"and see what kind of a land It has
So one day Teoyo dived into the sea
and swam away in the direction in
which he had seen the heron fly.
It was a long way, how ever, to Tak
asago, and before he was near it his
strength gave out and he lay help
less, buffeted about by the winds and
waves, until he lost consciousness.
But the water did not drag him
down, but bore him along till finally
'Round the May Pole Dance
it tossed him ashore almost at the feet
of Matsue sitting under the pins tre.
"The poor boy," said the compassion
ato MatHlie, nnd the dragged him under
the tree and placed him on a couch
of fragrant pine needles.
It was not long before Teoyo recov
ered his senses and the very first
thing he did was to fall In love with
Matsue, she was so pretty and sweet.
Never again did Teoyo go away from
Takasago. He stayed on and on, be
came like a Son to the old fisherman
and finally he and Matnue were mar
ried. Of Course, she wore at the wadding
her beautiful dress and sash of pins
needles, and never before nor sines
In all Japan was there seen a prettier
The two lovers ei very happy.
Every night when the moon shone
they used to sit for hours under the
pine tree, and every day they seemed
to grow fonder of each other.
Year after year It wan the same.
The older they grew, the greater grew
their love, and even ' when they were
withered and gray their love had not
For many years after they had loft
this world It was said the pin tree
under which they so often sat in the
swaying of its branches and the gentle
nestling of its leaves was repeating
softly to Itself some of the beautiful
words that Matsue and Teoyo were
wont to say to each other.
I gar them ant the sllghlets wink.
Some words are very hard to learn,
When to my spelling book I turn,
But this one I. remember well.
It means know secrets and not tell.
A-l O ATrrjilt .11 LI
POLLY wanta a cracker," the par
rot In the cage called nnd Sallia
came over and patted tt on the
head. "Poor old Polly," she said, "you
did not know that w are moving to
day and that we have no crai'ktr to
Flew away, as yon ran see.
Hope he'll .stay
Ibea I raa be blithe and gay!
give you. None of us can have any
thing to eat until we get to the new
house, but Just as soon as I can I shall
get you a cracker and something else
that Is very nice. Brother George Is
I going to take you over in your cage to
the new house and hang you up in
the sunniest window."
Sallle rubbed Polly's head for the
parrot loved to have her do that and
1 1 jn
then she began to cry, for Sallle hated
to leave the old house, much u she
loved the thought of the new one.
Polly flew about, striking at the bars
of the cage and looking very much ex
cited as if she knew that the end of
something had come. Sallle went to
the closet under the stairs, where she
and her little brother always put their
toys that they wanted to keep down
stairs. These had all been parked and so had
the rubber coats and boots and shoes
and her tennis racket and Hllly'n base
balls and bats. There was nothing In
the closet, but It was a very' dear
place to her as she bad learned to open
it door when she was only 2 years old
and It was a proud day when she dis
covered a hall that big brother (leorge
bad left there and rolled It about the
After that they locked the door and
although she could reach the key she
was several years older before she
rould turn It In the lock and by that
time she had her own shelf in the clos.
et for her own particular treasures.
"I hate to leave it, Polly," she sighed,
and Polly looked as if she understood.
After awhile George came for the
parrot and put a cloth over the rage
to make Polly think It was night and
Sallie went with him to the street car.
If she bad been alone she would have
kissed the very steps of the little house
so dearly did she love It, and yet It
was principally on Bailie's account
that the mov was being mads.
In a houseful of brothers frail!
must have her own room and so a
larger house was demanded. When
George and Sallle and the parrot got
to the new house they had a queer
kind of lunch. No one could find the
right kind of dlshe and they gave
Polly dog blsquit, which she refused
to eatj but Sallle forgot ber own trou
bles so anxious was she to make Polly
We Willie likes his apple pie,
And eats with might and main ;
Ho eats it morning, noon and night.
Until be has a pain.
And when he can not eat It mora
To give his pain release,
He takes a dose of castor oil
And eats another piece.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Role a cat and away he run;
But pussy kicked and scratched him
That Tom JiiRt ha'd to leave her go
To be forehanded Is the best
My teachers say. I have not guesned
How I can do it. Tell me trim,
How can I, when I have but two?
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