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at, yean it Yesttrday I U 4Ui' with rrnny t . n I hippcnrd 19 tutl tt a th got angry at me. tta last Bite I tuk turn ot my aavia'a an brawl her Due one. then ih forgave me. Follow to' dot aa tea M l broke., . AnEn(erpjiingOov 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 hard." . 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 struck 6. "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 DC Jfi . .35 (J") 1 . J' ' f' . 17 mA4n rr: r-w v.-. -ji in Ivi . . A VNJL. ,A.liT. . I ' --vnevJf Jv 1' ;7 .r V V - ' H I II S gt YmaVfl" i, r - -v '.rut i ik v 1 1 ii ii . h ii irv . n i i iiwi i ... v r - - -m t- -t. j - m . w t2bs i y m m-2mir .jy 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 savings fund. 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 o'clock. . 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 berry Jelly." 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 picking strawberries. 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 lister Bee, Cant yen see That yea are tormenting met do away, 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 They bopped, 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 fund. account in the savings OS- Hi 7f7rWl hsy I'LL soon DIG YOU Hi OP HERE, MR. RABBiT ! 3 v ..5e-" Let Us Play, Why Stories 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 branches. 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 them. 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 seeking adventures. 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 flown to." 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 a moand. 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 OUT kf '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 bride. 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 changed. 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. COXt'IDEKCE. 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. S, AS-C Z eV A-l O ATrrjilt .11 LI Moving Day 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 Mister Ilee Heeded me, Flew away, as yon ran see. Hope he'll .stay tar away, 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 Y. 1 1 jn J. A Away" 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 floor. 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 comfortable. 0 . GREEDY. 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. -O PlSSfS BEYESGE. Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Role a cat and away he run; But pussy kicked and scratched him so That Tom JiiRt ha'd to leave her go 0- FOREHANDED. 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? r:M 4 CO GET 30 no