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n 1 i i i ii "' i i v;! . ' ' ,1 , ;l; j 1 V v,ri J "This is My Garden," Said the Lite Boy 1 Lucy's Boat Ride Uf 9f 8r o . VE day Lucy Atterbury com- menced to cough and sneeze, and she continued coughing and snerzing, so her mother sent for the family physician, who said: "I think that girlie of yours, Mrs. Atterbury, has the whooping cough. She can not go to school at present, and perhaps she can not go until next September." "O! Dearie! Dearie! Me!" cried Lucy, "what will I do with myself for so many w eary weeks. I dearly love to go to school, and I dearly love to play with my little girl friends." "I know how hard it will be for you, little girlie," said the land old physician, "but the weather is quite moderate most of the time, so on clear days you can take your doll for a ride in her go- cart and you can go jolting in your pushmobile, and there are lots of things ytra can do, because the medicine I am going to have yon take will prevent you from feeling ill. Then, too, if there are any children around here who have had the whooping cough, perhaps they will play with you. "But doctor, if I just say I have a bad cold and am not going to school until I am cured the children will play with me, and then I won't feel so lone- Jy," said Lucy. BEDTIME PENCIL PICTURES 1 1? lb w . ft. 8. Tl- T3 .to Tl 1b I 1L 5 l' ' 17 11 V 4 '3 n w " n That wouldn't be honorable, Lucy," said the physician. "You must not al low your little friends to rim any risks; it's no fun to have an attack of whoop ing cough. Say 'my doctor thinks I've fot a cold which is going to turn into whooping cough, so you'd better run home tnd ask your mamma if you've ever had it and if they have any objec tions to me playing with you.' " Lucy was indeed sorry that she was not going to be allowed to attend school, and she hoped very much she was just suffering with a bad cold. But in a few days she began coughing so continually and to violently that there wasn't a par- ticvle of doubt in any one's mind that she had the "horrid whoopcrs," as she called them. Her playmates were very few, but she made the best of her trouble, as every one should always do, and the doctor told her when he came to see her on Monday that she might take a boat ride up to Philadelphia if her mamma could spare the time to take her, "and be sure and keep away from any other chil dren who may be on the boat," he said. Oh ' how dcliehted I.ucv was with the idra of srK.nding ,uch an enjoyable day after being so lonely, and her mother, seeing her so joyous, rejoiced with her, and in a few davs took her for the Knt riHe on the Delaware river. It was a hrantifiil sunshinv morning, and Lucy and her mother spent most of the lim nn the second deck. And the little girlie made some ac quaintances, because there was a family of children taking the ride who were also just recovering from the whooping cmigh. When the, boat reached Philadelphia Lucy and ber mother first walked up Arch street and they saw Benjamin Franklin's grave in an old burying ground at Fifth and Arch streets, And next they walked to Chestnut street and Lucy was greatly interested in seeing the State House, Then Mrs. Atterbury said: "We will go to Wanamakcr's store at Thir- teenth and Chestnut streets," where they enjoyed a good wholesome lunch. "Xow for the big department, mother, dear!" cried Lucy. How wonderful the handsome dolls seemed to Lucy. "They are all so sweet and dear and beautiful. I'd like to have every one of them,' said the little girl. Who could scarcely believe it possi- ble when her mother, said : "It is time we are starting for the boat, which leaves the wharf at 3 o'clock." "Hpw I hope those children will be It 3(, 55 '3 Z9 37. .50 36. 57 3', JZ n 59 40 X.0 4 X9 JO 3t' 33 7 31 HIT it hoy! Hit it a mile!" all thc boys are yelling to Edgar as he steps up to thc hat. And when the very first good pitch comet over he does it, but ran you guess how far? No, you're wrong, 1ttt if yoc'U take your pencil and tUirting at thc first number 1, continue to draw a line through dots 2, 3, 4 and so on to the highest number you can find out for sure. Then start at thc second dot 1 and do the tame in order to complete the distance. Be sure and save all your Pen cil Pictures after you've drawn tlicm. SfiiY MiSTEf?, Them's Nice uvhiske&s Youve got. Flowers in Their Bowers Laugh Aloud Sfring Lady comes a-tmiling, Oh, to fair and to begmling, Hakes the flowers from their sleeping, on the boat again, mother," said Lucy. "They told me they expected to return on that boat." And how glad she was when the first persons she saw were the three children waiting at the top of the stairs for her. The children's mother had ridden up and down the Delaware river many times, and she pointed out many points of interest to Lucy and Mrs. Atterbury. who were takine the ride for the first time bc'cau5f ..y bild been livillg out in Indiana nlil a short time before Lucv was taken with her cough. The days were getting long end bright so when the boat turned into the Christianna river and went through the drawbridge, it was broad daylight and the children could all see how it was worked. When they had gone through it in the morning Mrs. Atterbury and Lucy were in the cabin looking at the funnies in the morning paper, so they had known nothing about it, but the three children "" l"u l" " ' knew about it Much to every one's aitonishment, wlu-n the children were talking about their home they discovered that they were only living two squares away from Lucy. "How is it?" they asked their mother, "that we have never seen ach other before we met on this dear old boat?" "Because you don't go to the tame school. But now as you all have to take a holiday ;his Spring, you can take turns visiting each other almost every afternoon." , And so through the lovely May and June days, until the time came for Lucy to go to her grandma in the country, there were few loneiy days. 0 . It is a very lonesome thing To be an only child I'm told just what to do and say. And answer meek and mild. If I'd a little brother, now, Or sisters, just a few, My uncles, aunts and family Would watch their manners, too. They'd share my joys, every one, And share my troubles, too, They'd share the blame of all the noise And everything I do. They'd share my clothes the nicest ones. And all that's in my purse. They'd share my cookies, too, and yet I should be none the worse! Smalt families are a mistake. And that's what I tell mother. When she is buying dolls for me. And then she buys another! Amy Smith. Yeah, PortY Nice. eMi. lV Pal fh I unt in in. hnn. Kf-- i '"' S rid, W insured. and blamed BftmS OfliXn-X Jf T if I ctotit have Lo ixxv for MM ''"fV1yiif 1 1 nine poltciea. J IS IT HAfcD TO RAISE WHISKEKS f One by one they come a feipmg. Suddenly the startt a-froxening, Weeping tears all earth a-drowning. -1 rt wiiy oioneo WHY THE HAZEL STICK ICCKT. WAS y (A Welsh Legend.) D AVID was driving herd of cat tle to Louden, but before he went he cut himself a good stout hazel stick at the edge of a mcor before he left Wales. David reached London in safely, (lis- posed of' the cati.'c and set out on his homeward way, s.ill carrying his stout Now and Then in Bugville stick of hazel. As he was crossing London Bridge, a stranger stopped him and asked him where he had gotten his stick?" jn Wales, where I come from," said David. "But why do you ask?" Becau,c - rcplicd thc strang(.ri "it it , remarkable stick, and beneath the tree from which it was cut a great treasure lies burwd." David was very much impressed and laid: 'Then, if that is so, you had better TmNKOUTS f I A.'t 4 r-. if , " Iff l n " K W I t t i A , i n. i " 1 ' come back with me and we'll search for the tree." "Very well," said the stranger, "I .will." And 'the two set out for Wales at a very brisk pace. When they reached the moor they found the tree and they began to dig beneath it. Soon they found there was a hollow space beneath it, and as they dug down deeper and deeper they came to a flight of steps. Dowrj they went and were led to i VoT SO HARD IF YC7Ufc CHlHiS FERTILE. at Growing Showers' Sfring flowers in their bowers Laugh aloud at growing showers. e-W'illiam A. Roberts. vast room brilliantly illuminated with many lamps. At one end of the room was a large table and at one end of it sat a mighty man in a curiously carved chair. In one hand he held a great sword, his head rested on the other, and he was in a deep slumber. At his feet lay a great dog, also sound asleep. The stranger v ho was in reality a wirard, said to David : "That it Qwen the Warrior, who will one day awake and rule over the land. See, ha holds the ancient sword of the Kings of Britain!" All through the wonderful under- GWltlie Ttlolh -"Well 1 guess J U go in. Utal cupboard, climmir Sloth Pont you think of it' ItsAiU of camphor bulla. ViUie Wolh - iloat mind, thai. A Jtyvd in a drug Metre the last Hwrp yoea iMss Tint, ahe haa tne smallest waist uf tutjr girt in 'Hut) v Hie . ground .dwelling Duvid and hit com panion went, examining everything thry saw with thc greatest interest. Oh tables on every tide lay piles of f rd glittering gold pieces, and as the wiza told David: "You may take a handful if you wish, but you must never put any in your purse or pocket to carry'away." Both David and the ttrangcr took a handful of the gold coins and ascended to the upper earth again. Several times after this first visit did they re-enter the wonderful cavern, al ways finding frch wonders to explore and admire, and taking the handful of golden money. One day, however, David, unmindful of the warning of the wizard, not only took a handful, but put one of the shin ing pieces in his purse, not wanting to mix it with the others, as it had on it the likeness of a very early king. Thc next day, when the two men went to revisit the cavern, they were unable to, find the opening. The ground where they had dug was closed up, and though they tried over and over again, never again did they find the magic steps that led to the underground dwell ing CHILDREN'S DREAM. Do you know How the little children go In their dreams To where the fairy breezes blow And the happy flowers grow, By laughing streams? Oh, child dreams Swinging on the bright sunbeams, Whisper low Tl me as I linger here, Whisper softly in my ear, ' Where do dreams of childhood go? 0 ' A TflOHJHT FOR THE DATl This above all to thine own self be true, And it must follow, at the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.1 what Sood ASE THEY' WISDOW P.i SB WRITING. Don't write up: n (lu wiijdow panel When they n e filled with frost nr tteam ; For this will leave tome dreadful itaint To ihow when other duties teem. If you must write to show your skill A better plan we would advlta; Just try your copy books to fill, And crosi your t'r and dot your i's. The Little Cat 4 IV w ILLIE wai such a little boy that he did not kpow. (hat it was wrong to pull a cat's tail. Budiie was alio a little boy, but never, never would Bttdsie have pulled a eat't tail. In the first place, Bttdsie wat afraid of a rat and would never have " thought of taking liberties with its tail. Willie was not afraid of a cat and he did not know any better, so he did pull the cat'i tail. Now, the strange thing about it was that the ' little rat liked Willie, and when he pulled her tail she simply ran away. But cats are like some people, and while the cat had a griev ance, the did not seem to think that it made any difference who had to suffer for it as long at tome one suf fered, to that cat turned around and jumped upon poor Budsie, , who had never dime a thing to the cat. Marion saw the whole thing, but she thought that thc cat must kow what she was about, to she said, "Budsie, why did you pull the cat'i tail?" "I did not," taid Budsie, indignantly. 'That old cat knocked me down and I did notlouch her tail. I am going to get a long- handled broom and smash her head if she does not keep out of the way." Bud- sie thought he was safe in saying that, as the cat, having jumped upon hit shoulders and knocked him down, had promptly scampered off to some remote safe place, known only to her, in the basement. Fred, the second janitor, was coming up the steps when the cat passed him, and, seeing her fur standing up, knew that she was angry. "Wha' .y" fh.ild,ren., ding ,0 J5catnce? he asked, for Beatrtce wai the name of the little cat "That old cat knocked me down," laid Budsie. "Budsie says he't going to get a long handled broom and break her neck," said Marion. Budiie opened his mouth HIDDE.N SKETCHES WHA IS trREAT AMERICAN? When Ihlt rrret tarrlriiH nriil)-nie ri-r uld kr hail mil) tls buoksi Bui he anew eiri ua f Ihrm .lmt y ami . If tin n ka wan U, jul take )ur trued aiiat make the ipaeel alack tal have a teller R la hr. Thursday Nvnatur Hare Inf. Saves usn' A AAPKltf. fl IK lifi 11 "Not When It Bains," Said the Stone Boy in astonishment, as it had never entered his head that a cat'i neck could be broken. "I didn't, neither," he tail "For goodness' sake," said Marion, "say I didn't, either, not neither." ' "It's all the tame in Dutch," laid Fred, "but don't anybody break that cat'i neck, or there wilt be trouble in thii house." Budsie knew there was something wrong, that he wai blamed when he had . d"" ,hln ut WM ,he way of life, W he whittled and went . BIRD II I SIC, Thc mocking bilrd Knows tune and word Of forest songs. and sings them all. The red bird's trill Will bring a thrill The thrushet' tweet notes do enthrall The catbird thinks b,e ii a kitty jn,ist(.lt,v he mfr., hi( ditty- The oriole Pouri out hit soul In merry liars to tell hii glee. Demure tnd wee The chickadee Sings songs much longer far than he. THIS 1 Moie of WWtSKEftS.