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Lucy's Boat Ride
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. 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.
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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
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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
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drawn tlicm.
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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
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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.
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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!
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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.
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WHY THE
HAZEL STICK
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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
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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.
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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
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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?
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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
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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
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"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.
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