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THE SUN, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1912.
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Ouchl" yelled Mr. Jones as a olothes-
no stretched Heroes the dark kitchen
ought "M hnad bclt TT"'1 tt sudden
m$, Mr. Jones was on his nightly rounds
Touch the house to see that all of the
tors and windows were tightly closed
tiost intruders.
'Who van so careless as to leave that
DP tied across here for people to run
or rronnmy .Mammy, drying some
bthes, forgot to take the rope down.
!' about this in the morning," and
ihbing his forehead where the rope
i bruised it ha continued his tour.
Nit morning ho scolded Mammy, the
'ft was the annual convention of the
bther (looser and the meeting place
fs in the midst of the wood, at midnight.
th fireflies and foxwood for lamps.
Have you ever attended one of these
aventions, children? If you have not
!bu really must get ready to go to the very
ext one that is held. The invitations are
Iways printed on cobweb paper and healed
ith the finest bee's honey. They are
f-tiverod by the Old Woman Who Lives
a Hhoe, and the reason she is selected
or the task is because she has such great
Kindness for children that she is always
areful that the little folks who want to
o are never missed.
Well, little Peter and his sister Peggy
ere made very happy when they re
ived their invitations. They had
Harked off on the calendar when the con-
entlon was to be held. And the way they
unci out the date was by counting the
lumber of raisins that mamma had in a big
mr in the pantry. Papa told them that
very raiain would be a day and that the
oavention of the Mother Goosers would
e as man v davs off as there were raisins
Then they wrote a letter to Mother Goose
1-rhonully. This letter papa took down
wn with him one morning and duly
ailed. It was addressed in care of the
Id Woman Who Lives Under the Hill;
that was the most certain place to find
ie of t hose who planned to take an impor
at part in the convention. Hure enough,
coon as this old woman got the letter
is rend the request for invitations and
bbled right ofT to Polly Put the Kettle
3, ho e-oon hud things fixed up all right
W mile Peter and Peggy.
nhf n thu night of the convention came.
pa told Peter and Peggy they had better
kto bed early and get a good sound Hleep
live or six hours before midnight, so
at thny would bo fresh and wide awake
ten it ramo imo to go to the wood.
l thpy did, only it won hard work foi
em to do) their eyes when they ro
erabered ull tho wonderful things they
re likely to f-ce at the convention. They
ew that thny were to go to the wood
a carriage drawn by the Lion and the
menrn together.
hure enough ut ten minutes before mid-
Kht there was tho carriage with Its
&ngq team. Peter and Peggy got in
i rear mat. because as I must tell you
" carriage was shaped like a great
Ik gridiron on wheels, and was driven
Jack .Sprat, who could eat no fat, and
wife, who could eat no lean. Off thev
1 '?nt , tint on roaring as he hounded on
'd tho mi corn toeslng his horn up and
'n th" twinkling of on eye almost they
' at tlm edgo of the wood. Thero the
"i Rnt a littlo bulkv when he saw Mary's
He lamb seated by Mary underneath a
oim tp'H For you see no matter
W'll Im Imd been trulnod by Jack
at to pull the. carriage along with tho
noorn wlienuver a lion pooh a lamb
I pretty hard work for him to Ueop
wn eating the lamb.
Vw.ll it.n.. . . . A .. u...ir..i t.i. i
I .ii'-; p"- ' ' lmau I ill KIUJ' '
1 nml there, under a great maple
mi oi( King Colo, who always pre
rriM ni those conventions, ul though
otiior Ciuoo herself is the real boss.
it MuHii.r (Wkim) is a modest woman
" shi. Jem old King Colo think that
k in i 'iiiri'." Overhead, in the bought
Pi.
K iniiin iri-ti, were great strings
t.ri.fi,
I'KimI up jiim llkii the electric
' ItiviTMdi) Drlvii when thu
" iln HuiIhoii liiverH whilnago.
' m v pipe." commanded Old
i very husky sort of a voice,
' ''oulil nee that he did not
i 'e am body, but was just a
' il milking believe he was
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HOSE MISCHIEVERS AGAIN
old oolored cook, who assumed a look
of innocence but said nothing. Some little
while later, however, when the Jonos
children gathered In the kitchen to listen
to Mammy's quaint stories she denied
any knowledge of the rope and defended
herself from the accusations of Mr.
Jones.
"How cum yo' pah to blame me for
dat rope?"
"Well, Mammy, who put it there If you
didn't?" volunteered one of the children.
Surely, you are not going to tell us that
it could have been put there by the Mis
ohlevcrs you tell us about. They are too
little to lift the rope."
"Dat's just the way they foot you
them Mischievers. Ob course dey ain't
no blgger'n liorao chestnuts, but doy
is pow'ful strong just the some. 'Tain't
the first time dey tied ropes across kitch
ens, neither. I seed 'era once playing
tightrope, like you sees in the circus,
balancin' thesselves with anything dey
can lay hands on."
"De time I 'member dey found the rope
on a shelf, and fastened one end, and
then dey took the other end and pulled
it up on another shelf across the room and
tied it on that end. I seed 'em walkln'
across and playing their pranks."
"Don't they ever fall?" asked one or the
children anxiously.
"I nebber know'd of one to fall mebbo
dey does, though."
"Mammy, that story is all a fake. We
were in the kitchen yesterday when you
put up that rope to dry some clothes,
but you didn't remember that," and with
jeers and laughter the children scampered
out of reach of Mammy's broad, black
hand.
"Dem chlllen is suttinly pestiferous,"
she muttered, going on with her work
MOTHER GOOSERS CONVENE
a Rhower of Rain sat very near Old King
Cole, and lie offered to get him his pipe.
First, however, ho told the king that
he could recommend a new sort of a pipe
made out of the horn that Little Boy
Blue blew to bring the sheep from the
meadow and the cows from the corn.
But Old King Cole wanted his own pipe
and the doctor hurried to get it.
"Now bring me my glass," said the
king as he blew whiffs of smoke upward
and almost set the fireflies choking, for
you must know that although they always
have Are about them llreflies are by no
means used to tobacco. Taffy the elsh
man was willing to go for the glass be
causeas you well know he was a thief,
and he planned to steal some of Old King
Cole's drink on his way back. Hut he
knew letter than to go until he had sought
out the eye of Mother Goose. You see,
Mother Goose has had to reprove Old
King Colo so very often because he drinks
a trifle too much that she does not like
to see him at his glass too often. This
time, however. Mother Goose nodded
"all right" to Taffy because she well
know that after all Taffy would steal
from the flagon there would not be sum
ciont in it to do much harm to the jolly old
king.
"And now, " said the king, after he had
quaffed all there waa In the cup at a signle
swallow, "bring ma my fiddlers three,
so that we may open the convention with
music." So the fiddlers came right away
and they were just tuning up and pre
paring to start the concert when Mother
Hubbard, leading her dog by a rope of
gingerbread rings, arose and stopped
them.
"I think, O King, "said Mother Hubbard,
"that at this convention we should have
something different in the way of music.
This same old musio year in and year out
becomes tiresome. Now I do not see
why wo should not hear my dog bark a
song that I have taught him. I have
spent several weeks doing this and he
now can bark in a manner that will indeed
surprise you."
Oh, if you're going to do that, " splashed
a hoarse voloe from a pond right back
of the tree under which Old King Cole sat,
then why is it that I should not be per
mitted to sing? I have been practising
ever sinoe last convention, when Bye
Baby Bunting drowned me out with his
crying. Why not hear me?" And follow
ing the words a Frog Who Would A-Woo-ing
Go leaped into sight.
Well, is that so"? complained a chorus
of sharp voices, "where do the katydids
come in if all these others are to be allowed
to show off their tones at this convention?"
"And how about the crlckots?" chimed
in others.
"Thero now, there now, can't you keep
quiet for a. time?" said Old King Cole
sharply, but kindly for all that. "We'll
try to havo everybody pleased If you'll
only be pationt. Now I'll have my fiddlers
accompany you all in ono great big chorus;
how about that?"
Mother Goose nodded her head ap
provingly and in another second the
mighty chorus started, Peter and Peggy
listened in tha greatest amazement.
Never had there been such singing and
playing in the whole history of the Mother
Goosem, or for that matter in the history
of the world ilHolf, And what do you
HUppose they all, sang? Peter and Peggy
knew it at once. It was tho tune that
Tom the Piper'H Son always plays, You
know it very well, I'll warrant. It s "Over
the Hills and Far Awuy. "
And juMt tho name as with Tom tho
Piper's Hon, who played with such fkill
that all who heard him could never stand
still, so did all the Mother Goosers at the
convention aot. Mother Hubbard's dog
barked in perfcot time. A Frog Who
Would A-Woolng Go croaked out hia song
surprisingly correct.. In fact he soon
had a score more of his family leap out
of the pond and Join in. The katydids
swelled the chorus by hundreds of rasp
ing littlo sounds and the crlckots In mul
titude creaked and creaked and rcak?d.
At last Mother Goose after waiting
patiently for the king's fiddlers to stop
capering and the king to order the chorus
stopped raised her hand and signalled
Peter Piper. Peter rose and his little
namesake seated alongside of Peggy
gazed at the big fellow with groat interest.
"Oh, King," said Peter, "wo did not
como here to listen to nothing but music
e have business to attend to. I think
we had better get at It."
'Tie well," quoth the Klnr. nlthoueh
rather reluctantly because he Is a merry
old fellow, and If he had his way would
never let any business Interfere with his
pipe and his glass and his fiddlers. "What
Is tho principal business before us now?"
"well, your Majesty " said Peter, after
another nod from Mother Goose, "we
havo been at several conventions trying
to settle a bothersome question, but we
never seemed to have arrived at any sure
conclusion. I think the matter ought to
De settled once and for all at this con
vention."
"Lot me see, to what question do you
refer, Peter?" asked the King, rather for
getfully.
"Why, doesn't your Majesty remember?
K is tne great inquiry: 'Who Killed Cook
Robin? You remember that at the
last convention when .the question was
up It was charged that the sparrow
aia not kill Cook Robin at all. In fact-
as you will recall the sparrow said that
no did not know how to use a bow and
arrow with which It was claimed ho killed
Cock Robin, and that he thought it was
ouout time mat his reputation was
cleared."
"Well, dear me, now I do recall It," said
Old King Cole hesitatingly, "but Is there
any new evidence in the case?"
"Well, your Majesty," said the Spar
row, "I know that I did not kill Cook
Robin, and I am pretty sure that I know
who did kill him."
"Who Is he? Bring him before the con
vention," chorused many of the Mother
Goosers.
"I am pretty sure he Is already here,"
said the Sparrow very solemnly.
"Is that so?" asked the King in amaze
ment. "That is new evidence indeed.
Speak his name. Speak right out."
"His name Is little Peter and he has a
sister called little Peggy. They are
both here now. There they sit."
.All tbjMother Goosers turned their
eyes otmttle Peter and little Peggy. They
drew closer to each other and Peter was
frightened, although at the same time
indignant. ,
"So they are the people we invited
to our convention?" said the Old Woman
Who Lived Under the Hill. "And to
think of the trouble I went to to bring them
her? and the nice invitation on cobweb
paper we sent them."
"But I didn't kill Cock Robin," protested
little Peter very stoutly.
"But you certainly did," retorted the
Sparrow quite as firmly. "For a long time
I have kept still about this, but I am
tired of being falsely accused. You, little
Peter, killed Cock Robin." .
"Yes, and I saw him die with my little
eye," said the Fly.
"You may have seen him die," allowed
little Peter, "but that does not prove
I killed him."
Some of the Mother Goosers nodded
sagely at this, but if they bad sympathy
for Peter it was all dashed down when
the Fly spoke again.
"Yea, but In this case I saw who killed
him as well as I saw him die," said the
Fly. "It was you who killed him. You
did it with a beanshooter. I saw you
do it, all right."
Little Peter hung his head guiltily.
He remembered tho beanshooter very
well. He remembered firing it over the
hedge one day at a crow and hearing
a cry from a bird.
"If I killed Cock Robin with my bean
shooter. I. am sorry," faltered little Peter.
"I did not. mean to and I did not know
for sure that I had done any harm. I
never 'used my beanshooter again.. Papa
didn't want me to. I nearly killed a
little chicken through a mistake."
The Mother Goosors shook thoir heads
rather dubiously, as though not willing
to admit that killing through a mistake
was to be excused In any way. Old King
Cole looked sad and his fiddlers shifted
from one foot to another and plainly
showed that they would like to have
changed the subject with some musio.
Just when it began to look as if the
Mother Goosers would inflict some sort
of punishment on little Peter for killing
Cock Robin, Mother Goose arose and
waved her hand majestically. She said:
"I am not sure of tho death of Cook
Robin at all. I have heard that he haa
been seen alive early in the morning hop
ping along the meadow looking for worms.
Of course this may not be sure, but I have
so been told. Is there anybody here who
can confirm this?"
"I can," said Jennie Wren with a blush
that was plainly soen, even by firefly
light, "f met him only this morning.
He has been paying attention to mo for
quite some time and as the birds have
generally, frowned upon intermarriages
between robins and wrens, Cock Robin
told me lie would just as soon be con
sidered dead until after we are married,
when my family can make no oppo
sition."
There now, " Buid Mother Uooso turn
ing scornfully on the convention ao-
a users, "you see what harm you might
havo dono to innocent little Peter. Peter
you and Peggy shall have The Little Pie
That Went To Market for your supper,
and then return home again before it is
dawn, Tom Piper, bring back the pig
you stole. Put it in 'Peter's carriage
and whistle for the lion and the unicorn,
Good night, little Peter and little Peggy.
Come be sure come to our next con
vention iinil maybe you'll meet Cock
Robin there,"
"Yes, be wire ami come, littlo Peter ami
littlo Poirirv." hjid all llui other Motbxr
Goosers this time. And ih they whisked
through the wood with Jack Sprat lush
ing the lion and unicorn. Peter thonirlu
he heard a good uatured chuckle and
chirp alongside tho leafy path they were
siieedlng over. And h was right.
it was cock iiooin saying good night
to him from bit hiding place, ,
SHE SAILED AWAY FBOH PAPA.
Once upon a time there was a little girl
named Dorothy. She had been called
Dorothy just one year, fot up until she was
t yours old nobody seemed to know her
real name exaotly.
Some called her Pet, and some called
her Sweetheart, and mamma called her
Honey and papa called her Lamb. But
when she grew to be 5 years old she very
gravely asked papa and mamma what her
real name was, and when she found
out her real, true uaroo she wanted to
know more than ever why she was not
called it.
Papa and mamma only smiled and prom
ised her that by and by they would
surely see to it that she should be called
Dorothy. Butthoydidn'tdolt. Andwhllo
they were still calling her all tho other
names she didn't fancy, mamma died.
Dorothy was only n, but she made up
her mind to dp her very best to keep from
crying, and' especially 60 whon pa
took her in his arms aftor tho funoral and
said:
My little Lamb, we aro nil alone now-
just you and I alone in the world. You
are only a little girl, I know, but you ere so
very much like mamma that I know you
will bo brave and always feel that you and
papa are going to travel along the world's
road all right until you are grown up and
sorao one else can look after you like papa
does." i
"I don't need to grow up to do that,
papa." said Dorothy very earnently as
she stroked hen father's cheek. "If you'll
only call me Dorothy now, I'll be juBt tho
same as grown up, and we'll both do the
very beBt we can. Just call me Dorothy,
papa."
"Very well, Lamb, this is the last time
I shall call you anything but Dorothy.
But you won't mind lr once in a while I
may forget and you know, same as you
forget onoe in a whilo-and call you Lamb.
You will only have to remind me and I'll
stop calling you that way right there and
then."
There was a sad emilo on Dana's face
as he said this, and Dorothy, white a little
puzzled to understand why there should
be anything but n serious look in his
face, said quite seriouly :
Oh, 1 won t mind, paiia. if you foruet
once in a while. I'll remind you about it
and I'll understand."
It was right about this time that nana
began to bo moody. His doctor told him
it was too close attention to business,
but others said that he would nnvnr Im
the same aggressive man he had been
before mamma died; Finallr the doctor
told him he must go abroad for a lone tlm
and take a good rest at Carlsbad.
I d be a dead man In a week If T want
abroad land could not see my, little girl
every mgni ana morning, papa told the
doctors.
The doctors tried to persuade him that
he was mistaken, but he shook his head
very positively, and they could not get
nun io agree to go abroad in the way
they wished.
"Well," said the doctors at last, "there
is one thing sure, you have got to go
abroad. If there is no other way of in
ducing you to do what is best Tor you
then you'll have to take your little girl
along, although It does not seem right
to worry you with her care."
"She will be no worry to me," answered
papa briely, "and I shall prepare to start
on Saturday's steamer?"
You can believe that there waa a great
hustle and bustle to get Dorothy ready.
Papa himself could have started the next
day, but he wanted to make the very best
arrangements, as you may be assured,
for his little daughter. First he had
maids by the dozen; well, at least by the
half dozen, for he had money enough
to get that many buy enough for ten
little girls. Then he had all kinds of
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HI
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tilings that would please her on the way.
Will you believe It, ho had ner entire
play room of dolls put iu-fivu trunks and
sent down to the steamer.
But the hardest task of all was to get a
governess for her. Yes, indeed, that
was a job, I can tell you, He tried hero
and he tried there, but It did not. seem
passible to get just tho right one. At
last, however, liupa xplnctedone.atid they
arranged for her to como to the pier the
next Saturday nt half pat 12 o'clock,
for the boat started at I o clock.
Dorothy bade all the servants good-by
6
and dldnt they hug and kiss hsr and cry
over her as she got In papa's oar and was
whisked down w the pier. They got
there good and early and papa soon had
his little girl comfortable In her state
room right next to his. And all the
flowors and fruit and other things he got
cor nor; my, it was a wonder that the
ship didn't sink an tnoh lower in the
water because or their weight.
Pretty soon It came half past 12 and
the governess had not come. Papa
began to get anxious, and he brought
Dorothy from tho stateroom out to tha
rail that they might look down the pior
and be suro she was on the way. Five
minutes and then ten minutes went by,
but still the governess did not come.
"Just stay down in the stateroom a
while, Dorothy," said papa aa he led her
away from tho rail, "until I go down the
plor a way and see if I can find out what
keeps the governess.
"All right, papa," said Dorothy. "I'll
stay here until you como back, you may
be sure I will."
Ho papa hurried down the gangplank
and then on down tho pier until he got
very near to the Btreet. He could see
no sign of a taxlcab and he went out
into the middle of the street, eagerly look
ing up and down. The great steamer
blew Its whistle. Papa turned sud
denly to go back, having given up hope
of the governess coming. Just as he did
so an automobile In which sat the gov
erness came rapidly the other way,
speeding along in a terrible hurry to make
tho steamer, and struck him. He fell
to the ground, and immediately there was
an awful time.
Policemen ran up. Then they rang
for oi ambulance. The governess walled
that she would miss the steamer, but they
would not let her go until she had ex
plained all she knew about the accident.
All this time papa lay unconscious
So long did he remain that way that he
had been in the hospital many hours,
with the governess waiting for him to
recover consciousness, after the depar
ture of the big steamer. When he did
know where he was the boat on which
little Dorothy was sailing without papa
or governess was many, many miles out
on the broad ocean.
I better tell you now, so that you won't
worry, that Dorothy's papa was not
awfully hurt. Just enough to keep him
in the hospital nearly two days. And
you can imagine how worried he was.
Didn't he hurry as fast asj his automobile
would take him down to the wireless tele
graph station? And didn't he try to send
wireless after wireless to find out if Doro
thy was well and all right In every way?
But as much as ha tried and tried they
could not get tha boat, sand they could
not understand the reason why they
could not. So papa sent a cable to the
landing place of the big boat on the other
sldo of the ocean and told the steamship
officers there to take good on re of little
Dorothy when she arrived and that he
would not care at all how much money
they wanted to do ho.
Now in the meanwhile what do you
suppose Dorothy was doing? Maybe you
are almost as anxious as papa was but
that would be impossible, because you
know she was his own dear little daughter
and that makes a great difference in how
anxious you are and how much you love.
Why Dorothy sat and sat waiting for
papa long after the big steamer began
to move. She heard the pulling up of
the gangplank and tha voloes of the
officers aa they directed the starting of
the great boat down toward the sunlit
bay. But she waa perfectly calm yes,
every minute of the time, for you must
remember that she was sure that her
papa was the greatest and liest and
surest man in all the whole world, and
she knew that he would come for her
as he had promised and just as oertainly
as she hod promised to wait for him.
oDnnyf$ Complaint
I wish I was a animal,
A dog, er line, er bear,
Er great big fish, er else a bird,
An' fly up in the air ;
1 don't care jes' what kind it is
I'd even be a cat
I'm sick o' bein' a boy like me
Dere ain't no fun in dat.
By and by a bell rang and Dorothy
heard a man come along and say that
lunch was ready. But she never stirred.
She did not care so muoh for lunch if
papa was not there. Presently she
heard a man say:
"I tell you, steward, I don't know where
he con be, 1 haven't seen any suuh man
around,"
"But lie must ba around somswhtre,"
said the Hteward, "He bus paid for the
very Itestof care for his little daughter and
haa arranged that w shall always keep
aa 7 out Cor osr.nojnatUr whtra h it
A BATH IN CHOCOLATE LAKE
"Chocolate,"
Mrs. Cream,
said
"our"
Chocolate's mother,)
front yard Is cool
and shady, and you may run out there
and play. But remember, do not go
outside In the sun."
Chocolate Cream went out to play In
the shady front yard. She was a little
candy girl. She looked like this: Her
face was nice and brown, her teeth were
cream white, and she had on a lovely
smooth brown dress.
Johnny Lemon Drop lived across the
Btreet from Chocolate. He was a hardy
little lad.
"Hello, Choc," called Johnny, "coma
over and play ball with me."
The sun was shining brightly In
Johnny's yard, and It was very warm.
Chocolate Cream had hardly begun to
play before she felt n dreadful heavi
ness creeping over her.
"Oh, Johnny." she cried. "I must go
back to my own yard, where It Is cool ! "
But It was too late. She was too
weak to move, and Johnny, looking at
her In horror, saw that her form was
changing, and tho lovely brown was
running oft her face nud dress, leav
ing great patches of. white. Shu Was
melting!
Johnny did not feel the heat of tho
sun much because he was made of hard
stuff. He acted without a minute's de
lay. Rushing to Chocolate he tore her
by main force off tha pavement, to
which she was becoming fixed, and car
ried her to a cool spot In the shadow
of the house.
There he laid her down carefully and
ran Into the house to get some Ice
water. Ho came out with a pailful,
with which he deluged the unfortunate
Chocolate Cream, so that she soon be
gan to harden and became able to move
and speak.
Hut alas, all her beauty was gono!
Where she had been smooth and sym
metrical. she was now lumpy and un
even: and great patches of white showed
on her face and dress. When Choco
late Cream realized her plight she be
gan to cry bitterly.
on the ship. If he isn't around where
is his little daughter?"
"I'll -look in his stateroom, steward."
So that was the way they first came to
find out where Dorothy was. You should
have heard them when they first saw hor
and tried to get her to explain about
where her papa might be.
"I don't know where my papa is," she
answered very tersely. "He is around
somewhere. Just you hunt for him and
tell him Dorothy is still waiting for him
and if he is not very busy, you know,
Mr. Steward, not very busy she'd like
him to oome for her."
Well, you'd better believe there was
a scamper all over the Bhip to find papa.
They hunted here and they hunted there.
Finally all about It got to the captain.
And after it got to the captain it got
to the passengers. And then you may
be sure that tho good hearted ones
and there are ever so many good hearted
ones in this world, you can depend
they came to see Dorothy.
There was one good humorod looking
man with such a pleasant faced wife
who finally won Just a tiny corner of
Dorothy's confidence so that she was
willing to go down to dinner and talk
just a little talk at a time, witli a catch
of the breath now and then but mind
you, not a tear.
"We had a little girl Just like you, little
Dorothy," said the good humored man.
And then his wife sighed and took Dor
othyJn her arms.
"Whore is she now"? asked the child.
The husband and wife Just shook their
heads sorrowfully as they looked at each
other.
"Well," said Dorothy simply, "If you
haven't got her with you she must be
dead, Just like, maminii, becuuse papa
told inn that ho would die If he hud not
brought me. Now "
She looked anxiously around for the
first time. Then the good humored man
spoko up,
"Would you be awful frightened if you
knew pupa hud not got on the bout at ull,
Dorothy?"
"Not at all not the least bit fright
ened," said Dorothy, "but he told roe
I tell you what wc will do." cried
Jolinny, who was an adventurous lad.
"We will go to the Chocolate Luke, und
when you batho in thnt you will bo all
rlRht again.'"
So without more ndo they ret out for
the Chocolate Lake.
But suddenly Chocolate and Johnn
heard a tremendous noise as, if a glunt
were walking through tho wood. Johnny
turned as pale as fondant.
It's a Human Child!" he gasped. "If
he sees us we will be gobbled up."
Tho Child walked past without seeing
either our hero or heroine, who ware
pretty well relieved, "you may bo sure.
'ztt? wood soon begau to thin out and
after a whilo they reached the marshy
laud ut tho borders of tho lake. The
ground was spongy and they nank in it
over their choo tops, which mudo walking
difficult. Suddenly Chocolate Cream
shrank closo to Johnny.
Even Johnny was afraid for a minute
at the sight or a tall, whito, spooky figure
capering wildly about tho dark brown
oozy marshes. But in a Becond he
straightened up and threw out hi6 chest.
"Pshaw, ho isn't anything to be scared '
of," he said to Chocolato. "Look ut hlml
Ho's roado of marshmallowA."
"Pleuse. Mr. dliost,'' Chocolate called to
the spectre, emboldened nt tile 6ight,
"may I bathe in your lake?"
Thereupon tho speotre nodded his head
three times and said:
Chocolate wavelets nevnr smother
TIioko who tell their xlni to mother.
Upon hearing tills Chocolate Cream
pluoked up her courage and ran into the
lake and duoked herself all over, and
when she came out slio was all nice and
brown again except her teeth, which us
8bo had kept her mouth clotted were sllll
as white as cream. Thon she rolled on
the chocolate sand until nho was shapil,
and then she was ready In go home.
So she and Johnny after biddng good
by to tho speotre made thflr way bank
through the wood to Candy town, and.
glad thoy were indeed to get to their
own doorsteps.
he was coming back, and I don't under
stand. I know papa can do anything
he wants to do, for 1 heard one of thoso
you know, thoso Wall Street men, uy
papa always had things thu way ho wanted
them,"
"Well, Dorothy," said tho good humored
man, "papa is not here, but ho has a
good reason. He'll let you knowwall
about It in three or four days ut tho most.
He would let you know now, only they
cannot work tho wirelens toleprapli on tho
Bhip."
"I have hoard of that," said Dorothy
gravely. "And I know papa will let me
hear from him tho very miliuto ho can."
Well, now you can giiens thnt all the
way over to the F.nglish port tho cup
tain and tho steward and thu pahHengers
did not Ioho u chance to comfort littlo
Dorothy. That is, they tried to comfort
her, but thoy soon found tint sho did
not need it nltogothor, po supreme wns
hor confidence tliut sho would soon seo
hor father and that thero was certainly n
good reason why ho was not on tho ship.
I'liey could Interett her, but sho did noc
need to bo made forgot.
And when they arrived in England tlm
good humored muu and his wife after
they had talked withofllcorsund hud heard
or papa's cuble and thu accident und all
the reasons why ho had not been on the
boat and that ho would lie on the no.U
lxat, whv, they Just took Dorothy up
to their London lioimo and did their best
to amuse her until her father came.
When his ship was duu and they ha d
gono to the pier hours uhend with the
little girl shosuddenly cried: "Why, there's
my papal"
"Where?" asked tho good humored
man and his wife both together.
"Why, he's in that boat there," said
Dorothy, pointing to a launch that was
coming so fast toward tho plor that tho
Y.mur npuiHuou mgn over nor now.
Sure, enough, it was papa, too. He
could not enduro tho wait until the big
ship wns l)F.)iicht to the pier und he had
engaged a fast little launch to bear him
to shore quickly.
And when he ran up the pier and clasped
his little dnughter in his arms and hugged
her und kisniKl hor so many, many times
that you couldn't count them ull, whut do
vnu suppose tho good luinorcil man und
Ills wife heard before tlinv wern thanked
for their I; Indue' Well, 'this was it:
"Oh. my little Lamb, mv littlo limb.
to think I linvoyou safnln my urmsugainl"
"Pupa, you promised mo ono time
that you would never call me Lamb again."
