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ALL ABOUT OUR LITTLE FOLKS
"I sent for you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said the lady, "to get your advice with regard to my missing sister. She was an " '; . . ■- • .■:
"Pardon me," interrupted the nonchalant Holmes, "your sister was an actress, and a very good one, too. I see that from one of the clews on, the wall." . . ■
"Is It possible, Mr. Holmes, you can tell anything from these?". ''Yes, madam," replied Holmes; "the star there shows me she was a star, necessarily an actress and a good one. Moreover,
'I see by one of those five clews that she fortified herself with a meal before she left. Another clew tells me what meal it was. /rhere is a clew that' tells me what means she used' for leaving, and the
other clew tells me whom. she has gone to meet, so you need not feel uneasy." Do the clews in the picture tell you as much as they do Sherlock Holmes? .The clews are right before -your eyes. . AH that you
need to do is to flnd what' they mean. ' ' . ' , ■ .' . ,'
Danger That Threatened the .
Settlement of Holmes Hole
SINCE early morning the little set
tlement of Holmes Hole had been
In a tremor of excitement Any
attempt . at the ordinary occupations
of the day had long since been aban
doned. Shops were closed, or left to
the care of children, while a crowd
gathered before the door of the town
No one seemed to know what danger
threatened. It. was enough to arouse
fear that a British ship rode at anchor
In the harbor and an officer had that
morning* come ashore and proceeded
straight to the house of the nearest
selectman, and that now the three sel
ectmen of the town sat behind closed
doors in the inn ordinary of Allen's
tavern, while the crowd outside ques
tioned and trembled.
"Perhaps he , came to warn us that
the town was to be fired upon,", sug
gested a woman, clutching her baby to
; "This comes of your foolish setting
up of liberty poles," growled Hathwell,
who was known to be a king's man and
had predicted swift disaster to the
Colonials. . . . . , ,
"The pole had nothing to do with the
matter,' for, defenceless as we are, we
rightly flew no flag to invite disaster."
• "Such prudence has availed nothing."
persisted Hathwell, ■ "for I, while
watching the boat come ashore, saw
the 'officer point toward your liberty
pole."' ■ • • ' ' •'
Inside the tavern Shobal Cottal, Dea«
con Stephen ' Luce and Henry Allen
were so deep" in discussion of the mat
ter, before them' that they did not hear
the 'light click of a girl's heels on the
enclosed 'stairway which led from the
inn. • ordinary '■ to the floor above, ' nor
were they aware that through a crack
In the - doorway some one was peeping
'and 'listening, •
"It Is easy to object to what I have
done and to say that I have exceeded
my right as moderator, ' but there was
'no choice allowed us. The king's officer
put it 'thus: -'Three guineas for "your
pole,- which jwe need to splice a broken
spar, or i we take it anyway.' --So l
closad the bargain' with the English
man, and • tomorrow at' early' morn' he
comes ashore to take the pole." -
fAllen pushed 1 ' the money"; indignantly
aside. "It is like the price of blood,*^
he cried, scornfully. "You ure a second
Judas, deacon, to sell the very symbol
of our liberty, and that to reinforce a
disabled enemy." .
r The deacon flushed angrily.. "It Is
(fine to talk, of liberty, but what could
we do against British guns? If you
have not life wherein to enjoy liberty,
■mall good. will It do you." .
"Out you could have answered him
. that though you would not sell the
pole, neither would the townsfolk offer
Iny resistance to his taking It"
"But. Sbobal, expostulated the thrifty
deacon, "three guineas will set another
pole in its place."
Shobal shook his head doubtfully. It
did not seem to him that another pole
would be the same. He recalled the en
thusiasm of a fortnight ago; how it
had been dragged by the people to
Manter hill, and into the hole dug to
receive it they had poured every leaf of
tea from every cupboard in town; how
they had watched It lifted to its place
amid the cheers of the crowd. |
"Well, the deed is done and cannot
be undone. Tomorrow the king's men
come for the pole, and I have thought,
seeing that there are some hot bloods
among us, that it were as well to say
nothing of this -matter." It was the
deacon who spoke.
"But half the people of the town now
stand at the door and will not go until
they are satisfied that no harm <s
threatened," objected Allen. '
"I will go out and speak with them.
I will say that the ship merely lies In
our' harbor for repairs and tomorrow
the men will come ashore for mater
A 'few minutes later, while Stephen
Luce stood outside making his lame ex
planation to the people, the girl at tho
door, utterly shameless as to her eaves
dropping/ran softly up the, stairway
end rinto ' the room where " her » friend,
Maria Allen, sat as she had left her ten
minute* earlier, busy at her knltlng.
"La Polly Daggett, I thought you
gone. this long time," she cried as the
girl pushed the door together and stood
with her back agalnatlt.
"Maria, I could tell why the Unicorn
lies at anchor in our harbor, and why
her captain came ashore to speak with
Deacon Luce." Polly's air wai one of
Maria gave btr bead a to»«. «j can
LOS ANGELES HERALD SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT.
tell as much myself, having Just with
drawn my head from hearing the dea
con tell the town folk." •
Polly looked scornful. "If . you an-1
the people believe that milk arid water
tale — well, I know its untruth; for I
know the shame and disgrace that these
British would put upon us, and though
but a girl I can yet outwit Deacon Luce
and foil King George," concluded th«
girl with a dramatic flourish.
Polly Daggett, seated on a sandstone
slab in the graveyard, gazed petulantly
at her two allies.
"Good lack! but I had given over ex
pecting you. Why are you so tardy?"
Parnell Manter gave a shiver of dis
gust as she looked about. '.'I wish,
Polly, that you had chosen " another
meeting place," she said. ,
"It would be impossible to find a
better. When one conspires it' should
be In the open; for walls have ears.'. 1
Polly's eyes snapped with excitement.
Maria gave a scornful sniff. "You
are forever play acting, Polly, and I
think we: are too old for such child's
folly. I will be sixteen my next birth
day," and Maria assumed the grown
up air which she had much affected 1 of
"Child's play, indeed! . It.i s more
the work of men and patriots," cried
Polly, indignantly. "I have little lik
ing for your mincing ways, Maria; you
will I please keep them for those who
know you less well"— , ■ - ,-,.■■
."If we came to this grewsome place
only to quarrel I will be going," inter
posed Parnell, who was always ' peace
maker between these two. • . ■ ■ \ ; ■
- This' brought hostilities •to an end,'
and in a minute three heads were close
together listening to a talk and a plan
which' made Polly thrill,- Maria hesi
tate and Parnell shrink. . . ■■ . ,»..
"You listened |at doors, Polly Dag
gett," accused Maria when Polly fin
ished. ■ :
"And would again right gladly to
prevent so great a disgrace," main
tained Polly sturdily.
"But even if we could do as you
planned how can we get to the spot,
alone at night and unknown to'any
body?" objected Parnell. *
"That is most simple and I have al
ready arranged it I went .: to j Mme.
Croft's and said if It would please them
that we would be glad to watch to
night with her sick sister. Mother re
proved me only this morning because I
did not do my part in caring for our
sick neighbors. , She will be pleased
to see that her words have had effect,"
Polly concluded demurely. ■
"In fact, you have taken my coun
sel and ' ParnelJ'B for granted without
so much as giving us a word |to aay,"
snapped Maria, still Inclined to mu
"That I did, for I believed that no
girl In the colonies having such a
chance would be other ■ than glad to
grasp It." This put an end to further
"Where will we get the needed
things T"' questioned Parnell.
•'Leave that to me. I will bring au
ger and powder,' only do you' go to
Mine. Croft's at eight thia evening." !
If Id the night torn* wakeful penon
heard a muffled explosion, he but lis
tened' an uneasy moment and turned
again. to sleep, and not until the next
morning did he know its cause, when
the whole town 'gathered "■ about" th>
wrecked liberty pole. In the center of
the group stood the three apprehensive
selectmen and the angry officer of the
Unicorn. In vain did Deacon Luce as
sert ; his innocence, his ignorance of
the offender; in vain did he assure the
officer that, he had even kept the sale
of the pole a secret for fear of some
such happening. "It weir nigh looks
as if a bolt from heaven had done this
thing," he concluded lamely, when no
better explanation could be found.
'"Lightning does not fall from a clear
sky, neither does it Bplit from .the bot
tom up, nor have P ever known, it to
make, such clever use of bit and auger,"
returned the Englishman dryly. "If
this is the honesty of the colonists, it is
time the ■ king's troops teach them a
lesson. You sold me the spar and took
Brave Hunter Who Went Forth to Shoot
.What, tram* U hidden in th« ioie»t th*t the huntuman do«« not «ceT , It h* only vii a batter observer be might find
many tbinjs iUdUonlu tb» tor«»t. B»« what you c»n nud l»y looking- elo««sly.'
payment for it, and this is the state
in which you deliver it."
Then the deacon, who had borne
much browbeating from both sides, lost
temper and discretion 1 ai a stroke.' ;
He flung the three guineas on the
ground. "There lies your money, take
it for we are honest men and do not
take payment for goods not delivered;
nevertheless, I thank Providence that
there was one among us who had pa
triotism to do this deed," and the irate!
deacon^marched ■ off high headed, leav
ing the British' officer and- his men to
return to their ship empty handed; but
nobody breathed quite freely In the
town until an hour or |so later, when
they saw the last sail set and the ship
moved slowly, out of the harbor...,^ .
N. B. — A liberty pole bearing a bronze
tablet with the name of the three girls
inscribed J thereon stands about where
the old one stood '■'. in the ■ town now
known as Vineyard '■ Haven.
Prize Stories Written by
The Herald's Young Folks
ALMA ELLINOSON, 1200 East Van
Buren street, Phoenix Ariz., Class
NOB.MA OTTO, 80« Cummlngs
street, Lob Angeles, Class B, $2.00.
MARY HALLICY, Talbert, Cai.,
Clasß C, $1.00.' -Vy &*<:
JOtfN JUNIOR'B APOTHEOBIB
By Alma Elllngson— Ago 16 Years-
."I Bay that John Jr. must and Bhall
become a minister," Miss Prue, com
•presslng her thin lips, said, leaving
no apparent hope to the contrary.
"I fear. he is not adapted. to the min
istry," John Jr.'B mother ventured ever
"Adapted! Fiddlesticks!" sneered
Miss Prue. "John Jr.'s' great grand
father, his grandfather, and his father
in turn were ministers. It would be
a Bhame to sever a link In this pro
gressing theology chain. And besides,
now Blnce dear brother John is dead—"
Miss Prue set out on an exploring trip
Into her capacious pocket In search of
a handkerchief, but falling to flnd the
desired article, she let fall a few dry
tears on a stocking of John Jr.'B which
was lh"the process of being darned,
"I think it Is our duty to carry out his
last wish -for his son."
"Mrs. Bryan, please, what does mln
•sters do 'sides scream at you In
church?" The unexpected interruption
came from the cook's ' little daughter,
Isabelle, who stood in the doorway,
munching a cookie.
John Jr.'s mother, with an amused
smile, answered the child. "They say
comforting things at people's funerals
and visit the people, and marry peo
ple " '
"What's the use when the people Is
dead? No mln'ster never visited me.
But honest square. I'm awful glad
John Jr.'s goln' to be one 'cause then
he'll marry me of course, but then he
says he's goln' to do that anyhow.
Goody!" The little maid was about to
depart to assure John Jr. of his suit,
when Miss Prue's deft hand caught
her pinafore and silently seated the
astonished Isabelle on a stiff chair and
bade her "learn by heart" the twelfth
chapter of Proverbs.
With a sharp look of reproof into
the twinkling eyes of John Jr.'s young
mother, Miss Prue continued in her
usual rasping voice: "Florence, what
nobi'ar 'pedestal in life would you wish
your son to ascend than to become a
fisher of men?" _,
There was a dangerous quiver in her
voice as John Jr.'s exceedingly young
mother approached the door, saying,
"If you please, Prue, we will defer our
discussion until John Jr. is a little
more advanced in years, at least until
his opinion concerning the matter has
Miss Prue, standing in the doorway,
watched : her sister-in-law hurrying to
the grape arbor from whence a few mo
ments later! peals of laughter Issued.
The horrified Miss Prue muttered, "The
feelingless young puppet! And to think
her own husband has been in his grave
but eight months and seventeen days."
There was a faint rustle beneath' a
barbed wire fence over which was sta
tioned, as guard a large white placari
on which was printed in bold red let
ters, "No Trespassing Allowed." . ,
The aforesaid noise was made by a
certain John Jr. and his followers.
When the marauders had arrived safely
within the precinct of the "enchanted
land" their chief, namely John Jr.,
produced from ' the bottom of his shirt
as many sugared cookies plus ' one as.
there were followers.
• Solemnly leading the way to a stream
'which threaded Its watery way In and
out among the trees, John Jr. made hi"
little company take the following!
"Honest and true,
Black and blue,
Lay me down .
And cut me In two—
If I tell who hooked this cookie from
old maid Prue." While the fateß, watch - s
ing John Jr., exultantly cast his line
into the clear water, . murmurered:
"A fisher, but alas, not like Simon*
Peter." . r
OUR SUMMER HOUSE
By Norma Otto — Age, 13 Ye«r»7-
One bright summer day four girls in Eg
our' neighborhood decided that we
would like to have a little summer
house. So we put up a bamboo framed |
After we had that done, we planted [ j
some seeds of a little vine all around ' ;
it. ' We carefully watered : the / seeds I
every day. By and by the little green,
sprouts peeped up.
O! my, how happy we were;:- The'*'
sprouts grew, larger and larger ■ day* &
after day, until they had covered the ,;
whole frame, only leaving enough room
for .us to walk. In , ■;'
Now the next thing was to furnish I
the summer house but that could; be K :
easily t done. '; We' each had separate ',"
chairs which we" contributed, j A table
in the middle and a little case where .
we kept our books completed the fur- .
Every afternoon when we came home'
from school we always went Into our .;
little house. Our good mothers alway* ' : '£
provided us with a dainty little lu'nch.T?:
when we had a little party and would 4
Invite several of our friends.: fUz***'*
By Mary Halllcy— Age 12 Years—
The rain was fajiing in torrents out
doors, while inside 'was a bright warm'
fire. Tommie Lee sat : by the window "]
looking outside. When all of a sudden
he saw a fly on the window pane. Up',
went his chubby fingers; to catch that'
little fly. When he caught It, . the fly
said: "Please let me go." - . . •
"Let you go, you good for .nothing',
fly? you are not a -good little fly,"
replied Tommie. .. '
"You are a bad, .bad boy," answered!
the fly. ■.'..'• ■■•■' -,•.;; i,U
"I am not. I do not say bad- words;
or .hurt my little sister or tell^un- '
truths,", said Tommie. ' -..!.»■,-!
"Maybe not, but you hurt little flies. '
"I can do something you . cannot,"
said the fly. "I can walk up and down
the walls." % . ..!,,;
"Let me see you," said Tommie. ";■;
Wide open flew those chubby fingers i
and the fly was free at j last.', jUp j the
•wall the fly went, and back again.:'
"That is wonderful," said Tommie. >j T
Tommie understood , and said '.• he .
would not hurt flies any more.. ■■ ' ;
"You won't get a chance to hurt me," J
and away flew the fly. • .".'. v •':•
MILE A MINUTE TRAVEL
Only Two,. Days - Between : New^.York
and San Francisco ,
| With faster long-dlstance'tralnß^than;^
were ever before run, ■ in : the /regular c
course of business in the United States.
clipping hours off old records ' between H
New York and Chicago,' a mile a mlnuts^;
on , a', railroad Is ' a commonplace^ butj
how many passengers realize what that
rate of speed would mean if It could be.
maintained . indefinitely? A .'. Imlle ;"'a •
minute would cross the continent from l ;
New York to San Francisco ;in V, two I"
days. It would girdle the earth at the'^
equator in sixteen days. At that speed
a passenger might ride from Cleveland '
to Los Angeles in two . days. Three -
would take him to Central America, 1 ,. A '
week .would land him at Cape Horn' or",
in the Philippines. . The long Journey to
India would be only a nine-day .wonder.'-"
Even the moon would be less than six
months distant.' ' The full Import of the B
general development of means of trans- 1
portatlon which would make such speed i
possible, on or over land and sea alike,"-,
can hardly be imagined.- It. would knit
the world together as it has never yot '
been united.' And the globe, bo greatly
shrunken for purposes of . travel an>l >
trade, would perforce be more neigh
borly, better acquainted, less prone toV'
quarrel. It would . also be far richer,
more comfortable and prosperous, . be
cause all lands would then minister to
the well-being of each.
Ins and Outs
"What's that noise?" aaked the vis
itor in the apartment house.
"Probably some one : in the , dentist's
rooms on. the 'floor' below getting* a
tooth out," Bald the host. '■
"J Jut It seems to come from ; the
floor . above."
"Ah, then it's probably the Popley's
baby getting a tootn In."— Philadelphia