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"Life's skies are soft and clear and blue,
Life's fields with treasures teeming;
O'er fruits and flowers of varied hue
Life's golden sun is streaming."
—Professor A. N. Barret.
Another week of vacation! Happy
boys and girls! Think of it! Time in
this lovely golden season to wander
through brilliant woods, to listen to the
sweet music of chirping cricket and rust
ling leaf, and to watch the frisky, chatter
ing squirrel as he leaps from bough to
bouch busily gathering acorns and nuts
for his winter food.
When your happy little time is over
come back to work again with your hearts
as well as your hands filled to overflow
ing with treasures rare from generous na
Several letters and stories written on
both sides of the paper were received dur
ing the past week. Piease remember not
to do that. Write only on one 6IDE or
YOCR PA FEB.
Marie Chesworth. — Your stories are both
quite good, but too long. Try a short
Bvj Bessie V. Taylor.
What times the girls had deciding what
kind of a club to form ! Lillian and Daisy,
who always shared thoir secrets, were puz
zling their curly heads over it wnen a
merry-faced boy marched in.
"We've just been having the jolliest
time; why didn't you come when I waved
"Well, we did want to," Lillian an
swered, "but we were thinking of some
thing. Oh, Bert, do tell us what to do.
We girls want to get up a little club."
Brother Bert could not fail them now,
so after looking serious for a moment he
said, "Why not try a glee club? Just
meet at each other's homes and make
caudy or popcorn. We boys might join
as honorary members and help dispose of
Just tnen the doorbell rang and the next
moment their friend Myrtle came in.
Bert gave her his chair and after the
general greetings she exclaimed, "I be
lieve I have hit on a plan, girls. Down at
Clare we had a little society and made and
sold things for poor people — "
"A capital idea!" interrupted Bert, "if
you don't have a glee club I am sure a
home mission would be just the thing.
You could surely make some mittens by
"Now, Bert Curtiss," exclaimed Lillian,
"ii you are so bound to bother us we'll go
"So sorry to leave you, ladies," Bert re
plied with much gravity, "but really I
must go. Here's success to the newly
formed Home Mission for the Needy!"
and waving his hat he bowed and leit the
The girls laughed, but were soon ear
nestly discussing their plans. Mrs. Cur
tiss came in unnoticed, but finding them
talking so earnestly she quietly closed the
On the following Wednesday, when the
boys were out playing again, "I say,
Bert," cried Ralph Fay, "what's going on
at your house? Are the girls having a
"I guess not Why?"
"Well, I've seen six or eight go in sin^e
"Oh 1" and Bert gave a low whistle, "I
suppose that is the new club."
After supper that night Lillian told her
father ail about the club and its officers.
"0/ course we had to have a president, so
we all voted for Myrtle; then we chose
Cora for secretary and I am treasurer."
Lillian noticed a twinkle in papa's eye,
so she added: "You see we have officers
like any society."
"I suppose, father," Bert said, "that
they will want to keep their money in
your safe next.'' *
"No," explained Lillian, "I have a place
for that. Each of us pays 5 cents a week,
and we have 50 cents already. I know,
papa," Lillian continued, "Bert doesn't
think we'll do anything, but he'll find
he's mistaken. I'll tell you next Wednea
day what we are planning. Now we are
making little holders to sell."
"I think," said mamma, "that the girls
are beginning well, and may ba a real
help to some one if they keep on."
"We shall try," Lillian answered, and
getting her good-night kisses she went up
to her room.
• * • •
That same night another little girl took
her good-night kiss much earlier, and by
this time was fast asleep. Her mamma
sat near her in their scantily furnished
room, and looked sadly at the face of the
"I£ I could only get it," she was think
ing, "but I cannot afford it for a year or
so: then, perhaps, that little ankle will be
so weak that even a good brace would not
help it." and she wiped away the tears
that would come as she thought of the
days when this room had been so differ
i ent — the days before the death of Addie's
father. Now they were so lonely. Addle
was the only child, and the thought that
she might be lame added many a heart
At school the little girl was a general
favorite, and Miss Fay, her teacher, who
noticed how the weak little ankle turned
at every step, talked kindly to her about
it, and secretly wished that she might help
the child, yet saw no way to do it.
However, she told Mrs. Curtiss about it
one day. "I am sure she could be helped,"
Lillian's mother had answered. "I am
going to the city this week, and shall
ascertain what can be done."
The following Wednesday the girls met
as usual, and were a little surprised when
Mrs. Curtiss came in, and said if they
were willing, she would present a little
plan to them.
She then told them of a recent visit with
Miss Fay to a certain tiny home, and ex
plained their intention of getting a. brace
for Addie. "Oh, Mrs. Curtiss!" Myrtle
exclaimed, "you mean that we may help.
How glad we shall all be !"
Mrs. Curtiss sruiied. "I am not a mem
ber of the club," she said, "so please ex
cuse me now."
Wasn't that club pleased with the idea!
Of course each one agreed with the presi
dent that it was a splendid idea.
"Now your brother Bert and Ralph will
see that we are in earnest," Daisy cried to
I need not tell you all the ways in
which the club raised the money, only
this: Mrs. Curtiss got the brace and the
girls paid for it, earning the whole
It is hard to tell who had the most
pleasure out of it. Addie and her mother
felt the deepest of gratitude, but the girls
all declared that they never enjoyed any
thing quite so much as their work, in what
Bert called their "Home Mission."
By I. M. J?obbir\s.
WHAT THEY SAW.
It was built of granite, with numerous
windows, and broad marble steps leading
up to a wide entrance. What had been a
fine cupola sat upon the top of the build
ing, keeping watch over tne surrounding
country. Now, part of the walls were
fallen, some of the steps gone, and the
whole place was in a state of decay.
"How shall we get in?" asked Alice
Burton, "those steps are not safe, and the
windows are too high for us to reach,
besides — "
"Never mind, Alice," broke in her
brother, "I know how to get in. Follow
me," and off he trotted in such haste that
bis companions were forced to run in or
der to keep up with him.
Around at the back of the house he
stopped beside a small door, which was
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1896.
plainly visible. It stood partly open, and
they saw a dark passage beyond.
"Snail we have to go through there?"
asked Dotty, shuddering.
"Yes; now, girls, don't be afraid."
As they entered they all felt a trifle
"creepy," for the place was gloomy and
the air damp.
At last they came to a flight of dark
winding stairs. Ascending these they
found themselves in a spacious hall, with
doors opening on all sides, and to the left
aeain rose another flight of stairs.
Looking around they discovered four
large and two smaller rooms upon this
floor, connected by narrow doors and hav
ing long windows.
After peering into all the corners they
visited the old and weather-beaten cupola.
It consisted of a large room, having eight
sides, each containing a window.
"Oh! what a splendid view," cried Bes
sie, springing to one of the windows, and,
indeed, v was. On the right Jay Wood
land, snug and quiet, peacefully reposing
amid its many trees, with the smooth
waters of the bay dotted here and there by
the snowy sails of many boats and shining
like a great mirror of glass in the dis
On the left Lynne loomed up, while
toward the back rose the lofty foothills, ]
with tbe tmoke from many farmhouses
rising and c irling in graceful wreaths
through the air, and everything blue, green
and gold in the warm glow of the sunlight.
Far below a noisy little puffing engine
I ran by screeching and screaming, as if
with much satisfaction to itself. Its noise
mingled strangely with t';e glad son^s of
the merry birds that flew in and out,
busily engaged in building their neats in
the old rooms, and not at all seeming to
mind the presence of the visitors, who
were awed and quieted by the sublimity
of the scene spread before them as they
stood in the old tower of the " haunted
Ten little children standing in a line,
"F-u-l-y, fully," then there were nine.
Nine puzzled faces, fearlul of their fate,
"C-i-1-l-y, silly," then there were eight.
Eight pairs of blue eyes, bright as stars of
'B-u-s-s-v, busy," then there were seven.
Seven grave heads, shaking, in an awful fix,
"L-a-i-d-y, lady," then there were six.
Six eager darlings, determined each to strive,
"D-u-t-i-e. duty," then there were five.
Five hearts so anxious, beating more and more,
"S-o-o-H-a-r, scholar," then there were four.
Four mouths like rosebuds on a red rose tree,
"M-e-r-y, merry," then there were but three.
Three pairs of pink ears, listening keen and
"O-n-1-e-y, oniy," then there were two.
Two sturdy laddies, ready both to ran,
"T-u-r-k-y, turkey," then there was one.
One head of yellow hair, bright in the sun,
"H-e-r-o, hero" — the spelling-match was won.
— New Orleans Picayune.
<|)Wca ly M<j ibo^v
Herman Hutter and Charles Whitman
of Missoula, armed with rifles and accom
panied by a deerhound, one day went uj
the Rattlesnake River in quest of ame.
They climbed the mountains to the Jeft of
the stream and separated, taking opposite
sides of the ridge in hopes of bagging a
deer. Whitman came down the Rattle
snake side, and soon after separating from
his companion he slipped and fell, sliding
some 200 feet down the mountain side.
He vainly tried to stop himself by digging
into the snow with his bands and clutch
ing at brush and saplings till, just as he
was about to fall over the cliff into the
Rattlesnake, some forty feet below, he
clasped a strong sapling with one hand
and was left dangling in the air over the
precipice. By a strong effort he got his
arm round' the sapling, and grasping his
wrist with the disengaged band heawaited
his inevitable fall. Tbe dog, seeing his
master slip, followed him to the edge of
the cliff and whined piteously. Suddenly
he dashed off over the hill and disap
peared. When nearly exhausted Whit
man heard his companion, Hutter, above
him, coming to his assistance. He gath
ered renewed courage and held on desper
ately till Hutter came and rescued him.
Hutter says that the dog came up to him
and aei/.ed hold of his clothing, whining.
He turned upon him and the dog ran off.
Repeating the strange maneuver, Hutter
suspected that something was wrong and
followed the dog to Whitman's rescue. —
" No, no I" said Uncle Silas
To puzzled little May,
Who brought her slate and asked for help
In her most winsome way.
" I know that long division
Is any thins; but fun.
But use your brains or lose 'em
Is the rule, my little one.
" Come, see this little scale bug,
Right here beneath my glass,
I'll tell you, If you'll listen,
How it came to such a pass.
" It had a. head once ana some legs,
And traveled to and fro,
In the gamiest sort of fashion,
Where'er it wished to go.
" And within its little cranium
It had ideas, too,
It wanted this or that, and then
Looked hard for it, like you.
'• But it never made its living
In an honest sort of way,
It sucked the juices from the tree-
Stole its groceries, you 'might say.
" Let the peach-tree pump its water,
The lasy little mite!
In short, was good for nothing,
Like any parasi te.
' Then it idler grew and sleepier,
Curled up each dumpy leg,
And, to use a common figure,
Hung itself up on a peg.
" Gave up walking, gave up thinking,
Gave up eating, too, at last,
And then its dreadful, dreadful fate
O'ertook it sure and fast.
" Its legs Rrew small and smaller
Till it hadn't any left,
And its head kept shrinking, shrinking
Till it was of that bereft.
" Then it grew an ugly little lump,
Headless, footless, as you see,
A fe*rful, fearful warning,
Little one, to you and me.
" Oh, let us use our hands and heads
Lest we should ever come
To the most melnncholy end
Of this Lecaniuml
" Work out your own hard problems
And wait upon yourself,
And never while you live at all
Be laid upon the shelf I"
M. H. Field.
The want of cordial feeling between
France and Germany makes itself appar
ent on all occasions. A German periodical
describes a little scene at the dinner-table
of a Swiss hotel, where a Frenchman and
a German sat opposite each other.
"You are a Frenchman, I suppose,"
said the German, when the meal was half
"Yes," was the reply; "but how did
you find it out?"
"Because you eat so much bread," said
Then there was silence till dinner was
nearly done, when the Frenchman said:
"You are a German, I presume?"
"lam; but what made yon think so?"
"Because you eat so much of every
thing," was the amiable retort.
■ • « •
"Well, Johnnie," said the visitor, "I
suppose you'll begin going to school again
"Do you like eoing to school?"
"Yes; it's staying there after I get there
that I don't like."— Harper's Round Table.
A teacher said to a little girl at school:
"If a naughty girl should hurt you, like a
good girl you would forgive her, wouldn't
"Yes, ma'am," she replied, "if I couldn't
Who will name it and compose a little
rhyme about it?
Bvj OliVe Heyderv
HOW POPPY LEABNED NOT TO MIND.
When we first had the doggie George
tausht him to mind.
He was so round and fat that when he
ran he rolled all over himself, but he
was very bright and George soon taught
him to carry a stick. He would speak to
puppy and throw a little stick across the
porch and Mr. Doggie would waddle after
it and take it back to him.
Alice and I thought it was cute and we
would try to make him do it for us.
George said we would spoil him, because
whenever he. wouldn't mind us and
"acted" we would pick him up and hug
bim. That isn't tue ri.ht way to do, and
I hope it you ever try to train a dog you
will be firm and make him mind.
The puppy soon got so he would try to
make us iaugh by running away with the
stick, and by barking at it and dancing
around it with his head on one side and
his big ears napping over his eyes.
He always obeyed George quite well, but
that young man refused to teach him to
do tricks just as soon as we began to spoi
him. The way the little fellow did not
mind us was funny. If we called him to
us he would run off, or else roll over and
over on the ground and wave his feet in
the air. If we tried to send him after a
stick he would climb up into our laps.
When we wished him to lie still he would
bite our shoes and pull our clothes, and
when we were in for a romp he would lie
down and wink and blink at us, as though
he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open.
Altogether he was a cunning but very
naughty little doggie.
JWo Qood Recipes.
1 cup of molasses, % cup of butter (gen
erous), I} 4 cups of flour (scant), 1 egg, J^
teaspoonful soda dissolved in a little hot
water, y % teaspoonful ginger. Hot water
with soda dissolved in it stirred into the
For children allowed any form of sweets,
this gingerbread is the simplest the writer
has ever found.
QUICK MOLASSES CANDY.
1 cup molasses, % cup sugar, 1 teaspoon
ful vinegar, 1 oiece of butter the size of a
nutmeg. Boil fifteen minutes. — Baby
Not a few well-authenticated anecdotes
go to show that even the people who en
joy the advantages of travel are often
A lady who baa recently returned from
a Mediterranean trip says that as the ship
was leaving the harbor of Athens a well-
dressed lady passenger approached the
captain, who was pacing the deck, and.
pointing to the distant hills covered with
snow, asked, "What is that white stuff on
the hills, captain?"
"That is snow, madam," answered the
"Now is it really?" remarked the lady.
"I thought so, but a gentleman just told
me it was Greece."
TRYING TO WHISTLE.
Joey puckered bis little mouth to whistle,
His month so sweet ana rosy and small,
But a smile crept out from a sunny dimple,
Straightened the pucker and spoiled it all.
— Youth's Companion.
THE LETTER BOX
A rmona, Kings County.
Dear Editor: I am a boy 12 years of age. I
live on a farm and go to school and I am in
the seventh grade. We take The Call and
like it very much. I enjoy reading the chil
dren's page. I am a Republican. I wish I
were a man and a good speaker. Then I would
stump the State for William McKinley. Your
friend, Johnny Ellena.
San Francisco, Oct. 7, 1896.
Dear Editor: I have seen many letters in
The Call, and I thought I would write one,
too. I am in the fifth grade. My
teacher's name is Miss Crogan. We
have been taking The Call for about two
years. I like to read the children's page very
much, i am 10 years old. I will close now.
I remain your friend.
Berkeley, Cal., Oct. — , 1896.
Dear Editor Children's Page : My father has
taken The Call for twenty-one years and
although I am only 12 years old I have read
the .paper ever since I was old enough to read.
I even learned the alphabet Jrom your paper.
I am a Berkeley girl and always wish to live
We have a beautiful beach, and yesterday
being a holiday my friend Fannie and I en
joyed a bath in the salt water. People say the
water is warmer here than at Monterey or
Santa Cruz, for the bay is sheltered; and then,
too, the warm waters of the San Joaquin and
Sacramento rivers flow into it
This is the first letter I ever sent to a paper.
I trust it will not meet its fate in the waste
basket. Your constant reader,
Ruth A. Peterson.
CA6TBOVILLE, Cal., Aug. 1, 1896.
Dear Editor: I have read a great many let
ters in The Call, but have never seen any
from Castroville, so I shall try and write a few
lines to you.
I like the Children's Realm very much and
read the letters and stories. Igo to the Lake
School and am in the F class or sixth grade.
I live in the country five miles from Castro
ville and have three brothers and one sister.
Our farm consists of 140 acres, most of which
is covered with apple trees. About twenty
acres of it is waste land.
Salinas is our county seat and the Salinas
River is the longest one in Monterey County.
Our schoolhouse is on the road leading from
Salinas to Watsonville. I huve a dog and a
cat for pets and lam 12 years old. I nope my j
letter is not too long. Your true reader,
Watsonvillk, Cal., Sept. 30, 1892.
Dear Editor: 1 never wrote a letter to any
newspaper, although I am 15 years old. My
father has neVer taken The Call, but I have
read it at different places and was much
pleased with it. I live in Monterey County
and I am going to the Lake District School.
There are thirty-six pupils and we have a good
teacher too. Well, I guess I will have to close
as I can't think of anything else to write.
Your new friend, Moet Hambley.
San Francisco, Oct. 4, 1896.
Dear Editor: lam 7 years old. I go to the
Moulder School. My teacher's name is Miss
Franks. My papa takes The Call and likes it
very much. Hoping to see this in next Sun
day's paper I remain your little friend,
San Francisco, Cal., Oct. 6, 1896.
Dear Editor: I am a little girl, 7 years old,
and I am going to try to write you as nice a
letter as I can, because I have never written to
I have two sisters and two brothers. I com
posed this little verse myself, and hope you
will like and publish it in your paper :
Two little hands, so soft and so white,
This the left and this is the right;
Five little chubby fingers on each,
With which I can hold a plum or a peach,
And when I get as big as you
Lots of things my hands can do.
Your little friend, Bessie Konklb.
Watsonville, Cal., Oct. 1, 1896.
Dear Editor: I have been reading the chil
dren's page and enjoy it very much. Igoto a
country school, but should like to go to a city
school. I live about eight miles from town,
where my papa goes to town very often, but I
go only during vacation. lam 15 years old.
I have not missed nor been tardy this term,
which opened in August. I think our school
will close in November. I have a pet kitten
and a pet chicken. On Sundays Ido not stay
at home very much. My papa's health is very
poor. He owns a farm of twenty-one acres. I
have one brother and one sister. My brother
is 21 and is not married, but my sister is. She
lives about four miles from our farm, and I
enjoy spending a few weeks with her during
vacation. From your friend. May Ralph.
Mill Valley, Cal., Oct. 6, 1896.
Dear Editor: This is my first letter to The
Call. I read the Children's Page and I like to
read the letters and try to get the puzzles. I
do not get the answers right sometimes, but I
guessed four to-day and hope they are correct.
I go to the Mill Valley School and am in the
sixth grade. My teachers name is Mr. Coun
tryman. I like Mill Valley very much. Next
week is vacation. I hope to see my letter pub
lished in Childhood's Realm.
San Francisco, October 2, 1896.
I go to the Spring Valley Grammar School.
I visited the fair twice, and am sorry it can't
be held during the whole year.
I wonder why Li Hung Chang did not come
to Ban Francisco 1 Is it true he was afraid of
I think your paper is the best In the City. I
am your little reader, Hazel Abbahamson.
Lincoln, Cai., September 26, 1896.
Dear Editor: lam the only little girl in Lin
coln who writes to The Call, and I think the
cLildren's page is very nice. The Examiner
has a boy's and girl's page, too, but I think it
is not half so good as The Call's.
School commenced September 7, and I am in
the fourth grade. My teacher's name is Miss L.
Gladdinall. I like her for a teacher; she is so
kind to her pupils.
My smallest brother has a little black kitten
and he calls it Tommy. I and my little friend
Nellie Cook have great times playing with our
dolls. I shall close now, and remain, your
friend, Minnie Wyatt.
San Francisco, Oct. 4, 1896.
Dear Editor: I thought I would write a letter
to you. This is my first letter. My papa takes
The Call and likes it very much. I have a
little dog and his name is Conn. I like the
story of "A Strong Hint." My friend Ethel is
going to write, and so we shall send it to
gether. I am nine years old. I shall close
now, hoping te see this in print
Prunedale, Sept. 1, 1896.
Dear Editor: This is my first letter to The
Call, but I have written before to the Exam
iner. lam a little girl 13 years of age and am
in the seventh grade. I live in the country
and have a pony to ride, which is very nice. I
Which is the tall-er, Jim or Lue?
Grand-ma will meas-ure them with her eye.
Both six years old. No ! that won't do !
He's stand-ing tip-toe ! Jim-mie, fie I
ride to the postoffice nearly every night for
the mail. I have two sisters and a brother,
whose names are Edith, Freddie an<l Edna. I
shall be glad when vacation comes, because I
expect to go away.
My papa owns a very large orchard, which
bore a little fruit this year, but the trees are
quite youne yet
I hope my letter will appear in Sunday's
paper. Your new friend, Abbie Oakes.
San Francisco, Oct. 4, 1896.
Dear Editor: It is such a long time since I have
written to you I suppose you have forgotten
me. Who do you hope will be elected, Bryan
or McKinley? lam for McKinley because he
Is a Republican like myself and is the best
man. I shall try and see if I can guess the puz
zles in this week's Call, and 1 am going to
write a Christmas story. All the boys around
here are for .Bryan. They have parades and
have a big silver dollar at the head of it
Last night we had one and I was Goddess of
Liberty. My brother pulled me iv a wagon
decorated ' with gum leaves. I had a large
American flarj wrapped around me and a gold
crown on my head. I held the silver dollar in
my hand. All the girls aud boys joined in,
and after our parade we had National songs
and pieces and made funny speeches.
I tried the Gobollnks and find them very
amusing. One day I made one in school and
showed the girls how to make them. I shall
enclose one. lam in the fifth grade and am
10 years old. I should like to see my Gobo
link and this letter In Sunday's Call. Yourg
truly, Antoinette Crawford.
1. The scene of a great battle. Tare Oowl.
11. From the following words form a prOT«
erb: Continent; Island; Ocean; Fist; Tea.
IX. A gieat conqueror of olden timer
7, 8, 5, 9, costly, valuable, term of affection.
2, 3, 5, 7, a heavy substance.
9, 3, 8, 7, a plant which grows near water.
2. 3, 5, 9, 6, 8, 7, well informed in science or
3. 1, 9, 2, an English title.
6, 3. 8, 7, necessity.
2, 8, 1, 9, 6, to acquire knowledge.
2, 1, 4, not 3trict
1, 4, 3, implement often used in a wood.
By adding five other lines you will have a
number. C. L. Berri.
XII. Name of a great writer of fiction, now
My 8, 9, 2, 7, 10, where land and sea meet.
Aly 8, 3, 5, 2, 6, transparent.
My 11, 6. 9, 1, 5, 3, a garden tool.
My 1, 5, 7, 4, a direction, or point ot the
My 4. 9, 2, 7, 11, often seen on your break
fast table. , J
XIII. Formed long ago,
Yet made to-day,
And most employed while others sleep.
What few would like to give away,
And fewer still would wish to keep.
XIV. We are little airy creatures;
All of different voice aud features.
One of us in glass is set,
Aud a second found in jet
One of us is cased in tin,
And the fourth a box within.
If the fifth you would pursue
It can never fly from you.
11. William Bryan.
111. William McKinley.
IV. Pirate— rat— pie.
V. Poached— ache — pod.
VI. Partly— art— ply.
IX. Nothing venture nothing have.
X. Deal, lead, dale, ale.
NAMES OF PUZZLE BOLVEBS.
Ella R. Hartnell, Clelia Leah Berri, Antoin*
crte Crawford, Maida Cluff, Beulah Masterson,
Eva Thomas, Alice Bell. William Sea, Ruth A,