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,:£! j * * * j /\ CASTLE IN SPAIN j * * * I —•- I
S TUBES showed me into the red
drawing room, the little one, be
cause there was a fire there,
and said that Lady Elinor would
be down soon. I found Sibyl and the
Persian cat informally occupying the
hearth rug. The cat moved away with
a distrustful backward glance, but
Sibyl, abandoning for the moment a
huge and misshapen lump of some
thing which would seem to have been
toffee, gave me a very sticky hand.
■I'd offer you some toffee," said she.
in a tone of reckless generosity, '"but
I—l'm afraid I've, licked It all over."
'Oh. not any, thanks," said I hastily;
"not that I should object to your hav
ing—or, licked it, but, you see, I'd just
had a large quantity of it before com
ing here. I —l'm very apt to stop In
at —at a shop and eat toffee," I con
Sibyl gave a sigh of all too obvious
relicf —though mingled with sadness.
■[ don't have it often," she suggest
ed: "not so very often."
"You shall have it every day." I
cried; "pounds of it! The idea of not
allowing you all the toffee you want!
Sibyl wagged a melancholy head.
•Tin not allowed half enough." she
declared. "This—this morning I—
stole some from Elinor—only it wasn't
toffee, it was chocolate. It hurts yet."
she grieved, stirring about uneasily
upon the hearth rug.
"Oh," said I, leaning forward sympa
' That's not where I'm smacked." said
Sibyl with dignity. There was a pain
lul silence for quite a minute or two.
The Persian cat having reconnoitered
from the middle distance at last re
turned and sat down with an absent
air upon the lump of toffee, but was
indignantly pushed away by the pro
pi ietor of the same.
"Why did the cat go away, Sib, when
I came in?" I inquired.
"Flossie Bray—l mean. Lord Bray
ton—was here this afternoon," said
"The devil!" said I. "I would say,
tho deuce!" I apologized.
"<>h, you needn't mind me," declared
Sibyl. "Dad uses—language, some
times—quite often. He called me a lit
tle devil the other day."
"No!" I cried in a shocked tone. "He
couldn't have, really!"
"He did," insisted Sibyl.
"I don't want to seem curious," said
I in a deprecatory way, "but—what
had you been doing, Sib?"
'Just sailing boats in his bath,"
said Sibyl. "And—and one of them
sank to the bottom, and I expect I for
got to take it out. Dad must have
sat down in the bath the very first
thing," she continued reflectively.
Prize Story Department for Children I
Couldn't Hurt It
Once there was a little girl named
Alice, that liked to tease others, and
would cry if they wouldn't let her. She
slept with her sister Carrie.
One night after the girls had both gone
to bed their mother heard Alice crying.
She quickly went up to their room ana
asked Alice what she was crying for
Carrie won't let me pinch her," Alice
•'pinllft'he'pniow^ m° thCr> *»**»&•
"But I can't hurt it." sobbed the child.
Alice would not be comforted until Car
rie let her pinch her. Then Alice went
to sleep. , —Gertrude Carter.
bt. Paul Park Minn.: public school, grade
sixth; age 12 years..
An Orphan Girl
Once upon a time there was a little girl
■whose name was Elsie, who staid with a
; woma T °y the name of Mrs. Goodwin.
Hi s little girl had a room up in the attic
and she ate the scantiest food. She had
to he in bed all the time, for she was very
lame. Across the way there lived a worn
ar\ ?"V h u name of Mrs - Johnson, who had
a bird that was her only companion. El
sie would sit up in her bed and look out
of the window, and she could hear the bird
sing but f£ he knew it was not so happy
as the other birds that were free. One
»imni kSO happened that a little black
puppy by the name of Pet entered the
seomt an theJ ltt! e, girl *was so haPPy to
see It. But the girl who owned it looked
out of the door, but the puppy went come
out of the door, but the puppy went back
into the house and she followed it up the
stairs and entered the room. Elsie told
her how the dog came there, and she told
her that she would like to have that bird
so the girl told her that she would have it
b> he«?h xt dahe went home and told
her mother and she gave her the money
«fcJi'i, She, went to Mrs' Johnson's, and
h?rn ■ % h uow much she wanted for the
bird, and she told her that was all her
company. She said it was for a sick girl
Mrs. Johnson would not accept any money'
l]% rd, as taken to Elsie and she w£s
glad that she could let the bird go free.
4flL?< ast ASer/L th street: Franklfn'school,
grade A sixth; age 12 years.
The Polish Boy
A mother and her son are mourning over
the corpse 0 their dead father amf hus
band, who has been killed by the Russians
in battle, when hark! a body of Russians
™er the yard and advance, with clanking
spur and sword upon the mourning pair
»ni hr?^ in stepped up to the mother
and brutally made known his errand
which was the imprisonment of her son
at the same time grasping the boy. The
grief stricken mother offered him all her
jewels if he would release the bow The
man took the jewels, but kept a hold on
the boy. Giving up hope, the mother fell
dead to the ground. Then the brave bey
tore himself loose and drawing a small
dagger, ran to his mother. He saw she
was dead, and turning fiercely upon his
captors, and said, "I would rather be dead
than be your slave and disgrace my fath
er s name." Plunging the dagger into his
body, he fell dead beside his mother.
>cm t . —T. G. McXamee.
89, Laurel avenue; Cretin high school,
grade first commercial; age 16 years.
The Snow Fight
In vacation my brother and I had a snow
fight. I was in the snow house and he
was throwing snowballs at me
While 1 was looking out the peep hole
to get a shot at him. he threw at me and
the snowball went through the hole and
hit me in the eye. Then I got mad and
threw back at him, but I did not hit him.
,-„ T , t. ,4, . ' —Frank O'Meara.
thiS; Ch:ioTe eJrs ter schoo1 ' «*« A
James Helps a Poor Family
There was a boy whose name was
James. He got some money to go to an
exhibition. When the day ckmo on which
he was supposed to go to the exhibition
he heard that a father of a poor fam
ily nearby was the victim of an accident,
and that he was unable to work. His
children were in need of food and cloth
ng. Instead of. going to the exhibition,
ie went and asked his father if he could
help a poor family. His father told him
to help them out the best he could - He
went and bought food and clothing ana
brought it to the family. They were very
happy when James helped them. After
that James felt better than if he had vls-
Kea the exhibition.
„ .. . - , — Prank J. Shimon.
a' is- Crade Bm' commercial;
"Oh," said I. "I think I understand.
Of course that was some provocation,
wasn't it? But we're leaving our mut
tons—l mean our Lord Brayton. I take
it he's not fond of cats."
"He tried to kick Frou Frou," cried
Sibyl resentfully. "I paid him,
though; I did things to his hat."
"Good old Sib!" said I.
"I'd much rather Elinor would mar
ry you than Flossie Brayton," ob
served Sibyl, attacking the toffee.
"Thank you. Sib," said I gratefully.
"So would I—l've told her so no end of
"He was hissing her hand today."
continued Sibyl with disgust. "That
was when he tried to kick Frou Frou
just because Frou Frou rubbed up
against his legs in a perfectly friendly
Kissing her hand, was he?" I growl
ed. 'The beast: Kissing her—Sibyl,
my dear. I can't allow you to tell mt —
er, family secrets. You know it's n.'t
proper. Really it isn't.-H
"Kot!" said Sibyl elegantly. "And
he put a ring on it, too—her hand, you
know. What would he be doing that
for? She wouldn't let him kiss her.
though. She said, "Xot yet. Give me a
"Sibyl," said I firmly, "that is enough.
I nmsn't listen to you. Elin —Lady
Elinor wouldn't like It at all. Ah. Sib.
Sib, it's a bitter world! I can't see
any good in it."
"What can't you see any good in?"
inquired Lady Elinor from the door
way. I rose and made a bow.
"I can't see any good," said I, "in
not Riving Sib all the sweets Bhe
wants; cutting her off that way only
leads to immorality."
Lady Elinor shook her head.
'It's very bad for Sibyl's tummy,
"Her tummy?" I inquired. "Why I
should have said it was rather—" But
a gentleman never betrays a confi
dence, and I held my peace.
Lady Elinor sat down in the big
chair before the fire and leaned for
ward with her elbows upon her knees.
I tried to catch a glimpse of her left
hand, but it was hidden in the folds of
"Sib. darling." said she presently,
"your hands are very, very shocking.
Don't you want to go and have them
washed—as a special favor to me?"
Sibyl swallowed the last of the toffee,
and departed, with the Persian cat un
der one arm.
"I told him that Flossie Brayton
tried to kick Frou Frou," she said from
"Ah," cried Lady Elinor, looking up
at me very quickly. "So Sib told you?"
"Yes," I said. "Yes. Sib said that—
that Brayton had been here today. Ah,
is- it true—is it true. Elinor?"
Lady Elinor raised her left hand
from the folds of her skirt, and the
ring was there, on the third finger—a
ruby between two diamonds. It looked
like Brayton. just the showy sort of
thing Brayton would choose.
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Our Laundry Package
Not long ago my brother sent me to
the laundry as usual with laundry.
Being in a hurry, I grabbed a pack
age on the table and hurried out.
When my brother opened it to get a
collar, after he got the laundry back
he used me for a punching bag be
cause I had taken his pair of boxing
gloves. He had just come from the
gymnasium and having the gloves
wrapped up, the package looked jusf
the same size as the laundry package,
and the Chinaman of course ironed
them as flat as a pancake.
*61 North street: Van Buren school,
grade A sixth; age 12 years.
While a mother was putting her lit
tle girl to bed one evening, the ser
vant came in and said, "There Is a vis
itor waiting In the parlor. The mother
told the little one to say her prayer
and said she would be back in a few
minutes. Wh*n the mother came up
stairs again she asked the little girl if
she said her prayer. Yes, mamma, I
did and I didn't, she answered. What
do you mean dear? "Well, mamma, I
was very sleepy, so I asked God if he
would excuse me tonight, and he said:
"O, don't mention it Miss Brown."
253 Grove street; Franklin school; 14
The Lost Squirrel
There was once a girl and she had a
pet kitten. The kitten was very nice.
One day the kitten went down by the riv
er and it saw a squirrel. The kitten
brought it home to the little girl. She
got a little box for it and put a piece of
wire over the box so the squirrel could
not get away. Her papa was going to the
city and when he came home that night
he had a cage. Her father asked where
was the squirrel and she said. "I let him
g°" —Robert Allen.
Savage, Minn.; first grade; age 6 years.
One night I wa s dreaming thnt I was
sewing a dress for my doll. And it was
no Rootl so I ripped it. and In tl.e morn
ing I taw that I ripped my night pown.
. . , _ —Mary Lasar.
\ irginia flats. Assumption school, grade
A 3; ago 11 years.
THE ST. PAUL GLOBE. SUNDAY. APRIL 30. 1905
"Why. yes. Teddy." said Lady Elinor,
rather low; "yes, it's true. Tour're the
first one I've told. Won't you say
something to me. Teddy T'
"I hope." said I. looking into the fire,
"that you'll always have ail the toffee
you want, so that you won't have to
steal.lt. like poor Sib—and be smacked.
I hope your life will be as beautiful as
: "Come to Spain, Elinor!" Said I \
you are. Elinor. I hope your future
will be an illuminated page and your
memory a blank one. I hope you'll be
as happy as ever you've dreamed of
"Oh, no, no. Ted," cried Lady Elinor
Boftly. "Not that. I shan't be as hap
py as Iv« dreamed of being, so don't
hope that —if you really did hope lt.
As happy as I've dreamed of being!
Ah. rather not! You don't know what
a girl dreams, Teddy; you're nothing
but a man, you see."
i ■ ■ —
Farmer Brown . '•"'•*
One day as Farmer Brown was mowing
wheat in the field, he saw a blackbird My
ing wildly about over th» waving grain.
Thinking there was a nest among the
grass, he told his son. who was with him,
to hold the horses while he went to rescue
th« young birdies.
Upon coming to the spot where he sup
posed the nest to be, he met a sight which
brought tears to his eyes. There, near the
nest, and fast asleep, was his little
daughter, entirely hidden from view in the
Seeing her father far out In the field
she had gone to meet him. As It was
very- hot. she soon became tired and had
laid herself down to rest. Had Farmer
Brown not tried to save the birds he
would have killed his daughter.
ci „ . —Carl Falck.
St. Paul. Minn.: Franklin school, grade
A sixth; age 12 years.
The Coquette Punished
Ellen lived in a little village and was
considered very beautiful by the village
swains. She bestowed on each a pleasant
smile and each one thought that he was
the favored one.
There was a youth by the name of Ed-
BBr who followed her as her shadow. He
was a bashful and shy youth. All the
village folks ha.l paired htm, in their
minds, with Ellen.
One bright morning Edgar called at
Ellen's house and aak«*d if she would not
like to go out for a ride. Ellen consented
and they started.
Kilgar could not for a long time bring
himself to tell her of his love. At last ho
told her in flowing words, growing
bolder as he advanced, of his love for her
and how he would love her evermore.
The maiden laughed as he asked her to
be his wife. -Such a thing," said she "13
never to be thought of."
Edgar asked Ellen to step out of the bug
gy for a moment, as he heard something
break. As he handed her out he luughed,
cracked his whip and started to drive.
The maiden cried out and said: "Please
take me home." But Edgar said: 'Such
a thing is never to be thought of."
mmm _, —Harry Schaffner.
663 Canada street; Cretin high school,
grade IJ first commercial; age 16 years.
Once there was a IltOe girl and every
body called her "Little Grandmother," be
cause no one ever saw her without a Ht
t.e white cap on her head and a ball of
yarn and a pair of knitting needles. She
was always counting stitches. If anyone
asked her a question, she would say one.
two, three, four, in a minute, five, six,
seven, and soon. She lived near the Mis
sissippi river. In the spring there were
great floods which overflowed the banks.
Her papa would sometimes have to move
the furniture and family before the flood
came. One day her papa and mamma
went away and left her in charge of her
little brother 3 years old. There were
some signs of a flood when they started,
but they expected to be back !n an hour.
They were told several times on the way
back that the river had risen suddenly.
And it had. —Ruth Smith.
385 Lookout place: Grant school grade
B seventh; age li years.
The Happy Little Daisy
Every summer wo go out to a lake and
I always pick flowers. One day when I
was out in a field and I saw a bright little
flower I went over to see it
I found that It was a dear little daisy
in bed. I dug it up and took it home.
Mothfr gave me a little flower pot. I
got som« earth and planted it. In the
morning I had to go to school. I wa/ered
it and then I had to take my French les
son. I watered it and the next day it
was in full bloom. It was a bright yel
low and it bowed in the wind to and fro.
It seemed to smile at me and bow to me.
___ _ . -"- —Helen McLaren.
Mips Ixiomia school, grade A third age
Adventures of a Truant
There was a boy in one of the large
cities of the United States who speni.
most of Ills time smoking, chewing; steal-
Ing and fighting. He played truant from
school nearly every day. When the prin
cipal of the school would come around,
he would run In the house anj shut the
doors, so that when the principal came to
the house he would have to walk away
been uso the doors were closed, and he
thought r.o one »■»» at home.
One time the principal came when the
boy was not at home. He reported all
this to his parents. They did not see the
boy all night, aor the next dajr. The
"Oh. I've had my dreams." said I,
"and cherished them somewhat. It ap
pears I must forget them—or try to.
No. I don't fancy you will be as happy
as you've dreamed. It's a pity."
"Yes," sighed Lady Elinor. "Ah, yes.
It's a pity. Still, dreams never come
true, do they, Teddy?"
"I've heard that theory advanced,"
"Come to Spain, Elinor!" Said I
said I. "but I don't recollect ever to
have seen It proved."
"Why. if they could come true," siad
Elinor In half whisper. "If they could
"You wouldn't be wearing that very
hajidsoine ring?" I suggested.
"No. said Lady Klinor, "I shouldn't
be wearing Brayton's ring. I should
n't be doing what they all want me
to do —what they all expect m« to do."
"AH r I objected.
Lady Elinor turned her head with a
boy's parents phoned to the police station
and asked if Arthur was there. The ehlet
told them he was there and had to go to
the reformatory. Ho was to be put there
for breaking a window in a bank and rob
bing it. The boy promised to reform, ana
«aa sent back to school. He persevered
in his good resolution and aftc-r a few
- I).- graduated and was particularly
noted for his good behavior. He l>ecam<;
one of the greatest men of that plac.-. Wo
all s«-e that perseverance overcomes all
obstacles. —John Schwietz.
Tfty M.-ierolia street; Cretin high school,
grade first commercial.
A Story— The Fishing Party
Frank, like all boys, was fond of fish
ing. One day be persuaded Grace and
his littli- listen to accompany him. Th«
first fish they caught was a fine speckled
trout. "Isn't he booful!" exclaimed little
dancing around the tub of water in
which the shining creature had been
"You certainly are fortunate." said
Oraoe. "I didn't know trout were to be
"Thanks to our fish commissioners that
w<? do find them here," said Frank.
"There arc more sunflsh and perch than
Rose was amusing herself by taking up
the fish in her hands and commenting on
how easily it slipped through her fin
"What makes it so slippy?" she
"The slime." answered Grace.
"But where does the slime come from?"
'In what way is a fish different from
other animals. Rose?"
" 'Km haven't any necks nor hair. *»nd
em s dot lots of scales on 'em. And
1 don't see any none nor ears. 'Em '« dust
dot two bright eyes without any whiskers.
and a dreat bid mouf. Their fins are
their legs and arms."
_ —Cecilia Leler.
1027 Park avenue, St. Paul. Minn.; St.
Bernard's school, grade A seventh; age
The Deserted Fawn—A True Story
Away In the northern part of Wiscon
sin there i« a large natural basin in
which exist a number of small lakes sep
arated by narrow ridges of land. Re
tweeu two of these lakes runs a road
which. If you followed north, would take
you to a town, and south it would lead
you to a farmhouse. This farmhouse was
inhabited by a man (that was once a
sailor), and his wife. One day he went
to town, and as evening drew near his
wife walked down the road to meet him.
As she turned a curve In the raid she
came upon a fawn that was so young it
could not stand up. She picked it up
and carried it back to the house. It soon
grew up. and it te now a full grown deer.
It will not leave her and insists on eat
ing out of her hand. —Gerald O'Brien
BOG Portland avenue; Webster school,
grade seventh; age 13 years.
The Brave St. Bernard Dog
A lady whose name was Mrs. Green
owned a St. Bernard dog named Rover.
One day Mrs. Green went to the store
and left her baby and little boy at home.
The little boy found some matches and
was playing with them, when accidentally
a match lit and the carpet took fire. Then
the dog ran to the store and kept pulling
at the lady's skirt. She came home; got
there just in time to save her children
from being burned to death.
It was not the mother that saved the
children, but the Bt. Bernard dog.
Savage. Minn.; grade sixth; age 12 years.
The Good Little Girl
Once there was a little girl whose name
was Rose. She liked to work and play.
She would do her work and then she would
play. She was good to poor children.
One day she was going to have a party.
She asked two poor children. She had
a nice party and her mamma got them a
They had a good time. They played all
the games they knew.
There were no boys there at all.
There were six girls at the party, whoso
names were Mary, Anna. Nellie. Rose,
Katie and Lizzie.
Her father gave her some candy ana
?he gave each little girl a bag of candy
to bring home. —Marie Gallagher.
Savage. Minn.; grade A fourth; age 10
Forgot About Cake
Mamma had gone away and she had
told me to make a cake for supper. She
knew I didn't know how to make it but
the recipe was on the table, so I would
Just as soon as mamma was out of the
house I flew back and started to make
the cake. Everything was alt right and
Into the oven It went.
'•Now. I will take a book to read while
that cooka." I was so interested in the
story 1 forgot about my cake. When I
went to look, alas it wax all burned. Oh,
but maybe it is all right anyway.
I scraped off the top and tasted if.
What was that funny taste. Oh. how It
did burn. '"Oh. it is red pepper." I had
f>ut it in for cinnamon. There I sat hold
ng my tongue when mamma came home.
little sweet half sad smile, and I took
a firm hold upon the arms of my chair.
"All." she murmured. •'All, Ted, but
one—one very foolish and—and very
dear dissenter—who's dear for his
great, great folly, and foolish because
—why, because he's such a dear."
"But whose opinion is of no weight,"
"Whose opinion." said Lady Elinor,
"must be of no weight, must be erase.l
with—with the other—dear things to
make that memory page blank."
"Ah, that memory page!" said I.
"It's the sweetest of all the pages."
she murmured, "the very sweetest."
"If only it needn't be erased." said L
"Erased it must be," declared Lady
Elinor firmly. 'Oh, Teddy, Teddy,
weren't they good old days, those days!
How did we ever come to stray out of
Paradise, Teddy, after we'd gone so
I will never make such a lovely cake
again, far I am always laughed at.
623 Third avenue southeast; Holmes
school, grade B seventh; 13 years old.
Story of My Pet Dog Ned
I am going to tell > <>v a little story
about a dog namod "Ned." He Is an Irish
Pointer, v.'ry fond of children, but i- I
am sorry to own. does not belong to me.
But he loves me. just the same as if I
was his master, and no matter when I call
Ned he will run to meet me and rub his
head against mo and look lovingly up
Into my face. Your friend.
189 Summit avenue; St. Jost-ph'a school.
grade B fifth; age 13 years.
A Christmas Story
On Christmas eve as I was hanging up
my stocking I heard the jingle of bells. I
knew that Santa CUius was coming in his
sleigh, so I ran off to bed as Deny M
though I hail just had a sl.-i^hride my
self. When I thought that old Santa had
got in and was busy putting my things
In my stocking. I slipped out of bed and
crept downstairs, but old Santa Clans
was too wise. He thought I might watch
him. so he plugged up the keyhole, and
all I could do was to go back to bed and
wait until Christmas morning.
Webster school, grade third: age 10.
A Christmas Suprise.
It was Christmas eve when Alice. Gladys
and Annie started to church to see Santa
Claus. As they were walking along In
the snow, they came to a big hill where
there was a snow drift. Annie, who WM
the youngest, was running along and sud
denly fell Into the drift. Alice and Gladys
worked hard to rescue her, but down the
hill came a ghost. It came very fast and
soon got a hold of Annie. She gave a
shriek and found that she had been
dreaming. —Edith Mllham.
1616 St. Anthony avenue; Longfellow
school, grade B fifth; age 12 years.
A Kind Act
There was once a poor man and he was
blind. He could not do very much work,
no his wife went and got some work.
She was gone all day. "When she would
go away In the morning she would leave
nim 10 cents for his lunch at noon. In
stead of him taking the 10 cents and buy
ing himself lunch he would save It and
get along the best way he knew how.
When Christmas came he had quite a bit
of money saved up. So to please his wife
he went and got her a nice set of furs to
wear to work and keep her warm. That
is what she wanted for sc\eral years.
Hendricks school, grade A third; age 8
The Poor Children's Christmas
It was Christmas eve. In the dispensary
of the German ho.-pital. Philadelphia,
thirty-seven poor and ragged pale faced
children were gathered.
Both eyes and mouths were wide open
watching the tree with its beautiful
Now the sister who has charge of this
department came in with a dressed don
for each child. The girls also received
warm dresses and the boys received warm
coats. Then candy, nuts and fruits were
One of the pupils who was there to
visit said. "It Is the happiest Christmas
I ever have spent." She was so happy
because she had helped to dress the dolls
for those poor children.
If you try to make others happy you
will be happy youprs.-lf.
264 East Tenth street; Franklin school,
grade A sixth; age 12 years.
His Christmas Gift
The pupils of the school were going to
make a cripple boy a present of a wheel
ing ch;iir. so that he could come to school.
This boy. Krank Bronson, had been hurt
in a railroad accident, and was unable to
walk. All the boys had given their money
except John Williams and Earl Jones.
John was to saw and split a pile of woo«J
for Mrs. Bronson and Earl was at a loss
as to what he could do as a part of his
offering. There was a special meeting of
the boys and while there the happy
thought came to Earl of wheeling FranK
to and from school, and It was accepted,
and now Earl says it was the best ana
the happiest gift I ever gave.
—<». H. Sheppard.
343 East Tenth street; Cretin high school,
age 16 years.
The Inquisitive Man
While walking along the street in the
heart of a large city I heard a country
man ask a workman who was digging a
long narrow hole.
Whone grave are you digging here?
And hearing no answer he stepped up to
me and asked. Perhaps you can tell m.»
whose grave this man it digging? I do
not know said I. Well, he said it seems
to me it is a very queer place to bury a
man. Again he asked—Can you tell me
whose grave you are digging.' and think
ing It a queer place myself to dig a
far in? Is there a little marked gate in
the wall that we opened by chance,
that we thought would lead us still
further in? Where we too busy look
ing at each other to see where our feet
"We didn't stray out." said I, with
my head in my hands. "We were
chucked out—by the main gate. Ask
your mother how, Elinor."
But Lady Eiinor was looking into the
fire with a little -far away smile, and
her face, with the soft red glow
thrown up across it^, was the most
beautiful thing that a man ever saw.
"Of course we were only children."
she cried softly, "but such dear chil
dren, Ted. Why mayn't people be chil
dren always? Why must they grow
"They needn't grow up," said I.
''Why must they be taught wisdom?"
demanded Elinor. "Why mayn't they
be left in their belief that love is the
"Love is the only thing. Elinor." said
I. "Wisdom's a lie; love is the only
Lady Elinor shook her head.
"The wise people say no. Teddy,"
she murmured. "They tell me that
love is all dreams, castles in Spain—
and that there's no happiness in
"I should make you happier than,
ever Brayton will." said I bitterly. It
was a contemptible thing to say, for
she was wearing Brayton's ring.
Elinor gave a little, low. gasping
cry. and her eyes closed for an instant
"He —tried to —kiss me —today!" she
whispers.i presently. "I nearly —
screamed! Ah, yes, yes, Ted, you
would make me happier. Is happiness
"Upon my faith." said I.
'"They say not," said Elinor. "Oh, I
should—l shall become- used to —Bray-
ton after —after a while. He's a good
sort, Ted. He loves me, I think, and—
and he has a great deal of money. I
shall be a power, shan't I?"
"Is that enough?" said I.
"It isn't what I'd dreamed, Ted," she
said. "I'd dreamed —oh, such a life!
No, power. Teddy; no great position—
just happiness! Just two young, fool
ish, dear people, who loved each other
madly—worshiped each other! —just
their life together, a selfish life, I sup
pose, for no one else came into it at
all. There were just the two of —of
them, and nothing else counted in the
least. They never grew up, you know,
my two people; they wouldn't let each
other grow up. They were infants, al
ways, about most things.
"Oh, weren't they dears! I'd dream
ed all sorts of beautiful little particu
lars, details about them—my people in
Spain. Wnat they'd do and what
they'd say and how they'd act toward
each other; how they'd sit before the
fire of a nasty day or an evening in—
in just one chair, not such a very biff
chair. Kites are so comfy and make
you want to be nice and say nice
grave waited for the answer. Then we
heard the deep-toned voice of the digger
reply. No go away, we're laying a gas
pipe down. —H. Mulvehill.
67 West College avenue; Cretin high
school, grade first commercial B; ago 15
An Obedient Boy
A little 9 year old boy whose mother
had told him never to cross the tracks
wandered away from home one day, and
when he tried to return he was lost and
could not rind his way. He was lost tor
nine long days and at the end of the
ninth day he was found; but on the same
side of the tracks. When asked why he
did not cross the tracks he said, "My
mother told me never to cross the tracks."
After this he grew very ill but soon re
covered. * —Alice Teller. ■
vj Manitoba avenue; R. A. Smith schoot,
grade U eighth; age 14 years.
A Narrow Escape
One night, many yean ngo, when
mother was a little girl, (the was ri'ln:^
on a train la New i'ork with her grand
There was a long bridge which the train
had to eroamS and it was very frail and
shook every time a train passed over it.
It was storming fiercely. As the train
passed over the bridge—which wri3 very
slowly—mother's heart nearly stood still.
;wid she quaked with fear, "for at every
moment the passengers expected to be
thrown down into the rh-.-r.
The train passed over safely, however,
but in less than half an hour the news
was spread all over the city that the
bridge had broken with a train contain
ing over a hundred passengers.
276 East University avenue; Franklin
school, grade B sixth; age 12 years.
Gertrude was a little girl six years old.
They lived In a beautiful Bat, In New
York, on the third story. She had many
playthings and beautiful clothes; for her
parents were very wealthy. One- day her
grandma got very sick, and Gertrude's
mother had to go to her grandmother's
home. And the little girl stayed home
ay day. All of a sudden a fire broke out.
and Gertrude took a clothes line, and tied
It on a hook in her room, and held on the
other end and slid down the rope,
through the window, and saved herself.
402 East Tenth street; Washington
school, grade A second; age 7 years.
A Country Time
Last summer when we were out In the
country we had lot of fun with the billy
goat. He would chase us through the
yard and out In the orchard; then we
would go up in the hay stack and billy
goat would stand down and wait for us
to come down. But we were glad to stay
up in the hay stack for he would bound
us if we came down. Ami they had bun
i:y. chicken, pigs. dogs, and birds. Al
together we had a good time.
575 Robert street; Franklin school, graile
B second; age 12 years.
First Visit In the Country
I must let you know about my first
visit in the country. This was three years
ago. and wh.-n we got th«»re it v.
night and no one waiting to take us to
my uncle Pete's house, m papa got a
farmer's wagon and a team of horses and
we all got in. Toa might know what a
rough ride I got over bumps and hills.
But when I woke in the morning ev
ery thing was lovely. Strawberries were
ripe. I didn't do a thing to them. I went
fishing and every time I put my line in
the fish would grab. You oould see them,
about a hundred, around the line. I got
very brown while out there; it's fun. just
the same. —Frances Van Hale.
Davis school, grade A second; age &
The Faithful Hcrse
Once upon a time thero lived an old
horse who suffered from hunger for his
master could not feed him. He made up
his mind to shoot him. But his little boy
did not want him shot. He did not kiil
him. Vary soon a man came along and
bought it for 50 dollars.
Savage, Minn.; public school, grade sec
ond; age 6 years.
The Wolves and th« Music
One day. a long time ago. a man want
ed to go to town. He had to go through
some woods to get there. While he wu.s
about in the middle of the woods he
heard the howling of a pack of wolves.
He quickened his steps and soon camo
to an old hut, with the doors and win
dows knocked out. He went in there and
just happened to think of hi 3 grapho
phone. He quickly took it out and be
gan to play a very lively piece. Th«»
wolves liked this, and soon they were*yell
ing and howling with all their might, be
cause they liked the music. As soon as
he stopped to put on a different record,
the wolves began to Jump at him.
At last he had only one niece left. That
was a sad piece. He put it on and began
to play It. but the wolves did not like s;i>t
things. They're so noddy and sputtery
and bless-you-my-childreny. People
couldn't row over an open fire, could
they? Sometimes they'd talk—when
they wanted, and say the things they
wanted, and sometimes they'd stop,
and understand each other quite as
well—that's a test —
"Oh, and I —l think she'd 'like her
head where—it belonged, and if he
should happen to kJss her, there'd be no
one but the firelight to see, and it
would never, never tell. It would be
very quiet, and the glow from the fire
would be red on their faces, and they
would not want another thing in all
the world. She'd slip down. I think, to
the rug, and lean her cheek against his
hand, and look into the embers, and his
other h*nd would be smoothing her
hair as she loved it smoothed.
"Ah. Teddy, Teddy, wake me. I'm
dreaming again, and I mustn't. I must
n't. Bring me baok to Spain, Teddy. I
mustn't wander there. That's the life
I've dreamed of. Isn't it mad? That
isn't what's before me."
'•No." said I. "No. Elinor, that is'nt
what's before you. Have you thought
of what you've to look forward to?
Listen. Brayton is 39 — nearly 40. He's
growing a bit stout. Elinor. He'll be
fat in five years, and he's undeniably
bald at the tonsure. He likes his din
ner—he even loves it—and for a ooupie
of hours afterward he's—he's somno
lent. I don't like talking about men
behind (heir backs, but this is a time
for plain speaking. Brayton wouldn't
care for sitting a doaux before the fire.
That wouldn't amuse him. He'd fall
asleep and spoil things. No. he'd be oft
at his club of an evening. Brayton
wouldn't fit into a castle in Spain; he's
a bit —solid. Still, he'd be nice to you
—if you didn't interfere with him. He'd
be proud to have you at the head ot
his table; you would ornament it, Eli
nor, and I dare say you'd get on to
gether In a very friendly, peaceable
sort of fashion—in England, not
Elinor dropped her face into her
arms and her bowed shoulders quivered
"Ah, no, no!" she moaned. "Ah, no.
no, Teddy! Not that. I—l can't bear
Then after a long time she looked
up onre more. Her beautiful face was
very flushed, and there were tears wet
upon her cheeks.
"It's impossible." said sho. "I can't
do It. I was ma.i even to fancy for an
instant that I could bear such a Ufa
after —after everything."
She pulled the diamond and ruby
ring from her ringer suddenly and
threw it from her as if it burned her
hand. It rolled into the gloom beyond
the circle of lirelight, the three gems
flashing as they went.
"Let them say what they will," cried
Lady Elinor. -Oh, take me away to
Then I stood up before her and held
out my arms.
"Come to Spain, Elinor!" said I.
music, so they all went away, and the
man did, too. — Helen Wendt.
550 Temperance street; Franklin school,
grade ii sixth; age 13 years.
Two other boys and myself went hunt-
Ing. We were hunting about an hour
when we separated. When all at once i
heard a cry from another boy, for he had
fallen over a steep bank and rolled down
and down to a railroad track. He was
helpless on the track and he couldn t
move, for he had broken his leg. A train
was coming at the same time,. and it was
about to pass over him, when I jumped
over the bank and began pulling him oiC
the track. The engine bumped Into me,
and was just going to run over me. when
I awoke. — Louts J. Hermes.
567 Thomas street; Cretin high school.
grade first commercial; age 11 years.
In the Country
It la a very loi;? time ago since I saw
my cousin, but when I visited him I had
a fine tim>'
We used to go upstairs in the barn
where they had hay and w>- Jumped down
and once we nearly stuck ourselves on tho
Another thing we used to do was to sit
on the hay and straw stacks.
Once 1 turned on th" wat»r in the tank
where the horses drink, and uncle of
course he made off he was scolding ma
ami I ran in crying.
We also used to get cups and drink the
cream in th.; milk hous.-. And once I
remember w.- sank a bottle in the cream.
So you see how mischievous we were.
350 Woodward avenue; Franklin school,
grade B rifth; ago ID years.
A Good Girl
I know of a little girl who was very
happy l n her home with her father and
mother. God took both of her parents to
heaven in three weeks' time. So the lit
tle girl was left alone in the world. What
to do she did not know. So she cried and
prayed until God sent her a kind lady to
take her home with her. The kind lady
would give her pennies now and then to
cheer the child up. Instead of spending
the pennies for candy as she was told to
do she saved them, and when spring came
she would go to the store to buy tlower
seeds to plant them on her father and
mother's grave. — Luclle Wenisch.
Hendrlcka school, grade A second; age 7
A Gentle Heart
One day a poor little girl, whose name
Is Ruth, was turning the corner, when,
she found a nickel. She picked It up
thinking she would give it to her mother,
when she saw a little girl much poorer
than herself, crying. liuth. who had a
gentle heart, asked her why she was cry
ing, and she said: "We did not have
anything to eat for two days, and mam
ma is sick." Ruth gave the little girl
the nickel, saying: "She needs It worse
than I do, for I had some dinner."
231 Norrls street; Franklin school, grade
A sixth; age 13 years.
The Pet Squirrel
There was once a family who had a pet
They gave him all the nuts he wanted.
They let him go where he wanted and
go into the garden and run about.
I think they took good care of him,
Another family had a squirrel and for
got to feed him.
They did not give him all the nuts he
wanted nor I<H him go where lie wanted.
Do you think that they took good care
of him? —Eddie Bchon.
579 ISast Sixth street; Van Buren school.
grade B third; age 9 years.
Dolly and the Incubator
While I w;i3 in the country last sum
mer my uncle had ju3t bought an in
cubator, and n-.y little cousin Dolly was
very inquisitive and often aak^d her
mother where she came from. Her
mother would toll har different places
about the farm, such as the cabbage
patch. One day she was looking at
the eggs in the incubator. She saw
five or six chicks come out of the
shells, and she never saw anything like
that before. She asked her mother,
who was standing near, if that was
where she came from.
174 Dousrr.nn street; Monroe school,
grade A eighth; age 15 years.
A Childish Heart
One Sunday afternoon a little girl,
whose name was Marguerite, had to
stay indoors on account of it raining.
She was in the kitchen pressing one of
her doll's frocks. Her mother entered
antJ said: "You must not work on the
Lord's day." The little girl replied:
"But. mammn, the Lord knows that this
little Iron is not hot."
4G7 BmK Seventh street; Franklio
school, grade A sixth; age 12 years.