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TUB AltGUS. SATUltDAY. FEBRUARY 0. 1009.
By Joel Benton.
Did you know it (what visions its memory unlocks!),
With its beds of bright pansics and quaint four-o'-ciocks ?
For the newfangled bloitoms wc dots '6a to-day'
Have driven our grandmother's garden ar.ayr'
There were wonders within it, tcarcc known now, galore.
Its bright rr.or:-2-er:cs crept tt to tac door;
Trim balsams, sweet -ink;, fevcrfevr, rr.zriold,
And many-hucd poppies, a sight to behold.
Its beds and its walks geometric were laid;
The bo:: cri its borders :cc;d cut for parade ;
Gay tulips in masses, or. bunched as decraed
beet,' ' . -...
Were corgcous and stately, and royally
' dresred. '. .
Geraniums, larkspur, and peonic3 bo!d
The last caring sometimes the snow and the
cold, - ; - -
Cantcrbury-bclls white, and likewise the blue,
Were . favorite flowers that our grandmothers
Buttercups, clematis, nasturtium, sweet pea '
f (The last has survived for the youngsters to
j 1 sce. .''.''
i-And balm, for winged callers that sought ft in
'flocks; . -' -
Sweet-william and . lychnis, and pink and
, white phlox.' 5y?- . ,
Wlvt- ' r'nhlias and astors nnit rrM-t-smmVi '
Even snowballs and cunfiowers, if not of
Tare grace, ' .
Rose boldly to show that they, too, had a place.
Syringas and hyacinths these caught the dew
And the surf -and the "marvel (so called)
of rcru";' " ; " " .., ...
What an army! Too many to singly recall.
But our grandmother's garden could wel
come them all.
The lilac of springtime is ever in mind;
Its fame is as broad as the ranjjc of mankind ;
Long linked with the thoughts of our ear
liest years, ' ' ;
Its faint, luscious odor' brings rapture and
You may boast of the Latin-named flowers
f(l Ana ll:e leal-beds that make such a dashing ,
But I mourn for time's havoc, and long to J
The garden that bloomed by our grand
mothcrV door. . -
The Princess Oki-San wishes to
desire for a Christmas gift."
Bat Roily, who was drummingrn the table, slammed
a book down and said: ; t ' ;
"There's only one thing I want that's father and
mother. If they can't be here it's just a beastly bluff." ,
"Roily !" I said. But Manny's eyes Avere closed and
Greta's voice said at the door: "It iss time, Meester
Trevor, for the children to come to their beds." ' ; '
"Hold on a minute, Greta! We've got an up-to-date
Japanese fairy here taking orders for Christmas, and
I'm afraid you'll upset her equilibrium!" said Unde
Pat. staring down at Oki-San anxiously.
"Gomen Naai!' whispered the little voice, and the
corer slipped on the box. Oki-San was gone!. -
"That means I be$r your pardon." You scared her
off. Greta," said Uncle Pat. But Greta only laughed,
and carried Manny away. Then I climbed on the arm
of his chair, and Roily flung himself on the other and
"You're a jolly old bluffer, aren't you?"
But all night I seemed to be dreaming of Oki
,,.San in a blue kimono, and in the morning there was
a -little Japanese doll on Manny's pillow, exactly like
Oki-San. Roily says it's the same one but I like
Jjncle- Pat's way best. My paint-box was there, too,
hut it thdn t seem at all like Christmas without mother
to run W, and the snow was falling so quietly that I
drew the covers up and said I didn't want any Christ
mas at all. T,ut suddenly Uncle Pat ran in, waving
two biR stockmirs and calling. "Elizabeth. Marian!
Japan .is a wonderful country ! Oki-San toole your
orders and filled thpm in the night!" And as we
jumped out of bed screaming, .1 knew it wasn't Oki-San
. 1 had seen m my sleep. it mother in a blue dres
for she had come in the nihf. and father, too. looking
brown and well and with Roily hugging him: and
, Manny and I hadn t been in her arms a minute befori
it was really Christmas. ; - -
John Jones was aye a model lad
- The days he went to school;
Jim Smith was generally bad
. And acted like a fool.
Folks said that little -Johnny Jones
Would be a percea great,
Vhile Jim, they said in minor tones.
Would have a sorry, fate.
So good and true a boy was John ; '
.-What harm cculd come to hinu -But
all would gravely comment on
" The future life of -Jim. ;
HE JAPANESE DOLL
By Virginia Woodward Cloud.
SAW it. It was only a Japanese doll and Uncle
Pat did the talking."
"Only a doIlT' exclaimed Uncle Pat. in such a
terrible voice that Manny peeped through her
fingers and Rollv lausfhed. "Onlv a doll !" roared
Uncle Pat, sitting on the edge of his chair, with
Ws paper in one hand.' He was so funny, rumpling his
hair up like a bugaboo man, that I whispered to Manny:
"It's the ogre! It's the fireplace, ogre !" and we
crawled behind Uncle Pat's big chair and hid, because
that's a game we play while he reads, when Greta sends
us up there before bedtime. You see father and mother
are very far away on a sea-voyage for father's health,
and we miss them most when it begins to grow dark.
Besides, there are such ducky places to hide in Uncle
; "What do you mean, Rollington," said Uncle Pat,
"py coming up here with your grown-up airs, to spoil
sport for us?" for Roily is ten going on eleven, and
when Uncle Pat makes rabbits of his pocket-handkerchief,
or lets a quarter come into your hand that
wasn't there before. Roily just savs:,
"I can do that. It's dead easy !"
Now Roily. winked at Uncle Pa, I saw him, "but
L nele Pat rumpled his hair and wagged his beard in a .
perfectly terrible way and pulled a hcrce voice out of .
his boots and (rrbwled : '' i v v. '
"Do you. defy ns, sir? Have you forgotten ..this is
Christmas Ever - Is your education so limited that you
don't know we-can ring up a Japanese fairy when we
please?" Roily grinned and drummed 'on the table,
but Uncre Pat pretended to be rfurious. . Manny -and I .
always play his- games are true, because they are 'fun
nier that way. . . .
more pressed with work each year because there are
more children every season, and we decided that it
would be polite to communicate with him through his
typewriter or. advance agent. We had chosen a repre
sentative from Japan, when Rollington broke in upon
'us with his barbarous ideas. We will commence again."
Then Uncle Pat made a horn of his paper and put
it to the fireplace he keeps a fireplace always, because
he says he could not expect Santa Claus at his age to
squeeze down a register, and he called up through it:
"llelio! ' '
"Hello!" said a little voice that sounded far away,
though Roily says it's just Uncle Pat's voice made
little. . -- ' - . . .
of a stranger who does not belong to the' Klan of
Klaus," he says that's whar being a Santa Claus girl
means. .y- : :
"She will return for a few moments, but time is
precious to-night. Good-by, said the voice.
"Thank you, good-by P said Uncle Pat "Now, I'm
going to read until she arrives." ;-r -
"Will her wear her bu' dess?" asked Manny, with
her finger in her mouth and her eyes very sleepy. '
"The blue kimono of course." said Uncle Pat : "from
the glimpse we had, I fancy it is something like my
dressing-gown." Uncle Pat's dressing gown was a
gorgeous one of wadded silk with peafowl feathers
If men of your age,: Rollington, have so little-respect
for a young iady fairy when you find one kow
. tpwmg on my hearth-rug, you'd .better not call, until
she leaves,, for, the Japanese are a very polite people'
Do you suppose Santa Claus .cannot stop by Japan and
qnng her along when two young ladies of my acquain
tance request a Japanese fairy, for variety this vear?
My. dears," Uncle Pat dodged his , head around the
; chair, while Manny and I crawled out, "I think Rol
lington.. had better leave us. His is-'evidently not the
j-p-to-date Christmas spirit. Roily, suppose you in-ves
V-gate the further end of the Den while w? confer to
Kether. ' -Roily didn't ind. - He just stood on hts
hands and went down th room tliat way, and Manny
. 'screamed la no-lunar n,;i -t ti i j .,
it i tj t aiic r.imcii wrr,- a nine nan, at
' - - ' :1 Si M7 .. .: "taes, acgcstness,".
' ' v' - y'''' ' ''' :''" ' ' ' ' M,SE?-BL-!: name." v":: .
Vcle Pats feet, and y there staring through her
curls, the way $h docs ntrrnshe asleep. When all
was quietUncle Jfat took his paper ttp again!
i' '-: . -v . r v..
:S ow wc will proceed to usmessJ" -:--5.v ' ' '
"People . who do not believe. everything be-He-abte
abotrtv-Glirvitnias . are not. adimtted-exeepf--bv cafd,
ATarian. I lmh m suggested tlut Santa Claus is
, "Is this Santaville, KJausland r said Uncle Pat
- ."Yes," said' the .voice. ' -- - ; ' .
' ii7 I.tafc Jii- Excellency's private sccrc-
tary?w - ' ' -..-i :. - f , ' . .
"Hc' ,at ithe ,'phone :,--Mr. 'Trevor," said the voice;
,. we, applied awhile ago, but onr representative from
-Jafian-returned very much cbagrined." ' ;-.y : . : - c
"I wfsTi.to'apotbgire to the charming Vonas'ladr in
person ' said Uncle -Pat r "may I ask the" favor of her
return? 'The interruption was caused by the cntranco
, over it. , He got behind his papef to Tead. and 7-fannyi
- and I watched a pasteboard bo?t at hiafeet. Of .courser
we knew that Uncle Pat would have to take the xover
off and lift out' what was in it but never 'mind. L
like it better t7nclc" Pat's .war-th story way." Prcs
.cnUy, he looked over his paper and said: ' -..
TliereVcame a" little " scratching : ami fig))in3' and -
I u-lc Pat Iipied lite top of the box oil with tfiii
slipper toe, and there she was, in the blue kimono.
Uncle Pat was behind his paper, and Manny crept
to his knee, and stared down at the darling little creature
on the rug a little Japanese girl only a foot high, and
. such a beauty!
. ; '
"I am honored by the presence of the princess what
- name, O flower of the almond hough?" said Uncle Pat;
and the dearest little voice said, "Yaes, Augustncss!
Oki-San is my mos' miserable name."
"Watch how she bows!' Rests' her head upon the
lap of earth !" said Uncle. ;
' "May I ask if you are an advance agent to his Ex
cellency, Santa Claus?" -.
"Yaes, mos honorable sir," murmured the tiny sweet
voice, which Roily said came froth behind Uncle Pat's
paper but Manny and I like it better the other way
'I'm mos miserable re-pre-sen-ta-tive of His Mightdf
ness, Sanda Claus, who dis-patch me because he is bes
please to re-ccive the re-ques of. two beautiful ladies
whose hair is lig the sun on rice .fields and whose lipj
are nize pink lig as cherry-boughs 1"
. "Is dat dolly for me?" asked Manny.
"Hush, dear, do not interrupt Oki-San," said Uncle
Pat, and even Roily came back to hear the conversa
tion, and to see the tiny, lovely thine in a blue kimono
standing at Unde Pat's feet The little voice went on:
"His Egcellency waits the re-ques' of the mos hon
orable liddle lady." - . . s v
"The Honorable Marian will commence. Baby, Santa
Claus wishes to know what you want for a Christmas
gift," said Uncle Pat. , . -, t-
; "Dat 'ittle bu dofly," ,said Manny. v .
"The Honorable Marian will request of His Ex-'
cellency a doll as much like yourself. Oki-San, as is.
consistent with court 'etiquette. Watch hcf. kowtow at
that!" said Uncle Pat, and the little blue creature nearly
upset on the toe of his slipper. ; . - , .". ' ,
"The Honorable Elizabeth will now make her - wants
known." - - - - ' ... ' - -. r
"I'm Elizabeth. I want .a. new paint-box a pood
one," I said. ' Then I stopped -J because it suddenly
seemed as if Christmas gifts were nof, any good at 1
alhif ftiother wasn't there,-too, and I wanted so dread-'
fully to Sec her that nothing else rnattered. But I was
afraid Manny would cry if I said so aloud. So I
. jumped up ancj whispered ia Uncle Pat's car:
- "Oh.1 tell Santa Claus I want mother, please tell
him please to. send mother homel I don't want any
thing else." , v:. -y. ,.
lie Keld me tight for a -.minute, and I hid my face
on his shoulder and tried hard not to cry. Then he
said very loud : c- j : - -
'"Oki-San, ' the Honorable Elizabeth wishes a new
"faint-box, and conditions at present prevent -the men- -tion
of her other requests. But I can communicate
them through the wireless 'phone to Klausland." ' ;
; : Thangs, mos honPraMe sir." ' said the tinyvoice; ;
. "will the mos' splendid ..Lord Rollington mage re-ques'
"too?!' '.-..' ; ..
"The mot snlendtd Rollington' is ofvery "advanced"
, age." said Uncle Pat ; "hc: has a-' leaning towards golf
sticks, books and motor cars at present. lmt we caw in
.dulg: yott once, Oki-San. R6llimrtotu 'do you hear? '
Jones is ah honored man to-day,
Beloved, wealthy, bright.
Smith is in jail What's that? Oh, at
. Sometimes the folks are right.
Feankuit P. A ams.
Dont be afraid of soap. At first you will fijl his f'
eyes with soapsuds, but with practice you will get so
that some of the suds will be distributed elsewhere.
Now; rinse and dry with a coarse towel, cover with r
face powder, and, rolling him, up in blankets set in l
oven to dry for half an hour. A slow oven is best.
For the first two or three times, it is best to give -the
baby his bath while his mother, the trained nurse
and the neighbors are out and you have tipped off 1
the chief of police beforehand. - Ton MASSOii,
' 3Tm a feunsfimte &ne.
Bv Cora A. Matson Dolson.
When things go criss-cross, mama sayst
"A stranger girl has come: '
I do not like her manners, and
I wish she'd stay' at home.
, "I think her mama ought to make
Her lie all day in bed. :"
And not come frowning here ... . .. .
I want a sunshine girl instead.
And then it somehow seems, right of v
,';-The criss-cross tilings' arc'gorie.'"- v;,
There's no bad girl there's.' only m . v.
And Tm a sunshine one! - - ;.- '"'' !v , i
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