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HAVE found an Italian teacher,
Frances," said Mr. Moore to his wife
one evening on his return from the
"An Italian master! Don't . you
think the children are too young to
, ' study languages ?" she asked.
"No, dear; they can never begin too soon to catch
'"Somebody his been working on your sympathy, I
know," cried the wife, who knew too well that people
were always bringing pitiful talcs tocher kind-hearted
husband. She was never surprised at seeing the most
absurd articles arrive at the house, such as 'washing
machines that were of i.o earthly use, or paintings too
Ugly to hang "because," as Mr. Moore explained, "we
must not make paupers of the unfortunate by giving
them money for nothing."
An Italian teacher was something new. Skilful ques
tioning disclosed the fact that the charitable man had
discovered an Italian gentleman poor, proud and
ficarly desperate in his vain search for employment to
support his wife and baby. Mr. Moore had made him.
believe that he was anxious to find a teacher, and pride
Now, though the wife loved to tease, and to laugh
at .tier husband when he was humbugged, there was no
cne so ready to help the really needy ; so it happened
that a large class was formed to study Italian, and
.'A MAN CAME SWIFTLY DOWN THE PATH
Norman and Alice Moore became the youngest and
most apt pupils. The young Italian and his wife .were
truly charming people. They and the baby became val
ued friends; 'and the little people learned more in help
ing to teach- the baby to talk than in the classroom. '
t Now, this introduction is only to tell you how the
children learned something of the language. The good
use thy-madc of k in after years, in a moment of
great danger, you will learn by and by.
One winter, two years later, Norman and Alice went
with their moth r to Mentone, in the south of France.
Everything' was -delightful there. to bathe in the sea
in December;, to pick flowers and fresh figs; to ride
on dopke'ys,; to watch the fishermen, and women, too,
in many motley colors, haul in the nets, perhaps to find
but a handful of sardines; to watch 4he boys dive for
sea-urchins, (or sea eggs)-, and see the people eat them
raw. '. . '
! Norman. was very fond of natural history, and was
'always' learnwg He -examined the sea-urchins care
fully jw'uh' tys microscope, finding that they have spme
lik qnills like . lite, porcupine, the .upper part protected
,,. hjr a curved ,shelL ..This shell, Norman learned from
his natural history, 5s "'one of the most marvelous
structures in the animal kingdom, and the mechanical
difficulties which it overcomes in its formation are of
no ordinary kind." The sea-urchin is fond of burrow
ing in the sand, leaving a funnel-shaped depression,
which guides the eye to its hiding-place.
The lizards were many, and they loved to watch them
basking in the sun or gliding rapidly along the stone
walls. -They loved, too, to visit the potteries and see
the most lovely jars .and vases made from the clay.
The potter showed them his pet blue and green frogs,
which he kept in water in glass jars. They were very
tame, and knew their owner. The blue one was a rare
specimen and of a turquoise hue.
Norman and Alice improved their Italian in talking
with the Mentonese, many of whom are Italians, Men
tone being on the border-line between France and Italy ;
and they made friends with a quaintly garbed old
shepherd, whose sheep knew their names and followed
him up the mountains to feed on the scanty herbage,
or through the gray-grccn olive-groves.
The glorious blue sea was an unending delight. They
went out in the queer lateen-sailed fishing-boats, or
sat on the shore with their mother watching the waves
ebbing and flowing continually; for the Mediterranean
is a tideless sea, and unlike the seaside they knew at
home, where the tides make a great difference on the
beach twice a day. -- '
But best of all were the donkey-rides," for the little
creatures were so stubborn and wise "that they were
very amusing. One morning, when a large party was
going from the hotel, the donkey-woman
who brought the little animals and went
along beside them to urge them on tried
to mount a fat lady, who stood on a
bench for the purpose. Now, this little
; donkey had carried the old lady before;
moreover, he was a donkey of a good
r . . memory, and his poor back still felt sore
from her great weight. He allowed the
woman to- lead him to the bench, but
each time the large rider tried to
scat herself, Mr. Donkey gave a jerk
and a bound to the other side of the
road. " The large lady was very good
natured and laughed heartily.
" "Poor donkey!" she said. "He re
members," and laughed harder than
ever That gave every one else a chance
to laugh, too, without seeming rude, and
when the stout donkey-woman picked up
.a thin little old gentleman and popped
him on the saddle, a perfect rear of
laughter rent the air. ,
The Carnival was a great event, and
when King Carnival rode past, seated
on a huge fish, and followed by many
grotesque and funny figures, the chil
dren threw confetti with the crowd, and
had no end of fun.
The Battle of ' Flowers was another
great attraction, each carriage being
most beautifully decorated with its
chosen flowers. Masses of pink roses
covered one carriage, and the ladies who
occupied it wore colors to match. An
other carriage was decked with yellow
blossoms, and still another with violets.
Bouquets were flung from the roadside
and from carriage to carriage, and the
battle was fast and furious.
Toward spring our little party left
Mentone, going into Italy, where they settled in a little
village by the sea, where the Maritime Alps rose high
above them. .They took long walks, as they had done
in southern France, exploring the rocks,, gathering wild
flowers or wandering through lemon and orange
orchards on the terraced sides of the mountains. Some
times the few - English-speaking . strangers went with
them on their rambles. -
"Mother," Norman said one day, "we found a lovely
new walk this afternoon. Alice and I followed Mon
sieur Jacques and his friends up a winding path from
the rocks, through, the terraces, and came out on the
high-road, and home that way. You come to-morrow,
and we will show you the way."
They had become 1 so fond of the gentle Italians of
Mentone that they felt quite fearless in taking lonely
walks, or even in picking a fresh, juicy lemon or Or
ange, but in this little place where they were now stay
ing they were comparative strangers.
Early one afternoon the mother and children set
forthto explore the new path, walking first along the
shore and clambering over rocks, and at a sharp turn
ing finding the little foot-path leading up the steep hill
side.' It wound along near the sea, up through lemon
orchards and skirting an olive grove. Up and up they
climbed.- It seemed very still and Jonely, and they
met no one until they were more than half-way up'
the hill. They sat- down and rested, ' looking out on
the exquisite blue sky and sea and white-winged boats..'
Moving on again, .the path became stjeepcr and nar
rower, and was cut so close to the cliff .that they walked
"single file" for fear of falling over the precipice. ..
Just at this point tbcy heard footsteps above them,
and a man with a soft hat pulled over his face, and a
kerchief tied under his chin, as if for toothache, came
swiftly down. Instinctively, each moved to the inner
side of the path and let him take the dangerous edge
nodding a polite "good-day," as they always did to
the ' peasants. They said nothing to cich other, but
continued the ascent. At a bend of the path they
each glanced carelessly back, and saw, to their alarm,
the man standing still and furtively watching them. It
gave them an uneasy feeling. Coming to a point where
the path divided, Mrs. Moore said:
"Are you sure you know which one leads to the road,
"Yes, Mother; come on quickly." The trees and
shrubs were thick here, and a ruined cottage was on
the terrace at one side.
"I don't remember that house," whispered Alice.
Again they heard steps, but dared not look back.
The man came quickly up, passed Mrs. Moore, passed
THE CHILDREN THREW CONFETTI WITH THE CROWD
Alice, and, reaching Norman, who was in advance,
grabbed him roughly by both arms rnd turned him
round, planting himself firmly in the narrow path, as
though to say, "So far and no farther."
Then the brigand for such he wasdrew a pistol
and pointed it at the boy. Terror filled their hearts,
but they showed no sign of fear. Mrs. Moore asked
him politely to show ihem the way, but he shook his
head. She then opened her purse, but he again shook
his head and pointed at the path leading to the water,
evidently trying to drive them down.
Suddenly little Alice gave a bound away, and looking
down another path (the one they should have followed)
began to call out and chatter fluently in Italian.
"Ah! they come, they come!" she cried. "My father;
my uncle; Maria; all! Come, Papa! Come! Hur
Then to the amazement of Mrs. Moore, who be
lieved the child saw someone, Norman, too, began to
shout at the top of his voice, and shaking his fist at the
brigand, screamed: ''
"Fly, villain, fly or you die! Die like a dog! The
master comes to take your life."
The brigand let the arm that held the pistol drop to
his side, gave a look of surprise and fear, and rushed
to the narrow path leading to the sea dashed headlong
down jumped into a boat and rowed rapidly away.
But before he reached the boat, Norman cried, "Quick,
Mother, quick! Here is the right path," and, climbing
quickly, they gained the high road, which the steep hill
had hidden from their sight.
"I thought we were certainly going to be shot," said
Norman, ''but I meant to fight." ; - -
"I thought we were three to one," said his mother,
"but that others might come out of the cottage' and
carry us off and hold us for'ransom." '
'Oh! I thought J should die of fright," whispered
poor little Alice, "till I remembered our dialogue we
used .to frighten the ether children with at homeland I
was so glad when Norman came in with his part
'Fly villain!' and all the rest. I rcal!y believe I made
the brigand bclkvc' I saw somebody."
"You certainly did, child," said her mother. "You are
a clever pair of actors, and you didit-so Xvc'd that I
quite believed when you beckoned and called that you
really saw some people coming to our aid."
' .The village had lost r.'.l charm for our friends now,
and they had not another happy moment. T They im
agined they saw the brigand in every ini-fFcrisivc peas
ant who pulled his hat. over his eyes; for their nerves
had been sadly shaken, and Mrs. Moore realired with
gratitude that but for the happy fhar.ee that Sent-the
Italian teacher to her home, she and her children might
not "have lived to tell the talc." They visited many
beautiful spots, but lonely walks had no attractions for
them. To-day they might revisit the dargerous place in
safety, as the desperate men . arc gone forever; but
never, as long as they live, will they forget the perilous
path. . ; -i f f.?.
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15b Htyit Dt &rmont
The ants have, each a brush and 'comb,
A pocket has the bee;
A spear, the slendcr-waisted wasp,
That you will feel, maybe.
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The spider has her spinning-wheels,
The moth a pair of shears;
The glow-worm bears a tiny lamp,
That always bright j appears.
By Helen Leah Reed
My Auntie has a camera, and when I'm out at play
And see her coming wkh it, I try to hide away.
For oh, it is so. bothersome to hear her, with a laugh.
Call, "Stand just where you are, dear; I'll take a pho
tograph.'' Sometimes an angry lion, I have just begun to roar,
And all the children run from me to sneak behind the
When Auntie to our forest comes why does she stop
our fun ?
I'd just as soon that camera should be a loaded gun.
Ferhaps a fire engine, I am rushing to a fire.
While people loudly call for help as flames rise higher
I hurry toward the hydrant there, for oh! the flames
When Auntie with her camera cries, "What a fine snap
shot!" But then it doesn't seem to snap, so I must be polite.
And when she says. "Oh, please, stand still, the sun is
not just right." -; J ' : .
I have to pull up where I am and see that house burn
down, - :
For Auntie doesn't understand, even when I twist and
She only says. "Don't squirm, my pet ! Oh, what a cun
Your scowl is better than a smile," so that's the way
A p'liceman or an admiral, no matter what I am,
I have to face that camera as quiet as a lamb. .
I3p a. 13. c.
"Ill be g!ad when I get that whole pile of wood in.
Then 111 be through with it, won't I, Mama:".
"No, Ted. You know I shall want you to carry out
the ashes after the wood is burned up," answered mama.
"Then 111 be through with it, Mama."
"No, I think not," answered mama, while Ted's eyes
grew big with wonder.
"You will scatter the ashes on the cornfield, and papa
will t1ow them in in the spring. Then you will help
him plant the corn, you know. The corn will grow,
eating the ashes and ground about it, and by and by
you will eat the sweet corn."
i "Oh, we'll sort of eat the. wood ourselves, and that
will he the end of the old. wood-pile.'
"Not quite.' said mama. , "There will be cobs left,
and stalks of the corn. We may feed them to the pig
jor to the cow, and that will give lis meat or milk."
"Well, I never knew -before there was so much in a
wood-pile, said Ted. - u
A house the snail has, strong and neat,
'Tis carried on its back; ,
The beetles beat a big bass drum "
Of noise there is no lack.
Whate'er they have, these creatures small
Both wisely use and well;
I wonder if all boys and girls
This of themselves can telL
3p fjtlcn Leah Etrt
I want to see a grandmother like those there used to bv
In a cosy little farm-house, where I could go. to tea;
A grandmother with spectacles and a funny, frilly cap.
Who would make me sugar cookies, and take me on
her lap, . '
And tell me lots of stories of the days when she was
When everything was perfect not like to-day at all.
My grandmother is "grandma," and sfce lives in a hotel,
And when they ask, "What is his age?", she smiles and
. will not tell. .
Says she doesn't care to realize that she is growing old;
Then whispers "But you're far too big a boy for me
to hold." . ..
Her dresses shine and rustle, and her hair is wavy
And she has an automobile, that she steers, herself
My grandmother is pretty. "Do I love her?" Rather
Our Norah calls her stylish, and on the whole I guess
She's better than the other kind, for once when I was
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She helped my mother nurse me, and read to me until
I fell asleep ; and stayed with me, and wasn't tired, and
She played nine holes of golf with me when I got out
Yet, because I've never seen one, just once I want to
A real old-fashioned grandmother, like those there used