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THE. NUTHATCH. IIV MAltdAKlIT V. LKinilTON. m OW, watch mcl" cries Nuthatch, as he runs down the tree-trunk head foremost. "I low many of the wood folk can do that?'' "Don't it give yon rush of blood to the head?" asks ltoli White, sha king the snowy blankets from his feathers as he creeps out of his bed. "Not me!" chuckles the stout bird in the white ve.t. "I often take a nap head down and tail up. but that's not my finest trick Look here," and flitting to an oak branch he runs along its under side with his back toward the earth, tapping it here and there to ee if there arc any juicy grubs beneath the bark. "Anbody got a hickory?" he cries. "You may have one of mine," says Silver-tail, whisking up with the nut in her mouth. Away llits White-breast, wedges his nut into a crotch in the tree, and 'hatches' it open with his strong beak. "Ah, Cousin Red-breast," he exclaims, catching sight of a trim, little nuthatch in a brownish mt and brick-red breast, "welcome to our snowy grove! Let me present my friends, the cheerful chickadees and the downy these chaps with their red caps pushed far back." "I've come," murmurs Red-breast, "to help you clear the orchard of those pear tree grubs. Do you remember what feasts we had there last Winter and how much vc helped the farmers? Why, I heard one -ay, as I breakfasted on a lump of suet in his barn-yard, that we little tree-wardens saved him over a thousand dollars last year on pears alone !" "Come, cousin," says White-breast, "and see the tenement I've picked out for Madam Hatch next Spring. Cozy, isn't it? The Flickers occupied it last, and the doorway's rather large for us. While my mate is arranging a new Brass lining I bhall make some mud cement and plaster up this lower side. Enemies and draughts must be kept out." "Fine!" says Red-breast. "I should think you'd be in a hurry to start on it, and iiave it all ready when Mrs. Hatch arrives." "Hi, cronies," calls White-breast, "I'm hungry! Let's have an air-race to the north wood lot!" and with a "yank, yank, yank!" and a "chickadec-dec-dec!" they all disappear over the hill. How to Make an English Doll Cotftag'e. D nv ii.oKK.Nn: s. r.KK.swwi. ONCE saw a dear little doll cot tage that was made entirely by a little girl only eleven years old. I suppose many lioys and girls have made doll houses out of the ordi nary wooden packing-box, but this house was of pasteboard. It could be lifted about easily o that if little daughter was plaing in the library when guests arrived, it might very easily he lifted into another room. It had the quaint, fascinating appearance of an Eng lish plaster house, and I am going to tell you just how it was made, for some other little girl may like to make and own one like it. This little girl went to the milliners and bought four large, square hat boxes, at five cents a piece. These she stitched together with heavy linen thread to form a square of four rooms. The outside was finished with a layc,r of gray bristol hoard, as mother hap pened to have some pieces left from the attic ilen. Dark, stained strips of wood were placed over the places where it was pieced. The piecings were at regular intervals and it looked for all the world just like the pictures of English cottages that one sometimes sees in magazines. Dear little windows were cut in, and the "glass" was fashioned of white tissue paper. Little criss-cross lines were made over the tissue-paper windows with a fine brush and black paint. Curtains were hung at all the windows. The parlor and dining-room occupied the two front rooms, and a bedroom and kitchen were at the rear, the kitchen being directly hack of the dining-room. The little girl Iwuglit some of the furniture at the five and ten cent store, but some of it she and her brother made from cigar boxes. The cigar box furniture was painted to match the room in which it was put and the chairs were really upholstered. To do this, they placed some paste or glue over the seat of a chair and then placed a padding of cotton. Then a scrap of dainty velvet was pasted pver this. I he parlor had an old rose wall paper ami the green velvet carpet had a wreath of deli cate roses. All the paper and carpets were remnants left from mother's rooms. A small piano, bought for twenty-five cents, an up holstered green velvet box furniture suite and a tiny table filled this room. The dining-room paper was delft blue. with a tiny white figure, and the carpet was a beautiful square of two-toned blue. The lining-room chairs, table and sideboard were stained a dark mahogany with the remains of a can of stain, and it looked fine with the rich blue color scheme. The little girl made tiny drawn-work covers for the table an 1 sideboard, and as they were so small it did not take long and it made the room very attractive. White dimity curtains were held back by drawn-work bands. The bedroom was in mauve and pink and the paper and carpet designs were tiny clus ters of pink buds. The curtains were of creamy scrim and the corners were stenciled "just like mother's," with tiny clusters of pink buds. The furniture was painted with white enamel, as some was bought ami some home made, and so they were all made in one color The little bedspread and dresser covers were remnants of mauve linen with pink stenciled buds. A tiny bathroom (the outfit was bought at the ten cent store) was curtained off with a cretonne curtain. The kitchen had a blue-checked paper with a square of linoleum to match. The cup board was filled with dishes and tiny pots and pans. A stove, table and chair com pletcd it, and blue and white dimity sash curtains were at the windows. A tiny porch, with roof, floor and pillar of bristol board, completed the tiny house. 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Mr. McGregor had hy this time reached the foot of the hill, and in a moment sal loped up to the lads. He flashed a question inn filancc at both. "How come you over here, Kenneth? I supposed you to he with the cattle." "I just left there half an hour bro and rode over to sec if Sid knew anything about the springs. They're salted again this morning." "Again, again, with you right there?" Ken neth, this is too much. Somebody should suffer for such an outrage." The shaggy head of iron-gray fairly shook with his righteous wrath. The old man glared with tvident disapproval at his son's companion. "What docs Sid know about it?" he de manded. "Have you found out anything? Of course not. Come, come, Kenneth, we must get the stock down to the ranch. I'm weary of this outlawry." He did not pause for an answer to any of his que-tions but spurred his horse on toward the springs. "Here's your sack, Sid: better keep it out of sight after this, 'specially when it s cov ered with salt." Incredulous wonder spread over the Jones boy's face. " on don t mean you won t am t you going to squeal?" "N'ot if I can help it, Sid. All we want of you is a square deal. I've tried to think how you must feel about this. If I were you, I'd want a show ; but give us a show too it means school for Art and me." Sid's relief and wonder overwhelmed him. He was only a boy, and the strain had been very great. Tears sprang into his eyes eyes that were growing hard too soon. "Ry ginger, Kid, you're sure white," Jic said presently, gazing at Kenneth in admira tion. Suddenly he thrust a brown hand across toward the other boy, then drew it back in shame. "I've been rotten all along: so's the rest of my tribe. I take back every thing about your doing us dirt it's us." "Then the spring "I'll never dope another spring not even for my dad: he'll half-kill nie if he knows I got caught." "Then, good-by, Sid, I've got to go." "Hv George, you're sure a white one! So long." The week is not a real division of time, for there i no change in nature to mark it. It i- part of the religious marking off of time, but in the sense of nature's division it is wholly artificial. This is not true of night and day, which we would know for divisions, even had they no names, nor of the year, for while man ha given to the months their names, they are really marked off from each other by sharp variations of weather. May is really dif ferent from June, and October from November. The total known coal production of the world Cc.Nclusive of brown coal or lignite) in lot t was about 1 ,o,',o,0(m,oo() tons, of which the United States produced approxi matcly 11:1,02:1,000 tons; United Kingdom, 271,8'.i'.t.OiiOj Germany, 158,104,000; I-ranee :i8,O2:t,00, and Uelgiuni, 2i!,GB:i,000, The area of the Helgian Kongo is csti mated at about UOO.ooo square miles, and it has a population of not more than !),ooo,. 000 natives and 4,000 whites. There arc about forty Americans in the Kongo. Next Week Robert W. Chambers will take the readers of 66 513 on a trip underground in com pany with MOLLY MOLE in another of those fascinating stories in the "Voices of the Woods" series o4nd now we call your attention to an artist who has made you all smile. You have seen his initials, " E. G. L.," to some of the funny things in our pages. Next week he has two whole pages to himself in which to amuse you. This will be the E. G. LUTZ PAGE and it will keep you laugh ing for a week. o4nd a ripping BASEBALL STORY by KINGSLEY MOSES who wrote " Mock Turtle."