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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.
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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. This little girl
has mamma ami papa, little girl and boy serv
ant dolls, all suitably dressed, and she spends
many gay hours "pretending" with her little
household.
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CIRCUS DAY IN SQUARETOWN,
Tlhxe Salted Springs.
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"There'- your old man" Sid pointed over
the hill with alarm in his already drawn
face "now squeal."
Jti't as Sid put spur to his pony Kenneth
reached out and tore loose the salt-cncmsted
sack, folded it ami thrust it under him.
"Now stay ripht here and don't run away
like a coward," he ordered roughly.
Sid rode hack, dominated hy the older hoy,
though why he could not have told.
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."

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