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Willie Gee — A Waif of the Sea
CHE good ship ''Foxton Hall" was I, bowling along, under shortened j sail, off the coast of the Island j of Jamaica, In the Caribbean Sea, working its way northward from St. Lucia to New York City. It had lust missed running into & West In dian hurricane that, several days be fore, had swept Jamaica. Except those needed to man the ship, the crew were be^ow resting. From time to time they passed bits of wreckage ajid debris in the water—evidently blown to sea i from Jamaica by the hurricane. The First-Mate, gazing out over the heaving watersv noticed a large cocoa nut tree drifting past, a good dis- \ tance from the vessel. Suddenly, he straightened up and reached for his marine glasses. Yes, he had not been mistaken. Therie, In the branches of the tree, was a huma^i figure, huddled up and still! Quickly calling out the n^essary orders, he soon had a llfe boaV launched and pulling steadily for the floating tree. When they roatched It they could scarcely believe wthat their eyes t610 ' them, for there, ctaught and held In the crotch of the tree, was a little colored boy about ten years of ago. He was unconscious and his little limbs, shrivelled from exposure to the elements, were hanging over a branch. He was quickly ^lifted Into the boat and taken back to the ship where his little body was rubbed until It glowed and he opened his amazed little eyes to find himself snugly tucked away In a nice warm bunk. ■ And then, after he had been given hot food and cof fee he told his story to the officers of the ship. It proved a truly amaz ing one, far more exciting and won derful, almost, than any story of ad- i venture you have ever read. Like all Jamaican pickaninnies, Wll- I lie Gee-—for that Is his name—-could Bwlm lyte a fish and spent many hours each d&iy sporting in the deep-blue, white-copped surf along the palm fringed byeach. One afternoon, he was diving and splashing around In the • long, rolling waves when It bega 1 to grow dark .and huge black clouds piled themselves up on the horizon. Willie well knew iwhat that meant—a hurri cane, one of those dreadful wind storms that come up In the Caribbean like a ftasli of lightning and sweep everything before It, uprooting trees and houses and sending good ships to the bottonn of Davy Jones’ locker. So. turning quickly, the little fellow paddled for dear-life for tho shore. He reached It Just before the hurri cane broke,, letting loose Its fury upon the Island of Jamaica. Running up the long, slcplng beach, he darted into an old desorted log hut that stood some distance back from the water. This, he feltrt would shelter him from the terrible wind-slorm. But sudderdy there was a rushing noise and the amazed little pickaninny felt himself being picked up, hut and all, and whirled around and around. Then, of a sudden, there was a great Jolt and a splash and he was strug gling In the water again. No, he hadn’t been dreaming! Actually, mind you, the hurricane had picked up the hut and blown It into the ocean with little Willie Inside! He wart at home In the water, but surely thlS» was more than any little ten-year-ofd boy could be expected to stand. Of course he was frightened —wouldn't Jtou have been, with the wind howling and raging around yot. and piling up the water into huge, hissing, roaring billows? Hut Willie held manfully on to the logs of the hut. now rapidly falling to pieces as the result of its mad (light through the air and its fall into the ocean. Then, gradually, the hurricane passed — for, fortunately, hurricanes pass almost as quickly as they come up—leaving the water chopping and slashing around and a little colored boy, holding on to a battered log hut bobbing around on top of them. After a long, long while little Willie espied a large cocoanut tree floating past, a good distance from him. Now cocoanut trees, you know, are very tall and have nearly all of their foliage submerged him; and again, he was entirely out of the water. He craved food, but, like the wise little boy he is, he was saving the cocoanut to make It last as long as possible. But most of all ho craved water—oh. how thirsty he was! After a long, long vigil that seamed years and years to the little waif of the sea, the dawn broke. And then, utterly exhausted, he fell asleep. Nearly two days later, unconscious and his tongue thick and parched from lack of water, he was picked up by the boat from the good ship "Foxton Hall.” Quite needless to relate, the officers and sailors made a great pet of Willie and, when the ship reached New York, ^ r • ' vi"/ fjf/mf /S' f Running Up Tho Long Sloping Beac h. He Darted Into An Old Deserted Log Hut. at the tops; there, too, hang the nuts with their refreshing milk Inside. So i Willie, who was getting hungry, let ! go of the log hut and swam for the I floating tree—a brave thing Indeed, wasn’t it, for a lone llttlo ten-year-old to do with all that deep, deep water under him? Swiftly his little black body cleaved a way through the waves and pres ently he reached the tree, pulling him self up Into the l iches and making 1 a plaoe for himself In the top of the j tree where the great leaves Joined. Then he parted the leaves and looked eagerly for the cocoanuts—and found ! Just one! He managed to make a hole In It—a by no means easy feat for the cpcoanut has a very hard shell —and drank a little of the milk. Presently, he looked around and dis covered to his horror that the tree was being carried by the tide further and further away from the beach. In fact Jamaica was but a black speck on the horizon! Then thu black tropic night came down like a mantle and, after awhile, the brl_' . stars peeped out one by one, twinkling and winking brightly at the lone little hero as though to encourage him. All night long he hung to the tree. Often the waves splashed up and half he was give* ever so many good things to eat and wear and loads of people and newspaper reporters came to see and told him what a little hero he had been. His exciting story was published In the newspapers—ask your Papa and Mamma If they remember reading It a short while ago—-but this account of it, you see, is written expressly for you and printed on your own page. Maybe, when you began to read, you thought It was Just a "story”; but by now you have found out that It Is true; that little Willie Gee really lives and really had all those dreadful things happen to him. Willie has not reached his home yet, for the "Foxton Hall,” which arrived in New York harbor In December, still had a cruise of five months to moke before It expected to touch at Jamaica. So, you see, It will be well into next May before the plucky little plcka i ninny reaches home again. In the meantime, he will have traveled near I ly half-way round the world! | A strange story, Isn't it, and one that Is pleasant to read, for always, ever since the world began, courage and fortitude and heroism are thril ! ling subjects—especially when the one who displays those qualities Is modest, ns little Willie Gee has been! Musical Insects CHERE Is muslo everywhere, for Mother Nature seems fond of melody and vibrations. Even the Insects sing and play upon little musical Instruments. Take the long horned grasshopper, for Instance. He has two sets of wings, the outer on'es used for flying and the under ones used for a fiddle and bow. Near , :he base of the Inner wings Is fastened a set of strong veins. Mr. Horned , 3rasshopper (who is the true katy Jld) moves these wings in such a manner as to rub the veins on each wing together, and this process makes a funny, wiry sound. This Is known as the "grasshopper's fiddling." Even the common, green grasshop per, that we see In the yard and about Lhe garden In the spring and summer, is a musician of some importance. His fiddle Is attached to one wing and jhe hind leg Is used as a bow. On :hls particular leg grows a line of :lny beadlike lumps, from each of which grow a number of fine hairs, ^hen the little fiddler draws this leg jack and forth against his wings it makes very cheery music, Indeed. 3ut in vain does his little sister en Jeavor to play on her wings. She joes through lhe motion, but never makes a sound because her legs have lot the line of tiny lumps and hairs. 3ut evidently she docs not know that he Is not a fully-equipped musician, ind Is forever trying to make music is her brother or father or son makes *. The cricket Is a very accomplished 'fiddler," also. He might be called he band-master, so loud and shrill is lis note. He plays one tune by day „nd another one by night, thus hav ng two programmes, as one might imy. Sometimes his day tune Is af leoted by the weather and he sings or »laya his night tuno If the clouds ! larken the sun and bring gioopi. There Is a locust known as the “sev mteen-yaar locust." He has two tiny Irums fastened to his abdomen. These little resounding boards are Ixed in place, firm and tight, and to aeh one is attached a strong muscle rhich Mr. L«ocuj<t can relax or tighten ,t will. It makes a sound like beat- - j| en i tin pan, and will drown out < any other musical note of th6 Bum mer afternoon. The death-watch beetle Is a queer musician. He burrowe Into old wood, making a tap, tap, tap, as ha goes along. Hts neighbor, the longlcorn beetle, makes a strange rattling sound by the friction of his scaly neck. And many other woods and grass Insects have musical Instruments attached tc their bodies which renrtfnd us of fid dles, and we might think with a good j deal of reason that our first violin makers got their Ideas for Invention from the natural "fiddling” Insects. HOW TO GET READY-BOIIiED EGGS. H LITTLE boy was seen by his mother pouring boiling water Into the chickens' watering though, and called out to him: ''What are you doing that for, Jimmy "I'm goln’ ter save you the trouble o' boilin’ eggs for breakfas’, Mamma,” replied the urchin. "It the hens drink boilin’ water, they’ll lay boiled eggs.” Shamrock and Snakes CHERE are po snakes in Ireland" Is more than a saying, for Im migrants from the Emerald Isle state they never saw or heard of any over there. Any Irishman will give as the reason that Saint Patrick drove them all out. Of course that Is a fairy story! But there Is a reason for thinking of Oils Churchman as having had something to do with getting rid 1 of Ihe snakes. Once?, in one of the first great ser mons he Is sahl to have preached In Ireland lie- pulled a piece of sham rock—which Is green and has three leaves like a clover- and, pointing to it, told how it was sacred because It represented the Trinity or Three-ln one. ’ Because it was associated with the Godhead, he said, nothing evil could live near it. A snake has. since the days of the Garden of Eden, been the symbol for evil, and ho declared that where there was shamrock there could be no serpents. Now the real Irish name for this plant Is trefoil and it was first called "shamrakh,” or shamrock, In the Persian tongue. Natives of Persia have always considered the plant as sacred, because it represented the Persian Trjads. or Trinity. The great Pliny, who died In 79 i A. D., told in his famous work on ' natural history that "serpents are ! never seen upon trefoil and it is a remedy against the’ sting of snakes and scorpions." Saint Patrick, knowing this, may have believed that because there were j •\ I no snakes ever seen around the trefoil of Persia, there could be none In Ireland where the shamrock abounded. St. Patrick Pulled A Piece Ot Sham rock—Which Is Green Aad Has Three Leaves Like A Clover. An Irish Home CO an American boy or girl, ac customed to his own warm, com fortablo home, those of Irish children wpuld seem strange indeed. It is a mistake, however, to picture all Ireland., as a land of poverty-stricken homes and houses that would not be as good as stables In this country. Many of the farm-houses on the Em erald Isle are most Imposing ones of stone and are furnished with pianos and pretty nearly every luxury to be found In the home of a wealthy Amer ican. / But by far the majority of them are little ones and two-room cottages. They are whitewashed and have thatched roofs that are held In place by stones suspended over the eaves, A fire of turf burns on the floor < against the side of the wall furthest removed from the entrance. And over it hangs the proverbial large, squatty looking black kettle or pot. Fastened to the wall, and high enough t:> be out of reach of the chil dren, is a series of shelves on which Is displayed the housewife’s delft china ware. Not infrequently there is a large wooden bed Instead of a pallet on the floor and a wooden chair or two and a long wooden bench placed close against the w’all. Not a very elaborately furnished room, to be sure, but little Irish lads and las sies doubtless think Just as much of their home as you do of yours—for they know no other. Climbing the Mountains A Megry Houjc Game For Children. ON rainy evenings, when children must content themselves Indoors, an Interesting game to play Is "Climbing the Mountains” which Is very enjoyable. It is played In this way: The boys and girls sit In couples round the room, one boy or girl re maining in the centre, and his or her partner s ttlng alone in the circle. The Ring Boy (or Ring Girl, as the case may be) Is the starter who stands In the centre of the circle, and he begins the game by calling out: "I went into Asia and climbed the—” Here he suddenly pauses, and the boy at whom he points his Anger must reply promptly by naming some mountain In Asia. If the boy cannot Immediately think of a mountain In Asia, he turns quickly to the girl be side him, and should she name a mountain promptly, the game contin ues. But should she also hesitate till the Ring Boy counts five, her partner takes the ring boy's place and the girl must take the place of the Lonely Girl—who sits without a partner— while the boy who has been acting as Ring Boy seats himself beside his partner. The game then begins as before, the new Ring Boy calling out: "I went Into South America and climbed—” whereupon he points to some other boy In the circle. As the game goes on every country Is named, and even the Islands may be brought Into It, for on some of the Islands of the sea are well-known mountains. First should be named the larger continents, then the countries forming the continents; such, for ex ample, as Europe, Germany, France. Switzerland, Spain, Italy, etc. Climbing the Mountains Is a very Jolly as well as an Instructive game. Sure Proof ONE day little Archie was out walk ing with his father and they saw, sitting directly ahead of them against the wall of a house, a poor beg gar holding his hat outstretched for | alms from passersby. Now, only that | morning, his father had given Archie a --- Around HU Neck Was A Placard Tlmt Read, “Deaf and Dumb.” new alilny penny, to do with as he | pleased. The little boy saw the beggar and he remembered all that his Sun day School teacher had told him about being charitable, lie drew the bright copper from his pocket quietly and looked at It—and then at the beggar. Presently a determined little expres sion settled about his tiny chin, "Papa,” he said. Just as they got In i front of the mendicant, “may I give my penny to that poor, poor beggar?" His father looked down in surprise and pleasure at his sturdy little son. Then his glance fell upon the beggar. Around his neck was a placard that ; read, "Deaf and Dumb." Now father was. very charitable himself, but lie had seen so many beggars who pre tended to be poor and ill and blind ! and deaf that he had tome to doubt ! the honesty of nearly all of them. ’ “Hum-m-m," said father, half to : himself and half to Archie, but loud | enough for the beggar to hear, "f ! wish I could tell for sure whether this | beggar is really deaf and dumb—” "Read the sign, sir,” Interposed the ! beggar quickly, forgetting himself in his anxiety not to loose the coin. Then father laughed and laughed until the tears ran down his face, i Archie coultjn't see why, so father 1 explained it to him- Then he laughed, ! too. Cap you see It? Do:you know | Why father laughed? For • Your St. Patrick’s Day Party SAINT PATRICK'S Day is usually . given over to feasting for he I himself was a Jolly, good na tured saint who liked everybody to be Iraflpy and contented. So on his day, as on those of St. Valentine i and St. Nicholas, the shops display all | sorts of gifts and souvenirs, sugges- j tlons for pretty luncheon and novel- | ties for attractive parties. Nearly ev- j ery year "Pat’s pig" is prominently displayed in the decorated store win dows and frequently he has a sprig of shamrock In his mouth. But the ap pearance of this porker changes with the years. The 1913 pig of St. Patrick is made in papier mache, or bisque or cellu loid to resemble, in coloring and shiny surface, the pinkish white slip pery specimen for which spry little Irishmen run races on the feast day. These imitation "rooters” are filled sometimes with expensive candles, sometimes with salted nuts and fre quently with favors—all of emerald hue. A centerpiece which would delight any Juvenile guest Is shown of a round shallow basket filled with make i believe shamrocks. The tall curved handle Is ornamented with them at the top where, midway, a fat bow of very green ribbon Is tied. Suspended from It by a harness of the same rib bon IS a swaying, curl tailed pig. His nostrils r re pink, his eyes pink and his little "tummy" very round. Press him on it and he grunts. Also from the top bow streamers of very narrow green ribbon run out to as many places as there will be little guests. One will end In a small Irish trunk, such as immigrants bring when they “come over”; another is attached to what looks like a real Irish pipe, but Isn't; a third may no tied to a typical j cup of "tay," and a tiny gilded harp suggests the home of the saint where the fourth ribbon ends. Invitations for such a youthful ; party can be pasteboard shamrocks, i painted green with gold lettering: "Come lunch with me and play a game— Word-making with fit. Patrick'! name." The one who manages to find most words In this difficult combination of letters may be given a box of pistachio candles, or a story of St. Patrick bound in green, as a prize. A top painted green or a growl, j fern would please a boy or girl, respectively, who proved best able to give a short. Inter esting account, without notes, of the j Saint’s life. This makes such a party , both amusing and worth while. Artificial shamrock leaves can be hidden In the most unexpected placee through the apartment or lbwer floor of the house and a ‘‘hunt" Indulged In—the boy or girl finding the greatest number In fifteen mtnutee to have a little basket of green mints, a tiny bottle of olives, a bunch of green grapes and a few conserved green gages, limes and rose leaves. After having sung some quaint Irish folk-songs for children, and perhaps had one of their number who goes to dancing school give an Irish Jig or two, the youngsters could take Irish potatoes—that have been thoroughly scrubbed—small paring knives and try cutting out pigs. As a finale of the party the guests might be asked to tell why St. Patrick Is always associated with a pig—thla writer does not know—and the one giving the best fanciful or truthful explanation might be awarded the charming green birch asket and sus pended porker. And now. having described all the events to follow the luncheon It Is Irish-llke to go back and tell what will happen first. Cut out green card board-shamrocks holding simple green candles will prove a picturesque means of lighting the table. Have Bisque of Murphy soup, which Is cream of Cutting Little Pigs Out Of Potatoes. potato thick with floating parsley. Then serve oyster patties on pastry shells with shamrock dollies, made of green tissue paper, beneath them. Chicken croquettef, molded Into the shape of corks and served with olives. French peas and stuffed Irish pots A Centerpiece Which Would Delight Any Juvenile Guest. toes—merely baked, removed from the skins, mixed with butter and seasoned and then returned to them again. The salad will delight the soul of any child or grown-up. It consists of three lettuce leaves arranged on each plate go as to form a shamrock. On them put the salad which Is a mix ture of finely chopped, cooked and seasoned sweetbreads, green peppers and celery. But the frozen "green pig." consist ing of pistachio lee cream molded Into the form of a young swine lying down will bring ''aha” from even the moEt sophisticated young one. The sweet meats can Include brown potatoes made from almond paste, green candy ■ pipes flavored with peppermint and shamrock leaves flavored with lime. Of course this same party can be given much more economically with the same games by Just having light refreshments such as lettuce sand wiches, cold ham," olives, pickles, green gelatin, pistachio ice cream, St. Pat rick candies and Roquefort cheese. A PERVERSE DOLLY tOU’RK simply dreadful. Elizabeth Jane, You cause me nothing but worry and pain; Why can't you stay In your proper place And not be always In such disgrace T Last night I put you to bed, I know. And here I’ve been hunting you high and low. Till I found you hid In the corner there With the dust mixed up in your lovely hair; And, worse than that. Just the other day Cook found you out In the areaway, With your apron soiled and your curls in knots And your nlc4 complexion spoiled with spots. \ You’re always being brought back a fright From nasty places where you’ve no ! right; If you don’t behave I’ll take a string | And tie you at home, you provoking i thing! _ ! Zoo-Jingles A BURLEY old grizzly-bear MM Two-stepped and waltzed in his lair. * * Said he, “I can dance On my hind legs and prance With the grace of a stage lady-fairI" 5AID an elephant way down in Siam "No one is so fired as I am— I carry this trunk and all kinds of junk And yet I get nothing per diem!" A MANGY old man-eating lion MM Thought that he surely would die on * * The day that he bit at his Zoo-keeper's mit— j£knd found it was made of iron I I % QurPuzzle Jt.OoBNEB. ENIGMA. I am composed of twenty letter* My 20, 3, 6, 17 Is not far. My 12, 15, 4 la not many. My 16, 7, 5, 18, 9 Is a color that Will be popular soon. My 2, 11, 10 Is a large pig. My 1, 8. 13, 14. 19 Is the Biblical name for tenth. My whole Is a famous Irish song. RIDDEN IRISH NAMES. T-Ildden In each sentence there It I given name common to Irish boyt ant girls. 1. Show up at seven o'clock sharp 2. The weather bureau predicts nc rain. 8. In case you do not And him al home, return to me. 4. We went across the bridge to gether. 5. Thanking him, I kept the change 6. Don't enter rye Aelds wlthoui permission. PRIMAIj ACROSTIC. This acrostic contains six words ol equal length. If the words are right ly rjueased and written one below an other their prlmals will spell thi name of a i)ery large body of water The cross-words are, 1. A tool em ployed by carpenters when at work 2. A house Insect. 8. A carriage. 4 A number of cars linked, together. 5 One who refuses to work. 6. To bi bright or transparent. ANSWERS ENIGMA: —Near, few, green, hog tithe; The Wearing of the Green. HIDDEN IRISH NAMES:—1. Pat, 2. Nora; S. Casey; 4. Bridget; 6. Mike, 6. Terry. PRIMAL ACROSTIC: Arctio. Cross words. 1. Auger. 2. Roach. S. Coach 4. Train. 6. Idler. 6. Glear. SOME HEIGHT. Th® Mountain Climber Say, James, this Alpine stunt’s great. An ’ you kin git such a superb view of Casey’s bone yard from this height.