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The Giant's New Year's Stockings
THERE on.c lived on the top of a
high mountain In Cornwall a
very strange llttlo dame who
kept a large flock of nfreep. Her near
pi»t neighbor was a good naturrd giant,
who lived In ii great castle, CO largo
that any ordinary person might easily
fret lost in It. The giant was the last
of his racp.
Every spring the little dame sheared
Tier sheep and wove the wool Into two
great (dockings, one red and one blue.
Then, on tho last day of the old yoar,
she snddlvd her donkey and rode flown
Ihe mountain side to the little village
below, to till the stockings with goodies
for the giant's New Year'R dinner. The
ptople always expected the llttlv; damn,
and for fifty years sho had neve;
fulled to come. She was very, very
old. The greut-grandmothors, even, iv
membei-od stories nbout her and the
Kiu nl, whom they believed to be n
vtry wicked galnt and much given to
devouring pvople. No one as yet,
hirwever, had had tho courage to Bcalt"
the mountain and find out the truth
lor himself.
And here, on the last day of the year,
the little dame, as usual, stood In tho
market place, buying all sorts of good
things to "eat. At last, just as the
stockings were full to tho brim, the
clock in the old church tower tolled
the twelve strokes of noon— the time
when she nlways started for home.
In a group of children by the foun
tain In the center of the market place
stood Gwenn. her black eyes big with
wonder, for this was the first time she
had been allowed to go to see the little
«lame of whom she had hoard so many
strange storivs. Oh, how Gwenn
wished she might know what was to
become of all those good things!
Now It happened that the little dame
wanted a nice little girl to tend her
sheep- so as she rode past the fountain
and saw our Gwenn she suddenly
stopped her donkey and said:
"How do you do. little girl? ould
you like some nuts?" And she gave
Gwenn a handful. The nuts were en
chanted and made whoever ate them
wish to do her bidding, and so when
she said. "Would you like to make m«
n visit?" of course Gwenn said "Yes."
"Very well, then, get into the top of
the red stocking and you may ride all
the way." said the little dame.
It seemwd a long time to Gwenn be
fore they reached the top of the moun
tain, and finally .«he went to sleep. It
was quite dark when they reached the
little dame's houtv, and the poor little
dame herself was so tired that she for
got all 'about Gwenn and went into
the house to rest before taking the
stockings to tho giant. •
What Is Puzzling the Pup?
The hidden letters in the picture when found and put together properly will spell the word which completes th<!
Prize Stories Written by Herald Young Folks
1 ENA ANNE, Yuma—
Class A *-'•«"
Angeles— Clans H Vi.W
gt'les—Cla*s C 'I' oo
By Lena Anne— Class A — Fourteen
It was a beautiful New Year's nay—
lUKt the kind of a day for U party out
jii the lawn. It was Floy's birthday,
mo. and mamma had said that she
might ask seven little girls to upend |
the afternoon with her and take lea.
The tea table was to b-j set In the
shade of the big maple tree.
"Seven other girls!" cried Floy.
"There will be eight of us in all, and
I am 8 years old!" Then the happy ,
llltle girl danced off to tell her friends j
about It. That afternoon they came,
bright und early, each of the seven
with a doll in her arms and a sunny .
emlle <>" ht'r face, lor what would 'i
tea party be. without dolls and smiles?
Hut about the middle of the afternoon
tli«? dolls were thrown down unnoticed
und the Hiniling fares grew sober. The
nun had hid, his fuce behind v cloud,
mid the great drops began to patter
down. "It Is Just too bad to huve my
party spoiled like thin," cried Floy
und all the other little girls neenv.nl to
be of the name opinion. "Why, yeH. it
would be too bud to let such a llttlo ,
thing an the ruin spoil It," an id grund- i
ma. who had overheard the little girl's
remark- "i)ut you don't mean to let
II do you." "Oh, grandma," Floy an
uwered. "how can it help spoiling otn
party I" "We can't have our U'u'out
Violty soon tho slant Rot tired ol
uniting mid thought he would BM 10
thltma himself. So ho wont to the lit
tle dame's house and lay down and
looked Into the window. Ho was .«o
vory tall that his knees came to til*
chimney. There he saw th>.> pour little
dame fast asleep.
"Ah." n:i ld the Riant, "I'll take the
flocklnss homo myself und save her
the trouble." Up was really a vory
kind hearted Riant. As he slung the
stockings over his shoulder, ho said.
"It soems to me that those stockings
nre very lively," for Gwenn. who had
wakened and was very much fright
ened, was kicking violently. At last
the Riant reached his cnstW* and began
to take tho provisions out tit his stock
ings. The first thing he came to was
"Ho, ho. ho!" roared he. "and, pray,
who nre you?"
Gwenn was horribly frightened, but
said as loud us she could. "I'm Gwenn. "
"Indeed." said the giant: "It's lucky
for you the little dainv converted me,
1 used to eat little girls."
Ho smacked his lips in a ferocious
manner, then he held her up by her
lnmr black hair, and turned her round
and round. Finally he said:
"You nre pretty fat. I fe«l quite like
backsliding and eating you for dinner.'
"Oh, please," said Gwenn. "please do
not eat me; I'm not very fat."
Just then in came the little dame.
She had run all the way, for slk- did
not quite like to trust po dainty a
morsel as Gwenn to a hungry plant on
New Year's day. especially as the little
girl had been packed with the turkey
and other good things for the great
man's dinner. But when the little
dame, all out of breath, rushed Into
tho presence of the giant he knelt be
fore her and, balancing Gwenn on the
tip of his forefinger, thanked the little
danra for her pretty present, promis
ing, as he was a good slant, to keep
the little girl to look at, and never eat
her. however fat she might grow to be.
We know the little dame had never
Intended this, but being a wise little
dame she kept her own counsel. The
next morning, however, when the giant
looked for his treasure, Gwenn . was
nowhere to be seen.
"So that's your game, my little
dame," quoth he.
Watching his opportunity, one day
when Gwenn was tending the sheep
he took her home with him. And so
the time sped on. Sometimes the big
giant and sometimes the little dame
would get possession of Gwenn, who
on her part really enjoyed the situa
tion and giew to love both of them
with all her heart. When, however, on
the next to the last day of the year,
of doors," said Nellie, who wanted to
help her little friend to show grandma
that the party really \v«» spoiled.
"That is so," said grandma, "but the
table will look very pretty set in the
dining room, and the tea will taste
ji-xt as well here out of the pretty
china cups, ns It would out under the
maple tree. We can't always huve all
we want, dear, but we can always ilnd
Komcthlng good in what we do have,
if only look for It."
Grandma took up lvcr paper again
and Floy brought out the pretty pink
cup and mtuwr that her father had
given her for her last birthday present.
"Aunt Mary has ever no many lovely
china cups," paid Alice Gray. "Home
of them she does not use very often
and she will not let me touch them for
fear I shall break them. They were
made in a country far away across
the sea."
"I wish I knew what country it is,
said Mary. "£ would like to wee the.
man who made them," aald another
Then grandma, who had ;i way ol
hearing what won said, though she
seemed to be reading, looked up from
her paper and HaiU: "It takes more
thun onu man to make, v teacup.
Would you lik-a to hear about the
country In which they are made ami
the men who nrst made them."
Of course the girls were ready for v
story, und were »oon seated neur
Eiandma'ti chulr listening eagerly, eiultu
torgetful of the rain.
You nee it i» not the weather that
Hpoiht cur days x» much us It is otu
LOS ANGI2LISS, Dec. 20, 1901
Gwenn saw the little, dame preparing
for her annual visit to the village, thd
thought of her own d-aar pupa ancl
mamma so overcome her that she
begged to be allowed to go home again.
"That is right," said the good giant;
"That Is right," echoed tho little dame.
Editor s of -Youth's Department: -l
thank you very much for the prize
money awarded me for my story, as it
was unexpected and a happy surprise.
Hoping to try again, I remain,' yours
truly, KUTH M'MANIS. :
' " I.OS ANGELES, Dec. 19, 1904.
, Editor Youth's Department, L,os An
geles Herald.— Dour Madam: Please
accept my thanks for your kind letter
and l he, $2 prize, which 1 just received.
Thanking you again, 1 am yours truly,
By Dorothy Kennedy — Class B — Elev.
. en Years
Don't you want to hear about the
dearest little pet in the world? It >■
a little wild bird, It In linnvn with «
little yellow around Its throat and It
lias a long ilender bill. 1 wish sonws
body could tell mo what' It is.
One day we huw'Ji jiiHt outside the
dining room window Milling on the
branch of a roaebuih and then Hying
to the swinging hi'uiich of v jasmine
[clone by. We opened the window and
put some, crumbs on l l»e Bill. It wuh
wry timid at first and would not come
near but in a day or two it would
come boldly up and we could nee It
l,UklnK up crumbs.
Kvery morning early we put out Its
bieakfast und the next morning' ever/
crumb in gone, and U ia chirping lor
more. It seems to be by HuelJV for' «
playa uround ull duy flying to the
tt-eeß In the garden and then buck to
the window. Wo hope it hut) a mate
and that next spring then* will bo a
r.est clone to the window.
We Uvj»'t »wj bvw it cull cat so muny
But it was not without many tears
that the final goodbys were said. That
night Gwenn went to sleep In the toe
of the red stocking, for the little dame
was to start before daylight for the
Gwenn was glad to get home again
Christmas on Bonanza Creek
M. Wilma Sullivan
THE whistles on Claim 2fl, above
.Bonanza Creek, were announcing
the end of the day's work when
Superintendent Ballantine of the Great
Yukon Mining company locked his of
fice door and started down the trail to
the mess house. The heavy haze of
Klondike December weather hung from
the clouds and almost encompassed the
little loar cabin in the distance, toward
I which all the miners were now hustling
to enjoy Tony's supper.
Just as l\.'r. Ballantine was crossing
the government road he met what ap
peared to be a bundle of fur with moc
casins vceplnE out beneath and big
brown eyes and a few curls, silver from
the frost, s-hliing underneath a Yukon
cap of rabbit fur. ■
"Hello, sir! Where are you going,
my little chap." asked the superintend
ent, as he stopped in front of the boy,
whom In: quickly recognized as little
Tom CoUer. His mother, who lived in
one of the cabins on the company's
claim, did the laundry and mending
for the men.
' Well, I'm looking for some one who
knows Santa Claus, or who knows
where I can send word to him. I
tliousht I might meet the stage and
John could tell me. Yon see, I'm afraid
he won't find us, 'way up on this trail.
Mother's sick, so she can't let him
know about "now we left Dawson."
Mr. Ballantine, who knew the story of
the boy's family and admired the en
terprising'youth of five years, took him
by the hand, saying: "It's too cold, my
lad,, to talk here. We will go down to
supper. Some of the men may be able
to locate Santa Claus for you."
As the thermometer then registered
fifty below zero the superintendent and
bey made quick time across the creek
end some already worked ground to the
mess house.
Throwing open the door, Mr. Ballan
tine shouted, "Tony, here is a new
boarder. Can you make a place for
him right with the boys?" While Tony
was cheerfully saying, "Alle litee, me
make place," Tom had off his cap and
coat and felt at home with the men
whom he saw every day digging for the
tig nuggets and ■ yellow dust. After
Dick Hooligan had finished his story of
crumbs but we, never see any pUiet
birds except once v young mocking
bird and it was only Retting a drlnK
fiom a jar we keep full of water.
Ouo day a golden oriole sat on tn«
fence right under live hose ancl took
such a good bath.
We love our bird friends so much
und though we have a big black oat,
he. never tries to catch the birds but
the mice are very much ufrald of him.
I have a pet rabbit. Her name la
Cut This Out and Make Puss in Boots
D.WcUona.-Cut out the fl 6u,,H6 u,,H .nd.fo.d < r^ XXUX^i^X^ fe^f""^" rA'Sr.tfoW
and lived long enough to tell her great
grandchildren the story of her visit to
th« giant. But although the little
dame and the giant are still alive no
ont has ever seen the little dame and
the donkey and the giant's New Year's
stockings again.'
the Swede who 'staked a claim 250 feet
/jiere, 250 feet there, end 250 feet straight
ftp in the air," the boys with hearty
laughter greeted the youngster. "How
is your mother today and the kids?"
{inquired Skookum Jim, who sat oppo
"Mother is in bed yet. Ann is look
ing after the two children," replied
"And what are you doing out on one
of the coldest days this winter?" asked
Bill Jackson; feelingly. Tom's eyes were
set on the telephone in the corner of
the room. Then excitedly came the
"Please may I talk through the 'talk
box! "
All the men wondered as Dick said,
"Who do you want to talk to, my boy?"
But Tom, with an air befitting matters
of such serious state, answered, "To
Santa Claus. because you know he may
be doesn't know that we live up on this
trail. Mother said she didn't believe
he'd find us this year, 'cause when
father didn't come back from the Koy
ukuk country, and mother had to move
up here, she didn't write Santa Claus
where to find us. I s'pose she thought
dad would come back, then we would
go home again. But now mother says
we mustn't expect to see dad again in
the Klondike, 'cause he's probably
found the city whose very streets are
paved with gold, and is waiting there
for ufe to come to him."
Dick lifted little Tom on to a stool
under the "talk box," and told him to
"Go ahead. Santa Claus will find you
all right!" In the excitement of being
personally at the "talk box,'.' Tom did
not realize that no one answered him as
he continued to explain just where to
find them, and if Santa did not have
time to come upon this creek on his
way south, or If he couldn't drive his
reindeers up, why he could send one
of his messengers with a dog team; or
may be he could get John, who drives
the six horses on the stage, to bring
the Christmas things. Ann, who was
7 years old, would like skates: Rhondi
wanted a doll, and Jack an engine that
looked just like the one over in the
engine house on No. 20, and that he
could make whistle, too. For hlmsel",
besides skates, he would like a "husky"
dog and sled; then he could deliver
laundry for mother.
Half-past 7 o'clock found Dick Hool
Mollie Cottontail. She is one year old.
Whenever she sees me with food sho
comes running up tom e and eats out
of. my hand. She eats almost every
thing. Sometimes I let her out of her
pen in the morning and she comes
back in the evening. Whenever she
hoars anybody coming she sits on her
haunches and listens und sees who it is.
We are very fond of her' and pet ncr
a great deal' Once she got over In our
neighbor's yard and ran after the
chickens. Some of the chickens sur
rounded the rabbit and the rabbit
scared them away.
Iffafl. sometime* chII.mI "Happy:" "Big
Dan," "Sandy" Miller, Jack Warring
ton, Ole. Olson and four or flvo others
seated on boxes, barrels or stools gath
ered around ;ho airtight stovo in the
company's small log store, which was
the post office and the center ' from
which radiated all the social life of the
creek above Discovery. The stage
brought tho evening papers from Daw
son. and these woro usually eagerly
read, as they were about tho only con
necting link with the grout outside
world during Ihe long, dnrk winters.
"I'd about forgotten It was Christmas
time," put In "Sourdough Peter." "That
little Colter chap set nw a thlnkln' o'
my little unR 'way back east. Hut I
reckon their tnolher'll manage a good
dinner fer 'em out o' whnt I send her."
Throwing his paper with much em
phasis on the store floor "Sandy" Mill
er, a "skookum" southerner of twenty
two yours, exclaimed;
"Well, boys, what's to bo done?
Christmas Is only two days off. I^et's
have a little fun around hero and make
a Bonanza Santa Claus for Mother Col
ter's children."
"All right. Fir," onthuslnstlcallj
agreed "Billy" King. "Let's give the
llltle unfortunates a jolly good Christ
mas. Dawson's only eighteen miles
from here. I'll 'mush* down there to
morrow and get nil the toys or things
"He Lifted the Boy to the Talk Box"
which must be on record in the 'talk
box.' Say. I tell you that made me
think of how green I was then in New
York last winter."
"As Mark Twain says," Interrupted
"Sandy," "walkin'a bad and ratlroad
connection's poor, but I reckon I can
take a day off and 'mush' to town with
you, 'Billy.' I reckon I could make a
few suggestions, havin' picked Ann out
for my future wife.
"I. could never forgat her a sett in'
among those wild roses 'long side the
trail last June, ev'ry rose a vyin' with
the other to win her admiration. An'
how her great, big, dreamy brown eyes
just looked so contented while the
breezes played with those golden curls."
"Just bring all the candy and nuts
you can carry and I'll foot the bill,"
said "Joe" Fisher. Here Mr. , Richard
son, one of the "lucky ones,", added that
"a poke of nuggets will also be ready."
At the same time a thin voice from
the rear announced, ','We makee big
Klymus dinner, too."
"The very thing, Tony," said "Dick
Hooligan. "We will cut out the custom
ary Christmas tree, for the mountains
are covered with them decorated with a
sparkling covering whole heaps prettier
than we could fix one. Hurrah for the
Christmas dinner! And hurrah for the
Colter children."
"Sandy" and "Billy" started for Daw
son early next' morning, with Husky
and Mai hitched to tho slod. The boys
had been so generous that "Billy said
they would need the dogs and sled to
bring home all the orders.
"I never heard so much about Christ
mas in all my "fr." commenced Super
intendent Unllijntlne, "as I did In tl*.r>?e
two days. The boys seemed filled with
the snirit of Christinas. They entered
into the celebration with heart and
" 'Billy' anl 'Sandy' came back from
Dawson with the sled loaded with pack
ages. And the boys at home had made
the mess house into a perfect delirium
of Christmas decoration*. 'Sotirdough
I'ple' hnd covered the walls with red,
white nnd blue bunting. Flogs of nil
countries hung from thr rolling nnd thn
Union Jack find Stars and Stripes were
draped over the doors.
"Skookum Jim thought there phouM
he some pvorgreens. So ho cut small
trees and put one In pnch corner. Then
Dick shook tinsel all over them Hnl
stuck shiny balls hero nntl there, with
a few red ribbon bows some girl hnd
given him. nil tho time Hinging some
thing nbont 'Three cheer* for Christ
mas time, for I don't feel homesick
then; wherever the holly and mlstletofl
hang. It's just like home again.'
"The long tables were nil decorated
nnd everything made ready for a roynl
fenst. The company's store, had been,
culled upoh for the best It held in
"The odor of the Christmas turkey .
etftarußed the boys as they hustled
slfC't, marking packages and putting
on The Jlnlshing touches for the coming
"Now, n Santa Clans had to be found
nnd everybody's choice fell on Happy
Dick. In a few minutes a great fur coat
and hood covered him from head to
foot. His brown whiskers were made
white with the boxes of starch the boys
shook on them. Strings of bells hung
from his neck, .wrists and around his
ankles and he certainly looked like a
real Santa Santa Claus.
"All was now ready. The men who
had been waiting at the store were told
and Skookum Jim made a hasty trip to
the Colter cabin for the children.
"Well. I wish you could have seen
those children and heard the shouts of
joy when, they 'saw the. messhouse
changed to fairyland— tffe tables .with
the big turkeys here and there,, and
dishes of fruit, candies and nuts suat
tered about, and Tony's big Christmas
cake right in the center. '-„■• ;
"We had not commenced the turkey
course when we heard bells outside and
some one calling, "Whoa, whoa,. Nick!'
"Tom could not keep quiet, ; but
shrieked. 'Santa Claus! I knew he'd
come when. he got mv message.' Billy
opened the . door and 'In came a big
dog all covered with greens, tinsel and
snow, drawing a sleigh,' In which sat a
real Santa. Claus with a real pack. I
thought Mary's eyes would pop out of
her head and Tom would cheer him
self hoarse, while Rhondl patted the
dog, and baby Joe, •on Skookum Jim'g
lap, held out his hand for the brightest
colored packages. Santa went around
giving everybody all sorts of presents.
He gave Skookum Jim a tiny china
doll, dignified Richardson a Brownie
camera, Olle Olson a jumping jack.
-Tony a red and yellow necktie -and. ma
a toy tea set. There were the skates,
the dolls and the engine, which whis
tled just like the one on No. 29, and the
good dog St. Nick, as he was afterward
called and the sled to make the Colter
babies clad, while every miner present
had a souvenir of the merriest kind o£
a Christmas.
"A picture was taken to show good
Mother Colter, who did not dare to
come out, and to send to the great 'out
side' that all who are Interested in the
children of the north might see how lit
tle Tom Colter's message to Santn
Claus was answered In the Klondike."

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