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discovered that he had only one hand
and that his arm was bandaged up.
He explained that he had been shot
through the hand while trying to help
„ ■■„,,. ... Q^vMnr, „.,. . had been shot, to
get In a quiet place.
"Oh, you poor boy! But you were
bra.^, v, _-w l on. ' ns,..u hi.c cnimi
Doll, almost sobbing.
"Yes, I may have been, 'i suppose
you think so, dear," answered her
lover. I •
Just then in came the Jap Doll. She
said, "It would be nice if the wedding
was held tomorrow."
The lovers thought that it would be
a good time, too. So it was decided
that the next morning the minister of
the village would come and make the
two one.
Next day the China Doll, dressed in
white China silk and fine lace, was
married. The toys and dolls all were
present. The dolls no longer thought
that the happy, smiling bride had a
cold heart. '
Grade AS, Ninth street school. Age
13. 711 Ceres avenue, city.
That the fate of Rome once hung on
the cackling of a flock of geese is an
old story. But few, even among the
tens of thousands who annually make
the pilgrimage to Northfleld, know
that the big conferences and the two
schools there, which stand as the tru
est monument to Dwight L. Moody's
memory, were brought there by so
slender it mischance as the straying of
a perverse flock of Minorca hens.
The hens belonged to Mr. Moody's
mother and, as most stories of this
sort run, the garden belonged to a
neighbor. The incident which served
as the instrument of fate occurred
shortly after the great evangel through
Mr. Moody was paying his mother a
visit at the old home in North Held,
when a neighbor complained that the
Minorcas were playing havoc with cer
tain bean hills in his garden, and in
sisted that the hens should be kept at
. Mr. Moody, In a diplomatic effort to
settle the trouble, offered to buy the
three or four acres which exerted so
powerful an attraction on his mother's
poultry. But the neighbor was not in
clined to sell so small a portion of his
land. He did declare a willingness to
dispose of his entire holding, however,
and named a modest figure as the con.
sideratlon. ■■•''"
Making a quick mental comparison of
values Mr. Moody cried, "Done!" with
characteristic decision, and promptly
made out a check in payment for the
whole farm, still not thinking that it
would ever serve so large and vital a
work as it now serves.
. It was only a fortnight after this
purchase, while driving one day with
his brother to visit a distant pasture,
that they passed a little cottage on the
mountainside, where a mother and two
daughters were seated in the door
way, braiding hats. Nearby was the
father, a helpless paralytic, and the
little family was entirely supported by
the simple handicraft of the mother
and two daughters.
The sight made a great impression
on Mr. Moody, as he realized that they
represented a large number of young
girls in the rural districts of New
England, who were practically de
prived of high school advantages, and
who had little opoprtunity for growth
and development. Seeing at the same
instant a way to utilize his new
bought- lands to the best advantage,
and realizing the great need it might
alleviate, he soon began to make ac
tive plans for the Northfield seminary.
The first building erected was ' a
small recitation hall, with six recita
tion rooms and an assembly room
that would accommodate fifty students.
Lacking funds to build a dormitory,
Mr. Moody fitted up a win- of the old
homestead for that purpose. Two
years later, through the generosity of
a man in New Haven, he was enabled
to start a similar Institution for boys
the college at Mount Hermon. ,
From such humble beginnings have
grown the numerous beautiful build
ings that now crowd each campus,
with twice as many applicants as can
be admitted to their class rooms, and
the ' series of summer conferences
which often muster 5000 people in and
about the little village at one time. —
Youth's Companion. S ■
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Good Fairies Visit
Trusting Children
Boy Who Tries to Disturb His Sister's Belief in the Existence of
Fairies Is Given Strange Dream and Awakens to a Realiza
tion of His Wish That Is as Delightful as It Is
Unexpected, and the Real Personality
of the Fairy Is Not Revealed
RUTH and Bob were sitting on the
floor reading from one of the pic
ture books which Santa had given
them on Christmas. "I say there aren't
any fairies," declared Bob, nine years
old. "They are only in books; I'm sure
of it."
"Oh-o-o-o!" exclaimed Ruth, looking
really shocked at what her brother had
said. "Oh-o-o-o, aren't you ashamed,
Bob, to say there aren't any real fairies
—'cept in books? Why, I'm sure there
are fairies, I am."
"Well, when you get as old as I am,
you'll know better," declared Bob. "You
see, you're but seven, and I'm two years
smarter than you are. One can learn
about lots of things in two years, you
know." - •
Ruth didn't know, but sho tried to
look as though she did. But she resent
ed Bob's saying there weren't any fair
ies. In fact, as the two children sat
turning the leaves. Ruth kept wishing
with all her might that something
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might happen to prove to Bob that
furies really did exist. After a little
while she —"S'posen^ something
should drop beside you all of a sudden
—some' candy or an apple—or some
thing very, very good to eat. Wouldn't
you then believe In fairies?"
"Oh," replied Bob in a very wise way,
pursing up his lips and assuming a
skeptical air, "if a ginger cake should
drop beside me—here on the floor—l
might believe in fairies. But it'd take
a ginger cake, and nothing else, to
make me beliieve."
"Well, maybe if you wished hard
enough for a fairy to come and drop a
ginger cake beside you, she'd probably
do so. But you have to wish very, very
hard, with your eyes shut and nobody
around," said Ruth.
"Well, I'll try It," consented Bob, his
mouth watering for a ginger cake, his
favorite sweetmeat. "But if I keep on
wishing for a long time and the ginger
cake doesn't come—why, I'll know
there isn't such a filing as a fairy. And
I'll tell every kid I know, too." Bob
spoke the last sentence in a very threat
ening voice, and If any fairies happened
to be listening at the time they must
have felt it a very trying moment, for,
as we all know, fairies are not bakers
or cooks. But Bobthe skeptical—
thought a fairy could bring him what
ever he wanted and at any time—if they
really existed.
But little Ruth knew otherwise. She
knew that fairies only come to children
in distress, and she knew that Bob
was not in need of any kind of cake
especially ginger cake; so she was a bit
worried over what Bob said. She loved
him very dearly and it would make her
so much happier In her own belief in
fairies if Bob believed in them, too. So
hoping for some sort of miracle—
which Bob might be made to believe in
fairies— had urged him to wish, and
to wish very, very hard, with his eyes
shut, for the ginger cake.
"All right, I'll put down the book
and wish very hard for some ginger
cake," said Bob. "But you'll have to
keep perfectly quiet, and maybe you'd
better wish, too."
"I'll tell you' what we'll do," said
Ruth. "You stay in this room and
wish and I'll go into the library and
wish. But—if you don't get ginger
cake just for wishing you mustn't
think there aren't any fairies. Maybe
they'll bo out of ginger cake. Maybe
they'll be out of all sorts of cake. You
know people often get out of things to
eat; so why shouldn't fairies get out
of cake, too? Ruth had clinched the
argument, and Bob could not reply to
her. So he said, "All right, I'll wish
for ginger cake first, and then 111 wish
for ordinary cake; and then I'll wish
for something good to eat. But If'l
open my eyes and find nothing beside
me— I'll know there aren't any
Then Ruth ran into the library,
where she curled herself up in a big
chair beside the warm steam radiator.
There she fell asleep after a few min
utes. Bob. remaining in the playroom,
stretched himself out on a huge rug,
lying on his face, his arm under
his head and his eyes shut. There he
remained very quiet, wishing and wish
ing in a low tone: "Good fairy, bring
me some ginger cake. Good fairy,
bring me some ginger cake. Good
fairy bring me some cake, fairy "
And then Bob fell asleep to the
sound of his own voice. And while he
lay there he dreamed that a fairy came
into the room and placed a little box
beside him, and in that box he found
some candy and nuts, but no ginger
cake. And when he asked the fairy
why she did not bring ginger cake she
replied: "The cook has gone on a
strike, yoking man, and we are out of
cake. But we have candy—real old
fashioned , taffy—which you will find
very toothsome. And some nuts in the
box are freshly gathered from the
trees that grow In California and they
are very delicious."
Thus, while Ruth slept, dreamless, -
in the library, and Bob slept, dream
ing. In the playroom, their mother
came in from shopping in the city. She
carried" two large paper bags—one for
Bob and one for Ruth. On peeping
into the playroom and seeing Bob fast
asleep on the rug she walked softly in,
so as not to wake him, and placed one
of the bags close beside him on the
flair. Then she went In quest of
RWh, whom she found curled up in
the chair. Gently she placed the other
bag in the little sleeper's lap. Then
she withdrew to her own room. Half
an hour later Bob awoke, and the first
thing he saw was the bulging paper
bag beside him. Then ho recalled the
circumstances under which he had lain
down on the rug and gone to sleep.
Ah, the fairies! He had been wishing
for proof of their existence when he
shut his eyes. And here, a paper bag
lay beside him! He reached out his
hand and opened the bag. Candy—old
fashioned taffy—was there! And un
der the candy was a huge popcorn ball,
all sweet with molasses! Now, he had
not dreamed of popcorn, but he had
dreamed of nuts along with'the candy.
And, of course, the fairy had brought
the popcorn instead of the nuts. May
be they wer eout of nuts as they were
out of ginger cake.
Bob sat up and smiled and filled his
mouth with popcorn. Then he remem
bered Ruth and ran to call her. She
was still sleeping in the big chair; but
he roused her by exclaiming: "Why,
the fairies have brought you a bag just
like mine, and, of course It holds candy
and popcorn!"
Then Ruth awoke and looked a bit
surprised at what Bob was saying.
During sleep she had forgotten the
conversation between herself and Bob
relative to the existence of fairies.
But It took only a few words from Bob
to bring the whole thing fresh to her
mind again, and then she jumped up
and down with joy. "Oh, the fairies
really and truly came," she cried.
"They didn't bring ginger cake, for
they know ginger cake isn't good for
little children. But they brought us
good old-fashioned taffy and popcorn,
which are better than cake."
"Yes, I'd rather have popcorn like
this—and taffy, too—than all the gin
ger cake ever baked," declared Bob.
"But, come let's see If mamma has
returned yet. We must tell her that
the fairies came to us and brought us
some candy and popcorn, to prove to
me that there are fairies. Aren't they
good fairies to go to so much trouble
for me?"
"Yes, they are always good, fairies
are," declared Ruth, feelingly. "But
you mustn't wish too much for them,
for they don't like selfish little chil
dren, and If you should ever really
need them they wouldn't come if you
had wished them here when you
really did not need them. Fairies are
made to help children in distress, and
not to feed them on cake and candy."
Percy—l came to ask you for the hand of
your daughter.
Goldrox—Which one
"Why, Elsie."
■'Oh, she's In school yet. She wouldn't think
of such a thing."
"Well. Ethel, then."
"Oh, Ethel Is too young;."
"Then give me Mary In marriage. She's old
"Oh, yes, Mary Is old enough to know bet-
Yonkers Statesman.
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Bacon—They say ho has a thirst for knowl
Egbcrt-you bet! He wants to try every new
drink that comes along.— Yonkers Statesman. .

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