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1 J\ Jhovight for the Week. Aim high in this life, but not so high ' that yoa cannot hit anything. For dlone. "Who comes with summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth, With ring of agate on her hand Can health, wealth and long life command." juke's flower. June pauses lor a moment on the j threshold of the summer world and gazes j with rapture upon the wealth of gorgeous, ! heavily perfumed blossoms as they nod i and sway in homage before her. Her cheeEs glow, her eyes shine, her bosom heaves with pride as she haughtily puts forth her hand to pluck the most brilliant one of all. But see, she hesitates! From her face all pride vanishes and ten- j der love and gentle charity shine there I instead. She turns and slowly wends her way to a wooded glen. Stooping beside a little stream that murmurs and gurgles at her ' feet she plucks a sweet "wild rose" — I emblem of "simplicity" — with which to j deck her queenly brow. Each month as it comes along in its order in the grand march of the year seems the best, for some good reason; ' but I know you boys and girls are quite positive that June is the jolliest month of all — that is, you think so just now — be cause it brings to you — why, examinations, of course. Oh, no; please excuse me, I ' meant to say vacation. Well, if you don't shun the first "tion" I'm sure you'll enjoy the second "tion." -JLlool t^e f\ore. The rose is the symbol of beauty. It is j! also the emblem of secrecy. "Roman soldiers had it engraved on their shields as a sign or secrecy or loyalty to their v<*ws. The rose is closely associated with the history of England. It was adopted as the emblem of that country, and one of its most bloody wars was called "The War of the Roses," one political faction having chosen the white rose and the other the red. Childhood's Realm Clud is composed of boys and gins who have contributed either stories, puzzles, drawings or rhymes to the children's page of The Call. The badge of the club is made of silver, and is of a very pretty design. As soon a? you have become a member of C. R. C. you may obtain your pin by sending 50 cents for same, with 2 cents for postage. Address all communications to editress. ' V V B?\ (Buy. Ban Gray was just 8 years old when his father died. His mother was able to keep him at school until he reached the age of 12. when he obtained a position as assist* ant in the village store. He was a very happy boy when ha Drought home his first week's wages, three bright silver dollars. Mrs. Gray continued to work hard at her needle, thus adding her mite to their lit* tle income. Ben and his mother were very happy even though so poor. In the evenings Ben read aloud and sometimes tney took lone walks by the river in the bright moonlight. The mother smiled with pii<le as she looked upon the noble lad at her side, whose plans for the future were so bright. Bat, alas! she, too, fell sick and died. Poor Ben's heart was sore, for he felt all alone. Fortunately an uncle t of Ben's, Mr. Thomas by name, came and ook the lonely boy to his home. He was a very kind old man and soon loved the bright, earnest child, who was so honest and upright. >?. /.v /<■ Ben did not like to be idle, so his uncle promised that he would try to secure him a position in some city store where he might obtain a thorough business train ing and have a chance to rise. One evening on his return from the city Mr. Thomas called the boy to his side. I IN CHILDHOOD`S REALM and told him that he had secured for him the much-desired place, in a large dry goods establishment. The next morning found Ben and his uncle at the store where Ben was to commence his work in the ereat city. Mr. Granger, the man ager, shook hands, and pleasantly said: "I'm glad to see you, Ben. You look like an honest lad, and I'm sure you will do your duty. I shall give you $4 a week to commence with, and shall increase your salary if you prove faithful." As Ben was not to report for duty until the next morning Mr. Ti.omas and he spent the remainder of the day in sight seeing. At 8 o'clock, bright and eager, Ben was at his post, ready to begin his work of unpacking and delivering goods. Among the other clerk-, in the place was a boy named Fran* Guno, who was a few years older than Ben. As soon asFrank saw Bjn's willingness to work, and pleasing, courteous manners, he became very jeal ous of him, for he knew such a boy was bound to be a favorite. He determined right away to get him discharged if pos sible, and succeeded in his evil purpose before Ben had been working a month. It happened in this way : One morning one of ihs clerks had to take down a larce case of goods. Before doing so he took from his pocket a handsome gold watch which he prized very highly, as it bad been given to him by members of the firm. He laid it in a safe place on a shelf and went on with his work. The case was heavy and it took a lone time to get it down and up on the elevator. Meanwhile Frank Guno, ever on the alert tor a chance to accomplish his ob ject, had seen the clerk place the watch on the shelf and thought, "Now'a ray time! I'll take it and then arouse suspi cion against Ben Gray. Dara him, with his 'Yes, sirs.' I hate him!" So, when he was left alone he slipped tne watch into his pocket, and when he w?nt home to his lunch, which was in a few moments, he hid the timepiece in some old papers at the bottom of a trunk ir. his room. When the clerk returned to get his : watch before going to the salesroom he found, of course, that it had disappeared. He immediately reported his loss at the office, and one by one the employes were called and carefully questioned, among others the new-comer, Ben. Tne clerks knew nothing about it, and they talked it over earne-tly among them selves. All save Ben had been working for the firm for years, some of them hav ing commenced when younper, even, than the orphan boy. On Frank's return from his lunch he Jhe Gour\trvj Boy. Who know* where the wild bir-i hids* its nest? Who knows where the fishing is the best? Who knows where the ripe nuis patter down. And just when they burst their burrs ao brown? The country boy. THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 6, 189?. found »1' of bis fellow-workers in a stcte ' of ere: t excitement. He was indignant when be, 100, was called to tbe office p.nd questioned concerning the missing prop- j erty. He stoutly asserted that he had not been in that part of the basement all day, and as stoutly affirmed that be had seen Ben CO there about the time of the loss. Ue managed during the afternoon, by a look now anii a wosd dropped once in a while, to awaken a great deal of suspicion against Ben, who felt that he was suspected of ' having committed the theft. So it was with a sad heart and slow step that our little hero answered the second call that day from Mr. Granger's office. "I am sorry, my boy," be said. "Of course, no one saw you do it, but I have never before j had anything stolen in my establishment. My other clerks are all tried and true. Here is your money. Go!" Poor Ben! With a heavy heart he re turned to his uncle's home that night and poured his troubles into the sympathizing ear of his only earthly friend. "Uncle, tell me," he cried, "you trust me, don't yon?" "Trust you, my boy, why of course I trust you. You brace up, laddie, trust in God and all will come out right in the end for you, see if it don't." Ben waited day after day, sometimes with patience and sometimes very impa tiently. It seemed as though his heart would burnt with such a cloud banging over his young life Meanwhile Mr. Thomas had gone to the dry-goods bouse and had a long talk with | ihe managers. From there ha wentdi iect!y to the detectives' office and set them to work to solva the myste ry. But to return to Frank. Some way he didn't feel so happy after all to be rid of his rival, and almost wished he had not played such a mean trick on the fellow. In a few days it happened that he be- Jhe Qirl and the Cup. A little girl wiping the dishes one day Picked a fine piece of ehinauaro up. " Now, May, do be careful," her mother said, Be sure you don't drop that cup. " For if you do you'll catch it. you know I" " Why, mamma," said May, "don't you see If I drop it and catch it it cannot break, So why should you punish me 1" Drawings and rhymes by Marie Jewell Parish (C. K. CJ. came suddenly very ill and was confined to bis bed suffering greatly. One morn* me his landlady Kent a maisaL-e to Mr Granger stating that the doctor said Frank could not possibly recover and that she would like them to come to see him, as his friends all lived in a distant city. Mr. Granger had gone to the seaside for the summer so the message was delivered to the head clerk, the one who had lost his watch. He had always thought a gieatdealof Frank and hastened to his bedside. What was his surprise on open ing the door to see his beloved watch lying on the table by the bed. He could scarcely believe his own eyes and ex claimed, "My watch!" Frank, who was almost at the point of death, with many tears confessed to having committed the crime and also told the motive which had prompted him to do it. He said : "It was not lor the money the watch would bring, but I was jealous of Ben and was afraid you would all love him better than you did me. Oh, sir, if I could only undo the wrong I have done before I die I Will you write to him for me, sir, and tell him bow sorry I am?' •'Certainly, my boy; say no more about it." Just then the doctor entered and the gentleman returned to the store. That evening a letter went from him to Ban, bearing the glad tidings that all suspicion had been cleared away from tho name of Ben Gray, and that the real culprit had confessed. Mr. Granger learned all about it on his A BASKET OF JUNE ROSES. ! return to the city and immediately sent for Bon. "Ben. my poor boy, forgive me; forgive us all. You may come back to me, if you will; not to your old po ition, but to one i much higher. My boy, I shall try to make you forget the great injustice done you by my firm." And he aid. In a year Ben had climbed still higher up the ladder, and now, though but a young man, he is one of the most active and trusted members of the largest dry-goods firm in the city. Poor Frank, he never recovered, but a happy smile flitted across his face the \ day that Ben whispered in his ear, "That's all right, old lellow; I forgive you— freely forgive you." Juliette Dbiscoll (C R. C). Rosemary, Pansies and Roses. Thero are some experiences in life so joy ful that they never die out of remem brance, and there are some so *ad that after many years the briefest mention of them will bring back the old pangs and awaken the old anguish. Such are some of the remembrances of the war we waged for f-eeriom. How dreadful wer* those days! Mo hers and wives, old men and maiden-, and even little children felt the home grow suddenly dark when the young men went to the war. There was danger and death in the tented field, and many a time deep sighs broke the silence around the camprire at night; but there was anguish ai-o in the homes, and breaking hearts kept solemn time to the rolling of the distant drum. And when the short, sharp messaee came, as it did thousands of times, breaking the suspense of some quiet home with the sad news that a son, or a brother, or a husband had been shot, then many a wife and many a motfier bowed the bend in speechless «orrow, and many a iiray-haired fainer broke forth in sobs: "Would to God 1 had died for thee, mv son ! my s >n!" If all the stories of great grtef that wrung the hearts of fathers and mothers, of wives and lovers, could bo folly told the record would be enough to make the angels pause ana change their songs for tears. Many of these heroic souls are liv ing still, keening greenest of all things on earth tne memory of their soldier dead. Every soldier's grave has become an altar, and it seems that since our Heroes died there are fresh reasons why the month of May should cover all the land with flow ers. We bring rosemary for remembrance of their gallant deeds and pansies for proud thoughts of their devotion and roses that remind us of their heart's blood so freeiy shea and lilies as graceful and fair as their young iives offered on the altar of freedom. They being dead yet speak to us. They bid us forget all the bitterness of that dark time, and while we cherish loving thoughts of them they bid Ui love and serve the land for which they died. Thomas W. Hasfokd. A Legend of the Rose An early English explorer and writer tells the following pretty legend about the origin of the rose: Once upon a time there was a lovely Jewish maiden named Ziilah. In love with her was one Hammal, a man most cruel and degraded. Her nature being as pure and sweet as her person was beautiful she repulsed the love and advances of such a man. This, of course, made him very angry, and to be revenged he faisely accused her of hav ing committed sucli terrible crimes that she was condemned to be burned at the stitke. When brought to the spot the flames did no harm to the innocent girl, but they readied out and consumed her cruel lover. She prayed to her Father in heaven for heip when the fire began to burn about her, and her supplication was immediately u ranted, for the flames were quenched. Right there the burning brands turned to beautiful red roses and the others to white ones. Those were the first roses that any man ever saw. The children had written compositions on the giraffe. They were reading them aloud to the class. At last the time came lor little Willie Doran to read his. It was as foliows: "The giraffe is a dumb animal and cannot express itself by any sound, because its neck Is so long its voica gets tired on its way to its mouth." Baby. You cannot tell, you do not know, The magic of a child's caress, The tender pat Irom baby hands, Or how they can tne heart Impress With gentle laughter, soft and low— Unless you own, you cannot know. You cannot dream, you do not know. The jor to hold a tiny form. To gather closely to your heart, To feel its loving kisses warm, To hear it cooing, soft and low— Unless you own, you cannot know. You cannot guess, you do not know, The pleasure that a baby brings Until you cuddle in your arms Thii dearest of all earthly things. To watch its dimples come and go— Unless you own, you cannot know. R. W. Rigqb. [Written for Childhood's Realm.] He— l ran across grandmother in the park yesterday. Ilia Aunt— Oh. dear! I didn't know that you rode a bicycle. "Darline, did you sing any pretty songs at Sunday-'chool ?" 'Yes, mamma; we sang a lovely one about 'Greenland's icecream mountains.' " • — ♦ — • Master — Who can tell me what U3efui article we get from the whale? Johnny — Whalebone. Master— Right. Now, what little boy or girl knows what we get from the seal? Tommy— Sealing wax. . Now, hail to summer, every one I And this the simple reason : What can we do when spring has gone But hail another season ? Carrie Gonsalves (C. r. c.). A Mishap. By Minnie A. Velladoes (C. R. C.) Guy was a city boy. One summer hU mother took him Into me country to spend his vaca tion at his Uncle Dick's. His cousin Lily was two years younger than himself, but she knew much more than he did about trees and flowers, animals and birds. She was a merry, good-hearted little girl, and as she was generally willing to give up her own way so her city cousin might have a good time she and Guy got along famously. They had no end of fun in the hayfield, toss ing the fragrant nay, picking berries in the meadow and gathering flowers or lerns In the woods. On rainy days they played in the woodhouse chamber or in the barn, and had they been asked which they enjoyed the better rainy or sunshiny days I believe they would not have known what to say. One morning, while in the woods, they spied a bird's nest on the branch of a tall tree and Guy said: "I'll climb up and see what kind of birds are in the nest." "I wouldn't" whis pered Lily, "you will frighten the birds, or you"llfall! Please don't, Guy." But master Guy, bent on having his own way, caught hold of a low bough and pulled himself up, band over hand. Just as he thought, himself safe and near the nest, crack! went the bough and down he tumbled into the underbrush, tearing his clothes, scratching his face and bruising his limbfi. Then he felt very much ashamed of himself, and sat down and cried and scolded, until Lily, sorry as she was for his mishap, could not help laughing. I am not positive, but I think the mother bird up in the tree looked down over the edge of her pretty little nest and laughed, too. A Little Wiseacre. "Now what do you think, dear mamma?' I heard a sweet child say — As she came to her mother's bedside Soon after the dawn of day. "Now listen to me. dear mamma. And I'll tell you what was said By a beautiful white angel, That stood beside my bed. "She said—' There came from heaven A blue-eyed baby boy, Be fell right into your mamma's ami *»< . . And filled her heart with 307.' "And I have come, dear mamma, To see if this is true, And to see the blue-eyed baby That the angels gave to you." And when I showed her the baby, She said as she looked very wis? : " Mamma, we don't want to keep him If he makes up such faces and cries." Addie F. Bartley. • — • — • "Willie," said his mother, "did you say your prayers last night like a good little boy?" v "No, ma'am," replied Willie, "I said 'em like a bad little boy." THE LETTER BOX Dear Editress: Here Is my story of "The May Queen," from Tennyson's poem: It was the last day in April. Little Alice came running to her mother, exclaiming: "O mother! to morrow will be the happiest day of the year, for I'm to be qneen of the May!" As she said this her face beamed with pleasure and she continued: "They say there's many girls with black eyes, but none so bright as mine, and that I'm the fairest in all the land." "I must sleep sound all night, for I must waken early and gather knots of beautiful flowers. Oh, thiuk of the joy to really be Queen of ihe M»v!" She almost danced with joy as she thought of it. "Little Effi -■, aud you, too, mother, shall «o to see me crowned as queen; and all the shepherds from far away will be there. "The flowers seem to hnve blossomed on pur pose; for there is the honeysuckle on the porch, and the sweet cuckoo-flowers in the meadow, and on the marsh the marigolds shine like fire," she said. She was so happy that everything looked bristht to her. She thought that even the stars shone clearer as they passed. "The valley will all be green and fresh and the cowslips aud crowfoot will be blooming on the hilU, whiie the little river will dance more gayly through the flowery dale. "You must call me very early, mother dear for to-morrow I'll truly be Qaeeu of the May." With tfiat Alice ran off to bed to dream of being a happy May Queeu. Ethel F. McClpre (C. R. C). Roseville. Dear Fditor: I am a little jtirl 8 years old and hßv.' a pet dog named Leo. We have a nest ot young birds iv a honeysuckle vine over our window. Our scnool will soon be out and I shall be sorry, tecause I like to go to school. I attend Sunday-school every Sunday. We had our pictures taken the other day. This is my first letter to The Call. From your new Hiend, Auda l. Aluebt. Summer. Klamath Falls, Or., June 1, 1897. Dear Editress: I read the children's page and like it very much. I should like to be a member of the C. R C. We live on a hillside and have a nice green lawn. We go camping every summer up on the Klamath Indian reservation. I have been going to school tare* years and am in the fourth grade. Our town is close by a lake, and every sum mer a number of people irom San Francisco come hero on their way to Spring Creek to fish, Jessie Hals. Sierra City, CaL Dear Editress: , I received my badge safely' and am very much pleased with it. Tuo Chil- ■ dren's Page Is very interesting this week. I forgot to mail the letter I wrote last week. I laid it on | the table and forgot it, but I shall not let it happen again. My dog named Mike was drowned, last week in the river. The water is so high that no dog could get out. He * was very smart and ho would sit up on his hind legs ana pack mail, wood, buckets and anything he could get in his mouth. My horse is here, and Igo after cows. It is very ■ nice riding on the horse. Your reader, .'■ Theo. Joos (C. R. C.) Benicia, Oil. ;' • Dear Editor. I have seen many little boys' end girls' letters In The Call, but none from". Benicia. I have two doves, a horse, some pigeons, a duck and a canary bird. lam four years old. I have a brother six years old. I enjoy bearing the Children's Page read to me. I hope my letter will escape the wastebasket, Your friend, • Alice Shade. San Luis Obispo, Cal., May 25, 1897. Dear Editor and Readers of the Call: I have never written to The Call, before so I shall write to-day. I see that the C. R. C club is in creasing all the time, and the letter-box too. Our school will be out Friday. I am in the. fifth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Lawer ence. Our schoolhouse is made of brick. It has eight rooms in it. We have a good many pigeons. I try the puzzles in every Sunday* paper. I will send in a story some day, Your constant reader. Lucil Dart. P. S.— l snould like to belong to me C. R. C. I would be happy to sec my letter in print. ■].C^i Vebnalis, May 25, 1897. Dear Editress: I should like to be a member of the C. It. C. My brother Willard is a mem ber, and is very proud of it. I have the nicest pet, I think, of any little girl that has written to you, and it in my baby brother. His name is Eiwyn. He is so cute, and plays and talks with me. I used to live in the City, but now I live in the country. I think it a lot nicer, and wiil tell you why next time I write. Your new friend, Nellie M. Difft. ' NeW Puzzles for dune. Word squares: I—l. Aid. *4 2. Wrong-doing. 3. To exist. 4. A supplication. Original. Eva M. Bolger (C. R. C.). . ll— l. A ruler. 2. An image. 3. A sound. 4. A valley. Original. F. A>thes (C. R. C). Ill— l. The name of a month. 2. Employs. 3. The pole of a cart. 4 To see. Editress. Diamond. 1. A consonant in able. 2. A winged insect. 3. A girl's name. 4. A measure. 5. A vowel in able. Original. Max Selig (C. R. C.) • V. STAND TAKE 2 TAKINGS ; I U THROW MY Selected. . B. O. Lincoln (C. R. C). VI. Two a's, two r's, two m's and a g, Put them together, And spell what you see. Original. Beckie He ins (C. R. C). '. VII. aaaaaa, bb, ddd, ;■■• }\ eeeee, f, g, i, m, nn, 00, rrrrr, ssss, tut, v, v, w. i - ;• The aDova letters, when properly arranged,, form a maxim containing nine words. . . Helen E. See (C. R. C). " VII. CROSS WORD ENIGMA. = .; My 1 is in red", but not in white. My 2 is in box, out not in fight. My 3 is in sou, not in daughter. My 4 is in bread, also in water. \ To me, Nature has given richest dower, " For of all, I am the fairest flower. Original. Elsie Davis (C. S. C.),.. IX. 1-7 of Wyoming, . . 1-8 of Nebraska, - . . .. 1-6 of Kansas, - . ■ 1-4 of Utah, 1-8 of Illinois, 1-10 of California, 1-6 of Oregon, 1-7 of Montana, 1-7 of Arizona and 1-7 of New York, Arranged correctly, spell the name of a city la the United States. ,-;;..>. Original. Lizzie Gerdes (C. R. C). X. Patriotic days of June. State briefly what occurred on the given date and in what year. (a) June 14. (b) June 15. (c) June 17. (d) June 23. y\r\sWers for May 30. . : I. Memoria day. 11. CLEAR LEAVE EAVES AVERT RES T a 111. ROAD OTTO ATOM DOME IV. A sea anemone, V. Presbyterian. Patience. Wealth. VI. Memorial day. VII. A caterpillar. VIII. Eve ate (8) and Adam ate (8) too (2). 8+82=90. IX. Duc(k+kinc— ducking. X. Ham, liar, ram, coin, bill— Abraham Lin* coin. Solders. . Answers to puzzles of May 30 have been re ceived from the following members of C. R. C: Eva M. Bolger, 6; Alice Bell, 9; M. Eva Navone, 7; M. Lagomarslno, 8; Retha Wai dau,7. From non-members for May 23: Elsie Davis, 5. For May 30: Elizabeth Wells. Correspondents' Golumn. Mary A. and Mary R.— Please send answers to contributed puzzles for convenience of editress. Write ou only one side of your papei. . ::>;; .^ IX H. O.— The policy of The Call does not admit of the offering of any prize whatever. • Lighthouse Boy— Members cf the C. R. C. are making inquiries about you constantly. Letters Received. Besides letters published, pleasant com* mumcations have been received from the fol lowing: Nona Herbert (C. R. C), Ethel • Me- Clure (C. R. C), Beckie Heino (C. R. C), Alice Belt (C.R. C.). Marie J. Parish (C. R. 0.), Charles H. Owens (C. R. C), Mary Alves, Marr Rodger, Ariel Will (C. C), Alice D. Johnson, Ellen M. C. Tubb (C. R. C). Exchanges. Weeklies for Young People* ' Harper's Round Table. Youth's Companion. Golden Days.