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Th** so. yacht California, with its crew of
Californians. including six California-*! hoy.-.
is battling, in a lagoon, on the coast of •
New Guinea, with an army of savages,
who have attacked by sea and land. in
the hattie the yacht has fouled her pro
peller while moving about the lagoon, and
if- held without power to move by a growth
of seaweeds wrapped about the propeller
flukes. Binnie, a brave ban Francisco lad,
havirg volunteered to go down in a diving
suit, armed with an ax<\ to cut away the
growth, finds himself the captive of a huge
■ devil fish, which throws out a cloud of inky
matter, so darkening the water that Bin
nie sees that he must fight .or ins life in
the darkness of midnight against an in
visible army. But he never quailed, and by
nerve and good luck succeeded in chopping
off one of the tentacles of his enemy, caus
ing it to forsake the battle. Binnie was
_Jthen hauled board the yacht.
When Binnie was once more on the
deck of the California he found that
there had been little change in affairs
during his absence. The hordes of
savages still surrounded the vessel,
ready to swoop down as soon as they
could recover from the last work of
the machine-guns.
Mr. Ostend showed signs of anxiety,
for although the propeller wheel was
once more free to revolve, the sur
rounding water was so full of savages
it seemed, impossible to get past them
and go through the narow passage in
•he reef. On all sides could be heard
yells and screams, and the canoes that
had not been sunk darted here and
there as if getting in line for battle.
And so they were.
"All hands on deck!" shouted Mr.
Ostend when it became apparent that
fighting must be done. He had made
up his mind to put on all steam, force
a way through the canoes and fight all
tho savages that came near. It was
apparent that a crisis was at hand.
"Can I depend on you boys?" said
Mr. Ostend, just as matters were look
ins: their worst. "You know we must
fight for our lives, and it may be that
we will never Bee San Francisco
"You can count on me!" all six
shouted at once.
"Very well," Mr. Ostend replied,
quietly, although there was a slight
quaver in his voice. "All go to your
At this moment the savages set up
a howl that fairly made the yacht
Freaave Monell, whose home is on the
corner of Octavia and Ellis streets, is
the proud owner of two clever dogs
■well known in the neighborhood and
famous for blocks around.
Cheddie is the name of one
of the dogs. She is a thorough- .
bred Cocker Spaniel, with a pedi
gree that reaches back almost to
the flood. She is a great trick dog,
and, surrounded by an admiring group
of friends, she can "show off" to the
Queen's taste. She begs, says her
prayers and does almost anything a
(bug is generally supposed not to do.
When she fails to learn a trick quickly
she is set In a corner with a great
dunce cap on her head. This disgrace
she feels very keeri.y and almost cries
about it.
Fannie is the other dog's name. She
is a cunning little fox terrier, who
struts around and puts, on airs until
she, too, is made to stand in a corner.
It is always noticed that when this is
done Cheddie ceases to be mournful,
and you can almost see her grin with
tremble. At the same moment the
canoes started for the California, at
a signal from the chief.
Clang! went the bell in the engine
room, and the yacht started forward.
Faster and faster it went, until it
fairly flew over the water. The first
canoe it struck was cut in two, and
the howling savages scattered in all
directions. Another canoe was served
in the same way. and the yacht grad
ually drew nearer the passage through
the coral reef. The savages in the
canoes on all sides, becoming fright
ened at the fate of those that had been
struck by the yacht, showed an incli
nation to get out of the way. The
passage was now only a few hundred
feet away, and it looked as if the
yacht would soon slide through.
And so it would have done had there
not been an accident in the engine
room. One of the bolts in the con
necting rod had slipped out, and the
engine came to a standstill. As the
tide was coming in, the yacht quickly
slowed down. The savages saw their
chance and began the attack.
delight when her tormentor is in dis
grace too.
"Miss" Fannie, as the little fox ter
rier is called, always dances for her
supper, and is a famous rat-catcher.
She is very partial to silk cushions,
and appears to be distinctly annoyed
if removed from one. If spoken to
harshly she will sit in a corner with
her head hanging and her ears back,
and sulk for hours.
The pictures that accompany this
were taken by their master one day
when the doggies were in disgrace.
In a moment the air was filled with
arrows and spears. One of the latter
struck Tom on the arm and disabled
him so that he had to be carried be-
Friday, December 10, was Babies'
day at a church fair in Marysville. At
the invitation of the Ladies' Aid So
ciety proud mothers assembled during
the afternoon at the Presbytrian
church parlors with the future men
and women of the city to enter into
good natured rivalry for the prizes
offered by the committee. Several in
the collection were attired in the gaudy
hues of the Flowery Kingdom, being
attended by Chinese guardians.
low. But the attack met a strong re
pulse and the small arms and ma
chine-guns kept up a steady rattle.
j Still the savages kept getting nearer
and nearer. They fairly swarmed
around the yacht, and the nearest ca
noe was only a few* feet away.
The engineer down below was trying
to fix the connecting rod, and Mr. Os
tend ran here and there giving orders.
He encouraged the boys, who kept up
a rapid fire with the small arms and
made many a savage stop fighting.
But the savages still kept getting
Dearer and nearer. Now the largest
canoe touched the side of the yacht and
the yelling horde was just about ready
to climb aboard. Those on the Califor
nia made a brave fight, but would soon
have been overpowered by the hun
dreds against them if it had not been
for Binnie. Seeing the way the fight
was going the San Francisco boy sud
denly decided that something desperate
must be done or they would all be
killed. .
So he ran to the engine room, where
he found the boiler full of water and
the steam gauge registering nearly 300
pounds. This .. -_s just what he wanted.
In honor of the occasion the parlors
were handsomely decorated in smilax
and fiewess, and the booths, in which
rare trinkets and novelties were of
fered for sal. . were attractive in their
While the judges found some diffi
culty in making the awards, their de
cisions seemed to give general satis
faction. The following were the prize
Children under one year Fattest
Hastily taking a wrench he loosened
one of the joints of pipe from the blow
off valve. In its place he fastened a
long copper lined bos.* that was kept
on hand in case of accident to the sup
ply pipe.
"As soon as I get on deck you open
the blow* off valve," shouted Binnie to
the engineer as he climbed up the lad
der. Not a moment too soon did he
reach the scene of conflict. A hundred
savages were just on the point of
climbing on the deck. Rushing past
his friends Binnie got just in front of
the savages, holding the hose nozzle
pointed at them.
♦A big fellow was just about to drive
a spear into Binnie when the hot water
came. The first drop that, touched the
naked skin of the savage caused him
to utter a yell of pain and drop his
spear. As the water touched the other
savages they became panic stricken.
Binnie turned the hose in all directions
and swept the savages before him like
chips. Even those forty or fifty feet
from the vessel could not stand before
the stream of boiling water and fled
in the wildest confusion. The hot water
had a more powerful effect than the
steady rain of bullets, that had been
pouring on them ever since the tight
""Engines all right now," yelled the
Mr. Ostend gave the order, the bell
clanged, the propeller revolved and in
five minutes the California was out in
deep water, safe from the horde of
savages, who still swarmed on the sur
face of the lagoon, yelling like demons.
D. H. W.
[To be continued.]
Why Jimmy Was Late for Dinner.
"Dinner will be ready in just an
hour, Jimmie," said Mrs. Evans, 14
--year-old Jimmies mother, "so don't
waste any time on the way."
And then Jimmie swung himself into
his saddle, lifted his cap to the porch
ful of uncles and aunts and cousins
who had come to eat their Christmas
dinner with the Evans family, and
went down' the road at a swinging gal
It was his business to look after his
father's "bunch of ponies," which were
pastured in a field near the village,
and this duty could not be neglected
even on Christmas, though he was at
tending to it somewhat later than
usual. He was in a hurry to get back,
so he kept - his broncho going at a good
pace, and it was well that he did, for
as he came around the curve of the
road he saw what he thought as a big
yellow dog running out and in among
the horses, evidently engaged in wor
rying one of the younger colts.
Putting the spurs to his own ani
mal Jimmie galloped to the rescue, but
on coming nearer saw that he had
something very different from a dog
to deal with, for it was a gaunt and
hungry mountain lion: not a pleasant
brute to meet at any time, but now
*hat it had tasted blood it was in no
frame of mind to beat a retreat with
out a dispute. ",
The only weapon which Jimmie had
was a heavy stock whip; but he knew
that he must not leave the lion in pos
session and go back after help. so,
twisting the lash about the handle, he
urged his terrified pony past the
creature, and bending, Indian fashion,
struck it a heavy blow across the eyes,
and then another and another, keep
ing his pony circling around it the
while, until at last, cowed and whin-
baby, Kenneth Berg; prize, a dozen
photographs. Prettiest baby, Medora
Coombes; prize, cut-glass dish.
Children under two years — Fattest
baby, Tyrrell Stokes; prize, gold-lined
coffee spoon. Prettiest baby. Gertrude
Bo wen; prize, cup and saucer. Smal
lest baby for its age, Alfred Arnoldy;
prize, a ring.
Chinese baby — Kip; prize, a pair
of shoes.
A special prize was awarded Baby
ing, it fairly turned tail and bounded
away toward the hills.
Jimmie was a little late to dinner,
after all. but when he at last arrived
with the wounded colt, after putting
the horses into safer quarters, no one
found fault with him for his tardiness.
And if he had believed all the fine
things which his small cousins said
about his bravery and eaten all the
good things which his admiring rela
tives piled on his plate he would have
been not only a very conceited but a
very sick boy afterward. M.
I Snow and ire and frosty air,
1 Cold winds blowing even-where.
E . We can skate and we can slide,
I Or in sleighs can swiftly ride,
L *Snow men make, with snow balls fight,
T. A "white Christmas" is our delight.
A Christmas
PI ■"■"■■ * Hi
Softly the snow-flakes are falling to
night, bringing the message of peace
and good will to many happy homes
this Christmas eve.
Lovingly they fall on the old brown
house on the hillside, for they have
been friends for a hundred years or
more. Wrapped " in its snow white
mantle, the dear old home welcomes
you to its friendly door to-night.
Enter the long, wide hall and pass
with me into the living-room to the
right: no thought of cold or darkness
can enter there.
Its huge log fire greets you with a
roar and a crackle.
It lights up the quaint old furni
ture; the pictures on the wall,
wreathed in bright Christmas gar
lands: and shines with a steady glow
on a sweet, fond mother seated near.
Her busy fingers are fashioning a
wonderful gown of pink satin and
lace, destined for a beautiful doll that
rests upon her knee. It must be fin
ished by midnight, for old Santa Claus
will be there then to claim it. She
glances at six little pairs of empty
stockings hanging in the chimney cor
ner and wonders if it is because her
little brood is so numerous the dear
saint demands so much of her aid each
Swiftly her needle flies, and at 10
Leola Gard because of her fetching
In the evening the older children
were entertained with "Mother Goose
Melodies," so appropriate at this sea
son. Young and old thoroughly en
joyed the show, which was well at
tended, the proceeds of the day's work
netting the promoters the sum of $215.
The money will be used to assist in de
fraying the expense of the street im
provement about the church property.
minutes to 12 her task is completed
and Miss Dolly, in all her brave finery,
is placed on a chair near the chimney.
The fire is nearly out and everything
ready for the expected visit.
Crossing to the window the weary
little mother parts the heavy crimson
curtains and looks out on the beauties
of the night. ' The storm is over and in
the skies above all the stars are
shining bright and clear.
Far out on the country road the
sound of distant sleigh bells and merry
laughing voices proclaim the passing
I Roses are blooming "neath our sunny skies.
The long slopes of the hills are softly gree -A *
-No hint of frost is in the pleasant breeze,
i A fairer land than ours was never seen.
Marbles, ard tops, and balls, we play with here,
x Ride wheels, or boating go on lake and stream—
We pick our Christmas grapes beside the door,
And with dessert have strawberries and cream.
of some Christmas party on their
homeward way.
But hark! What is that we hear?
Sleigh bells near at hand. The old
clock in the hall is striking 12. A
thumping and bumping is heard on
the roof. The little mother knows only
too well who it is and that she herself
must not be visible, so hides herself
in the heavy folds of the curtains un
til the visit is over.
She does not even take one peep. Her
patience is soon rewarded, for in a
very short space of time all the stock
ings are filled and she hears the old
fellow scrambling up the chimney
again, and then she steps forth from,
her hicflng place.
Oh, what a happy sight!
The little stockings are empty now
no longer. She can hardly wait till
morning to see her children's joy.
Climbing the stairway to her ro-Jrn
above she hears a little voice call,**^
"Is that you, mamma? I thought
may be it was Santa Claus." it was
little Meg, the most troublesome of all
the children, and the child nearest the
mother*, heart.
She enters the little girl's room.
"Santa Claus has been here, darling;
and now quietly go to sleep, that you
may waken- early in the morning and
see all the beautiful things he has left
for you." And tucking the covering
more snugly about the child, with a
kiss the mother leaves her.
Go to sleep, indeed! She tried her
best, poor little thing; but the more
she thought of that beautiful stocking
farther away wandered sleep.
At last she can bear it no longer. "I
will just creep down and take one
peep," she said. Though only 5 years
old. she has never been a timid child.
Hastily pulling on her little red slip
pers, and clad only in her little white
nightdress, down the long dark stair
way she goes. As she passes the old
clock in the hall it strikes 2 o'clock
and startles Meg a little, but she goes
bravely onward to the room beyond.
The dying embers give just enough
light to guide her to her stocking.
Eagerly she snatches it to her arms,
and, seating herself on the old brown
bear rug, explores all its treasures. The
dolly in the pink satin dress receives
a rapturous hug, and, with many ex
clamations of delight, the naughty
little girl empties her stocking down
to the very toe. Here she finds a small
package of candies. She has gone too
far to hesitate now. so eats ther-i,
every one, and while feasting steadily
eyes the five other pairs of stockings,
with so many interesting things stick
ing out of their tops. '.
She wished she might blow FrankW
horn or beat Harry's drum; but eithtfr*—
she dared not do; but with "a sudd-en
firm resolve she decides "she will see
inside every one of those stockings.
"I will put fings back so carefully
nobody will ever know," she said.
Oh! the delightful excitement of
opening five more pairs' of stockings.
As she reaches each toe she does not
hesitate to eat freely of the candies, _.
for her long wakeful fast has made*-?
her quite hungry. When the last
stocking is emptied and its candies
have met the fate of all the others
naughty little Meg begins to realize
the enormity of her sin; and, to make
matters worse, she cannot remember
which stockings the different gifts
belong in, for in her excitement of
pulling them out she has piled every
thing into one . big heap. She makes
a faint attempt .to restore order, but *
soon gives it up as hopeless. She does
not cry, but, miserable and cold, she
creeps back to her little bed and falls
into a troubled sleep.
Early the next morning the children
are awake bright and early. All but
Meg, who will not waken, no matter
how hard they shake her.
The mother, eager as any child,
joins them in the room below.
But what an outcry greets her ears
as she opens the door! I do not like
to dwell on so painful a scene, for the
children's disappointment was so
great, and " many were the surmises
among them for old Santa Claus' un- ,
friendly treatment. "I expect," said/
Louise, the eldest, "that ours was the\
.last house he visited and he was so
tired he just had to dump things
"Perhaps so," said mother; but at
the same moment her eye rests on a
small red slipper lying in the old
brown bear rug at her feet, and, with
a heavy heart, she picks it up and
slips it quietly into her pocket.
Fortunately for the children, tht
mother has had so many private con
sultations with Santa Claus she
knows exactly where all the gifts be
long, ?nd in a very short time happi
ness is restored once more. : •• -u Y
Poor little Meg in her lonely bed
hears all the merrymaking below, but
is too ill to care. • :'■ .
She hears them all depart in the •pi*-;
open sleigh for the church, a J n/iie
away, and then some one enters /* er
room. It is her dear mother, and'v/hen
she looks into her sad face she can
keep her miserable secret no longei
and tells her all her trouble.
"I knew your secret all the tlm*-* __
dear, but I feel happier now that you 4 !
are brave enough to confess it."
"Why. mamma, how could you
know?" said Meg. Her mother drew
from her pocket a small red slipper i
and. placing it in Meg's hand, said- '
. "When Cinderella left the ball last
night in her flight she let' fall her
small glass^slipDer." ;*.*_• .__„„_. /
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