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THE ONERYS AND WHAT HAPPENED DURING SUMMER VACANTION
HAND in hand they came from the schoolground. It was only half
pa^t 1 and the clay was Wednesday, yet for them the long vaca
tion had begun. §
With a hop, skip and jump 'they, came down the avenue, beneath
The row of pepper tjfces, their feet striking the walk with varying sounds.
Margy'fi llew in And out below skirts whose fluffy shortness displayed
iplump black knees. Her beribboned ties looked like darting butterflies, and
they sounded a gay tap, tap. Long curls pranced about a face of cameo
like fineness, lighted by-glowing brown eyes. Margy had the marking of
a thoroughbred. -
Not so Dolly. Her thin, straight legs were hidden in limp, narrow
skirts that sagged in the back as though desirous of connecting with heavy,
soiled shoes not less "than two sizes larger than her slim feet. These struck
the sidewalk with a cheerful clump, clump, clumpcrty clump.
. Dolly's hair was tow color and straggling; her sensitive skin was be
spattered with freckles; her eyes — ah, but Dolly did have eyes that made
up for all other deficiencies — big. limpidly blue, trustingly sweet. Dolly's
ryes ir.irrorcd her blessed little soul.
At tirst there was no sound but the tap, tap, clumperty clump; then
Margy breathed a joyful sigh. •
"Onerysf? she murmured. "Onerys!" repeated Dolly.
"Jess you an' me in the whole class." Margy *s voice indicated a num
"bcr complete. ' ' ''ft' *
"Yon an' me,'' concurred Dolly.
"An* we'll have two more days' vacation 'an all the rest."
"Two more days," agreed a blissful echo. Then they skipped with
renewed vigor. .
A branch of the sidewalk curved into a yard where a big magnolia nm
p. small cottage. Around this curve .they came with speed unabated.
Dolly's breath was coming short.
"We'll tell mother," slated Margy. -V
"Yes," in the slowing up to climb four steps Dolly gamed her second
-wind. "An' then we'll s^ an' tell — mother."
Mother looked up from the cutting table, tape measure aloft in her
hand. Mrs. Gray turned about from the sewing machine. Lulu paused in
the act of drawing her needle through the sleeve of Elizabeth Eldridge's
white organdy. All three faces expressed proper degree of surprise at the
fight of two little girls home from school at half past 1 on Wednesday.
"Mother,"' Margy tried to speak with unconcern, but she beamed com
placently, "me an' Dolly arc onery/'
"Onery," sighed the echo.
Mother choked and hastily removed pins from her mouth.
"Xot really!" she cried. Margy nodded. Mother was a satisfactory
person to surprise.
' "Jess me an' Dolly in the whole class, an' we have two days more
vacation *aftaU the rest.**
•-'An all the rest." piped DoUr. her
Checks pink with exertion.
"Bless me." exclaimed mother,
'isn't this splendid. A whole, long va
cation and two extra days! What are
jou going: to do with so much time?"
* "Oh. we have a great deal to do: a
great deal." Not hearing- the usual
corroboration, Margy turned inquir
ingly. Dolly vr»s nodding like, a man
darin.
"First we must go an' tell Dolly's
mother an" get Sybella PearL Mother,
could you make one dress for Sybella
rear!?" Just one? She has only a
siig-ht dress. Ali Stella's dresses are
too short an* fat for her."
-Mother shook her head regretfully.
"I wish I could, honey, but Elizabeth
Kldridge's work must be done by Mon
day night. Then, Mary Hart must have
hers. But mother will soon have a
vacation: then we will look into the
ca?"» of Sybella Pearl."
'"Fore the accident mother could do
anything I wanted," grumbled Margy,
as they went down the steps. "If there
hadn't" been an accident Sybella Pearl
could have as many dresses as Stella,"
"If there hadn't been an accident,
you wouldn't knowed me an" Sybella
Pearl." Dolly stated philosophically.
A FEW SHORT STORIES FROM JUNIOR CALL WRITERS
. Only a Homeless Dog
i:i>ic n. sheaxor,
345S Twentjr-slxth Street. San Fran
(\u25a0Uc.'. Aged 14 Years
BUNK was a black and tan col
ored dog,. He had been homeless
ever since lie was born. When
a small puppy he had roamed the
streets with his mother, but one day
a car ran over her and Bunk was
a'one, without friends or home.
He had tried to lick the cold, mo
tionless form of his mother back into
life, and asrhe lay beside her lifeless
body that nigHt the world looked
very dreary to him and he wished that
h«». too, could dse.
Many months had passed since then
nnd fate had not dealt kindly with
Bunk, but now that the barrel served
es a bed and storehouse for his food
he felt very happy and contented.
One day the grocery keeper hap
pened to see Bunk in the barreL "Here,
this wont do." he exclaimed. "I am
not going to have eny stray dogs
hanging around my store." and tak
ing up the barrel he dumped the con
tents—one sack, some etraw, six bones,
five crusts of bread, a, couple of boiled
potatoes and a piece of bacon —into
© grarbage can.
Poor Bunk stood by watching his
food being thrown away. He looked
riteously up at the man and begged,
as only a dog can beg, for his food
to be given back.
"Get out of here, you cur." shouted
the man. and picking «ip several stones,
threw them at Bunk.
Now Bunk didn't kftow where to go.
All the food he had labored so hard
to get was gone. The only place
where he had been free from the kicks
end the cuffs of th»; boys and men
was gone. Winter would soon be here
and b* would trurely starve or freeze
to death.
lie turned up a street in search of
a place to sleep when night came on.
He poked his head Into an alley and
ffome one hit him • with a tin can. He
looked into a. vacant lot, but a parser
by kicked him away. He started to go
into a yard, .but a woman poured hot
water on him.
Aching from the burns and bruises
he had received he could hardly drag
himself a!ongV so turning into a side
street he , started to He down when
a fierce "bow wow," from a large dog
near by decided him to keep on going.
. Nlprht was fast coming on. Bunk
had had no breakfast, dinner or sup-
Der. He was tired and bruised all over.
MOT HER GOOSE UP IN THE AIR
Lilian Cone
Considered in this light, ittargy xeic
that ehe could no longer regard the
accident that deprived father pf a right
hand as an untempered sorrow.
Before the accident her home had
been in San Francisco, and father
worked in a place where there were
great Iron machines. Instead of being a
drummer. The commercial meaning of
drummer, as connected with father,
had been fully explained, but her proud
fancy loved to picture him with a drum
slung from his shoulders; his" one hand
doing double duty as he marched in
the lead of long regiments of soldiers.
Before father's arm had become 'well
they came across the bay to live, ana
tnotner began making dresses for little
girls whose mothers, presumably, did
not know how. This was the chain of
events that had brought about Dolly.
Of course, in the new school Margy
was & stranger, and the first recess, in
which she stood shyly apart watching
familiar games, was a forlorn affair.
Just as the bell rang-, a thin hand was
thrust into hers and she looked into
eyes "bluer than Stella's" she after
ward told mother.
"I like you the best of anybody." said
the owner of the eyes; "let's you an' me
be chumps."
Seeing an open gate that led into ,
a yard in back of a store he managed
to slip past the watchful store keeper
and lie down in back of some boxes,'
where he slept undisturbed until morn
ing-
He was discovered early next morn
ing by the store keeper and put out
side in no gentle manner. ,It was
nearly noon befoxe Bunk discovered a
cave in a vacant yard that some chil
dren had probably dug. Dragging a
few old rags he had found into It he
fixed himself- a bed.
Several days had passed since then
and one day, while out looking for
food, he saw a littlu girl running di
rectly in front of a pair of plunging
horses. Bunk sprang to rescue her.
The horses swerved slightly to one
side as a man made a Jump for the
reins, and one white, gleaming hoof
descended on Bunk's head with a
crunching sound, and the horses gal-,
loped wildly over him. A great num
ber of people had witnessed this heroic
attempt of the dog to save the girl,
and many rushed to her side.
She had fainted away from fright,
but by some strange miracle was
otherwise unhurt, but Bunk, brave,
generous, noble dog, the friendless and
abused, was dead
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Gretchen and the Cabbage Stalk
ALICE 31. TOFT,
Mountain Vlctt. Ace IS Voarn |
GUETCHEN was a poor German girl.
She had no parents and she had
to work very hard to get her bread.
Her mistress was very stingy, and poor
Gretchen was often cold and hungry.
She was in the kitchen one day
scrubbing, as usual. Presently the
stalk of the cabbage that she had
thrown In the stove began to grow.
She saw it, and fearing that It would
be like "Jack's bean stalk,""took some
tongs and> threw It outside.
Still it grew and spread Its leaves all
over the yard. Gretchen did not know
what to do. Her mistress came out
and began scolding her. Then, in the
heart of the cabbage, smoke was seen.
Her mistress saw ~ It- She pushed her
toward it.
"Go," she said, "you hussy. I hope
you burn to a clndefc."
Poor Gretchen stumbled into . the
heart of the cabbage. Tocher sur
prise the smoke ceased. A flight of
stairs was before her and she descend
ed them. * Down she went to the bot
tom. Here a big iron door opened, as
If by magic, to let her through, and
then it closed with a bang. A coun
try, known as the underworld,
stretched before her. A long row of
fountains was the next thing she saw.
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"Chumbs." hastily corrected 2Margy,
as they fell Into line. V. ....;•'
Again in her seat she. discovered, to
her* joy, that- her new chum was just
across the aisle. Now Margy was a
.strict disciplinarian, but - here \u25a0 seemed
a, case where . exceptions : should*^ rule.
Under cover of her Third Reader she
laboriously penned, her formal intro
duction and at an auspicious moment
tossed-it across the aisle.
"I am ate," was its startling openinjr.
"My name is Margy Barret. My father
is Tom Barret. He Is a drumer." .-'.-
She cast many sidelong glances , at
Dolly, \u25a0"\u25a0 who, after catching the note,
appeared to be industriously studying.
Margy grew uneasy, but eventually the
answering note sped across the aisle.
"I am 8 2"; at first: glance this was
yet more surprising. "My name is Dolly
Dunbar. My father's name is Perfesser
Dunbar. He is a Sine Tiffick."
Margy puzzled long and deeply over
these last words. "Sine Tlfflck" was an
occupation of which her limited experi- \u25a0
ence had taught her nothing. "Sine
Tifflick"? "Sine"? Oh, she knew what
signs were! Keep .off the grass. .No
trespass. She had not thought of it :
before, but some one had to make all
those signs, and annoying though they
were, Dolly's father had a perfect right
to do bo. As yet, Margy was purely ,
democratic. What "Tiffick" alluded to
' she did not attempt to solve. It did
not matter.
Dolly had proved a satisfactory -
chum. Indeed. To her adoring com
pliance might be attributed the fact
that from that day of their introduc
tion to this, with its crown of honor,
no shadow had fallen across their
chumship. And now two additional
days had been added to a vacation for
which voluminous plans had been laid,
designed to cover-eight lost years.
According to agreement, 9 o'clock
Thursday morning found Margy es
tablished on the steps of the cottage. A
big trunk — so big that it had to be
dragged about by a string — stood at
her side. s Stella, radiant in 16 inches
of blonde loveliness, sat on her lap. r
Until mother had her vacation It
would ba necessary to select the longest
and narrowest garments from Stella's
abundant wardrobe to adorn the taller
and more attenuated form of Sybella
Pearl. To this end the morning meet
ing had been called.
When half an hour dragged by, bring
ing no Dolly, small wonder unaccus
tomed Ire for her friend darkened Mar
gy"s round face. If Dolly poked in this
fashion not half of those eight lost
years would be covered.
Gradually she became Interested In
the doings at the brg house, whose,
grounds were divided from the lesser
ones of the cottage by a paling fence
well hidden In red geraniums. On
verandas that ran three sides of the
house Japanese boys were arranging
camp chairs and gay colored hammocks.
ICear *whare the wide lawn met the
geranium hidden fence stood a pa
vilion, much like the one In the tea
garden at Golden Gate park. Here lit
tle tables and more chairs were beins
carried. Farther back — for the grounds
ran wide and deep — swings whose little
red seats faced each other were belnj?
set up. Margy had also seen larger
counterparts of these at the park. It
would be nice when Dolly came if they
She passed the fountains of tempta
tion, wealth, health and others, but
at the fountain of happiness she
stopped. "
It looked cool and refreshing, so she
took off her shoes and stockings and
went In. The fountain was like an
elevator, for it began to make its way
to the second underworld. Down It
went until it had gone quite a ways. It
stopped and the side of the fountain
opened to let Gretchen out. She
found herself in the throne room of
a big palace, where a prince was be
ing crowned. The prince saw her and
after he was made king he called her
and asked who she was. Gretchen told
him. He made her one of his servants
for a while and, after he knew her
better, they were married, and lived
happy ever after.
Should you like to know what her
mistress thought when Gretchen dis
appeared? She was angry, for no one
else would do her work, and so she
had to do it all herself.
Ah Yen's Christmas
EIiEAAOR ORR,
Clovcrdale, Cnl.. Age 14 Year*
AH YEN was a little slave girl who
was found by the kind ladles of the
Salvation Army and was taken. to
live at a pleasant home with many
other little Chinese girls.
\Ah Yen's little toes had been bound
under her feet so that when she grew
up she could wear shoes no larger than
a little baby's. Almost all of the great
ladies in China have their feet bound.
When Ah Yen was brought to the
Army the first thing that the matron
did was to take the tight bands off her
feet.
In one year Ah Yen could walk like
other little girls, without stumbling.
Ah Yen liked Christmas time better
than the Chinese new year. They were
not going to have a dragon at the
home. They were going to have a feast
and a Christmas . tree. -
The Christmas tree, lighted with can
dles, stood in the home ' schoolroom
and Ah Yen stood with wide open eyes
looking at . the bright stars and balls,
the string of" popcorn and glittering
threads -that hung upon the branches.
Then Santa Claus came with - his long,
white beard and .his coat of : fur and
gave each little girl a present" and a
bag of candy.
.Ah Yen was very happy. "She did not
laugh as a little American child does.
She did not run and play, but she clung
tightly to one leg *of •-; her doll, of ten
PAUL WEST
Hhere was: a man
in our town,
And he was won
drou^ wise.
He jumped^into an
aeroplane,
-And flew up. to the
skies.
And when he found
hirnseiftoohigrr;
With- all his might
and main
He jumped;into an
pther^ship
Andflewdb^ynHome
again;
might swing In those idarllng red chairs.
But Dolly did not come. Margry's inter
est In the miniature Golden Gate park
waned.
"Mother," she cailed, "I am going to
find Dolly." "..'«\u25a0
""Well," mother's voice came* back,
with hesitation, "don't disturb the pro
fessor, honey; and wear your hat."
Obedient to the letter of mother's
command, she slid the elastic of ; her.
wide brimmed sailor hat under her chin
and pushed the hat till it rested on her
shoulders.
Stella stared with an engaging smile.
Margy returned the smile with a sigh.
Stella was the sweetest thing when her
long curls of real hair were set off by
that red cap. Her automobile coat had
a lace edge handkerchief peeping: from
one of its truly pockets; red shoes
showed balow a gown of white. Stella
was a dear; but, al*o, she was heavy
and she had no carriage. v
Margy adjusted her carefully in" the
hollow of her arm* and she went dowa
the walk.
touching the pink foot with her slim
brown hand. V
Santa Glaus asked each little, girl
what made her happy..- One was glad
because she had a little bed In which
to sleep. Another was glad because
her teacher loved her. _:
Ah Yen was very shy when she was
spoken to, and at first would not an
swer.
When asked again, "Have you noth
ing to be -thankful for._^h Yen?"
"Yiss," answered Ah Yen, looking away
from Santa Claus. "What is itr*
kindly asked the .matron. "Big feet,"
Ah Yen shyly answered. Then she hid
her little face behind her sleeve, for
Santa Claus laughed and gave her an
other bag of candy. The matron took
her in her lap and promised that her
little feet should never be bound again.
If the Moon Should Come Tum
bling Down
If the moon should come tumbling
down, my dear,
If tho moon should come tumbling:
down;
Just think of the people , who'd surely
frown
In every hamlet and village and town.
On the old earth so round and big and
brown, "
-If the moon should come tumbling
down. '
If the moon should come tumbling
-down, my dear.
If the moon should come tumbling
down;
Just think of the. people who'd surely
smile -.
At the fun of seeing it In a pile, ;
While fast the ne"ws sped o'er many a
mile, : ,
If the moon should come tumbling
down. /. , ' "•*; V
If the moon should come . tumbling
down, my dear, .
If the moon should come tumbling.
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Just think of the people who'd heave a
sigh ' '
In worry for fear it had passed, them
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And of those who'd, even begin to. cry,
. If the moon should come tumbling:
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If the moon- should come tumbling
down, my. dear, ' '
If the moon .should come tumbling
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down.
If the moon should come tumbling
down, my dear, -
If the moon should -come tumbling _
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Just think of the people who'd' then
.; A: look wise, :
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For wonder "if were' -awry;
We'd know : "t'was just" sleepy ? time .' in :
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"I s'pose you must go, honey," she
.murmured, "but you do make my arm
tired." V •* :
Half an hour later she came slowly
back, despair written large in her soul.
Stella, dragging reluctant toes, hung
by one arm. Dolly was sick abed!
As they came trailing hopelessly past
the Golden Gate park house a polite
"Good morning" accosted them. Hastily
lifting Stella. .Margy stared. Leaning
on the gate was 'a girl but a little
larger' than herself, a beautiful blonda
girl In a wonderful grownuppy gown
and her hair adorned with an enormous
pink bow.
"What's your name, dear?" questioned
this lovely stranger. Margy's finger
crept to the corner of her mouth as she
answered.
"That's a nice name," 1 the young lady
assured her graciously. "Mine's Eva
Sampson. Where do you live, sweety?"
Margy Indicated with her thumb.
. "Oh!" Eva seemed now to know all
about her. "You are from the city and
have taken that cottage for the sum
Interesting Points About Frogs
. and Toads B^
. Our familiar toad has more than. two
-hundred: relatives "in the world. Includ
ing tke curious Surinam island toad;
which* keeps /Its babies on . Its back,
each baby in a -separate pocket. - But
our fat old Bufo, or garden toad, has
no such foolish . tricKs,^ for he lays
his eggs in damp places, generally in
the water itself, and his babies do as
the frog babies do until they become
tiny frogs. Then, remembering they
are toads, they scramble out on land
and hide in damp, dark places, coming
out suddenly; when there is a sharp
shower or at night: to: feed. I
It Is a mistake to imagine toads are
poisonous to the touch; for. you can
handle them— if you want to— ln per
fect safety, as long as you have no
bleeding or raw places on your hands.
The English toad ', Is .covered with
tubercles that exude a moisture very
acrld and sharp, and dogs are sorry
if they bite a toad over there. But
in our land we have a. more respect
able toad, which is related to tho
.European toad called the Natterjack.
Frogs live everywhere,, in ponds,
lakes and rivers; in the soil. In damp
places, In bushes and trees and even
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mer. Some one \u25a0, always doesl' Burtons
had It last year; they, took their meals
over-here. _Ar« you going fo take your
meals overthere?". Marry did not think
so.' ' ' \ - . '. .i '
• Eva "... looked - disappointed. "Does
your mother' do all her own work?"
Margy. proud of mother's talents,
now. found: her voice. "Oh; no; mother
has ' to -have Mrs. Gray and Lulu all.
the time."
Eva' opened the gate enticingly.,
j "Don't you want to come in and play
with roe. darling? I'll get my dolly and;
•we will have a tea party in the pavil
ion." ' , •.'
MJargy, gezed longingly into tha
chartned' lnclosure. "Mrs. Dunbar said
mayb\e I could play with Dolly a little
while* \u25a0this: afternoon. I—"I — " She hesi
tated; the 1 charms of a tea party in a
truly : pavilion . bore . down upon her.
"You keep Stella while I go and ask
motheVV This would insure a return
at leastt as far as the gate.
Mother suspended her snipping, scis
sors lone enough to give attention to
the changed program.
"Poor" Dolly," she commented. "Isn't
it too baA she is sick, honey? And who
is this wonderful Eva?"
It was Mrs. Gray who gave the In
formation.
"'lt's the Sampsons, who keep sum
mer boawiers rtext door. Elizabeth
Eldrldge's people always spend tho
summer tl*»re and other city business
men bring? their families. ; It's a fine
Margy was not Interested in these
details. She impatiently urged for and
presently obtained the desired permis
sion. • •
The tea party was a success and was
many times repeated. Swinging chairs
afforded a pleasant diversion, and Eva,
while lackln* Dolly's pliability, never
theless mads a charming playmate.
Thus it cam-e about that plans laid to
fill up those two hard won days came
to naught. The long vacation was still
ahead. . . .
Saturdayjmornlng Margy was estab
lished in a'rud swing with Eva oppo
site, when aXfamillar "Yeho, Margy,
sounded. . . -"-.\u25a0 "': '\u25a0'
•That's DoOy!" Margy rushed to
the gate, followed \u25a0by Eva. "Yeho.
Dolly; come over here."
Dolly, a little paler than her wont,
with Sybella '\u25a0 Peaxl arrayed, in her
one garment. Sangling limply across
her arm. appeared from behind the
magnolia.
"Come over Here." she called.
"You come here," returned Margy, but
as she essayed -to open the gate for
her restored chtm Eva interfered.
"Who Is this strange child Y' she
demanded.
"Why — why." MaTgy was bewildered
by the frigid tone and j fell into an
error of Dolly's. "She — she's my
chump." : "•
"I should say as much." cried literal
Eva. "Run home, little girl, you
can't. come in here."
Dolly held her ground with beseech
ing eyes on Maxgy. "I've brought
Sybella Pearl," she remarked suggest
ively.
Margy regardediher fellow honorary
in puzzled questioning. Why did not
Eva like Dolly? Could it be because
she looked skimp??
"Dolly Is — er, better than she looks,"
she' averred faintly.
in caves sometimes. Their one requis
ite is plenty of water, plenty of in
sects _to -eat. and not too much hot
sunshine. Strange to say. the amphi
bians. as the ' frogs nnd newts are
called, require abundance of moisture,
while the scale covered reptiles, such
as lizards and "snaikes, love hot, dry
places often; very dry. sandy deserts
and hottest surlshine suits some kinds.
But- it should be remembered that all
animals and all living things, plants
included, must have some water to live.
9
Man's Life
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomor- *
row,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to
day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted »
fools
Tha way to dusty detoth. Out, out. brief
candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor
player.
That struts and frets Ms hour upon
the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an Idiot, full, of sound and
fury,
Signifying nothing.
"—William Shakespeare.
Dolljr brightened hopefully at this
meager, praise.
, "Lots better." sha promptly claimed.
"'Sides 'it wasn't stagous anyway. I
just studied too hard to keep up with,
Margy. You know you couldn't catch
that."
But Eva only frowned coldly.
"Run along home, child; we are not.
allowed to play with everybody. Come,
Margy dear." '
They went back to the swing, to th«
receding clumperty-ciump of Dolly's
shoes, but there was a queer lump .
In Margy's throat and suddenly swing
chairs grew 'to be hateful things
and pavilions but a little better. She
willingly left a. dolls" party in full tilt
at the noontime call for lunch.
When lunch i was over she would,
have liked to cuddled up to mother
with a new burden of questions ati>l
confessions, but business at the little
cottage was unusually pressing. »•>
mother had time only for a kiss and a
"Wasn't It good to see our Dolly
again, honey girl?" before she re
turned to the sewing 1 room. .
Margy stood for a while disconso
lately watching the busy scene; then
went slowly back to th» big housa
Here, too, unusual activity was being;
displayed. Trunks were being un
loaded from a bis wagon; strange
men and women were strolling: about
the grounds and the pavilion, wh*r9
Stella sat clad in her best party frock. :
was crowded with girls, large .and
small. She could distinguish but two
that she knqir, Eva, a.nd Elizabeth I
Eldrtdge.
"Why," cried out the last named, rex*
edly, "here's the Uttla girl of Mrs. Bar- j
rett. my dress maker, after me so soon. ,
Tour mother don't want me to coma '
over now, does she. child?"
Margy shook her head, overcome by *
shyness, for Eva was looking- at her in {
the way she had at Dolly. What could;
be wrong? She put up a qalck hand to •
her hair* and glanced hastily at be*
dainty slippered feet. ;
"You may run along home, little girl.'* j
Eva said coldly; "you can't play here."*
For a moment Mar*v cazed mnteljr"
at the scornfully smiling group, then
her face went a hot scarlet. She picked :
up Stella, who smiled with the others,
silently turned about and trudged
home.
She did not want to see mother, os;
any one now, so she slipped in the back .
way and gained her own little room un- ;
observed. Here she climbed on th» :
bed and seating Stella on her lap ear
nestly regarded her. Alas, her sinila
was still scornful. With a sudden pa** :
sion she slapped the unfeellns face,
then buying: her own in a pillowr
scobbed herself to sleep.
Now it would seem that har troubles
ought to be over for the present;, ap
parently the poor, outraged doll
thought otherwise, for Margy was sura '
she had climbed on the pillow and was
trying to pull it away.
•'Don't," begged Margy, "1 didn't,
mean to."
"I know you didn't." Stella said,'tri
umphantly, "so I corned back."
How like Dolly that sounded. Margy
sat up and stared eagerly Into big*
trustful eyes. "Were they Stella's — or — ?
"Dolly."! she cried. "Oh Dolly, you,
did come hack."
"I did come back," Dolly assented
beamingly.
Saltfields of India
A traveler In India is quoted in th<»
Spectator (London.) as giving an ail
mlrable thumbnail sketc*i of the salt
fields oflsa and KheT." Between Kohat
and Bannu he .comes to "an ocean of
sand and stone, all tinted blue in the
strong sunlight, deepening: from the
palest blue-gray to sapphire and ultra
marine." Below- a range of hill 3 whose
peaks pierce the clouds runs a low,
jagged chain, bare of all vegetation.
The valley in front of him is covered
with white drifted salt. Profound un
broken silence hangs over the. summit
and abyss; two eagles flying high over
head are the only signs of life. A soli
tary Englishman is discovered in
charge of the salt.
"I found him standing Sy his scales;
a long row of camels passes before him,
caravans waiting to be dispatched.
One camel after another, a keen glano
at the scales, a line scribbled in a t)i;
book. Day in, day out, nothing but
salt and camels."
"In one - year I shall be following
you; my leave is due- then," said the
salt director hopefully. "But thlnlc
how many camels he m-ill have counted
by that time!" murmurs the guest.
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