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WHICH ONE?
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There were two little kittens, a black
and a gray,
And grandmother said, with a frown:
‘■It never will do to keep them both,
The black one we’d better drown.
“Don’t cry, my dear,’’ to tiny Bess,
“One kitten's enough to keep;
Now run to nurse, for ’tis growing late,
And time you were fast asleep.”
The morrow dawned, and rosy and sweet,
Came little Bess from her nap;
The nurse said, “Go into mamma's room,
And look in grandma's lap.”
“Come hear*” said grandmamma, with
a smile,
From the rocking-chair where she sat;
‘ ‘God has sent you two little sisters ;
Now what do you think of that;”
Bess looked to the babies a moment.
With their wee heads, yellow and
brown,
And then to grandmamma soberly said:
“Which one are you going to drown?”
—Fashion Bazar.
A PLOVER ON QUARD.
BY KATHAUINE TYNAN HINKSOX.
0 little plover, still circling over
Your nest in clover, your house of love,
Sure none dare har m it and none alarm
it
While you are keeping your watch
above.
’Tis she doth love you and well'approve
you,
Your little love-bird so gray and sweet;
If hawk and falcon swept down above
you,
Tis she would trust you the twain to
meet.
Now let me pass, sir, a harmless lass, sir.
With no designs on your eggs of blue.
1 wish your family both health and
wealth, sir,
And to be as faithful and kind as you.
But not a shadow steals o'er the meadow
That he will swoop not to drive away;
The bee in clover and Wind the rover
He fears mean ill to his love in gray.
The showers so sunny and sweet as honey
Have power to trouble his anxious
breast.
Now might one purchase for love or money
That watchful heart and that pleasant
nest!
MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
ARLY morning; and in
every orchard, thicket,
and wood the birds were
singing in answering
i melodies.
The little brown lizard
that lived under a stone
in the brook stuck her
head out, and looked about her. “1
do wonder why that tadpole keeps
going up there where the water is so
shallow,” she said to herself. “I
think I’ll just go aud see.”
In a moment she had slidden out
from under the stone, and up into
the soft shallow where she tadpole
lay. "Hello!” she said.
The tadpole paid no attention to
her, but wiggled himself still further
up the shore. “Oh, how beautiful!”
he whispered to himself.
“What is beautiful?” asked the
lizard, looking about her inquisi
tively.
“That singing,” cried the tadpole,
ecstatically. “Oh, if I could only
sing like those birds!” Then he
turned his little, dull eyes on the
lizard. “I suppose you have often
seen birds coming down to the stream
to bathe,” he said. “Do you think
I look anything like one?”
“Like a bird?” cried the lizard.
■“No, you don’t.”
“Well, 1 don’t see why not,” said
the tadpole. “To be sure, I haven’t
any legs; but I have a tail.”
"Yes,” said the lizard. “But birds
have beaks and feathers and wings,
as well; and you haven’t anything
but a body and a tail.”
"Tnat is true.” And the tadpole
sighed heavily.
The bird songs were dying away
now, for the sun was fully up; but
the tadpole did not seem inclined to
move, so the lizard settled herself
down more comfortably, and went
on talking to him.
At first the tadpole was either too
shy or too dull to talk; but presently
the lizard spoke again of the birds.
And then he began to tell her how
he had wanted to sing ever since he
could remember, and how he had
tried and tried until all the fishes
and crayfish, and even the water
snails, had laughed at him; but he
never could make even a sound. He
told the lizard, too, that, even after
all that, he felt sure that he could
sing if he had legs, and could hop
about like a bird.
After that morning the lizard often
came up to visit the tadpole; and he
seemed to take greatcomfort in talk
ing with her, for she never made fun
of him, but tried to plan some way
for him to learn to Bing.
Once she suggested that, if he were
only on the shore, he might be able
to do something about it. So be
wriggled himself up half out of the
water, but almost immediately he
grew so sick that the lizard had to
pull him back again by his tail, feel
ing terribly frightened all the while
lest it should break. It was the
very next morning that the lizard
found the tadpole in a state of wild
excitement. “Oh, lizard, lizard!” he
cried, shaking all over from his nose
to his tail. “Just look at me! I’m
getting legs!”
It was true. There they were,
still very small acd weak, but really
legs. The lizard and the tadpole
had been too busy talking of how
they could make them grow to notice
that they were already budding.
They were still more excited when,
soon afterward, they saw near the
front part of the tadpole's body two
more little buds; and the lizard was
sure these would prove to be wings.
It waB a terrible blow to them when
they found they were not wings at
all, but legs.
“ Now it’s all over!” cried the tad
pole in despair. “ It was bad enough
to not have wings; but now that I’m
getting legs this way, there’s no
knowing where it’ll end.”
The lizard, too, was almost help
less for awhile, until she suddenly
remembered how a crayfish she had
known had lost one of its claws in a
fight and it hard hardly hurt it at all;
and she suggested that she might
pull the two front lege off. The tad
pole was very willing; but at the first
twitch he cried out, “Ouch! that
hurtsl” so the lizard had to stop. She
could not but feel, however, that
something might have been done if
the tadpole had not been such a
coward.
But worse wbb to follow. One
morning before the lizard was up,
the tadpole came wriggling over to
the door of her house. “Lizard! liz
ard! Come out htre!” he cried; and,
as soon as she appeared, he breath
lessly begged her to get a piece of
eel-grass and measure his tail. “I’ve
been afraid it was shrinking for some
time,” he said. “And now I’m al
most sure. And I’ve been feeling
sj strangely, too! Sometimes I feel
as though I must have air; and I get
up on a stone, so that I am almost
out of the water, and only then do I
feel comfortable.”
Hastily the lizard measured the
tadpole’s tale; and then they sat
staring at each other in silent conster
nation. It was almost gone!
Still, the lizard would not give up
all hope. She knew of a wise old
crayfish, who lived further down the
stream; and, after bidding the tad
pole stay where he was until she re
turned, she hastened away to beg
the old crayfish to come and look at
the tadpole and give his advice.
In a very little while she was back
again bringing the old crayfish with
her. He came crawling along, look
ing both ways at once with his pop
eyes, and twiddling his feelers; but
the moment he came to where the
tadpole was he stopped short in sur
prise. “Why,this is no sick tadpole!’
he cried. Then he added, address
ing the tadpole: “Why are you here?
Why aren’t you out in the swamp,
singing with all the rest af them?
Don’t you know you’re a frog?”
“A frog!” cried the lizard; but the
young tadpole-frog leaped clear out
of the brook, with a joyous cry. “A
frog!” he shouted. “A frog! Why,
that’s better than being a bird! O
little lizard, if that is true, 1 must
say good-by. Hey for the wide,
gieen swamps, and the loud frog
choruses under the light of the moon.
Good-by, little friend! Good-by!
Tbink of me sometimes when you
hear me singing far away!”
So the frog went away to join his
brothers.
It was lonely for the little bzard
after the frog was gone, but she com
forted herself by thinking how
happy he must be. And often, at
twilight, she listened to the choruses
of the frogs over in the swamp, and
wondered if the one who sang so
much louder and deeper than all the
rest was the little tadpole who had
tried so hard to be a bird. “After
all,” she said to herself, “there are
more ways of singing than one.”—
Outlook.
MONKEYS.
Monkeys are eo much like human
beings in the care they give their little
ones, that it seems as if they must, in
some way, be connected with the human
family.
A little scene, which my children and
I witnessed a short time since in Cen
tral Park Menagerie, made us feel this
very strongly.
We had reluctantly left the monkey
house, after spending over an hour
watching its fascinating inmates, to
visit the other animals, and had hurried
back for a last look at the little fellows,
before leaving for home.
On reaching the monkey-house door,
we saw that something unusual was
happening, for everybody in the room
was crowned about the cage opposite,
laughing and calling out, “Uo it, olo
fellow!” "Claw it! Claw it!” “Now
he’s got it!” “There, he’s lost it!” "I
say, isn’t he a tighter!” etc.
Suspecting some mischief, we elbowed
our way to the railing, and found the
cause of all the commotion. A man
was playfully poking a newspaper
through the bare of the cage, thrusting
it forward, and rapidly drawiDg it back,
just out of the monkeys’ reach, with
such a rattling as to make the poor
things almost crazy.
Their sole thought seemed to be for
the safety of the little two-months-old
baby monkey. The mother was seated
on the floor of the cage, holding the
baby tightly in her arms, and while
soothing and caressing it, chattered
vociferously at the father, as if inciting
him to greater activity in disposing of
the dreaded object.
Finally, she could endure it no longer.
Pushing the father on to the floor, she
thruet the baby into his arms, and fran
tically strove to clutch the newspaper
herself. Her futile attempts and the
wild gesticulations of the other monkeys
in the cage, who tried to help her, con
vulsed the crowd.
The keeper, who had stepped out to
get the monkeys’ dinner, appeared just
at that moment, to our great relief.
Rushing up to the man, he seized his
arm, exclaiming: "Here, etop that!
Don’t you know better than to tease
dumb creatures? I could have you
arrested for doing it here!"
The man muttered something about
not meaning "to hurt ’em,” but he got
out of the bouse as quickly bb he could,
and the crowd of people disappeared
also.
We delayed going until the excite
ment began to subside, and the keeper
had succeeded in diverting the monkeys'
attention somewhat with the dinner of
apples and carrots; but he to told us the
next time we visited the monkeys that
it took two hours to quiet the little
charges, and even then, throughout the
afternoon, at every unusual noise, they
would rush to the baby, the mother
grabbing and holding it until perfectly
sure that nothing was wrong.
“Why,” the keeper said, in answer to
my question, “love the babies?” “These
monkey mothers think as much of their
babies as you could of yours. And
more than that, all the other monkeys
love them, too, and would die for them
if attacked.”—Priscilla A. Richards, in
Church Union.
THE COST OE A DINNER.
Recently a gentleman who is fond of
arithmetic made up his mind that he
would find out how much a simple din
ner really cost. This gentleman asked
how much a simple dinner that he was
eating cost, and he was told seventy-tive
cents. He contradicted this, and then
made tbe following statement about the
cjst of the dinner: The pepper, he said,
came from 10,000 miles away. It grew
on a little bush about eight feet high,
which must have had a growth of at
least five years. The pepper was picked
green; it had to be dried in the sun,and
this meant employing women. It took
one Bbip and a thousand miles of rail
road to bring the pepper to the United
States. The tea on the table came
from China, and the coffee from South
America. The codfish had to be brought
from Maine. Men had to be employed
to catch tbe ffsb; other men and women
were employed in drying, packirg, and
boxing it; and it, too, bad to make a
long railroad journey. The flour of
which the bread was made was from
wheat grown in Dakota; some one
owned tbe land, and that meant the in
vesting of capital; and then he had also
to pay wages to workingmen. Tbe
wheat had been ground, and the build
ing of tbe mill and the plant, or ma
chinery, meant more money invested.
Th) millers had to be paid; coopers had
to be paid for making the barrels; and,
of course, the wood of which the barrels
were made had to be cut, and sawed,
and Bhaped, and this meant the employ
ing of more men. Then the flour had to
be ehipped o er the railroad and bandied
again by cartmen before it came into
the house. The salt came from the
Indian reservation in the northwestern
part of New York state. The canned
peaches came from California, and they,
too, represented the employment of
capital and labor, The spices in tbe
c ike came from tbe Spice Islands in tbe
Iudian Archipelago. After tbe gentle
man had pointed out what the dinner
really coat, he asked what on the table
could be raised within the limits of the
country where they were living. The
answer was the corn bread, the butter
and buttermilk, and it was decided that
the family could not live on this alone.
The gentleman estimated that that little
dinner represented directly or indirectly
the employment of $500,000,000 of capi
tal and 5,000,000 of men. It would be
quite a lesson in geography for each of
the little folks to try to discover where
their dinners come from.—Outlook.
A BRAVE DEED.
It hardly seems possible that a girl
of sixteen should save nearly fifty peo
from a terrible death, and yet that is
what Grace Bussell did. She is often
called the Grace Darling of Australia;
and, when you have heard her story, I
am sure you will say ehe deserves the
name. Grace lived with her parents in
Western Australia, and her father was
one of the first settlers near the Swan
river. She used to help in many ways.
She would ride twenty miles a day with
the cattle, and was as much at home in
the saddle as ehe was in the kitchen.
Before you can quite understand
what a wonderful work this girl did one
day, you must remember that twenty
years ago the towns in the new settle
ments in Australia were very far apart,
and people had often to ride for miles to
call on their next-door neighbor.
Now it happened one day in Decem
ber, 1876, that a vessel was wrecked off
the coast about eight miles from the
Bussells’ home. The steamboat sprang
a leak; and, not being far from land, the
captain tried to steer her in. But it was
of no avail: she ran aground; and there
she stayed, with the water gradually
flowing into her.
The life-boat which wbb on board the
steamer was lowered; but it leaked, too,
and was so difficult to manage that
eight people who had ventured in it
were drowned. So the reel of the crew
clung to the steamer, and wondered
whether they could ever be saved. The
surf ran so wildly that no one could
dare to swim through it, and there was
not a house or a person in eight.
But help was near, though they knew
it not. The girl of sixteen was riding
along with a native servant. She
caught sight of the vessel in distress;
and, turning her horse’s head to
ward the coast, she started at a quick
gallop, When ehe reached the sea, she
urged her horBe into the angry surf.
She rode boldly on till she reached the
vessel. With much difficulty she took
some of the children in her arms, and
put them before her on the saddle.
Then, with women and bigger children
clinging to her dress, she started for
the shore, gave those ehe had rescued
to the care of the native, and returned
once more to the wreck. So she went
backward and forward for four hours,
till all were safe on land, the servant
having ridden to bring out the last
man.
Tired and wet sb the girl was, she
had still something more to do. Those
forty-eight people whom she had res
cued must have food and protection of
some sort before night came on. So
Grace rode home for help; but by the
time she had gone the eight mileB she
was so worn out herself that shefainted,
and it was some time before she could
tell what had happened. Her married
sister started off at once with food and
wraps for the shipwrecked people, and
the next day they were all taken to Mr.
Bussell's house.
Vou will agree with me that Grace
veil deserved the medal of the Royal
Humane Society which was presented
to her on Jan. 8, 1878.—Onward.
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A Thrilling Rescve.
A YOUNG LIFE SAVED IN A REMARKABLE MANNER,
Florence Sturdivant, of Griudstone Island Saved from an Un
timely Death—lie' Dangerous Predicament.
From "On The ait. Lawrence,” Clayton, N, V.
Among the Thousand Islands is one
called Grindstone. It is seven miles long
and three wide. The inhabitants of this
island are a well-informed class of people
who devote their energies to farming and
quarrying for a livelihood. In the home
of one of these islanders resides Florence
J. Sturdivant, the four-year old daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. William H. Sturdivant.
She had a remarkable experience recently
FLORENCE J. 8TIKPIVAXT.
In an interview with a re|H>rter Mr.
Sturdivant said: ‘ Florence was taken
sick iu February. 18D6, with scatlet fever
ami we immediately culled a physician.
After two weeks the fever subsided but
Florence was left with a very weak bark
Severe pains were constantly ir. the back
and stomach. The difficulty seemed to
baffle the efforts of the physician.
“Finally at the end of four months of
treatment, we fouud our patient complete
ly prostrated. At this time we called an
eminent physician, who agreed with the
diagnosis of our physician. He prescribed
a course of treatment and we followed it
faithfully for three months, but instead
of improving, Florence failed.
"A brother of my wife, who resided in
Canada, but was visiting us. advised us to
use Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale Peo
ple, and 1 purchased a box of the pills and
began to give them to Florence. This
was in October, 1896. After using the
pills a short time we could see au im
provement. Her strength began to return
and her appetite was restored When she
had taken one box the pains in her back
and stomach ceased and her recovery
seemed certain.
“We eagerly purchased a second box of
pills and watched with delight the change
for the better that was being wrought
daily. Florence finally became strong
enough to walk a little She gained in
flesh and strength rapidly. By the time
she had used three boxes of the pills she
was evidently well. We continued the
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to prevent the possibility of a recurrence
of the difficulty.
‘■We cannot praise too highly the value
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without their use our child would have
b en a confirmed invalid.”
(Signed) William H. Stihdivaxt.
Subscribed and sworn to before me this
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H. W. Moksk, Notary Public.
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Its Alluring Scenery;
The Richness and Profusion of its Flowers:
Its Glorious Climate:
The Immense S:: • and Abundance of its Fruits and Other P* 4oc&
The Phenomena of the Desert;
Its Population and Dimensions;
p*cturesque Routes from Point to Point—
Santa Barbara, San Diego, Los Angeles, Pasadena. Rversade.
Redlands, and Other Sub-tropical Cities.
By J. W. HANSON, A. M., D. D.
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Luxurious Villas, Sequestered Valleys, Scacoast
Quaint Spanish Missions, Tropical Flowers. Ranches,
Tempting Orchards, Waterfalls, Petrified Po*wt<
AND OTHER OBJECTS OF
Historic, Scenic and Romantic Interest
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PRICE.
Bound in English Cloth . . $ 1.50
Embossed Paper, in box, , $1,00
UNIVERSALIST PUBLISHING HOUSE,
69 Dearborn St., Chicago.