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I PATRICK AND THE SINNERnr>r.
♦ /> ——————»• (Copyright by the S. S. McClure Co.) ONE faculty with which Owen a-Slaivin was blessed was the happy knack of sleeping where and when and for what length of time he chose. If Owen came in front his day's work with a keen up petite for his supper and found that the pratie pot did not yet show signs of boiling— that "the white horses" were not in it—"Why," he would say to Peggy. "I'll just bab v an eye till they're ready for teemin'," and, sitting on his creepie stool, "to the one side of the fire, he would simply bow his head and sleep soundly and re freshingly for the five minutes or the ten minutes (as the case might be) which were to spare before his serv ices were requisitioned to link off the big pot and teem it from the doorstep. The Bummadier prophesied that when poor Owen's time had come to die (which God keep afar!), and Peggy and the priest were standing by his bedside watching for the dread mo ment, Owen would surely ask them how many minutes they thought If had, and forthwith proceed to "bab an eye" for the allotted time. And though . we youngsters were; amused at Owen's power of falling; a.sleep and keeping so, in the most awkward position and under the most unfavorable conditions, it was by times aggravating. When we were in the humor for hearing one of the many brilliant stories, both traditional and made to order, that Owen could recite so racily, and when Owen, to"our joy, had consented to "reharse us a rattlin" good yarn," and we therefore had quieted down from our frolics and drawn the circle close around Owen's hearth fire (each upon his haunches upon the clay floor), supporting our back by clasping our hands around our knees, it was just then a trifle try ing to find that Owen had been seized with with the bright idea of "babbing an eye" whilst we settled ourselves. But—Owen's story was always worth waiting for, as witness this one: At the time that good Sent Pathriek (may the heavens be his bed!) was t-onvartin* Irelan' from haythendom, an' afther he'd screenged the kingdom high up an' low down, mainin' not to laive thrace or thrack of anything haythen ish atween the four says, an' when he thought at last he could sit down an' thank God, an' wipe the sweat off of his forehead, doesn't there come word till him that there was still wan hay then—si hardened —livln' in the neighborhood iv Athlone, who re fused to be converted, en' wouldn't be either coaxed or kicked intil Christian ity. . ;:;- - The sent was purty vexed, as you may suppose, at this, an' "upon my v.uity." siz Pathrick, siz he, "I'll make him sorry, his gran'mother was iver born." Now, at this time, the sent had 'most all the sarpints gathered into the say; for as he went up an' down convartin* Prize Story Department for Children FIRST PRIZE Guess What It Was My earliest recollections are when I was passing through many hardships in a pin factory, until I came to the little girl that placed me in my nice home with many companions, in > even rows on a piece of paper. Then I was put in a box and removed to a store and laid upon a shelf. I did not remain long In that place, because a lady came in and bought me. Then I was put in a fine lace cushion, where I spent a few hours looking around, until my mistress put me in her collar and wont for a walk, but I was not very strong, so I bent my back until I pricked her neck, at which she grew angry and threw me in the rubbish, where I was swept up and put in a furnace and burned. —James K. Roy. 176 Maple street; St. John's school, grade A sixth; age 13 years. A Selfish Dog Jack was a funny little dog, no bigger than a cat. He was a selfish little dog. He loved "his little mistress Jennie. She had a little white kitten. She often took the kitty In her arms. Jack did not like this, so he thought that he ought to be petted. 'So he thought be would be re venged. One day while Kitty was eating Jack came in and grabbed kitty by the collar. He went to the pond and put the little kitty in. then he went in and took her out and laid it at his mistress' feet. The dog got a good beating. The kitty recovered and after that Jack and kitty were the best of friends. . _ , —Bert Baer. lianklin school, grade B fifth; age 10 years. A Lesson in Honesty A boy of about 18 came into the ofllce of one of the large meat packing firms or Chicago. He asked one of the clerks where the manager was. "Over there." Kaid the. clerk, nodding his head towards an elderly man. The boy walked over and asked the manager for work. "What kind of a job do you want?" "Anything." answered the boy. "Well, I can't give you an of fice job. but I can give you one in the packing room." "All right." said the boy, and the next day we find him In the pack ing nom. At the end of the month he came around for his pay. The manager had two checks in his hand, one of which he handed to Dave, and the other he put into his pocket. Dave left the office, look ed at his check and ran back and told the manager that he must have made some mistake. "My check should have been made for $CO, but this is for $500. The manager then replied, "Yes. I see. I,will make you assistant manager for being so honest." „„_>_ • ' —James Fleming. 62~THton; Cretin high school, grade first commercial; age 14 years. Davy Gets an Idea Davy was a skillful hunter. He usually hunted bears, aoeompanied by his son and about a dozen dogs. His dogs he said, were the best bear trailers in the west. They would trail a bear, tree him, and then bark for Davy to come and kill him. Many a time they were in a deadly conflict with a bear and many a time saved their master from being hugged to death. . One day Davy was going through the woods alone while his son and dogs were scattered. He came to a tree with a large hole on top. Davy said it was a bear den and that there must be cubs in it. Tak ing his shoes off and leaning his gun against the tree he climbed up. "The old bear must be in the woods looking for something to eat." Looking In he could not see anything, because it was too dark. So he put his feet in to see if he could touch the cubs, but they were too for down In the tree. So he began let ling himself down. All at once Daw let go and dropped among the cubs. * He thought of taking one or two home for pets, but now the trouble was how to get out as the opening- was about four or rive feet above.his head. He was there about four hours plan ning how to escape, when presently old Bruin was seen coming through the open ing with his hind feet first. When Bruin was far enough for Davy 'to reach his leg he caught it and stuck Bruin with his hunting knife. The bear thinking he was in danger began crawling back to the top. dragging Davy along. The bear crawled from the tree and ran off into the woods while Davy resumed his hunting I -Pr , —Stanley KiezynkowsUi. 286 Burgess street; Cretin high nehool, , grade first commercial; age 16 years. he used as, he sayed himself, to kill two birds with the wan stone, an' gather the sarpints afore him as he went, an" ivery time he came convaynlent to the say he'd throt them out an* over with them. But he had yet to go wan other journey to gather up all the missed an' sthrayed wans. So, to his feet he gets, an' spittin' on his fist, takes a good grip of his goold headed pastoral staff an' off with him. He Btarted at the Joyant's Causeway, an' gathered all afore him as he came down, intendin' for to run them all intil the ocean at the Cove iv Cork. When he reached as far as in the neighborhood of Ath lone, he inquired for the residence of the haythen. an' the people dlracted him." So Pathrick driv his sarpints that way, an' when he come to the house of the haythen he ordhered that lad to come out till he's put him through his p's and q's. The haythen he come out. an' Pathrick hurled at his head all the denunciations in the scripthurs. - "An' now," siz he, •'will ye consint to be convarted? There's heaven an' there's hell," siz he, "afore ye; malco yer own choice. Only this, if ye c hoos.» haythendom an' hell, then off ye march in the middle iv this thribe of sarpinta here —off, an' into the say." "Misther Sent Pathrick." the huy then was beginnin', but the Sent stops him. "No 'mistherin'' for me, if ye plai!*».'" says the sent. "I'm just plain S»-n» •Pathrick." "Well, Sent Pathrick." siz the n.-iy then, "would yer sentship kindly j;i" me an iday-a iv what sort of eiMMPMt) goes to heaven?" "To heaven," siz Sent Pathrick, " il go all the good an' pious oeoplc thai spends their lives in prayin* an" fast - in" an' meditatin'; all them that don't carouse an' drink wine an' bawl comic songs Jin" br'ak their neighbors' heada at the fair." "An* to h^Il?" siz the haythen. "To hell," siz the gent, "goes all th«» bad people that, instead iv prayin" an' fastin. watchin' an' meditatin", goes around instead to weddln's an' wakes, fairs and frolics, Hingin' an* dancin'. dhiinkin' an' carousin', fightin' an' lovemakin'—all these goes to hell. 5... me good fella, beware, beware! In flect upon that before ye jive yer . In cision!" But the haythen—sinner that he was —tuk small time for reflection. "Yet sentship," siz he, "plaise dhrive me on with the sarpints!" Poor Sent Pathrick was dumfounded. An' small wondher! Then the lad ax ed him laive to go in an' put on a elan* collar, an' give his hands an' his face a lick, afore settin' out. An' the sent, bein" no bad fella, consented, an' sat down on a stone outside waitin' for him. But, behold ye, the haythen— fer he was a purty purtickler kind iv a buck —tuk a longer time nor Path rick had bargained for, gettin* himself intil rotation; an 1 the went had to send in word till him to shake himself an 1 be quick, bekase the sarpints was meandherin' about an' annoyin' the people pasain' the roads. Now this haythen had discovered the saycret of brewin' from corn what )'<' "THIS department Is conducted for <> [ ',', I the school children of the " Northwest, and the sole ob- ] ' • i Ject Is to encourage the wrltirfg of ' I ! stories and poems by the children. <■ ' \ The column Is open to all children < 1 of school age. All children, whether " their parents are subscribers of '' ii The Globe or not, are Invited to ! ', • ■ contribute. : I All contributions of merit will be " printed providing the following rules ' ' are observed: >— '' FlßST—Write plainly. '' SECOND— on one side of i, ' ■ the paper only. ;; THlßD—Stories or poems must" not be more than 150 words In " length. Ip FOURTH—Give your name, ad- «' ■ > dress, age and school you attend. <• ' \ As the young readers of The" Globe and their friends have be- ',' M come interested in the Children's '.'. ii Page, it is necessary at times to de- d ' ' lay the publication of some con- " ] [ trlbutlons received. '' ,; Prizes will be awarded each week ',', for the three best stories, as fol- ,' . i lows: , [ '/, FlßST—Scholar's Twentieth Cen- " tury Dictionary, 1904 edition. " SECOND —Fourteen carat gold ',', • • fountain pen. " THIRD Book of poems. • |p ;; Call at 603 Ernst Building for" T your prize. '' Address all communications to j Editor Children's Short Story Pane >> . i The Globe, St. Paul, Minn. • ♦♦♦*♦* ♦♦♦»>»»♦»»»♦ ♦ » SECOND PRIZE The Unfortunate Little Robin ' One of our greatest enjoyments of spring is when the robins come back from the south. Last year when the trees were getting their foliage a pair of robins built their nest in a tree in front of our house, and we could watch the mother bird hatching her eggs. One day when the parents were out ■ hunting ,for food one of the little birds thought he would get out of the nest but he was too small to fly and what else could he do but drop to the ground. The mother bird was much disappointed to find her little one helpless on the ground She could not bring it back to the nest and the cat that was watching its prey sprang at it and killed it. — t,- , - _', —Reola Appel. '•>■> Portland avenue; Irving school, grade B fifth; age 10 years. A Good Shot One day this summer I was at mv uncle's house, I saw a chicken hawk. -1 ran to the woods to see where he lighted. I whistled for my uncle and he came with his gun. I pointed to the hawk, but he flew away. Just then I saw a red squir rel. I told my uncle, but he would not shoot at such a little thing. Then was my chance for I had never shot a shot gun before. I asked to let me take the gun and he handed it to me. I rested it on a tree, for I was not strong enough to hold it. I shot and down came the squirrel dead. I took the squirrel home and my mother and father would hardly believe that I had shot it. „. _ . , —Sam Chrlstensen. S4 East Geranium street; R. A. Smith school, grade A second; age 13 years. The Adventures of a Dime I originated in the city of New York in the year 1901. After I remained there about a month I was put in a large bag with a lot of other money and brought to Chicago and to St. Paul. " I was taken out and given to a little boy. who put me In a toy bank, where I remained about a month and a half. Then I was taken out by a bad man, who went to a saloon and bought with me a glass of beer. The bar tender took me and put me in a drawer where I remained but a short while, only a day. and in the night, when he was going home he took me out and put me in a pocket with a hole in It. While he was going along the street I dropped out and rolled in a sewer. I am still there waiting in this dirty sewer for somebody to take me out. —Joseph Dolan. 783 St. Peter street; Cretin high school, grade first commercial; age 12 years. THE ST. PAUL GLOBE. SUNDAY. APRIL 23. 1905 he called ishky-bagh (uisge-bath). or the wather of life, an' what we now adays call plain whisky. So he tuk an' sent out to Pathrick a cruiskin of th» uisge-bath, to keep him company while he'd wait an' to sloke bid Lariat, be kase, more be the same token, it was a mortial warm dhrouthy day. But Sent Pathrick was always wan iv the most temperate iv men, an' be sent back word to the haythen that it was" no manner of use thryin' to temp' an' bribe him; for him to hurry himself « up. if he plaised, for it woujd be a hard job gatherin' together the sarpints, who durin' this l<fng wait, were sthragglin' an' sthrayin* to all parts. Still, the jug fj^^^ *"'•/•? ■ He Hoisted the LltHe Cruiskin to His Lips havln* been placed at Pathrl^k'a elbow, the scent iv it soon sthruck him, an' Pathrick immediately begun dhrawin' in long breaths through hla nose. "I believe." siz he till himself at length, "It's my duty as the sent tv this eounthry to test what this evil new liquor is like, so as to warn me con varts agin' It." So he hoisted the little crulskin to Mb lips, an 1 let the smallest dhrop iv the stuff sit upon his tongue. 3 —■" — ——^——^——^——^— ———- | THIRD PRIZE My Trip to Wlnton One morning bright and early I was awakened by mamma's call; she nald. "Faith, Faith, get right up If you want to go to Winton!" So up I jumped and was very happy, for there there are many beautiful and interesting things. We left here at 9 o'clock in the morning and got as far as TMiluth, when we had to change cars for the flint time. We had to go on the iron route to Ely. Minn. Th« time we reached there was quite late and we had to take a hack to Winton. The next morning when r was awoke I forgot where 1 was, but after I met my cousins Al and Martie I felt better. I soon found my way to the St. Croix store, where my cousins got many playthings to enjoy ourselves with. When I started for home I was very sorry, although I had a nice time. —Faith Tonners. » 1138 Forest street, city; age 10 years. Fidos "Please" When Fido is hungry he sits up very straight on his haunches and puts out his forepaws. This Is his way of saying "Please feed me." Fido has a sweet tooth. His mis tress made candy one day and set It on the high dining room sideboard to cool. Going into the room a while after, there sat Fido on a chair all alone saying "Please" to the sideboard. —Louisa Tack". 1637 East Eourth street; Phil Sheridan school; age 13 years. My Sister My sister's name Is Bertha, and every time I go to saw my wood she comes and •wants to saw, so I let her and I split it. When she has sawed a little while she I want« to split. When I saw a pile and she sees she can't split fast enough to keep up with me she wants to saw. When she saws one cut off she says I can't split as fast as she saws. When there is only one stick to saw she wants to saw It, and when she gets through she says she beat me. When we get it In the house and lock the shed,- she wants me to hear her lessons. —Walter Brown. 258 Nash street; Franklin school, grade B sixth; age 1-' years. A True Story Two starlings. English birds that gen erally build around old fashion chimneys, were taken from the nest before they had feathers and tamed to talk by cutting part of their tongue off. By kindness he taught them to say. "ting tongs and tos sels. little boys and brickets." After a while a rich man heard of this and prom ised to give the man £5 of English mon ey. The man agreed to bring the birds up the next morning. He went to bed feeling very happy. He get up early the next morning and fed them. He went into the next room and got dressed, but heard a noise. He ran to the other room and there saw a cat just eating the last bird. Of course the man did not sell the birds, but the sight almost made the man beside himself because it was caused by his own carelessness of leaving the cage door open. ' —Albert Slaurk. 03 Front street; R. A. Smith school, grade B seventh; age 14 years. Holland Holland Is sometimes called Nether lands, which means lowlands. This little country is below sea level, and the sea sometimes overflows it, which pauses great damage. To prevent this the peo ple build dikes, which are walls of stone and earth. • - « The dlkes. are carefully watched when finished and when a bell sounds all the people flock to the dikes to fix old ones or baild new ones. Other walls are dunes which the wind has blown up. Windmills are seen everywhere, and are used for pumping water, sawing wood and grinding corn. They are painted bright colors. The houses are usually six stories high, while each story is narrower than the one below. The Dutchmen are always smoking, and the more white pipes they turn brown the better the smoker The men wear wooden shoes, knickerbockers and bright colored waist*, while the wom en wear the same, except the knicker bockers. —Russell Relily. . 03 Tilton street; Madison school, grade B fifth; age 11 years. . A Wish "O dear." sighed Magdellne as she lay ed aside a book she bad been reading. By Seumas MacManus teked his lips at wunst, an' tv fhore. The eyes of the groo< sent brightened up at this an' he trie a third sup. "H l« a mortal dhrouihy day." siz he Ajaf then siz he to the sarvint tha brought him the liquor: "Ye may te the haythen." siz he. "not to discom mode himself hurryin" too much wit his dhressin. 1 I have lavin's and lash in"s Iv time." The poor sent, poor man. was might dhrouthy, there's no doubt iv it, a^l small blame till him such a day; an' when the hayth*»n at length come out. dhressed air ready for the road, It was low tide in the crulakin. "Now," niz Sent Pathrkk. "it's a usual thing when a man's (join* to be hung, to grant him any requlat, in modheration. that he axes: So." slz he, "as you're in much the same posi tion as a man goin' till hi* hangin'. I'll grant you the requist iv takin' with ye for company on the road an' to squelch How I wish I might live In Alice Gray's place and have that lovely library to go to. but I needn #l wish, for it will be stay at home all summer, but I do think Aunt Ann might ask me to spend the summer with them at New Port." "Magdellne! Magdeline! Where are you?" came her. brother's voice. "Here's a letter from Aunt Ann.- Open It quick ' and see what she wants." She opened It and read: Dear Magdeline: Your father was here yesterday and he said Arlo and you might spend the summer with as at New Port. We start a week from Sunday. In haste. —Aunt Ann. P. S.—Let me know If you will- go. no I can pack some books for "you to read while there. • "Oh, joy." cried Magdelin*. as she ran off to tell Fay, who was both sister and mother In one. —Maud Reynolds. Sauk Rapids. Minn.; Russell school, grade eighth; age 14 years. The Basket and the Kittens One summer evening a few of my play mates and I went out for a walk. As we were walking along we saw a big basket on the sidewalk. It was opened and a big cat and two little ones were In It. We left the basket there and walked on. In the morning we went out again to see if the basket was there yet. It was but this time the basket was closed. The evening before there "were three girls anil I who saw the basket. They gave me a | small kitten, and we have it yet. It is almost a year old now. and it' has been my little pet since we have it. It is very pretty. It is black all except its tail. It always lies by the stove In the winter nights. —Dora Mottrison. 211 Spruce street; Frar/klln school, grade B fifth; age 11 years. Golden Gate Park There Is an extensive and very beautl .ful park called the Golden Gate park sit uated Just outside of the city of San ! Francisco. This park has fifteen buffaloes grazing in an open space surrounded by an Iron fence.- r- • Near this park there is a large zoo logical garden. Here you can hear lions roar, bears growl, snakes hiss and many other horrible Founds. There are beaufTTul fountains dotting* this park, near the largest of these there is a large cave. We walk through this cave for quite a distance, on coming to the end we >•■•• ■ large bear, which is said to be theVmartest and biggest bear alive. —Stewart Harrison. Care Lieut. H. L. Cooper, Fort Snelllng. Minn.; Jefferson school, grade B sixth; age 12 yea^s. Rowing on the Lake One summer's morning in vacation some of my friends and I went out rowing. My father did not think it was a good day to go rowing. We answered. "Look how nice and clear it is. He aald. "That's all right. I was just trying to play a joke on you." So we started towards the lake, where we expect eil to have a line time. When we reached the lake It was 10 o'clock. We first rested, then each got into. a separate boat and George said, "Let us have a race." Then we started. George was ahead when the rest were half way around and he was always turning around to see where we were. But all of a. sudden the boat turned over and as George was not a good swimmer he dis appeared. One of the boys watched him while we ran for help and came back without any. This boy that watched him could swim and dive very well. He per suaded us to go in after George or leave him go. At once he was in and in a minute was up with George. But, alas, for George was no more. • Two boys ran home and told bis father, vho came at once with a carriage and took us home. ' • Since then we have never gone on the lake to race in rowboats. . . —Jesse Calmenson. 232 Grove street: Franklin school, grade B sixth; age 1- years. . ' Max the Forester There lived In the woods a poor man ; named Max. In the winter Max used to cut wood and drag It up the steep hill to the castle. In this castle lived a rich baron and hi* only daughter. Lady Volga. This baron had a bitter enemy, named the count. Once when' he had been out bunting and came home tired and hun gry be found his daughter missing. He at once sent for Max. '"Max." he said, "The count has been here and stolen my daughter." He told Max to hitch up. Then the baroft'and Max set off for the count's. They had not gone far when i the wolves were upon them. Max tight ened the reins and said "fly." The horses did fly, but the wolves flew still faster. At last they saw a light not far away and soon got there and were dragged Into the house half frozen. While the men outside unloosed the horses the " baron asked if they had any company and the lady said "Yes." The baron said: "Let us see them." When they were shown to him one proved to be his daughter. Next day the baron brought his daughter yer thirst—ril grant ye the re^ulst Iv takin' a cruiskin iv the l"ls«;e-bath with ye" The lad he smiled, an" siz he. "'Ay. but, Sent Pathrick. so far as I lenow. "it Isn't usually the hangman that chooses the requist. But no matther," siz he. "the cruiskin I'll take" So takin' un dher his arm a comfortable sized wan. with the bubbles on top Iv It winkin" at ye. the haythen t«K his place among the sarpints, an* Pathrick. headin' all Iv them on on the road for the cove, started. It was a long an' a dhreich journey an' the sent, poor man. had the dick ens' own throublesome time iv it. The haythen. h course, he went along all right; but the sarplnts was tta* very dlvll to manage, an' there wasn't a crossroads they come to that the whole covey iv them wouldn't take an' start down the wrong; way, purtendin' all as wan as that they thought In th<Mr hearts they wor takin' the very right way an' savin' the sent throuble: an' the poor disthracted Bent had to be cleekin' this lad back with^he deck iv home and Max was given a place in the castle for his family and Jived happy after that. —Tim Anderson. 184 Dunedln terrace: Cretin high school, grade first commercial.. Life In the Woods How much different is the bustling life of«the cities in comparison with that of the woods. The vast forests of Minne sota afford excellent advantages for the tired, worn out men from the cities who throng to those wild regions to refresh : themselves for hard work. In the woods everything is silent but for the occasional crack of a hunter's rifle, the hoot of an I owl. the yelp of a wolf or the cry of the 1 stag for its mate. The streams are teem ing with fish and Its hunting reserves are unequaled. The wolves are very thick and vicious, and often drive the frightened deer to camp for protection. The climate Is cool and delightful and showers fall often. Scarcely is it over when the thrush will make its appearance and begin Its song. —Thomas Duffy. HS Livingston avenue; Cretin high Hchool, grade B first commercial; age 15 years. The Lark The only lark in the United States Is the • American skylark. It is pinkish brown, with black tall feathers and a yellow throat and chin. It lays four or live gray eggs, speckled with pale blue and brown. The male bird, when flying, sings very cheerfully. The American skylark Is not the same as the European skylark, so celebrated by the poets for its song. The skylark belongs to the perch ing birds. and to the same family with the sparrow and linnet. —Joseph Golberstadt. 64 Pine street; Franklin school, grade A sixth; age 12 years. Safe Asleep When I was a mere child I was very cross one day. Mamma whipped me, tell ing me to sit down until supper was ready. I did so and fell asleep. Supper was soon prepared. They called and looked for me everywhere, but I was fast asleep and heard nothing.* -~ This was about 6 o'clock, and at 10 1 o'clock they had not found me. It was then reported I was drowned in a cis tern that was in the back yard. A man said he seen me fall in. The police were robing the cistern. Mamma was wild with • thinking I was drowned. When a neighbor lady came in and found me behind the door, still asleep, she took me out and all the people were shocked to see me alive and not even wet. The closet was dry. but the cistern was full of water. —Cecelia Brennan. Ml Maria avenue; Van BUTen school; age lj years. .A True Goose Story There is a family living near our house that keep a flock of geese. My little brother and his little chum. Arty, used to think it lots of fun to chase them every time they could, but the old gander turned on - them one day and flew back on my brother and lit on the top of his head and commenced to peck at him. and scared him almost to death- My mamma • heard him holler: "Oh! Arty, save me! Save me! Won't you? Help me, Arty, the old goose is killing me." Since that time he don't bother the geese. >. —Willie J. Roy. St. Paul. Minn.; St. John's school, grade A third; age 10 years. Story of a Quarrel One day we had a quarrel. It was a beautiful day in December. Just a few days ago. I went over to my chum Marie. We played house and school until we got tired. Then we began to play ! with the sled. I was getting on the sled and I said. "Now. don't posh me. because I might tumble off and get hurt." But alas! She did and I tumbled off right in the snow. I said. "I'll not go over there again." But I went aver the very next 'day. —Florence LoretUt McDermott. Clontarf. Minn.; Clontarf school. grade ; fourth; age 9 years; A Daring Adventure ••William! William! Don't look down, for papa and mamma, and Harriet are here." These sad words were shouted by a half frantic mother as she. stood at the bottom of a high cliff gazing at her son. who was at the extreme point of death. The cliff to which I have referred Is situated In the state of Virginia. It Is about 400 feet high. In the middle of the cliff the rock has been- washed out leav ing, as It were, a sort of an arch. The boys that lived in the vicinity of thus cliff used to go there and carve their names in the rock. There was. as usually is the case, one anxious* boy who wanted to get his name carved higher than any sf the others. One day as he was out near the cliff with his parents he pulled out his knife and, unnoticed by the peopl* who war* his staff, for to make him go right; an' pummelin' that boy with the goold head !v his stick, to make him mend his manners; an' proddin' another lazy schaimer, to encourage him: but (to five the divil his due) the hay then he was aisy dhrivin", an* went along ati right, givin' no throuble whatsomiver. As I sayed, i« was a mighty dhrouthy sort iv a day, an' what atween the drouth an' the fataigue an' the vexa tion the sarpints give him, Pathrick (no wonder) wanted for to stop an' sloke his thirst at almost every runnin" sthraim he come till; !mt the haythen (who was noways bad hearted, after all), always made offer of the cruis kin to the sent instead. It's bad medicine is the cowl wather when wan's hot an' sweatin': so Path rick always consented to take a pull out iv the cruiskin. an* when he'd dhraw his sleeve along Ms mouth, an' hand back the cruiskin he'd say, "Thanky. haythen. That's mighty slokin." An' faith M it was. An* afther a hard an thryin'. tire some time fv it, poor Sent Pathrick. both tired an footsore, worn an' for lorn, with the temper iv him nigh broken, at fong an' last reached the say at the Cove iv Cork. An' he had screenged the counthry so well this time that he hadn't left a tshrayed or athraggled sarpint from end till wynd iv Irelarr that he hadn't gathered with him. an' the haythen—the only re mainin' haythert in all the lan—among them. An' h* now surrounded the con gregation, himself an* his staff, an' driv them higgledy-piggledy out into the raavenous waves iv the ocean, all Iv them, barrin' the haythen. who he wanted to say a last wuurd till. An' when he watched till he s^en the tail iv the last sarpint slop kickin' above the wather an' disappear forlver he turned till the haythen. who was standin' there waitin' his turn an' stz he: "How lon* have ye been makin" that obniximis liquid ye call fisge-hath?" "N'Jgh on ten years, sVnt," siz the haythen. "Ye hardened sinner," siz the sent. "An 1 -lhrinkin 1 if" 'An' dhrinkin' it. yis." siz the hay then. 'Och. och! but ye're the hopeless sinner." siz the sent. "Now." siz the sent. "I have tested that I'isge-bath In the Interests iv all my Christians In vlrelan"; it was my duty to do at all hazards whatsomiver. Again an' again, unshrinkln'. I've done me doty by that Uisge-bath an* my Christians, an' I now pronounce it a dangerous liquor, that's liable to work no end of harm. sin. an' misery If it iver goes in til thoughtless hands. Tell me. how many people knows the sai«.ret iv pro ducln' that sinful dhrink." "The sorra take the sinner but me own self," siz the haythen. "Thank God," siz Sent Pathri. k. "It'll be the aisier done away with. Write me out the resait." "For what." siz the haythen, "does y«»r sentship want the resaif.'" "In ordher," siz Sent Pathriik. "that I may burn It up an' destroy the sai cret foriver." around, he started to ascend the T cliff, carving his name as he went along. Finally he was noticed by his mother, who almost fainted as she saw him standing on a little ledge of rock. A man who was at the tup of the cliff tried to get a rope to him, but he could not, for the rope was too short. As the boy stood there unconscious of his danger and trying to carve another niche in order to get up higher, his knife fell from his nervous little hand and landed at his mother's feet, who stood below. But as he was at the point of eternity the man again dropped the rope which got him under the arms and he was again safe from a dangerous act. As he was ascending he heard a faint voice crying. "William! William! Don't look down for papa, mamma and Harriet are here." —J. R. McCarthy. 393 West Central avenue; Cretin high school, grade first _commercial: age 15 years. ««»,■ ■ ,••.-, Kindness ... As some of the girls and I were going from school we saw an old woman kneel ing down in front of some steps. We went over to see what she was doing and we found that she had lost a dime down the crack and was trying to get it out with a hairpin, but she could not get it out because she was so old. One of the girls sild. "Lee me try." and she got It out. We could tell she was glad for she had tears in her eyes. -Mildred Munro. 46:.' Bancroft street; age 11 years. Father Time * . Old Father Time Is a-stepping by With a quiver of lips and a tear in his eye. The old year took him by the pants And. oh. how he did make him dance. The new year met him by the way. Threw up his cap and hollered. "Hey! Don't go so fast my dear old man; Go see the people if you can!" The people yelled. "Come nevermore. And with you take 1904! It's been a year of death and crime; So please get out old Father Time!* 1 The old man trembled in his shoes: He then lay down mid took a snooze. When he woke up so very late He yelled. '•These people all I hate Because they turned me out of doors And think It smart, the low down boors; His scythe fell off and broke in two. So he'll not come back to me and you. —Darwin Truax. St. Paul Park. Minn.; St. Paul Park school, sixth grade; age 10 years. Our Kitten We had a lovely littfe kitten about two months ago, the loveliest kitten ever saw, who never stole and never did anything naughty. One Sunday we laughed very much- We gave her a chicken bone, and . being too" full to eat it. she wanted to hide it some place for safe keeping. We had a little rug by the dining room dooor. She tossed it to and fro, then put the bone under the rug. We would take it out only to see her repeat it, which she did a number of times until she was so tired she fell asleep. Tuesday morning she cried to come up trom the cellar, i where she stayed for the night, but couldn't till mother lifted her. A little later kitty had a lit and died. —Ruth Holden. 404 Banfil street; Monroe school; age 8 years. Two Boys Once there were two boys. One's name was Sam and the other Willie. It wan a hot summer day and the boys asked ■ Sam to go fishing with them. Sam said Ihe would auk his mother. He asked her I and she saWi. "No. Sam. you will go In ■ swimming." But be said he wouldn't, but she said. "No. " He begged her so she said he could go, but not to be gone more than a half hour. And not to go In swimming. ' Hours went by and he did not come home; so his mother sent Willie ;to tell Sam to com.- home. Just as his ' brother was near the lake he saw his i brother drowning. If Sam had minded his mother maybe he would not got drowned. —James Rogers. 157 Mississippi street; Franklin school, : grade B sixth; age 12 years. Out In the Gale On a bright summer day four boys about the same age were preparing to go out fishing, and an old sailor who was letting his boat to the boys cautioned them to keep a sharp watch as a gale was liable to arise at any time. So the boys pushed off and rowed quite aways out and then dropped anchor. They had fine luck all morning and were so In terested in their fishing that they did not notice the black clouds arising In the east until It began to grow dark and the wind began to blow like fury. • The boys pulled up anchor and rowed for the shore. The wind began to blow harder than ever and the rain came down In torrents. As they could do nothing against the wind they were blown out to seat. After about an hour they heard the boom of a cannon three times in succes- "ttut sure." siz the haythen. "when yew dhriv me lntil the say afther them other lads ye're afther dumpin'. the saicret will be desthroyed foriver." "Right enough." siz the sent, "but I want to desthroy both you an' the re sait. an* in that way make double sure." But no. the lad was parvarse to the end. He'd not give Pathrick the re sait. on no account whatsomiver. An though the sent worked him high up an' low down, it wasn't wan bit iv use, good, bad or ondifferent; his saicret would never go on paper. 'Come, dhrlve me in." he says, "dhrive me in to the say an' be done with me," the parvarse villain that ho waa. Sent Pathrick tuk a turn or two up an* down the banks iv -the say. an' he thinkin' hard. An' at long an' at last he ups to the haythen again, an' he siz. siz he; "I have been thinkin' an' reflectin* upon your case." siz he, "an* it's only this instant It sthrikes me that since I have convarted an' made good pious •Christians, out of all the rest in Ire lan, if I dhrownded you it'll niver do at all at all, for I'll have niver a sinner at all in the whole kingdom to praich against an' to hould up as a warnin' an* a moral to all the good people. That," siz the sent, • "ud niver do at all at all. I must spare you for a bad example." For a bad example," siz the hay then. "Well, I'm sure I'm mortial thankful to yer sentship for yer oncoin mon great kindness. Still, don't think me ongrateful, but it sthrikes me that a bad example is but a slack profes sion, afthur all. for a poor divil be ex pected to knock out a livin' at." "As for that," siz Sent Pathrick. '11l make parsonal application to the king iv Irelan' to have ye salaried, so ye can livo comfortable an' aisy durin* the rest iv yer natural life. Ye'U have to thramp around with me wheresom iver I go praichin' an' be always on hand for me to hould ye up to the scorn an* opprobrium that ye de sarve." "S«?nt Pathrick." siz the poor fella, all alive with gratefulness, "I'll give ye me vow niver from this day out to disj til wan other dhrop Iv Uisge-bath." "Aisy. alay, ye vagabone ye!" siz Pathrick. "Remimber yer callln"! A purty wort iv a start that would be. wouldn't it? If ye're goin' to be my bad example, ye must be it with all the veins iv yer heart, or else yell find me some mornin' glvin' ye the run down the same pad walk the other sar pints went. Sartinly, ye must keep yer hand in. makin' dhrops iv that de prived an' sinful liquor back an' forrld. There's no betther way iv pe«-factln' yerself for the profession Fiji givin' An" so the sent, on all his rounds through Irelau' afthor niver journeyed without his Bad Example, who he made great use iv for houldin' all good < 'hristians on the right coorse, in tar ror tut awe. An 1 the Bad Example lived for many years in pace, comfort an' content, as happy as such a. vUe sinner could expect to be. sion. Some one calling for the lifeboat said Frank to one of the boys. ■ In a few minutes they came in sight of a boat grounded on a sand isle. They pulled at the oars until the boat struck the. ship 1 and were quickly hauled aboard. Sfiortly after the lifeboat was heard. She pulled up alongside of the ship and all wero saved. —T. Bnright 401 North Exchange street; Cretin high school, grade first commercial B. Encounter With Robbers The town where I dwelt was young and dreary. The roads were rough and th« sides of the roads were covered with bushes. Here and there were small shan A On my way home from work, passing a thick bush which darkened the road, .1 heard a rustle of leaves and before I had time to run I was surrounded by some men. They handled me roughly, and took the little money I had. also my watch. Having finished they bound me to a tree and vanished Into the woods. I remain ed in this uncomfortable position all night. In the morning I was released by a vil lager. I told him about my experience. He notified the detectives, while I hur ried home to tell the folks. Two days later the thugs were detected and since then that place was known ( as Dark woods. —Frank Danz. ICI West Sixth street: Cretin high school, grade first commercial B; age It years. A Boy's Keen Scent Once upon a time there was a little boy who every time he went to the store ask ed for boom candy. At last the lady told his mother and she told her boy ha must not do that any more. So the next time he went to the store he said, I smell some candy, and the lady gave him a very small piece. After awhile he said. Is:It possible that I could smell such a small piece a* that. L-ydla Metzger. ATi Rondo street; McKlnley school; age IS years. The Dishonest Beggar A dishonest beggar having been reduo- M to his last penny, made up his mind that he would pretend to be dumb. When he arrived at the town where he had begged once or twice before he met a man who had given him money. Th« man. knowing the beggar's face, said. "Hello." But the beggar did not answer. "How Jong have you been dumb?" "From the day of my birth." answered the beg gar, forgetting himself. —Annie Brodle. Ml Rice street. St. Paul; R. A. Smith school, grade seventh; age M years. ■' Be Honest Llk«- Tom Tom w.-f.< a poor boy who made his liv ing by doing errands for other people. One day In December Tom went into the streets, which were all blocked up with snow, which had fallen the night before. The streets were not very crowded, for It was very cold, -and Tom had only made 30 cents that day. so he went home with a heavier heart than usual. But it was fine -the next day and the streets were thronged with people. All at once Tom espied that a rich, stylish looking man had dropped a large pocketbook. Tom. who is very honest, at once seized the parcel Just as a dishonest boy was about to seize it. but Tom was ahead of him. and ran to the man with it. You may Imagine that Tom was not left unreward ed, for that day he went home with Jit extra in his pocket. — Olive Determan." Sauk Rapids. Minn.; Russell school, grade eighth; age 15 years. * Two Woodcutters Once a retired farmer hired two men to cut him some wood. Hiring one by th* day and one by the job. The farmer walking out through the wood lot one day. where the two men were cutting, was finding fault with the slow way they were cutting the wood. The man that wu cutting by the Job said. "My end of th« saw is going by the Job. by the job. by the job. by the Job, and the other man's end Is going by the.day, by the day. by the day." So the farmer concluded he would have to cut the saw in two te justify the men. —Lillian Gumming*. Fergus Falls, Minn.; Madison school; age 11 years. The Story of a *5 Gold Piece I was born in a mountain of-Arizona. where I stayed for many hundred years. Dec. 1. 1903. I was dug out and torn away from my family, and the 15th was taken to the mint and camn gut a *5 gold piece. Then from the mint I was sent to the United States treasury. From the treasury I was given to a man whose wife gave me to & poor wom an in payment for sewing. This woman had two children and her husband was out of work. One child was ill and the other was too young to work. She use* me to buy clothing, food and medicine, and I helped to make a happy Christina* for them aIL —Wilber Muntz Fagler. 457 Holly avenue, St. Paul, Minn Web -1 ster school, grade B fifth; age 11 years.