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I PATRICK AND THE SINNERnr>r.
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(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. „
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T your prize. ''
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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.
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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.

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