Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, May 25, 1901, Page 6

A Memorial Surprise Party. Alma Maynard sat at the window, looking thoughtfully out at the newly budded trees. Poor Alma had been confined to the house all the spring with the scarlet fever which had left her so weak that at first she could hardly lift her head, but now that she was up and her young friends were al- lowed to visit her, she had been wish- ing they would come fn a party some evening. She did not know that at school that very day her playmates were planning to surprise her on the afternoon of Decoration day, which was the next Wednesday. The day dawned bright and warm and about 1 o'clock that afternoon Mrs. Nelson said: “Alma, you had bet- ter go and lie down awhile.” So Alma lay down and was soon fast asleep. At a signal from Mrs. Nelson the children trooped noiselessly from a neighbor’s, where they had gathered, and soon the room adjoining Alma’s was filled with gay lads and lassies, all bearing sweet spring flowers which they arranged around the room and then sat down to wait for Alma to awake. At last she opened her eyes, then closed them again, thinking that the flower-filled room with its gay oc- cupants was only a dream. Then Viva Leland, Alma’s most inti- mate friend, came and took her hand and led her into the room, where the shout of “surprise! surprise! surprise!” met her on all sides. Half dazed, she looked from one to another, then broke into a gay laugh in which they all joined. The afternoon passed quickly and pleasantly, and at 6 o’clock they were called to the dining room for supper. And such a supper! They were seated in couples around the table, Alma and Ray Thornton, her fa- vorite chum, presiding at the head. After supper Alma’s father told them stories; and later they returned. to their homes, leaving the flowers for their convalescent playmate, and with them many wishes for a speedy return to health. ATRIOTIC A na ic By CANDICE A. BRAMBL A Juvenile Story for Memorial Day. There was a regular houseful of Dawsons in the little, low, red house which stood all by itself on the edge of the village; there were six children who called the little house their home, and six noisier, happier, heartier chil- dren were never known. There were the twins, Fred and Frank, who head- ed the list, and then there were Grace and Nellie and Harry, and last of all came Minnie, the baby, the tiniest and noisiest of them all. There were great plans afoot today in the curly heads of the merry crowd. Tomorrow would be Decoration Day, and were not the four oldest of the young Dawsons to march in the long Procession of school children and carry garlands and bouquets of flowers to strew on the graves of our soldier heroes? There were the flowers to hunt in the woods, for the Dawson flower garden showed only two flaming red and yellow tulips and a few fra- grant lilacs as its offering to the chil- dren. But that fact troubled them not at all; they were only too glad of an excuse for spending a long, delightful day in the woods. There would be the garlands to make and bouquets to ar- range and “pieces” to rehearse and a thousand and one other things to do; so it was no wonder that all the little Dawsons were up and flying around as busy as bees at an exceedingly early hour. Even the baby was interested, and toddled around tipping over every- thing she could and getting into everyone’s way. So much hustle and bustle made them a little bit cross, perhaps, and so {t turned out that there was a slight disagreement between Grace and Nel- Me and the twins early in the morn- ing, and as each side added fuel to the flames, in the shape of sharp words and angry frowns, by the time they were ready to start for the woods the quarrel had grown to be something serious. The boys had been very pro- | voking, and the girls were so angry with them that they decided to take the lunch basket and hurry away when the boys were not looking, and thus take revenge upon them for all the mean things they had said and done that morning. Their plan worked to perfection and they got safely away without being seen by anyone; but, someway, they did not look very happy in their triumph, as_ they trudged silently along. They walked quite slowly as soon as they once were out of sight of the house, instead of skipping gaily along, as. they always did upon such happy occasions. At last Grace stopped suddenly and said: “Nellie,.I don’t feel good one bit. I guess we'd better go back. I don’t care if the boys were mean, we ought not to be mean, too, and ’tis awful mean to run away like this, The lunch is as much theirs as ours, and it’s most as bad as stealing for us to take it all. Come on. I’m going back.” And away she went on a run, with Nellie following as fast as she could at her heels. The boys had not missed them yet, and so they knew nothing of the girls’ intended treachery. They seemed to have recovered their usual good- humor; and it was a very merry little party that started a few moments later for the woods. What good times they did have that day! What treasures of woodland wealth they found! How good the lunch did taste, and what fun it was to eat it out there under the green trees all alone. Yes, it was a long, glad, beautiful day. They en- joyed every moment of it, and stayed just as long as they dared. But at last they decided that they must start for home, for there were the flowers to ar- range yet, and there would be but little time to spare if they noped to finish their tasks that night. It was even later than they aad thought, they found, when they came to the edge of the woods and saw how low the sun had sunk. So they hurried along as fast as they could. When they came to the fallen tree upon which they had crossed the noisy little creek in the morning, pernaps they were a little careless, and when it came Nellie’s turn she slipped, and, with a little frightened cry, down she went into the water. The creek was high with the spring rains, and the water was over Nellie’s oead; so it was no wonder that it was a frightened, as well as a shivering little girl that Frank drag- ged out upon the bank, a moment later. “Oh—oh, dear!” she cried; “I am so wet and cold, and all my flowers are lost,” and she pointed a trembling fin- ger at the basket which held all her pretty blossoms and was sailing gaily away with them to some unknown port. “Never mind,” said Frank, cheerily, “I'll get it for you. I can’t get any wetter than I am now,” and in he plunged again, and in a twinkling the flowers were rescued, and they were on their way home; but Nellie’s wet clothes were very uncomfortable, and her teeth fairly \chattered before she had taken many steps. Suddenly Fred stopped and said: “Here, sis; why didn’t I think be- fore? You take my coat, and then Frank and I will take hold of your hands and run, and we'll be home in a jiffy. There, that’s right—one, two, three, and away we go.” A few hours later, Nellie and Grace, who had returned before the others, were sitting alone, finishing the last of the garionds, when Nellie said, sud- denly: “Oh, Grace, how glad I am that we dian’t run away from the boys this morning. I am sure I would save been drowned, if we had,” and sae shivered again at the thought of her icy bath. “Yes, I am glad, too,” returned Grace. “Ant, Nellie, I was glad all day. I am sure we had a much nicer time than we would if we had gone alone, and we would have felt so mean if we had taken the boys’ lunch away from them.” “Yes, so we would. And, Grace, do you know, after this when the boys are “ALL MY FLOWERS ARE LOST.” cross, I don’t mean to take any notice ard see what effect that will have upon their tempers.” This plan Grace and Nellie carried out and it worked so well wat har- mony has reigned in the little red house ever since. Only in a world of sincere men is unity possible, and there, in the long run, it is as good as certain—Carlyle. Scholars are frequently to be met with who are ignorant of nothing sav- ing their own ignorance.—Zimmerman. A loss of $2,000 was sustained by the burning of David Ralston’s home near Wabash. [nsurance, $800, She Forgot Her English. ‘A young Russian woman, who has only been for a few months in this country, is an intrepid speaker of Eng- lish, and is constantly telling her friends that she has mastered the lan- guage in this short space of time with- out any difficulty whatever. The other afternoon; when she called on a Balti- more girl, she was shown at once to the boudoir of her hostess, and found that young woman in charming neglige costume, “I hope you will pardon my desha- pbille,” the American girl said. “I have just come in.” “No, indeed, certainly not,” the Rus- sian maid replied,..vivaciously, in her pretty accent, “I would not do so, no, no.” Then there was an embarrassed pause, and the American girl had just commenced, im a constrained voice, to talk of the weather and the Easter frocks, when there were signs of wild excitement from the Russian. “The answer was ‘yes,’” she ex- claimed. “I have it all wrong. I have my English forgotten. The answer was most certainly ‘yes.’"’ And then the conversation ran on smoother lines.—Baltimore News. A FAMOUS OLD HOUSE. The house of Walter Baker & Co., whose manufactures of cocoa and choc- olate keve become familiar in the inouth as household words, was estab- lished one hundred and twenty-one years ago (1780) on the Neponset river in the old town of Dorsetshire, a sub- urb of Boston. From the little wooden mill, “by the rude bridge that arched the flood,” where the enterprise was first started, there has grown up the largest industrial establishment of the kind in the world. It might be said that, while other manufacturers come and go, Walter Baker & Co. go on for- ever. What is the secret of their great suc- cess? It is a very simple one. They have won and held the confidence of the great and constantly increasing body of consumers by always maintaining the highest standard in the quality of their cocoa and chocolate preparations, and selling them at the lowest price for which unadulterated articles of good quality can be put upon the market. They welcome honest competition; but trey feel justified in denouncing in the strongest terms the fraudulent methods by which inferior preparations are palmed off on customers who ask for and suppose they are getting the genu- ine articles. The best grocers refuse to handle such goods, not alone for the reason that, in the long run, it doesn’t pay to do it, but because their sense of fair dealing will not permit them to aid in the sale of goods that defraud their customers and injure honest manufac- turers. Every package of the goods made by the Walter Baker Company bears the well-known trade mark ‘‘La Belle Choc- olatiere,” and their place of manufac- ture, “Dorchester, Mass.” Housekeep- ers are advised to examine their pur- chases, and make sure that other goods have not been substituted. An attractive little book of “Choice Recipes” will be mailed free to any housekeeper who sends her name and address to Walter Baker & Co., Ltd., 153 State Street, Boston, Mass. Marksman Was After Prizes. From Aiken county comes a story ot Center Hitchcock and George Pollock, who is one of the crack piegeon shots of this country. At a recent shoot a spent shot from Mr. Pollock’s gun found a lodging against Mr. Hitchcock's leg. It did not break the skin, but he limped painfully over to Mr. Pollock and up- braided him as follows: «+ “George, did you know that you had shot me?” 4 “No; I didn’t know it.” “Well, I just thought you'd like to know it.” “Why should I want to know it? It doesn’t interest me at all. Why, if I } had killed you I wouldn’t have won the prize.”—New ork Worly. “Ben Hur’s” Close Squeak. Suceess with a book is something like having lightning strike you. Up in Mackinac last summer Gen. Wallace told me how narrowly “Ben Hur’ es- caped publication. It was examined by two of Harper’s readers, who reported rather adversely on it, thinking it would not be a good seller. Finally Mrs. Harper, a lady of strong religious tend- encies, read it, and advised her husband to risk the expense of printing the book. Then there was “Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde,” which ran a somewhat sim- {lar gantlet and was almost rejected.— Booth Tarkington, in Washington In- terview. Remedy That Worked. Of course the other Ostrich knew pre- cisely what would knock that cold. “It's all caused by indigestion, old bird,” said he. “I know just how it is! Suffered everything myself until I ran across Pepsicated Tabloids, and went to taking them regularly! Now I can eat a horseshoe Newburg just before going to roost, and get up in the morn- ing bright as a button. Fact!""—Detroit Journal. Reformation. “What's become of that friend of yours who used to write poetry?” “Do you mean Giddings?” “Yes.” “O, he’s reformed.” “How so?” “He has stopped writing poetry, and now is general manager of a peanut stand.”—Detroit Free Press. PATENTS, List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. William Conner, Minneapolis, Minn., coin-controlled newspaper-delivering machine; Daniel T. Denton, Lakeview, Minn., harvester; James Farrell, Tros- ky, Minn., wire-winding apparatus; Lewis H. Kroke, Dwight, N. D., mon- key wrench; Alice Seashols, Minneapo- lis, Minn., soap-holder. Lothrop & Johnson, Patents attorneys, 911 & 912 Pioneer Press Bide.. St. Paul, Minn. Not Too Pure. “I suppose,” the advertising manager of the Daity Howler said, “you would prefer a position next to pure reading matter?” ‘ “Oh, no,” replied the advertiser. “As I cater to the swell trade, a position next to some society scandal or divorce story would suit me best.’—Catholic Standard. . Raymond had just been over to the hall with his basket of flowers, mostly, from. the woods and fields. Decoration day always found him on hand; and although his contribution was simple, he was glad to be able to do even a little toward furnishing material for this touching memorial service. Raymond was the grandson of a vet- eran of the civil war, and this year he wanted to do something more than usual, to let the old friends of the grandfather whom he had _ never known understand his loyalty, both ta! his grandfather's memory and _ the country that he had died for. Suddenly he remembered an old tat- tered flag that stood in a corner in the attic, and beside it a musket, rusty and time-stained. Then he looked at Rover. “Can you do it, Rover?” Raymond’s eyes asked the question. The soft brown eyes of the dog answered, “Try me.” “All right, Rover, I will.” Rover's tail ceased its impatient tat- too upon the floor, and with a yelp of delight he followed his master up the attic stairs. Half an hour later the boy and the dog sat side by side upon the door-step. The ‘boy held a. flat piece of wood in one hand, and his jack-knife in the other. Occasionally he lifted a faded flag, and slipped the end of the worn stick through a hole which he was whittling in the new piece of wood. At last he sprang to his feet, say- ing, “All ready now, Rover! mouth?” Rovers’ eyes said, “Of course J ean!” as his tail gave three excited thumps. Good, faithful Rover! Ray- mond knew that he could be depend- ed upon to be his color-bearer. Now ‘WITH BARE HEADS AND SOLEMN LITTLE BROWN FACES.” for his own part in the program. The sound of approaching footsteps and .ie beat of a drum floated up to the spot where the boy and the dog were making ready to honor their country’s fallen heroes. From a window of the cottage a pair of tear-dimmed eyes watched the strange preparations. Raymond hastily donned an old sol- dier.cap, and shouldered the rusty gun. ase hoped that he looked lixe a sol- dier. Rover’s admiring eyes assured him that he did. “Now, Rover,” said Raymond, pat- ting the dog’s head, “I’m going to let you hold the flag.” Rover never was happier than when he could carry a bundle; but this was such an unexpected privilege that for a second or two the flagstaff veered like a weather-vane with each delight- ed thump of his stub of a tail. Then, seeing his master’s motionless attitude, Rover took pattern; and as the little company of veterans drew near, the color-bearer and his master attracted instant attention. Every man in Company C loved Ray- mand; loved him for his own sake, for he was a bright and lovable boy, and also for the sake of the brave com- rade who had marched with them through many a weary campaign, and at last had given his life for his coun- try. ‘ "There was a quick order from the front, and instantly every man lifted his hat, and the band struck up the “Star-Spangled Banner;” and Ray- mond, with his faithful dog, beside him, and his grandfather’s tattered flag waving in the breeze, was the hero of the day.—Helen M. Richardson. Thousands of Unknown Dead. One of the largest national cemeter- ies in this country is located at Salis- bury, N. C. There are 11,000 unknown dead in the cemetery, which is kept in splendid repair by the government. The society hand. ke isn’t exact- do?” ' Do you; think you can hold that in your| Miss Rose Cullen, President Young Woman’s Club, writes from 921 Galena street, as follows: «Peruna has many friends in Butte. I cannot say too much in praise of it. exhausted from over-study. — 4 MISS ROSE CULLEN, OF BUTTE, MONT. A GIFTED AND BEAUTIFUL GIRL Threatened With Nervous Prostration, OMPTLY SAVED BY PE-RU-NA. = of Butte, Mont., While finishing school I became very nervous and i was weak and sick, and could neither eat, sleep nor enjoy life. A couple of bottles of Peruna put new life in me. on keeps me in fine health. I find that having it in the house and taking a dose off and “A large number of my friends place Peruna at the head of all medicines.”’---Miss Rose Cullen. Bow Pas Sor Sate nares M®s: G. W. HEARD, Hempstead, Texas, writes: “We have moved recentl¥, and I Must have lifted something that was too heavy for me. in straightening things up, for I had such a backache and could hardly stand on my feet at all. Beside, I was so tired all the time. My face was spotted and I was very thin. I took one bottle of Pe- Tuna and was soon real well. When I feel tired and all run down I take Peruna and feel all right before I fin- ish one bottle. I know it ts a won- derful medicine, and both myself and husband praise Peruna, “There has been a great deal of sickness through this part of the coun- try, but, thanks to Peruna, which we use freely, our own family has escaped with almost no sickness at all. “Could you but see our baby Ruby, (to whom we gave Peruna for bowel trouble), you would see from her ro- bust looks that you need no better ad- vertisement in this little town. She is so fat and rosy, is nearly five years old now, and is a great believer in Pe- ‘runa.”—Mrs. G, W. Heard. Given Up to Die—All Doctors Failed—It Proved to be Catarrh of Stomach and Was Cured by Peruna. 'W. A. Mitchell, dealer in general merchandise, of Martin, Ga. writes: “I wrote you some time ago con- cerning my wife’s case, She had tried all of the best doctors, and we got to where we thought all they did was against her. She weighed about 190 pounds when she was in good health. When she commenced with our family physician in April, 1898, she weighed about 130, but kept going down all the time. She went to Atlanta, Ga, and took treatment, but it did her no good. Then she went to Harmony Grove, Ga., and took treatment from the best phy- sician there for three months. She kept going down under his treatment, although he was considered the best physician in the county. She went down from 130 pounds to 68, and we saw she could not live long. She was a skeleton. We consulted an old phy- sician who told her to use Peruna. She gradually improved and got stronger. She has gained 38 pounds since she has taken Peruna, and is gaining ev- ery day, and does her own housework. “She was well known when she was so low, and now everybody wants to know what cured her. She had indiges- tion and catarrh of the stomach. It is as good for children as for grown peo- ple. We haven’t had to have a doctor for one of our children since 1898.”— W. A. Mitchell. If you do not derive prompt and sat- isfactory results from the use of Peru- na, write at once to Dr. Hartman, giv- ing a full statement of your case and he will be pleased to give you his val- uable advice gratis. Address Dr. Hartman, President of The Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, O, A BEAUTIFUL PUBLICATION, To the Grand Trunk must be given the palm and the credit for being first in the field with a handsome new pub- lication dealing with the great attrac- tcons of the Pan-American exposition at Buffalo, which opened on the Ist day of May for 4 continuance of six months. 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