The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 19, 1896, Page 24

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, J ANUARY 19, 1896 ON'T you think it adds much to the joy and interest of life to pay a little attention to the senti- of things? Ido. Ithinkit es our days with roseate t a little sentimental. hd particularly just and stones for the now your birth- likewise the its sentiment. ht how pleasant it hed on the chil- the stones and ear. 1uary is the pure, £ CALI month of the ets the red-breast ear and dark, ned by his song, TWAMBLY, rnet is the precious month of the vear, and ttle verse will enlighten aning: 1 How Denise and Toodles Became Ac- quainted. ago (so many that the writ- r, when told how many a, are you a hundrea years ived in a pretty town on 1¢ Hudson River, not many New York, a little girl named— thé sentiment of which | were the admiration of all who saw them. l He was named Tan because of the color | of his hair, which was a bright tan and shone like satin when well brushed by | Timothy, the coachman. So the prospect | of & new harness and carriage for Tan was | | quite enough to set Denise’s heart danc- | ing. | _ Atlast the stable was reached, and the | first thing her eyes fell upon s a beauti- | | ful little phaeton with bright yellow | | wheels, and & shining top that could Iye{ | | raised and lowered, ‘‘just like big fol ‘ In the bottom, for her feet to rest upon, was a little yellow Angora-wool rug, to| match the color of the wheels. On the | seat was a soft, white wool blanket, bound { with yellow silk, and in one corner was fastened a big blanket-pin that was tainly intended to pin that blanket s und somet throat. Over the ng dashboard was folded a handsome | be, made of leopard’s skin, and ed all round the edges with wildcat’s | fur. The leopard’s head looked very fierce as | it stared at Denise with big glass eyes, but I hardly think that a live leopard would have made much impression upon her, so speechl and dumb this fascinating sight ad turned her. But when she went closer and took out the exquisite little whip | which stood in the whip-socket, and read | her own initials on the gold band which | held the dainty ivory handle to the snake- | wood stick, her joy began to pour forth in | a torrent of words which quite drowned the remark of old Timothy, who stood by, | enjoying it as if the whole thing had been vlanned for one of his own little Timothys | at home. “Whist, darlint! while I roon and fetch | up the little hoorse that fits insoide,” | he, as he disappeared through a side doo: Presently Denise’s ears heard a patter, pat- | settled the matter beyond | exclaiming as he maj | 1 to clane sooch a schrap of a thing as | neigh the queer, piping whistle by which she seems to love me already I'm going to show her how much I can love her.” Then Timothy produced the harness that fitted the *little hoorse” which “‘fitted insoide,” and the pony was harnessed to the phaeton that had been made to his measure. No words can express the rapture of that drive. To hold the pretty reins and feel the prompt response given by the well- trained little animal; to watch his pranks and anties as he dashed along, apparently trying to show how graceful he could be in order to convince his new mistress that he left nothing to be désired—it really seemed too good to be true, and Denise feared it might all be a dream from which she would waken ana find that pony and all had vanished. Tne little fect fairly flew over the ground, and the drive home was quite the shortest she had ever known. 2 Mamma stood on the piazza, watching for the surprise to come, and when she saw the handsome pony and the carriage with her husband and her own little daughter itting in it come dashing up the driveway, s as much pleased as mothers usu- re when they know that their little girls’ dearest wislies are realized. The entire household had to be sum- moned to see and admire this pony, which was surely more wonderful than any pony that had ever lived; and the charming little fellow alked to and caressed and petted and fed with apples and sugar until he was in a very fair way to be made ill. “And now, aid Denise, ‘“‘what shall we name him, mamma?"’ ““You must name him yourself, darling,” | answered mamma, “for he is all your very own, to love and care for."” | “Well,” said Denise, in a tone which | all question. | ‘I'm going to call him ‘Ned Toodles’; Ned | because he is as black as old darky Ned | who comes for the ashes, and Toodies be- | cause he is so little and round arnd roly- po! S Ned Toodles” was the name given to the dear little pony, who thenceforth fizured very conspicuously in the life and pranks of his mistress, and caused no end of jealousy among the other pets. At last Denise was persuaded to let Ned be led away to his new quarters, Timothy | hed off with his | Faith! howiver am | small charge in tow: this? I'll have to be box to sthand him on!” And sure enough, that was exactly what he had to do, and it took but a short time for the intelligent little animal to learn | just what the box was for. As soon as his tall door was opened he would march out, get upon the box, stand very still while | he was curried, and then lift first one foot | and then the other to bave it cleaned and washed. Nothing gave Timothy ereater satisfac- tion than to brush the beautiful cout until it shone like moleskin, and to comb the silky mane and tail until each particular hair seemed to stand out for very pride. Ned soon grew to love his littie mistress dearly, and to answer with a loud hoontin’ up a big g | she always called him. No pen can describe the delightful drives of the charming autumn days. Jack Frost seemed particularly gracious that year, and painted the trees more gorgeously than ever before. At least it seemed so to Denise; but perhaps seeing it all from her littie car- riage as she drove along in the golden sunshine singing to Ned the little song of which he never seemed to tire gave an added charm to everything. This song was all about a “poor little robin” whose name was “Toodle-de-too,” and Ned seemed to think that it had been composed especially for him, and would invariably go very slowly as soon as Denise began to sing it, and would turn back one “TAN”AND DENISE. well, we will call her Denise. That was | ter! patter, patter! Looking behind her real name, but some one who is | she beheld the dearest, darlingest little closely related to her now bears t, | POnY that any one ever saw! He was black so we will give it to ner. he haa neither brother nor sister and nes a little bit lonely, even 1 she had no end of pets, including , kittens, rabbits, birds and a beauti- red “Tan’’ to drive about ittle carriage. Tan loved her dearly, n not harnessed to his carriage w her about like her big Ne: “*Sailor.” 0 matter , the goat “was sure to il people used to laugh and say, me Tan and Denise,” instead of and Tan.” 1 joved her pets as dearly as to have a dear little pony to e, and—last, but by no means least—to love, for her fondness for horses amounted to a passion, and with them she was absolutely fearless. They, in turn, seemed to love and comprehend her to a wonderful degree, responding to her voice and submitting to her caresses when they were often fractious and quite unruly with others. So it seemed a very gratifying ending to | the long-cherished ~wish, when, on her | tenth birthday, one bright October morn- ing, ber father'said to her: “Many happy Run to ber to dress you for a I've prise at the end of it, for h you and her.” returns of the day, my pet! mamma and ask ey ght 1 st!” I've another, you don't like i to just run away, as vyou've d s n all the surprises “No, de thing, an it it. “Now, whatever can it be?” thought Denise us she hurried upstairs, and, burst- ing into memma’s room, cried, *Oh, mamma, dress me quickly, vlease; for papa has a walk at the end of a surprise— and you're not to know a thing about it, eithe: ver were curls made tidy so quickly, or clothes scrabbled on in_such a hurry. Before papa bad time to find hat, gloves, or cane,a very excited little girl stood before him cry “If you donm’t start quickly, I just know my Head will fly off like a bottle of soda-water that's all fizz!” About thirty minutes’ walk along the shore of the beautiful river, whose waters seeme to dance and sparkle in sympathy with Denise as she pranced and skipped along, brought them to the village, where papa turned down a side street which led to a livery and bpoarding stable. Denise’s heart began to beat so loudly that she felt sure it could be heard, and her brown eyes 10 sparkle as though some one had dropped a little aiamond into each. “Oh, me!” she whispered to herself. “I just know it’s a new carriage and set of harness for Tan; and papa has asked Mr. It's a little you may tell no place for Andrews to get it for me, because he heard | me say that the old ones were getting very shabby for such a handsome goat.’’ Tan, by the way, was an unusually large specimen of his kind, measuring quite thirty-two inches at the shoulders, and boasting a head and pair of hornsthat , but the dream and desire | | as a crow from the tip of his sauc | nose to the end of the long silky tail that | dragged on the ground behind him, except- | ing one little white moon just back of his | right eye, which seemed to have been put there on purpose to kiss, it was soft and | round. i For a moment Denise did not move nor speak, and then, with a cry of delight which amply repaid her father for hislong weeks of searching and planning for his | perfect little turnout, she flung her arms | around the pony’s neck and langned and ; cried and kissed, until the g»ool' little fellow was quite bewildered, and did not know whether his new m ss was one to be de- sired or avoided. Presently, however, he decided that it was all right, and,with a happy little neigh, he thrust his soft nose into her hands, pressed his face close to hers, searched her pockets for sugar and tried to say as plainly as a horse could : “Thkisis my new little mistress, and as lack { trot on again. little | ear, as though to hear better. ‘When the song ended he would give a funny little jump of approval, and then | " And so the happy autumn days sped by, | and Denise felt that tiere never had been | so happy an introduction before as that | which made her acquainted with Ned | Toodles. | Gasziente E. Jacksow in 8t. Nicholas. Fairy Bells. Tinkle, tinkle. fairy bells, What sweet tales your music tells. List, ye children, pure and bright, Tinkle, tinkle, il the night. Wondrous tales at dewy eve, Shady nooks in leafy dells— This is what your music tells; Tinkle, tinkle, fairy bell A Mouse Story. One bright moonlight night Mrs. Burns | said to her two little boys, “Come, boys, | get your greatcoats and warm caps on and you and I will go down to the Point and see the moenlight on the water.” youngsters as they rushed to the maid and were hurried into their coats. They were so delighted to think they were going to have a walk with their Hear mamma, and they did so love to see the lizht of the moon shimmering over the water—and then the wonderful phosphorescent lights, which were so strange and mysterious, in- terested them still more. ~When they came, all ready, to their mother’s room they found she had put on her large soft black straw hat, which was_trimmed with delicate pink roses and lined with soft silk. The little poys liked her to wear that hat and always called her their “‘picture mamma’ when she had it on. After Wrapping a warm shawl around her shoulders they were ready to start, Just 2s they were going to open the door something stuck mamma’s head. She thought one of her hatpins was out of place, so she putup her hand and rear- ranged it. Again something pulled her hair and scratched her head; again she | tried to get the pins in properly. Now they could surely start, so they opened the door and were just going to step out when those naughty pins pulled mamma’s ha‘r once more, so hard this time that she took out both pins and gently lifted her hat from her head, when, what do you sup- | pose ran down the side of her head, across her ear, down, down to the floor, as fast as its little legs could carry it? Why, a tiny gray mouse. How the little boys did laugh, and how their mother did scream ! “How did it get there, mamma, and what was it doing? Did it hurf you much? Did its tiny feet tickle your ear?” were a few of the questions which Mrs, Burns had to answer. _After examining her hat she told the little fellows that Mrs. Mouse had been looking around for a soft nest in which to keep her baby mice, and finding that her hat, which had been hanging up in a dark closet for four or five days, had such a soft lining she decided to turn it into a dainty bed for the precious little ones, and probably when mamma had taken the hat down and placed it on her head the little mouse had either been asleep or too fright- ened to move, gaining courage only through desperation when she found her- self an actual prisoner. Well, after all this excitement, it was quite late, but as the night was still so clear and bright, the little boys had their walk, and stood for some time on the point watching the beautiful moon sailing so slowly through the sky, and its reflection in the waters of the bay at their feet. out all the saucy kids, they moved again to a house with a yard where I haveto play all alone. “It's a pity of a feller anyhow.” Stories for Little Folks. “Uncle: Jerry’s Platform,” and other stories, by Gillie Carey, make up a pretty little volume for children. “UncleJerry’s Platform’’ is a plantation story, told in negro dialect. Jerry dread effects of intemperance in his mas- ter’s bousehold, and signalizes his enfran- chisement by declaring for ‘the “dry | ticket.”” The other contents are “Pop,” the tale of a colored boy’s noble life- sacrifice, and “A Daughter of the Revolu- tion,” a story of love and valor in Vir- ginia during the eventful year of 178L | The book would make an excellent holi- | day or birthday gift for a young boy or | girl. [Boston: Arena Publishing Com- | pany.] The Rock-a-By Lady. The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing: comes creeping: ‘The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, And each hath & dream that is tiny and fleet— She Lringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, When she findeth you sleeping! There is one little dream of a beautiful dram— *Rub-a-dub?” it goeth; There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come Ot popguns that bang and tin tops that hum, And a trumpet that bloweth ! And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams ‘With laughter and singing And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with thelr own misty gleams, And up, up and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging! ‘Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fle=t? ‘They’ll come t u s'eeping; that are weary, my sweet, Lady from Hushaby street, hang from her head to her feet. : comes creeplng. Live Songs of Childhood. | ling EuGENE FIELD - Bright Sayings. The other merning Donald was told to button his shoes. After thinkingz for a litile he answered: “Mamma, it does not agree with my system to button shoes.”’ A little boy abou ears old was play- { ing beside his papa in the sitting-room while his mamma was engaged in some househoid duty upstairs. Suddenly the little boy leit his papa’s side, and, going to | has witnessed the ! Dr. David Starr Jordan of Stanford Uni- versity bas been varying his scientitic studies of the origin of species lately by experiments with monkeys with a view to missing link. He has several pets of the which, by reason of its display.of intelli- gence, has become his especial favorite. The doctor hus also a large St. Bernard dog, which he keepsabout his home. The and hence Dr. Jordan often ties his pets protected and not get lost. The St. Ber- nard has one pleasure which he greatly shedding light upon the problem of the | monkey tribe and among them is one | monkey and the dog get on well together | together in order that the former may be ! DAVID STARR JORDAN'S MISSING LINK, Ao 1108 years. He was freed from slavery in | Virzinia and went to Ohio before the war. | His ghost stories were celebrated, and na | trotted nalf of grawn-up Massillion upon his knee. He had a formula for cooking possum, an important feature of which was the mystic gibberish he uttered over as the boiling mass, that was almost famous as his ent for spectral stori | Though penniless and childless, he will be sincerely mourned. — Chicago Times- | Herald. ———————— May Be It’s True. The Grand Duke Alexis was at Kiel. He is a full Russian admiral now, and the head of the Russian navy He was a fre- | quent visitor to the Americans, and, like ‘THE LITTLE FEET FAIRLY FLEW O HOME WAS THE SHORTEST VER THE GROUND, AND THE DRIVE SHE HAD EVER KNOWN.” Although awed by the grandeur and sub- limity of the scene, every once in a while they would have to give vent to a peal of laughter, as they thoughtof the funny | little Mrs. Mouse, who, in mamma’s hat, did build her tiny house. DONALD SERIES NO. XIL For Tixny Boy Donald lived in a country town where he had beautiful grounds in which to play. He had so much fun digging worms for his chickens, pulling up weeds in his little garden, picking violets for his mother, and oh, lots of other things. He had some rabbits in a hutch which were a constant source of pleasure and of trouble too, when he forgot to feed them. Then there was Paul Pry, the pussy, and Rags, the doggy. Donald and these two passed many a merry hour in racing up and down the broad carriage way or in lying on the soft grass under the leafy fig | trees, But there came a day when the whole family moved to a big city, into a flat without any yard at all, ana what & mis- erable little Donald lived in that flat. By and by he commenced to droop and get pale, then the doctor said he must go out on the sidewalk and play with the other little boys. So pretty soon there was again a hungry, bright, happy-faced urchin in the house, full of funny stories about Robbie and Joey, Willie and dear little black-eyed Georgie, and all the rest of the fellows he played with. Alas! alas! After a year of so many vlaymates and so much fun, Donald’s napa moved to a house with a large yard, and the poor yonng chap hasno one to play with only just “Ras.” He thinks he has a hard time, and says: “I think my folks act rather queer about me. When I was used to large grounds, they moved to a house without any yard atall. Then when I enjoyed playing on the sidewalk so much, and had such lots “Oh! : goody, goody,” shouted the of fun with my friends, and could knock DONALD THINKS HE HAS A HARD TIME. [Sketched by a “Cali” artist.] [ the foot of the stairs in the hall, called “Papa, papa.” “What's the matter, little man? here's papa,”’ answered his father from the sit- | ting-room. But the baby boy paid no attention and kept on calling up the stairs. Finally, be- coming angry at his papa’s answering each call, he rushed to his side and, stamp- ing his little foot, exclaimed, “I'm not calling you; I'm calling Mrs. Papa.” Question-Box. Here are some questions in history which 1should like'some bright girl or boy to answer: What three celebrated men having much to do with the history of our Union were born in January ? ‘What important event in the history of California occurred in January ? What is the name of January’s morning star? What is the name of January’s evening star? On what day in January is Mercury the brightest? The month of January received its name from the Roman mythological god, Janus, who was believed by the Romans to be the porter of heaven and the ovener of the year. Because every door looks in two directions Janus was supposed to have two heads. GREAT BRITAIN ON THE LAKES. The Agreement Faithfully Kept by the United States. Seventy-eight years ago this country and Great Britain made an agreement limiting the naval force each of them should main- | tain in the great lakes. That agreement, | which has been kept faithfully by the United States, has been violated grossly in spirit by the Dominion authorities. For instance, Canada has three vessels which are actually gunboats, but which nominally belong to the Canadian Fish Commission, and in times of peace are used to overhaul American vessels snspected of fishing in Canadian waters. They are steel vessels with ram bows, and are equipped with modern six-pounder high-power guns. These vessels, which have crewsdrilled in the use of guns, are much of the time in Georgian Bay. They are kept there so that ip the event of hostilities they could command Lakes Huron, Michigan and Superior without having to pass any fort which might be constructed on the Detroit River. 1f war were to break out these naval vessels would be in Lake Michigan within forty-eight hours, and would proceed to shell or put to ransom every city on i These ships have guns which can throw shells three or four miles. Chicago has no guns. The city would be given the option of heing burned down and having the water cribs destroyed or of paying a ran- som of thirty or forty millions. 'fhe citi- zens would choose the latter, and thus help the Canadians defray their military expenses. For a long time,. too, the Dominion Government has made arrangements for the conversion of the large fleet of Canadian iron and steel steam freight boats into war vessels. They are constructed with portholes and made with decks strong enough to bear the weight of gun platforms and guns. These platiorms and guns are all in readiness, and it would take a very short time to put these propellers in readiness to make raids on American ports. The Canadians have accumulated great quantities of ammu- nition and guns, and have men who are skilled in the use of the latter. . All this has been going on for years and this Government has been apathetic and hopelessly remiss. The result is that the lake coasts and cities are utterly defense- less, while the Canadian ones ‘are safe. There must be a sudden change of policy, Congress must aggroprilbe at once for guns, which must be stored at convenient points.. It must build “‘fishboats” to look after Canadian poachers. American pro- peliers must be modified and sirengthened so that they can be used for offensive and defepsive purposes.~Chicago Tripune, THE MONKEY ON HIS WAY TO enjoys and that is to follow the family car- riage to the railway station. ‘Well, last Sunday afternoon the coach- man started off with the carriage to the station. The two pets were tied together as usual, but the dog, in his eagerness to foliow, forgot the fact and bounded after the carriage, dragging the poor monkey behind him down the dusty road at a rate of speed which threw him off his feet and rolled him over and over in the Gust inthe most ridiculous way. At last one of the students saw the monkey’s plight and, stopping the dog, ran off for Dr. Jordan and brought him to the scene. Ubp to this time the genial doctor and the monkey had been on the best of terms, But now the bedraggled ape regarded him as the author ot his misfortunes, and would {not look at him, or follow him, lor allow himself to be taken home. Dr. Jordan was nonplused to know | what to do with his monkey, until one of | all other notables, talked with the utmost frankness to our officers. | One day, watching the Columbia as she rode the waves ligotly and with the easy grace of a blue-wing teal, the Grand Duke said to a captain: “I'm giad you Americans are rebuilding your fleet. Do vou know what most impressed me when I visited your country? Letme tell you, The first thing was your wonderful Na- tional wealth; the second, the absolt inadequate means vour dispos: ational defense. You were like a irunken man with pockets full of money nd two or three hunzry ruffians on the dark side of the street waiting a chance to attack him.” “Why, do you mean to say—'" began the somewhat siartled captain, when the Russian put his_ hand on the other arm and said : e in my career [ have heard the project of capturing one or two of your great cities and holding the! for | ransom deliberately discussed by o THE MONKEY ON HIS WAY HOME, the coilege boys happened along on his bicycle, and sceing the doctor’s dilemma, offered to let the moukey ride home on his wheel. As soon as the monkey was made to comprehend the idea of a bicycle ride he became mollified at once and perched upon the seat, where he sat in and the student wheeled him home. Dr. Jordan is said to be of the opinion from the incident that a valuable contri- bution has been added to the cause of science, and that the problem of the miss- ing link has been advanced several stages toward solution. THE AFRICAN PARROT. Some Idiosyncrasies of & Favorite Bird. Our parrot was the present of a kind { friend in the summer of 1877, having been | brought from Africa only a few months previously. Her plumage is the same in color as were her predecessors, She was, when she first came. evidently a young bird, and has grown since we have had her. In spite of her eighteen years there is no climbs and whistles with all the vigor of youth, and though perhaps smaller in than the other two birds, is quite as noi In many ways she is, however, different from them, being, for instance, much more shy in the presence of strangers, before whom she will very rarely talk at all, and is more curious in her habits, taking great to others. _She has an unpleasant habit of scme- times wishing visitors good-by when she she cannot get what she wants, gives | angry whacks and double knocks upon the tin floor of her cage. Nothing appears to delight her more than mischief. She posi- tively revels in it, and to get hold of any- thing she ought not to have is unmixed joy. Evidently the bird has been at some time very cruelly treated. For many months she was terrified at the sight of a man or boy, and for yearsa brocmstick Was an object of horror to her. Since get- ting over this fear she has shown a decided liking for the sweep and the coalman, and the latter has left the house with the bird wishing him pleasantly good-by and af- fectionately requesting him to kiss her, which gives rise to the question whether she may have had in her African pasta kind negro friend. Any one who has ever had opportunities of studying the parrot tribe must have been struck with their extraordinary gift of memory, so long ago observed by Plutarch.—Chambers’ Journal. ———————— A Great Possum Huuter Dead. Steven Ross, the greatest possum hunter in Ohio, was buried in Massillon on Friday afternoon, after having lived to the age of great state and hizh glee while the doctor | sizn of age about her; she sings, dances, | fancies to some people and decided dislikes | does aot approve of them. She also, if| ]of European fleets whose countries had hard work to make both ends meet. And they meant it, too. I once made | a sensation when, after listening to a con- versation of this kind, in which the officers of four different fleets took vart, I said; | ‘Gentlemen, the United States and Russia are friends. Should she be unjustly at- | tacked Russia would help to see that the | wrong was righted.” Ah, I can’t tell you where or who it_was. Come over to the Kurik (the Russian flagship) and have a glass of wine.””—Washington Post. - An expert bricklayer in Berlin earns en average of $253 per annum. NEW TO-DAY. 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