The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 17, 1896, Page 25

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 17, 1896. —'_;_“‘————Q,s o« HICHILH®@D'S REALH- H | EDITED BY TAERY-W-RICHARD® = s left alone to wander back and forth be- tween the low quiet mound and the noisy | old mill. | The next man at the mill did not care for dogs, but he never drove the gentle crea- | ture away, and if anything was left at | lunch time he seldom forgot to toss 1t to | Rags. But he never thought to toss a| | pleasant word or a gay whistle along with | | it, to cheer the dog’s heart as well as his | | stomach, and the hours often came to | | poor Rags when bLis heart was even nungrier than his stomach. | He tried to make friends with the truant | | Now the bawthorns biossom, Now the daistes spring. —Pore. Who first beholds the light of day In spring’s sweet flowery month of May And wears an emeraid Shall be a loved and happy wife. HAT a beautiful spring- time this is! How glad and joyous the world seems!) Beduty and love, light and song all around. | What bas been the matter with my little | puzzle-solvers this week? I have just re- ceived a single answer to last Sunday’s que: You'll have to put your think- ing caps on. Pleasant letters have been received this week from Louise Brower, Mary McKin- ney, Flora O'Berg, Robah Goodman, Paul- e Wirtner, Kaymond Roby, Edna Mae orne, Blanche Goodwin, Julia Weber, Hazel Bell, Lorena MaclIntyre, Caroline Lee, Minnie Cuiver, John Dirks, Julia Cleva Body, Lucy Rice, Jessie chelder, Carlton Panzer, Pearl Moore, e Drinkwater, C. F. Kibbe and Miss Mahoney. A Fairy Story. In the western part of the county of Kilkenny, Ireland, there lived a certain man by the name of “Paddy Murphy" | straight again and make you feel as young | as ever you did.” | boys that lounged about the old pond. He | | guarded their clothes wkile they were | | ewimming, fetched the sticks they tossed | So saying, he gave him | upon the water, and aimost every time | a slap on the back and disappeared. | brought back the marked stones they had Paddy Murphy jumped to his feet, and | thrown as far as they could. was greatly surprised to find his hump | And this is the way they repaid such “‘gone intirely,” and that he felt as if he | gentle behavior. were about 15. | One autumn day, when it was so cold Dancing for joy he drove his cattle | that one could be comfortable only in the home, astonishing the gzood people as he | sunshine, the boys began throwing sticks went at his having been changed so sud- | Into the water and sending Rags out aiter denly into a fine straight young man. them. He plunged in once, twice a Of course be had to tell over and over | came out shivering, but glad to be of i azain the wonderful story of how 1t had | terest to any one. A nobody’s dog 15( all happened. quite conscious of the fact that he is no- | Now there was a certain old miser by | body's aog. He may appear very gay | the name of Jack Madden living near by | Sometimes, but is only because his loving | whom no one liked, and he had an enor- | heart is trving to coax some one to come | mous hump on his back,too. After he Intvitand make it bapoy. A third stick | heard of Paddy Murphy’s good luck he | and a fourth were thrown. The chilled, resolved to pay him & visit and to see for | Feluctant creature brought them back. | himseli if the wonderful news were true. | Butat the fifth he whined azd wagged his | Mr. Murphy kindly gave him all the | t2il, and did bis very dog's best to make | particulars, even to ihe very blackthorn | them understand how hard a thing this der which he ¥ ’ was that they were asking of him. : Mr. Murphy,’’said he, “I'll give | But the sun skrl_one warmly upon their ye & £5 note if ye'll let me be after herdin’ | OWn shoulders. They must have the cattle for a wake. Perhapsl, too, may The biggest bully of them all threw e lucky.” | with such perfect aim that poor Ra It is needless to say that Paddy jumped | & sharp yelp of pain and plunged again at the offer and prepared to have a ~'rale |into the chilling water. He was long in good time,’’ o dear to the heart of all o1d | reaching the floating st Even then he English soldiers. _Accordingly, bright | passed it once—for he appeared to bea i early the next Monday morning Mr. | little dazed—and when at last he was Madden drove out the herd and |ready to swim ashore he seemed not to p nder the blackthorn in- | know in which direction it lay. 1 dicated by Faddy. ) One of the loungers gave a careless | Sure encugh Le had not been there long | laugh. Rags heard him, turned slowly, | when he heard voices as it were of thous. | and swam toward him for a mowent, then 4 sa out of sight. “He’s drowning,” cried cause you did =0 well I shall make you 1 a Jac nted himself u “HE HERDED CATTLE a distressed voice, and thelittle daughterof | the new mill-owner came springing from log to log until she reached the one nearest | the shore. Then she leaned far forward to look for poor Rags. The loungers scrambled to their feet. The head of Rags appeared again. The little girl cried out encouragement. One | of the roused idlers gave a whistle to cheer nim onward. Butafter a faint struggle he went down acain with the cruel stick ill between his faithful teeth. Then Turner Robbins threw off his coat and boots, and before the others reahzed what he was doing he had brought the aog ashore and was kneeling beside him upon the yellow sawdust, squeezing the water from his long, thick far. The littte girl knelt too. She smoothed the poor, wet head and cried over a bruise that the heavy stone had made. The words she murmured were o kind that Rags opened his eves as wide as he could. He tried to prick up his ears that had grown so bLeavy; and when he saw the gentle face bending over him bhe seemed really to know that the tears were for him, and lifting one of his paws a little | he tried toreach it toward her in a friendly | greeting. One fluttering sigh esca him, and the troubles of poor, gentle- | hearted Rags were over. | Then the little daughter of the new mill- owner sprang to her feet. ou'are murderers!” she cried, “every one of you!” And, as she turned her shining eyes upon them, they fell backward, one by ried to get bekind each other. ’ but a dog aid one of them | | i | | l Vortksogz, | | | | FOR A RICH FARMER.” ad at one time been a soldier in the army, but was now pensioned off unt of a fail he had received while gypt. This fall had caused a large mp to grow on his back. As his pension was only about what was - E o equal to 25 cents per day for life, he en- | deavored to better his condition by herd- i tle for a rich farmer who lived in bborhood. Now in many parts of Ireland, as is well there are certain swots or “‘Dane’s * which are supposed to be the abid- aces of the good people commuonly called fairies, and it so happened that there was one of these fortv in the middle e field where Paddy herded the was in the babit of lying under the | horns (which abound in these places) | ng his pipe, and thinking about his soldier life of former days. On a bright Monday morning, while he | “Th’ ain't no sense in making | , ands, singing “Saturday Sunday, Satur. day 'Sunday; aye, and Monday, too.” ““Aye, and Tuesday, three,” sang Jack. Scarcely were the words out of his |yt o808 % PO HOE, mouth when the little man appeared | YOS EROR) L ooked up into her face. | with fire in bis eyes and a terrible exores- | Ho was still kneeling beside poor Rags, sion of rags op:hils face. 5 1o | 30d be was drenched and cold. He said His golden crown was pushed on the | gomerning, he hardly knew what, but it back of his head and he was carryinga | meant that he was ashamed ot his share {daxkebuntiesm i iamantle . |in the bad business, and that he intended |, He demanded, in a deep, stern voice, | , pe y different boy from that moment. who it was who had spoiled our song, for- After that one of them slipped away and | ever and ever.”’ : er and ever.’: i found a broken shovel and a grave was My name is Jack Madden,” said the | made on a sunny slope behind the old miser. I did not intend to spoil your ey I spoil, mill. But before the last pitof turf had Son, but to make It more beantifal. been relaid, each boy, in his own Tough, _‘Jack Madden, Jack Madden,’’ said the | honest fashion, had given the mill owner's little man, *“your days I shall sadden!|ljttle daughter to understand that he was | Herceforth you shall’ wear two bumps, | sorry and ashamed, and that, with the go- | Jack Madden. 3 ing out of the innocent life of poor Rags | Then, taking the bundle, which proved | there had entered into his own heart a to ba Paddy Murphy’s hump, he clapped | new feeling of mercy and kindness for it quickly on Jack’s back and disappeared. | every creature that can suffer and die.— | Greatly to the amusement of the people | Qur Animal Friends. | { e dogs just as well as he made men,” said the little accuser. ‘And 1'd rather be a dog than to be such a man as | | i | | | | The Flint, Steel and Tinder. A Fable. High words once occurred in the early morning between a flint and steel. “I| can break you to pieces if I like,” cried | the steel. | “Break away, then,” retorted the flint; “] can stand more than you can strike, for | your blows have no effect upon me.” | “Hold on,” cried the tind-r; ‘let me | come between you two, for i hear the mis. | tress of the house coming down to make | the fire, and I want to be lighted.” So away they went, striking and bang- ing eech other with great force, till sparks began to fly out, and soon the tinder was kindled and the fire Jit. Moral—Competition is one sécret of suc- cess.—Chatterbox. The small boy had gone out with his father for a sail, and tbe bounding billows had shaken him up to the extent that he had parted with his breakfast. “Ob, papa,” he exclaimed after the second attack, “‘what makes me unswallow that way ?"” *“No, Willie, dear,” said mamma, ‘“no more cakes to-night. Don’t you know you cannot sleep on a full stomack 7"’ i i T | be would take a nap, but he couid not- | with that 1mage before him. He lay look | would move. | all right, darling.” tress have a doll as large as this before, and have real curly hair, so he did not know what to make of it. First he thought she ought to have done, and while she was gone that mischievous little dpnp of hers got hold of poor grandma and tugged and pulled at her till her silvery hair was all I tangled and a large crack in her head, ing at Betty for a long time, but finally | and, worst of all, he pulled one of her got up and barked at her, to see if she tatters. When But Betty did not move, so he pulled ber to the floor and shook ber wrathfully, and, sorry to say, tore a big bole in her dress. He was just going for her hair when Lucy skipped mto the room, holding a piece of cake. - | “Why! What have you done? Oh, dear ! and Lucy burst into tears, running to mamma. When Max had beard Lucy coming he ran away in the corner, looking sheepish, for he knew he bad been a naughty dog. Mamma came in and rescued Betty, say- ing to her little daughter, “I can fixdolly ting in one corner watching her. accused him of the mischief and said “Naughty Max to tear poor grandma al to pieces.” am very sorry.” CarL H. F. SPERBER, age 9 years. Hollister, Cal. Naughty Max. Max, Helen and Marguerite were very good friends. “Oh!can you? Youdear good mamma! But,” she said, presently, “do_you think Max ought to bave his cake? He hasbeen awiul naughty to tear Betty’s dress. I cuess he will be very sorry if he can’t have it.” “Max certainly has been a very bad dog, but I am quite sure he would say he was sorry if he could talk.” Her words were true, for though Max could not speak, he felt sorry mn his own dumb_ way, and came running into the room licking little Lucy’s hands and face, just as if e was saying he was sorry and would neverdo it agzain. Max did not get bis cake that time, and I think it taught him a lesson, for he never attempted to do such a thing again. Nevertheless, Betty and her %rothem and sisters were kept out of his way after dog, but they were Helen’s only play- mates, | take Miss Marguerite driving._ One day they were plaFing in the grass, when Helen's motker called her. gone. was just giving up when she saw the tall grass waving. She ran to the place and guerite in his mouth. Helen rescued her doll, but poor Mar- guerite’s silk dress, before, was al] torn. elen scolded Max. say, “I will never do it aegain.”” Helen 8 L FERGUSON, 12 L EriEn SR e ut her arms around Max’'s neck and Max Max. | Pickeg her face; so, you see, th;y are still - ohi friends. Avice PERRY, : Mg}y was the only child of the Brown | Delano, Cal. Age 11 years, amily. Naughty Max. One day Edna Brown was playing in the nursery with her best doll, Victoria. She went downstairs to get Victoria’s hat to take her for a walk. Her dog, Max. hap- < hite fest. pened to go into the nursery while she hair and white feet. 3 was away, and, on seeing Victoria, he May thought a long time before she | thought he would havea romp with her. could get him a good name. At last she | He pulled her hair out, bit the top of her called him Max. shoe off, and tore her blue silk dress. iven to her by a miller, who | When Edna came upstairs what a sight iend of her father’s. The |it was. She scolded him and called him You might think she was lonesome, but she was not, for she had a pony, dog, cat and a canary bird. Of all her petsshe liked her dog the best. He was a large black dog, with long [ HERE Come= Two B3] 'I'IV—— )0'\1‘]’ MAKE— A No':?e_—'\'i" T'|LL TrEY Go By, WWey? HE REASON'S miarnl! @0\'5 Wik THRQ War a 5 SR _yfe Im ame 5]’0”&'& ES, My ! O BREAK OUR_BOMN .wu‘fi\'){"' miller said, “I have two dog rand you may have this one.”” 8o she sbought it home and it soon became a great pet of hers. Max would get into & good deal of mis- chief, but no one would whip him for it. One very hot day May took her favorite doll and went out under the shade of an apple tree. Max followed her, and when they r:nched the apple tree he laid down fora sleep. May soon got tired of playing with her doll and longed for an apple that hung over her head. But she could not take any for her mother had said they were not ripe yet. Looking up she saw a large apple that looked riper than the rest and she said to herself, “No one is looking, I think I will get that apple.” 7 But some one was looking. Max had his eye on her doll and he meant to get it. So May let her doll drop and started up the tree for the apple. She was about to pluck it when she saw Max grab her doll. She jumped from the tree and started after him. Round and round the garden Max ran and May after him till at last he slc]pped. May pulled her dollout of his teeth and gave I;im a good whipping, the first time with one ear up and one eardown, as much as to say, “If you don’t want me to touch your doll you had better put it where I won’t get it.” Then Edna brought the ever. Erra May KENEALLY, From New Zealand. Aged 9 years. 1033 REGENT BTREET, ALAMEDA, Cal., May 10, 1806. the Childhood's Realm every Sunday. Tue CarL. Ihope it will be published. little girls write nice stories. Fourth Grade. Good-by. \'OnrAli ttle friend, LICE M. HOWE, 8 years old. ETNA MILLS, Cal., May 3, 1 Dear Editor: My papa takes the DAILY CALI arms off and her pretty dress he tore all to innie came home she was 8o enrprised to find grandma torn to pieces that she did not know what to do. At last she saw Max—tbat little pnp—sxllit- e went straight up to bim and scolded and il Max looked away and put his tail down as much as to say, “Winnie, I Marguerite was only a doll and Max a Helen would get her doli-buggy and hitch Max up to it and make him She Jeft Max and Marguerite in the grass; but, alas! when she came back they were both She hunted for & long time, and saw Max rolling over and over with Mar- just made the day He put his head to one side and seemed to “Naughty Max,”” but Max sat on the floor doll to grandma. who fixed her up good as Dear Editor: My papa takes THE CALL. Iread This is the first letter I have ever written to Ilike the story of ‘‘Naughty Max,” “What Flora Saw When in Search of the Fairfes,” “Donald” and many other stories. Ithink the I go to the Porter School and am in the A GOING TO FR IGHTEN PAPA. [Reproduced from Chatterbox.| made for two. I was very glad when I heard of this because I thought she meant to give me a ride with her sometime: Butl was very sorry when ehe got one, because she had a man on with her. Now she wanted money 10 buy 8 pair of bloomers. I thought I would have & joke upon her, so I went out into the garden and got two blodming roses aud gave them to her. When Imet her again she told me to hurry up and meke money enough o | get her a wedding dress. Now I know that she going 1o marry the man who had been € with her. When the day of the wed- | ding came I armed myself with & pistol. Just as they were making sole 1shot the man. Iw k for haying dome m v Yours truly, FRED BoDY (Age 12 years). 0, May 4, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter, and I don’t hardly know how to commence it,and | I suppose it will be twice as hard to finish it. Iam 10 years old, and go to the Edison pri- mary school, where ali of the teachers are so kind and so good that I feel regretas wellas joy at the prospect of being promoted soon to the Horace Mann Grammar School. Tt is hardly necessary to tell you that my father takes THE CALL, or thatif he did notInever would have seen the Childhood's Realm, and then I would not send you my T take the page of THE CAL 1 hood’s Realm in it, to Monday, and she reads the class, and all of | as_much as we e think I enjoy the vae as T am in hopes that my to the country. IthinkI ha deal for & little garl, and T am ANNIE Cal., May 10, 18¢ ALAMED ; Dear Editor: This is my first let S I have a big dog, his name is Mager Panzer. 1 attend e En al School. teacher’s name is Miss Gray. My paps used to take the Chronicle, but now he says THE CALL is the best paper, sO we tak the Children's Page. it. 1love toread It is very interesting. My papa goes on a snip and I look out for mama. Your little friend, CARLTON PANZER. TEMESCAL, Cal., May 2, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. My father takes THE CALL. Children’s Page. My father is & soldier. Iam 10 yearsold. I go to school. Our school isa mile and a half away. Ihope this is published in Tie W s0Ican seeit. Yours, truly, GEORG ALL FAIRFIELD, May 5, 1896. Dear Editor: T am very much interested in the children’s page, my papa takes THE CALL, and I do read the stories in it, and also the letters and Doneld series. to go and pick wild flowers. I have s flower, garden of my own'and I hoe it myselfand keep the weeds from growing; I hgve two brothers and one sister. This is my first letter and I hope it will be ublished. Your little friend. LEONOEA L MAGANINI, age 11 years. Dear Editor: T have read many of your in- teresting letters published in the San Francisco CalL and hope that mine will be as well favored. Ishall now endeavor to let you have a brief sketeh of Mazatlan, Mexico, to which place I once made a short visit with some friends of oursto see their home. We took the Pacific ail steamer and had & most pleasent trip and passed quite a number of interesting points. We landed at Mazatlan on October 1 after seven dayson the water. The climate is ex- cisco girl it is almost unbearable. So after about two months I returned home. We had thanksgiving on board the steamer and had a lovely time. The houses are not built tall as ours are, there being but rery few higher. than o‘ne story. They are made of adobe with roofs K. We subseribe for THE CALL and we all say it 1is the best paper in the City. Yours truly, M. HARTMAN. BOONVILLE, Cal., May 8, 1896. Dear Editor: I am only 5 years old, so I can’t | write, but mamma will write for me if I tell her what to write. Ilive in the country on a ranch. like to live in a city 'cause you can’t get any nice wild strawberries or wild flowers like I do. T've got a spotted dog named Punch, and a horse named Ginger, and a red and white cow named Susie, and I can milk her by myself. I have got a big pig named Ring, and she will come to me when I call her. Sometimes I ride her, but I fall off when she runs fast. 1f some of the_little city girls will come to visit me I wiil let them ride my horse and ays you'll think 'm & boy, but I am not. 1 would like to see my letter in THE CALE i you have room for it. Mamma reads all th Stories and letters to me on the children’ page, and they are so nice thatI wish ther Were two pages. Your little friend, e s e CLYDE WITHERELL, age 5 years. I read the | I livé on a bee ranch. | ¥ In the spring I like | ceedingly hosdown there, and to a San Fran- | T wouldn't | then had none left. out breaking an ezg? IV. Nume a country in the north of Europe whose name shows the nature of its climate. L12z1E JACOES. V. Transpose the letters in name of & boys famous school and obtain a sound. Again,and have a missive. VI. Word hunting. Make fifty words out of the name of Gladstone. Use the Jetters for each word as often as they appear in the name. Correct answers for May 10. 1. Words for blanks as follows: Levi, live veil, vile, evil. Because he wears a coat, and pants. To-dry. Dough, bowgh, rough, cough, tough. @) Star, rats. (b) Trap, rapt. (©) Evil, vile. Answers to all or a majority of puzzles re- ceived from following: April 26—Susie Hogan. May 3—Casimir Etchebarne, Ethel E. C. Wright, Alice Bell, Annie Branagan, Hilda Lippi, Harry Johnston. May 10—Hilda Bjornstad. How did shedo this with- A May Blessing. Eight years ago to-day, On the sixteenth day of May, I'm e that was the date n ninety-eight, ame to me complete A little boy 50 sweet. e was Rose's babe and mamma’s boy, He was own sweet joy. wasn't 1t strange? 1 of March there came & change: A littie girl was left to me To keep tuat brother company. Now don’t you think I have my share With such a lovely little pair? S0 11l not wish for any more To be left out at my front door, i1 that I can do e Lwo up with my shoe. NEW TO-DAY. I came near being a valentine eight years ago. | SOLE 'AGENTS FOR THE MAGGIONI KID GLOVES. BATHING § SALE! 'LADIES', GENTY' AYD | CHILDREY'S BATHING SUITS For less money than the cost of manufacturing. Following are the prices which will govern this sale. I | | | LADIEY Woolen Bathing Suits, worth $4.00, $5.00, $6:00 and $7.00 per Smit: forsi v ot i NISSEN Woolen Bathing Suits, worth $3.00, $4.00 and $5.00 per Suit, for MENS $0 | | §1.92 % | | i t | | } | | Ilive in the northern partof the State, near the foot of the Salmon Mountains, There was five feet of new snow the first of May on the Salmon Mountaing. This is the first letter I have written to THE CALL. Our school is out now, but my grandpa is reading the “‘United States History” to me. T hope to see this latter in the SUNDAY CALL. Your friend, ALTA ADANMS. - OAKLAND, May 3, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 have a chum. His name is Alfred Parsan. We bave fine fun. Ihavea fireman's suit, a bat, a hatchet and a horn, We pley fireman and have lotsof fun. We “Well,”" replied Willie, “I car: sleep on my back."—finper’s Round Table. ¢ Mamma—Johnpy, dear, give your little sister some of your sausage. You know, a pleasure “shared with others is a double pleasure. Johony—Yes; mamma, I know, but a sausage shared with another is only half a sausage.—Fliegende Blatter. Woolen Bathing Sits, worth $150 per Suit, | EXTRA! 100 pairs of Eadies’ e f Naughty Max. | | Lucy. Max and Betty are three very 5 /( Afilre “PADDY DANCED FOR JOY.” good friends, but first let me tell you that Lucy is a dear little girl of six, Max her bow-wow and Betty her new doll. The morning after Lucy received her new doll when she woke upit was pit-a- pat, pit-a-pat outside, and then she knew it - 4 =St g 1. 20 was thus taking it easy, he suddenly heard a multitude of voices singing close | by where he lay, and the refrain of their | song was “Saturday Sunday, Saturday Sunday, Saturday Sunday.” ~¢‘‘Aye, and Monday, too,” sang Paddy. He dly had the words out of his mouth, when a little man, about 3 feet high, wearing a red mantle and a golden crown on his head and pleasing smile on his face, ap- peared before him, asking in the most courteous manner “who it was that had made their song so much more beautiful ;{ the addition of the words ‘Aye, and onday, too.””’ ““Sure, my name is Paddy Murphy, and it's glad I am th e loikes me singin'.” ,” answered the little man, *‘be- | under the churchyard dais] was raining. Rainy days are generally very unpleas- ant ones to little people, but to Lucy this day was not unpleasant atall. She had just got a big new doll and she was so busy dressing and undressing it, and the time passed so quickly, that when the lunch bell rang she thought it was too soon for it. But her mamma said she would have a long time afterward to play with ood doggie, and the doll. L] *‘Now, Max, you be a 5 take care of Betty while I am nuy,"'any said, and she held Betty up for him to see, and shook her finger warningly. Then she ran away and sat Betti on a chair, and then went down to lunch. Now Max had never seen his little mis- Jack Madden is wearing two humps to this very day. J. C., Angel Island. THE DEATH OF RAGS. A Pathetic Story of a Warm-Hearted “Nobody’s Dog."” Rags belonged to a sawyer, who one day got caught in the machinery of the sawmill and met his death bsfore any one could reach him. Rags saw the crusl teeth coming nearer and nearer, but could not drag his master away, though he tried with all his loving might. These two had lived their simple lives together, and when the sawyer was laid Rags was | have another {riend named James Silby. He liyes right by me. We two are the horses and Alfred is the driver. Pussy in the Hat. May ever whipped him. When he felt the stick he put his tail between his legs and ran. May’s doll’s dress wasall torn and half of its hair was out of its head. She went home ana told her mother about naughty Max—how he had lgollgd her doll and the whipping she had give him. Her mother said, “I will get you another doll, so you better make friends with Max again.” B GEORGE DAVIS. SANTA ROsA, CAL., May 10, 1896. triend, in this Sunday’s CALL and thought I would write one to be put in next Sunday’s CALL. The story is: SOME OF MY MISFORTUNES. When I wasa boy about seven years old my father died. Idid not feel thelossof him at We_pull him all over. Alfred is 9, James is 7 and I am 9 years old. I hope to see my letter in the paper. Your Dear Editor: 1 have read some of the stories | | /) 3¢ 3 ¢ R 5o May got some milk and gave it to | the time, but aiter I was old enough to work Attt Max and they soon were g friends | and my mother had spent all but a little again as though he had never touched her | money and I had to work for & living, Ifelt | 1. Ifahen anda half lays an egg and & half 3 i not like to let an ens and a hal y in six days and & ha Goodyears Bar, Sierra County, Cal. s the triad to keep up the fashion. It | I Why Is Sunday the strongest day of the Naughty Max. was rather hard for her to do so when big | seyen? "ALICE BELL. sleeves became the fashion, because she had to It was the week after little Winnie's sixth birthday and she had a presentofa set of dolls. To-day, when she got ready for church. she did not put them away as each sleeve, dress. After awhile she 1I1. A woman took some eggs to market. 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