The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 31, 1896, Page 25

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 31, 1896. Warmly and broadly the south winds are blow- ing— Over the sky, one after another the white _ clouds are fleeting; Every heart this May morning in joyance is bleating, full merrily. TENNYSON. Good-by, fairest month of spring, with all thy fragrance and thy bloom! Thy carnivals gay And Queens of May! Naught of woe to us 1 Thou’st brought. | With peace and love | The warp and woof i Of each bright day | Thou'st wrought. From the morn we gave to theea glad- some welcome to the sweet sad day when thy fragrant blossoms were strewn by gen- tle hands over the graves of our Nation's heroes nothing but peace hast thou be- stowed on the children of California, Queen of the West. So we bow our heaas with gratitude to- | day as we bid to thee a fond farewell. i | Song o the Angely. Rosel in Pitisburg Press. There has come to my mind a legend, a thing 1 i have half forgot, And whether I read it or dreamed it. ab, well 1t | matters not; 1 It issald that in heaven, at twilight, a great bell | softly swings, And men may listen and hearken to the wonder- fu! music that rings. It he puts from his heart's inner chamber all the passion, pain and strife, i Heartache and weary longing that throbsin the pulses of life— If e thrust from his soul all hatrgd, all thoughts of wicked things, He can hear In the holy twilight, how the bell of the angel rings. And I think there lies in this legend, if we open our eves to see, Somewhat of an inner meaning, my cousins, toyou and to me: Let us look in our hearts and question, can pure | thoughts enter in | To a soul if it be already the dwelling of thoughts of sin? | =0, then. let us ponder a little—let us look In our | hearts and see Tf the twilight bell of the angels could ring for | us—you and me. - S R Codt (] page to us every Sunday. My mamma is desd and I miss her 5o much. Iam 6 years old, but am not going to school for one more year. I have three pet cats—Muggins, Finnette and Munille. Muggins has a bob-tail. I have four brothers, but they are all mean to me and i sometimes they hit me, but I tell them when Iem a woman I will have toe same rights as they have, and that makes them mad. Your little friend, GERTIE BUTTERWORTH. TELEGRAPH HILL, SAN FRANcIsco, ‘ May 27, 1896. Dear Editor: THE SUNDAY CALL Lias become a great iavorite among the “kids’' of Telegraph Hill since up-to-date Joe B.'s name appeared in that paper. Some of the boys think there ought to be at least two SUNDAY CaLLS every week. Isend you the answers I tried hard to find for puzzles of May 24. WALTER DUANE. OcCeAN VIEW, May 24, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa has taken THE CALL for four years. I enjoy the “Childhood’s Realm” very much. I go to Sheriaan School, and I am in the fifth grade. I have stood at the head of my class until last month, when I was number two. This is my first letter, and hoping to see it in next Sunday’s CALL, I close, sending the answers to the puzzles. Your friend, JOHN MORRISON, 9 years. 8AN FRANCISCO, May 21, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 have been reading the chil- dren’s letters in “Childhood’s Reslm” and thought I would try to write one myself. I go to Bernal Heights School and am in the third grade. My teacher’s name is Miss Neppert. T hope to be promoted to the fourth grade next promotion, which will be my birthday— June the 19th—when I shall be eight years old. I have a sister the same age; her name is Bella. We have a parrot; she can talk, whistle and sing.. We have a brown curly dog whose name is Traynor. He can do tricks; he plays soldier. Oneday Iwentup on the hill to pick mushrooms with Raymond Shuman. quarry and landed in the softest place in the quarry, right beside a big rock. Raymond came and asked me if I was dead. I fell between thirty and forty feet, and 1 have the marks vet. We think THE CALL is the best paper. Your friend, WILLIE PARK, 149 McClellan street. TACOMA., WASH, May 21, 1896. Dear Editor: CALL. My papa takes the DAILY CALL and I am glad when Sunday comes, so I can read the children’s page. 1 enjoy it very much. Before we moved up here I lived in Santa Clara, Cal We are having nice weather up here, but I would rather be in California. I have been £00d times, but I miss my playmates down in | Santa Clara. I guess I have said enough so I will close. Your little friend, ALICE MEYERS. COSUMNE, SACEAMENTO Co., Cal., May 23. Dear Editor: 1 am going to write you & let- , and hope you will publish it in THE SUNDAY CALL, that comes to our house every week. Ithinksome of the pictures in THE CaLy are awful funny, and [ like to read the boys’ and girls’ lett: My papa is the Metho- dist minister here. We havea school and a i | | #3 i« (Y f*! R il | {Besides il the delighttul letters from young friends which appear in print to-dsy, your | eaitor has also recelved & pleasant letter, original story snd drawing from Evelina Beaudet; letter and drawings from AnnieT. Bells; also interesting chatty letters from | Charlie R. McNeil, Eva M. Bolger, Josie Des- | mond, Dora Goding and Henry Sagebrush.] THE RIVER. Gentle, gentle river, Gliding swittly past: Ever on your journey— Ever will it last, Over stones and pebble, Throuzh bill and lonely dell, You will travel, travel, But you will never tell How you spend your time Or what you do or see; But ripple, ripple onward— | Onward to the sea, Oft T sit in the shadow Of the Iiveoak’s deep green leaves, And watch your eddying motion, And the curfous forms It weaves; Trying to count your diamonds In the giint of your bubble's bead, Waltzing to endless music. What a jolly life you lead! MINNIE CULVER. SAN RAFAEL, May 25, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa and my grandpapa take THE CALL, and auntie reads the children’s ! Your iriend, | Miss M. E. Keating is my principal. good teacher, and I like to study. The doctor has broughtme a new brother, he is one month old, his name, is Victor Edward. I would | rather play than mind him, but I am trying to be & good boy s0 I will become & good man. ROBERT C. SWITHENBANK. OAKLAND, CAL. Dear Editor: T have a cat that caiches rats, mice and gophers. He goes out into the va- cant lot by our house to catch the gophers. We play with him a great part of our spare time. | 1 made a toboggan slide on the hill, and then 1 made a cer in which to ride. My little sister Ethel, James Silby and I slide down and have lots of fun. I ltve close by Lake Merritt and we have a very fine view from our house. We can see all over the hills, the boats on the lake, the teams | passing on the road and the cars with their great loads of people. 1 hope to see my letter in THE SUNDAY CALL, and remain your little friend, GEORGE DAVIS. TULARE, CAL., May 23, 1896. Dear Editor : There are so many little boys and girls writing for THE CALL that I thought I would write, 100, and see if you would pub- lish it, for this is my first letter to you. My papa takes THE CALL, and I always read the children’s page. We like THE CALL better than any other paper we take. I like the stories about naughty Max, and I think I shall iry to write one, to0. Very traly yours, IMOGENE ROGERs, 13 years old. SAN Fraxcisco, May, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE Cari, and 1 hope it will please you. Ilove to read the Childhood’s Realm every Sunday. Sometimes I can’t hardly wait for THE SUNDAY CALL to come, the letters are so nice. Iam 10 years old, and I go to Bernal Height# School. My teach- er's name ix Miss Simpson. She is & very kind teacher to me end aiso to the other pupils. Well, I think my letter is getting long, so I will close, hoping to see it in next SUNDAY'S CALL. Good-by, your little friend, NELLIE McKEON. 'VILLE, Cal., May 19. Dear Editor: My papa takes THE CALL. I like to read Childhood’s Realm. I can ride the bicycle. Iam 11 years old. My school is just out Friday. Iltketo gotoschool. Iam inthe CHE €LEPHANG AND GHE GIRAFFE. Charlotte Osgood Carter in St. Nicholas, Sais the elePhant to the girafse, “Yoor neck (5 too long by one half.” He vefrces “ §inee yoor noge Rea(};cj dowh to Yooy t".f’ At othere yoo's detter not laogh.” As I wes coming down the hill I fell into a Thisis my first letter to THE going to school for about two months. I have seventh grade. My papa runs the tin shop. I make little ships. I think it is lots of fun to sail the ships. Ilike to throw rocks at them. 1 hope to see my letter in THE CALL. Yours truly, GUsSIE WHEELER. BoUTH SAN FRANCISCO, May 11, 1896. Dear Editor: Tem a little girl 10 years old, and I go to South San Francisco School. My teacher’s name is Miss Richards, I like to go to school. I enjoy reading the Childhood's Realm very much. I bave one little kitten, and every morning before I am up it is erying for its breakfast. He is fed on bread and milk. As I have no more to say I must close my let- ter. Hoping to see my letter published in next Sunday’s paper. Your new friend, | LES 'F j R @ i. What eoumr; does everybody eat on Thanksgiving day II. What city do you find on the toilet table? TII. Where are the ears of grasshoppers to be found? IV. What is the origin of the word news? V. Add the name of a part of the head to the name of a cozy place and get sincere. VI Arrange the following letters in such a way us 1o form & proverb containing eight words: 6 e’s, 2 a's, 5 1'5,54d’, 51’5, 2 x's.l2‘f“'s and VIL Why is an author a queer animal? BEATRICE KILLILEA. Correct Answers to Puzzles of May 24. L (a) Well (wel) (b) come (¢) Welcome. I1. Decoration day. 1iI. California, San Francisco. 1V. Rose—sore—ores—roes. V. Smile—miles—limes. Correct answers to all or a majority of the puzzles for May 17 have been received from Pruline Wirtner, Alice Bell, Annie Branagan, Cemille Valentine and May Gwendoline Rogers; for May 24, from John Morrison, Eva M. Bolger, Alice Beli, Walter Duane, Jeanie Cohen, G. E. Moors and Beatrice Killilea. THE CUBAN FLAG. (Ground of Triangle Is Red, Star Is Silver, Three Shaded Stripes Blue, Two Unshaded Stripes White.) To an, .A\iku\s m"lLd. L It must be a task, sir A-hunting for gold, Up in Alaska, ‘Where it's s0 very cold. 1L w don’t you wish, sir, You'd stayed safe at home, Even though you have a tent Ana cabin all your own 7 . You think you'll strike a fortune, 1 think you’ll change your mind; For when the snow has melted Littie gold, I fear, you'll find. . Digging in the'mountains While you're growing lean, N You might as well be looking For strawberries and cream. . Bo you’d better come right back (Please take my advice), With your empty, empty sack To where its warm and nice. vI. I'm sure we'll all forgive you For telling such a yarn, And if your wife should turn you out You may roost up in our barn, —Contributed by Mrs. S, Oaklsnd. A Btork Gries and Execotes. A remarkable story comes froru Berlin, says the New York Kecorder. Two storks built a nest upon the chimney of a man- sion, the owner of which, finding an egg in the nest, took it and put a goose’s egg in its place. The female stork hatched tue egg, much to the anger of her companion, which circled three or four times round the nest and then flew away, For some days the female stork fed the young goose, and all went well until the morning of the fourth day, when the in- mates of the house were disturbea by a loud clamoring. Thenoise proceeded from nearly 400 birds, which were standing in a compact body, apparently listening to the harangue of a solitary stork standing some twenty yards off. After a short time he retired and another took his place and addressed the court, and in this way the roceedings continued until about 11 in he forenoon. Then the whole court rose simuitaneously in tne air and gave forth dismal shouts. All _this time the female stork was sit- ting in the nest, trembling with fear, which perhaps was not altogether unwar- ranted, for suddenly the whole company of storks flew toward her, headed by one, presumably the injured husband. He struck her violentll three or four times, knocked her out of the nest and then killed her. He next turned his attention to the unhappy gosling, which he hkewise killed, after which the nest was destroyed and the storks flew away. Why They Quarreled, Housekeeper (in pursuit of a cook)—Why did you leave your last place ? Cook—I couldn’t stand the dreadful way the master and miesus used to quarrel, mum. Housekeeper—What did they use to quarrel about? Cook—The way the dinner was cooked, mum. To Escape the Hole. “See what you are doing,” says mamma. You are putting your stockings on the wrong way."” “1 do it on purpose, mamma. I've got a hole on‘the other side.” Spoke for Hir:self. Sayboy—"I'm thinking of going into busi- ness; is there any money in clothes?" Bayboy—'Not a cent in mine.” Author BROWNE PAC. Listen to me And I'll tell to thee A story new, A story true. ’Mid floral floats, And maidens fair; ’Mid soldiers bold, With martial air; ’Mid horses prancing, And children dancing, On that great day Of the carnival gay In San Jose, A Brownie band In qudint array Rode down the street With elfish forms and faces sweet. On the back of the cart Was Brownie Pat; So proud and smart In his tall green hat; He bowed to the left, He bowed to the right, And winked at the girls With eyes so bright; But alack! alack! As the floats came back In the countermarch, Right under the arch, The Brownie “cop” (Who was jealous of Pat And wanted to stop The fun he was at) Arrested Paddy And pulled him down ‘From his lofty seat And dragged him along The crowded street With many a frown. “Instantly the tramp jumped into the air, and then fell, groaning, on the ground.” S\ RTA'§ ROGUE. By Georgla Custis in Fr $1000 REWARD.—The above reward will be paid by the Postoffice Department for the ar- rest or conviction (or for information leading thereto), of George Lewis, alias George Cox, alias Andersou Lewis; and of Charles Haley, alias Reuben Holt, postoffice thieves who es- caped from the Los Pasos County Jail, where they were awaiting trial, on July thirteenth— Then followed a description of the two thieves and their portraits. It was the woodcuts which caught the eye of a slim young girl in a riding habit, who was awaiting the arrival of the one daily mail in the postoffice of a West- ern town. She cocked her small head on | one side and closed one eye as she looked | critically at these rude efforts of por-| traiture. | k Leslie's Pleasant Hours. Pat punched the “cop” With all his might While the urchins cheered At the funny sight And every one thought There would be a fight. Poor Pat was in hock Till the Brownie “dude” To his rescue ran And whacked with his cane The policeman With such a shock That it laid him out. Hurrah, hurrah, the people shout, Hurrah for the dude Who took the part Of Pat in the fight, He’s “English, ye know,” But “He’s all right.” Back to his place Climbed Brownie Pat With a grin on his face And a tip to his hat, With a wink so witty And smile so sweet As they rode away Down the crowded street, In the carnival gay At the Garden City Of San Jose. M. W. R LHSCHOLTZIA'S:.... G REETIN ; aesv e 0s en E resolute to do,” so the poppies say, Ringing merry music down the King's highway, Clustering together, good neighbors all, Swinging round the bowlders in a crowd, they call: “ Ob, how do youdo? Good fuck to you I’ Leaping into laughter runs the mellow note 0Of a fairy folden in each yellow throat, ‘While a vagrant chorus, linnets, larks and bees, In and out is {wined about the blossoming trees: “How do you do? Good luck to you; ‘We are merry messengers the long day through, For the elfin weavers, weaving colors gay, Spreading cloth of gold in the King’s highway.” “Be constant in endeavor’’—see the darlings wait Round the poor man’s cottage, by the rich man’s gate, Girdling all the hill-slopes goldenly and strong, Rbyming to the chiming of the wind’s low song: “Oh! how do youdo? Good luck to you!” Bellmen of the beautiful in robes of green, Ring the coronation of the glad field queen, Lifting helmets to the King, they stand and say: “Go ye forth to greet him—lo! he comes this way! How do youdo? Good luck to you! ‘We are merry messengers the long day through For the elfin weavers, weaving colors gay. Spreading cloth of gold in the King’s highway.”" Give to me the gold dust from your sunny cells, Teach me all the notes you know, your fairy spells, I will guard them closely, give them as I may Unto alkthat labor in the King's highway, ‘With, “how do youdo? Good luck to you!” Now I learn your secret, chiming bells of God, Now I read your brave lines, poets of the sod, “Write your name in good deeds, sowing seed to-day; He that runs may read it in the King’s highway, How doyoudo? Good luck to you!” “B “Very bad work!” she thought, ‘‘and what dreadful faces! especially the big than with the drooping eyelid.” And then, because the postoffice was quite devoid of other objects of interest, she read the notice more carefully, uncon- sciously noting the details of the descrip- tion of the two men. ““A thousand dollars!” she said to her- self, thoughtfully. “Just the amount which would take me to Paris for a year or two of work and study under one of the great painters. Oh! if I had but the| chance I know—"" | Her soliloquizing was interrupted by | the noisy entrance of the postmaster with | the mail bag. It was a matter of buta few moments to distribute its contents, and Rita Allison was soon galloping across | the prairie on her vretty bronco. She had | two months before graduated from an | Eastern boarding-school and had come | out to keep house for her only brother on his lonely cattle ranch. Ben Allison real- | ized quite fully that for a lively and ambi- | tious girl, just from the freshness and i activity of a boarding-school, life amid | these rough surroundings was hardly an ideal existence. He was as anxious as Rita that she should paint and study, and | one of the letters which she brought to | him this very morning seemed to open a way forthis. Itcame from a possible pur- | chaser of some of. Ben’s unused grazing land, and it contained a request that he | would meet the writer on the arrival of the | afternoon train. “If I sell this land,” said Ben, ‘“‘you | sheall go to Paris. Butitisratherbad to be obliged to meet the man to-day, as I shall haveto leave you all alone in the house. Ot course, you don’t want to ride thirty miles again to-day, and Peter and Willis are out with the stock.” ‘‘Nonsense,” interrupted Rita. *Do you think I would be the one to prevent this | meeting, which 1s entirely formy benefit? | Moreover, what should I fear? Not tigers | or rattlesnakes, and certainly not human beings, for it is days since a specimen of | the genus homo has approached volun- tarily within our borders. And then I have Ben Bolt,” laying her hand on the massive head of alyoung mastiff. **And this, too,” she added, examining the charges of a handsome revolver, which Ben had | taught her to use with considerable skill. So Ben was persuaded that Rita was not | afraid to be left alone until late in the | evening on a lonely ranch ten miles from a human habitation, and was soon gallop- | ing away. Rita watched his retreating figure until it disappeared, and then she set about the accomplishment of various household tasks, which kept her fingers busy, while in spirit she was free to wander across the | continent, across the ocean, into the illim- | itable realms of art. After a little she stepped out on the porch to cool her hot cheeks in the prairie breeze. She glanced down the road in the direction taken by Ben, and then she turned her eyes toward the great expanse of rippling green which stretched for miles without a break. As she gazed, quite suddenly two strange figures seemed to spring, as it were, from | the ground but a few hundred feet from the house. Rita’s astonishment was so great that she stood quietly awaiting their approach. Asthey came nearer she per- ceived that they were very ragged and | altogether disreputable in appearance; that one man was tall and gaunt, with long gray hair and beard, and that the other was younger and small, and that they both limped painfully as they slowly approached the house. Rita was not a timid or hysterical girl, but she knew that in this land of open doors and generous hospitality two stran- gers would not be hiding thus in the long prairie grass, making their appearance only when they knew her to be quite | alone, without some sinister motive, and | instinctively she laid her hana on the head of Ben Bolt, who was taking his afternoon nap on the sunny porch. The men seemed to observe him as they drew nearer, for they stopped for a mo- ment and seemed to consult; then they came on with more determined striaes and Rita noticed, not without a slight sinking of the heart, that the older man carried in his hand a stout stick with a! thick-knotted end. By this time the dog had discovered them and but for Rita's hold on his collar and her quick ‘“‘Down, Ben!” he would have flown at the new- ‘We are merry messengers the long day through, For the elfin weavers, weaving colors gay, Spreading cloth of gold in the King’s highway. AxNie HerBert BArkEer, San Rafael, of “When the Mista Have Cleared Away,” which Frances Willard calls “the lovely song of songs.” She is a nutive of New York. [Pflhll.l!!d by request. J comers. “Whatdo you want?'' said Rita in a T voice. “We want food and we want money, every red cent you have in the house, and we want it pretty quick, too,” said the el younger man, and he advanced up the path, “Oh, you needn’t go to get it, thank you, we can help ourselves,” he added. Rita let go her hold on Ben'’s collar, and in an instant he had flown at the intruder and seized him by the sleeve of his ragged coat. But his companion, with a tremen- dous oath, raised his mighty club and struck the dog a swinging blow between the eyes. Rita saw him release his hold and roll on the ground howling with pain. Quickly she stepped back into the room and seized the pistol which was lying on the table. The hand which grasped it was cold as ice, but it did not tremble as she held up the glittering weapon for the men to see. ‘‘Comeone step nearer,’ she said quietly, “and I fire.” In & moment both men hesitated and the smaller one even drew back, but his companion, with another vile oath, came on up the path. Rita shuddered asshe realized that she must fire. She aimed a little below the man’s knees and pulled the trigger. Instantly the tramp jumped into the air and then fell, groaning and swearing on the ground, while his com- | panion ran limping and stumbling down the road, followed by Ben Bolt, who had, however, but half recovered from the blow and soon gave up the chase. As soon as she realized that the man was wounded, Rita’s fear of him was changed to a far worse fear of herself, and | of what she had done. Overcome by re- morse, she knelt beside her victim filled with the tenderest pity for his sufferings. “Oh, oh, I am so sorry!” she said. *“I must bind up the wound at once.” And with some difficulty she assisted the wounded man into the house. Her strange guest said not a word until he caught sight of food. *For God’s sake give me something to eat,”” he said, “I'm starv- ing.” And Rita did not doubt it as he seized and ravenously devoured the bread and meat which she brought him. He looked up gratefuily asa dog might do when he finishea, although he said nothing, and he was very docile and vatient while Rita washed and bandaged the wound and made a neat tourniquet above it to stop the flow of blooa, as she had fortunately learned to do at school. Nor did her ministry of mercy stop there, for she discovered that the poor wretch’s feet were in a pitiabla condition, swollen and cut snd bruised from what must have been a long journey over stones and stubble. They were tied up in old bits of rag 1n lieu of shoes, and these Rita removed and bathed the poor bleeding members in warm water. It was not pleasant nor an easy task, but she looked now and then at the little silver cross on ber watch chain and worked bravely on in His name. When she had made her patient quite clean and comfortable he fell asleep, evidently from sheer exhaus- tion. As Rita moved softly about the room she stopped now and then to glance at the sieeping man, and she remembered almost with a smile how a short time before she had regarded him as her mortal enemy! Poor fellow! Softened by sleep, his face was still hard and weather-beaten ; but not so altpgether bad and cruel as Rita had thought it when she had first seen it inflamed by evil pas- sions. And then, as she glanced at him, she was conscious of having seen just such a face somewhere before. Like a flash she remembered the notice in the postoflice, the pictures of the two thieves and the description of their appearance. With a beating heart she softly approached a little closer. The sleeper’stight arm was thrown above his head, and on the back of his hand were tattooed the letters “G. L.” George Lewis was the name of the older thief. Yes, it must be be, and the small, dark man, who had made his escape when his companion was shot, must be his cone federate, the other thief. Rita was so frightened by this discovery that she trembled violently. To be alone, perhaps until late at night, with an es- caped convict, with another desperate character hiding somewhere near the house, was enough to have alarmed a much braver gir! than Rita Allison. But a little thought soon made her see that there was but little danger of the return ot thie second thief, who had evidently been badly frightened by the attack of Ben Bolt and by Rita’s pistol. As to her guest, ita looked fearfully at him as he lay sleep, and then she realized that this rong man was completely in her power, is soon as her brother returned, or early hext morning, he could ride into town and inform the Sheriff of the identity of their strange guest. And Rita remems bered the reward! ~ (Concluded next Sunday.) —————— Estelle’s Astronomy. Qur little Estelle ‘Was perplexed when she found That this wonderful world That we live on is round. How 'tis held in its place 1n its orbit 8o true Was apuzzle to her, With no answer in view, It must be,” said Estells, “‘Likea ball in the air That is hung by a string;— But the string isn’t there?” ' ~March St. Nicholas. Chasing Knowledge. Teacher—Jdmes, what makes you late? James—I was pursuing knowledge. Teacher—Pursuing knowledge? What de y?!‘:m“n%vh d ff with my spell- mes—Why, my dog ran off W ine-book and T ran after him.