The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 21, 1896, Page 27

&7 Opportunity. Here is something for all our young | reople to study over. How can we throw | uway “the key of yesterday ?’* | OPPORTUNITY. The key of yesterday | I threw away. % And now, too late, Before to-morrow’s close-locked gate | Helpless I stand—in vain to pray! In vain to sorrow! Only the key of yesterday Unlocks to-morrow. —Outlook. GS\ffo Vma("c\t'ns, I know a winsome little maid, So fair to see— | Her face is like a dainty flower. 1 o lovix She looks upon this world of ours, And all who pass, tent makes beautiful lass. That s; 73 emotion supporting himself with his trunk, | which was wound about one of the marble columns, while two of the stoutest of the duchesses wiped his tears away with the great pillows from the divan. “Oh, my country, my country,” he was saying, *‘I feared thou wert lost forever.”” After a time his Majesty became more | composed and noticed the little boy, who stood holding the litile girl's hand. *‘Brave youth,” he said, “thou nast van- quished the inveder. Half of my king- dom is thine.” By this time the news that the mouse bad fled had epread abroad and the cour- tiers and the guards returned, the king re- | sumed his throne, the embassador of the , subject prince came back from the garden, where he had been vainly trying to climb a tree ever since the invader appeared. The court resumed 1ts magnificence, and the little boy and girl, whose clothes were none of the best, looked strangely out of place. The kingagain addressed the brave young stranger: “‘Speak, youth, and claim what reward | you will. My gratitude knows no bounds.” At this the little boy answered boldly, “Your Majesty, for myself I want nothing, | but for this little girl I beg a morsel of bread, as we have wandered for days in | the woods and are hungryr” At this generous speech the courtiers applauded by stamping on the floor with their forefeet and trumpeting wildly. “You shall banquet with me,” cried the i king, “and then we will talk of future | plans.” ike a rose leaf soft, old her bair. > is marred by frowns, es by tears, I dread s to think £row to beauty rare and deed? ese two teach cea, e begins, place: 'Tis only lovely thoughts can make Nicholas. | l_w\a. | The court was in a state of terrible ex- | citement. Chaboola Boola Khan, king of | the white elephants, trembled as he cried y ud for his guards till his gold-embossed tusks danced about like sunbeams. His | enormous crown, with jewels foot | A NN gs /""JIIV‘l;fiulIIMlmu : Wm" gy 7 VER : - ed the Tears.” e, was hanging from his left ear, and | robe of purple velvet was all | On the polished floor lay the royal xtended, with their feet in the had all fainted. On stools and ans stood the duchesses 1o fortk tomans and 1d ladies of honor to the queen, with | eit robes gathered up. They were all | peting aw as if to save their li've:, i the queen was leading the chorus.” In | 1ce the courtiers could be seen oss the fields, with the king's | guard well in advance. The cause of the panic wa: f the palace by a mouse. ephants, as | 1l known, dread mice. The boldest | 1d most warlike of them dare not con- nd with a mouse, therefore when a e appeared he sauntered down thal invasion | | “They Sucked Up the River.” main avenue of the garden to the palace and into the throneroom. On all s!des the guards fled at sight of him. The king, who was just engaged in an audience with the embassador of a subject prince, started from his seat, and the mouse jumped in the throne and stood as uprightas a grena- dier. At the sight of his bright, cruel eyes and gleaming teeth, the princesses fell fainting. Just as the mouse was going to declaie himself the monarch of the whole coun- try, no one daring to oppose him, a little boy and girl entered the room and looked about them with astonishment. When they perceived the mouse the whole matter was explained, and the boy started forward and with great boldness attacked the tyrant. The mouse, which was so fierce with the elephants, now showed iteelf as great a coward, for it jumped down and ran away faster even than the courtiers had run. The little boy pursued it clear out of the palace grounds. When he re- turned he found the king overcome with | years ago. palace and begged shelter, saying her hus- | | added to her foster-brother’s tale. | was resolved, she said, to share all his | against | Inthe banquet-hall the king sat between the little girl and the boy, and they told him their story. | “Iama prince,” said the boy. *I am ’Dnmar. son of King Gawar, stolen from my father py the wicked Baruck three Baruck’s queen came to our band was pursuing her for her life. The | queen, my mother, took her in and wept | with her. At midnight she rose up and, seizing me from my motber’sside, fled away to her own country, for she had plotted with her husband to do this. Baruck sent a courier telling my father that his wife was mad and had stolen his heir. My father set out immediately, and when he arrived at Baruck’s court he was loaded with chains and confined 1n & dungeon. A messenger was sent to my mother telling her that he was very ill. 1In great distress she journeyed after him, only to share his fate. Baruck then ascended my father’s throne and reigned over both kingdoms. I was sent to the hut of a poor fisherman, who treated me like a son, and this is his daughter, Zella, who is with me. I was three years of age when the queen stole me, and I could not makeresistance. Now I am six years of age, and resolved to fizht for my rights.”’ The little girl very modestly and sweetly She trials and dangers. “*And what will you do now?” asked the king, burying his trunk in a great golden trough of honey. “I will march immediately on the city where Baruck lives and summon him to surrender. If he refuses, I will batter | down the gates and take him alive.” *‘Brave youtn!” exclaimed the king. ‘On one conditition I and my whole army will j 5 *What is the condition?” asked the boy. “That you will defend my kingdom mice whenever the necessity arises.” o With hearty good will the boy gave the promise, and next day the allied forces set out, one of the great lords of the palace carrying the little boy and girl. The king’s army, consisting of thousands of fierce elephants, spread across the plain. They made such a dust that King Baruck, standing on the city wall, could not see what it was advancing. He only heard the voice of the little boy summoning him to surrender, but instead he called all his fighting men and began hurling javelins, darts and great stones from the walls. The darts enraged the elephants to such an extent that, sucking the nearest river into their trunks, with all the mud, | fish, rocks and logs of wood that were in it, they rushed against the walls, throwing them down. Againstthe kingand | his fighting men they then discharged the river, sweeping them away. A log struck Baruck and knocked him down, an eel fell about his neck and a codfish got down his back. He fled, howling, and his queea followed him. The brave young prince re- leased his father and mother from their prison, and they were restored to their honors and dignity. In return for the trespasses of Baruck his kingdom was declared forfeited and was added to that of Gawar. Far from despising his son’s fealing for | the little fisher girl, the good king en- | couraged their affection, and she was made a great princess, while her father became fishmonger extraordinary to the palace. Great feasts were given 1n honor of the white elephants and their king and a firm alliance was made. Young Prince Damar made himself such a terror, to mice that none dare venture to invade the territory of his allies, who easily re- pelled all other foes, and there was happi- ness and peace in all the land.—Chicago Record. :flu Sor Eighty ("cnlju “I'll take you to my favorite restaurant,” saia my friend, the professor, “and we’ll have some breakfast. It isn’ta very ex- pensive place, but it’s clean, and that’s all Iask. It'sjustaround the coraer.” 1 assented, and we were soon seated at a table with a smling waiter standing be- side it. “It's ham-and-eggs day, sir,” he said. 1 looked at him in surprise. ou see,” explained the professor, “I find it bard to make up my mind what to eat, £o I choose seven things that I like and have & day in the week for each.” “All right,” said I, *I'll take ham and eggs, t0o.”” ““T'wo cups of coffee, please, and oranges first,”” my host added as the waiter hur- ried off. «Did you ever stop to think,” asked my friend, “what a lot of trouble it takes to fix up such a breakfast?” _ “No,” said I, “but I suppose it does THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 21, 1896 take some trouble. It has to be cooked.” “I like to think,” he mused, “of the| thousands of dollars it takes—"’ *Thousands of dollars!’’ I echoed. *‘Yes, thousands of dollars and men and years of time. And it always makes my breakfast taste better when I think of it.” “I wish you'd explain. I haven’'t much appetite.” “Just suppose, for instance, that you were to set to work to prepare such & | breakfast with nobody to help you. That will help you to realize the trouble that other people take. Let’s take these two oranges to start with. These probably came from California; most of the Florida crop failed. That means a trip out West.” “Why; how do you make that out?” * *You must understand that you are to | have no planters or buyers or shippers or anybody else. You are to do all that work yourself. Now, an orange tree yields good fruit in about seven or eight years. So we can travel to California, plant a seed and wait, say seven years, for our two oranges. While we are waiting | we can take ship and visit Hinaustan.”” “Hindustan! What’s that for?” “I just noticed a few black spots on top | of that egg. That’s pepper and we must | get some. The pepper bush would be ready in three years, and then we could prepare our few grains of pepver and be back in time for oranges. We'd go home wiser and quite hungry, but it wouldn’t be breakfast time yet. “The next place would be Brazil, where we'd raise a few coffee-beans. That would take oneyear. Then onour way back we'd stop at Cuba for four lumps of sugar. We | could find a little patch of land to raise cane—that is, unless the insurgents were too busy raising Cain themselves to give us a chance. It would take a year to raise and grind it, and then for home and that long-delayed breakfast. “The ham is now about theonly trouble- some thing left. We could buy a pig, kill and dress him—or at least you could; you are preparing this breakfast, you know— and cure a ham. Then we’d be nearly ready. We'd only have to raise a crop of wheat, grind some of it, make some yeast and finally a loaf of bread. Then buy a cow for milk and butter and a hen for the eggs and procure some salt. We could dry a little of the ocean for that. “Then I think we’d all be ready. Of course I could compel you by the terms of our agreement to make all the plates, the cutlery and the glasses, but I'll let you off, for here comes the waiter.” I watched the professor anxiously as he dived down into his pockets. I wondered if he had enough money to pay so enor- mous a bill. “You see,’” he said with a smile, “what a lot 80 centa can buy.” “Some such calculation as that,’’ he ob- served as we rose to go, “helps one to real- 1ze these advantages of civilization that we hear so much about. There are thou- sands of men all over this earth busily working to furnish you with a breakfast. and I believe thatnot one person ina thousand ever thinks of it.” CHE RIDE QF THE TWQ L1TTLE BROWNS MARY ELIZARETH STONE. A boy that was spare fair Were riding from school in town, With a pony and cart, through the heart of the mart, Drove Edgar and Elinor Brown. The brow of the lad was exceedingly glad, With never a sign of a frown, While with grace in her place and a smile on her face Rode sweet little Elinor Brown. But alas for the day and alas for the way, (O Edgar, O Elinor Brown!) If a harness were sound would it drop to the ground On the smooth, even streets of a town ? and a girl that was je. In a ponyless cart, in the heart of the mart, Sat Edgar and Elinor Brown, While the frolicsome bay, with a gay little neigh, Went galloping out of the town. Then laughter broke loud from the men in the crowd, For folk love a joke in the town; But gayest of all in the street or the stall Were Edgar and Elinor Brown. Their carriage was light, they’d no fright of the night, Brave Edgar and Elinor Brown! So they plodded the way of the frolicsome bay To their home in the outskirts of town. ’Twas a sight for a dream, this brisk little team; Bold Edgar swung strides through the town, While with grace in her pace and a hot, happy face Ran sweet little Elinor Brown. | water 27 CThe Anget Crira. A great many years ago there lived in quaint old Monterev a young Spanish fisherman and his beautiful briae. Every morning long ere the sun bad risen he and Juanita, his wife, went down to the water’s edge where the boats lay. | Now Juanita dreaded always to have him leave her, even if only for a day, for she felt that the great blue sea might carry him down, so she was wont to throw her arms around his neck when the time for parting came and beg him not to leave her; bat Juan, to guiet her fears, woula jump gayly into his boat and laughingly vet tenderly cry, “Adios, my beautiful Juanita.” Sitting on the soft sand she watched the tiny boat until it was only a speck. Then, when the great sun climbed higher and higher over the bay and the moon was sinking out of sight, she sweetly sang: Soft o'er the fountain, Lingering falls the southern moon; Far o’er the mountain Breaks the day too soon. Jumping np she hastened to her little adobe house, which stood on a hill over- looking the water, busying herself all day with simple duties. Evening found her again on the beach, waiting and watching for her beloved Juan. One happy morning lying beside them was a beautiful baby boy. As they were looking with love upon him a pure white dove appeared and perched itself above the boy. Juan and Juanita were breathless and soon all the town came to see the babe and the white dove. The parents were happier than ever after their home had been so blessed. Their boy grew and was a beautiful child—so gentle and kind and loving that the senores and senoritas called him “The Angel Child.” No other name knew he, and the beauti- ful white dove was his constant compan- ion, either perched on his shoulder or hopping at his feet. The angel child loved the calm blue bay and was never so happy as when the great billows kissed his feet. His soul was full of music and song and almost everv day he might be seen with his mamma’s guitar, wandering through the streets, over the hills and into the woods, bringing forth sweet strains as he went. Years passed by—then a baby brother came to the angel child. Happy he was, indeed, and cried, “Oh, beautiful mother, [ shall show him my dearly loved fairies of the woods. To the water’s edge I'll take him and summon forth the queen and her gay nymphs. To his ear I'll hold my guitar and all the music of the birds and the soft notes of the trees and flowers and grasses he will hear.” Juanita could say no word to her angel child, for her heart filled with sadness, while her eves shone with love blinded by her tears, as she looked upon his sweet face. ‘When another year had passed the baby brother had gone; left the poor angel child grieving. His guitar brought forth no more notes of joy and gladness. It was Christmas night. The rain fell in torrents, while the great billows from the angry sea dashed against the rocks of the shore. Inside the tiny house “the angel child” was going to God. In the next room, coo- ing and moaning, beating its wings against the window-pane, was the dove, grieving { for its companion. Ere the sun was in the east the sweet spirit of the fisherman’s child had passed away. ‘When Juanita left the bedside of her boy she found the bird lying cold and stiff in death. The sorrowing ones placed the two side by side, and over their grave hovers ever a snow-white dove. MavpE WESTPHAL. Would Rather Work Than Be Idle A gentleman once advertised for a man to look after his pony and to attend to the garden as well. Several applied for the place, out of which the gentleman picked four, and told them to come the next morning for an interview. Accordingly, at the time appoiuted, they came; but the gentleman, wishing to try them, told his servant to say that he would see them in half an hour. One said he could not stand about all that time, so he went off to the public-house; another said he would have a pipe, so he sat down on the doorstep and smoked the time away; the third took out a bock and read; but the fourth, seeing some weeds growing up, began to work, and cleared the yard by the time the gentleman was ready for them. The fourth was the one chosen, for, said the gentleman, ‘‘a man who will willingly work for another in his own time will be sure not to waste his master’s time”; and 80 he got the situation, because he would rather work than do nothing. H. BERKELEY SCORE. She Could Count. A poorly ciad little girl went into a sta- tioner’s shop the other day. She wished to buy some writing-paper, and finally was shown some at 15 cents a quire. “How much will haif a quire be?” she inquired in a Rlaintive little voice. ““Ten cents,” replied the assistant. “1f you please, I'll take the other haif.” — e A Little Shaver. A gentleman was shaving himself, when his little daughter, aged 6, found her way into the room. Presently her elder sister entered and said: *‘Muy, come out; you mustn’t stay here while papa is shaving.” “] guess [ can, then,” replied the little wit, ‘}uickl ‘I guess I can, ’cause papa says I'm alittle shaver.” ————— A Garter Snake That Felt Like an Electric Shock. Told by E. W. Haughton of Duaut, Tulare County, Inthe early '50’sI was placer miningon Sher- locks Creek in Mariposa County. One warm summer morning, while engaged in what min- ers call stripping—1. e,, clearing off a piece of bedrock—I uncovered an unusually brilliant garter-snake. It represented all the colors of the rainbow and was so bright and beautiful that I resolved to preserve it. I tied its head and tail together and usea it as a band for my straw hat. I resumed my work and pretty soon forgot all about the novel hatband I was wearing. My dress was in accord with the warm weather, and consisted simply of a pair of blue overalls and a loose hickory shirt. Now, the snake being alive and naturally re- senting its rather unusual position, in its en- deavors to escape gradually twisted and squirmed itself up over the crown of my hat. From there it fell to the brim and then dropped down between my shirt and warm-perspiring flesh, a long living coil of twisting ice. A shock from Edison’s best and biggest battery would pale into insignificance in com- parison. In the fraction of a second that shirt lay in ribbons at my feet and the poor harmless snake became & mangled mass under the heavy soles of my big mining boots, prov- ing conclusively the inherent and utter de- pravity of man, also the latent tigerishness that is ever ready to leap out on the least provocation. In conclusion let me say that this amusing and absurd piece of folly is perhaps excusable on the plea that at the time I was a mere boy. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., June 14, 1896. Dear Editor: Iama little girl 11 years old. My papa takes THE CaLL, and I like to read “The Childhood’s Realm” very mueh. I have two brothers, Dannie and Willie. I have two sisters, Sarah and Clara. Clara is six months old andsbe has two teeth. Iwill close now, hoping to see my letter in next SUNDAY'S CALL. I remain, your friend, IRENE SHANNON. COLLEGE CITY, Cal., June 10, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa takes THE CALL, and I ke to read the children’s page and like the stories very much. We live on a very large ranch. My papa hasa good deal of hay this year and lots of grain. We have a nice play- house and 8 great many dolls. We live two and a half miles from town. We went to school and had a lovely teacher whose name is Mrs., Laura Henslee. I have two little sisters, one is 9 and the otheris 7. Ihave a fine doll and call her Guinline Cain, and my sisters each have a doil. My school is out now and my teacher has gone to Sissons. I like to go to school very much. My ]‘lel says no San Franeisco dafly can come into his house but THE CALL. Please do not throw this in the waste-basket as it is my first letter, and you will encourage me very much by printing it. LEVERRIER CAIN, age 11 years. 18 UN1OX BTREET, SANTA CRUZ, CAL§ June 14, 1896. Dear Editor : T have never tried to guess the puzzles before, and as we haven’t been taking THE CALL very long, I am very much excited about the children’s page. Mr. Grant of this city is ouragent. We took the Chronicle beforeand there is no children’s page. I'think I'l1 send you the answers that I think are right to the puzzles in June 14. ANNIE BELLE BAILEY. SAN FRANCISCO, June 14. Dear Editor: 1 am sorry I negleoted sending in my answers for the past two weeks. It was not because I did not get them, but because my grandma presented me with a safety for being promoted withuut having to take the examina- tions, and I forgot each week until it was too late. ALICE BELL. i “Now, Tommy, I want you to deliver this to Mr. Jones, and see that nothing happens to it.” 1L Tommy starts on his journey, not wishing to {righten any one., 1 e 7 i et 8 o oy oo 415 [ { But the little Brown boys are deeply inter- ested in a thrilling bear story, when— Iv. the bear appears! —From St. Nicholas. 2 BERKELEY, Cal. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CALL, and I hope it will please you. I enjoy the children’s page very much. I am going to answer the puzzles. I go to the Le Conte School and am in the sixth grade. Our schoot closed June 5, and 1_was promoted. My papa takes THE CALL, but I never wrote any lettera. Imustclose. Your friend, _ EvA FRAME, 11 years old. i Editor: e HIS REASON. I asked my papa. one night after tes, ‘What made him love a gisl like me; A girl full of mischief and romp and play— As diff'rent from sister as Right from day. And he told me that God bad sent him his girls, And he prized them more than the rarest pearls; ‘That one was bright as a ray of the sun, And theother, whose life had not long since begun, Wasa little atar, full of sweeiness and love, Guiding Rim 10 his heavenly mansion above; And he told me that God wanted sister with him, And h:’d call for her soon. Then his eyes grew dim, And ne hugged me close, as I sat on his knee, And told me that that was why he loved me;— ‘That I was cheerful and bright like the sun, ‘To cheer bis sad heart when his “Star” was gone. T. H. COWELL. 8AN FRANCISCO, June 14, 1896. Dear Editor: My father has been taking THE CaLL for the last twenty-five years and we like it very much, especially the children’s page. This is my first letter to you. Igoto the North Cosmopolitan School on Filbert street. My principal’s name is Miss McKinzey and my teacher’s name is_Mrs. E. F. Seibold. The puz- zle of June 14, W is a door not a door? Amwn—wgun it is ajar or when it isopen. I hope my letter will be published and my zle also, Tam 12 years and 10 months. your friena, [FRIEDA BCHNIBB! NorTH BN JUaN, Cal, June 11, 1896. Dear Editor: I am a little girl 11 years old and am in the fifth grade, I live in the uz- Te- E. country. Before we lived here we lived in Colfax, Wash., and before that I lived in Ta coma, Wash. Our school is out now. . My papa sent for THE WEEKLY CALL about & month ago, but it has no. come yet. [ have two pet cats named Blossom and Snowball. | My brother is writing to you now. I will send | you the answers of three of the puzzles I think are correct. 1 hope to see this in print. Your little reader, MIN¥IE LEWELLYN. GOODYEARS BAR, Sierra County, June 10. Dear Editor: I havebeen reading the “Child- bood’s Realm” for some time and like it very much. I have guessed the answersof three ?ue'flom, which I shall send you. This is all can write this time. CLARA KENNEDY. Aged 14 years. Dear Editor: Imust tell you of a dear little girl I know. Her name is Nugget, but her mamma calls her Ruby. The reason her papa wanted her called Nugget was they were Eastern people and never had any little boys or girls, but while papa and mamma spent a year in California, in search of specimens for an Eastern college, little Ruby was born. So papa insisted upon calling her that odd name, because, he said, it was the finest nugget he would take away, as well as the most valuable, This dear little girl has light hair, just like threads of spun gold, and her mamme parts it in the middle and ties the pretty golden curls back by each littie pink ear with pretty blue ribbons. And she does look so pretty and sweet, with her little bricht face and dark brown eyes that see everything. Little Ruby lived with her papa and mamms and grandma. The poor old lady sometimes had neuralgia, which is a very severe pain in her head. Now the daughter-in-law was a very good woman, and she used to put a water-bag filled with hot water to the head of the dear old lady. Little Ruby was very fond of her “dear gran’ma,” as she used to say, and would often slip in the room and be as still as a little mouse when the poor old lady would moan with the pain. Well, one day grandma was sick and baby Ruby (who you must know was just 214 years old) came on tiptoe out of grandma’s room and quietly closed the door and came into the kitchen looking very thoughtful, but as mamma was putting dinner on the table she did not notice her much. As they sat down to the table she called her little pet. “Ruby—Ruby, dear, here is papa; come to your dinner,” but no Ruby answered, so they looked everywhere; all over the house—be- hind the pretty new sofa in the parlor, in the closets, in the back yard, but no baby. Just then they heard a moan ina closet they had overlooked. And there was little Ruby lying {on a comfortable that had been laid on the closet floor temporarily, “Mamma, I'se so sick—my head’s hurtin’ me—d’eadful—perfec’ly d'eadful—put a hot Jater bag to it—your little darlin’ d’eadful ick. Well, her papa laughed and laughed, but he filled & bottle with werm water, tied a8 rag around it and laid it beside her head. “Now I'se jus’ like dear g’an’ma.” They left her there while they ate their din- ner and little Ruby fell asieep and siept a long time—well, long enough for mamma to do up the work and run up to tell grandma. Now, wasn't she a dear little Ruby, and | don’t you think she must have looked cunning | lying there asleep? Lura HopbeEr HOLMES. Dear Editor: 1send you this story: BEN'S LOOK FOR THE NICKEL. | Oneday alittle boy by the name of Ben lost | & nickel down a crack. He did not know that | the board in which the nickel was lost was loose and that he could get his nickel up again. So he went in the house crying, y mother! oh, mother! I have lost my nickel | that you gave me.” His mother told his father to get it for Ben. His father lifted up the board and the nickel was found. Ben was so glad thst for Christmas he gave his mamma and papa a silk handkerchief, and he gave them each & gold waich, and was very happy after that. LAURA M. SAWYER, 15 Hill street. SN FraxcIsco, June 15, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa has taken THE CALL for a long time, and I enjov reading the “Childhood’s Realm” very much. This is my first letter to the letter-box column, and I hope it will miss the waste- basket. T have a Maltese cat named Smoky, and she has three kittens. Our dog ran in the yard to get away from the poundman, and he has staid with us ever since, so we call him Lucky. I will send you my answers (o some_puzzles in the paper for June 14, and hope_they will e ri FREDDIE NORMAN 10 years old. SWEETLAND, Cal., June 5. Dear Editor: It is some time since I wrote for the children’s page. I want to thank you for publishing my letter and story in THE CALL, and by your doing so I received many letters from old schoolmates of mine. They are interested in the page, too. They saw my | namein the paperand wrote and said they would write to THE CALL also. I solved some of the puzzles best, but did not succeed with all. Isend a puzzle for the children’s page, and next week I am going to write a true | snake story if you will publish it. I remain your friend, OSCAR ANGILLEY, age 11 years. CALISTOGA, Cal., June 16, 1896. Dear Editor: I have become interested in “Childhood’s Realm,” although if you could see me you wouldn’t think I looked much like a child. Everybody thinks I am 15 or 16, when I am only 13. Ilike to read very much and do read a good deal. Iread anything in the papers, from the “Donald Series” up to the murders and politi- cal news. 1 have solved some of the puzzles and send my answers and aiso send a puzzle which I have made up and I would like to see it in the puzzle column next Sunday, that is if you think it is good enough. Well, I shall ciose hoping I am not 00 old to be numbered among our friends. for you see this is the first time have written to you. Your friend, EVA NAVONE. NORTH SAN JUAN, Cal., Jupe 11, 1896, Dear Editor: This is my first letter. My papa takes THE CALL and I have been reading all the letters and thought I would write one woo. Ilivein the country and I am in the fourth grade. Well, I will close, hoping I will see my letter in the next paper. Iremain your little friend, STEPHEN LEWELLYN. Nine years old. PSZZLES. Answers to puzzies and questionsof June 14: 1. When it's ajar (a jar). IT. The letter “M.” 1IL. “The Call speaks for all.” V. Kate, date, gate, late, rate, mate, hate, fate, pate. V. ““old Glory.” VI. Time and tide wait for no man. | VIL () Thimbleberry. (b) Strawberry, () Gooseberry. {'XH. (a) Strain, train, rain. (b) Grace, race, ace. (¢) Wheat, heat, eat. Answer to Correspondents. The original number of stars in the flag o the United States was thirteen. Also the num- ber of stripes, red and white alternately, was thirteen, in horor of the first States of the Union. The number of stripes has remained unchanged. The stars increase as the new States of the Union are added. Correct answers t¢ or a majority of ques- been received for June , Clara Kennedy, Xavier Meiret, Mabel and Willie Edwards and Fannie Kingsland. For June 14 from Alice Bell, Donna Otey, Eva Navone, M. J.Selig, Fred Norman, Catherine Adams, May McCarthy, Eva Frame, P. C. Innes, Johu Morrison, Annie Branagen, Annie Bell Bailey, Lillie Steadman, Gladys Brock, Mabel 8. Ivey, Solomon Rhottenbargar, Lucy Moeller, Etta Peabody and Lillie Mas® kow. For May 31 from Minnie Lewellyn. Puzzle Department. 1. What is that which every passenger, even the most careful, always loses on the trans- Atlantic steamers during his first "if? . SELIG. II. Dropyed vowels. Well.known proverbs. (a) ;N FTHRS MK FN BRDS (») LESVRK, ND N PLY MKSJCK DLL BY IIL Pi. — Wise sayings. (a) EEEEEAA N TTTT LBHYV. (b) TU SO FO DO SA GH SG ASEIANAE. IV. Arrange the letters of these words so they will form a proverb: CART. HEARTH. BE RIDES, LID. V. Take a vehicle, a circle and a slender cord and make a %‘rh name. VL I em the name of a prominent man in United States and am spelled with letters 8. 1. Icontain useful animals and the liquid food they furnish man; also troublesome small animals, an insect, a fur-bearing animal, & boy’s name, a slender cord, a kind of earth, an untruth, a linear measure, a look, a f\;lt Where minerals are dug, an_instrument to fas- ten and open locks, water congealed to hard- Dess, & legal claim, to chop into small pieces, & building drying and burning bricks, and o fiuid Used, iu writing.