The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 11, 1896, Page 24

THE SAN .FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1896. A “Life’s skies are soft and clear and blue, Life’s fields with treasures teeming; | O'er fruits and flowers of varied hue | Life’s golden sun is streaming.” —Professor A. N. Barret. Another week of vacation! Happy boys and girls! Think of it! Time in this lovely golden season {0 wander through brilliant woods, to listen to the sweet music of chirping cricket and rust- ling leaf, and to watch the frisky, chatter- ing squirrel as he leaps from bough to bough busily gathering acorns and nuts for his winter food. | When your happy little time is over come back to work again with your hearts as well as your hands filled to overflow- ing with treasures rare from generous na- ture’s store. Several letters and stories written on | both sides of the paper were received dur. | ing the past week. Please remember not | to do that. Write ONLY ON ONE EIDE OF YOUR PAPER. | Marie Chesworth.—Your stories are both quite good, but too .long. Try a short story. CHEIR CLYB. By Bessie V. Taylor. ‘What times the girls had deciding what | kind of a club to form! Lillian and Daisy, who always shared their secrets, were puz- | zling their curly heads overit whena merry-faced boy marched in. “We've just been having the jolliest time; why didn’t you come when I waved to you?”’ “Well, we did want to,” Lillian an- swered, ‘“but we were thinking of some- thing. Oh, Bert, do tell us what to do. We giri€ want to get up a little club.” Brother Bert could not fail them now, so after looking serious for a moment he said, “Why not try a glee club? Just meet at each other’s homes and make candy or popcorn. We boys might join as honorary members and help dispose of | the refreshments.’” Just then the doorbell rang and the next moment their friend Myrtle came in. Bert gave her his chair and after the | general greetings she exclaimed, “I be- lieve I have hit on a plan, girls. Down at Clare we had a little society and made and sold things for poor people—"" “A capital ideal” interrupted Bert, “if you don’t have a glee clubIam sure a home mission would be just the thing. You could surely make some mittens by next spring!” “Now, Bert Curtiss,” exclaimed Lillian, “if you dre so bound to bother us we’ll go straight upstairs.” “So sorry to leave you, ladies,”” Bert re- plied with much gravity, “but really I must go. Here’s success to the newly formed Home Mission for the Nesdy!” and waving his hat he bowed and leit the room. The girls laughed, but were soon ear- nestly discussing their plans. Mrs. Cur- tiss came in unnoticed, but finding them talking so earnestly she quietly closed the door. On the following Wednesday, when the boys were out playing again, “I say, Bert,” cried Ralph Fay, “what’s going on at your house? Are the girls having a party ?” “I guess not. Why?”’ “Well, I've seen six or eight go in since school closed.” “Oh!” and Bert gave a low whistle, “I suppose that is the new clu! After supper that night Lillian told her father ail about the club and its officers. “Of course we had to have a president, so we all voted for Myrtle; then we chose Cora for secretary and I am treasurer.” Lillian noticed & twinkie in papa’s eye, so she added: ‘‘Yousee we have officers| likeany-society.” “I suppose, father,” Bert said, “that they will want to keep their money in your safe next.” d “No,” explained Lillian, “I have a place for that. Each of us pays 5 centsa week, and we have 50 cents already. I know, papa,” Lilhan continued, “Bert doesn’t think we'll do anything, but he’ll fina he’s mistaken, I'll tell you next Wednes- day what we are planning. Now we are making little bolders to sell.” “I think,"’ said mamma, ‘‘that the girls are beginning well, and may be a real help to some one if they keep on.” *“We shall try,”’ Lillian answered, and getting her good-night kisses she went up to her room. - That same night another little girl took her good-night kiss much earlier, and by this time was fast asleep. Her mamma sat near her in their scantily furnished room, and looked sadly at the face of the little steeper. “If Icould only get it,” she was think- ing, “but I cannot afford it for a year or so: then, perbaps, that little ankle will be so weak that even a good brace would not help it.” and she wiped away the tears that would come as she thoughtof the days when this room had been so differ- ent—the days before the death of Addie’s father. Now they were so lonely. Aadle was the only child, and the thought that . » | she might be lame added many a heart- ache. At school the little girl was a general favorite, and Miss Fay, her teacher, who noticed how the weak little ankle turned at every step, talked kindly to her about it, and secretly wished thatshe might help the child, yet saw no way to do it. However, she told Mrs. Curtiss about it one day. *“I am sure she could be helped,”’ Lillian’s mother had answered. “I am going to the city this week, and shall ascertain what can be done.” * % % = The following Wednesday the girls met as usnal, and were a little surprised when Mrs. Curtiss came in, and said if they were willing, she would present a little plan to them. She then told them of a recent visit with Miss Fay to a certain tiny home, and ex- plained their intention of getting a.brace for Addie. .‘Oh, Mrs. Curtiss!” Myrtle exclaimed, “‘you mean that we may help. How glad we shall all be!” Mrs. Cartiss smiled. “I am not a mem- ber of the club,” she said, “so please ex- | cuse me now.” ‘Wasn't that club pleased with the idea! Of course each one agreed with the presi- dent thatit was a splendid idea. “Now your brother Bert and Ralph will see that we are in earnest,” Daisy cried to Lillian. > I need not tell you all the ways in plainly visible. ‘It stood partly open, and they saw a dark passage beyond. “Sball we have to go through there?” asked Dotty, shuddering. “Yes; now, girls, don’t be afraia.” As they entered they all felt a trifle “creepy,’”’ for the place was gloomy and the air damp. At last they came to a flight of dark winding stairs. Ascending these they found themselves in a spacious hall, with doors opening on all sides, and to the left acain rose another-flight of stairs. Looking around they discovered four large and two smaller rooms upon this floor, connected by narrow doors and hay- ing long windows. After peering into all the corners they visited the old and weather-beaten cupola. It consisted of a large room, having eight sides, each containing a window. *Oh! what a splendid view,’’ cried Bes- sie, springing to one of the windows, and, indeed, 1t was. On the right lay Wood- land, snug and quiet, peacefully reposing amid its many trees, with the smooth waters of the bay dotted here and there by the snowy sails of many boats and shining tarce. On the left Lynne loomed up, while toward the back rose the lofty foothills, with -tte smoke from many farmhouses rising and cuarling in graceful wreaths through the air, and everything blue, green and gold in the warm glow of the sunligit. Far below a noisy lttle puffing engine ran by screeching and screaming, as if with much satisfaction toitself. Its noise mingled strangely with ti:e glad songs of the merry birds that flew in and out, busily engaged in building their nests in the old rooms, and not at all seeming to mind the presence of the visitors, who were awed and quieted by the sublimity of the scene spread before them as they stood in the old tower of the ‘“‘haunted castle.” Gne éf:\l('n&-/nnt(li Ten little children standing in a line, “F-u-l-y, fully,” then there were nine. Nine puzzled faces, fearful of their fate, which the club raised the money, only this: Mrs. Curtisd got the brace and the girls paid for it, earning the whole amount. It-is.bard .to tell who had the most pleasure out of it. Addie and her mother felt the deepest of gratitude, but the girls all declared that they never enjoyed any- thing quite so much as their work, in what Bert called their **Home Mission.’” S HAUNCED CASTLE. PART L By I. M. Robbins. WHAT THEY SAW. It was built of granite, with numerous windows, and broad marble steps leading up to a wide entrance. What had been a fine cupola sat upon the top of the build- ing, keeping watch over the surrounding country. Now, part of the walls were faller, some of the steps gone, and the whole place was in a state of decay. *‘How shall we get in?"” asked Alice Burton, “those steps are not safe, and the windows are too high for us to reach, besides—'" 4 “Never mind, Alice,” broke in her brother, ‘I know how to getin. Follow me,” and off he trotted in such haste that his companions were forced to run in or- der to keep up with him. Around at the back of the house he stopped beside a small door,which was “C-i1-1y, silly,” then there were eight. Eight pairs of blue eyes, bright as stars of heaven, s ‘B-u-s-s-y, busy,” then there were seven. Seyen grave heads, shaking, in an awful fix, “Lra-i-d-y, 1ady,” then there were six. Six eager darlings, determined each to strive, “D-u-t-i-e, duty,” then there were five. Five hearts so anxious, beating more and more, #8-¢-0-l-l-a-T, scholar,” then there were four. Four mouths like rosebuds on a red rose tree, “M-e-1-y, merry,” then there were but three. Three pairs of pink ears, listening keen and true, “O-n-l-e-y, only,” then there were two, Two sturdy hddlél, ready both to run, “T-u-r-k-y, turkey,” then there was one. One head of yellow hair, bright in the sun, “‘H-e-r-o, hero”—the spelling-match was won. —New Orleans Picayune. Swes by Hig Mog. Herman Hutter and Charles Whitman of Missoula, armed with rifles and accom- panied by a deerhound, one day went up the Rattlesnake River in quest of ame. They climbed the mountains to the left of the stream and separated, taking opposite sides of the ridge in hopes of bagging a deer. Whitman came down the Rattle- snake side, and soon after separating from his companion he slipped and fell, sliding some 200 feet down the mountain side. He vainly tried to stop himself by digging into the snow with his hands and clutch- ing at brush and saplings tili, just as he was about to fall over the cliff into the Rattlesnake, some forty feet below, he clasped a strong sapling with one hand and was left dangling in the air over the precipice. By a strong effort he got his like a great mirror of glass in the dis- arm round’ the sapling, and grasping his wrist with the disengaged hand he awaited his inevitable fall. The dog, seeing his master slip, followed him to the edge of the cliff and whined piteously. Sudidenly he dashed off over the hill and disap- peared. When nearly exhausted Whit- man heard his companion, Hutter, above him, coming to his assistance. He gath- ered renewed courage and held on'desper- ately till Hutter came and rescued him. Hutter says that the dog came up to him and 2eized hold of his clothing, whininz. He turned upon him and the dog ran off. Repeating the strange maneuver, Hutter suspected that something was wrong and followed the dog to Whitman's rescue.— Helena Independent. A Wam('ng. “No, no!l” said Uncle Silas To puzzled little May, Who brought her slate and asked for help In her most winsome way. “1 know that Jong division Is anything but fun, But use your brains or lose 'em Is the rule, my little one. * Come, see this little scale bug, Right here beneath my glass, I'll tell you, if you'll listen, How it came to such a pass. “It had a head once ana some legs, And traveled to and fro, In the gamiest sort of fashion, Where'er it wished to go. “ And within its little cranium Ithad ideas, too, It wanted this or that, and then Looked hard for it, like you. “ But it never made its living In an honest sort of way, It sucked the juices from the tree— Stole its groceries, you might say. “ Let the peach-tree pump its water, The lazy little mite! In short, was good for nothing, Like any parasi te. * Then it idler grew and sleepler, Curled up each dumpy leg, And, to use a common figure, Hung itself up on a peg. * Gave up walking, gave up thinking, Gave up eating, too, at last, And then its dreadful, dreadful fate O’ertook it sure and fast. « Tts legs krow small and smaller Till it hadn’t any left, And its head kept shrinking, shrinking Till it was of that bereft. « Then it grew an ugly little lump, Headless, footless, as you see, A feqrful, fearful warning, Little one, to you and me. “ Oh, let us use our hands and heads Lest we should ever come To the most melancholy end Of this Lecanium! « Work out your own hard problems And wait upon yourself, And never while you live at all Be laid upon the shelf!” M. H. FieLp. Kittens must Not bure During School Hours —! INTERNATIONAL COURTEST. The want of cordial feeling between France and Germany makes itself appar- ent on all occasions. A German periodical describes a littlo scene at the dinner-table of a Swiss hotel, where a Frenchman and a German sat opposite each other. “You are a Frenchman, I suppose,” said the German, when the meal was half over. b “Yes,” wns the reply; ‘but how did you find it out?”’ t “*Because you eat so much bread,” said the German. Then there was silence till dinner was nearly done, when the Frenchman said: “You are a German, I presume?’’ “Iam; but what made you think so?” ‘“Because you eat so much of every- thing,” was the amiable retort. —————— ““Well, Johnnie,” said the visitor, I suppose you'll begin going to school again very soon.” *Yes.” *Do you like zoing to school ?’ ““Yes; it's staying there after I get there that I don’t like.”—Harper’s Round Table. A teacher said to a little girl at school: “If a naughty girl should hurt you, like a good girl you would forgive her, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, m catch her.” e o R e e SRR RS S SR A ), m,” she replied, “if I couldn’t * My Gobolink. ‘Who will name it and compose a little rhyme about it? A ANTOINETTE. CRAWFORD. PFPY TALES NO. 38 By Olive Heyden e HOW PUPPY LEARNED NOT TO MIND. ‘When we first had the doggie George taueht him to mind. He wasso round and fat that when he ran he rolled all over himself, but he was very bright and George soon taught him to carry astick. He woald speak to puppy and throw a little stick across the porch and Mr. Doggie would waddle after it and take it back to him. Alice and I thought it was cute and we would try to make him do it for ms. George said we would spoil him, because whenever he wouldn’t mind us and ‘““acted” we would pick him up'and hug bim. That isn’t the ri-ht way to do, and I hope if you ever try to train a dog you will be firm and make him mind. The puppy soon got so he would try to make us iaugh by ranning away with the stick, and by barking at it and dancing around it with his head on one side and his big ears flapping over his eyes. He always obeyed George quite well, but that young man refused to teach him to do tricks just as soon as we began to spoi him. The way the little fellow did not mind us was funny. If we called him to us he would run off, or else roll-over and over on the ground and wave his feet in toe air. If we tried to send him after a stick he would 2limb up into our laps. ‘When we wished him to liestill he would bite our shoes and pull our clothes, and when we were in for a romp he would lie lown and wink and blink at us, as though he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open. Altogether he was a cunning but very naughty little doggie. Two Good Recipes. SIMPLE GINGERBREAD. 1 cup of molasses, %4 cup of butter (gen- erous), 134 cups of flour (scant), 1 egg, %4 teaspoonful soda dissolved in a little hot water, 34 teaspoonful ginger. Hot water with soda dissolved in it stirred into the molasses. For children allowed any form of sweets, this gingerbread is the simplest the writer has ever found. QUICK MOLASSES CANDY. 1 cup molasses, 14 cup sugar, 1 teaspoon- ful vinegar, 1 piece of butter the size of a nutmeg. Boil fifteen minutes. — Baby- hood. ONLY SHNOW. Not a few well-authenticated anecdotes go to show that even the people who en- joy the advantages of travel are often sadly unenlightened. A lady who has recently returned from a Mediterranean trip says that as the ship was leaving the harbor of Athens a well- -THE tAST ONEL INe dressed lady passenger approached the captain, who was pacing the deck, and. pointing to the distant hills covered with snow, asked, *“What is that white stuff on the hills, captain?’ “That is snow, madam,” answered the captain. % ““Now is it really?”’ remarked the lady. “I thought so, but a gentleman just told me it was Greece.” TRYING TO WHISTLE. Joey puckered his little mouth to whistle, His mouth so sweet and rosy and small, kut a smile crept out from a sunny aimple, . Straightened the pucker and spoiled it all. Youth’s Companion. ARMONA, Kings County. Dear Editor: 1 am a boy 12 years of age. I live on a farm and go to school and I am in the seventh grade. We take THE CALL and like it very much. I enjoy reading the chil- dren’s page. I am a Republican. I wish I were a man and a good speaker. Then I would stump the State for William McKinley. Your friend, JOHNNY ELLENA. 8AN Fraxcisco, Oet. 7, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 have seen many letters in THE CALL, and I thought I would write one, too. I am in the Mifth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Crogan. We have been taking THE CALL for about two years. I like to read the children’s page very much. 1 am 10 years old. Iwill close now. Iremain your friend. CHRISTIAN VANDERVEEN. BERKELEY, Cal., Oct. —, 1896. . Dear Editor Children's Page: My father has taken THE CALL for twenty-one years and although I am only 12 yearsold I have read the.paper ever since I was old enough to read. Ieven learned tho‘ alphabet irom your paper. | Iam a Berkeley girl and always wish to live here. i We have s beautiful beach, and yesterday being & noliday my friend Fannie and Ien- joyed a bath in the salt water. People say the wateris warmer here than at Mouterey or Santa Cruz, for the bay is sheltered; and then, 100, the warm waters of the San Joaguin and Sacramento rivers flow into it. This is the first letter I ever sent to a paper. 1 trust it will not meet its fate in the waste- basket. Your constant reader, RUTH A. PETERSON. CASTROVILLE, Cal., Aug. 1, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 have read a great many let- ters in THE CALL, but have never seen any from Castroville, so I shall try and write a few lines to you. Ilike the Children’s Realm very much and read the letters and stories. Igo to the Lake School and am in the F class or sixth grade. Ilive in the country five miles from Castro- ville and have three brothers and one sister. Our farm consists of 140 acres, most of which| is covered with apple trees. About twenty acres of it is waste land. Salinas is our county seat and the Salinas Riveris the longest one in Monterey County. Our schoolhouse is on the road leading from Salinas to Watsonville. I have adog and & cat for pets and I am 12 years old. Inopemy letter is not too long. Your true reader, IpA WINCHELL. WATSONVILLE, Cal., Sept. 30, 1892. Dear Editor: 1 never wrote a letter to any newspaper, aslthough I am 15 years oid. My father has never taken THE CALL, but I have read it at different plgces and was much pleased with 1t. I live in Monterey County and Iam going to the Lake District School. There are thirty-six pupils and we have a good teacher too. Well, I guess I will have to close as I can’t think of anything else to write. Your new friend, MoRT HAMBLEY. 8AN FRANCISCO, Oct. 4, 1896. Dear Editor: 1am 7 years old. I go to the Moulder School. My teacher’s name is Miss Franks, My papa takes THE CALL and likes it very much. Hoping tosee this in next Sun- day’s paper I remain your little friend, ETHEL BONHAM. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Oct. 6, 1896. Dear Editor; 1 am a little girl, 7 years ol and Iam going to try to write you as mnice & letter as I can, because I have never written to THE CALL. I have two sisters and two brotners. I com- posed this little verse myself, and hope you will like and publish it in your paper: Two littte hands, so soft and so white, This the left and this is the right; Five little chubby fingers on each, With which I can hold a plum or a peach, And when I get as big'as you Lots of things my hands can do. Your little friend, _ BEssie KONKLE. ‘WATSONVILLE, Cal., Oct. 1, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 have been reading the chil- dren’s page and enjoy it very much. Igotoa country school, but shouid like to go to a city school. I live about eight miles from town, where my papa goes to town very oiten. but I go only during vacation. Iam 15 years old. I have not missed nor been tardy this term, which opened in August. I think ourschool will close in November. I havea pet kitten and a pet chicken. On Sundays Ido not stay athome very much. My papa’s health is very poor. He owns a farm of twenty-one acres. I have one brother and one sister. My brother is 21 and is not married, but my sister is. She lives about four miles from our farm, and I enjoy spending a few weeks with her during vacation. From your friend. MAY RALPH. MiLL VALLEY, CAL,, Oct. 6, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL Iread the Children’s Page and I like to read the letters and try to get the puzzles. I do not get the answers right sometimes, but I guessed four to-day and hope they are correct. Igoto the Mill Valley School and am in the sixth grade. My teache™s name is Mr. Coun- tryman. Ilike Mill Valley very much. Next week is vacation. I hope tosee my letter pub- lished in Childhood’s Realm. EvA THOMAS. SAN FrANCISco, October 2, 1896. Igoto the Spring Valley Grammar School. 1 visited the fair twice, and am sorry it can’t be held during the whole year. I wonder why Li Hung Chang did not come to San Franciscol Isit true he was afrald of the highbinders? I think your paper is the best in the City. I am your little reader, HAZEL ABRAHAMSON. LINCOLN, Cal., September 26, 1896. Dear Editor: 1am the only little girl in Lin- coln who writes to THE CALL, and I think the children’s page is very nice. The Examiner has a boy’s and girl’s page, too, but I think it is not half so good as THE CALL'S. School commenced September 7, and I am in the fourth grade. My teacher’s name is Miss L. Gladdinall. I like her for a teacher; she isso kind to her papils. i My smallest brother has a little black kitten and he calis it Tommy. I and my little friend Nellie Cook have great times piaying with our dolls. I shall close now, and remain, your friend, MINNIE WYATT. BAN FrANCISCO, Oct. 4, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 thoughtIwould write a letter to you. This is my first letter. My papa takes THE CALL and likes it very much. I have a little dog and his name is Cona. I like the story of ““A Strong Hint.”” My friend Ethel is going to write, and so we shall send it to- gether. I am nine years oid. I shall close now, hoping te see this in print. CLEO DUNBAR. PRUNEDALE, Sept. 1, 1896. Dear Editor: Thisis my first letter to THE CaLL, but I have written before to the Exam- iner. Iam a little girl 13 years of age and am in the seventh grade. I live in the country and have a pony to ride, which is very nice. I ride to the postoffice mearly every night for the mail. I have two sisters and a brother, whose names are Edith, Freddie and Edna. I shall be glad when vacation comes, because I expect 10 go away. My papa owns a very large orchard, which bore a little fruit this year, but the trees are quite younge yet. I hope my letter will appear in Sunday’s paper. Your new friend, ABBIE OAKES. SAN FrANCISCO, Oct. 4, 1896. Dear Editor: Tt issuch a long time since I have written to you I suppose you have forgotten me. Who do you hope will be elected, Bryan or McKinley? Iam for McKinley because he is a Republican like myself and is the best man. Ishall try and see if I can guess the puz- zles in this week’s CALL, and 1 am going to write a Christmas story. All the boys around hereare for Bryan. They have parades and have a big silver dollar at the head of it. Last night we had one and I was Goddess of Liberty. My brother pulled me in a wagon decorated’ with gum leaves. I had a large American flag wrapped around me and a gold crown on my head. 1hela the silver dollar in my hand. All the girls aud boys joined in, and after our parade we had National songs and pieces and made funny speeches. Itried the Gobolinksand find them very amusing. One day I made one in school and showed the girls how to make them. I shall enclose one. Iam in the filth grade and am 10 years old. I should like to see my Gobo- link and this letter in Sunday’s CaLL. Yours truly, ANTOINETTE CRAWFORD. # 1 M I Hi jis .{”‘L’a‘fliu} i o =) LL NMvm;flfi i i 1. The scene of a great battle. Tare Oowl. 1L From the following words form a prove erb: Continent; Island; Ocean; Fist; Tea. Buried Birds.. IIL Wslalwo. 1V. Hsrthu. V. Gmpial. VI. Lrewew. VIL Npoige. VIII. Tttmoi. IX. 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One of us in glass is set, Aud a second found in jet. One of us is cased in tin, And the fourth & box within. If the fifth you would pursue It can never fly from you. —Chatterbox. CORREC1 ANSWEES, L Webster. IL William Bryan. IIL. William McKinley. 1V. Pirate—rat—ple. V. Poached—ache—pod. VI. Partly—art—ply. VIL Liverpool. VIIL. Germany. IX. Nothing venture nothing have, X. Deal, lead, dale, ale. X1. Etching. NAMES OF PUZZLE SOLVERS. Ella R. Hartnell, Clelia Leah Berri, Antoine «cte Crawford, Maida Cluff, Beulah Masterson, Eva Thomas, Alice Bell, William Sea, Ruth A, Peterson. XIV. b V) ) & S s =3 Ef] Which is the tall-er, Jim or Lue? Grand-ma will meas-ure them with her eye. Both six years old. He’s stand-ing tip-toe ! No! that won’t do! Jim-mie, fiel From Chatter-Bos,