The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 1, 1896, Page 26

26 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1S96. Hurrah for November and the days it brings! Firsc of all this year, of course, is election day! and before another week has passed we’ll be able to throw up our hats and give three cheers for William McKinley, President of the grandest Na- tion under the sun! Then there is dear old Thanksgiving day, with its roast tarkey, golden pump- kin pies and rich brown mince pies. Whew! my mouth fairly waters at even the thoughts of the goodies which are already commencing to appear on grand- ma’s pantry shelves! I have something to propose to you to- day, and this is what it is. Suppose we have a Childhood’s Realm Club? The initials, **C. R. C.,”” will stand for its name, and all that any boy or girl needs todo in order to become a member is to contribute a story, rhyme or puzzle worthy of a place on the Children's Page of THE SUNDAY CALL. After his contribution has been pub- lished he will then be entitled to write the letters “‘C. R. C.” after his name. Do you all agree? Who first comes to this world below With drear Novemuver’s fog and snow Should prize the iopaz, amber hue, Emblem of frien.s and lovers true. The beautiful golden topaz gleaming like a ray of summer sunshine is Novem- ber’s chosen jewel. It belongs to the great class of so-called mixed stones, being composed of both alumina and oxide of iron. In ancient times it was -called the | chrysolite, and it is this stone which is much referred to by Browning in his beautiful poems. November holds a very important patriotic day besides our time-honored Thanksgiving day. On November 21, 1620, the compact of the Mavflower, which was the beginning of American constitu- tional liberty, was signed on Elder Brew- ster’s chest. PR Yoothfol Patriots. 1 see the fluttering banners Adown the busy street, 1 hear the hum of voices, The rhythmic tramp of feet, And soon a little army In triumph march along, And cheer McKinley’s banner— They muster twenty strong. Their drums are made of oil tins, Their torches sputter out, But still they march in triumph And cheer with merry shout, * Protection””—on their banner, That all may plainly see, But sad, | must confess it, ’Tis spelled with just one “t.” What if their lighted torches Go out, to burn no more ! Their pathway is illumined By hrroes gone before. March on, then, youthful patriots, Fair freedom lights the way, Ye are a Nation’s glory, A Nation’s hope and stay. CORNIE L. BARTLETT. How d ohnny éw&\ the Mine. A TrvE Incivext 1x THE BISTORY OF THE GREAT NoRTH £TAE PROPERTY. Johnny Wilson’s father and mother were pioneers, for they had journeyed across the plains as members of almost the first caravan of emigrants that started for California from Iowa, which was very soon after the discovery of gold in the former State, or at least as soon as the news bad reached the East. The Jong line of oxen, covered wagons, heavily laden mules and horses, besides [ the men, women and children, had trav- eled m hundreds of miles west of the great Missouri River, far from home and friends, when an attack from Indians was threatened. These Indians had pursued them for many days, and now were very close on their track. But, thanks to a kind Providence, they were able to reach the mountains, and could defy the attacks of the red men, who, upon seeing how sturdy the men, and how alert, as well as that they were exceptionally well armed, after a few futile attempts to gain posses- sion of some of the livestock belonging to the emigrants, disappeared in search of s less vigilant train.” It was this pursuit after gold, and espe- cially the trouble with the Indians, that first drew together the young man and woman who afterward married and be- came the parents of my story. He had been particularly alert and courageous during the perils of the long journey, while the young girl was beloved by ali for her unfailing efforts to encour- age and sustain the frightened women. Ah, those were the days when the rouls of women and men were sorely tried! when d ath stared the traveler in the face day and night from foes seen and unseen, | foes without mercy, whose delight was to | torture the men to death and to inflict on | the captive white women a horrible slav- | ery worse than death. But the story of that eventful journey would take too much space if I should try 1o relate it now. However, all the dangers were at last overcome, and early in the spring of 1849 the train reached Sacramento and its members separated into groups and fami- lies, some of them never to meet again. The two Foung people in whom we are interested were here murried, and, like mos{ pioneers of those days, they deter- mined that nothisg should separate them and that all dangers and joys would be .shared together. For a year these two jouraeyed from one place 1o another, up and down the State, trying to find a good location, and they finally succeeded. Prosperiiy followed {heir footsteps, al- though they did not acquire great riches. Mr. Wilson was sober and industrious, while the bride he had chosen was a belp- meet indeed. Sometimes she wasbed the clothes of the miners, besides adding to their little pile by taking boarders. In those days pride was decidedly at & discount. Ambition to provide a ‘‘stake { for action then. A lucky strike in the placer mines of Yuba County gave the Wilsons about $20,000 in gold, and with this it was determined to establish a home. Mr. Wilson had become greatly inter- ested in quartz mining and he thought, with many others, that the yte'd from the placers would soon be exhausted, so he determined to stake his fortune in a quartz mine. % After long study and with the full con- currence of his wife, he purchased a prom- ising claim in Nevada County, near the present city of Grass Valley. There Johnnie was born about two years afterward, and there he lived, happy as the day was lonc, until he reached theage of 10. The intervening years had passed brightly and quickly for the Wilsons, the devotion of the husband being re- warled by the supreme affection of the wife. Work on the mining claim had been steadily prosecuted, and the labors of the indusirious owner had been rewarded by the uncovering of an occasional pocket of ore which sometimes yielded well, encour- aging bim to renewed efforts. But alas! a dark day came! A loosened timber fell upon Mr. Wilson one day while he was at work and crushed one of his feet. A long season of suffering and in- action was the result, and months after- ward his physicians were forced to tell bim it would never periectly heal, and that his days of active mining were over. Troubles increased ; money became scarce; then the brave little wife was obliged to take upon herself the sole support of the family. Witbout complaint, for she wasa true pioneer, she took uo the heavy burden. Mr. Wilson’s inability to work made him extremely irritable, althouzh he never complained to his heroic wife. He meditated often on the thought if he could sell his mine for just what it had cost him he might be sble to enter some business that would be congenial as well as profitable, notwithstanding bLis im- paired physical condition. So he and his wile, after considering the subject, decided to dispose of the claim. But men of capital kept away, busy [relsewhere, and the opportunity to sell did not present itself for many months. One day, when the resources of the family had reached almost their lowest ebb, two strangers called at the house and stated thgt they were buying mines and were looking for a good prospect. *“Would Mr. Wilson care to sell ?” The miner answered ‘“‘yes” and stated his price, while the light of hope shone brightly in his eye. and the men left, but returned again and again during the next few weeks. Finally they approached the subject of the consideration to be given, and offered he had named. Althourh sick at heart,and knowing bow much he needed money, he indig- nantly refused. The men took their de- varture, leaving tne address of the hotel at which they would be for ten days. Money grew scarcer and scarcer, the disgrace of being in debt stared them in the face; no better prospect offered itself, and at last, despairingly, 8 note was ad- dressed to the would-be purchasers accept- ing their offer, and designating the time and place for completing the transaction. Jobnnie was the pearer of the note whose writing bad caused so much of sor- row, and was dispa'ched to Nevada City in the care of a kind neighbor. The baskful boy entered the hotel where the men whom he had come to see were stopping and sat down 1o await their com- ine. He knew of the trouble in t e home, and had mourned in secret the sorrow.of his parents, but he was of pioneer stock and bravery was a natural heritage. Now, it so happened that the very men were seated at a tabie in a far cornerof the room and bad been unnoticed by Johnny. Of course they paid not the least attention 1o the mite of a boy, who was sitting look- ing out of one of the large windows at the passing scencs of the street. The men were discussing their proposed investments, when one of them in an un- for the future” was the inspiring moiive guarded moment and with his voice raised above the ordinary pitch, remarked: “If GOLO)('I\QI:}. i BY GRACK CLARK. Two little gobolinks once found a cent, And 10 the sweets-store then thel: footsteps bent: With thelr bright copper two long sticks they Tought, Made of sweet sugar as in all candy wrought. When upon their way they eyed each other; Each thought that he bad less than had his brother, S0 with fond thought they both conciuded to measure: The equal size soon filled them both with pieasure. ‘What's this—a beardcd l.orse ? No, Do, that cannot be: From Adam down to Morse The like you'd ncver see But in the realm ot Gobolink Things come by chance, you know, Ana sonte there are wouid have us think ‘This world was peopled so. Who will name it and compose & little rhyme abontit? ANTOINETTE CRAWFORD. . ‘Two litle rabbits Into a field did stray And bedecked each ot with bearded hay. “Let’s play we're at the da'ice.” one sald; The other laugbed and nodded her head. “There to store away, When < one with play, Our costumes of proper size and stamp Beyond tn- coid and damp. Ho, when Mr. Frost comes And the wind whist'es and hums, He'll see we're prepared, as of old, To resort :0 our treasure of pure harvest gold,” —H. R, Oakland. An examination of the mine followed | Mr. Wilson just one-quarter of the price H joverand over again to himself. | what to do. | | e couid only buy that W +hould be rici. " did not move a mi-cte, ue Was S0 aston- ished. “That man little knows what lies under that lame foot of his!"” *‘Yes; they surely are talking about father,”” thought the boy. “Yes,”” responded the other; ‘“and we shall buy it yet! You will see. Why, the family are actually starving, I bear Would it not be a good idea to go up to him with the gold? He couldn’t reluse then, I'm sure.” “No; we needn’t trouble; discover that vein. Just tnink, only to dig four feet more and grasp a fortune!” Jobhnny, who had been born and bred amang miners and knew all the peculiar phrases and terms employed by them, grasped the purpose of the speculators a once. “*Only four feet more,” he repeated, father was only here!” He hardly knew He thought awhile—"'Ought be to give the men the note over which bis father and mother had cried so hard 2’ I shall tell father first what I have ust heard.” was his final conclusion, and he started right away for bis home. To relate to you Johnnie’s reception, | and how a further exploration of the mine revealed » vein of astounding richness only a few fect below where work on the shaft had been stopped, and how John- nie’s father was paid $500,000 for the mine he had =0 neariysold for $2500 would be quite superfiuous. Fortunes were taken from this same mine, and millions of dollars were paid out in dividends to its stockholders. It is stll one of the greatest and richest of California’s great mines, and is known to every one as the “North Star of Nevada County.” Johnr alive to-day. Their home is tamous in our State us one of the most beautiful | within its borders, and Joannie is one of our great bankers, and is morally and paysically a tyve of the true native son of the Golden State. —————— The Foor Cflalj‘. There was onc: an old monk who was walking through a forest with a little | scholar by his side. The ola man sud- denly stopped and pointed to four plants ciose at hand. The first was beginning to peep above the ground; the second had rooted itself pretty well into the earth; the third was a small shrub; while the fourth and la-t was a full-sized tree. Then the old monk said to his young cum- panion: *Pull up the first.” The youth easily pulled it up with his fingers. . “Now pull up the s cond.” The youtu obeyed, but not so easily. “And the third.” =~ . But the boy had fo put forth all his strength and use both arms before he suc- ceeded in uprooting it. ““And now,” said the master, ‘‘try your hand upon the fourth.” But, lo! the trunk of the tall tree (grasped in the armsof the youth)scarcely snook its leaves; and tne little feilow found it impossibie to tear its roots from the earth. Then the wise old monk explained to his scholar the meaning of the four trials. *This, my son, is just what happens with our passions. When they are young and weak one' may, by a8 little waichful- ness over self and the help of a litile seif-denial, easily tear them up; but, if we let them cast their roots deep down into our souls, then no buman power can uproot them—the almighty hand of the Creator alone can pluck tkem out. For this reason, my child, watch over the first movements of your soul, and study by _acts of virtue to lk:“’ your passions well in check.”—Se- on claim we Johnny listened, but he’ll never | O, if | , his father and his mother are | 'PUSPPY TALES NO. 8 PUPPY GOES WALKING By Olive Heyden In the evenings we often took ‘puppy ! far-away from us, for fearof the pound- man, but he could run and chase and have a lovely time. He always mistook a certain man for H | and one time I had to carry the heavy fellow all the way home to get him there at all. After that I never went walking with puppy in the evening, I remember how I laughed the first time he ever saw a cow. She was staked in an unfenced lot with a long rope. Puppy went as close to her as he dared and stared at her. Then he looked at me to see if this strange monster frightened me. He walked around to the otber side and sat down again. He looked long at her horns and her flapping tail. Bossy took no notice of him; she wasa kind old lady cow, used toall sortso® dogs. She saw a bunch of iine-looking grass over by Puppy and started for it. How that dog did run! I had to call him back. He stood close to me till he noticed the rope. Then be knew the cow could not run after him. Standing just far enough away that he was out of her reach he began to bark. Round and round he ran, calling her all sorts of names and daring her to catch him. I could hardly drag him away. The next time we went walking he in- sisted upon goin: that way again, but the COW was not there. ———— iL«:u\e—_ Change - Back. My vegetable-vender is neither Itatian, Nor « truly Chinaman, But a bit of a restiess and roguish rapscalian, Whose neight is exactly five-span. His speech is of many a silver-toned syllable, Piping his wiresat love's mart: Each liqud lisp is from Honey dis illable, A fesst for the ear and the heart. You'd think he was laden with sure-enough baskets To see him come humping a oug: His little back bent as with all he might task it, ‘The mimic cries, “You buy from Wong?" “ You likee cel’ry, flesh fish all ali, Stlawbelly?” (long out of season): 11 he makes forty trips, each time I must buy, Until T have fears for my reason. He's not a whit keen when It comes .to the bi Eu: one ruie he never lets slack— If I pey or he pays, it doesn’t much matter, 80 long as he gers “chunge back.” MARY MACEY. ———e— “What is that placedown there?” asked she, of one of the officers. “Why, that is the steerage,’”’ answered be. & g ‘And does it take all those people to make the boat go straight?” ‘Which goes tITe quicker—a full minute or a spare moment? Small Boy—1I won't do a.thing to. you Thanksgiving—oh, no!—Truth. for a run on the street. “He could not go ! Georgze, and would run after him, making | me very much out of patience with him, | | | OAKLAND, Cal., Oct. 16, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am » boy eleven vearsold and I em in the £ fifth grade. Igo tothe Tomp- kins Grammar School. My teacher’s name is Miss Billings. 1have a pet cat named *‘Tommy” and two grayhounds named “William McKin- ley” aud “Birdy.” I am a Republican. My papa has taken THE CALL about seven years. I hope this letter will escape the wastebasket. Your new writer, JOHN COLEMAN. IRVINGTON, Cal., Oct. 26, 1896. Dear FEditor: ‘1 thought you would like to have a new friend. Iam a little girl 9 years of age. I'go to the Washington public schoo!. I am in'the fifth grade. I enjoy reading Childhood’s Realm and like the stories very much. I am for McKinley and hope he will win. We have been taking THE CALL for a long time and enjoy it exceedingly. Your friend, GRETCHEN POWELL. WEST OAKLAND, Oct. 21, 1896. Dear Editor : I am a girl 9 years of age. We have taken THE CALL for two or three years, and we all enjoy-it very much. Every Sunday I look through the paper uutil I find the children’s page. ' Iam in the fourth grade and Ige to the Prescott School. This is my first letter to THE CALL. I shall clo-e how. and re- main your little reader, FRANCES WREDE. STOCKTON, Cal., Oct. 19. 1896. Dear Editor: 1am » girl of 11 years. Lam in the fourth grade. My teacher’s name is Miss Forest. We take THE CALL and like it better than any other puper. Isiways read the chil- dren’s page and take lots of interest In it. This is my first letter to THE CALL and I should be pleased to see it published. We all favor the election of Major McKinley in our house. Hoping he will be our next President, I re- main, IRENE C. SULLIVAN. SANTA CRUZ, Oct. 22, 1896. Dear Editor: I have long wished to write to the ‘“chiidren’s page,” and have at last found time to doso. I am very much interested in it and hope it will alwaye succeed, as THE CALLis, to my idea, sbout the best of San | Francisco daily papers. Isend two gobolinks with respective verses and hope you will find space to rrint them. Sineerely, GRACE CLARK. OAKLAND, Cal., Oct. 18, 1896. Dear Edifor: 1 have been reading the letters in THE SUNDAY CALL on the children’s page and have enjoyed them so much that I thought I would like to write my first letter to THE CALL. My father has been taking your paper for fif een years and we all like it more than any other. I am 9 vearso!d and am in the fourth grade in the Prescott School. I have been making a great many gobolinks and [ think it lots of fun. I hope to see this pub- lished in next Sunday’s CALL. Your littie reader, HENRIETT JOHNSON. WATSONVILLE, Cal., October 21, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am glad when THE SUNDAY CALL comes so I can read the children’s page. Iam o boy 13 years old, and I.have a dog. His name is Sport, and if I give him a piece of meat he will not chew it, but just page, and the meat is gone! I go to school, and my teacher’s name is Miss B. Cassin. She is very good 1o me. I hope 1o see this in THE SUNDAY CALL. Yours truly, ROY MCALPINE. RoBiNsoxs, Cal., Oct. 2,1896. Dear Editor: I«m alitue girl, 8 years old. Ihave s little sister and her name is Annetta. Ilive in Tuslumne County and go to school in Celaveras County,'and am in the fourth grade. My teacher’s name is Miss Gann. My papa Works in his pocket mine in Calaverss County. I think THE CALL is & nice paper. I hope vou will please publish this, as itis all I can think of. Your little writer, EDNA MCARDLE. ButcnER RaNcH, Placer County, Cal., £ October 12. Dear Editor: 1 dia not write all I wished to say in my last letter. I have two sisters and three big brothers and two cute little nieces. Florence Enola is 8 years and Grace Vivian is 3 mon bsold. ‘I was 6 vears old the last time T was in San Francisco, and I was afraid the policeman would get me if I went out.without my memma. Iwould not Le afraid now, My brother Archie shot and killed three rattle- snakes this summer. Two of them were near our house and one was in the garden and had killed four littie chickens before my brother shot it. I have a cornet and can play a great many pieces. My brother piays the violin and my sister the guitar. I did not sign my full hame last time, but will sign it this time. Yours respectfully, ALBERT WESLEY MAITHER. OAKLAXD, Cal., Oct. 25, 1896. Dear Editor: My sisier wrote to you Dot Very long sgo. I hope you will print my letter in Lext Sunday's children’s page of THE CatL. I 8010 8. Paul's Sunday-school and have just come home from it. I like to read the chil dren’s page very muci. I go to the Lincoln school and am for McKinley. I shall close now. Sincerely yours, LEE PERREAU. WEST WarERFORD, Vt., Oct. 19, Dear Editor: My mamma takes THE CAzL, I like to hear the stories from tne children’s vage. Igo to school, 1 study arithmetic, read- ing and spelling. My brother is 6 years old and goes to school with me. I have a little sister 3 years old. Her name is C-rrie Belle, and a buby brother, Frank, 11 months old, - have an uncie, auntie, and some little cousins in San Francisco. Iimy letteris printed they will see it when they read their CALL With love, HARRY HuUse. 8AN FRANCISCO, Oct, 25, 1896. Dear Editor: The last time I wrote to you I was hoping all the time you'd put in my gobe- link. I like to solve ihe puzzles, and shall send you one this week. I have to go to schocl to-morrow, after & week’s vacation. I am saving election cards and have ninety. seven. My brother saves them also and has over 120. I am msking mamma something for Christmas. I would tell you only mamma would see this letter. I liked the story of “Hayseed’ very much. Ilike to read “Puppy Tales.” I have two canary birds, Jim and Ida., Georgie has two pigeons, a white and a choco- late. They are pets. Yours, ANTOINETTE CRAWFORD. ———————— IGERNA, Cal., Oct, 13, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to TH Carv. Iam 13 yearsold, My papa takes THX CALL ana likes it better than any paper in San Francisco. I love to read the Childhood’s Realm very much. I have oue browner 17 years old named Frank. I have two kittens and one pony. I ride my pony to school. Hoping to see this letter in nextSunday’s CALL Iremain your little friend, MaMIE KELLOGG. 8AN FRANCISCO, Cal., Oct. 16, 1896. Dear Editor: 1um a little girl 7 years old. I g0 to the Kumboldt School. My teacher's name is Miss Ritchie. I like her very much. This is the first’ time I have written for the Children’s Page. My papa takes THE CALL and thinks it is the best paper. Hoping to see.my letter in next Sunday’s CALL I remain your little friend, LAURA LIBBING. SAN JosE, Cal., Oct. 16, 1896. Dear Editor: This is the first time I have written to THE CALL. I am only 9 years old, and I hope you will like my letter. We live in the country, and have lots of chickens. and when I stey home I play school with auntie. 1 go to the Longfellow Grammar School. Iam in the third grade. Yours truly, GENEVIEVE H. PAGE, Sax FrANCISCo, Oct. 15, 1896. Dear Editor: This is the first time I have ever written to you. I take great pleasure in reading the page headed “In Childhood’s Realm.” We have taken THE CALL for fifteen years, and my grandmother has taken itever since it has been in existence. I have found the answer to two puzzles—10 and 11 The tenth is Mexico snd the eleventh is the number N Iam 11 years old. Ihope my answers to ths puzzles are right. Please let = this escape the wastebasket. Your young reader, CARRIE M. JANES, 608 Shotwell street. CROSS-WORD PUZZLE. I My 1 is in mountain, not in hill; My 2 is in valley, not in rill; My 8 is in box, not in plank; My 4 is in stout, not in lank; My 5 is in heat, not in cold; My 6 is in silver, not in gold; My 7 is in kind, not in good; My 8 in glass, but not in wood; My whole is & boy’s name well-known te the readers of *‘Childhood’s Realm.” —Contributed by Alice Bell. II. Without my first my second never could have been, and my whole is covered with creation. III. Hidden cities: Sob not, a city of the United States. Iblner, a city in Europe. Olunobul. capital of an island. —Contributed by Lita Laupen. 1V. Dropped vowels: Name of a play written by & great poet— Mch d bt Nthg. V. Saw egg ore nothing. The letters of these words, properly are ranged, spell the name ot a great man. VI. Why was Gillot a wicked man ?—E. K. VII. When did Moses sleep four in a bed ?— E. K. VIL My loud alarm! Hidden name of & favorite young story-writer of Childhood’s Realm.—Contributed by Max Seliz. IX. Take two fitties from ‘‘even” and leave “nightfall.”’—Selected. X. Take “to cut of” from a musical instru. ment and leave a kind of tree. XI Iam composed of three parts: My first is “somethivg Aipped in liquor,” my second & possessive pronoun, my third is ““to attempt”; my whole is “fallacious. XIL My first is a negative, my second is & part of speech, my third is s personal pro- noun. If you succeed in guessing the above correctly and then transpose the letters you will have the name oi a month. XIII. Hidden name of precious stone. O’er top azure skies, with here and tnere a fleecy cloud. CORRECT ANSWERS. 1 “She” would have ‘Ben Hur” 11. Because there was no eve. L As clean as a penny, As dark ss o pall; (been her), As hard es a millstone, As bitter as gall; As fine as a fiddle, As clear as a bell, As dry as & herring, As deep as & well. 1V. Civil (mistake in printing). V. Alice Bell. VI Cart are & real tale. VIL Love me, love my dog. V1L Browning (misiake in printing). IX. Edison. X. Gladstone. XI. Stanley. XIL Irving. XI1iL Lawsuit. PUZZLE SOLVERS. October 1i—Eila R. Hartne!l. October 18— Alma Sea and Max Selig. October 25—Alice Bell, Ethel Holmeés, Ella Hartnell, Ida C. Wightman, Antoinetie Crewford, Beulah Mage | terson, Otille Hasenbalg,