The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 13, 1896, Page 27

6 t THE SAN FRACNISCO CALL, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1896 4F course all clubs have some object in view, so we mus| N work, fol'owing onr motto, Always nor any visible reward. We work just be- cause it's right to do that which helps somebody, or helps in some place, and then you know we have such a sweet feel- side. [ 2T ADREAMING o¥'~5km-A CLAUS | | Now, there’s a dear little boy who lives | in a lighthouse, and he has written us a letter, which is published to-day. Yon must read it, and think, perhaps, some time your own dear papa might be out on the stormy deep and be saved by the light from this little boy’s papa’slamp. Next week when your letters reach me, remember I'll be so disappointed if you fail to be able to state that you have sent a Christmas letter to the sweet littie boy who dwells in that wave-beaten house by our northern seas. S Decemdey’ T Patviotic Da)’j. I. Destruction of tea in Boston harbor, De- cember 16, 1 r was born December 17, 1807. Used his pen for the cause of frecdom. mouth colony founded December 1V. Birthday of the Prince of Peace. .fl?n"é—OT the ark. id of the aark! Ah! never, Iknow! For 'tis there that the fairies will whisper it low; A tale of their lovely green mossy retreat, Where to dance in the twilight together they meet. Where the will-o'-wisp comes with his pretty bright light To illumine the dance in the long, starry night. In the dark and the silence, when no ome is r, ries will whisper, then listen, and hear! tell where the wind hides on calm, summer days, bees rest from their long hon- d w Ltell you their secrets, my pretty blue eyes. No problems of hts, Iy 1o dream of the childish delights, And only to hearken while fairies unfold Their sweet sylvan secrets that never grow old. Then afraid of the dark you never need be, For ’tis then that the fairies will whisper to thee, CORINE L. BARTLETT. e Clze Gaual\st Y:ong Knight. living, mo long, troubled A Romantic Story of the Days of | Good King Arthur. [CONCLUDED FROM LAST WEEK.] He ceased, and the father, bending over him, piaced hls hands upon his head and bade him depart, as his valor dictated to him. 8o, before long, Tristram had mounted a powerful steed and, accompa- nied by his tutor, had departed to Corn- wall. There he found the King despond- ent and the whole court wrapped in gloom, for they all feared that no knight would appear to delend them and that the tribute would have to be paid. | | where stars keep their watch in the | ¢ried 1n j Tristram, seeing the state of affairs t get right to | approached the King and said: “Sire, it is most disgraceful that no for the true, the right, the noble. | champion knizht has appeared to protect We don’t work for a badge, nor a medal, | Cornwall from shame. I am but an un- tried youtk, vet, if you will grant me the honor of knighthood, I shall meet this Marhaus and battle for youand for the right of the land.” The King looked at the youth and when he saw the fire of battle glow In his eyes his beart was somewhat lightened of its burden: **Who are you?"’ hesaid, ‘‘and whence?”’ “My name is Tristram and I came from the court of Meliodas, who wedded your sister.” “But how shall I know you?” again the King asked. “Sire,”’ the boy replied andthere was re- buke in his tone, “I was born in the coun- try of Lyonesse, and I am a gentleman born.” “'Twas well answered,” the king re- plied, *“and it is not meet that I should press you to speak more. If yon wiil do battle for me I will make you a knight!”" | “For that have I journeyed hither,” | Tristram said. The King then sent word to Marhaus that he had a champion, and when the message reached him the young prince had already been knighted. To the chagrin of King Mark, who knew not the royal birth of Tristram, he re- ceived this message from Marhaus: “Think not I will hght with any knight. My opponent must be of royal blood, the son of a King or Queen, Prince or Princess. | With none other will I draw spear!"’ Calling* Tristram before him the King told him this, adding sorrowfully: “This will debar yon from the contest, | and again I am without a chamvpion.” “Tell Sir Marhaus,” said Tristram, “that ne shall joust with one better than himself. For I am of both King and ! Queen the child. Know, sire, that Melio- das is my father, and Elizabeth, your sister, was my mother.” Then the king stepped down from his throne ana took in his arms the son of his | sister, the brave and daring Sir Tristram, who till this moment had hidden his high lineage. “‘Welcome, my noble nephew,’’ the King “It is meet that kin should stand by ,and now Sir Marbaus has a noble knight with whom to conterd.” Immediately word was sent to Marhaus that the son of King Meiiodasand nephew to King Mark would be his opponent, and answer was soon made that Sir Marhaus would be most blithe and glad to do battle with s0 noble a champion. According to the request of Marhaus, the battle was to take place on an island near which his ships were anchored. In the morning, therefore, Tristram, clothed 1n the richest materials that King Mark's court afforded, was escorted with his horse | to a vessel and soon reached the island, on the farther shore of which ne beheld the ships of Marhaus. Accompanied by Gou- vernail, whom he had made his squire, Tristram landed and was armed, and when he had mounted his steed he said to Gouvernail: “Enter the ship and return to my uncle. Tell him if Idie honorably to give me noble Christian buriul. If I bear myself ignobly, then let me not be so honored. And on your life, come not near the isiand till I am slain in fight or show the banner of victory. Farewell!” So resolutely did the Prince speak that, much as he wished to remain near h m, Gouvernail did not dare disobey him, but departed and did all as he said. The two knights then approached and much courteons conversation passed ‘be- tween them. “I trust to win renown and honor, most 7 FOLLOW THE LEADER. ..,..,w»,{%,w. | pedition. ) e g H : H 2 0cevscnn-c e o 0 r.oF noble Sir Marhaus, in this conflict with | you, and moreover I hope to iree Cornwail forever from the tribute to Ireland. To this end I shall do my best in all honor and valor.” “'Tis well spoken, fair knight, and I honor your spirit. But you will lose no honor by standing well from me. For King Arthur made me not a knight of his Table Round for nothing.” “Think not I fear you. And 1f I show the white featner in this encounter, then may I never bear weapons again.” So saying Tristram drew back, and both knights tock their places. At the signal they rushed at each other, their spears at rest, and with such force did they come together that both were unseated and fell heavily to earth. But Tristram received a wound in the side that bled profusely. On foot they then fought; striking and foiling; thrusting and sparring; rushing together with furious force and drawing back with heedful watchfulness; while sword clashing on armor sounded like the ringing of the anvil Four hours the contlict lasted and Mar- haus became faint and winded, but Tris. tram felt strong as ever. Then raising h.s sword he put all his force into his right arm, and striking down, smote Sir Mar- baus on the helmet; through the helmet and head,till the sword remained fast in theskuall. With all his might he tried to draw it out, but the edge remained, and Marbaus dropped on his knees. In a moment, however, he was up, and throw- ing down his sword and shield fled to the ship groaning, and they sailed away, while Tristram called after him: “How now, Sir Knight of the Table Round! Why do youflee? Ratuer would I be cut into a thousand pieces than fly rom my enemy. Your shield and sword Isball keep and shall wear them in the presence of King Arthur and the Round Table to show them that Marhaus has fallen and tkat Cornwall is not a land of cravens!” Then in exhaustion he fell down, and his squire found him so and carried him to the castle, where for a month he lay ill of his wounds. Then it was found that he was poisoned by the blade of Marhaus’ weapon, and a wise woman said that only in the land from which the poison came could he be cured. So Tristram went to Ireland, and under the name of Tramtrist was received by King Anguish himself, who, hearing his exquisite music on the harp, wished to keep him by him. So Tristram was cured by the fair Isolde, the daughter of King Anguish. And they knew not that 1t was he that had slain Marhaus. For the knight died after reaching the shore, and the Queen saved the blade from his head that she might avenge her brother’s death. But she knew not that Tristram was the man. And so he dwelt with them, and played upon the harp, and taught the fair Isolde to play too. And so the sum- mer days passed by and both were happy. On the Beach at Santa Groz. Bea-verbenas ope their eyes Gazing on the tar blue skies, Cloud-flecked, bending over all. Vines are clambering down the wall While the ceaseless-pulsing tide . Strives in vain to reach its side; And the flap of sea-gull wings Join with ocean’s murmurings. Gheiv Royal l’\j\oel\fc. How Two Little Girls Stopped the Legislature. A TRUE STORY. By BERTHA WOLLENBERG, 12 Years. It was a day early in June, but the heat was so intense that the flowers nodded wearily on their stems, and the songs of the dear little woodbirds were hushed. ‘We were living on a farm about two miles from Pheenix, Ariz. Any one who has ever visited that part of the country during the summer months knows how very warm it is, and this day seemed to be the very hottest of the sea- son. It was vacation, and Kalie, a friend of mine, was spending hers with me, ‘Well, we had made our plans to visit another friend this day who lived in the outskirts of Phoenix. ‘We had written to her of our 'intended visit, and could not disappoint her, al- though we gladly would have postponed our trip until cooler weather; and, besides, all of our horses were to be used by a party who were going on a hunting ex- Fortunately I owned a little donkey, so we determined that we both shouud ride him. When all was ready off we started, in gay spirits, each carrying a basket con- taining a little lunch. ‘We jogged along for about a mile, chat- ting and singing and full of life. Suddenly 1 felt the saddle slip, slip, from side to side and exclaimed, “Oh, Katie, what shall we do? Oursaddle is loose!” As she was a city girl she knew nothing about tightening it, and as I had been a cou ntry girl only a short time I was as ignorant as she. “‘What shall we do?” asked Katie. ““Well, 'm hungry, aren’t you?” *Yes.” “Suppose we eat our lunch then, and think | while we eat,” was my reply. Both jumped down, and leading our little donkey to a tree, we soon had him secured, although there was not much | danger of his running away. Seating ourselves under another tree, we went to work at our luncheon, which tasted fine, and then each took a trial at tightening the saddle, but with very poor success. We concluded finally that one of us might safely ride, so off we started, one taking a turn at trudging through the dust in the heat, while the other rode, Finglly we came to a large building, in which there were many Windows. Mounted on the donkey, I was just high enough to peep through one of the win- dows, and saw a roomful of men. In front of them one stood reading, while all the others listened with grave faces. ‘‘Katie,” I said (very polite to my com- pany, wasn’t I?), “suppose you go in there and ask one of those men to come outand tighten our saddle, while I wait here.” She took my advice and soon returned, leading by the hand a very fine-looking gentleman, whose face was beaming with smiles. . He solemnly tightened the girth and helped us to mount. We thanked him and went on our way. We arrived at Susie’s safe and sound, and were warmly welcomed. While eating the lovely dinner which Susie’s kind mother set before us we re- lated the story of our loosened saddle and how we had sought and found help. We were very much surprised and per- plexed when Susie’s folks received our story with shouts of laughter which we thought yould never come to an end. Finally when the merriment had some- what subsided I asked to be told the joke. “Do you know, my dear,” said Susie’s father, “that you two little girls actunally stopped the Legislature in order that your saddle girth might be tightened ?’’ ‘“‘One of the gravest and most learned of our law-makers hailed me on the street a few moments before dinner-time to te!l me how a little dusty girl with perspira. tion streaming over her face had boldly walked into their great hall this morning and asked him to please come out and fasten her donkey’s saddle, and how all law-making stopped until he returned. The legislators thonght it a fine joke and had a good laugh, but I had no idea that you were the girls, Ha! ba! ha!” ‘We were forced to laugh ourselves, and felt a little abashed &nd a little proud ot the fact that we had been the means of stopping for a short time the work of one L:gislature. Wy Ra&&ftj Have Liong Ezwj'. Do you children know why the rabbits have such long ears? The North country people tell their little ones this story of it: All the rabbits were very sad because they were so small, so one day they met together to see what could be done to remedy the trouble. They thought of many plans, and at last decided to send Uncle Jack, the bigzest and wisest of them all, to the Father of Beasts to ask him to make them larger. The father said, “I shall do as you wish, but first I shall give you a task to per- form. Go and bring to me a red snake, a swarm of wasps and a pint of tears.”” Then he gave to Uncle Jack three cala- bashes and sent him away—a calabash, you know, is a bottle made of a dried gourd. Uncle Jack wondered how he was to find all these things, but he started bravely on his journey. At last he came toa wood where there were many snakes. He walked slowly along saying, as if to himself, “I bet there is room for him—I bet there is room for him.” Ared snake heard him and asked what his words meant. Uncle Rabbit re- plied: “The wasps say there is not room for you in this calabash, and I bet you can get in.”” “You will soon see who is right,” said the snake, and he crawled quickly in. Ther. Uncle Rabbit popped in the stopper and Mr. Red Snake was caught, Then he went on, saying as before, “I bet there is room for them all—I bet there isroom for them all.”’ The wasps heard him and asked: “What do you mean by those words?’ “The snake says there is not room for all of you in this calabash, and I bet you can all getin,” replied Uncle Rabbit. ““We will soon see who is right about that,”” said the wasps, and they tumbled over each other in their haste to show that the snake was wrong. Then Uncle Rabbit popped the stopper in the neck of that calabash and the wasps were caught. Uncle Jack now resumed his travels. Every one he met seemed to be very merry, but he began after a while to despair of ever filling the third cala- bash. One day he came toa pretty little | village in the center of whose public square wasa well. He drew near this come to an end and we shall all perish.” This made the women cry aiso, and they shed such guantities of tears that he had hislast calabash filled in no time. Then he slung his three calabashes over his shoulder and hurried back to the Father of Beasts. When the father saw the red snake and the swarm of wasps and the bottle of tears he smiled and said, *“You are more cunning than any other beast of the fields ar:d do not need to be taken, but as you wish it so much I shall at least make your ears longer.” So he pulled Uncle Rabbit’s ears, and ever since rab- bits’ ears have been as long as you now see them. AUNT HARRIET. 55’ X évfeft Gooth. Grandpa Griffin lived in the city, and Tom and Luella were always delighted when he came to the country to make them a visit. He always brought some- thing that pleased them. Once it was a beautiful doll for Luella and a ball for Tom. Arother time Tom got a velocipede and Luella a carriage for her doll. This time it was only a pound of nice, fresh candy, to be divided bstween the two chil- dren. In passing through the hall grandpa laid the package on the lower step of the stairway. The little folks began to think that srandpa had forgotten them this time, when he suddenly thought of the candy and told them where to find it. They ran quickly into the hall and there was Muff on the step where grandpa had left the candy. The box was torn open and only two tiny pieces of candy were in it. Muff had his paw on the broken box. When he saw the children he wagged his tail playfully, aud seemed to say that he had enjoyed the candy very much. He did not know that he had robbed Tom and Luella of grandpa’s present. They knew that Muff had a sweet tooth, but who would have thougnt that even a big dog could eat a whole pound of candy ?—Sun- beams, New York. onals’ iy Gokv)t'lLk. Isaw two little piggies Just aching or a fight— They seemed to be, at any rate, X And made » funny sight. 1lingered long to see the row— Ithink it was a fake, For the pigs they didn’t do a thing But stand apart and ache. s b EILt ho ap XN Mr. Enthuslasm, ‘With coat-tails deep as a chasm, Hat a la Mexican band, a A collar I can’t understand, Supposedly bicycle rig, Perked up like the veriest prig. Santa Cruz. Baly é\et]’j’. Let every sound be dead— Baby sleeps. The Emperor softly tread— Baby sleeps. Let Mozart’s music stop, Let Phidias’ chisel drop— Baby sleeps. Demosthenes be dumb, Our tyrant’s hour has come— Baby sleeps. Lo B i e No Laoghing [Matter. Kind old gentieman (to small boy cry- ing on the step)—What is the matter, little boy ? Small boy—I—p-pop is putting down c-c-arpet. *“And does that unpleasant task of your father make vou so sorry, then?’ “N-n-no; pop p-p-pounded his thumb!” “Ah! Sympathy for your father’s pain, Is that what makes you weep?'’ “N-n-no! Il-l-laughed.”—Christian Ad- vocate. Ire. e Betty lives in a flat. The other day the family downstairs indulged in an old- fashioned “boiled dinner,” and its wnsav- ory odors speedily made themselves known in Betty’s house. She ran to her mother with a very disgusted little face. +Oh, mamma,” she cried, “that smell doesn’t taste nice.”” -, GRASS VALLEY, Cal., Dec. 3, 1896. Dear Editor: As1 have only seen one letter from Grass Valley I thought I would write. I am 11 years old and have a canary bird and a kitten for my pets. 1 enjoy reading the children’s page in THE CALL very much and I am always glad when Sunday comes. Imust close now. Your little reader, HELENE MaY. 8AN Luis ORrisro, Dec. 3, 1896. Dear Editress: As [ have never seen any let. ter from here I thought T would write to you, This is also my first letter to any paper. I1don not go to school as yet, for my papa works on the railroad and when school opened last fall well; he began in a loud voice to cry and | we did not know if we would live here very lament. The women who had come to |}00E or not, so mamma thought it best to keep draw water heard his cries and asked: “Why do you cry so and lament?” “Ob,” said he, “why should I not ery and lament? To-morrow the world will me at home until spring. In May Ishall be7 years old. T have a little sister who will be 5 years old the 9th of next Seplember. Hoping my letter will not reach the waste basket I will close, and if this is printed I'll tell you Samte’s Chrigtmag Possing. Smoking pudding, trimmed with holly, Enough to make poor Sambo jolly ; He thinks of the plums that hide within, And shows his teeth with a lively grin. some other time of our pets and flowers. Your new friend, CHESTER GUDDEN. San Luis Obispo, Cal. SANTA CRUZ, Cal., Dec. 6, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. I am very much pleased with the “Childnood’s Realm,” and I have got most of the answers to the puzzles right every week. Iam 10 years old. I have seen only a very few letters from Santa Cruz. Ihove my letter will appear in next Sun- day’s CaLL. Ishould like to belong to the C. R.C. Your reader, ROBERT LINCOLN. SANTA Rosa, Dee. 10. Dear Editor: We always have taken a great interest in the chilaren’s page, but we never sent a letter in before. We saw the picture of the little children in the hospital in last Sun- day’s CALL. We had a show and with the money we raised bought paper dolls aid tissue paper to dress them with. We are going to send them for some of the children in the hospital. We are going to send some Christ- mas cards with the dolls. We had a little club. The girls in the show were Irma Wood- ward, Marion Geary, Elsa Nye, Bernice le Gro, Mamie de Lapp and Olita Gates. Last summer most of us went away for a vacation, but about a week ago we started in to finish dressing the dolls for Christmas. We hope the children ticket for you IEMA WOODWARD-MABION GEABYy Managers. 1074 Fourth Strest. Show 5e. Santa Rosa, Cal. Now we must ciose. From vour little friends, MARION GEARY and IrMa WOODWARD. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal, Dec. 6,1896. Dear Editor: 1am living in this City to go to the Sacred Heart College. Papa and mamma live in Temescal, Oakland. Idon’t like it here, and go home every chance I get. My singing-teacher is Miss Black. I wishto be a singer and go to Europe. 1 wonder what Santa Claus is going to give me this Xmas. He brought me in a basket just eight years ago last St. Jerome’ , 50 mamma always calls me Santa Claus’ Jerry. The fam- ily at Temescal will jump to San Francisco if this letter is published and I'll wear a broad grin next Sunday. JERRY B. HANNIGAN. ANTIOCH, Contra Costa County, Cal., December 5, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CALL. 1have been reading it and like it very much. I have one little sister, 6 years old. I am staying with my grandma. I am glad McKinley is elected. I close, for do not wish to take up too much space. Hoping to see my letter in mext week’s paper, I remain, yours truly, JOLANTHE E. NUTHALL, 9 years old. TRINIDAD, Dec. 2, 1896. Dear Editor: T am a litile boy 8 years old. My pape has taken THE CALL for thirty years. I live at a lighthouse and every night my paps has to light the big lamp in the tower and put it outin the morning atsunrise. In the winter the big waves dasn against the rocks and make a loud noise. I build little boats and take them down on the beach and send them out on. the ocean. Sometimes I go to pick moss sand hunt for agates. I would like to be in San Francisco now and see all the pretty toys in_the windows for Christmas. I hope you will put my letter in the SUNDAY CaiL. Yours truly, CLINTON E. HARRINGTON. } CoMsTOCK, Cal., Dec. 4, 1896. Dear Editor: We are two little girls who live in the country. As we did not have anything else to do we thought we would send you some puzzles. Our school closed last Friday for a long winter vacation. We took part in the closing exercises, which were very good. Our teacher’s name is Miss Boynps, and we all love her dearly. Every place we go up here we have to ride on horses, for it is all up and down hill. Weget to be pretty good riders with so much practice. Your little friends, LAURA and FLORENCE GREEN, Aged 10 and 9 years, CALISTOGA, Cal., Dec. 6, 1896. Dear Editor: Will you please publish the following verse. which I have made upasa play on “little”: Once & little cat, who Iived in a little house, Went out for a little walk and caught a little mouse; But this little cat 50 enjoyed a little fun, That she let the little mouse have a little run; But this little mouse had gone but a little way When the little cat, who enjoyed a little play, Caught the little mouse again and gave him & little throw; While the Iittle mother cat exclaimed, “Ah, I told you so,” As thda little mouse went through the little oor, “Now your dainiy little mouse has gone to | come no more." M. EvA NAVONE (C. R. C.) SAN FRANCISCO, November 30, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to 1HE CALL. My papa has taken your paper for nine years. I like the children’'s page very much ‘and try to read the stories. I 80 to the West Efid School. 1 am in the high second grade, Miss McCarthy’s class. Iam 7 years old, and Liove to go to school. Yours truly, 5230 Mission street. SOPHIE FASSLER. 8AN FRANCISCO, Dec. 7, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am 7 years old. This is my first letter and 1 would like to see it in Sun- day’s CALL. I think I will close now. Good- by. Your little friend, ADELE MECCHI. ALLIANCE, Cal., Dec. 6. Dear Editor : This is my first letter to THE CALL. 1like toread the children’s page very much. I live in a dairy country, about two miles from Arcata. Ioften go to the creamery for aride. My uncle takes THE CALL. Iam 8 yearsold and in the third reader. Ilove my teacher very dearly. Two passenger trains and a logging train pass our house every day. If thisletter escapes the wastebasket Ishall write again. Your new friend, LesLIE NEFF. EAN FraNcisco. Cal., Dec. 6, 1896. Dear Editor : This ismy firstletter to you, but in probability not the last. 1 attend the Den- man School. I shall at some later time write & poem to get published, as I am eager to be- long to your club. I have always enjoyed reading Childhood’s Realm and it will be more enjoyed by me if my name appears in it Your reader, * GRACE MARVIN. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Dec. 4, 1896. Dear Editor : 1 have a brother and sister. My papais a captain. My mamma and papa read THE Call I shall close for to-day. Your new friend, PUZZLES , ) : = STl CURTAILING. 1. I am lustrous; behead me, and I become attentive. IL. I am agood bargain; behead me, and I'm a pile. 1IL I am weapons of war; behead me, and I'm the expression of thoughts. Av1ce BELL (C. R. C.) IV. I am composed of two parts: My 1 is bright, My 2 is bright, My whole is bright. Icontaln, first, a name applied to asailor; second, the home of a wild animal; third, means of ascent; fourth, good; fifth, height; sixth, & liquid measure; seventh, & narrow opening. WILLIAM SEA JR. (C. R. C.) V. What word of four letters from which you may take 2 and have 4 left? take 3 and have 5 leit? GRETTA CLUFF (C.R. C.) VI Word square. 1.—A gir¥s name. 2.—An oven surface. 3.—To ralse or bring up. 4.—A linear measure. VIL Anagrams. Definitions. A cone. A large body of water. VIIL A nice pet. Something needed in time of trouble. EVELINA CORDAX (C. R. C. IX. One-tenth ot Providence. One-eighth of Richmond. One-seventh of Trenton. One-tenth of Sacramento. One-sixth of Denver, One-tenth of Harrisburg. One-fifth of Mexico. ‘Whole is a capital eity in the United States, Conundrum by John Wasboys (C. R. X. What is that which has four eyes an still cannot see? Conundrum by L. and F. Green (C. B. G) At el .Hn;v(evj Sor December &, L Ella Hartnell. IL. Water. 1II. (a) Soldier. (b) Crystal. (¢) Neighbor (misprint). IV. Mat-rye-money. Matrimony. VoA O IED CEDE I DEA DEAD VI. salem. VIL (a) Ostrich. (b) Kite. VIIL Because it’s D parted (departed). IX. S Aon Mau. “Essay on Man.” énjvfffj Receives, The following members of C. R. C. hava sent in answers to puzzles published December 6: 1da Wightman, Ella P. Hartnell, Eva M. Bolger and Ethel MeClure. For November 29—Delayed, Theodore Joos, Answers also received for November 23 from Bessie Orchard. For December 6—From Marion R. Hart, John L. Wasboys, Queenie French, Josephine Ras- piller, Beckie Heino, Patritia V. ana Carmelita de Ferri and Irene A. Moore. ]_&Ettcvj fl(kl\gov( lcagca Besides letters publithed pleasant communi- cations have also been received from the young people whose names folloty : ) Maude McAtee, Beckie Heino, Mamie xou-} Katie Hatch, Queenie French, Marion Har. M. Clare Stratton, Clara Orchard, An ; toineite Crawlord (C. Ry C.), Tillie Dittmann, Eva Ball Esther Indig, Irenc A. Moore, The. Joos (C. K. C.), Charles Anderson, E. Scharzman. w Ferguson, Bessie Orchard, Mamie Pe’le};::]xexl Clemence Barron, Tina Bidekoff, P. and ¢ dp Ferri, Henry A.C. Liske. One letter fro; dear lftile girl who torgot to sign her nnm:l >