The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 10, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JANUARY 10, 1897 JANSARY. | Janus am 1, 0 of potentstes! F d backward and below. god of avenues and gates that through my portals come and | I block the roads and drift the fields with 1ch: My fros My e wild fowl from the frozen land; | congeal the rivers in their flow, | s light up the hearths and heartsof | men. H.W. THR NAME OF OUR MONTH. | The ancient Grecians, in tneir strange vet tiful religion, beiieved that when l’.s\ came to the end of a vear they found | sed by a strong door. ey also imagined that this barrier was | ed by & vorter, to whom they gave e of Janus, and he alone had ywer to open to them the New Year. rom the ne of this heathen god was the first montk of the new year formed. | The Romans also believed in Janus and erected many shrines for his worship in | their wonderful city, the principal one be- ing the great Temple of Janus. w he,’c\er you may chance to see a or any representation of ou will motice that be is given two heads, because every door and . gate faves two wa; he members and would-be members of C. have done splendialy with their | 2d contributions this week. H ay in which you are interested in | this work is very gralifying to youreditor, | and makes it worth while to iry to inter- LONGFELLOW. Don’t ever think you write too often, | because your letters are always welcome. ’ | P ful to state whether your | es ore original or selected, | names in-a good, legible | al\} (Bveaj'ev. ' | — i (Concluded.] | kling ot their indignant negatives, | inued, “Well, I ain’t, myself, be- | use I never saw one. You can go that | way home and see the berries. I'll puton | my rubber suit and go with you”; and | :h they assured him they knew the e would accompany them “in such a good cause.’ On the way they passed several clumns of berry trees, but all had been robbed of | their ruddy fruitage. However, when | they reached the adobe they were de- | lighted to see the groups of trees glori- | ously bedecked with their beautiful warm- ‘ red berries. “Are these enough?” Davis. “Oh, twice as many as we need, thank | you. Ain’t they lovely? Won't Miss| Nutter like them!” “When do you want them ?” “We will get them Monday. You see Tuesday’s Christmas, and the decorations must be finished Wednesday morning. The teachers arrive at noon Wednesday.”’ “Well, take them when you want.” ! After thanking him heartily the boys | went home, enthusiastic over “old man | Davis,” and positive thai their berries weuid cast the other fellows’ truck into the shade.” Sunday afternoon the clouds parted and the sun smiled so bewitchingly that peovle forgot his late desertion and hast- ened outdoors to pay him homage. Mrs. Sales, Joe and Ruth spent an hour on the beach, letting Miss Thistledown Lightness, as one of her admirers named her, run to her heart’s content, On their way home they saw approach- ing them the two Garcias, each loaded down with a gigantic basket heaped with bunches of Christmas berries. O mater! My heart tells me those are | our berries. I mmst find out,” and he accosted Jacinto, the elder brother. “Hello, Jacinto. Do you want to sell some berries?” None of these,” and be sct down the heavy basket while he paused. ‘These go to the city. Do you want me to get you some?” “No. I guessIcan get 1omc. get these near?” But here Pedrocalled out in the Spanish dialect, “Jacinto, come on. sStand tnere talking and the ghost will get us when we questioned Mr. | Did you g0 for the next load. Come on.” Jacinto obeyed. Joe whispered, *“What did he say, mater?” Mrs. Sales bad been raised | among Spanish families and spoke their | tongue as her own, so she readily inter- preted for him. “Ob, mater, you don’t need me now. Let me hunt up the boys. We must save our berries.” “But, Jjoe, these boys are earning their living selling berries; besides I can’t have you quarrel with them.” I promise not to quarrel, and there are plenty berries for all if they only leave us our share. Do let me go.” At her nod of consent he kissed her and added, “Don’t expect me till afier dark. We must go | boys his mind wa | witting the Mexicans. and see how many are left.” And witha | Kiss to baby Ruth he was off. By the time Joe had found both the full of a plan for out- “You see it is 4 o'clock now. They can’t get to their house, unload their baskets and get back those two miles before just dark. If we can'rig up a ghost it will frighten them away for good.” “I don’t want to take a band in fright- | ening them,” remonstrated Bert. “Just| remember they believe in ghostsand wou’t be able to see the joke." ““Well! I'd never have thought of it if Pedro hadn’t suggested it. I don’t sce what else to do.” %1 think it's all right” agreed Will. “We told Miss Nutter we'd get the berries, | and we can’t break our word, can we? | And Mr. Davis gave those berries to us, and the preasers had no right to take them after taking all the others. 1'mwith you, Joe.” By dint of much coaxing tbey got Bert | to accompany them, and, armed with a sheet, a candle and a small gray pumpkin, they hnally reached the adobe and imiae- | diately prepared the ghost. The head they made as they often had, a jack-o'-lan- tern. They pinned the sheet around and into the head. Then Willheid the pump- | kin on his head and, with sheet falling around him and light shining through the | cavities of the pumpkin, he madean ap- | perition that might have startled even a | brave heart on a dark night. sat walting for the victims. Dusk deepened into darkness, and sud- denly they were startled at hearing: “Joe! Joe Sales! Yonur little sister's | been MHAWS i S She will be all right in the morning. You won’t need me any more.”’ With parting greetings he left them. Joe bad to swallow down a good many sobs and wipe away a great many tears before he could hear what had occurred. It seems that after her walk Ruth had very quiet and soon ‘fell into a stupor. About dusk she,was seized by an attack of croup. Mrs. Sales rushed wildly to the door to call some one to summon the doctor. Just then Jacinto and Pedro | were passing on their way to get another | load of berries, and she addressed them in | Spanish, beseeching one to run for Dr. Hunt and the otner for Joe, up at the Then they | | baunted adobe. Throwing their baskets | over the tence, they were cff like startled deer, one in each direction. Alter some | difficulty in finding him, Jacinto brought | the doctor and Baby Ruth was saved. “Jacinto!” was all Joe could say as he wrung the Mexican’s hand, but tone and | eye expressed the gratitude that words could not reach. ‘ A law tap at'the door diverted their at- tention. Knowing it to be the boys, Joe [and Jacioto stepped out on the porch. | “The baby's better, old feilows, but I | can’t talk.” You tell Jacinto all about it. | Let him have the berries. Hesaved Ruth’s | life. Jacinto! Pedro!”—ana he took a | hand of each—"I didn't believe I was such a sneak. Don’t biame the boys; it was ell my fault. Count me as yonur | friena from to-night. Good-night, fel- ‘m“ ; Imust goto my mother,” and he | passed into the house. The boys were silent a monfent. (Will | afterward confided to Bert that Joe's ‘‘my | mother” awed him more than anything | else.) Then Bert made explanations. When Jacinto understood all, he asked, ina pained voice: “Why didn’t you tell | | me? Miss Nutter’s been good to us. I'd |get ber berries if 1 knew she wanted | them.” “It's because we wanted to do all our- selves. We didn’t have much sense, but | we're sorry and we hope youw'll give us | your hand.” After a general handshake, it was de- cided that the four boys would collect the remaining berries on the morrow, and, after Miss Nutter had selected sufficient, Jacinto would ship what were left o the | city. | “It doesn’t matter much abont these,” he said, “for most people have bought their Christras berries already.” At the association the berries glowed | and sparklea and nodded to each other, fully satistied that a Christian cheerful- | ness pervaded the land. | KATHERINE A. CHANDLER. THE FAITHFUL SENTINEL. sick. O, Joe! Joe Sal's! Your mother wants you. Cinto's gone for the doctor. Your sister’s sick”—all in Pedro Garcia’ hoarse voice. With a bound Joe was outin the dark- ness and the other boys followed, though Wil suggested, “IV's only a trick.” “No; bis voice is frightened,” replied Bert. “Pedro! Tell me quick—quick! Is it true? Is Ruth sick?” Bu: as he heard the quick breaths of the Mexican he waited not for the “yes,”” but raced home- ward, Will and Bert started after bim, with Pedro at their heels. Nsver had uny of them made two miles in better time. As Joe opened the kitchen door he saw Jacinto putting wood in the siove, his | mother, with Ruth in her arms,in hor low rocker before the fire and the doctor standing beside her, talking softly. “'She’s better now, thank God,” said Lis mother as Joe knelt at her side. The tittle sister opened her eyes, her lips formed a weak little smile, her tiny hand | just touched his hair, and she sank into a quiet stumber. “The danger is over,” said the doctor. *Just keep her warm, and if she wakes give her a teaspoonful of this medicine, i&fiiiifijihs ey ]Bo;y ); Johany Glas. 5 | Better than a fortune is the gift of a | cheerful, sunny disposition. No one could afford to surrender the blessing if in ex- change fifty thousand a year were offered, for, after all, happiness is the great good of life and with a melancholy spirit there is neither comfort nor enjoyment. Cheexfulness has been called the bright weather of the heart, and happy the one with whom the bright weather is in- herent. But the faculty is susceptible of cultivation, and nothing promotes its growth better than employment. “Johnny idle is Johnny sad. Johnny busy is Johnny glad.” “A merry heart doeth good like a medi- | cine,”” says the” Biblé, and even in these days, when medicines have much higher healing qualities than of ola, a happy frame of mind will do more for a man than all the doctors’ skill can. But Domestics bzlong to the hire classof society. A Bpesol Ornament. Becure a clay pipe—one with the knob well up on the bowl—then carve eyes and mouth upon it, shaping the knob for the nose. By blackening the outline of the eyes, eyebrows and mouth and coloring the hair, the face can be made guite effec- tive. Insert.the stem of the pipe in a spool of linen thread, such as 1s used for sewing on shoe buttons, Make a skirt of black silk, quite full and long enough to cover the spool. Cut out a waist of any bright color silk, shirring it tichtly about neck and belt. Fit on a cape of black and a hood of any desired color, with a wide {rill all around. On the inside of the cape sew two pieces of white flannel for needles, and attach a smali silk bag to her waist containing shoe buttons. Though quite attractive asan ornament made of a common pipe, the old lady will always be handy with needles, thread and buttons. +Just What He Wanted. There was alittle boy whose mother had cow there by the gate is right opposite us. Aim at her and you’ll do pretty well.” “All right, sir,” said Pat, and just then the farmer was called away to the barn. Ten minutes later he returned, and was horrified to see that the plow had been wandering in a zigzag course all over the field. “Hold on there!” he shouted; on! Whatare you up to?”’ “And sure, sir,” said Pat, “I did what you tould me. I worked straight for the cow, but the crayture wouldn’t kape still.” ]_{egmé of Robin Resirea j't | What time the Christ to Calvary was led And hung all bleeaing on the cross of same, While frenzied hordes reviled and mocked his name, O'er thorns the golden aureole’s flame was shed. When o’er his iace death’s deadly pallor spread And one great cry of anguish shook his frame, On rapid wings a pitying robin came, And fluttered sorrowful about his head. From out the wounded brow, with eager beak, The robin plucked a thorn, when like a tear, Upon its breast one drop of life-blood fell. And even now the blessed mark will speak, From every robin’s bosom, of the dear And tender pity that he knew so well. Ghe ]B)('l\? Qoaéfit'l\e. The “blind quadrille” is generally voted the drollest sort of a performance oa rec- ord; it invariably results in shouts of un- controllab e laughter. Tts plan of procedure is this: Four cou- ples who are blindfolded attempt to go | correctly through the figures of a qua- drille. In this, however, they miserably fail and wobble about in out-of-the-way corners of the room and fall over furni- | ture in a condition at once helpless and ridicalous. For example, in the ladies’ made a little Lord Fauntleroy of him, chain, they imagine they are performing From St. Grat/‘c W\I lo “\a P'u—o ere l»er-ries grow emost oL e rBen lefl l'um fl\cm %\\Afl& 8 go‘ fellewed ‘i“ick.l)’ Nicholas.) training his hair in long curls and dress- ing him in black velvet knickerbockers | and jacket, ornamented with white lace. One day a large girl thought to frighten the picturesque little chap by rushing toward him and brandishing a large pair of scissors and exclaiming, “I'll cut off your curls!”” The little Lord Fauntleroy Was not frightened. He merely repli*d in a shrill little voice, “Wish you would!"'— | Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. 60 A B°) Who Wanted Sugar to Make the | Kisses Grow. Kisses are sweet, Give me a plenty ; One’s not enough, I must have twenty. Love makes them grow, Sugar can’tdo it; They root in the heart, And come up right through it. Give of them freely As time flies past ; With a soul full of love They grow very fast. Twenty for grandma, The same for Aunt Kate, Putin a letter, 7 Will reach them 77, / 7 at 8. 1 Twenty for Ida; See with what fleetness They are hurrying to her To give her their sweetness. W Lou loves you the most, She’ll want a caress ; Just send her a tubful, They’ll go by express. F. M. W. ————— He Plowed to the Mark. Pat was new at the business, and the first attempt was anything but successful. *‘Look here,” said the farmer, “‘that kind of thing won’t do. The corn will be dizzy that grows in a furrow so crovked as it gracefully and properly, but, oh dear, no! for they are scattered about the room in various places. The same grotesque antics form part of every measure of the dance. Their attempts to look dignified are futile and the performance is often concluded in an obscure corner of the drawing-room amid shouts of merriment from the onlookers. Ereaxor LEXINGTON. How'to ake a Balloon 1t is easy enough to make a neat little balloon at a cost of only a few cents. Buy, several large sheets of stout tissue- paper and cutthem into fourteen sec- tions the shape of that shown in the pic- ture, and of such size as you may wish— three feet is a good length. Now paste these strips together at their edges, being careful to leave no slits nor holes any- where in the balloon. Trim the bottom off evenly all around, and in the neck fasten a circular piece of thin wire by folding over the tissue-paper and pasting itdown firmly. Now provide two eross pieces of wire, which may be hooked to the circular piece, as shown in the pic- ture. Where these pieces cross fasten a piece of soft cotton. To inflate the balloon have some boy hold it up by the top; then dip the cotton in alcohol and set it afire, being very care- ful not to let the blaze touch the tissue- paper. The hot air will expand the bal- loon and cause it to rise to a great height. Any boy or girl can make this balloon. ——————— Which Was It? “Qur Tommy iseither dreadfully greedy or dreadfully lazy.” “Why?” ““Well, instead of writing to Santa Claus he just cut a page of- toy advertisements from the newspaper and stuck it up the chimney.”” Like Papa’s. A six-year-old was seated in a barber’s chair. “*Well, my little man, how would you like your hair cut?” *'Oh, like papa’s, with a little round hole'at the top.” e Deloden Falls Nearer Home. Eidth—Where are you going to spend your vacation ? Bessie—Mamma wanted to go to the Falls, but papa said that if she went to a bicycle academy she could see ail the falls she cared to.—Harper's Round Table. “Isn’t Fathers Queer?" New York Mercury. Little Boy—Isn’t fathers queer? Auntie—In what way? that, Fix your eye on something across the field and head straight for it, That 9ee Goa Tus Woron? Little Boy—When a little boy does any- “hold | POLLY AND RAGS. thing for his papa he doesn’t get any- thing, but if another man’s boy does it he gets a penny. our day and country, asks the Youth’s Companion, than this remark of a famous English writer: “The soul is dyed by its thoughts; we cannot keep our minds pure if we allow them to be sullied by detailed accounts of crime and sin.”” One Good Reason. Bettie Witless—Why does that little boy always go barefooted ? Sallie Knowall—Why, because he has more feet than shoes.—Harper's Round Table. —_— e been told it was wrong to ask for anything at the table, was down at dessert. Afler patiently waiting for some time without being noticed be exclaimed: “Mamma, please, may I have an orange if I don’t ask for it?” Yes, dear,” was the reply. But, after a considerable interval, the little fellow, not getting his orange, again addressed his mother with: “Please, mamma, I'm not asking fcr an KINGs CITY, Jan. 4, 1897. Dear Fditor: Aslwrote a letter some time #go, and as it was published, I thought I would write another one. I have one pet puppy and six orpban turkeys, We are having vacation now. e are going to have a new teacher next term. Ihad a great deal of fun Christmas. Idid not get many Christmas presents this time. Well, as my letter is growing long I shall close, hoping to see this letter in print. Your little reader, ExMA HOLLENBECK. NEVADA CITY, Jan, 3, 1897. Dear Editor: Thisis the first letter 1 have written to THE CALL. My papa has been taking your paper for ten years, and I have enjoyed reading the children’s page. 1 go to the Lincoln School. name is Miss White. The only pev I have is a little sister. 16 months old. T have not see any letter from Nevada City in THE CALL. Tam a little girl. Iwill be 9 years old mext Washington's birthday. Ihope you will pub- lish my letter in THE SUNDAY CALL Yours truly, MILDRED V. MURCHIE. 8AN FRANCISCO, CAL., Jan. 4, 1897. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to you. I enjoy reading the children’s page very much, but would enjoy it more to have my name ap- pear in it. Itry to solve the phzzles, hut do not get them all. We have taken THE CALL for twenty years. I have a little sister 6 years My teacher’s She is ,0ld. Wishing you s happy new year I remain your friend, ‘AvGUSTA KNUTSEN. SAN FRANCISCO, Dec. 30, 1896, Dear Editor: I am becoming very much in- terested in your puzzle column. I worked on all the puzzles in last Sunday's paper, Decom- ber 27, and think I have got the correct an- swersto all of them. You will find them be- low. I am not a member of the C. R. C., but will try ana contribute something soon to your children’s columr. My father has taken THE CALL for many years, but only lately haye I become interested im it. I remain yours truly, WaRD C. HUFF, 2415 Green street. KAISEN DISTRICT, Cal., January, 1897. Dear Editor: I will write to yon again with the hope that this letler will not be thrown into the waste-basket. Papa takes THE CALL—has taken it for a long time—but I never read any part of it but the children’s page. I always read the stories and the letters, and feel as it I know some of the boys and girls who often write letters to you. Iam 11 yearsold and live in a pretty place about nine mites from Mendocino City. The schoolhouse is about three-quarters of a mile {rom our house, but as we have only about eight months of sczool in each year we are 1 sparea the muddy walk in winter. adiala st wean b dad My last teacher was Miss Mollie Norton. I love her very dearly and so do all the rest of her pupils. 1have two brothers, Willie and Tony, and two sistors, Lucinda and May. They are older than L. Isend you some answers to the puzzles “When Found Make a Note of‘"I What could be a more timely saying for | A little boy, 4 years old, having often | | which were in the last paper and hope they are right. Ialsosend you some puzales and hope they will be published. Hoping that this letter has not become tire some, I am, your new friend. __ CARRIE GONSALVES. MILL VALLEY. Dear Editor: T have been reading some of the letters in THE CALL and I thought I would write one. I have a pet cat named Trilby. Mill Valley is built in the hills and isa very pretty place. I often go fern-hunting and | pick berries and mushrooms. I go to school, but we have vacation now. Ihope my letter wiil not” be put in the waste-basket, but that you will publish it in next Sundey’s CALL GRACE DEAN HOFFMAN, 9 years old. SN FraNcIsco, Jan. 3, 1897. Dear Editor: This 1 my second letter to THE CatL I wrote once before,but it was not in my name I saw. Now I'll tell you how I | spent my vacation. I was in Sebastopol, a { town in Sonoma County, whch is noted for timber and fruit. Wespent a merry Chrisw mas and had lots of good things. Santa Claus treated me very well. I wish you all a happy new year. I thinkI will close now, hoping to see this letter in Sunday'spaper. _ _ ESTHkRINDG. PUZ Z LES 5 "'Wfi R New Puzzles, Questions, Etc. ANAGRAMS AND DEFINITIONS. 1. The tear, a place of amusement. 11 Steel trap, one of the ingredients used in composition of an explosive. EVELINE CORDAN (C. R. C.), BEHEADINGS. IIL (a) Behead coin and have a tree. (b) Behead the claw of a bird and haves mensure. (c) Behead a house for beasts and have an article of iurniture. GLADYS BELL (C. R. C.), 1V. (a) Behead a flower and have a fluid. X(b) Behead an animal and have an expres- sion. (¢) Behead what makes little boys’ legs acha and have what were burned in olden times. (d) Behead a piece of ground and have & part of the body. W. TiB1rs (C. R. C.). RIDDLE. V. What letters five will firmly do The same five letters sever t00; And when the second five are done, Again the first can jein in one. Mary F. MERRILL. VI. Iam a familiar saying. My 1, 2, 4 is to proffer. My 3, 8, 12, 5 are small animals. My 6, 13 an exclamation. My 7, 10, 11, 15 is apprehension. My 9, 14, 24, 17 to touch. My 16, 22, 23 is watery vapor. My 5, 18, 19, 20 a covering for the foot. My 23, 27, 21 is to attain. My 26, 27, 8, 28 organ of affection. AuICE BELL (C. R. C.). HISTORY QUESTIONS, January's patriotic days. I. (a) What great man was born January 3, 17577 (b) What did he do? 1L (a) When was Pestalozzi born? (b) Why shonld we care about his birthday? Gorrect AnswWers to Puzzizs of danuary 3. 1. Cart—art. 11 Brace—race. III. Taunt—aunt. 1V. L—arch—larch, V. L—edge—ledge. VL L—eaves—leaves. VIL Car—pet—Carpet. VIIL The Emancipation Proclamation by President Lincoln, January 1, 186 IX. Battle of New Orleans, Januaty 8, 1815. X. (a) The sound of = bell. (b) The roar of a lion. Answers to Puzzles of January 3 Have been received from the following mem- bers of C.R. C.: Retha Walden, Ethel Mc- Clure, Ida Wishtman, Eila Hartnell, Eva M. Bolger and J. L. Warboys. For December 27 from Ethel McClure and Jessie Harkin. From non-members for December 27: Ward C. Huff and Mary Carroll. For January 3 irom Nona Herbert, Ray Manasse, Fred Anthes, Carrie Gonsalves lnd Birde Cluft. Leetters Acknowlzdged 1 AT g8 Besides letters published pleasant commu- nications have been received from the bovs and girls whose names follow: Retha Waldan (C. R. C.), Nona Herbert, Josie Shanahan, Fred Anthes, Mae Reynolds, Ethel Hall, Beckle C. Heino (C. R. C.), Lena Woodson, Eva M. Bolger (C. R. C.), Wiliiam Lyons (C, R, C.h; poe - —— e e e~~~ i T