The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 17, 1897, Page 28

or B 26 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JANUARY 17, 189Y7. I know that you are the brother of my | Fair One, and only you can release us, when you have completed the task before you and killed the Giant of the White | Hill. Tarry here for a few days, for you kin. It’s’cause we get up early and hurry through breakfas’ so's to dress in time for Sunday-school and then hurry to Sunday- school so we won’t be late and then skip inter church 'fore the hell stops ringin’, are welcome.” [To be conc'uded next week.] |and then go home to dinner and get fixed up fur afternoon service, an’ then get sup- | peran’ go to bed so pa and ma can get ready for evening service. That's all Jqftef the Mo\(éa}j' we do. The Ghristmas Tree's Liament. . The Brooklet. Over the rocks the waters flow, Swift to the ocean they soon will go; There at the ocean’s foaming feet, These little waters all will meet. My branches now Are stripped and bare Of #1l their wonders Rich and rare; My glittering lights Over the rocks the waters flow: Where sittte fishes dart to and fro; { Where the oak trees spread their shade Over the valley and over the g'ade. Over the rocks the waters flow, Where sweet violets and daisies grow, ‘Where little fisners drop the hook Into the depths of purling brook. EUGFNE VAN ANTWERP. Oakland, January 12, 1897. e St | "God loveth a cheerful giver,” and a cheerful receiver is hardly less praise- worthy at Christmas time. he suddenly felt the ground at his feet tremble, and in a moment he saw a great | hole oven, into which he felt. Down, down, down, he went. All day he fell, but, strange to say, he felt no | queer sensation at all. Suddenly he found | himself on his feet in & strange country, | just as the sun was rising there, and the | birds were singing their morning hymns | of thanksgiving for the breaking of a new | | day. | Sunny One put on his cap of darkness, and immediately he felt himself rushing on, outstripping the wind, till he stood before a great palace, but was debarred from entering it on account of nine locksd | enteways. It was written inside his cap | of darkness that here lived his eldest sis- ter, Fair One. Seeing a little maid inside th2 gate, | Sunny One pulled off his cap, and im- | mediately she cried out: “Go away, go away, or you will be kille “No, I shall not go,” he answered. *But | do you go to the lady within and te!l her | that her brother is here.” | Soon a very beautiful woman dressed n | old like the morning sunshine, came out | 2 anctent forefathers in Britain | a shrill, piping voice, “give me something | t© 1:m and led him into the palace. | ; When Sunny One told her the story of led the first month of the year | to eat. i i ' or ‘“cold air “With pleasure,” the boy replied, eving | how she and her s rs had been sold for ; iven to itin Corn- | his strange guest, and when they had fin- | their weight in gold, silver and copper, she | ished their repast notone morsel of the | knew that he was her brother, for no one | he idea existed that | three loaves remained. elsec { have known her story. So shei shine no more For the ashman’s cart Is at the door. Alas, alas, That this should be The end of the Glorious Christmas tree. M. W.R. é- ROSEVILLE, Cal., Jan. 10, 1897. ]‘S‘tffy. Dear Editor: This is my second letter I have written to THE DAILY CALL. My papa hoes been | taking your peper for several years, and I en- joy reading the children’s vage. I go to a graded school. My teacher's name is Miss pp. 1 have two pets; one of them isa litile calf and the other is a littledog. My dog’s name is Prince. SYLVIA THEILE. BrODERICK, Yolo County, Cal., Jan. 6, 1897, | Dear tditor: Tnis is my first letter to you, | and Ihope it will r:iss the waste-basket. 1go to the Sacramento Institute school and am in | the fifth grade. I am a boy 11 years old, and I bave a little brother 11 months, whose | % name is William McKiniey. My father has | | taken TuE CaLL for six years, and I like Gobolink, a name suggestive | Of fire or water, earth or air A shape which we by chance invest with Fur or feathers, scales or hair. ew colder as they grew longer. During the meal the little boy toid the told bim not to be surprisea at anything the chiliren’s page very much. I think my letter s getting too long, so I will close, re- | “Che Palace of the Year. r on the Anglo- called it the | dwarfof his errand, and when they were | that might happen in the castle. | “Wolf mon se the wolves were | about to separate the dwarf said: “For,” she said, “'my husband is en- | “You have been kind to me; now I will [ chanted, and only in the night-time does serve you.” heappear as a man.” | Then the dwarf stamped his foot on the | Sunny One was delighted with all he | | maining your true friend. GEORGIE LOUGHMAN. SANTA Rosa, Cal., Ja Dear Fditor: 1 read THE CALL every BY G. A Davis. | An open door, where God's greatangel stands; There, foe with foeman meeis in ghostiy fight, 10. | Without. the star-sown midnightand the coid, On strange dim fields in lands unknown, Sunday. | A shroud of darkness round the dead worl + afar— | 2l becar then than at any other ry is pictured as old calendars J a man bent with arrying a wood- | ground, and immediately there lay at his | saw in his sister’s palace. Everything was | I bave not seen any letters trom Santa Rosa, [ rolled : s :‘l,‘,'"f‘ \~“.u,,-_\v(, “:!,,l helm Ql"n{‘l‘ }m;c a starj man's ax and a bunch of faggots. He ap- | feet a small sword, a cap and a scarf. of gold, from tue finest dust in the drive- | [ 501 thought T would write to you. This is my | Within, a many-chambered palace faf Or over some dend passion falls thenient ears 10 be s! with cold and is| “Here,” said the dwarf, handing these | way to the massive pillars supporting the | {duletertogau TEa 0 the Ton I RleRt | Veves the dlisdony hinds st ibines fbe R R P e e i ily engaged blowing his fingers to | things to the boy; ‘‘here is the sword of | wails. Beautiful divans of gold, covered | am in the A fth grade. My paps is the agent | Love seli-surzendered, crowned with golden Full ofall pawer and possibility, of cloth of gold, zing. sharpness, which, so long as you carry it, | with rugs and pillow And in our hs at the Southern Paciffc depot. I have a great hair, 1ds God lays the golden key. | deal of fun there. As I think my letter is| Tihe sacrifice of married lips and hand ng too long I shall close. Your little = reader, GENEVIEVE STON Age 9 years. | will prevent you from being so much as | greeted bis eye on entering, and even the i scratened, much less can any one kill you. | water in the fountain fell in great amber | And this is thecap of darkness, which, | clouds, as if the morning sunshine, | | when you wear 1t, will make you invisible | stretching in its long finger-like rays, had and carry you swifter than the wind wher- | the'touch of Midas. | ever you wish to go. This is the scarf of | Sunny One saw that his sister was | plenty; if you are hungry or thirsty you | happy, tnough her face often clouded 1 have but to spread it on the ground, and | when she spoke of the enchanted spell | all that you can wish for and more besides | that hung over her husband. will appear. Now farewell, and remem- | As evening drew on suddenly a terrible ber me when you return this way.” | noise was heard and a great ram dashed When the boy, whom we will call |into the palace and up the broad golden have to stay in the house. A shorttime ago 1| Jane and Little Madge; two rabbits and a Al received a letter from Clinton Harring:on, our | Maitese kitten, whom we call Jo. He is real ArawEDa, Cal., Jan, 12,1897, | little Iriend at Trinidad, and was exceedingly | good, for he looks at the birds, but does not Dear Editor: Lam 8 little gi71 12 years old, | Pléased. for 1t was o very interesting letter. 1| jump at them. 1should like to have a mor- Tam In the seventh grade. I wish to become | think thatif all the boys and girls would | key for a pet, for I think they are very cute. ‘a member of the C. R. C. Plense teil me how I | Write to nim they would feel the same as I ao. | Hoping that this my first letter to THE CALL may. My papa has taken TiE CALL for & long | 1 W08 much surprised and pleased to sce & | will be printed, I remain your friend, e 50T enl 7 SR GOENAT Tiaindes picture of the petrified arch at the Calistogs | MAY PECKHAM. Bl o kit Mary Coxno. . | Hot Springs. I have seen it often but never % = knew how long it was supposed to have been CALISTOGA, Cal., Jan. 11 | there or by whom it was built. Indeed, I A serpent rampant on the sea A reptile, beast or creeping thin A bird that sails on silent wing; Whate'er our fancy shapes with ink, You still are curious gobolink. —_— Sunday-school Superintendent—Can any An airship mystic you might be; i | | noaned faintly, 10 go.” juivered Benny, ce unswallow so!” F. MERBILL. i ——- New Puzzles, Questions, Etc. O\ Evin. | How a Brave Boy Gonquered and | Slew the Giant of White Hill. | BY EDGAR PENFIELD. | 2 time ago there lived in the land of n a weaver with his wife and his | tbree dauzhters. One day, while gather- | ir s in the wood, the father, who w ompanied by his eldest daughter, | ccosted by & tall, su—nnge-luokmgi AL ma “Will you give me that girl of yours, | z00d man?” the stranger said. i And that 1 will not,” the weaver an- wered. “But I will give you her weight in gold, said the man, and before the father could rere was the heap of shining metal on the ground before Lim. The tem ion was too great to be re- ted, to the man departed with the girl, | nd the weaver buried his gold and then | t home to his family. “Where is Fair One?” asked the mother, as her husband came in alone. “Ah! 1sent her on an errand to the vil- the guilty man replied. But night came, and the girl did not re- turn, and the mother’s heart was erieved. But the weaver thought only of his gold. Another (day the weaver was gathering ots with his second daughter when a | \ze man addressed him: | “Give me this maiden,’”” he said. 1 “XNay, but I cannot,” the father an- | swered. “I will give you her weight in silver,” ided the stranger, and there'in & mo- ment was a heap of shimmering silver on the nd. So the girl departed with the man, and the father, after burying his silver, re- turned home and repeated of his daugh- ter the tale he had told of Fair One. ““Alas, alas!” cried the mother, day and ght, wh neither child veturned home: | have lost both Fair One and Brignt , Alas, alas!” | Another day the father parted in the | same way with his youngest daughter, for her weight i copper, but when he saw his wife lament more for the Gentle One than for the other two, his heart was moved to pity and he confessed his guilt. | Then the mother wept no more before him, but a!l day, out in the fields and | woods, she let her tears fall, and her sobs | uroke the stillness around. i Soon after this a littie boy came to them, and often he wondered to see his mother weep. But she never would tell | him the cause of her griet. One day, how- ever, he came running home from school, | crying: ““Motber, mother, cease your weeping, for I will not rest three nights in any liouse till I have found my three sisters!” The next morning, as he was setting out on his journey, the mother cave him three loaves of breaa, but she wept when she said good-by, and went into the house. The boy, however, was not depressed. | The sun was shining, the birds were sing- ing, the flowers were blooming, and hope beat so high in his heart, that he was | zlad, and felt in harmony with the joyous mood of nature. At noon h t down on a mossy rockl beside a brook and took out a loafof | bread to eat. But before he had taken a 0od before him & queer-look- m s il Tes ing man, with a great shock of red hair. “My Little man,” the dwarf cried out in A wild toy menagerie one night got away From its keepers and mixed in a savage affray, And strewn far around where the conflict had raged Were the fragments of ““Ark’’ in which they’d been caged. A little stuffed doggie had sprung at a sheep With furious fang and had put it to sleep, In pain and in anguish a ‘“Noah” had died, And the sawdust had bled from a hole in his side. A tiger had chewed on a tin turtle’s neck— The paint had come off and the toy was a wreck— The “Royal Bengal’’ was himself knocked clean out, And his, ears, tail and claws were all scattered about. Then a fierce, bristling pig with a razor-like tush Had gone for a big grizzly bear with a rush, And died, for his foe with one swipe of his paw Had smashed the wild porker’s hot, truculent jaw. A rabbit had found a giraffe in his path, Which became then and there the cause of his wrath, He had charged like a soldier all wild to attack And lay on the field with a crick in his back. A lion low crouched by the badly wrecked ark Was sorely surprised by a kid in the dark, And being unable to fight or escape, Had been bumped by that goatlet till quite out of shape. A hungry red fox had full ravenous tried To eat his way through a cloth elephant’s hide; A poor plaster kitten,, bereft of its breath, Had probably purred its toy body to death. A python had coiled himself round the stair rail Till he split himself clear from his head to his tail; A monkey had strayed near a huge crocodile And furnished a meal for the king of the Nile, A little policeman lay cold on the floor, His pretty blue uniform spotted with gore ; In keeping the peace he had given his life And was dead in the midst of that terrible strife. So with teeth and with claws throughout that long night They had fought to the death and died in that fight; And strewn far around where the conflict had raged Were the fragments of ark in which they’d been caged. And the papers next day, with a great flaring. * head,” Told the world how they died and how they lay dead. Of each luckless creature they ‘printed the name And said at the closing, “ Nobody to blame.” TOM GREGORY. A [ERRIBLE. . OCCURRENCE. . plensed to find a lot of nice poems in THE CALL close, hoping to see my letter in the paper next Sunday. Oh, yes; why do we never see anything from Maud Mallory soy more? Your friend, M. Eva NAVONE (C. R. C.). SANTA MARIA, Cal, Jan, 12, Dear Editor: 1em 12 years old, and my papa has taken THE CALL for about three years, and he likes it very much. I enjoy reading the children’s page. Ilive inSsnta Maria Valley. 1go to school, and my teacher’s name is S. B. schuer. He isa very good teacher, and has taught our school for five years. Iam out for our winter's vacation. Hoping this letter will, escape the waste-basket, T remain your reader, MARY JAX UM. BODEGA, Cal, Jan. 11, 1897. Dear Editor: 1am 8 vears old, and I think I am big enough to write a letter to THE CALL. Ilive in the old town of Bolega. I would be very pleased to see my letter in THE CALL. My address is Smith Rangh, Sonoma County. Good night. L1NDA TOMASL. "ARMEL VALLEY, CAL, Jan. 8, 1897. Tear tor: As 1 have not seen any ietter from Carmel I will write oue. - I live near the old Carmel Mission, one of the oldest in the State. Papn has only taken TaE CALL for nine months and likes it. This is my tirst letter to any paper. Fearing my letter is getting too long for the first time I remain your new friend, MARGUERITE MOSSOP. SISKIYOU, OR., Jan, 9, 1897. Dear Editor: Christmas and New Year's are over. 1shall write to you again. Santa Claus came to see me and brought me several nice presents. I have four brotners and two sisters ana I em the youngest of them all. I havee sister married, living in Dunsmuir, and an- other sister 14 years old is staying with her to o toscho ol this winter, as we have no school here during this season. We are having very pleasant weather here in the mountains and not much snow. Your little friend, HAZEL GREIV SAN FRANCISco, Jan. 12, 1897. Dear Edgitor: Kindly insert this letter of mine in the children's page for next Sunday. As Ispent the Christmas senson far up in the mountains in Calaverss County I wish to re- late how I enjoyed myseli far above all my ex- pectations, because the weather was very agreeable and the different people I came in: contact with were very nice and kind to me. I had lots of fun with a very fine, well- trained dog by the name of Sullivan. Ishould NOONAN. is not for sele just now, as he is the pet of the house. Christmas day wé had a fine spin down to Redding station with a splendid team of horses. Mamma and I went out prospecting for some time, but could find no real gold nugdets. We found lots of pretty quartz though. The country up there is v esting and valuable. I saw the Utica goid mine and many others. I went out bear- hunting one day, but had to go home without until Sullivan, the dog, drove my sad looks into smiles. Yours trr WILLIE VETTER. WATSONVILLE, Jan. 11, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 wish you s Happy New Year on the wenderiul number seven. If there is anything in signs, we ought to be a prosper- ous Nation froni this time on. McKinle election, followed by the lucky number sev ought to bring prosperity, peace and plenty through the four years he guides the ship of state. My papa has tekes THE CALL ever since Ican remember, and I am eleven years old. 1 like “Childhood’s Reslm’ very much and read it through every week. I would like to join the C. R. C. if you will tell me how I ean do s0. Mamma says THE CALL is the only Ciiy paper that is reliable or fit to bring into the family. [ heard a man say once that if he read anything in the other daily papers be would AIWAYS g0 to THE CALL Lo see if it was true, I think that is a pretty good name for a paper to bave. Iam very much interested in the Gobo- links. I triea my band atone to-day and send it to you with a short rthyme composed for the occasion. Ihave quite u number of pets; two dogs—a big one and a little one. The small one is a Japanese spaniel and is every- body’s favorite. Two white rats, named Lady yesterday, for I'm so fond of poetry. Ialso | enjoy my music very much. Well, I must like to own him, but I am sorry to say that he | v inter- | shooting anything, which made me very sad | “Sunny One,” turned to thank his friend | staircase, A little later a handsome man | Of You tell me why Sunday is called a day | pear Editor: 1have not written to you for | never asked about it, but supposed it was put| L HIDDEN NAMES OF BIRDS. | be had disappeared, and the next mo- | came down and received Sunny One very | of rest? lse\'ernl weeks, but I could not on account of | up by Sam Brannan, the tounder of this town, | (a) 1 should like to be a gleaner in your | ment, as he began to think of his sisters, I graciously. Little Dick (holding up his hand)—I | being sick. Iam much better now, but still { when he owned that proverty. The picture is | field. | just as matural as it can be, andIthinkI| (b) He wassecond or third in the last exam- | know the bugsy and the people in it. I was | ination. { (c) On this wall owls perch at night. (d) George is fond of swimming and Ernest ofskating JOSEPHINE RASPILLER (C. R. C.). 1L RIDDLES. Whole I am an elevation. Change rmy head and I am not lost. Change 1t again and I am an animal, Again and I am perfect. Again and I leap. Once more and I have no end. LENA W00DSON (C. R.C.). IIL A WORD EQUARE. 1. A small glass bottle. 2. A domestic animal. 3. Angry. 4. A flower. 5. Affected looks. CARRIE GONSALVES (C. R. Gu). 1v. CROSS-WORD ENTGMA. My 1 is in rat but not 1n mouse, My 2 is n stable out not in house, My 3 is in marry but not in more, My 4 is in silent but not in roar, My 5 is in Kittie, not in Jane; My 6 is in tail, also in Msine; My whole belongs to Uncle Sam— Guess me quick if you can. E. M. BoLGER (C. R. C.). V. My 1 is & portion of & whole, My 2 is the top of aroof, My whole is & bird. FRED ANTHES (C. R. C.). VL PL A PROVERB. Eth rome easth het sels sedpe. JEssIE HARKIN (C. R. C.). VIL BEHEADINGS. (8 Behead & housenold necessity and have an apartment. (b) Behead an inscription and have mascu. line name. VIIL CURTATLINGS, Curtail at once and have a negative. IpA WIGHTMAN (C. R. C). January’s Patriotic Days. HISTORY QUESTIONS. IX. Where was Daniel Webster born? X. Why does his name still live? - Answers for danuary 10. ‘ ANAGRAMS. 1. Theater. I1. Saltpetre. BEHEADINGS. 11 (a) Cash—ash. (b) Pounce—ounce. (c) Stable—table. 1V. (n) Pink—ink. (b) Cow—orw. (c) Switches—witches. (d) Farm—arm. EIDDLE. V. Unite—untie. ENIGMA. VI. Bid, rats, oh, fear. feel, fog, sock, get and heart. “Birds of a feather flock together.” HISTORY. Alexander Hamilton, born sanuary 11, 1757, in West Indies. He was a strong de- fender of American colonies; also was a mem. ber of convention which met to form a consti- tution for United States. 1L Pestalozzi was born January 12, 1746. in Switzerland. He was the originator of object teacning. Toebel, the founder of the kindergarten system, was his friend. Horace Mann, the pupil. at educator, was his = Answers to Gorrespondents. In order to become a member of “Child- Dood’s Realm Club” you must contribute an original story, puzzle or rhyme for our Chile dren’s Page. Contributors of puzzles must always send in corract solutions also. What has become of Lucy Moeller ? Besides Jetters publisied interesting lette have also been received from the boys and girls whose names follow : Eugene Van Antwerp, P. C. Mulligan, W. Lyons (C. R. C.), Josephine Respiller (C. R. C.), Esther Indig, Margaret Harper, John Deorrli, Answers to puzzles of January 10 have been received from the following members of Childhood’s Realm Club: Alice Bell, Ethel McClure. For Junuary 3—Jessie Harkin,