The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 14, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1897. ing gum, and altogether showering on her those attentions by which a schoolboy is given to making known his admiration. And now he was prepared to send her that valentine if it took every cent of pocket-money he owned, and Bertie was generally very well supplied in this re- Sixty cents was the price, but the boy paid it without winking and was about zoing out of the store when he remem- { bered Do Thornton and the comic valen- tine he was to send her. Theidea was too good to be lost, and after looklng over i the entire stock he selected one in which a very woe-begone young woman, dressed in garmenrs more prim and’ stiff than a Quaker’s and with a huge poke bonnet on her head, was warning other irls against | the vanity of dress and bidding them fol- low her wise and provident exampie. | Now, Bertie was not a cruel or even an | | unkind boy, though he was ready to do such an unkind thing. It never occurred | ==/ Poor little Do! Father and mother had both died when she was a baby, and ever | {to him that such a jest was likely to| | wound poor Do's sensitive litt'e heart. | He did not mean to be ill-natured, but | then he had no right to be so, even with- | out meaning jt. A hundred such pictures | | would not have hurt his feelings, and he did not take the trouble to think how dif- | 1 j j Eoeas XN e e It fsn’t a quarter biz enough and it's all | patches. The comic was called ‘The | Seedy Man,’ and I couldn’t help but grin when I saw how much the picture looked like Tom. Won't he be wild when we gize a ring at hisdocrbell and e gets that?” “Tracy has a lot of the funniest comic valentines in town this year,” said one of the other boys, “and when we buy ours we'll have great fun taking them round, ringing the doorbells and then running round the eorner.” ““I say, fellers,” said Fred, “it’s getting Iate now and to-morrow night is Valen- tine's, so we'd all better go home, get our money and meet on the corner at5 o’clock. Then we'll go down to Tracy’s and pick out the ones we wish.” So the little group separated, all the boys going their several ways, thinking gayly of the fun that was in store. But Burt, one of the boys who had been listening to the plans for Valentine's night, walked siowly and thoughtiully toward home. He was & jolly boy, gen- erally, the li‘e of all the fun at school, but when Fred spoke of sending that comic to Miss Parsons, the teacher, Burt felt some- | how as though it wouldn’t be the thing. | He remembered how willing she was to | explain over and over again the knotty | money he hoped to gain by the sale of the flowers. Tom’s father had died years before, and his mother was weak and worn from the struggle of the years. Tom started for home along the railroad track aiter his fruitless search. Just as he reached a turn in the road he saw that the ruin had caused a heavy land- slide acroes the track. Tom had hardly time to think before ne down the track toward the train. And then he thought of bis old worn jacket—the one the boys made such fun of. It had been warmly lined with bright red flannel, for the want of something better. it off, Tom waved it franticaily at the approaching train. Seeinz the red flag—the signal of dan- ger—the engineer applied the brakes. Tom, in his excitement, stood still on the track. The engineer shouted, but the nervous strain had begun to tell, and Tom did not hear. On came the train, and before it could be stopped it had knocked poor Tom down and dragged him some little dis- tance. Kind hands hfted him from the track and bore him into the train and onward toward home. “‘A badly broken leg,” the doctor said, as Tom was carried into his humble home. ‘““He never thought of his own danger,’ the people whispered, with moistened eyes. “Bovs,” sai¢ Burt, as they witnessed the mother's grief in the little poverty- stricken home, “he will live, the doctor says. Let's buy Tom some Howers to look at when be is k—he lov-s them, so his mother says—and some other little things be needs instead of the ‘comics.’ What do you say, fellers?"” And what they said you can guess when I tell you that Tracy put his comic valen- tines away for another Valentine day, vainly wondering why the boys didn't sevsOrr@oeme0ensy heard in the distance the heavy rumble of 77 EDITED BY the approaching train. /@ ‘What was to be done? Tom ran wildly Ly the nursery— g as siffind in with-curly d bye. Looking® for. glflire{he axy an’ bonnefls / he shid. ( . said: ([ v \Bess. ing seevies ferent the two cases were. And for my | probiem or the lesson that was hard to | S€em to care for comics this year. |part I do not consider that those|understand. He remembered how his Corxte L. BARTLETT. | wretched colored daubs which are called | mother had told him once the secret of S Tmr e ‘ | comic valentines are ever a pleasant joke. | that sad look in her eyes, the story of her | F T 2 | For one that may be sent in pure fun a|lonely life. He didn’t suppose all the | { YOI (J°m to D°Y°U7). | dozen carrv with them a spark of malice boys knew and he didn’t feel like telling, | i | and are received either with wounded | feelings or with anger; and when a jest has any ill-nature about it it is best to let | it alone. | But Bertie was only a boy, and a_heed- | less boy at best, end without stopping to | think of tue consequences, he carried his letter-box before he went in to supper. The next morning, at school, he kept but he did wish he could do something to | prevent Miss Parsons from getting that | kind ofa valentine. Yet, as he said to | bimselt, “I don’t want to spoil the fun, so T'll go to the corner at 5. The appointed hour found the boys on the corner, all but Fred, who failed to put self.” The boys had not long to wait, however. Your eyes! oh, my! I wish I could Of all their beauties vrite; They’re just the loveliest, fair In fact they're “out of sight” And when you're glad they shine and dance In such a merry way, And when you're sad they always look 't blue— 4 10y js | valentines home and directed the two |in an appeurance. Dadssamy, i sway. [ing at 1t admiringly, and wonderingy it} p o0 o velonesiin writing thatiwas care: | - Wheze" on' earth’ican 'he be®’ said Your hair is tied with ribbon bows ever in Ler life she would own anything | ¢\ disguised. They were about the | Harry. “He told us to meet here at 5 Just like the other girls’, hali so beautiful. same size and he dropped them in the | 0’clock sharp, and now he isn’t here him- | Butnot a one of them can boast Such lovely golden curls; And when in school the sun comes ’round “Why Musser, cris sices she could semember she haa lived | ooy tie B0 1o gitle, and pretty | Down.the street Frad. exsae, bredthiosory And shines upon your bair AS She pUT her d [ pich her Aunt Detsy, in the i brick | oon Do come along, her satchel on Ler | Funning, waving his arms frantically in | 1500 the b 5 houe that seemed to ber always the |, . ,;q her face lookins unusually bright | the air and calling to the boys with all gloomiest spot in the whole town. Not | and happy in its old brown hood. He felt | the power of strong, healthy lungs. | And when you smile! oh, Dorothy, that ber aunt was poor, for the brick | er say, I have & sted, ued in blue and painted red! 185 promised 1 e goes by— hermore, that & score ris implora on that sled, s rforesaid; 1, only she u that sled with me. Tell her this 211, and further tell Ilove her well. | house was both tall and broad, and Do bat all the comforts she re Her clothes we: ood, though so fashioned in their cut, and so somber in their coloring, that the chiid, conscious of never looking like otber little giris, and fancying, in her painful shyness, that they | were laughing at her, shrank from their society and became as lonely at school as ! she was at home. Her companions all agreed that she was a lttle guy, because she wore an old brown hood and a queer-looking brown cloth cape, which might, as Corny Reeves said, “have come out of the ark”; and they thought her a little eoose as well, be- | “Hello, Do!” he called. so curious that he could not forbear ask- | ing a question which might easily betray | him. i “Did you get | | any valentines this morning?"” | | Sheturned to him with flushed cheek | | and sparkiing eyes. i “Oh, Bertie!” she half whispered, *did | | you realty send it to me? And itisso | beautifull” | “What is so beautiful?’ asked the boy, bewildered. “The valentine,” she answered, with a | | smile that lit up strangely the sad littie face. *I wanted it so much, and I could not think where it had come from.” { *'On, there's been an accident on the | My heartgoes pit-s-pat train—it was almost wrecked, but it| Til as the boys allsay w wasn't, and Tom Atkins did it—saved it | 1 don't know where i at from the washout, 1 mean—and they'rs | 7o 2% foolish. 3 s bringing him 1n now on the train. He's| ButwhenI 1o itled, I guess, or if he isn’t he’s pretiy | near it!” | *‘Come on, fellers, let’s go and see.”” said | Harry. Off the boys scampered for the | | truth, depot as fast as their sturdy young limbs could carry them. Just as they got there the big engine swung around the curve and came slowly into the depot, drawing | a long train of passenger coaches. | The news that there had been a washout on the road and that the tramn would have been wrecked if it hadn’t been for Tom: “Doesn‘r;the<dgpq Lord . ) e I'se: sewin’ wis out W e Z any fread? Contribufed by NONA HERBERT c.R.C puzzles for you. Hoping my letter will be published I shall close. Your little reader, ANNIE JONES. SAx FrANcrsco Feb. 3, 1897. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to you. | My grandma has taken THE CALL a long time and is much plessed withit. Iam7 years of age and go to the Webster School, and am in the second grade. My teacher's name is Miss | Turney and Ilike her very much. I have a | *(¢) For what was it used? (d) What made it become of little value? IX. (a) What great poet was born on 27th of February (b) Which of his poems have you read? (¢) Which do you like the best? X. When was Charles Dickens born? Name four of his wor! Answers for Fe—bruarg 74 i 4 b “Let's see it,” said Berue, faintiy, be- i d is Maude. Ifear | I Crow—swan—owl. "m'c',’.“]:":n:" t]'fi“g,‘ oxjiiseShe ueYer '°°"‘“fi 2 "_“‘;‘7 ";“{“’ ginning to realize that somcnnn; had | Atkins had spread rapidly through the :xly“?clstlesr‘fs'm‘r:afl;‘en;o“?::fg: but hope that it [ 1L Music. ' thers " dived. 94 Mool el ntemds odbe e o1 | gone wrong. | town and a large crowd had gathered at will escape the wastebasket. I remain, your | IIL (a) When the cow jumped over the et 8 e e T iCOR T e ey el L < | the depot long before the boys’ arrival. little read GRACE B. WATSON. | moon. Bishop. History teils us that he was | enough, and that was about all. | Do opened her satchel and carefully took | P L y ittle reader, made a martyr on account of his religious beliefs by Claudius II on February 14, | We also learn that the 15th of | y was a heathen festive day called ta Juno,” and was the occasion of | At home her aunt scarely ever noticed her. She did not mean to neglect her dead brother's child in any way, and it | never occurred to her that she was doing so. out a larze white envelope, with Miss | Dorothy Thornton written on it in cramped characters, that he recognized at | once. From this she slowly drew a valentine | “There he is! There he is!"” said Fred, as several men carefully alighted, gently lifting a hastily improvised stretcher upon which poor Tom lay. “How did it happen? How was he hurt?” was heard on every hand. OAKLAND, Cal. Iam s little girl 9 yearsold. 1 T have a nice dog, My pepa has taken I hope my letter | Dear Editor: £0 to the Lafayette school. and its name is Dude. THE CALL for a long time. (b) When it's a drift. (c) Because it’s the middle of day. (d) A glove. 1V. (a) Water. () Wet. g and y-mak i —n woman, in ke bon- | will not go into the wastebasket, as it is my | [ istake in print; should have been Eligand mercyemaking, Dorothy—or Do, as she was called—was | —1° P OrBE RO it len P story was soon told. Tom had been | ALAMEDA, Jan. 31, 1897. | first letter to THE CALL. Your little friend, “to utter” melodious sonnds.] tbrough the efforts of the | warmly clad, well fea and sent to tne best | N¢l. LOwever, but a well-known shep-; the hilis hunting for the fire:| Dear Editor: Thisis the first letter 1 have NELLIE PERKINS. | () De-sir-ed—deed. the people were persnaded to|gchool. That hing else was necossary | Berdess tending her lambs, with her & °"m,‘:fl o . ”'l‘l.‘”»!‘” the first | o cor ritten to THE CALL. Iam 9 yearsand 11 — “ VI CHICAGO 3 hod their festivities on the 14th and 10 | to make a sensitive little girl happy was | shepherd-boy lying in the grass at her| ”‘.'”g owers, where. he went each | ;gnths 01d. T go to the Encinal sehool in EasToN, Cal., Jan. 22, 1897. MEETS an idea that did not present itself to her | feat. | year to gather l_hem to sell to the city | Ajameda, and I like to read the children's Dear Editor: Yesterday the seventh grade of END tof the heat goddess Juno, and | mind for a moment, and that, perhaps, | DBertiesaw it all now. Was there ever | trade. Butthe rains had been unusually | page every Sunday in TiE CALL. My father | our school had as our grammar lesson to write | T hSe s SpEs ity mn"n = o or OIIehbpind ihek 5 D8y anything so stupid? In his hurry he had | Deavy and the few blossoms that were | has a lot of pigeons, and some of them have | & letter to one of our friends, cousins or class- | cUT ho A b e 7eel| wAsnat e rdasoniittiat Do Ww gaciilp so | AL S sotanic) mbinburry wrong | brave enough to lilt their heads above the | 0wn from Portland, Or.- IThore tosee my lot- | mates, but some of us did not have anybody CURRY 1 uip s :m‘me is ushsocmhleean :nh lndda)" wistfuliy at the valentine in the shop win- envelopes, and Katie Snow had, before | Water-sosked earth looked wind-blown | (€F in mext Sundays Caii - Oblige to write 10, 50 _our teacher said lhn(ov(e m;gnl; PLAYFUL over. The sweetest “DID YOU SEND I alluded to by Shakespeare to the effect that on this day birds choose their mates. Formerly it was the custom to send only Iove letters as valentines, but now gloves, garters, birds, pretty pieces of jewelry, bonbons and, above all, flowers are con- sidered appropriate gifts to send to sweet- hearts and friends. My boys and girls, your editress sin- cerely hopes that you have been guarded in your sending; that you have taken no mean advantage of the secrecy and mys- tery attendant on “St. Valentine's” day. BY AGNES REPPLIER. 4T was certainly a wonderful valentine. Not that you or I, perhaps, bave considered it anything remark- able, but to Do’s wistiul eves, as she stood gazing in the shop window, it seemed the perfection of all that was beautiful. There was a shepherdess tending her l sheep, with u crook tied with ribbons and | tiny little siippers on her tiny little feet. And there was a shepherd lad lying in the grass and playing on his flute for her entertainment, while the lambs, frisking gayly about, took cere of themselves and gave no trouble whaisoever. A broad border of gold lace surrounded this lovely valentine and Do stood look- prettiest idea in connec- | tion with St. Valentine's day is the one | would | It represented to her that kind of love and pleasure which she knew entered into other children’s | but which seemed | to be all left out of hers. T:TO ME, 'BERTIE?” | “Just look at Do Thornton staring at | the valentines!” said Bertie Rollins to his | sister, as they came down the street to | school. *“Wonder if she expects to buy any?” | ““You had better send her one, I think,” | suggested Grace. 0.1 wili—a comic one if 1 can get any | that will suit. A girl dressed up like her | grandmotber would be a good idea. She | wiil never dream who sent it.” And the two children passed on their | way, leaving the solitary lituie figure still | absorbed in the beauties of the store win- | dow. | But Do’s eyes were not the only ones that had espied out and admired the gold-bordered valentine. Bertie Rollins himself had been greatly struck by its gorgeousness, and had made up his mind | to send it to Katie Snow. A vastly different child from Do Thorn- | ton was this same Katie Snow, with mis- chief sparkling in ker dark eyes, and the | spirit of fun lurking always in the corners ol her rosebud mouth. A merry, romping beauty, who easily won the hearts of |every boy and girl in the school, and, | though willful and skittish as a kitten, yet managed to remain a general favorite with all the teachers. Bertie had long been devoted to her, dragging her home on his sled, presenting ber with odd oranges and pieces of chew tined for Do Thornton. Luckily, the direction was disguised and she need never know who sentit. Sup- pose he should tell Do just how the thing happened ! He glanced at her as this thought passed through his mind, and was startled to see | bow pretty she looked, notwithstanding | *he brown hood and awkward brown cupe. | Her lips were parted in a pleased smile, | {asshe gazed at bher treasure, and showed | a glimpse of tiny white teeth. Her blus | cyes were fairly moist with delight. | “Did you send it to me, Bertie?” she | asked again, with wistful eagerness. | And not for worlds would the boy have | | destroyed the happiness she felt. | “Yes, Isentit,” he said, bluntly; “‘and | I am glad you like it so much.”’ Then, with the straizhtforward friendimess of a boy, he added, “And, look here, Do, if vou iike, Ili take you home on my sled, | after school.” home together. “Yes,” said Grace, who was always quick to foliow in her brother’s lead. “He says she isareal nice girl, and he sent her that lovely valentine she bas; and I am goingto ask her to my party | next week.” | And that was the way Do began to make | friends. And, the ice once broken, it was soon found out that she could play all | zames very well, and could be the gayest | of thegay. And now there is no greater favorite and no happier girl in the school than shy, ill-dressed Do Thornton.— Golden Days. (% T @ow\((_f. 1 1 ’CHOOL had just been dismissed < and the boys had gathered outside ) to discuss plans for the coming Valeitine’s night. | “You just bet we are going to bave | some sport,” said Fred, one of the oldest in the group. *Isaw the greatest comic valentine downtown, just the thing to send to teacier.” “Tell us what it was,” chorused all the boys. “It was a fine comic,” said Fred, “‘a pic- ture of an ugly old woman, and it was called ‘The Old Maid,” and had a couple of great verses. You see I thought it would be a fine thing for teacher, you | know she is so homely, and an old maid 00.” *Oh my, won't she be mad,” said Harry, a mischievous - looking boy somewhat younger than Fred. *Oh, by the way,” continued Harry, “I saw a comic down in Tracy’s store-window that I think would be ‘out of sight’ for Tom Atkins. You know what a shabby- looking old coat that is he wears to school. “They will never do,” said Tom, in a | hopeiess voice. Tom was in the habit of talking to himself, as those are apt to do who know little of true human compan- ionship. It was a keen disappointment to Tom, for no one knew how much he needed the DUTCH FLAT. Cal., Feb. 7, 189" Dear Editor: As I have never seen any lct- ters in THE CALL from Duten Flat I thought 1 would write. I read the Childhood’s Realm every Sundsy and like it very much. I am a liitie girl 11 years old end am in the sixth | grade of the pubiic school. Inclosed I send the answers to somie of the puzzles and some | | /\[“ ) ////III;:'HA Bt (hkagpaah T A DOLLY, dolly darling ! O dolly, dolly mine! They laugh because I tell them That you are my Valentine. They think that I should have, dear, A doll in place of you; Nowldon’t be frightened, dolly, For that’s what I'll never do, 1 know your nose is melted; I know one eye is gone; My father said this morning That you r.ally were forlorn. But that’s the very reason Why you should always be The very dearest doliy In the whole round world to me. If my nose should get broken, If 1 looked queer and wild, Would my mamma exchange me For another brand-new child ? HELEN MARSTON in Our Little Ones and the Nurs Y. GHE P is & fine two-story building, with four hand- some rooms, besides & library-room. We also have a nice windmill and tank and plenty of playground for exercise and fun. The build- ing is situated in Washington Calony, which is quite large and contains a nice plantation, with many kinds of fruittrees and a large field of grain. When the flowers are in bloom and the green leaves have opened it is very lovely around the colony. We have a little town here by the name of Easton, which is six miles from Fresno and has one store, one blacksmith-shop, three churches and one bank- ing house. I will close my lotternow, as I have no more to tell about our schoolhouse or our colony. Yours truly, LEONARD A. ERICKSON. | SZZLER. I A Diamond Puzzle: —A letter in prime. | —A young goat. | —In disguise. | —To represent, The central letters, down and across, spell | the same word. (Selected) IpA WIGHTMAN (C. R. C.). 1L Word square: 1—Compensation. | —A favorite. | 83— To assist. Il 4—To eat sparingly. 5 coin. 6—Sarcasms. IiL. What is that with which a man parts every day and still always keeps? 1T and III by FRED ANTHES (C. R. 1V. (a) Why is a dirty man like a flanne (b) What is a button? BESSIE ORCHARD (C. R. C.). V. Riddle: A treasure am I, ‘nenth a tropical sky. | On dry land I make travelers glad, Butgive me an § And a power I pbssess when at sea To make travelers sad. (Selected) Emya EGGERS VL Whole, I am not far. Change my head, and I am loved; Again, and I am dread; Again, and I listen; Again, and I am & product of 50rrow; Agaiv, and Tam to ratse; Again, and I am withered. LeNA WooDsON (C.R.C.). | VIL My1,23 isa Latin prefix denoting separation; My 1, 2, 3, 4 is & circular form much used in ornamentation; My 3, 4,5, 6,7 iscertatn cloth of common reputation; My b, 6, 7 1s border, edge or line of decora- tion; My 7,8 9, 101s a girl’s nickname, 8 German appeliation; 5 My 9, 10, and 11, & boy’s nickname, a plain abbreviation; My 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, a race of our great u:ll;‘f:; 13, 14, an elemont of electric experi- f : ey Wivole is what all should use in every re- iy I8 ofce of pleasures and of friends, tion. As el as oo R by ALICE BELL (C. K. ). vIIL What is wampum? ®) Ho#flwuh.“ formerly made by the In- diaus? | | sent by you to children’s page? | of story, rhyme or puzzle, written by | must appear in print on our page. VIIL Drink—rink—ink. 1X. (a) Whip—hip. (b) Climb—limb, (¢) Bark—ark. (d) Soar—oa: X. (a) The 14th of February. (b) Because the 22d of the present month 1§ the anniversary of the birth of George Washe ington. PAnswers Received. Answers to puzzles of February 7 have been received from the following members of C. R. C.: Alice Bell, M. E. Navone, Retha Waldau, EQith Waldau, Lena Woodson. For January 31, Ethel Wilds. Answers from non-members for Februa Annie Jones, Sydney L. Schmidt, Lulu Shat- tuck, Emma Leslie, Katle and Laura Sablate schan, Annetta E. Girard, Robert Lincoln, May McCarthy. For January S1: Lizzie Wienke, Lizzie Henderson, Mabel C. Mecchi. Letters ]ckno;dledged. Besides letters published pleasant communi- | e e b ved from the boys and . | eations have been receive FE | “If there isn’t your brother Bertie drag- sl ] ;Tr;:‘:’:lm‘sc names follow: Annetta E. Girard, | ging Do Thornton on his sled!” said | AT 3 —A kind of vase, B o e Ly Corny Reeves to Grace, as they walked | AL = SAmatotv | Wheeler, Ella Jefferson, Loretta Mortimer, Emma Leslie, R. and E. Waidau (C. R.C), Emma Hollenbeck, Abraham Preciado, Julfett Driscoll, Annie McMahon, Nellie Honfler«& Ethel Wilds, Theo Oscar Leydecker, Eva 4 vone, K. and L. Sablatschan and S. C. B. and May McCarthy. To Correspondents. J. Drisq Your story duly received. Your letters are not published becsuse you write on both sides of your paper. A.E. Girard: Who is the author of the song C. R. C. means Childhood’s Realm Club. In order to become a member a contribution you, Alice Bell wishes to know what has become of Max Selig. The words “‘selected” or *“ written on ail contributions. Myrtle Van Loon: Many thanks pretty little ferns. ginal” must be for th Exchanges. “Golden Days" a weekly for boys and girls containing eighteen or twenty pages ol amus-e ing and instructive reading matter. J. Eiver. son publisher, Philadelphis. Send for ssmple copr. “The Youth's Companion” has started ont | with the new year fully up to its excelient standard, and is always enjoyable to both young and old. “Harper's Round Table” is another weekly that should be found on every library table around which gather bright boys and giris. In the February number of St. Nicholas ap- pear the opening chapters of an interesting tory for girls, by Frances Courtenay Baylor. It is delightfully entertaining and is pret| illustrated by R. B. Birch. No magazine could possibly be more ple: ing to tiny tots than “Our Little Ones and the Nursery,” the February number being an ex- quisite edition. L, Elkus publisher and ed- itor, Boston, Mass. Suggeshor\_sTor Glub Motto. “Try Agan”’ or “We Are Comrades.”’—E. Wilds (C. R. C. “‘Try to Win."—E, Navone (C. B. C.) | \