The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 23, 1897, Page 26

! THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 23, 18 A ZBhoog;yi ,TW the U0eek. The Prince of Robbers. The Prince of Robbers, “By and By,” Flits to and fro s> soft and sly We scarcely note that he is near, Or, if we do, he makes no fear. And if, perchance, his face one sees, He charms us with his courtiy ease. So deftly round our path he trips, He makes no bungling, bootless slips. He plunders in beguiling way The ri spoils of every day. in his crowing c of that fair treasu He plucks each minute by And decks his garment with the gem. We search in wonde: 7o find no longer are th he hours If, then, his thieving is u Run days to years, till life is wrecked. We scarcely note the precious things He tucks beneath his wings, Until we need them, every one, And then we find our ¢ s run. Too late to reckon, then, the cost Of all the precious things we've lost! Then let us watch him, you and I— This Prince of rs—By and By”'| What a fine long list of puzzie-solvers to-day! That's what I like; and your let- ters, t0o, show that you are real earnest Jitile workers. Now, let all your contribu- tions this week be appropriate to Me- morialday, and try to have your stories, pictures, puzzles and rhymes all in by nex: Wednesday evening i b Eseyn’ T ExPevience. BY CRESCENCIA EDSON (C. R. C ). It was aiter school on a very warm day in June when Edelyn Blaine entered her mother’s room with a frowning face. “I have an old arithmetic lesson to do to-day, and it will take me the whole afterncon. Ishan’t be able to play a bit! Oh, why thmetic ever made?” she exclaimed in indignant tones. “Mamma, I'm going to the woods for just talf an hour i0 play.” “But, my dear,” said her mother very gently, “vou should prepare your lesson for to-morrow before you go. “But, mamma, it will be so late then that I can’t have any fan, and if [ go now | Ican get my lessons in the evening.”” “Very well,” assented Mrs. Blaine, “‘you may go for balf an hour. I'll try you this once; but if you do not keep your prom- | ise, remember, this montn!” “Ot, thank you, mamma; I'll surely remember,” cried the delishted child, as off she ran, about the hanpiest little girl in all California, and she was soon gayly skipving along through the fragrant pine forest. no woods for you again Onand on she went, heeding neither | time nor distance. After awhile it began to erow dark, but | Edelyn was so happy she did not notice that the sun had almost disappearead. At last she grew tired and sat down on 2 mossy bank Lo rest. Then, lulled by the soft breezes and listening to the mournful coving of a dove n a tree near by, the tired little girl fell fast asleep. She did not awaken until it was very, very dark. Just think of a little girl all alone in the midst of a forest on a pitch- dark night! Of course she felt greatly frightened, and began to cry and cry and cry. Suddenly a step near by and the crack of a limb startled her. Turning quickly she bebeld Ly her side a little man just about four inches high. Strange to say he was shaped exacily like the figure nine. He was dressed in green, trimmed with gold, and wore on his foot a tiny patent leather buot. “Why are you crying so bitterly, my little one?” he asked in the kindest nl‘ tones. “I—I'm scared; and it's—it’s so dark; and I'm—I'm far away from home, and I don’t—don’t know how to get back,” she sobbed. “Why, is that all?”’” laughed he. “Don’t be afraid; I know you quite well. You are the little girl who doesn’t like arith- metic! The little girl named Edelyn.” “How in the world did you find that | out?” she asked in surprise, “ana what is your name?’’ “Never mind how I found it out, but I'll teil you my nawe. It is ‘Shutsomboo.’’” “See here, my child; it’s high time you were asieep somewhere. It is too late for you to go home, so I'!l take you with me.” “All right,"” said Edelyn, eazer for ad- venture; “I'm wiiling.” Ehe triea to arise, but found she was so stiff from ing in the damp air of the night that she conld not move a joint. “Oh, I can’t walk!” she cried. “Don’t mina that. You'll soon forget all about pain, and, besides I'l get some one to carry you!" { He took a littie silver whistle from his | pocket and blew it three times. The call was answered from the woodsand in 1 few moments there appeared before thewm a qure-four-shaped donkey, drawing a figure-one-shaped wagon, in wkich was seated another tiny man, for all the world exactly like the figure turee. | Edelyn could scarcely keep from laugh- { ing outright at the comical sight as Shut- | somboo introduced the newcomer. “This is Mr. Plus, Edeiyn; he will take | | charge of you and show you the sights.” | | Then she was tenderly lifted by unseen | hands into tie wagon and was driven | rapidly through the forest. ! | Pretty soon they reached a small town. “A crazy little place,” Edelyn thouch for ail the streets, houses, people and an mals were shaped like figures. “Here weare,”’ Pius cried. “Follow me and Ill ask my wife to give you some | supper and put you to bed. In the morn- "ing I'il show you arcund the town.” | As they neared Plus’ house the figure- { shaped poultry and animalsin the bock | yard set up a terrible outery. Pretty soon Edelyn could distingmsh words, and scarcely belleving her ears, she heard the | hens cackling, the roosters crowing, the | donkeys braying and ine pigs squealing | | these words, “Here she comes! Look at | | | her! Look at her! The little girl who goes off to play before she studies ker | les<ons!” | Plus ordered them to be quiet, and seemed to feel badly that they were so | rude to his guest. Edelyn felt ashamed, and could scarcely swallow the figare-shaped food which was set before her. After breakfast the next morning Plus took her to a large plaza, or park, in the | center of which was a great pile of | luscious pears. Around t is pie were a | great many people, all busi'y engaged in | i ‘her adding more pears 1o 1t or taking | away from the number. “What are they doing that for?’ asked | Edelyn. “Well, you see, Miss,” answered Plus, “'this is Number Town, and those peopie are adding and subtracting.” “Adding and subtracting. you mean?” “Why, you see some of the people are | puiting on more pears, that’s adding; and the ones who are carrying away the frait | are subtracting.”’ | | “Ob,” said the little girl. | They then left the pear market and went into a large building, which con- | tained only one room. | Down this room, from end to end, stood | | atable. On it were hundreds and thou- What do | sands of pieces of plates and around it were seated a great many men and women, | who were trying to place the pieces to- | gether to form perfect piates. | “What are they doing here?’ inquired Edelyn, greatly nterested. | | Plus, ever agreeable to and patient with | his visitor, explained to her that they | | were trying to form whole plates out of | parts, | “But how do they know how to find the | | right parts?” | “By the shape and size of what thoy | ; commence with. If they fina one-third ey know tney need two-thirds more to | make the whole.” | | “Ob, I understand now,” said she, “bet- ter than I ever did at school.” | Thus they went on all through Number | Town,andPlus did his best to settle the puz- | z.ing problems whics had 80 often wor- | ried the little girl. Finally she became very hungry, and they had to return to the house. There, seated at the dinner table, was jolly Shutsomboo, and Edelyn related to him | some of her sirange experiences. After the meal was over Shutsomboo cried, *“It’s time for you to go home, now,” and picking her up carried her to the top of a ladder. He then touched an invisi- ble button, which set a bell to ringing at a greatrate. All at once there sailed over | their heads and to the top of the ladder a magnificent balloon, into which the little girl was pushed. It was furnished in grand style, like a beautiful parior, and best of all, on the pretty table wasa silver dish of delicious candies and fraits. Edelyn ate as much asshe could and then iooked out of the windowsat the | clouds and treetops. Then becoming tired she threw herself on a soft couch and was | soon in the iand of dreams. | How long she siept she could not tell, for when she awoke she was lying on the | grass in the forest. It was very dark, but she did not feel atraid, for bending over her was her own dear father. His Iace 1 looked rather sad and white and he held | a large lantern in ome hand. Withouta | word be picked her up and carried her home where her mother was waiting. After being fergiven for her thought- lessness, she toid her parents abount her trip to Number Land. They lsughed and said it was only a dream suggested by a guiity cons out Edelyn stili believes it was a r perience. Stirange to say, rrom that night she has taken a great interest in arithme- | tic and always stands very high in that study. She gives to tittle Pius all the | credit of the great change and says he ex- | | | GOOD NEWS BY WIRE. plained problems so carefully that she could not help but understand. pEse e A Gloomy Sunday. (May 16) All day the cionds nad slowly wrapped Taeir folds about the hills; All day no sun was seen for mist, The air gave us the chiils. And though 'twas May, the month of warmth, C om’ort could but be found Then he sail ¥ mamma is away off, but my papa takes care of me and carls my haw. He can make all kindsof curls, 'cept one.” To my inquiry what kind that was he replied “The kind you make on the curling-irons. He can’t make them.” That evening the little schoolhouse was well filled. The performance was of the variety order, including a magic-lantern exhi tion. But the main attracti was the dear little yellow-haired Fountleroy. He sang and denced, and_was vigorously ap- vlauded by every one. His part of the pro- | 10 the place where I was sitting, with a dear little fair-haired girl by my side. Noliy st00d by vs & moment and I mede room for him on the seat. Iu afew minutes I heard him whisper: 1 will tell you how Shar- ley eats glass. He puls gum in his mouth | and chews the glass in that"” Sharley w 1 to the enildren | gramme soon ended, and eiter Fe had finished | singing *Mr. Reily'” he came down the aisle | Fort BIDWELL, Cal. | Dear Editress: T have not scen uny letters from here. I enjoy reading the Cnildren’s Page, but have never tried fo get any of the puzzles. I think the Easter stories were very fine, and Ihad a plessant time wiih them. Ishould like to join the C. R. C. Your friend, ORA SESSIONS. TawpEY, Fresno County, Cal. Dear Editress: This 1s my first letter to THE CALt. Tam 10 yearsold, and I am in the sev- cuth grade. 1 enjoy reading THE CALL, es- pecialiy the Children’s Page. We have taken your fine paper for several years. A little sis- ter came tome & year and five months ago. She came on Christmas day, 50 won the Chron- icle cup. Lhave a brother just two months old. My pets are a pony, a cat and two dogs. The Aogs T have named Minnie and Fitzsimmons. | Tne pony got cut mot long ago on a barbed- wire fence, but she 1s getting better now. On the second day of July last year a party ! of ten, including myself, started on & trip to the Yosemite Valiey. : By the Fourth we had reached a little va'ley where we stcpped to czlebrate. The place was | called Fish Camp. That nightIsat by acamp fire in the drizzling rain and watched the fireworks until quite late. After remaining at this place for two or three days, until we were quite rested, we started again on our journey. Finally we reached the beantiful Yosemite | Valley after dark one night &nd pitched our | tents. | In the morning we saw around us lovely | scenery, and went to work to make the most | of our time. We spent a week In this entrancing spot, en- joying to the fullest extent the great wonders A quaint and curious chorus in the THE MUSIC OF THE MARSH, When the sun 18 going down and the stars are at a twinkle, ;. Oh, Froggie, sing your song in peace—| And the drapery of night falls down without a wrinkle, twilight IS ago ift up your chorus shrill—| | And make the evening's musical, though they be warm or chill, | We'd miss you in the My time ith your tiny poliywog, And 'tis then we hear the music of the fair and festive frog. If we didn’t hear your music, Oh, festive, merry frog. » BEDFORDS ANNUAL By hov'ring o'er the grateful fire Or by it sitting *round. 80 pas-ed the day—dark, gloomy, coldy And duil for every of It seemed so sadly ont of place, This dny without & sun! Original. M. Eva NAVONE (C. R. C.). - - A Lane Igisent n a @DO’LNY é{hod. The children in the fourth-reader class were reciting from the long bench in front of the room when a kuock was heard at thedoor. A | pupil opened it; a man stepped in and handea the teacher some bills with the announcment, “Show to-nignt at the schoolhouse, hali-past seven.” Outside a large wagon was standing and an- other man was busy putting up a tent close by the school building. For the rest of the morn- ing the excited children ¢ould hardly be con- trolled. Such a thing had never happened be- | fore in the history of the littie school district, situated seven miles from a town. At the noon recess the boys all gathered around the liitle tent and razed as only coun- try boys can at the camping outfit and pre- parations being mude for the men’s dinner. | They saw a small boy seated 1n the wagon looking at them with wide-open eyes. Such a tiuy, litte fellow he wes, with big browu eyes, long yellow curls and a big hat setback on his head. He climbed down as s00m a8 he got over his shyness, and by the time school was reopened at noon he joined the line in & most friendly way and marched in with the rest. Tomy question s o wnat his name was he put on as air of most engag- ing irankoessand told me he was “Mr. Riley,” but added hastily: “My real name is Noliy Evaps. 1 can sing ‘Mr. Riley’ and ‘Poverty Row’ and 1 can dance a jig and hang my nead from a bar.” This last piece of information was delivered with such an air of pride that I laughed out- right, while the children gazed in speechless wonder at the small prodigy. All theaiternoon the little feilow sat on the front sent and listened with rapt attention to ail the recitations. Aiter school he waited for me to come out, and, slipping his hand into mine, he went home with me, talking all the time. He said that he liked the children very much, because they let him play with them. Then he added wistfully: “I never play wiih children any more since we went on the road. Ipiay I am an Irishman on the stage, and sometimes I am & Dutchman,” one of the two men with bim, the other being his father. ext morning, when I was coming out of the house after bre.kfest, there was the little curly-haired to me. 1 won't forgatyou or the children, specially | Alice,” he said, “and I wish I could siay ana | be your little boy. The wogon soon was driven from sight, but | the memory of the sweet little motherless ! chi:d who wanted to be my “littie boy” wiil siay in my heart a long Ume and give me | more patience with the restiess little bodies | daily intrusted to my care. ot ol Questions. | By Mary F. REED. Why wila man who can’c write prose FPersist in writing rhyme Or one whose forte is to amuse Attempt 10 be sublime? Why strive to aid the human raco And yet not help a friend? Why think to-morrow will be sweet And wish to-day would end? Why distant beauties long to view And see not those near by ? Why stubbornly reiuse to walk i Because one cannot fiy? Who ever renched the mountaintop That did not have to climb? Who can eternity enjoy That makes no use of time? Why weep at all the woes cf life i And not laught a3 its fun? Oh! why should I these questions ask When I can’t answer due ———————— “Ella, you bave been playing all the afternoon with those toy soldiers. That’s not & proper amusement for a big girl like you,” said her mother. “But, mamma, Iam not playing with the sol- diers. I picked out the. cfficers and played with them.” — . “Now, Violet, can you give me any | reason why I should not pnnish vou for being naughty ?’* Violet—Yes, ma. Daec- tor said you weren’t 1o take any vi'lent exercise. e Rural Teacher—Wnat current event of great interest can you give me this morn- ing? Smal! Girl, eagerly—My ma has just made twenty tumtblers of jelly, i feilowb waiting to say good-by | yof nawre which ars to be found in this favored valley. But our vacation could not last always, so one morning papa and the rest of the men got the teams ready, and before very long our merry party was on its way back to take up the work of life. Your little reader, Tuoys H. CALWALLADER. SAN T co, May 14, 1897 Dear Editress: I was £o giad you took notice | of the letter I wrote to you. Isaw my name in the pleasant communications and corre- spondents’ column. It encouraged me to write again to you. Tam in the fifth grade in the Everett Gram- mar School. My teacher's name is Miss Evans and [ like her very mueh. So far I have always been honorarily promoted, and I hope to be thisyear. Iiako pianoless My brother is 7 yearsold. His nameis Walter and heis in the second grade, We are so happy that we are poing to the country to spend our vacation. We are going to Capitola and we hope to have a pleasant time. One summer we spent our vacation with my grandma, and she often took us out in the evening to look for the eggs. We would go to all the different hiding places—to the hayloft and to the stall where the horses were kept and to the barn, where the cows were, and at last to the pigpen. The first visit to the pigsty my brother asked my grandma “if pigs laid eggs too?” He was very smallthen and didn’t know any better. My grandma laughed heartily and she never forgets that cute ques- ton. Hoping you will think better of this letter, Iremain, your constant reader, ExuA DULFER. SAN FRANCISCO, May 17. Dear Editress: As 1 have not written for some time Ithought I would write to-day. I have been sick for two weeks. Would you please tell me if Tama member of C. R.C.? IfIum Ishall 1 send for the badge. I think itis very pretty | and I wish Icou'd get ten of them. LastSun- dayI went out to Stow Lake and spent the day there. I fed the litile ducksout of my haua. They followed the boat in which I was allover the lake. Yours truly, BECKIE LorETTA HEINO (C. R. C.). BLENHEIN, Cal Lear Editress: 1 received the baage in fine coudition, and Iwas very glad to got itas I could hardly wait for the mail to come fn. I shall now teil you about my pet rooster Jim- my. He was the only chicken that hatched out of a certain setting of eggs, so we raised MAN WANTS BUT LITTLE HERE BELOW. [St. Nicholas.) him in the house. He grew to be s large white rooster. Then we put him out of doors. Now every morning at 5 o’clock he comes and crows by my Window (0 awaken me. He often fights with our big Newfoundland dog Nero and chases him away from the dish out | of which he eats. Jimmy will come and eat outof my hand and wi 1 slso jump upon my lap. Once Ihad apresent of a little bantam rooster, but he was 50 small that all the big roosters went after him. At last one day I found him dead, and Iwas very sorry to lose him. Thope my letter will be futeresting enough to-be published. Your constant reader, Lizzie M. WIENKE (C. R.C.). P.8—Tamglad Ican putC. R.C.after my name now. BLUE CANYOX, May 10, 1897, Dear Editress and Readers: 1promised in my last letter to tell of some iittle baniam chick- ens my sisters and I have for pets. First, an old hen, belonging to a neighbor, stole her nest awayin the brush and flually brought home six little chicks. As it was rather late in the fall and very cold our neighbor said 1f wethought we could raise the little chicks in the cold weather we could have them. We were very much pleased and took them home with the old hen, which we were to kesp until the little ones grew large enough to care for themselves. The poor liitle things had talis that looked much too large, but they them- selves did not grow very fasi, and mamma came to the conclusion that they must be baa- tams, At last we took the oid hen home and the chicks gotalong very nicely. One ran away, the old hen stepped on one, and another got separated from the rest and froze to deatn. Then we had three left,two of wnom were rcosters and one a little hen. had a present of two more, & rooster and a hen. It is quite interesting to watch the lit- tle cock chase all the bigones nway from the food. At night he roosts alone up high where he can look down and keep watch over the whole coop full. They are ail very tame and pretty. Their little eggs are not much larger than a pigeon's cgg. Mamma is going to sena a pair of baatams to our liitle cousins, who sometimes write to you from Pajaro. Good-by for this time, your constant reader, RETHA WALDAN (C. R. C.) KESWICK, Cal. Dear Editress: This is my first letter to you. My papa has taken THE CALL for & number of yearsand thinks it a very nice paper. I like 10 read the Children’s Page, for it always con- tains so many nice little stortes. Lam yery glad when Sunday comes for it brings us Childhood's Realm. There 1s & smelter here and sometimes the whole air s filled with sulphur’smoke, which is fer from pleasant. There is an iron mountain about seven miles away. Tused to attend school three miles from here at a place called Shasta. My schoolmates and I often walked and had very pleasant times. 1 have two horses named Rose and Billy. They are very gentle. Also two dogs, Prince and Snip, and a dearlittie kitty. I remain your littie reader, MINNIE MCMEEKIN. Loxroc, Cal. Dear Editress: 1 have not written 10 you for such a loug time, but shall do my best tosend & pleasant letter to-day. Welive in the Lompoc Valley, five miles from town and one mile from the Santa Ynez River. 1go toschooland have most of my sindies in the ninth grade and just a few in the eighth, We have three beautiful flower-gardens. 1 e joy living here, and just now the hills are covered with a wmass of wildflowers. The pop- ples, tiger lilfes aud dear little Johnny-jump- ups or wild pansy are my favorites. Please tell me who tne first twelve members o1 C. R. C. were. 1 hope you had a pleasant time on Mayday. I went to & picnic and enjoyed myself very mauch. 1 cannot get my badge until June, as I shall not have any woney until then. Gocd-bye. From your liitle reader, M. AvLice Horx (C. R. C.). NEW PLZZLES. L Word Squares. 1. Agir’sname. 2. Agirl’s nickname. 3. A conneeting word. Original, M. A. VELLADOSS (C. R. C.). 1L 1. A period of time, 2. A verb. 3. An adverb of time. Original. ORA SEss1oNs (C. R. C.). III. What animal’s name means to recline upon? Selected. IV. Beheadings. 1. Behead a cut and loave that which makes pain. 2. Behead again and a tree will remain. 3. Behead a sleigh and a shelf will remain. 4. We have a margin alter beheading again, H. F. KEYES (C.R. C.). V. My 3,4, 9 i3 an organ of the body, My 7,10, 11, 12 means to tumble, My 2, 3,4 s n vegetable, My 2, 3. 4.5, 6, high mountain top. My 9. 8 1, 3%s the queen of flowers. My whole'is something which THE CALL aoes. Original, Rosg RED (C. R. C.). GRACE MANNING (€. R. C.). After awhile we | VI Take a preposition from the ending and have an inhabitant of the water. ALICE BELL (C. R. C.) VII. Hidden cities. (a) The girl had a little rocking chair. (b) The miners were wasning tons of ores. (c) The lion stayed in_ his den very much longer than his keeper wanted nim to. (d) O, ma: have you cut your finger? () Was the wheel in good condition when you bought it? Original. RETTA WALDAX (C. R. C). VIIL Names of memuers of C, R. C. 1. Cull me there c. 2. 0 even man'! 3. U. 1cmore yell. Original. I1X. Iam a “volume.” I am ‘“o behold.” Again change my head and I am “seiz2d.”” Againand Iam one who prepares food for the table. Again and 1 am to fasten. IRENE A. MoORE (C. R. C.). X. (a) Transpose the letters of a word mean- ing “piles” and obtain “‘appearance.” Again and have form. (b) Transpose “looks of pleasure” and have Max SEL1G, C. R. C. Change my head and the plural of & linear measure. Again and have tropical frutts. Pnswers for May 16. L. Wora Squares. CAT ALE T E-A 1L ALL LEA LAY 1L Anagrams. 1. Lawyer. 2. Breakiast. [The “s” was omitted.] 3. 0ld England. Beheadins, 1. Plot—lot. 2. Box—ox. 3. Feast—east, 4. Fair—alr, V. Dismonds. 1v. G ER A 6 RACE ACE . £ vh s T-H ¥ S HOES Y ES s VII. Hidden enimals, 1. Dog. 2. Seal. 3. Rat. 4. Camel. . Goar. VIIL Charade, Brandish. IX. Hidden Citles, 1. Carson. 2. Victoria. X. Pictorisl rebus, Explanation: 23 4 5 In shad-o's d-well 678 9 10111213 14 13 T-tie s-light e-last-i-c hare-bell. 1n shadows dweil The slight elastic harebell. Exchanges Received. Harper's Round Table, Youth's Companion and Golden Di Letter-Writers. Besides letters published, pleasant commu- nications have been received from the follow- ing: Irene Maud Conkey, Hazel Mangels, Minnio A. Velladoes, Eva M. Boiger (C. R C.), Emma Rahn, Ethel McClure (C. R. C.), E. L. A. {Ci: B , Jim Morgan, C. Anderson (C. R. C.), Eisie Davis, Hartley E. Jackson (C. R. C.), Willie Crooks (C R. C), Fred Anthes (C. R. C., C. Edson (C. K. C.), J. C. Mae Reynouds, Kuby Wieder, Gengvivye Pag &(‘7. R. C.), Bell Brown, Annle Elphick, Mamie ” Kellogs. Solvers. Answers o puzzles of May 16 have ceived from the following members C. R. C.: Aunnfe Jones 8, M. Eva Navone 8, Ethel Me- Clure 10, Edna Osborn 8§, Lizzie M. Wienke 4, Robert 0. Lincoln 1, Luey Moeller 8, Grace Loh G, Fred Anthes 9, Max Selig 9, Ida Wight- man 6, Alice Bell 9, Ratha Waldan 8, Mada- lena Largomarsino 8. From non-members, for May 1 Ethel Banham 1, Charles Singletary 10, Es ¢ Davis 5. Lizz'e ‘Gerdes 9. For May 9: Ora Ses- sions 2, Hazel Mangels 915 The figores after the names represent the number of puzzles solved Word Hunt up to date: Max Selig (C R. C.) 129 words, Aida L. Benson 165 words, Alice E. Wilson 200 words. Gorrespondents’ Golumn. Charles Siogletary—Send answers to your contributed puzzles for the conventence of the editor. bBuckle Heino—You are enrolled as & mem- er. Ethel McClure—Your May queen story was selected as the best. It was sent in for publi- cation, but was crowded out at the last. Max Selig—Our limited space will not allow our following out your suggestions with re- gArd to answers, Edgar Randall—Your address was mislai Please send it to me again. Sm A LR D >