The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 6, 1897, Page 24

\ \Pe0L0000000000 06 N ° 6000060006 A Thought for the Week. | Ain: high mn this life, but not so high | that yoo cannot hit anything. | - | the @Iw\e ‘ ot done. | June pauses for a moment on the | threshold of the summer world and gazes | with raptare upon the wealth of gorgeous, heavily perfumed blossoms as they nod | and sway in homage before her. Her cheeks glow, her eyes shine, her | bosom heaves with pride as she haughtily puts forth her hand to pluck the most brilliant one of all. But see, she hesitates! | From her face all pride vanishes and ten- der love and gentle charity shine there | instead. | She turns and slowly wends ber way to | a wooded glen, Stooping beside a little stream that murmurs and gurgles at her feet she plucks a sweet ‘“‘wild rose’— | emblem of “simplicity’’—with which to | deck her queenly brow. | Each month as it comes along in its | order in the grand march of the year | seems the best, for some good reason; but I know you boys and giris are quite positive that June is the jolliest month of all—that is, you think so just now—be- cause it brings to you—why, examinations, | of course, Oh, no; please excuse me, I | meant to say vacation. Well, if you don’t shun the first *‘tion” I'm sure you'il enjoy | the second “tion.” Alost the Roj'c. The rose is the symbol of beauty. Itis al=o the emblem of secrecy. | Roman soldiers had it engraved on | their shields as a sign of secrecy or loyalty 10 their va The rose is closely associated with the history of England. It was adopted as the emblem of that country, and one of its most bloody wars was called *The War o the Roses,” one political faction having chosen the white rose and the other the red. “Who comes w Ana owes 10 J JUNE FLOWER. Childhood’s Realm Club is composed of boys and giris who have contributed either stories, puzzles, drawings or rhymes to the children’s page of THE CaLL. The badge of the club is made of silver, and is of a very pretty design. As s00n as you have become a member of C. R. C. you may obtain vour pin by sending 50 cents for same, with 2 cents for postage. Address all communications to Ben Gray. Ben Gray was just 8 years old when his father died. His mother was able to keep him at school until he reached the age of 12, when he obtained a position as assist- ant in the village store. He was a very hapvy boy when he brought home his first week’s wages, three bright silver dollars. Mrs. Gray continued to work hard at her needle, thus adding her mite to their lit- tle income. Ben and his mother were very happy even though so poor. In the evenings Ben read aloud and sometimes they took long walks by the river in the bright moonlight. The mother smiled with pride as she looked upon the noble lad at her side, whose plans for the future were so bright. Bat, alas! she, too, fell sick and died. Poor Ben’s heart was sore, for he felt ail alone. Fortunately an uncle 1of Ben’s, Mr. Thomas by name, came and ook the lonely boy to his home. He was a very kind old man and soon loved the bright, earnest chila, who was so honest and upright. Ben did not like to be idle, so his uncle promised that he would try to secure him a position in some city store where he might obtain a thorough business train- ing and have a chance to rise. | right away to et him discharged if pos- | and went on with his work. and told him that he had secured for him the much-desired place. in a large dry- | goods establishment. The next morning | found Ben and his uncle at the store where Ben was to commence his work in | the great city. Mr. Granger, the man- | ager, shook hands, and pleasantly said: | “I'm glad to see you, Ben. You look like un honest lad, and I'm sure you will do | your duty. Ishall give you $4 a week to | commence with, and shall increase yoar | salary if you prove faithiul.” | As Ben was not to report for duty until | the next morning Mr. Tiomas and he spent the remainder of the day in sight. seeing. | At 8 o'clock, bright and eager, Ben was | at his post, ready to begin his work of | unpacking and delivering goods. Among the other clerks in the place was a boy named Frank Guno, who was a few years older than Ben. Assoon asFrank saw | Ben's willingness to work, and pleasing, | courteous manners, he became very jeal- | ous of him, for he knew such a boy was bound to be a favorite. He determinea | sorry, my boy,” he said. | one saw you do it, but I have never before sible, and succeeded in his evil purpose | before Ben had been workine & month., | It happened in this way: One morning | one of the clerks had totake down a large | case of goods. Before doing so he took | from his pocket a handsome gold watch which he prized very highly, as 1t had been given to him by members of the firm. He laid it in a safe place on a shelf The case was heavy aud it took a long | time to get it down and up on the elevator. Meanwhile Frank Guno, ever on the alert for a chance to accomplish his ob- | ject, had seen the clerk place the watch | on the shelf and thought, “Now’s my time! I'll take it and then arouse suspi- cion against Ben Geay. Dara him, with | bis ‘Yes, sirs.” I hate him !’ So, when he was left alone he slipped the watch into his pocket, and when he | went home to his lunch, which was in a few moments, he hid the timepiece in some old papers at the bottom of a trunk ir his room. When the clerk returned to get his watch before going to the salesroom he found, of course, that it had disappeared. He immediately reported his loss at the office, and one by one the employes were called and carefully questioned, among others the new-comer, Ben. The clerks knew nothing about it, and they talked it over earnestly among them- selves. All save Ben had been working for the firm for years, some of them hav- ing commenced when younger, even, than the orphan boy. On Frank’s return from his lunch he found al' of his fellow-workers in a stcte of grevt excitement. He was indignant when he, 100, was called to the office and questioned concerning the missing prop- erty. He stoutly asserted that he had not been in that partof the basement all day, and as stoutly affirmed that he had seen Ben RO there about the time of the loss. He managed during the afternoon, by a look | now and a woid dropped once in a while, to awaken a great deal of suspicion against Ben, who felt that he was suspected of having committed the theft. So it was with a sad heart and slow step that our little bero answered the second call that day from Mr. Granger's office. “I am “Of course, no had anything stolea in my establishment. My other clerks are all tried and true. Here is your money. Go!" | Poor Ben! With a heavy heart he re- turned to his uncle’s home that night and poured his troubles into the sympathizing ear of his only earthly friend. | “Uncle, tell me,” he cried, “you trust | me, don’t you?” | “Trust you, my boy, why of course I trust you. - You brace up, laddie, trust in | God and all will come out right in the end for you, see if it don’t.’” Ben waited day after day, sometimes | with patience and sometimes very impa- tiently. It seemed as though his beart would burst with such a cloud hanging | over his young life Meanwhile Mr. Thomas had gone to the dry-goods house and had a long talk with | | “Cert: came suddenly very ill and was confined 10 his bed suffering greatly. One morn- ing his landisdy sent a messaze to Mr Granger stating that the doctor said Frank could not possibly recover and that she would like them to come to see him, as his friends all lived in a distant city. Mr. Granger had gone to the seaside for the summer o the message was delivered to the head clerk, the one who had lost bis watch. He had alwsys thought a great deal of Frank and hastened to his bedside. What was his surprise on open- ing the door to see his beloved watch lying on the table by the bed. He could scarcely believe his own eyes and ex- | cluimed, “My wateh!” ¥rank, who was | almost at the point of death, with many | tears confessed to having committed the | crime and also told the motive which had prompted him to do it. He said: “It was not for the money the watch would bring, but I was jealousof Ben and was afraid you would all love him better than you did me. Oh, sir, if I could only undo the wrong I have done before I die! Will you write to him for me, sir, and tell him how sorry I am?”? ly, my boy; say no more about it” Just then the doctor entered and the gentleman returned to the store. That evening a letter went from him to Bsn, bearing the glad tidings that all suspicion had been cleared away from the name of Ben Gray, and that the real culprit had confessed. Mr, Granger learned all about it on his the managers. From there he wentdi- rectly to the detectives’ office and set them to work to solve the mystery. But to return to Frank. Some way he didn’t feel 0 happy aiterall to be rid of hisrival, and almost wished he had not played such a mean trick on the fellow. In afew days it happened that he be- The Gountry Boy. Who knows where the wild bird hides its nest? Who knows where the fishing is the best? Who kuows where the ripe nuts patter down And just when they burst their burrs 80 One evening on his return from the city Mr. Thomas called the boy to his side. brown? The country boys The Girl and the Gup. A little girl wiping the dishes one day Picked a fine piece of chinaware up. “Now, May, do be careful,” her mother said, Be sure you don’t drop that cup. “For if you do yow'll catch it, you know!” “ Why, mamma,” said May, “don’t you see 1 1drop it and cateh it it cannot break, 80 why should you punish me 2" Drawings and rhymes by MARIE JEWELL PARISE (C, R, CQu | return to the city and immediately sent | for Ben. *Ben, my poor boy, forgive me; forgive usall. You may come back to me, if you | will; not to your old po-ition, but to one | mneh higher. My boy, I shall try to make | you forget the great injustice done you | by my firm.” And he aid. In ayear Ben had climbed still higher up the ladder, and now, though but a young man, be is one of the most active and trusted members of the largest dry-goods firm in the city. Poor Frank, he never recovered, but a happy smile flitted across his face the day that Ben whispered in his ear, “That's all right, old fellow; I forgive you—ireely forgive you.” JuLrerre Driscort (G, R. C.). ROSfmaYJ, Pahj"ty ans Re_ffj. There are some experiences in life so joy- ful that they never die out of remem- brance, and there are some so sad that after many years the briefest mention of them will bring back the old pangsand awaken the oid anc¢uish. Such are some of the remembrances of the war we waged for freedom. How dreadful wers ti:ose days! Mo hers and wives, old men and maidens, and even little children felt the home grow suddenly dark when the young men went to the war, There was danger and death in the tented field, and many a time deep sighs broke the silence around the campfire at night; but there was anguish also 1u the homes, and breaking hearts kept solemn time to the rolling of the distant drom. And when the shorr, sharp message came, as it did thousands of times, breaking the suspense of some quiet home with the sad news that a son, or a brother, or a husband had been shot, then many a wife and many a_mother bowed the head in speechless sorrow, and many a_gray-haired father broke forth in sobs: “Would to God 1 had died for thee, my son! my sn - If all the stories of great grief that wrung the hearts of fathers and motbers, of wives and lovers, could be fully told the record would be enough to make the angels pause ana change their songs for tears. Many of these heroic souls are liv- ing still, keeping greenest of all things on earth the memory of their soldier dead. Every soldier’s grave has become an altar, and it seems that since our heroes died there are fresh reasons why the month of May should cover all the land with flow- ers. We bring rosemary for remembrance of their gallant deeds and pansies for proud thouchts of their devotion and roses that remind us of their heart’s blood 80 freely shea and lilies as graceful and fair as their young iives offered on the altar of freedom. They being dead yet spesk to us. They bid us forget all the bitterness of that dark time, and while we cherish loving thoughts of them they bid us love and serve the land for which they died. Tromas W. HANFORD. A ]_{Egcné of the Roy( An early English explorer and writer tells the following pretty legend about the origin of the rose: Once upon a time there was a lovely Jewish maiden named Ziliah. In love with her was one Hammal, a man most cruel and degraded. Her nature being as pure and sweet as her person was beautiful she repulsed the love and advances of such a man. This, of course, made him very angry, and to be revenged he faisely accused her of hav- ing committed such terrible crimes that she was condemned to be burned at the stake. When brought to the spot the flames did no harm to the innocent girl, but they reached out and consumed her cruel lover. She prayed to her Father in heaven for heip when the fire began to burn about her, and her supplication was immediate! eranted, for the flames were quenche: Right there the burning brands turned to beautiful red roses and the others to white ones. Those were the first roses that any man ever saw. ————— The children had written compositions on the giraffe. They were reading them aloud to the class. At last the time came tor little Willie Doran to read his. It was as foliows: “The giraife is a dumb animal and cannot express itself by any sound, becauso its neck 1s so long its voica gets tired on its way to its mouth.” A BASKET OF JUNE ROSES, Baby. You eannot tell, you do not know, The magic of a child’s caress, The tender pat from baby hands, Or how they can the heart impress With gentle laughter, soft and low— | Unless you own, you cannot know. You cannot dream, you do not know, The jor to hold a tiny form. To gather closely to vour heart, To feel its loving kisses warm, To hear it coolng, soft and low— Unless you own, you cannot know. You cannot guess, you do not know, The pleasure that a baby brings Until you cuddie in your arms This denrest of all earthly things., To watch its dimples come and go— Unless you own, you cannot know. R. W. Ricas. [Written for Childhood’s Realm.] ————— He—I ran across grandmother in the dear! that you rode a bicycle. “Darling, did you sing any pretty songs at Sunday-school 2" “Yes, mamma; we sung a lovely on. about ‘Greenland’s icecream mountains,’’ ————— I didn’t know Master—Who can tell me what useful article we get from the whale? Johnny— Whalebone. Master—Right. Now, what little boy or girl knows what we get from the seal? Tommy—Sealing wax. - SUMMER. Now, hail to summer, every one! And this the simple reason: What can we do when spring has gone But hail another season ? CARRIE GONSALVES (C. R. C)). 'i | g ”/mvml il ar [ il {{{,\/{I;H:,U A m(jhaf. By MINNIE A. VELLADOES (C. R. C) Guy was a city boy. One summer his mother took him into the country to spend his vaca- tion at his Uncle Dick’s. His cousin Lily was two years younger than himself, but she knew much more than he did about trees and flowers, animals and birds. She was a merry, good-hearted little girl, and asshe was generally willing to give up her own way so her city cousin might have a good time she and Guy got along famously. They had no end of fun in the hayfield, toss- ing the fragrant hay, picking berries in the meadow aud gathering flow ers or ferns in the woods. On rainy days they played in the woodhouse chamber or in the barn, and had they been asked which they enjoved the better rainy or sunshiny days I believe they would not have known what 10 say. One morning, while 1n the woods, they spied 8 bird’s nest on the branch of a tall tree and | Guy saxd: *T'li climb up and see what kind of | birds are in the nest.” I wouldn’t” whis- | pered Lily, “sou will frighten the birds, or you'll falll Please don’t, Guy.” But mester Guy, bent on having his own way, caught hold of a low bough snd pulled himself up, hand over hand. Just as he thought himself safe and near the nest, crack! went the bough and down he tumbled into the underbrush, tearing his clothes, scratching his face and bruising his limbs. i Then he felt very much ashamed of himself, | and sat down and cried and scolded, until Lily, sorry as she was for bis mishap, could not help laughing. I am not positive, but I think the mother bird up in the tree looked down over the edge of her pretty little nest and Isughed, too. —_——— A Little Wiseacre. “Now what do you think, dear msmma?” I heard a sweet child say— As she came to her mother’s bedsidg Soon after the dawn of day. “Now listen to me, dear mamma, And I'll tell you what was said By a beautiful white angel, That stood beside my bed. “She sald— There came from heaven A blue-eyed baby boy, He fell right into your mamma’s arms And filled her heart with joy." “And I have come, dear mamma, To see if this is true, Ana to see the blue-eyed baby That the angels gave to you.” And when I'showed her the baby, She said as she looked very wis: «Mamma, we don't want to keep him 1f he makes up such faces and cri ADDIE F. BARTLEY. et ““Willie,”” said his mother, id you say your prayers last night like a good little boy 2’ “No, ma'am,” replied Willie, “I said ’em like a bad little boy."” Dear Editress: Here is my story of “The May Queen,” from Tennyson's poem: It was the last day in April. LitUle Alice came running to her mother, excl morrow will be the happiest day of the year, for I'm to be queen of the May!” Asshe said this her face beamed with pleasure and she continued: “They say there's many girls with black eyes, but none so bright as mine, and that I'm the fairest in all the land.” “I must sleep sound all night, for Imust waken early and gather knots of beautiful flowers. Oh, thiuk of the joy to really be Queen of the May!” She almost danced with joy as she thougnt of it. “Little Efi-, and you, 00, mother, shall go to see me crowned as queen; and all the shepherds from far away will be there. “The flowers seem to have blossomed on pur- pose; for there is the houeysuckle on the porch, and the sweet cuckoo-flowers in the meadow, and on the marsh the marigolds shine like fire,” she said. She was so happy that everything looked bright to her. She thought that even the stars shone clearer as they passed. “‘The valley will all be green and fresh and the cowslips and crowfoot will be blooming on the hills, whiie the littie river will dance more gayly through the flowery dale. “Youmust call me very early, mother dear, for to-morrow I'll truly be Queen of the May.” With that Aliceran off 10 bea to dream of being a happy May Queen. ETHEL F. McCLURE (C. R. C.). ROSEVILLE. Dear Fditor: I am a little girl 8 years old and have s pet dog named Leo. We haves nest of young birds iu a honeysuckle vine over our window. Our scnool will soon be out and I sball be sorry, tecause I like to go to school. I attend Sunday-school every Sundsy. We had our pictures taken the other day. This is my first letter to THE CALL. From your iming: “O mother! to- | 8.+8: KLAMATE FALLS, Or., June 1, 1897, Dear Editress: 1 read the children’s pa and like it very much. Ishould like to bea member of the C. R C. We live on a hillside and have s nice green lawn. We go camping every summer up on the Klamath Indian reservation. Ihave been going to school tures years and am in the fourth grade. Our town is close by a lak, and every sume mer a number of people from San Francisco come hers on their way to Spring Creek to fish, JEssIE HALE. SIERRA CITY, Cal Dear Editress: 1 received my badge safely and am very much pleased with it. Toe Chil- dren’s Page Is very interesting this week. I forgot to mail the letter I wrote last week. I lafa iton the table and forgot it, but Ixhail Dot let it happen again. My dog named Mike was drowued last week in the river. The water 1s 5o high that no dog could get out. He was very smart and he would sit upon his hind legs ana pack mail, wood, buckets and anything he coold get in his mouth. My horse is here, and I go after cows. It is very nice ridicg on the horse. Your reader, THEO. J0os (C. B. C.) BENICIA, CAL. Dear Editor: 1have seen many Iittie boys® and girls' letters in THE CALL, but none from Benicia. I have two doves, a horse, some pigeons, a duck and a canary bird. Iam four yearsold. Ihave a brother six years old. I enjoy hesring the Children’s Page read to me. 1 hope my letter will escape the wastebasket, Your friend, ALICE SHADE., SAN LUIS OBISFO, CAL., May 25, 1897. Dear Editor and Readers of the Call: I have never written to 1HE CALL before so I shall write to-day. I see that the C. R. C club is in creasing all the time, and the letter-box too. Our school will be out Friday. I amin the. fifth grade, My teacher’s name is Miss Lawer- ence. Ourschoolhouse is made of brick. It has eight rooms in it. We have a good many pigeons. I try the puzzles in every Sunday’s paper. I will send in a story some day, Your constant reader. LuciL DART. P.8—Tsnould like to belong to tue C. R. C, I would be happy to see my letter in print. VERNALIS, May 25, 1897. Dear Editress: 1should like to be a member of the C. R. C. My brother Willard is & mem- ber, and is very proud of it. I have the nicest pet, I think, of any little girl that has written to you, and 1t is my baby brother. His name is Etwyn. Heisso cute, and playsand talks with me. Iused tolive in the City, but now I live in the country. I think ita lotnicer, and wiil tell you why next time I write. Your new friend, NELLIE M. DUFFY. New Puzzles for dJune. Word squares: I—-1. Aid. Wrong-doing. 3. To exist. 4. A supplication. Original. Eva M. BorgER (C. R. C.) 1I-1. A ruler. 2. An imuge. 3. Asound, 4. Avalley. Original. F. ANTHES (C. R. C.) 1II-1. The name of & month. 2. Employs. 3. The pole of a cart. 4 Tosee. EpITRESS. IV—Diamond. 1. A consonant in able, 2. A winged msect. 3. A girl's name, 4. A measure. 5. A vowel in able, Origimal. Max SzLte (C. R. C.) V. STAND TAKE 2 TAKINGS 1 U THROW MY Selected. R. 0. LNcorx (C. R. G VL Twoa's, twors, twom'sandag, Put them together, And spell what you see. Original. BECKIE HEINS (C. R. C.). VIL aasass, bb, dda, eeeee, 1, g, 1, m, D, 00, rrIIT, ssss, titt, u, v, W. ‘The abova lotters, when properly arranged,. form & maxim containing nine words. HELEN E. SEE (C. R. C.). VIL CROSS WORD ENIGMA. My 1 is in red, but not in white, My 2 is in box, put not in fight, My 3 is in son, not in dsughter, My 4 is in bread, 2150 in water. To me, Nature has given richest dower, For of all, I am the fairest flower. Original. Eisie Davis (C. R. C.) IX. 1-7 of Wyoming, 1-8 of Nebrasks, 16 of Kansas, 1-4 of Utah, 8 of Illinois, 10 of Californis, 6 of Oregon, 7 of Montana, 7 of Arizona and 1-7 of New York, Arranged correctiy, spell the name of a city in the United States. Original. Lizzie GERDES (C. B. C). X. Patriotic days of June. State briefly what occurred on the given date and in what year, (a) June 14. (b) June 15. (c) June 17. (d) June 23. Answers for May 30. 1. Memoris day. 14 3 1 1 1- L. CLEAR LEAVE EAVES A VEERT REST s 1L IV. A ses anemone, V. Presbyterian. Patience. VL Memorial day. VIL A caterpillar, VIIL Eveate (8) and Adam ate (8) too (2). 90. IX. Due(k+king = ducking. X. Ham, liar, ram, coin, bill—Abraham Line coln. Wealth, Solvers. Answers to puzzles of May 30 have been re- ceived from the following members of C. R. C.: Eva M. Bolger, 6; Alice Bell, 9; M. Eva Navone, 7; M. Lagomarsino, 8; Ketha Wal- deu,7. | From non-members for | Davis, 5. For May 30: Elizabeth Wells, May 23: Elsle Gorrespondents’ Golumn. Mary A. and Mary R.—Please send answers to conuributed puzzies for convenience of editress. Write on only one side of your Ppaper. C. H. 0.—The poticy of THE CALL does not admit of the offering of any prize whatever. Lighthouse Boy—Members of the C. R. C. are making inquiries about you constantly. Letters Received. Besides letters published, pleasant come munications have been received from the fol- lowing: Nona Herbert (C.R.C.), Ethel Mc- Clure (C. R. C.), Beckie Heino (C. B. C.), Alice Bell (C. R. C.). Marie J. Parish (C. R. C), Charles H. Owens (C. R. C.), Mary Alves, Mary Rodger, Ariel Will (C. R C.), Alice D. Johnsoa, Eilen M. C. Tubb (C. R. C.) Exchanges. Weeklies for Young Peoples Harper’s Round Table, Youth's Companion. new iriend, ALIDA L. ALLERY, Golden Days. \