The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 1, 1897, Page 24

AUGUST 1, 18 :.‘uh BADGE. 0/\(/"(\.'/1 4 4 sy /= @l =y )w\ ~ L'_—? (R MOTTO OF CR C. ACT WELL THY PART THERE ALL THE HONOR: LIES ALGUST. | FLOWER-—Poppy. SENTIMENT- Consolation of my drooping r of rest, | y wand has stroke long arre STONE—Sardonyx. for the ¥x, or this stome, 1 and alone. , - | Your editress away on. & vacation, | away at Laurel Dell; by the beautiful Biue ! Lakes, in the heart he vineciad hills | of Lake Connty.. So.you must not be dis- | | | e AUgns suia, must appointed at the absence of puzzles and answers and the names of puzzie-solvers| and letter-writers from Children’s Page tc On next Sun shall begin again, with both your editress and | yourselves refrested by the restand pleas- | ure which vacation brings, we d to you And wat And then I stoon For oh, 1love You are too young to know it now, But some time you shall know, 1 8nd kissed FOU80— yOur brow, when, in & darkened place, s come to weep, i shalllook upon a face 1 eternal sleen; o wrinkled brow, show. Your Caly & 10 know it now, you may know. Look backward, then And see me he my darling, ho alling as | write; 1ce MoOTe UPOT FOUL. brow | | | Arte And The kiss ong ago— You are 100 young to know it now, But some time you shail know. Evcexs FIELD, A S s Bardara DMave and the Frigate. Barbara Dare sat alone on the beach looking out at the ocean as it stretehe away into the blue of the horizon: Ste had stepped out of the old ram- bling farmhouss behind her for a féw min- utes’ rest, leaying her voung ‘hrother to watch by the bedside of her little sister, | who wag very ill. . Every one wasaway. | Her father and ‘eider brother were in'the | Continental .army. “Her uncle, an old | | i | man, wlo-had stayed at home:since the war began, had gone to the-mill that aft- ernoon. It was a.dark hour for {he American cause. Battie after battle had been fought, and the troops, weary, and for. fhe:| time discouraged, were slowly retreating. Barbara was thinking of this and wished that she were'a man to go into: the thick: est of the fight, or ‘even a“boy to take a drurn and lead.-on the troops.. She sighed as she glanced at her. skirts, then; resting ber chin upon her hand; again lTooked out to sea. To be sure, life had not been de- void. of excitemerit, “for” dven’ now there were -munitions. of ‘war buried under the woodpile. in the extension of the houae, but they had ‘never been touched since they had been placed there, together with the family. valuables, It was, indeed, a | partially turned in that direction, she had | The frigate came about, and she saw they | eold and chidly the air was as it swept in | would never do to ‘take her sick | from ‘her.room into the open . air, for it | wonld probably mean death to he: | to the room ‘and beckoned - her brother. | 1 will stay here until you can get uncle | and return.” { she was & girl, and- il they found the ithe hotse, and thien her sister would have good place to hide fhe muskets, for the nouse was in a retifed situation, and it was very seldom nny one catne near it As Barbara thouglit of this sue turned her bead, then started to her feet, for there the offing was a frigate slowly working in shore, Her bask having been its way not-noticed it until new, and was very mpnch surprised ~. » how near it wasl She rose at once and started toward the house to get the spy :lass, As she ran she remembered all the in- | stances she had heard of English ships landing men, who ransacked farmhonses, | sometimes leaving them in flames when they returned to their boats. She woulan’t worry, at any rate, for the frizate might only be passing along the coast, or it might be an American man- of-war. She was soen ont on the besch | again. The ship wes wmuch nearer. As she looked at it through the glass; she saw | fiving from the masthead the English flag. Ag she watched and listened, she heard the shrill sound of the boatswain’s whistle. were preparing to lower a boat. Her worst fears were now realized. ‘What should shedo? The first thonght was to | taks the children and run, leaving the house to its fate. - Then. she noticed how from the sea, and she realized that it sister Shie re-entered the house hast went ~You must run over to the village and teil the people the British are abopt toland. The boy's eyes grew black with excite- ment, “You stay here alone and face them!” | be said. she answered, “there is no othor way." | For a minute her brother regarded her admiringly. A girl not over 15, trim and slight, to face alone the boat's company of a man-of-war,. I mnst stay with youl" he exclaimed. “No,” she answered; ‘“you can da the most good by going to tha village. I am not afraid of them; they will not harm a girl.” .Nor did she look: afraid, as she stood there with an air of dauntless bravery | about her. “You're finel” hor brother exclaimed. Then ke rashed through the door with a parting shout: ‘I won’t be:gone long.” Now that she was léft entirely alone, Barbara's conurage for the moment gave way, but only for a moment, and then ghe | was thinking how to‘act, She was not 8o ure she coula protect {lie place, because { i buried muskets they. -would siurely. burn to_be taken out into the chill sea air: There was one way -to. nrevent: this— keep them from entering the. extension. Her sister's room was. in the extension; and underneath the room were the buried muskets, 8he must do this by strategy if possible. She descended:the stairs.as she thought-and ‘went through ihe long passageway which' connected ‘the ‘exten- sion and the main portion of the héouse: As:shieentered the main rcom- her eyés feli upon a huge firéplace; in'which there tad rot.been-a fire for some time. Thé firenlace was directly beside the door jead- ing into the passage—tbe door that she must guard. How ‘should she guard it? As she thought she noticed the brick oven IN - MISCHIEF. { lZ'— “Lover the whol in the fireplace, tbe door of which was }ajary then an expression of triumph came over her face. She acied at once upon the thought, went to- the ‘back of the house and re- urned with a small kez of powder.. It was a very smiall keg, but it beld enough tor the parpose for which she wished 1o nse it. " It. took her only a minsite io open the aven door and put it inside. closed thie daor almost tight, then stooped, and in the apposite corner of the fireplace arranged som# fagots 1 kindling wood. Underneath this she fixed a huge pairof bellows. The bellows were blacksmith’s betlows, her uncle baving been a black- smith, © He' had - rigged them up by the fireplace, and. langhingly said’ they: re- { minded him of old times, She | you ‘@ kiss—a remark: that deserves.a kiss, Siddenly from pack in the direction of the ‘hifls came the sharp crack ofa rifle; a’ momrent “mors and from another direc- tion camie the duil report.of a musket The officer vricked . up bis ears. The people were rising. Those: reports meant thas they: knew ' the ‘British had Janded. and ‘they" wers flocking - together: and would: soon be liovering aboas ‘him. “Come: on, ‘men I’ be said, ‘we will “searol the hotise qaickly, but T will bave my kiss first:” And’ he stepped forward. “Staiid back }'” Barbara said. Without' Enowing -why he did ‘sg, he obeved ‘her, Soméething about that lithe, graceful, resolute fignre looked dangerons, even though it were only & girl. He hesi- tated-but for a moment, then took a rapid | step forward. At the ssme moment he saw a line of fite suddeniy spring from the ‘embers of the earth; then the huge chim- ney, as if it-would protect its'own hearlh- istone and the girl beside it, leaned over, | there was the deafening ‘crash -of -an ex: piosion, and the chimney -hurled itself forward. ‘ The_ British - officer and. his men went down as'if they had suddenly met the fire of & masked battery. i Barbara, protected in: s great measure |-by tne huge wall 61 the ehiminey, found to | her surprise that she was'still living and had only “been huried against the door- way. Even tu her dazed condition she | sax there was only one of the men who | was crawling toward thedoor. - The officer [did not stir as he lay before the demolished | freplace, Justthen the door was pushed. open by | the rést.of the:boat’s erew, but they halted ['on tne threshold, = Through the blue haze |-of the explosion -theyv saw théir comrades ;iying npon the floor, wounded or uncon- | seiof Barbara's straight.girtish® fignre avas otitlined through the smoke against {‘the backzround of the door siie suarded, | Her face, pale ‘and wan, yet firm with | courags and res confronted them thraugh the baze: . Even as they looked, a | piece _ef " the ‘chitaney, which had been | loosened by the explosion but had not as | yet given way, fell ‘with a crash at their | feet. % The peculiar eharacter of the explosion, agement Eoinewhere, or'the act could not ‘have been possible. “Strict:search was or- " derea to be made, but although the order was carried out to the letter, the culprit remained undiscoyered. 3 Then; when the search had been practi- ‘cally -abandoned, - the little gupner was dccidentally discovered and arrested. | Thers he lay inside ‘the instrument: that transmits the ‘electric current from the Royal Observatory of Cape Town to the great ‘gun. This ‘instrument is called a relay, and is in the central telegraph office of the station. : The action of the current going through the instrument’s main moves a-‘sort.of light tongue, which is so finely set that “the slightest touch will af- fect it.. The tongue forces thecurrent into what are ‘termed. the time fuses, which fire the. gun. atihe castle. Right inside the reiay was found the little gunner. He was discavered by an official who was examining the instrument, and who was surprised to see inside a big brown spider. In its explorations within the instrument the spider must have touched -the tongue sufficiently to move it, and thus fired the gun.. The general sent the spider to the Cape Town Museum, where it is new to be seén, with' a card underneath entitling it “Tie Little Gunner,” ‘and giving a full account of its exploit with the Cape Town midday gun.—Brocton Times. ————————— Gontentment. The dainty feet so lightly touch The lawn, while dim pled, wee hands grasp The lily’s'staik; but iar above Blow snow-white flowers she longs to clasp. Then patiently she turns away To pluck the violet near the ground. She saw the rieh 160 highly bloom; Contentment in the humbler found. 0. A. ——. - ——— Margery—Does your papa read fairy tales 10 you, like my papa? Jennic=Yes; he read a fairy tale from a jungle book. Margery—That’s not & fairy tale! That’s about animals. - It's &n animal’s tail . —— “Georgie, I'm glad to see that you are polite and “offer sister the oranges first.” “Yes'm; 'cause then she bas to be polite, an’ take th’ little one,” GHE C. R. C. GALLERY. VIOLA FURTH. — it.and when I get big T will take it, too. Iam 13 years old, and attend the Columbia Gram- mar School. - It is about two. blocks from my house. . I belong to the Junjor Christian En- deavorers, and go to our meetings most every Sunday evening. We had a rally during the conyention. 1 have my badge, of which I am very proud, and will keep it forever. I remain your constant reader, ALICE LORENA BOND. SAN Luis OBispo, June 21, 1897, Dear Editress: It is about time I was writing another letter. 1 have been away from home visiting my grandma in San Francisco. I went TIRED AFTER A ROMP, Lighting the fire wonld in no way en- danger exploding the powder, the hreplace being tob large and the fire tov small; but should she pull down on the. Jever .of the bellows, a_line of fre would shoot up alongside ‘the ~oven, and, entering the crack left by the partly opened door, wonld:ignite the powder. *If the worst comes ‘10 the worst,” she said aloud, a«if to give hersell courage: *Men bave shown what they could do' in this war; 1 will show. what a girl can do.” Already her quitk ears caught the sound of ‘the grating of a boat tipon the beach, She ran: to tne window and focked out. Sailors and marines, headed by a coarse- looking man clad 1in the ‘uniform of an officer, ¢ame trogping up the beach: She: stepped back hastily ‘and lighted the fagots upon - the hearth. As the small flame licked: up the wood and the | fire started, there came a loud 1ap upon the door: 4 The. fire, thongh smail, was burring briskly. -Placing ‘herself with her back against the door leading to the extension, with ‘one hand on- the beliows, she said, “Come in.” -Buttliey had not waited for her 1o~ answer, and treading close -upon one -another’s heels, the officer and three men ‘entered ‘the room, the rest of the company - remaining ottside.: The officer ‘['was a coarse-featured, erael-looking man. “Where's ‘the ofd man?’ he shouted. [ *“We want to see him and quickly, too,’ “I am answered. “That's a pretly lie,” Le . said, “but it won’t do. - 'We're ‘goinz . to. search “this liouse, anyway.. It we firid the man we think.you've hidden, or rebel zoods, we’ll burn the house.”” »1 have a little sister who -is very sick,” she said; “you can search everywhere you wish but in her room."" “Not search there! ‘Why, that is the vary.place ‘we'll -search. That dodge has been played upon. its too: often. * Hasn’t it, my-bovs?” he said; turning to his menas if; even cruel as Ne ‘was,-he would have the “only ‘one. at home,’’ she | their support. 2 The flame of the ‘fireplace. was prowing !srpger, the-ashes of .the burning wood felf ‘with'a wliite glow upon’ the bricks. . Bur- bara saw. that. entreéaties: with: this man would b2 of no avail. * oucan search everyiwhere but there,” she suid. -~ “Give mé your word thatthe room ‘will not bié entered; and you g you.to enter ‘that room “Will Dot allow i the condition. of ‘their ‘cozarades; theloss of théir officer, and, fast of all, the myste- rious look of & girl alone facing: them, taused a strange dread: to. creep over the it, there came the sharp crack of rifles now close at - hand, ‘A paric séized ‘them and their cry was “Back to thé boats!” Lift- ing their fallen comrades they rushed out of ‘the door- and the -house was again free from intrusion. Barbara ran to'the window and looked out.” She saw them retreating. hastily toward. the ‘boat, while; every now.-and then, from behind some bush™ or bowlder, came thereport of a gun. as'the farmers who had.come to help her fired. She saw them ‘at last reach the boat. She saw:the b at return to the frigate: She saw the frigate weigh anchor. Then, with a wild: sob, she ran to her sister’s room and fell' fainting across the bed. There her uncle found her, beside the sister she had protected.—Frank. Leslie’s Popular Monthly. ——————— Harvesting. Wheén the tall golden stalks of grain Are cut by seyhie or sickle; From the old farmhouse down the lans Goes darling Polly Pickle, In the bright, breezy autumn morn, To glean the scattered ears of corn. 0L try," she says, “tolend a hand 06bind the shesves together, And pite them into shocks 10 stand The wind and rainyweather; And by and by I'1l take my part In loading-up the harvest-cart.”’ Selected. NETTIE A. FRAME, e~ “Che Littte Gonner.” .- Cape Town, Sonth Africa, possesses the smallest creaturé ever 'known to have been a guntier: in- the Royal Artillery, or any otherartillery,” At the castle; Cape Town, there is a magnificent gun wosked by electricity, used for giving the mid- - day and evening time, . 4 4 One day thie ‘military and. civilians of | ©Cape Town were surprised-to hear the gun o off 4£10:30 in the morning. \ The gen- eral commanding the, siation: gent.to. in:: quire what such irregularities meant; the brigade major did the same,~ The com- ‘| manding : offi of ‘battery stationed:in Cape Town sent mes- sengers; but no‘one could be. found upon superstitions sailors, and, as if to heighten'| _each: regiment and | SAN QUENTIN, Cal., July 21, 1897, Dear. Editréss: You will think it quite Strange to réceive a letter from here, I know; but you ‘are always elad to hedr from the readers-of Childhood’s Realm. 1 have solved some of the puzzles, and. I 4lso send sonie i for our page, which I-hope 1shall see in-print, 2 Tam: stopping'ivith ‘my married sister, wlo liveshere. This is quite an. interesting little town. There are 1600. convicts .in. prison and I'wateh them marching 1o their cells in the evening, Every'day 1 godown to thebeach. Weli, T'will close, hoping ‘all the readers of Childhood’s Realm -will enjoy their vacation, I remain, your faithful reader, ANNIE CLEIR. 8AN FrANCisco, Cal., July 19, 1897. Dear Editress: - Although s)most a year has passed since 1. wrote ‘my last leiter to the Childhocd’s. Realm, d6-not. think': that Tam less intérested in-our deiightful page. Iwould ke to- join the.-C: R. C. very much. I will sénd for my. badge: some day. soon. My mother. lins:taken THE CALL for twenty years, aixd feels she could nor give ivup. I-also. like out to the park very often and spent many a pleasant day at the children's piayground. 1 wear my -C. R. C.badge all the time. I'am proud of it. We had a big time hereon the KFourth: ' My unole sent me a box of fireworks. We hind « parade and a barbecue. People from the whole courity came in. I shall never forget July 4th of this year. '] had the best time T ever had in my life. My littie brother Albért and Iare so glad to learn of a way to hielp the little sick children. “'We hope to have several albums filled by Christmas. Your friena, ARTHUR H. SIMPSON (C. R. C.). PENNGROVE, July 21,1897 Dear Editress: lam a new writer for Tue CALL, and have not written before. - But my sister has written, #o 1 thought. it was my time to write. -Our school opens the 21stof July, and T am very glad. Iam going to try to have some puzzles in a few weeks, and T am going to try to be & member of the C. R. C. We have a very small town. We have two storesand one postoffice. ‘The fruit is begin- ning to get ripe, and the boys have been very busy picking it. -Iremain yourstruly, BINNIE MILis, P.S.—I:am 9 years old, and I am in the sixth grade. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., July 19, 1897, Dear Editress: 1 ‘thought I would . write "to you again, as I have not written for a long time. -Tlike foread the children's page and think that the storiés and puzzles are very nice. T have solved some of the puzzles and next time I.write I shiall try to send in a littie siory. T haves sweet.little puppy. -t is only two' months old. It i5 a fox terrier and its name is Jack. It is-‘black and white. When he gets bigger I'shall tell all about him. Even if my puzales are nof right I hope that my let- ter: will jamp over the wastebasket to land in the. newspaper, t0 be ‘sdmired” by the writer (proud thing that I am1). BECKIE HEINO (C. R, C.). 7 SN FRANCISCO, July 20, 1897. Dear Editress: - As’l was'away in the conntry [ Wichotas] | lisned. 1 did not write to you last week. Ihad alovely time with my cousin Edna, swinging in the hammock, playing on the lawn with our dolls and catching butterflies. I think they are beautiful creatures. Some were brown and gray, others were a beautiful yeliow, and one viny blue one. I think your plan about the serapbook is a nice one, and I will try my. best t0 arrange mine s0 &S to please the dear little children, though I do ot think I can make & very nice one, as I am only a Iittle girl. Early next month 1 will be 7 years old, and mamma says she will have my photo taken and I will send you one, I think it would be afine idea for you to put your photoon our page, so that we all might know what our dear friend looks like. From your loving little friend, EmiLY Hopsrox. SAX FrANcIsco, Jnly 21, 1897. Dear Editress: 1 am getiing very much in. terested in our page and I think I will keepon with it. I have lots of fun myselt guessing the puzzles and I think & great many more do to0. Icannot get a badge right away, but will soon get one I hope. We have. been away and wonld have stayed longer but for a brief attack of sickness of mamma, Anyway I have had a happy vacation and hope you and ‘all the members of the C. R. C. had one. Now I will close. Iremain your reader, ALICE THOMPSON (C. R. C.). TGERNA, Cel., July 21, 1897. Mrs. Mary W. Richards—DEAR EDITRESS: My f two last letters were mnot published, so [ i thougat I would write again. I hed a letter | from Annetia Girard yesterday. My teacher’s stster 18 visiting the school - My pony got tan- gled up in a rope last night and cut her foot, s0 she islame this mor: ing. 1gave my little bird to & friend of mine. I will have to close now as it is near!~ noon. I remain your little reader, Mamre M. KELLOGG (C. R. P. S.—I will sena you my picture next week, M. M. K. BERKFLEY, Cal. Dear Editress; 1 have mot seeu any letters from Berkeley, and as it is such a beautiful place I will write. From the east you can see the Coast Range Mountains and ‘rom the west the Golden Gate. I havé spent a delightful summer, eithough 1 did not £o to the country. I have written a story and hope it will be pub- 1am 10 years old and am going into the sixth grade. I would like to be a member of the C. K. C. Hoping to see my letter in | print, T remain your constant reader, MAY A. HIGGINS. UKIAH, July 26, 1897, Dear Editress: 1 read in one of our local papers that you (Mrs. Mary Richards) had vis- ited our town and were en route for Laurel Deil. Iam 11 years old, and am in the seventh grade. My teacher's name is Mrs. J. A. Jam- isfon. ‘I like her very much. She used to teach in & lower grade, and I was in her room. Papa has taken THE CALL for almost twenty years, and finds it a very good paper. On Sun- {.duy I watch for the papct to'get the Childhood Realm. 1 am interesied in the leitérs and storfes, especially of Eva Navoue and Max Selig. Ishonuld Iike to become a member of the C. R. G 1f my letter escapes the wastebasket [ will write again and a more interesting letter. The soidiers are going to camp here, number- ing about800. ‘I hope you had a good timae in Laurel Dell. Iremain, your loving reader, Marre HELD. Pozz\ej ansd él\p{ffj. We'rein a sad fix this week, children. The editress is away, and nothing is left but for me to strugzle along in her place, trying to get things straight and keep track of these wonderful intricacies until she returns. You don’t know. who I ‘am, luckily for me; but I do know who you are, which is more to the purpose. There is always ‘an: intermediary or two some= where -between the editor and lis—or ber—readers; a party who executes what the editor plans. There’s where I get in on your little “feast of reason and fiow of soul”—if you know what that means, and I'll be bound you do. : But, to make a long story short, I've nothing to say in excuse for the a_b{ence of the puzzies and ansiers from this lssu.. of Childhood’s R-alm except that [ didn’t know enough about them. to get them in right, so had to leave them out alto~ gether. . I would most likely ‘have got the puzzles upside down or the answers cred- ited t6 the-wrong persons. That's a way an executive editor has. And if. by chance he sometlimes c\'e_rlnck! a really good epportunity to get things all tangled up, his friend, the printer, loyally comes to the rescue and.does it for nim.. Betvreen the two of us we make your editress life 4 burden: - I’s small wonder that she bas gone to . the mountains for a _cn:{nge of Scene; - But:sbe :will be back intime to restore this: ‘department to you in recog- nizable shape next week, <0 be of ‘good cheer and give her a hearty welcome when he greets you again. ‘Hy=by 1 st Tue OrrEr FELLOW,