The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 7, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCIS 1897 CO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 7, THE STORIES OF | OUR OWN STATE. | _ | rk of our young authors and | for “The Young| * has all been done. The : all been submitted to School lent W, nd Deputy lent , who have, burned nt oil n their nscientious nine which of the large ntitled to be adjudged to be five. They have devoted careful to the matter, anc there is no t their decision will be emi. 7t ® the last min- 1f any young | led to get in on time, | ave the sto ssed upon be observed, announcement-is maae, which that the Cavz of next Sunday morning, then, | have a “Young Authors’ Page,’ voted entirely to the p stories er pertaini the decisions e all the space | to make clear | ur young of of res, i the ma some Our young s es the advantage mit to the stories. Per- ve feit that re than 600 a theme as ubtedly the is valuable. The nit is to give a larger | hance to come before | In addition to4he stories | the best five, there will be r other meritorious iters will all have to ve stories will be pub- and the heading of the by an artist of Tue rnished by one of friends. The page ,and will be read of the you to all rea capacity fic Coas ter and Mr. Stone have nidnight oil over the stories lej i K he head | LL, Wio | j signs for headings | hed by the young srtists, has teen faithful and conscientious. Hi t will be made ‘The Young morning | Page.” The | or young authors ung ar considered favorably, ng from the communications re- ceived from the boys and giris. The date shing the second page cannot be icea at this time. s possible that the boys and girls will otice that there is a pictorial disturbance their page this morning. The Bump- nk wou!d seem to have been vely associates. Last e from the Bumpkins er print or beware of ad be consequences of a refusal. some Onw th T key to the editc . Bumykins baving made their don- 1 for conveying their story I rooms of THE CALL that mediu eay beast I simply broken through the page, which 1s a seli-e¥ident fact. There Ww to keep the story and pictures out at nance. What the perfi rritten does not exactly a3 it has been written by many others. But, if any commitiee wishes to correct v of these statements, let the committee reca!l the fate of the granzer who has fallen into the power of the Bumpkins. No wmore may be said on that subject. Well, in conclusion, next Sunaay morn- ing will be the time. Boys and girls will wait with imypatience the arrival of Tu Cain containing ‘lThe Youneg Authors’ Page.” There are thousands of parents who will watch not less eagerly. There is enother announcement 1o be made of in- terest to the boys and girls, but the time is not ripe—that will come along a little later. THE HOLE IN JOHNNIE’S POCKET J(DH.\',\'\' MULLI was not his right name. Johnny knew this and shared the secret with the whole neighbor- hood, for Mrs. priva about secret and such tell you about it also. Four vears ago Mr. and M:s Mullins bad arnved in fan Francisco. They brought with them a sweet little baby boy avear old. Such a beautiful baby, with 1ght golden hair and blue eyes. No one comparing the faces of mother and child ever doubted Mrs. Mullins' tale, though her face was plain as the child’s Mullins told each friend it, and being an open sod story 1 mean to was refined sbe had the proverbial heart | of the Irish. She bad sorrowed long over the loss of a baby, who had died of scarlet fever a few months before Johnny haa beer left on her doorstep. How many, many times she had told the story. Mr. Mullins always had a secr2t misgiving that be ought to have made the matter known to the police, but 1.is wife's delight over the baby kept him silent, and when the asked, with tears in her eyes, if she could keep the baby he could only answer *'Yes.” There was no mark on its pretty clothes to saow where the baby came from; but around its neck was a simple gold chain with a locket attached, containing a pic- ture of a baby on one side and a sweet- factd lady on the other. | a few blocks away. afford a sort of | had a story that; But | Perhaps if they could have read the New | never received any tidings of either little York papers the following week - they would not have k°pt the baby; but they could not read and they had no friends, and two weeks later they were on their way to San Francisco to join a brother of Mrs. Mullins there. The Mullins vrospered in their new home, and Johnny was the pet of the neighborhood as enough to be sent to a kindergarten only And then bis happy days began. How he did love the music and the pames and the bright, pretty work. You could hear his sweet little voice above all the otbers, and he completely won the hearts of all the ladies who visited Miss Bonner’s kindergarten. There was one lady who came very often with a sad face, and the children had learned intuitively to know her as their friend. As Mayday drew near there was no doubt of her friendship in any of their kappy litte hearts, for “the kind lady,” as the children called her, had prom:ised | to turn the kindergarten into a fairy | bower, and all kinds of delightful things were promised. A Maypole dance, icecream and plenty of candy! Litile Johnny rushed home, quite breathless, to tell his mother about |it; and, with delight equal to his own, | | talking to & little girl, so she went on just Mr-. Muilins recaived the good news. “And, oh, mother!” said Jonhnny Bonner says that we must all look nice and clean. Will you let me wear my lit- tle gold locket and my chain?” “No, Johnny,” she answered, ‘that shall never leave my hands until you are | a great man.” Now, Johnny, though a sweet little boy, bad a very stubborn little heart of his | wear the little locket and chain. He with the hidden treasure lay. It was a | very sweet, clean little Jobnny who started for the kindergarien that happy | Mayday; but he had a guilty heart, for | in his trousers porket was hidden the lit- tle gold locket, with the chain, which he intended to wear as soon a8 he reached school. But his intention was not immediately forgot everything but the beautiful scene before him. It wasa fairy bower, indeed. Beautiful roses everywhere, and in the center of the room was the tall Maypole, with its many gay ribbons hanging fro it. them and receive his accustomed kiss, he suddenly remembered his treasure. Put- | ting his hand quickly into his pocket to take it out he stopped short, while | @ scared look came into his little face. He felt in every corner and turned the pocket inside out, | There was a hole in it—noth- ingelse. Just then Miss ) & P> Bonner noticed the i child, K (Rate ™ S <0 | with his Qrrs | *Whny, Jobany; Qe such a sad little face here to-day? That surely should not be so.” “Oh, Miss Bonner; my locket, my beau- tiful locket, is gone.” The “kind Jady” takes Johnny in her { arms and he sobs outall his trouble there. The pretty dance begins, but Johnny will not join the dancers. Nor will he leave “the kind lady.” Here comes little Katy White—zlways Jate. Wnat is 1t that she.places in Miss | Bonner’s hands? Listen, Johnny; she | has found something just outside of the schoolhouse door. Miss Bonner holds up | before little Johnny’s eager eyes the little lecket and chain. But why does the “kind lady” snatch it so quickly from her hand and open the locket with such trembling fingers? And, | taking one long 0ok, she clasps little | Johnny close to her heart as if she never meant to let him go again. Miss Bonner, knowing Johnny’s history, {is not mystified and clearly understands that Johuny has found his true mother, and her kind heart is full of happiness. But she finds it a hard problem to explain | to her little pupils how Johuny Mullins is Johnny Muliins no lo 1ger. His real name is Arthur Travers, and when a little boy he bad been stolen from his mother from his home in New York by a b, wicked nirsemaid who had been dismissed irom Mre. Travers' employ, ana though they had searched the country over and offered large rewards they had | her baby boy, and surely that means heaith | and happiness. soon as bhe was ola| Look at the children running With their letters one and all, To have their stories published In the Children’s Sunday Call. VERA CHISHOLM. | own, and h2 had decided that he would | | knew only too well where the old box | | carried out; for, entering the room, he | i | And there was *“the kind lady” in | such a pretty gown, talking to Miss Bon- | | ner. As be moved forwara to speak to | MCuth and one bigeye. eye: full % < 4 ar of teurs C e m& g W W4OULD"T HelP face so white. <(( SraNrep 7o WR | Arthur or the nurse. B | Atlast poor Mrs. Travers, broken heart- ! ed and out of health, had been advised by | her physician to try a winterin California. | Little dreaming of har great reward she comes to our beautitul country and finds | *" froj There is little more to tell. It was a ter- | 1® rible blow to poor Mrs. Mu!lins, giving up her little Johnny; but you may be sure tnat Mrs. Travers did her hest to soften it. And when she proposed that Mr. and Mrs. Mullins should accompany her back to New York, with a promise of a fine po- sition for Mr. Mullins, they accepted very readily, for they might se: the little boy | very often. There is no more to tell of Johnny Mul- lins; but the kindergarten he at- | | tended each year has its same happy May- | day, and a little boy, now named Arthur | ‘Travers, could tell you all about it. Mary Morris Lrovp. | | e | for | * A MOON DREAM. ar | el HERE was once a little girl who had | 1 very strange ideas in her head. 3 One night she went with her mother tel cr re: in T'he boys found no difficulty in following him, d they were soon in the cabin of the hulk with m. There were black men on the hull, but no| The biack men were nearly starved. an hi th co! a | It ar | gi: la thy | tei of in @ se: He mother didn’t feel like fora walk, as quiet as a little mouse, with her eyes | lit 1fted to the sky, and she counted the stars until they got so sleepy and winkel ) so fast she couldn’t count them, and her | | eves wanted to shut up too. Then the moon’s face smiled and the little girl said to her mother: | “I like the moon better than all the stars.”’ But the mother did not know what she was thinking of. The little girl kept on lcoking at the moon and laughing at his jolly old face, | but a big black cloud sat right near the moon’s face, and that made the little girl sad. | th: P i elittlegirl went home that night. She was sleepy as she could be, but she kneit | ‘ cal | beside her cradle and said her prayers. | ca of She tumbled into bed and closed her blue eyes right tightand had a beautiful dream. She dreamed that she was sitting | and boys was on the moon and it was so shiny and | called (o bright she could hardly see. stainse There were lots of black clouds around, and she put her hands into them, and be- hold, they were biack, like ink, und she rubbed the black off from the moon’s face and blacked it all but the The moon looked comical, but she ICKeY n it \ . MWELL TR didn’t laugh, she didn’t like to see the moon with a dir'y face. She ; _Lh{' peeked into the moon’s eye. It was Windy in heaven, and she saw the chil- dren of paradise. She had a little _bro'.her in heaven, and he was bav- ingagood time, and she called to him, but be did not hear s : her. o1y i, '° bung, ngareh the expression in ¥ ltey i She f T we, " S ey, Yely e felt very lonely . Therg y, '€ asked to doso.’” 2 “ves, g% and very wet and cold ikeq yg b"’ a look on the white-haired ofg , o Wy e in the clouds. T. Oste. °85U’s as was possible. He beckoneq feeb" ecy ld ,'Ib/,c" S he v followed his look and hastily EaVe hip, -ULr 1o, they 1 ik moetandael| 2 Breag opr ? M0 drapk greedily, 804 BIS strengry oMe i, 0dy, Fay a effor¢ e ank gree T Mr. Ostend we,, 3t ,J00r, 10 5p, 18 5, n moy;, neq half-raised himse some SOUIce pe [0 10'“ it boulcb Sej; il om ; : 0 e gy, 2. AT TOm ttie st a draugp o, D b1y "abig, e, nim | 720 were 5 s and drained the b0 e rroacas; Lhenttl pet bup 5y, .. | "asap . “!latlention regarded him 10 Gtk Dty the Cap,. the ity rood-by. N air of G ¢ him that to! sily ¢, t‘r,”_ w,-"'c b by, lhen sh e |Cbiefang authority abou 2t pe he Lo iy, 3ck Coencn hot Used to command. Wy , ere ‘lle,,' Ho tiue eyes and “Iam about to die,”” thus he said. “The white man has coms to torment me. I found hersetf lying in her cradle. There | do she was in her own home, and she felt re- lieved, although she had enjoyed the ex- perience after a way. But she was a fond little girl, who fully enjoved her home and the love that she found tuere, surrounded by those who were dear to Ler. She told her mother all about what she dreamed, and was very happy over the children of paradise. ANNIE Louise BUTLER. wi us THE CRUISE OF THE GALIFORNIA| over savages. The California was sliding over giassy water, on which there was hardly a ripple. agaiust something with such force that the trim slowly—an age it seemed to Mr. Ostend. \ bunks upon the cabin floor. know the extent of the harm to the California. promvtly threw a grappling-iron upon the hulk, and | boarded the huik, after giving orders to try the pumps on the California to find out whether she, was leaking. white ones. and very weak. Nevertheless when they saw Mr. Ostend they feebly reached out grasp some muskets—to show fight, was too quick for them and pushed the guns out of bhound rushed at Mr. Ostend, coming down the poor condition the beast was willing to stop. | dently a native of one of the near-by islands, as \ that until he had forced some spirits througn |\ | the lips of the biack men. \ hulk. natives. Ostena asked. ried off as slaves by white men when the vessel was struck by a gale that took its mastsoutand bave numbered over a dozen, into the sea,” light to the cabin. attention of all the man hyena might have smiled. “The black men threw many such into the sea. All bands the snake of the forest. Ifound that he was like other white men. I went back to the boitom of the great canoe—this canoe in which we were them free. and threw it about like a feather. stronger than the black man. Icalled on my friends to strike while the white men SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS—Six California boys, three white men, one black man, Austraian, and a crew of seamen are going to New Guinea on the steam yacht California m San Francisco to bring out of captivity a German sailor who has become a klug in New Guinea | The savages will not let thelr king go. He has sent word in a sandalwood boX that wishes to escape. CHAPTER IIL RASH! Tt wasa dark night, one of the darkest - of the Southern seas. The lookout and Mr. Os- nd were on deck. The six boys were asieep. Without warning the yacht suddenly bumped aft was upon its beam ends and righted only All the boys and Mr. Lane were thrown from their, They lost no time inf aching the deck to learn what had happened. | Already Mr. Ostend had found out that the Cali-} rnia had run down a dismasted hulk, which was | ifting helplessly on a strong current. He did not| He a trice had it made fast tothe yacht. Then they their hands to Mr. Ostend eir reach. With a fierce growl a half-famished blood- mpanion-way, but Binnie dealt the hound such blow with a convenient handspike that in its crawled under a bunk in which was a very old id white-haired black man—a Papuan, evi- stances are measured at sea. Here the brute y and whined pitifully, keeping its eyes upon e white people. $ Some of the black men, of whom there were n alive, gnashed their teeth and gave sig-s rage. The others were very quiet and seem- !l ¢ly about to die. \ While here was a Very strange mystery of tha | a, Mr. Ostend did not stop to think about \\\ This gave them aj\ tie strength, but it also made them ferocious. [ John Letour had now come on board of the He could talk many native cialects and **Whnat do you think of them, John?* Mr, “They are from the interior of New Guinea.” “How do you suppose they came here ¢’ “Well, 1f I should make & guess I would say |\ at they had been kidnaped and were being car- obably carried the crew, who could not Ned had been searching the cabin over refully. He found on one side of the bin bloody finger-marks on the edge one of the bullseyes that gave Atonce the 22 7 @, Hep) m, 8aj, o7 1 (g Mr. Ogtend, who had been lookyy not know how he got here. He was here before,” and the chief smiled as a ite men are enemies of the black man. The white man came to our land and stole away and was carrying us off to be slaves. In the night I rose, broke the that held me a prisoner, and went among the white men as still as sailing—and I made “Then the ghostman who livesin the villages of the people of my land sent torm that heaped the waves up near to the sky. The water struck the great canoe Then Iknew again that the white man is no A Margie’s father was the colonel. & /’//% ) w11 were trying to keep their great canoe above the waves. Theycame up from the bottom of the great canoe when the white men could not see them. We struck them down one at atime and threw them 1nto the water that was calling aloud for them. All except one. He saw me and ran down into the great canoe and I was after him so close that I fell. ‘‘He wason his feet and erasped me, but the strength of the ghostman was mine. We fought and he fe!l. Then I seized him, bleeding, and carried him out of the bottom of the canoe, and the king shark was waiting for him. As he fell into the water he made a great shout. Then a wave came. Most of the black men were carried over into the water and swam in the black waves. Then the wind struck the great canoe and the ghostman howled and the sails and masts went out of the canoe at the call of the ghostman.” That was the story as it was interpreted ! by Jobn Letour. It made a stiong im- pression upon Mr. Ostend. Bufore he had | time to ask any questions he was called | upon deck by Nr. Lane. “Iam not much acquainted with these latitudes,” said Mr. Lane, ‘“‘but I think a tornado is coming.” The signs of a tornado were clear. There was no time to be lostin getting the black men on board of the California. The yacht could not ride out such a gale with the hulk fastened to it. Hardly haa the black men been hurriad on boara of the California when the waves rose into mountains of seething water. Abeve the howl of the wind was heard a shriek. The old chief had thrown him- self in the sea rather than to stay longer with the hated white men. The hulk had been cast off and was once more helplessly drifting. D. H. W. HOW MARGIE SAVED THE COLONEL. T was just at the close of a fierce skir- mish in the Civil War. A Pennsylyania (infantry regiment was on one side; on the other was a Louisiana regiment. The Federal troops were beaten back and were on the retreat. The colonel of the Penn- sylvanians wns wounded. His comrades stopped ata farmhcuse and beggea that he might receive good care. Margie was the ten-year-old daughter of the colonel of the First Mississippi Regi- ment of Infantry. Her mother was dead, Her father had brought her to this farm- house. Onward came the Louisiana troops, and they suriounded the house, Laving notic d the Pennsylvanians go in there, and they thought to pick up a few prisoners. Major | Lewin entered with a detachment of men and there saw Colonel Wailace, the Penn- syivanian, At once Major Lewin’s brow grew black. He recognizea in Colonel Wallace the son of a man whom his family had bitterly disliked, and who bad wronged them in a land transaction. Colonel Wallace, looking up, knew the major just as promptly. “Ie tnis man able to be moved?”’ thun- dered the major. “He is,” answered Colone! Wallace, proudly, without giving any one a chance to <peak first. Five minutes Jater a rough ambulance was on its way to a Southern prison, and in it was Colonel Wallace. 1 Little Margie did not believe Colonel | Wallace wi.en he said that he was well enough to be moved. “He shall not go to prison,” she said to herself, but how was she to prevent ? Already the ambulance wassome dis- tance {rom the house, and the prison was only five miles away. But between the battlefield and the prison was a creek spanned by a low bridge. Above the bridge was a reservoir. She would throw open the escape-gzate of the reservoir, the water would rush out and sweep away the bridge three miles down the road, and the ambulance could not cross to the prison, It was & daring plan, but it worked out just as she hoped it would. Margie had no thought but to tell the truth. She told the soldiers that she was the guilty party, and they took her before the colonel of the Louisiana regiment. *“Why!"” said the colonel in surprise, *‘are you not the daughter of a Southern officer?” “Yes, sir; my father is a Southern colonel like yourself.” “This Northern man, is he a friend of vours?”’ “No, sir.”” “What then; you do not mean to say that you are a little traitor to our cause?” but the Northern colonel did not tell the truth when he said that be was “No, sir; able to be moved. 1 know that he is fainting now.” A sound of approaching horses was heard. Faint at first, it grew louder, and in a short time the First Mississippt Cavalry appeared. This was the regiment of which At the head of it was her father. Brave little girl she was. She stood boldly by lier act and de- clared that it was a shame to move a man so baaly / hurt. Then Ler father 0 for a min- mounied his horse, from which he had stepped down! “May 1 go too?" vleaded Margie, guessing shrawdly where her father was goiag. “Yes, come.” The colonel swung his little daughter to the saddle and roae away along the road over whi:h the ambulance had passed. Colonel Wallace had indeed fain:- ed and his wound was bleeding. His face was as white as a sheet. Down Irom the saddle leaped the Mis- sissippi colonel with a cry of surprise. ‘Mv brother—here?” ne said. It was indeed bis brother. Then Margie was glad thai she bad been brave and merciful. And her father found no words with which to reprove her. Fanxyy Gu Lane. SECOND COMIC DRAWING LESSON HIS morning is solved the com'c drawing lesson of last wiek. How many of the bovs and girls Euessed what the outlines published last Sunday morning meant? With this lesson of to~ day are given all of the iour sets of oute /fi/ lines making up the first comic dr: lesson. You will see that this _'-vocuh: has “made a great deal of noise in the public ear.” If you Jearned to draw ell the outlines last week you have not to d learn to do much more to supply a comic drawing lesson for yourself. g Pernaps you have some puzzline sug- gestions. If you have any 1dea_|s of that sort, send them in, and they will receive the attention due them. The ideais t‘u present some subject which 1s comical awing R - N~ A series of pictures, from three tovlour. is sufficient to involve the reader in mys- tery, deep und profound. Tben,‘preulo! The few missing strokes are supplied, and you wonder how it is that you did not see what the picture was ail about upon your first inspection of it. Now then, for the beginning of the sec- ond comic-drawing lesson. Here are twvo innocent-looking pictures. You ars all invited to guess what they can mean. Do you think that the first onzis a boxing- glove? Ordo you see anything in it that might promise the evoluticn of an ele- pbant? There are certain wrinkles that might not be amiss in connection with a pachyderm. Come to think, though, don’t you think that there is a suggestion ( R /’\ of a shellfish somewhere in there? Itisa long distance, speaking in a natural his- tory way, between an elephant and an oyster. Well, thisis neither an elephant nor an oyster. The mystery will surely be solved two weeks from to-day. It will bave to give way next week for ‘The () \ Young Authors’ Page’’ But it may be puzzling enough to keep a for tnight. ESuaTSs e o OUR CORRESPONDENTS. CLARA H. KENNEDY, Goodyears Bar= Stories were eligible in the competition for place on “The Young Authors’ Page” in the absence of pnotographs. Several have been so entered. The purpose in asking for the pho- tographs of the young authors and young artists was to have them ready for publicas tion on “The Young Authors’ Page’ simuls taneously with the appearancs of the stories and sketches. Your story has been placed in the nands of the judges with the many others. JUDITH GUSLEAN, Portland, Or.—Story re. ceived. The puzzle department was discone tinued because there was not enough space to give & fair hearing to every one, and also bes cause reading matter of general interest was in demend. The boys and girls furnished many excellent puzzles, indicating a credite able degree of industry and also ingenuity. This question has been asked before. -These are the reasons for dropping the puzzles. Most of the puzzle-makers are now manifest ing that their ability is not confinea to one line, aud some of the most charming stories to appear on this page have been composed by the bright puzzle-makers, ELLA M. SEXTON — Verszs will be pub- lished on this page. WILLIAM BRADY, apprentice on United States ship Yorktown—Letler received; mat. ter will be considered. LILLIE NELSON—Please sond photograph as soon as convenient for the use of the art department. ANNA HEIDRICH writes from Klamath Falls, Or.: “I thought I would write you a few lines ard tell you about Kiamath Falls, It is & small place compared with Sn Fran. cisco, but 1 think that itis quitea large place, There is a school here, and 1 am going to school every day. School lasts eight months this year. There are only two printing ¢ flices here. 1read the boys’ and girls’ page in Tug CALL, and I like to read the letters thet the other children have written; so I. said- te mamma that I3as going to write, too.” The letter of our Oregon friend is very welcome, and we hope to hear from her again. JENNIE SQUIRES writes from Wcodside, Cal.: “So many ntlle boys and girls Kaye written to your paper that I thought I woulq write. I live ona fruit ranch thirty-six miles from San Francisco. If some little boys ang girls would write to me I would answer.” A. LAWRENCE LEE—Your p'c'ure has not been received. The time is short. GRACE M. TIPSON. Oakland — Poem Te- ceivea. It will be used after the present com- petition i< ended. JOE KENMEDY writes; “I am 8 vears old, Tam in tne third grade. I havea liitle come panion 6 years ol¢. He isin the second grade. His name is Frank Smack.” Joe 1s a live San Fracisco boy. A