The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 10, 1898, Page 36

THE SAN FRAN D e b SR b o 2 -ttt e 44444445 TFT444444444 1+ ing. ard ship, I had no ng a cargo shed my busi- and then ch, to the had THE CAPTAIN'S ADVENTURE. f@’l?@\g EDITED BY DANID H . WALKERL, 2l L’/;\ Z il Yy l‘_('HII'- 3 CISCO CALL, SUNDAY, APRIL 10, 189 B e R R R R Rt + +444 BY EUGENIA B. MABURY. oy 4444444444444 444442 F PP ETEEEEIEIEE Y boat and thrown the owner overboard. “The mate ordered John to tow me back to my ship at once. “On my arrival I ordered the cap- »d sampan to be hauled aboard and to the ulling couple n we got half stopped s aced in full sight on top of the pilot- d house. All the next day hunc of N hoatmen rowed past to view it, but But, quick none came to claim it; and as there ed my revolver and Instanuy , carrying his oar . and then the other two r ls let go the edge of my 1 disappeared in the dark- was no mark upon it I had no means of finding out to whom the boat belonged. But early next morning, e T could ait no longer, I set sail for Fuch and took the sampan along, thinking I would keep it for my own private use. 1 also carried a special sampan man with me. “Now, as the river in this section was so shallow, T had to stop at the Pagoda anchorage, eighty miles below Fuchau. Directly opposite me, across the river, w the town of Fookein. Here there lived a class of piratical Chinese, who made a business of rob- imagine my plight! There I at an oar, in the middle of above the friendly conc the tide fast carrying me own dangers. I did not out for help for fear of by the hoatmen on the 1 life cheap and regard A e rush. Ping and Killing all upon whom they e Sh- could lay their hands, both natives and S i fore could see thi e When 1 arrived at the Pagoda an- Hope returned, chorage I started in my sampan with o seat of the new man up the river until I int of much reached Fuchau. Cn landing I told him : to paddle over to wait there for me, but on my return hip and make fast my painter to s not greatly surprised to find both him and the sampan missing. 1 re- ported the case to the American Consul, n in the . ng up the th i by d mpan . ahoy!* sung out a voice P e trongs Norwegian accent. But WhO sent out a Chinese detective. Two g hours later the detective returned and " he cried again. ‘If Teported that my man had gone across wes Tl throw something the river to Fookein, which was full of lawless boatmen, and, being a stranger, rnished b very glad to find him the mate of the P Of my adventure” nd 1 nd a man with whom 1 was S A e U St e e v UL BT e R S LITTLE SUNSHINE time. it at the Next S boys of etition wi girls’ page wil 1y During the pa mpeti will not be one-sic which will be illustratec cient space. The girls will hav Th ve not all respo: them, but acceptances are coming in the proper ti pleasure at being able to serve the boy: d the six stories, is suf the Pacific Coast. of boys and girls and to pas.ing upon many communities judges will be satisfactory and so will Page next Sunday. two pages will exemplify the story-tel T ing the page of selected h the girls, will be published. The At the time of this writing nine judges have signi all, and every judge will be prominently connected with education on They are all accustomed to reading the compositions and much education and good judgmen . Then see the Girls' Page the succeeding Sunday. The IE B!J'MPKINS ABANDON THE ClRCUSAFOE ONE had that night stolen a BY MABEL E. THOMPSON Uncle Billy was an old man. lived in San Francisco. He silent, and people called him crc he had a soft spot in his heart. One night, as he was walking home, think- ing of his little granddaughter, Nellie, who was dead, he saw a little girl who was sobbing, “I want mamma; bad man take Millie.” He soothed her and He stories written by the remain for mailing took her home . . with him. , The next day he told the selection will be made, therefore, un- police about her. They tried to find her st week the boys have done well, parents, but could mnot. U.cle Billy led. The boys will be represented loved Sunshine, as he called her, and . More stories will be used if there o] Fa8 EI to keep her. Years passed by, and no one came to claim her. A lady once heard her sing, and per- suaded Uncle Billy to give Sunny sing- ing lessons. Sunny had a gold locket on her neck when Uncle Billy found her, and he often showed it to her and talked about it. One day, when they were at the park looking at the swans, Sunny said: “Un- cle Billy, I seem to remember a pretty place with swans like this Sunny became a beautiful girl and a very sweet singer. Every one loved her, for she was always kind. One Saturday Uncle Billy came home while Sunny was away and got every- thing ready for an early lunch, so they could go to the park. e same t of space as the d to the invitations sent out to The full list will be published at fied s and girls. There will be fifteen in e their merits. They will represent The list of the Boys' the stories. Watch for ling ability of our young people. DAY TO HUNT EASTER Just as he had finished there was a rap at the door, and, opening it, he saw a pretty lady and a gentleman. s they came forward, the lady asked: “‘Are you Uncle Billy, and have you a little girl named Mildred?” “I have,” said Uncle Billy, do you know of her?” “I will tell *you,” said the gentleman. “My name {s Perry and fifteen years ago to-day we had a little girl born whom we na d Mildred. She grew to be a pretty child. When she was about two years old T discharged a man who was dishonest. He threat- ened to be revenged. “One day, when Millie and her nurse were out walking, the nurse stopped to talk with some friends and Millie wandered on. She was seen no more. “Two weeks ago we received a let- ter from this man, saying that he was wery k and wanted to see us. We went to him at once and he told us that he stole Millie and took her to San Francisco and saw you take her home. He found out your name and “but what told us where to go. “Now Uncle Billy, you see we are Have you the lockes that said Unc! Sunshin Billy, “and I must annxwmnmxnmv E AN EA Hark! LR R R IR L R R R R LR Earth’s Within a California bower Of rosés stood a matron sweet. Around her, in a fragrant shower, Fell the rare rose leaves at her feet. “Dear God,” she said, “from out of the clear Blue sky we ask Thy sign of love This Easter day, thy children hear The pinions of the Heavenly Dove Which in far old Judea descended And Jesus in tie wave attended.” Children’s voices, faint and fine Sang a glad Easter morn refrain. ‘Dear Lord,” they sang, “the world is thine. Earth praises thee with flowers and grain.” Far spread the landscape—hill and dale, Mountains with orange groves beneath, Whose blossoms sweetened every gale— s irest, richest, bridal wreath! “God,” said the matron, “God above In these sweet children pledges love.” P P S S At At e R S et ! BEANSTALK JAC P e AR A AR S AR ACK O’ THE BEANSTALK sat talking with his mother one even- ing by the fireside, when two queer happenings made Jack open his eyes wide. The harp that he stole from tke Giant began to talk: the hen that lays eggs of solid gold began to lay, and at such a rate that the floor was soon covered with gold. “Jack o’ the Beanstalk,” said the harp, ““do not sit here idly and selfishly. There are those in trouble who need your help. Having told you this, T will ask you to pick up the golden eggs and place them in a leather raddle-bag. Rise before the sun to-morrow morning. ‘When you hear the first crowing in the barnyard go out and mount a horse which you will find standing by the door. Do not take the reins, but go where the horse wills, and be brave and true. So will you do good.” “Do not go, Jack,” said his mother. “I am old, and need you at home.” “No, mother, do not stop me,” said Jack. “Good fortune has come to us by daring. Let us not be selfish.” The next morni..g. early, Jack awoke, kissed his mother good-by, took her blessing and rode off upon the horse he found in waiting. Once he turned in his saddle to look back. His mother stood by her cottage door, waving her hand- kerchief in fond adieu. What a wonderful horse that was that Jack had! Jack minded what the harp had said, and never touched the bridle once. He had no need to urge his beast. He raced up hills and down hills; swam broad and brawling rivers with ease, galloped through mountain defiles and over deserts, tired. This went on for the horse never pausing, night. Jack luckily had enough provisions to last him. He was a perfect horse- man and could sleep in his was dozing when a sirange roused him. L.oking ahead he saw an ocean. Toward this the horse was galloping. Before Jack had a chance to think much the horse had galloped boldly into the surf. A great billow, topped with salt foam, took the horse away from the shore, which soon be- came a dim, dark line far behind. Bold as Jack was he was really alarmed. Around him, on all were only huge, roaring waves the spray from which kept him constantly drenched. The wonderful horse found no difficulty in swimming through and over the highest waves. Often he raised his voice as if snorting defiaice tc the power of the measureless ocean. Day and night passed several times, and still this strange ride among the billows continued. Jack became S0 used to it that he slept in his saddle as easily as when the horse had carried him over solid land. nd now Jack saw smoke on the horizon. A few hours later he drew near enough to see that the smoke came from a volcano, which, like a wonderful torch, seemed to tower up to the very sky with its flaming cone. On and on! And now the horse was on a beach strewn with jagged stones, and now he had floundered along to a place above the reach of the waves— and there his wonderful strength left him and he lay down and died. But before his valiant life ¢ parted or his unconquerable will failed, he spoke these words to Ja “This, dear Jack, is the dreadful home BKKEBKEEKUBUUHNKUHUEK!SBU“GQ 20000022220292222222222R2R20222992902222. 20099922290000 2220020200000 200000000009 Juu_mnm_uxj “Oh, no,” said Mrs. Perry. “We will take you home with us.” Just then Millie came in. “Well, Sunny,” said Uncle Billy, “this is your birthday. These are your parents.” With a cry of joy Millie sprang to them. They took Millie and Uncle Billy home with them to Chicago. TUncle Billy loved Millie’s little brother and spent his time wi im. Millie was called “Uncle Billy’s Sunshine.” saw the swan she so instinctively remembered and was very happy with those she loved. THE SUN AND MOON. BY JUDITH GUSLEAN. The sun and the moon had a fight, it was a comical sight. The moon fought the best, And the sun sank to rest In the radiant west, And it sulkily slept all the night. of the brother of that Giant whom you saw and, whose land you visited by means of the wonderful beanstalk. That Giant being dead, his brother has brought to this island the farmer who bought your mother's cow; and here, also, his family are held as prisoners. “The reason is that the Giant knew that the beans which the farmer gave you enabled you to reach him and to take away his hen and his harp. This The brother can- nor by water. You must find some way to reach the sum- mit of the volcano. I cannot tell you how. When I am dead take off my iron shoes. These are charms_to help you. They are filled with magic. They alone enabled me to travel so far and to swim so far.” The next instant the horse was dead and Jack was alone. He took off the horse’s shoes and carefully saved every nail. He dug a trench by the shore and buried the horse and, on the bpard placed the words, “A brave and faith« 32 Mhi% o Grnd . . \ R EGGS AND DISCOVER SOME QUEER SPECIMENS. ful friend.” Then he pushed on until he came near_the foot of the volcano. That was a dangerous place; for the red hot stones that were thrown from the volcano rattled on the ground all about him. He received many a wound, but struggled onward and upward un- til he found some little shelter in a grove of iron-wood trees. There, bleed- ing and bruised, he rested. High above him the volcano roared and the ground shook terribly under his feet. From the earth came groan- ings and rumblings, as if the wrath of the voleano would tear up the land and throw it far out into the waves. Once, looking upward, Jack fancied that he saw the Giant gazing ferociously at him. Jack was much puzzled. How should he get up on the mountain and what should he do there? For adown its scarred sides flowed wide rivers of red hot lava and the air was filled with scorching and choking ashes. Jack’s lot seemed sad. He knew, af- ter thinking a little, that he would never be able to ‘climb to the top of the volcano without help. Any mo- ment a river of molten lava might flow toward the grove of iron-wood trees and drive him from his present shelter. He fondled the horseshoes taken from his brave charger’'s feet. ~As he did this a thrill passed through him. His courage rose. One of the horseshoes fell to the ground. Instantly, by the magic with- in, it was turned into a shield of steel. Seeing this, Jack placed the other shoes upon the ground. Two of them were changed into great wheels. One turned into the body of a chariot. The wheels and chariot body fastened themselves Hark! Hark! Y R Re SRS Ae SR AR K’S VOYAGE.: PO e hhdd was a red-hot helmet. In his hands were huge rods of red-hot irom, from which e ~~ks darted in streams, as it the rods were beaten by ham 1ers in a smithy. His anger was terrible to see. “At last!” he screamed, in a voice that shook the ground, “at last I have you ‘n my power and I w!ll make you help me toil in the volcano’s flery heart forever and forever!” “Not so fast, Mr. Giant, said Jack, “you have to catch a hare before you can cook it!"” “Villain, you escaped my brother, but ou shall not escape me!” yThe Giant laid about him with the iron rods as he strode rapidly toward Jack. One blow would Lave crushed Jack lifeless. The magic in the bean- stalk had gone into the chariot and now Jack rode around and around the edge of the crater, the sharp swords on the charlot wheels flashing blood red in the glare of the voleano's light and threatening destruction to anything in striking distance. The Giant raced after him, but could not quite catch Jack. “Ho! Ho!” laughed Jack, your hare.” But Jack’s laughter did not last long. One of the chariot wheels struck against a bank of lava and Jack was thrown out. Striding close behind, the Gignt had the brave boy in his grasp in an instant. High the Giant held Jack above the burning crater; loudly he shouted with fierce glee. “A warm bath you'll have to-night, Jack! See how the volcano is hungry for you!"” But in his moment of seeming tri- “first catch THE BABY’S GOOD-NIGHT. BY CHARLES A. KEELER. Little eyes close in the dim evening light; Wave your hand, little maiden, good-night, good-night. Wave your hand to the doggie—he’s wagging his tail, And wave to the muley cow down in the dale. She is ringing good-night with her bell; Now wave to the kitties a sweet farewell. The birds in the branches above are asleep, And see the stars shine through the night’s distant deep. Now, little one, wave a good-night to the moon, For the owl is singing his sad, sleepy tune. Gmwwummwwmmx&muuufi But what was to draw this Jack counted the horseshoe together. chariot? me turned into swords and lances and Jack s the lances were to be used with the shield and that the’ swords were to be fastened to his chariot wheels. Jack perfected his chariot with these swords, took up his shield of steel and tried the points of the lances, which were sharp as needles, and so strong that they could not be bent. So far Jack was satisfied with the help given him by the magic of the horseshoes, but still the question was how to get to the top of the volcano, which was raging more fiercely every minute. Suddenly Jack stamped one foot and laughed outright. In one of his pockets he had found one bean, just such a one as the wonderful beanstalk had sprouted from. He lost not a second, but planted this bean, hoping that it would bring him good luck. In- stantly it sprouted. In an hour the vine was ten feet long, as large round as Jack's thumb, and as strong as a rope of steel. Without pause it began to climb the mountain. Jack took the hint; fastened the chariot to the vine; shield; took up the strongest and sharpest lance; and stepped into the chariot. His hope was not disappointed. The beanstalk climbed steadily and rapid- ly. Wonderful to say it did not turn aside for the streams of lava, but leap- ed over them. Jack stood upright upon the chariot, with eyes bravely turned toward the mountain top. Passing through volleys of red hot stones, breathing the fumes of sulphur and lava, scorched, bruised, bleeding and half blinded, but never for one moment thinking of turning back, up went Jack, drawn by this wonderful beanstalk. How was this? The supposed farmer who first gave Jack the magic beans was a magician, although Jack had never guessed it. This v s the country of which the magic beanstalk —-as a native. When Jack bert over to pick up the horse shoe nails, he, without knowing it, picked up a magic bean. The beanstalk was sure to grow toward the Giant. So it happened, after his rough ride up the steep miountain side, Jack found himself, in his chariot, ju-" a. the full moon rose above the ocean, on a small shelf around the volcano’s blazing cra- ter. In the crater was this awful Giant's home. There he k.d his forge and made strange shapes of iron—long swords and spears with jagged edges; horrible images of men and unknown beasts, that came, fiery red, from his worksho-- strange trumpets, through which the Giant made the most dread- ful sounds; and brazen cymbals, the noise of which, when they were clashed together, was like thunder or the roar and din of a great battle where many cannons are fired. Jack shuddered as he looked into the seemingly bottomless crater and its un- dying fires. He had no time to spend idly, for the Giant saw him and, with one bound, was out of the crater, blaz- ing in his red-hot armor likea fiery star, for, it will be recalled, neither fire nor water could har. him. Upon his head OF ond) JEAVIUE DY ¥ DL O RSTRICHE? OWW. '~ umph the magic chariot, making the round of the crater’s fiery run, hurried with lightning-like speed toward the Giant. He tried to escape, but could not. He saw that he would soon be under the wheels and their cruel swords unless he could beat the chariot. Jack’s weight was but as a feather to him. But when he found that the chariot gained upon him the Giant stood a moment, looking like an im- mense statue, and the glare of the vol- cano threw his shadow far over the ocean. “Good-by, Jack,” he shouted, and then, with a cruel and mocking laugh, threw Jack into the awful crater. At that very instant the chariot struck the monster, and the wheels cut him into mincemeat with their two- edged swords. Jack fell far into the crater. From his saddle-bag dropped the golden eggs that he had brought from his home. A fiery monster leaped from the flames and seized the eggs. “Gold! Gold!” he fairlv shrieked with glee. Seeing the gold, he forgot to feed the volcano’s fires, and the Giant's magic having died with him, the flames went out. Whatever the eggs bounded against in their fall turned into gold. So the fiery monster forgot all about everything but gold and Jack. The whole crater was solid gold now. The monster reached out his hands and caught Jack, so that the lad was not hurt. But the quick-witted boy took an egg and handed it to the monster, who taking it, immediately turned into a statue of gold. Jack now climbed up the crater, making stepping places in the gold with his knife. He reached home after many days and found the hen dead that lay the golden eggs; but he did not mind that. He told his mother of his adventure, and he is to this day the King of the Island of the Pure Gold Crater, and his mother is the Queen. D.H W. e SENSIBLE FLOWERS, BY VERA CHISHOLM, In an open meadow Down by the little lane, Some flowers wish for sunshine, Some flowers wish for rain. “Ah,” said a tall, fair lily, “I'm dying now of thirst, Oh, come to me, dear raindrop, My heart will surely burst.” “I love to hear the raindrops,” Said the red rose one day, “But, oh, where is sweet summer?} She's gone so far away.” “Ha! ha!” laughed the blue violet, “I am so very glad, The gentle rain has come to me, Althouh it makes you sad!” Then spoke the velvet pansy, “The grass grows tall and greem, “Twill give us all some shelter ‘When winds are cold and keen.” They clapped their hands—‘You're you're right!" i They all cried out together; “The winter gives us half our life— The gentle rainy weather.” %w(ijui ;