The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 26, 1898, Page 31

L THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 26, 1898. k% % % ¥ X IGUEL HERNANDEZ is a Cu- riot who lived not many ym Santiago de Cuba. ell sick of the fever, and A s little daughter, Maria, and Mi-uel's wife had to look out for their one cow anl chickens_and a garden. Miguel gr and his soon compelled to pass all of side. Little Maria , but worked most of the was in the moun- had be: r- little home t Spanish t the mountains hunting men to make into Span- Brutal and rough they Spain. ers came over for able-h. ish soldiers were, and they struck poor Miguel, be- cause, they said, he was shamming sickne The captain of the trooper ;arden and called saw Mar “How old are you, little girl?” he asked “Twelve years old next Christmas.” “Twelve yes old. Well, you will do as a gulde over the mountains. Come, you."” mothe BC tto t pleading that Ms ried, r plead- in 1 in vain rdered to antiago , she acting as guid > performed her duty so well that sopers slept in a Spanish fort that nd night the Spanish ldiers h picks and shovels and dug I to which they h would go_off, ow into pieces y who might come 1 leading to San Maria 3 -d with fear. She knew was a leader among ppose when he was well with an arm aria made would watch ape at the first atched, sus- ief in he e Spanish ¢ her brov you m to the Cu- shot. Do you unders She did understand and trembled vio- lentl but she made no answer. p your eyes on that girl,” she h the later. “If you suspect her s at once.” Then the Spanish warships com- manded by Adiairal Cervera came into the harbor of Santiago, and there was much joy until an American fleet ap- peared and shut ~p the Spanish ships as if they were In a trap. The Spanish soldiers were no longer allowed to go away from tae forts, for a battle might take place any time and they were all needed. The “ubans soon found out thi d soon signal fires ‘appeared every night on the hills. Spanish spies were sent out and came back with the news that a large force of Cu- bans were gathering; that they had succeeded in getting guns and ammuni- tion from the Americans and that they were only waiting for a signal to march against the Spanish in their forts. General L . who commanded the Spaniards, oraered that some large cannons should be moved to some new earthwo: s to be made, to guard the roads. There were two new: batteries Bl powN W'D LIVER AN BAKUW THE LANDLADY IS NOT WILLING T * KK i LITTLEGIR and .our cannons were to be moved. Into one of t. e cannons little: Maria crept. She v.as hardly Inside of the dark and uffocat pli-e when she was sorry, but she dared not cry out for fear the Spaniards would carry out their threat to shoot her if she should try 1o ape. After she had heard much noise she felt the cannon move and she knew that it was wheeling to the new bat- teries. The rough jolting over stones hurt her territ the air grew more and more stifling and Maria’s throat /1y il j % the darkn step upon a mine and be blown up? She did not know that the mines would not explode without they were set off by electricity. Her ignor- ance added that terror. She reacned the more dead than alive. She crawled . along, hardly moving, until she reached the adows of the bridge, and ssed the bridge as softly as a cat When she was in the for- est beyond she ran as fast as her strength, aided by her fear, would let her. She ran until she could go no farther. She sat down, breathle under a tree, and the next instant two Spanish Lryop- ers swept by her on horseback, so arar that she felt the wind caused by their motion. They talked to each other about her escape and were sorry that they had not found her. They did not dream she w S0 near them. When From the Mail and and burning. Still she She knew that she had was parched made no noise. been missed for she heard the soldiers 5. K r flight. Hor: :n galloped by and she was sure that they would Her he ardly d find her searching for her. almost still and she breath ‘Would they ever a little Cuban girl in such trouble? Hov would she get out of the cannon courage she had surpassed but it was taxed to the utte most. The cannon finally drawn K AT THE HEAD OF HER WARRIORS. Express, New York. unds of their horses’ hoofs di:d ¥y Maria lost no time going on, but y at a slow walk. She knew.the road well and no fear that she would lose Bat she had miles to travel to reach home. The troop- ers had visited her home and had re. ported that she was not there. So that wa the safest place for her. G nder,” said little Maria, vith sure that she would now be s < render!” ejaculated a familiar “It is little Mari voice. A A e e BOYS1 The new earthwork was on a hill. The road it was to guard was below. = Before the s =d work they pointed the gun downward. From its smooth interior the little girl felt herself slipping, slipping. A sec- ond more and she would be in the open air—in daylight! Anotl cond and the cruel rifles would be aimed at her! But no, she fell into darkne night. From the cannon's dropped until her prog by high grass. What a noise 5-she struck the ground! She must have been heard, she thought. brave little girl, your time has not come yet. You are outside of the earth- works, unseen and free and it is night. What will you do? At first Maria feared to move. She discovered that she had not been hurt. When her eves became used to the light she saw the road be dusty, winding away until it was to view in the deep shadows of tre that grew near the bridge that crossed a creek. She waited and waited. Then she crawled on hands and knees to- ward the road. A loose stone rolled from beneath her feet and rattled nois fly downward. Had it been an av lanche the sound could not have terri- fied the poor child more. But the Span- ish sentinels did not appear to hear. How far it was to the road! Would she ever get there? Would she not, in to its new place 10 DON’T FORGET THE FIREWORKS! The person was her own father. He had started out to spy upon the Span- ish works. Maria was placed on saddle by her father, who rode r the mountain road. A the along e 1 through the darkness she told her story. “Wonderful it all s, Maria,” her father said. “I will take you at once an officer.” through little Maria that and Cubans learned of ines and all about their had well served her American off gave n flag to pin on her and a gold piece for her courage. OREGON SLEIGH RIDE. BY JUDITH GUSLEAN, C. R. C., PORTLAND, OR. Oh, winter is a jolly time, When fields are white with snow; | Then o'er the with bells that chime, The sleigh will swiftly go. the Spanish and she The forts, dress Then there are flowers—but on the face. For, as the keen wind blows, It gives to youth its rarest grace— Upon each cheek a rose. We'll blow up Morro Castle, Up_higher than the moon. For Yankee Doodle’s dander’s up, As Blanco'll find out soon. GUSTAVE FROST. PR R R R R R R R R R R R R R R R R R R THE JUNIOR HEROES. F Uncle Sam, resplendent in his striped breeches and star studded coat, should ‘-ke Old Glory on his shoulder and whistle ‘“Yankee Doo- e’ as he tramped up and down across the State of California he would oon have an army of school children, the junior heroes and heroines, at his heels. San Francisco alone could fur- nish 60,000. Altogether there would be enough in the State, ready to hold up their right hands, and promise fealty to “Old Glory” to fill up an army corps. That would call for a major general, brigadier generals, colonels, lieutenant colonels, majors, captains and so on, including some of the “swaggerest” drum majors who can be imagined. Not all of the officers could be boys. The girls would form regiments and even brigades, perhaps. Then and there also little girls would be proud drummers, fifers, buglers and color ser- geants, resplendent in military finery, glad to uphold the honor of Old Glory,” so dear to every American child. Already there are many small companies of children, who daily jump get guns, work over the march under the star- into uniforms manual of arm: ry flag, charge the Spaniards twenty times a day and fight such battles that the Board of Strategy at Washington would be puzzled to guess what the outcome of the several engagements might be. Now, The Cail wants to know all about these companies and an invita- tion is hereby extended to all children who have organized any sort of a mil- i body to send word concerning the to the editor of the Boys' and Girls’ page. Send in these facts: Name of company, date of organization; whether the little soldiers are cavalry, artillery or infantry; names of officers and membe! names of musicians and a little story about what the company is doing; where and when it drills, and what the uniform is that has been adopted. To show the California children what their little compatriots in the East are doing some pictures are taken from the New York Mail and Express. “No- where,” says the Mail and Express, speaking of the little soldiers of New York city, “is the juvenile war spirit stronger than above the Harlem, in the borough of the Bronx. The youthful defenders in and around East 138th street are pupils of School No. 62. They are led by a veritable Joan of Arc, a breezy whirlwind of a girl, 12 years old, Captain Ruth Rush. Nature did great violence to this heroine's feelings when she made her a girl. Ruth was an au- thority on all sports before this cruel war began. She umpired the ball games and was the court of last resort in all the boys’ dispute: ‘When Uncle Sam called for defenders Ruth got a bugle, learned all the martial calls, rallied the unquenchable sons of liberty in the Bronx, and they drill and march to her bugle music before and after school. Captain Ruth has her hosts under per- fect discipline. “Her word is law. Her orders are obeyed with military promptness and precision, or she knows the reason why. She tolerates no ‘monkeying’ in the ranks. John Stiner, her trusted lieu- tenant, is a very warlike disciple of Captain Ruth. Another fierce regiment of Bronx patriots is officered by Colonel Willlam Leseman, Captain Charles Stuerer, Lieutenant Richard Warkin ind Privates Francis, Banker, Keenan, McCormack, Johnson, Hill, Thompson, Brennan, Turkhoff, Rugler and Wal- lack.” There are every bit as bright soldier boys and soldier girls in California as there are in New York or in any other place under the sun. Send in group photographs and tell your stories. Do not make the stories too long, but tell all the facts. Let us hear from ‘“Sigkiyou to San Diego and from the Sierra to the sea,” as the political speaker likes to say. Wherever there is company of small boys or small girls, who have the war spirit, on the Pacific Coast, this invita- tion is intended to reach. It will not be necessary to be ‘‘strong on regi- mentals” to be pictured. Patriotism is the thing. Any group not carrying the B * %K KR * KKK K KKK American flag would be considered non patriotic; but, of course, there are none such. Let it not be forgotten by the chil- dren that the first volunteer regiment to set sail for a foreign country during the present war was the first Califor- nia Volunteers. ‘Wherever there is an army post on the Pacific Coast there are stout-heart- ed boys and girls, whose fathers are en- listed under the flag. We hope to hear from them. One of the sights of the Presidio, for some years, has been the uniformed small boys, dressed in the reduced uniforms of their plucky sires, cavalrymen, artillerymen, infantry. Mars may have been said to have at- tended their birth. They are still at- tended by their mas. They are half soldiers already. . The volunteers have left behind them Jjust as good little h.~oes and heroines as there are to be found in the garri- sons. What a sight would be presented by all the boys and girls on parade on Market street some day. That would be worth going a thousand miles to view. As the war progresses and patri- otic fervor continually in reases that may be possible. Why should there not be such a parade? In the meantime send in the pictures anc stories and have a parade in miniature. OUR BRAVE BOYS GOING TO WAR BY ANITA SMITH ATS off boys! The drums are beginning to roll. The soldiers in blue are coming now. All hungry and tired are they. ‘With their blankets and mus- kets they are ready to fight for their 31 EERE XX FRERFERERREFAE R R RRE XX R XX RN R THE PINK-LIPPED SHELL FREAEF R E R A F R RRRFERRFRFRREREE R X R R RN RN X R K e X LOSE by the Singing River, in the fairyland under Tamalpais Moun- tain, was a wonderful Pink-Lipped Shell, that caught the songs which the fairies and the trees and the flowers and the marvelous river sing. It was taken away from'its bed among the vines and grasses one day and was carried to the Land of the Madrigal Birds, to teach them songs to sing to the Fairy Queen. But lo! Once in that beautiful place, the shell sang no more. Neither the Fairy Queen's gentle magic nor the soft pleading of the Madrigal Birds could persuade it from silence. “Go!” said the Fairy Queen to the Rainbow Moth, her favorite messenger, “seek out Goldilocks and tell her to come; for the day the Pink-Lipped Shell sings no more, that day even the Bridal Flower must weep and the silver bells of the Ivory Lilies jangle out of tune. Make known to Goldilocks that within the shell is imprisoned a fairy, whose heart is sad awa- from the Singing River; for in_the river is the Spirit of her lover. Yet will not the fairy in the Shell nor the Spirit of the Singing River be happy . truly until they have been united and have given the gift of the best song to others.” When Goldilocks and I went in through the carved Ivory Gate of Fairyland the Fairy Queen was there in a chariot drawn by doves, and she held the silken reins in her own hands. Goldilocks entered the chariot and sat beside the Queen. A flving horse waited for me and pawed the ground, impa- tient to be off. We rose up in the clear air and beau- tiful Fairyland, with its. sparkling lakes, winding rivers, shining palaces, flowery meadows and its lovely Rain- bow Mountains was in view. Goldi- Jocks could not help clapping her hands with joy at the glorious landscape. On the wind floated the sweet smell of the Rose Meadows; over their flooring of snow white pebbles and silvery gravel bubbled countless beautiful brooks, and fountains rose and fell in calm lakes, which perfectly mirrored the most wonderful of all vistas. We reached the Land of the Madri- gal Birds, but not a sound arose. The birdg sat mute now, hopeless that the Pink-Lipped Shell would ever sing to them more. The heads of the royal flowers were bowed; the Silver Willows were trembling. “You see,” said the Queen to Goldi- locks, “that this will never do. Even as vou brought into Fairyland one day the charm of an opal ring, so now we hope that you have some charm to wake the Pink-Lipped Shell. Then happiness will be overflowing, as always before, in Fairyland.” Which Fairy told Goldilocks what to do? The Madrigal Birds looked up and seemed happier that she had come. The Silver Willows rustled their leaves so that they sounded like sighs, but all the flowers opened their eyes, and the wise Fairy Queen knew that this was a sign. “Part not the Pink-Lipped Shell and the Singing River.” commanded Goldi- locks. “Throw the Shell into the River. Then the Fairy in the Shell will be free at once to walk through the gal- leries of the River King's Palace.” “But the Shell is heavy, dear Goldi- locks,” said the Queen. “With all our strength we brought it here. Know that it is a law of Fairyland that what a Fairy does with the consent of the Queen, that cannot be undone by any Fairy; no, not even with the Queen’s consent. Dear Little Goldilocks! Always gen- tle, unselfish and loving, she was STEADY, MEN! From the Mail and Express, New York. country and flag. Let’s cheer them and wave our flags. Hats off, boys! Hearing cheers from the children, they pass by with sighs. For many 4 mother is watching her boy who is going away to fight the Spaniards. He may never come home again. Let's wave our flags! P R WILLIE'S PROMPT ANSWER. ‘Willle, aged 5, was _quite a mischiev- ous little fellow, and his maman told him one day that if he didn’t quit being so naughty the “boogie” man would get him. “Oh, I'm not a bit afraid,” he replied. “When I see him coming T'll reform right quick.” BItk Ov PARTINLERS RO~ 2. Hun-0a2. Kwz bAMIGEE — € HIRT BY TAR 50 Dowe. "Fen.mz HIRT — 3 HUNDOLZ EVENT 12 owETE MR.DOOD paY UP! O LET THE DUDE GO FREE AND SETS OUT TO ARREST HERE COMES DE DONS! WAIT AND FIRE LOW. prompt to act now. In her snowy arms she. raised the Pink-Lipped Shell, bore it to the Queen’s chariot and flew away, and I followed on the winged horse. Among the oziers near the river bank she crept, holding the Shell in her arms. Back she started with wonder, for the river opened, the waters parted, and from away down below came up a song so faint and fine and sweet that it might have been the fruit of a blessed dream. Then from the Shell came the same song, the answer. No longer dumb, the Shell sang so sweetly that the fairies, crowding to the river brink, stood there enraptured. a happy gathering. An impulse seized Goldi- LR R R locks to go forward and I followed. The waters parted at our feet, and shining steps of purest marble, emboss- ed with gold and precious stones, glit- tered before us. We went down hand in hand, Goldilocks still holding the Shell, from which came a song that gradually broadened intp a_glorious song of triumph. We passed through three galleries, the first blue, with great diamonds in the roof—this to signify the marvelous sky of midnight; then the second was brown, like the fruitful earth, and its carved colurins were en- twined with Immortal Flowers, the breath of which it is that confers end- less youth and endless life upon the fairies; and then the third, green, like the beautiful green of the great sea. Suddenly this gallery was filled with light and music. Over our heads the water closed and was a polished roof of emerald. Mpyriads of water fairies, their dresses made gay with kelp and the flowers that grow secretly in depths of the sea, came forward. They paused to repeat the song which the Shell had sung. Then the loveliest little being appeared, and they all bowed to him as to a King. Goldllocks felt the Pink-Lipped Shell slipping from her grasp. It fell from the gallery into a crystal stream that rolled below. At the touch of that magic stream the Shell opened—opened as gently as a flower that opens to greet the morning. Krom it came the Fairy Ariel. She was fairly dazzling. Indeed, she was the handsomest fairy in all the world. At her appearance there was a greit shouting and the Spirit of the River came forward and took her hands. “‘Free! My beloved at last! said. “Forever and forever!” answered the Spirit of the Singing River. Then the Nautilus came to ferry us to upper air and the waves parted for us. By the river stood all the fairles, and there were the Madrieal birds, and their song, now that they had learned it .by magic, was the sweetest of all One second and the lovers sank below the wave and there they wi' dwell in the River Palace forever. .- LW THE DEADLYthDEN GATE.. she ISFORTUNES await By the Golden Gate To Spafiish ship that would enter; But if she should try it, ‘And come pretty nigh it, These guns would be sure to dent her. Byron McClus] author of the fore- going, is a happy little American boy, who finds life is sweet and good, with one— alas that there should be one—great big drawback. A boy must be grown up or at least have attained to the dignity of long pdnts, before he may be considered eligible to offer his life to his country. Byron s 11 years old and all “Uncle Sam’ sees fit to ask of him and the mil- lion other boys who have a laudable de- s sire to_ help anihilate the Spanish love and devotion, and these Byron freely gives. This ardent little American boy lives with his parents on Lombard street, with- in sight of the Golden Gate, and within hearing of the booming sunset gun at the Presidio. When war was declared Byron immediately decided there was work for him to do. A flag_pole was erected in the back yard, and each morning the stars and stripes are hoisted by this patri- otic little boy. When the band at the Presidio blares out the inspiring ‘“‘Star Spangled Banner,” and the guns thunder a good night as the sun sinks behind the hills, little Byron salutes the flag and hauls the colors down. Since the country will not send the patriotic little lad to the “front” and the sword Is denied him, Byron has adopted the next best substi- the pen—and he finds comfort in and childish iliustration to convey his thoughts. — . WHEN MA Y y for most all day, my! we've had such lots of fun: ve romped upstairs an’ everywheres, Ma’'s been aw We' Pulled up the curtains, every one, An’ scared the cat so badly that She yowled an’ yowled an’ ran an’ ran About the place an’ broke a vase, An’ then upset the ashes pan; Right on the back-hall carpet, too! An’ now we don't know what we'll do When Ma Gets Back I wish we hadn’t been so bad An’ turned the whole house upside down, An' ate the cake an’ tried to make An army tent of ma's white gown, Were geitin' scared, an’ if we dared a"go to some dark place an’ hide An’ keep as still an’ wait until Ma pitied us. 1 wish we'd tried To be good boys and girls, for now— Oommi—won't there be an awful row. "HIM, WITH STRIKING RESULTS.