The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 31, 1898, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL SUNDAY, JULY 31, 1898. ! lL\l:]"lvnmm.fl. (] PRS0 N2 SERENADED £ és: BUNN K s =y \1‘)!\ BINNIE AND NED d were many against one. They were or- 1 to take you away with them—" i the paper signed by nterpreted did not eak for a fev ter the truth i appeared to her It was clear that her quick mind wa, already form- ing a plan a swift review nces thought quickly n in which the Cuban girl ppermost in his mind. yust not be permitted feartul po was placed w The Spaniards to carry her away, so he thought. But how could that be prevented? The Cu- ban mounts .rs were scattered and d not the mil it their nearby ,”" thought out all yroia boy, “Ned all e to am- we could rouse e can af- nnie in secrets place of ref- 1e to the Cu- is my single life. W the moun- then would you propose?’ rself into their hands friend to seem- to betray me the No, no “Yes, you must let me go with the Spanish butchers. 1 am not afraid to do this. much for Cuba in her hour of trial, for which I have long prepared. In' the meantime, Binnle, I will give to you our sacred secret, the t to the cheeks and the st and the senorita our of re to avenge _ mountaineers IN CUBA. hiding-place of our guns and ammuni- tion. I trust you to remove these to a place of safety. When the patriots are all ready to move they will look to you as their leader—not to me.” Tears that she could not keep back rolled down the girl's cheeks, for she was fully alive to the peril which her determination would bring upon her. t not be, Julla. Fly while it is yet time and leave the management of the Spaniards to me,” pleaded Bin- nie. The girl faced him, her composure entirely regained. “I have thought it all out and my plan is the best that can be adopted.” “But the Spaniard ture you and throw you Into prison— perhaps kill you when you refuse to give up your sc That must not be. stand we can will possibly tor- 2t 11 make the best at must be, must be. What hap- pens to me cannot be considered. will not be the first daughter of Cuba to sufffer for her native lar nor will to manifest my love for At these words both the Americans smoved their hats in respect to the ve girl. Blanco is brave,” she went o ill respect courage in a “and roung Cuban But—what Is th The question found a speedy answer. The Spanish captain and troopers were on the trail. The hoofs of their horses rattled over the bridge that spanned a on a mile below the . A minute later .ae troopers ca into view, spurring their horses to their best speed, while plood and foam 1 from the flanks of the tortur animal * * commanded the girl, as she stood in sight of the road, calmlyawalit- ing, without a sign of fear upon her handsome face. the oncoming foe. There was no mistaking her com- hand. The two California boys turned Inte the forest after a parting promise to her that they would yet bring Julia back to her mountain home in triumph, if that were possible. “Fearless I know you are, my frien * said Julla; “now prove your- self as wise as you are brave; and do not change my plan through your im- patience.’” She held out her hand, ‘hich was pressed by Binnie and Ned. Then the f hid them securel The Spar ransacked the cabin and asked Julia many questic She swered all good-naturedly, but told Spania nothing that they 2 45, mind, young woman,’ the Spanish captain, “the captain general has a way to make persons talk and tell him all their secrets. Perhaps you will change your mind after he has tried to per- suade you.” Julia understood this threat to m the dark dungeon of someé Morro Ca tle or possible cruel punishment; but still she smiled and would not tell. She placed was upon a spare horse and vay as a prisoner. The Americans saw her depart, but they re- spected her wishes and judgment and made no hostile move as the cavalcade swept by them within easy range of their trusty rifles. . Two days later Binnie and Ned were once more in the sdiddle. They had found the long concealed arms and am- munition—and now? They would sum- mon the bravest among the Cuban and would follow the Spaniards to rescue the senorita at any cost. Well the lads knew all the paths in the mountains, for often. by night as well as by day, they had ridden ha tily through the mountain fastnesses to call the Cubans together for drill or for counsel. “Halt!™" A tall, swarthy faced man stood in the middle of the trail as they rode and held his leveled rifle repdy for use. “Ostend!” Binni name in his “The sam “And what brings you here “The Ame! ins are off the ast ot Santiago in the ips and I am come to command ¥ h to proceed at e to Santiago on secret service with e to bring with you all the Cubans you can arm properly. I sup- pose that you have the arms and the soldiers now and that you have per- formed your work as well as when you > heart of New nea. ie smiled at the thought of New and so did Ned. “What expedition are younow started ked Mr. Ostend. irds have taken away the e are going to cue her, for she is n the way to Santi- Then Santiag All meet you and will in- Be careful. what to do. their way to join the army of General Calixto Garcia, who was in the Santi- ago province. But before this another company moved. Binnie and Ned, ac- companied by ban troopers, hastened down the mountain side. As they wound through the canyon in single file they heard, far up the moun- tain, the sound of a bugle and the cheers of the Cubans for the “Ameri- canos.” The dawn of Cuban freedom seemed nearer; but there was much suffering to come before the dawn could be ush- ered in. The cheering mountaineers on their way to join Garcla missed Ra- mirez. Where was he? D. H W. (To be continued.) —_— LOCAL NONSENSE VERSES. BY MARGIE. \ HEN girls and boys are small as fleas And Market street is paved with cheese; When all the bay is lemonade Tamalpais of cake is made; fountain takes a walk nd horses learn to talk; When Alcatraz, a dumpling, floats, And mice wear big pollcemen” When the Park lake When all the o n tur When small boys love to go to When fi are built to keep us ¢ When When boats run ypside dc sunburn makes the dollfe & ne t teachers all the tim hocolate creams e browng wsed; n pleased; ‘stead of fall hickens grow red, white and t's a candy stick to lek; lamppe child is free And trees be: When fire en. And kittens' When the k—just ¢ And life | 'park holid: Then we'll not care—oh, no, Whether the r sticky popeorn balls; mp milk and honey used for money; ly play we'll not, keeps not! LITTLE JOHNNY'S PICTURE. BY JANIE REBECCA WARD. OHNNY was not quite five years old when his mamma said to him one morning: “My dear, if you will be a good boy all the forenoon and do not disturb me while I am at work you may go over to Aunt Jane's after dinner and have your pic- ture taken.” Aunt Jane was a photo- grapher, and Jehnny knew what that meant. > thought it over and after awhile “Mamma, may I have it n just as I want it? I mean, may 1 stand just as I ple s ald mamma. just as you lik “I am afrai( auntie will not ou may stand * said Johnny, “that want me to do that.” PUZZLE—FIND TH.F. MAN'S BROTHER. Harry Ostend turned his horse and was off in a whirlwind of dust. A price upon their lives! Both boys ght of this at once ‘With one im- they turned and grasped hands. e said Binnie, “that we al vengeance are marked for the es gets one he will of Blan But if he have to fight us both. “That he wiil,” responded Ned, earn- w t be off, for the ride fast and do not spare Hardly had the lads disappeared around a bend in the trail when Ramoen R e who had been se- cretly 1i ning to all that had been safd and who had pald especial atten- tion to Harry Ostend, slipped from be- hind a clump of bushes and plodded along, on foot, in the direction taken by Mr. Ostend. Ramirez had been considered to be one of the-trustiest of the Cuban pa- triots. His act in this instance were certainly suspicious. Was he a Span- ish spy? In the gathering dusk of ear! 1y even- ing the Cuban mountaineers met at the rendezvous—the cabin of Julia. Pick- ets were posted, for the Spanish w to be more active than usual. The young and the old men came to the meeting place from all the sur- rounding countr: Binnie had no dif- ficulty in securing a company of vol- unteers to follow the Spanish troopers. Rinnie judged that the time had now arrived for the general uprising of the mountaipeers, and on the edge of start- perilous adventure he dis- sed the hiding place of the arms. So midnight the Cubans were on Know: They then agreed that mamma should write a note telling Aunt Jane to allow him to take whatever position he de- sired. Everybody laughed when they saw the picture. I do not believe you could guess how Johnny had his picture taken. He just stood straight up with his back to the camer There was the picture, but no one could tell whether it was Johnny or some other little boy. He said he could see his face in a looking glass, and he had often wondered how he looked when he turned his back. It was a long time before this little boy heard the last of his queer picture. It was shown to so many people that he finally said: “Mamma, suppose we hide that back picture?” - He then put it where it could not easily be found, but did not destroy it. WHERE THE BIRD WAS. The other day a young woman was rambling along over one of the Berkeley roads. She was dressed smartly, she thought, and when she met a small bare-legged urchin carrying a bird’'s nest with eggs in it she did not hesitate to stop him. “You are a wicked boy,” she said. “How could you rob that nest? No doubt the noor moti.er is now grieving for the loss of her eggs.” “Oh, she don’t care,” replied the urchin, edg- in% away; “she’s up on your hat.” At Teacher—Thomas, illustrate the use of the word “dozen.” Thomas—Mary dozen like school. Teacher—Mary, correct him. Mary—I dozen, Tom don't.—Harper's Round Table. 81 il S TORY OF LADY LOREA BY LOUISA GUNNIP. NCE, long ago, in England, there lived a beautiful little girl 5 years old. Her large brown eyes, her golden curls falling around her pretty face, and a mouth shaped like cupid’s bow, that when she laughed showed a row of pearl-like teeth, made the beautiful picture of our little hero- ine. Her father was the Earl of Woodrift Castle. One look from his honest blue eyes would make one love him. Mer mother was also noble and harndsome, time and was often found alone crying bitterly. One day a short time after the death of Leone Lorea and her father went for a carriage ride. When they returned they had tea together, then her father went out for a stroll. Soon after news came that the Earl had been shot by some one with whom he had beeh deal- ing in political affairs and against whom he had won, and therefore there had been ill feeling between them and through it the Earl lost his life. -— PUZZLE—FIND THE and when I have described her daugh- ter I have also described her, they were 8o much alike in every way, and both of the same loving disposition ‘When the little girl was about one year old the Earl lost his beautiful young wife. When Lady Lorea’s mother died she left no relations except the hus- band and child. The Earl also had no relatives left except his little daugh- ter. Lorea would often climb on her father’s knee and ask about her mother and wonder when she would meet her in heaven, and cften she would cry bit- terly when she would see other little children clinging to their mothers and think she had none to cling to. Lorea had very queer ways, and would often cheer her father when he was sad with her odd little sayings. One day, while in the garden playing on the lawn, she saw on the street a ragged little girl of her own age crying bitteriy. Lady Lorea ran to her side and asked the reason of her sorrow. The littie girl was so much surprised to hear one dressed so nicely speak to her that she did not answer. Lorea again asked her why she was crying, and the little girl said that she had been without food for a whole day and was crying with hunger. The tender-hearted little Lorea was much touched by her story and told her to come in and she would be taken care of. She ran to her father with the Jit- tle stranger. When she was passing through the halls some of the servants would step aside, for fear that their garments might touch those of the rag- ged little urchin. Others said that Lady Lorea was disgraceful to bring such a child into the house, and some others gald that the BEarl would be angry. Lorea did not mind them. Her heart was too full of good works. She knew too well her father’s kind heart to think that he would disappoint her. As she hurried through the grand halis the other child seemed much frightened with all the wonderful things, as they seemed to her. At last they arrived at the door of the li- brary, where her father sat, sad and melancholy. When he saw Lorea he ran to her and kissed her; but what was his surprise when he saw standing by her the little beggar child. What a beautiful picture it made. He asked Lorea what it meant, and she begged that the little stranger might be al- lowed to remain. Her father said: “Another of your queer thoughts; but, however, if it is the wish of my dar- ling, it shall be granted.” Orders were given to the servants to clean the little girl and feed her. After she was clean she and Lorea ran into the garden to play. Lorea asked her name, and she said it was Leone. She was quite a pretty child. When she first came her eyes were wild and hungry-looking, but after a while they lost their wild look and became gentle and mild. She had soft, black, curly hair and a beautiful complexion. At first she was very timid and almost afraid to speak, but very soon she got used to the place and was not so timid. She had a very sweet disposition and soon made every one love her. Larea and Leone ran into the garden every day to play. They learned to love each other very much and soon became very good companions. One day after about two years Leone caught a cold. No one noticed it at first, but after a while she became pale and thin. The doctor was called and he said she had quick consumption. Lorea was very sad because her play- mate and sister, as she called her, was failing so fast. She remained by her side all the time. At last one day she died. Lorea was very sad for a long MAN'S WIFE He was brought home dying and the minute he got into the house he called for his little daughter. She ran to him, threw her arms around his neck and cried. The Earl was asked to make his will and here Is the way he did it. He left all he had to a friend, whom he trusted, until Lorea was eighteen. This friend was to take care of Lorea until that time. After this he called his little girl to his side and told her to always be kind and true, Lorea’s guardian had a beautiful 1it- tle boy, beautiful in face, but not in actions. He became jealous of Lorea and would run to his mother and tell her tales about the little girl. His mother was of course foolish enough to believe everything he told her. She soon began to have a hatred for Lorea and did everything to make things dis- agreeable for her. Lorea had no friends to help her, no matter what happened. The woman knew that and for this rea- son she was not afraild to do whatever she wanted to with the little orphan. She soon took away all her grand clothes and instead of having malds to wait on her she had to do all the work herself and even wait on others. She became so disheartened that she re- solved to run away. Sald she, “If I must work and be a servant I'll do !t where I will be thanked for it and at least be content and happy.” Lorea worked and earned an honest living. She fell in love with a young man and he loved her. He was not rich. He was a soldier and had just enough to ilve on and that was all. They were married. A war broke out and the soldier was forced to go to war. One day she was just preparing to go for a walk and the postman brought a letter to her. What was her surprise when on opening it she found that it was her guardian who had written it to her, begging her to come back again While she was still beautiful she no longer had on her cheeks the flush of youth. Her guardian restored to her the fortune which was hers. Soon after her husband returned fronf the war and they lived happily ever after. inmm i THE PUZZLE PICTURES. HE puzzle pictures are from the Baltimore American. Theyarein- genious and not hard to makeout when you know how. The three given this morning are solved in different ways. Any child who fails to see the “man’s brother” or the “man’s wife”can learn the location of the miss- ing persons by sending in a query to this department. But do not give up the hunt too readily. THE SHEPHERD BOY, BY VERA CHISHOLM. On the mossy hillside Where the tiny bluebells peep A pretty little shepherd boy Lies dreaming, in his sleep; ‘While his sheep are running round him The sun sinks in the West And every little bee and bird Has homeward gone to rest. That's nothing for the shepherd boy— His home is on the hill— He slumbers softly to the sound Of the wheel that turns the mill, The liftle gentle shepherd boy Is king of this demesne; His subjeets are the snowy sheep, His throne the hillside green. Sleep, thou, my tired shthard boy, Amongst the grasses tall— Sleep while thy hearf is full of joy— Sleep while the dewdrops fall; The Shepherd of the beavenly sheep Will o’er you faithful vigils keep. THE PHILIPPINE MONKEYS AND THE BUMPKINS HAVE A VERY EXCITING BATTLE ON COCOANUT-MILK HILL.