The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 30, 1898, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO COALL, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1898. 31 HIS MOTHER’S TRUE CHAMPION ARIE ALLEN KIMBALL, NELSON and the going on a trip up the river. to hunt and fish and cut on the porch get gether, when he he 1g from his sick with the or, trying to smtla and water t s and went out ame grunting up pointed as 1y, too, and the boys i to 2o now. something dreadful might have 1 at home? " he said to himself, *‘China- & sharp fight to see it through. nt through him but he held rigidly to his determination against thei appointment and pe most-sought-after He waited until they drove a went into the house, sitting in the hot kitchen holding her ‘you go to bed | GRANGER A L maoE 1 guess the men can stand my ng for onc Why, aren’t you going? No, I sent the boys on. 1 don’t mean to get you into such a fix as this and then go back on you,” said Dick, with- out revealing his other motive. “You are very good, Dick,” sald his mother, thankfully, “and 1 shall always remember it."” , it’s nothing,” replied the boy. ep off your headache.” a great time cooking that teakettle was dry and the before he knew it; but found already cooked he able sort of meal meat bur with what aged to get a pe y men. ing ready to wash the » Gow came in, exhaling a g odor of peppermint. The China- face was a sight to behold! One black and swollen to immense tions and his nose was skinned red where it had come in contact ick’s hard young knuckles. ), ’* said the bo: sit down y dinner. I , 1 didn’t use you up that bad. If we it was going to happen we could have bought some beefsteak of the butcher; it’s fine for a black eye.” Gow grunted out something, got the teapot and sat down at the end of the disorderly kitchen table. He watched the great boy wrestling with the dishes, looking out of his one open eye with malicious pleasure as he lelsurely drank his tea. Dick kept up one end of a brisk conversation, which was some- thing of a monologue, however, as he elicited only grunts from his auditor. At last Gow did unbend enough to change the meat from the pantry to the safe, muttering to Dick something about ‘“ants catch him, you put him there,” which the boy took as a pro- pitious omen. Then Gow shuffled out to his cabin. When Dick came hurrying in to start supper, having almost forgotten it in the excitement of a coon hunt in the big behind the barn, he found Gow building the fire. Meditation or Dick’s remark about the fresh meat had evi- dently had some effect on him. He sent the boy out, ing “Me fix him; you breakee too muchee dish.” When they were seated at the sup- per table the old Chinaman came holding his head on one side and drav ing down the lid of his black and swol- 1 >, said pathetically to Dick’'s Boss man, boss man; you look ur boy do.”" on, who had already heard why! you don't say so ard”—with pretended severi look out what you are about! Gow, you » you’ll have to be careful how you to Dick's mother!” “Me flaid to .stay; me have to go town.” “Well,” said the farmer, laughing, “I shall not take you until that eve gets well. Why, Gow, it would be a disgrace to the family!" The next morning Gow got breakfast and seemed to have thought better of his decision for he sald to Dick when he brought in the milk, “You takee litte cart; go catchee boys; catchee fish. Me all lite, me cook, take care 'you mudder, ebery ting.” —_ - OUR FUNNY BONES. “Mamma, has the captain’s boat got stems on it?” was asked by our six- year-old daughter. Before we could answer some one laughed so she -cor- rected herself and said, “T mean flag- poles!” She meant masts. A little girl who had a fondness for long words was one day plaving school with her dolis. She was speaking quite emphatically when her mother said: “My dear, do not speak so loud; it is better to speak gently.” “Yes, mamma, but you see I wish to make a deep indentation upon my schola % Little Nellfe, the 5-year-old daughter of a clergyman, had been listening at- tentively to a Bible story. “Now, Nel- lie,” asked her mamma, “can you tell me what we must do before we can expect our sins to be forgiven?”. “Course 1 can,” she replied; “we've got to sin first.” “When you go to heaven, grandma, will you play a harp?” "I suppose So, dear.” “Then why don’t you take. les- sons?” e B o A N - NARROW ESCAPE OF THE GRANGER WHO IS RESCUZD INV THE NICK OF TIME BY THE BUMPK»N). THE STOLEN CARMELITA BY ALICE D. JOHNSON, N a beautiful lived Ramona, & rich nobleman, and They were quite happy, but there was one thing lacking to them perfectly happy, Soon a beautiful little girl was born to them and now their happiness was The little girl, whom they named Carmelita, grew to beautiful every day. curly hair, and large black e gypsy - like father and mother were very proud of well might they be, for she had a very sunny and lovable disposi- She had black, little Carmelita was 6 years old she went one day to gather flow- ers infthe woods never came home again and every one sent soldiers out everywhere, but they didn’t get any Suddenly he thought of the woods and sent a band of soldiers there to lopk for her, but they couldn’t tidings of her. > EDITED BY aviD H: WALKER. T non’s mother took Carmelita in her arms and kissed her, saying: “Oh, my darling, lost child!” Carmelita looke mother and said ber, you are my mother “And I am your sister,” sald Mig- non. s, I remem- Then Carmelita said: *“Mother, he stole me while I was playing in the woods.” Whereupon the man answered, “I did not; if—' but he got no further, for Carmelita’s mother waved toward the house and a troop of soldiers came and put him in chains. The three walked home, and when Ramona saw them he looked at Car- melita a moment, then took her in his arms and sald: “My darling lost child!” FROM THE DARK INTO THE LIGHT BY AMMA, can I go over to Em- ily's Mary Coleman. “Have you sewed the button on vour coat and the string on your blue hat?”’ Mrs. Coleman asked, awhile at her house now?” asked little THE VICTORY OF BRAVE HOPF PART IIL HE Ogres did not underestimate the courage and cleverness of Hop-o'-My-Thumb. At the fn- stant that he blew the hunting horn that hung from his girdle the Ogres strode forward to meet the Knights. Some of the monsters ran forward to the place where the bridge had stood, for there was the only place where it was possible to ford the stream. Their purpose was to cut off the retreat of Hop-o'-My-Thumb and the Knights, who, they supposed, would now be so badly scared that a retreat would occur. Twang! Hop-o'-My-Thumb had speedily fixed an arrow of stout hickory on his bow string and had let fly. True and swiftly to its mark it sped. The point was tipped with the sharpest steel. The shaft was feathered from the plumage of the Jazzow, which makes its nest only in the craters of volcanoes, in the most distant lands of the world. The point pierced the eye of the foremost Ogre and he fell heav- ily as when, before the wrath of. the hurricane, down topples the pride and monarch of the mountain forest, and all the earth quakes. Down went the Ogre with a dreadful groan and was dead. Encouraged by this success the Knights, who were all expert archers, drew their bows and with the same kind of arrows, all of which had been provided by Hop-o0'- My-Thumb for the expedition, made the Iron Forest resound with twanging bowstrings and whistling arrows, and more than one Ogre bit the dust. In- deed, the monsters, although they were so huge, had little real courage. They had expected to crush Hop-o'-My- Thumb and his fifty Knights with ease. The prowess of their antagonists caused the Ogres to draw back, whereat the Knights raised a rousing cheer. That wa. mistaken cheer. Ma- linge, the Witeh, who had been slum- bering in her cave, heard the noise. Hastily issuing from her retreat she mounted a grizzly old winged nag, seized a two-pronged spear and flew to the scene of the combat, uttering shrieks of rage and wonder, The scene presented to her view increased her an- Zer. Some of her Ogres were cower- ing behind trees. Others stood aloof at a distance, uncertain what to do. “Cowards, coward: Witch; s it for this that I made the awful brew that called you into exist- ence? Is this the loyalty and valor you were to show by which the King- dom of the Prince to be latd waste and all the cities, casties and palaces, with the people, cattle and Erow- ing crops, W to be turned to ashes? Advance and seize these pigmies be- fore they lay other Ogres low! Is it CUT THIS PICTURE INTO THE SIX SQUARES BLOCKED OUT, AND CHANGE THEIR POSI- TIONS SO AS TO MAKE A SCHOOLTEACHER THRASHING THE UNRULY PUPIL. Ramona and his wife were so grieved over the loss of their child that they were {ll a long time. tle girl was born to were happy again, Soon another 1it- but not per- for how could they be when their darling Carmelita was lost? This little girl they named Mignon and she was fully as beautiful and lov- able-as Carmelita. often told her about Carmelita and she used to wonder if Carmelita was dead Of course they all believed she was dead. One day when little Mignon was years old she went into the woods to gather flowers. gathered flowers and sang and laughed till her mother called her to go home. On their way home they met some One of them was a beau- tiful girl about 13 years old, who looked tired and weary, but seemed happy to Mignon and her mother looked at the travelers, when Mignon that a beautiful Her mother thought so, too, and finally thought she would inquire who \ “I was_born here,” sald the girl, “and I have been living in France is Carmelita, fectly happy, Mignon's parents with her mother be in_Italy. “Mother, isn't looking at her little girl reproachfully. Mary blushed and hung her head. “No, mamma,” she said, “but please, can’t I sew them on to-night?” “To-night,” said her mother, “you have your lessons to study, and even it you hadn’t, Mary, you must learn to ‘never put off for to-morrow what can be done to-day.'” ““Well, 1 don’t believe any other little girl has to sew buttons on her dress and strings on her hat like I do,” Mary said as she settled down to work. “Why, Mary,” said Mrs. Coleman, “you scarcely have forgotten those poor little Jones children. Why, how glad they would be if instead of going to the factory every day they could stay at home and sew their clothes. And just look at poor little Helen Cary, who is blind.” “Oh, to be sure,” said Mary, bright- 1y, “and we haven't been to see her for nearly a week, mamma. Can we go to-day?” “I do not see anything to prevent our going after supper,” said Mrs. Coleman, “if you think you can get your lessons learned in time.” “I am nearly finished sewing, mamma, and then I will get my books to study right away,” Mary said as the coat and hat were finished and put in their proper place. After supper the carriage was called, and soon Mary and her mother were cn their way to Helen's house. Helen Cary was the only child of a widowed mother; she was born blind, and her mother was always sick, and had it not been for the kindness of Mrs. Cole- man and Mary the poor family would have had a miserable life. ~When Mrs. Coleman’s soft knock was heard at the door Mrs. Cary wouid feel as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “‘Helen, my dear,” said Mrs. Coleman, after she had stopped talking to Mrs. Cary, “1 have good news for you. My husband told me cf a doctor who can cure blind people, and if your moth is willing I will take you to him now. “Oh, Mrs. Coleman!” cried the poor girl. “How can I ever thank you enough?”’ Then, as she went In to- ward the bed, she said: “Mother, are you willing? Can I go?"” » “Yes, my child,” said Mrs. Cary; “but I am afraid he will charge a great deal.” “Do not worry about the bill, dear Mrs. Cary. I am fully able to pay the bill. Well, T will say good-by, as I see Helen is ready.” When they reached the doetor's house, Mrs. Coleman told him all she knew about Helen's eyes. After a great deal of pain Helen could see. She could hardly believe it. When she reached her neat little home she rushed up to her mother and gazed uvon her. “Oh, mother!” she cried, “I can see. I ought to be, oh, how thankful, to God and to kind Mrs. Coleman.” “Oh, mamma,” said Mary, while they were on their way home, “how glad I am we could do good to other people and make them happy.” Mrs. Coleman begged Mrs. Cary to let Helen study under the same teacher that Mary had. 8o at last she con- sented, and Mary and Helen grew to be fast friends, and Helen never forgot In any way how kind her mother had been to her. for such as you that I seized the Prince’s daughter and brought war upon us? Advance, I say!” You have already learned how the Seven League Boots came into the pos- session of Hop-o’-My-Thumb. - So- you will recollect that the boots made themselves large or small, according to the size of their wearers. Hop-0'-My- Thumb had on the Boots when he en- tered the Iron Forest and still wore them. He could easily have run away, but a clever thought came into his ac- tive brain. He had heard that whoso- ever, within the Iron Forest, dared the ‘Witch to personal combat could bid ~11 others in the For-<t to stand still, while he fought the Witch. Just as the Ogres once more hastened on to kill him and his comrades, Hop- 0o’-My-Thumb called aloud: - “Aroint thee, Witch! Thou and I will meet. If I fall, then you shall slay my Knpights. If thou shalt fall, then from the bewitched soil of the Iron Forest shail be torn the roots of these horrible trees; so, also, shall thy Ogres perish. Prepare!” Then, for the first time, the Witch was afraid. For it had been written in a great tome of brass that the Witch should be destroyed by a person no larger than a man's thumb. But she put spurs to her horse, which darted, as a vulture darts from the sky, to de- stroy Hop-o'-My-Thumb. In hér strong grasp the Witch held her two-pronged spear, and she made at Hop-o'-My- Thumb with deadly purpose and aim. ‘When she reached the spot where he had been standing he was miles away, he having made one stride with his Beven Learue Boots just in the nick of time to avoid being plerced. “Ah, ha; so that is it, my little man?” muttered the Witch spitefully as she wheeled her nag and again flew at him. Hop-0’-My-Thumb was chuckling at his cleverness when the winged nag avain swooped through the air. Again he dodged, and again and again, until the nag was tired and could fly no more, Then Hop-o'-My-Thumb be- came the attacker. When the Witch saw him coming she made a magic cir- cle around her, across which no human being could step. Within this ciccle she changed her shape to a mouse, to a snake and to a blg spider. Hop-o'- My-Thumb was not fooled, but knew her all the time and wouid not let her cross the line that surrounded the magic circle. His sword had been filled with magic, when he struck fire with it in the Iron Forest, although he did not know it. The Witch knew and {eared the sword. Finally she changed herself to a lioness. In this shape she foolishly ventured out to battle. On she came ferociously, but Hop-o’-My-Thumb stepped nimbly aside and struck her a blow with his magic sword, as she passed, and cut off her head with the blow, So that ended the Witch. ‘When she fell dead the spell over the Ogres was broken and the battle with the Knights was straightway renewed. Attacked from all sides, the Knights were in sore plight once more. There were so many Ogres that the Knights were kept dodging about until they were out of breath, and they wer~ not given a chance to use their bows and arrows. How the battle would have ended had not Hop-o'-My-Thumb been shricked the there, I cannot say; but I fear that the Knights would have been killed, one and all, and the Kinedom of the Prince would have been ruined. Hop-o’-My-Thumb drew off one of his Seven League Boots and touched it to the foot of an Ogre who had fallen in the fray, At once the boot became very large to fit the Ogre. Hop-0'- My-Thumb hacked the boot into one hundred fragments with his sword. To every Knight he gave two frag- ments. ‘When these were placed in the riding boots of the Knights their magic was sueh that all the riding boots speedily became Seven League Boots. Hop-0'-My-Thumb cut his re- maining boot into two pieces, and each piece became a whole Seven League Boot in a jiffy. » It was now easy for the Knights to get away from the Ogres, to whom an ) A THE SAD FATE OF A DOLLIE BY NELLIE TRIMBLE. Y father bought me a doll that would talk. What do you think? I had it out on the doorstep pleying with it, and talking to it, when along the street came a runaway horse. I jumped into the house pretty quickly and it was lucky that I did, for the horse ran close to the house, so close that he stepped upon my poor dolly and broke in her head. Well, Sarah and I—my real name is Mary Jane—cried, for we both loved that dolly, whose name was Beautiful. But Sarah’s papa came and told us to cheer up, for he would buy each of us a new doll. So we put on our best SAN CUT THIS IN SIX PARTS AND PUT TOGETHER SO AS TO FORM THIRTEEN STARS end would speedily have been made had not Hop-o'-My-Thumb prevented the Knights from using their bows and ar- rows. He had another plan in view. Mounting the Witch’s winged nag, which was now rested and yigorous, ha ordered the nag to fly to where the daughter of the Prince was held a pris- oner, and the Knights were command- ed to follow. The Seven League Boots enabled the Knights to keep up with the flying nag. They looked very brave and hapoy as they strode from mountain top to mountain top, leaped over rivers and stalked across deep canyons and wide valleys. By and by they saw a castle of pure gold glittering in the sunlight on a distant mountain top, and, as the nag fleg directly toward this castle they knew that their journey was nearly ended. The little Princess was indeed in the castle. The Knights cut off the heads of the lions that guarded the castle gates, all of whom were witches, and entered the room where were kept all the secret books of magic. In these books they found out how to make the Ogres obey them. At once the proper charm w set to working and the Ogres, knowing Hop-o'-My- Thumb now as their master, appeared at the castle gate. Hop-o’-My-Thumb, having found and released the little Princess from a dungeon, where she had cruelly been hung up by her hair by the Witch, ordered the Ogres to cut down the huge forest trees to make a level road. Then he caused the great chains to be fastened to the foundation of the Palace of Solid Gold, which, be- ing all in one piece, was easily moved by the combined strength of the Ogres, which was very great. The Ogres, having taken their places at the chains, were ordered to procead. They obeyed. The road was extended through the .Iron Forest and into the Kingdom of the Prince and along it the Palace of Solid Gold steadily moved. The Prince heard of these wonderful things from a trusty Knight whom Hop-o'-My-Thumb sent forward as a messenger, and he came out from his eity, attended by the Princess and all his court and thousands of Knights, to welcome his child and to honor Hop- o’-My-Thumb, who have ever since lived in the Palace of Solid Gold. The - Ogres are his servants. D.H. W. GRANDMA’S HOUSE. BY FLORENCE R. KENDERDINE. O you recollect thinking, when you were a boy, That visits to grandma’s held all the earth’s joy? hat the cookies which grew on her high pantry shelf Were just the right things for a small hungry elf? That the apples which fell on- the old orchard ground Could not be surpassed though you sought the world round? Did you ever go fishing with thread and bent pin, AXOng.’ the wee brook that minnows lived n Did you wade in the pond that was shal- low and clear, Or try to skate on it when winter was here? Then the snow, and the coasting, the long, merry ride— Ah! I can remember those visits with pride, i I have traveled, but elsewhere in lands have seen The sun shone less brightly, the fields looked less green. E’en the song of the birds seemed less cheery and sweet, And phnt‘u now in bloom in my garden so nea Are less beautiful fas than the daisies so tal That Q{rew by the side of the old orchard wall. Would that each change of season that visit could bring, For close to my heart the fond memeories cling of Ilbe old country homestead, and often Bee In fancy that picture so haj d free, And I Kms “l’i tread throgg t:e wle& city street To go as of yore to that peaceful retreat. dresses and went to the store, and there we saw such nice dolls. I picked out one and Sarah had one, and we took them home to be dressed. We do not play with our dolls on the street any more. ROBBIE DALE AT THE FAIR BY JANIE REBECCA WARD, NE bright morning Robbie Dale sat quietly on the doorstep. He was planning how to help his mother, who was poor and needed money very much. Baby Ruth had been sick and there were many bills to pay. “Oh, dear, I wish I could do something!” sighed Robbie, He sat thinking a while longer. Suddenly a bright idea came to him. “I'll ask mother!” he exclaimed. His mother was ironing in the kitchen, 3he looked greatly surprised when Robbie told her what he had been thinking about. His plan was to have a small stand at the fair, which was to be opened the next week. He thought he could sell lemonade and candy. Perhaps, too, sister Alice would make some ¢f her nice doughnuts and sandwiches for him. After a while Robbie obtained his mother’s consent to try his plan. He easily obtained permission to have a stand on the fair grounds. Everybody in the village who knew Robbie liked him very much. The falr wus to last only one day. Robbie could hardly wait for the time. But the day came at last—a bright, sunshiny morning. Robbie was at the fair grounds at an early hour, He care- fully arranged his stand—doughnuts and sandwiches #n one side and candy, glasses and lemonade on the’ other. Robbie prided himself on his lemonade. It must have been good, for his little stand was soon quite surrounded. It kept him very busy. Among the group around Robbie’s stand was old Jacob Green, who kept the village store. He had known Robbie’s father and was a great friend of the family. He saw how busy the little fellow was and he de- cided, to help him. RoBbie was glad of his assistance. Before night everything was sold. Rob- bie counted his money, finding he had made nearly $10. With a joyful heart he hurried home to his mother. “Will this help you, mother?” he cried, passing her the money. “Yes; very much,” answered his mother; “but it helps me a great deal more to know that I have such a good, thoughtful little son.” She clasped the boy to her breast, kissing him tenderly. And Robbie was quite contented. Many times after that he found ways of helping his mother. Acfaet ol i LITTLE NANCY. NE day little Nancy Wileox's mother went out and told Nancy to take care of the children and not to go out. As Nancy said yes, her mother knew she would keep her proniise, for Nancy was very hon- est. Nancy’s little friend, Dalsy Mait- land, came to see Nancy and help amuse the children. Before the children BALD-HEADED MAN. knew jt Mrs. Wilcox had come home and they could go out and piay by themselves. Nancy was very glad that she had not made any fuss about amus- ing the children, for the time had flown so quickly. After Daisy had gone home Nancy went in the house and was just going up to her own room when she heard her mother calling her and she went to see what she wanted. Her mother gave her a book that she had been wanting for a long time. telling her she had been a very good girl. —_————— —Hven the hairs of your MHttle head are numbered, Freddie. Freddie (pulling out a hair)~What num- ber is this?—Philadelphia North Ameri~ can,