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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND. NEWS. SATURDAY, MAY 4, 1907.
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I DEPARTMENT DEVOTED SOLELY
i TO AFFAIRS OF LITTLE WOMEN
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Little Ludella s
Spool School
Ludella Smith was a dressmaker's
little girl. Her mama, her Aunt Jane
and her sister, Lillie May, were dress
makers. How much fun she must have
had, making dolls' dresses out of all
those pieces! Ah! but now comes the
sad thing. She hadn’t any dolls! Mama
always sent back the pieces anyway,
but.the rule was, "Anything smaller
than your hand, Dell," and Ludella did
wish her hund would grow faster.
Yet there were mountains of tiny bits
and one big boxful Ludella had stored
away under her bed, silk and satin,
velvet and BedforiLcord, ladles’ cloth
and cheviot, gingham and percale, rib
bon and lace. Under the bed was an
other box devoted to empty spools.
Every winter afternoon when she came
home from school. Ludella would say,
as she opened the door, "Any more
spools? Any more pieces?"
Then out would come those two
boxes and dressmaker number four
would set to' work as seriously as the
others. Did I say Ludella had-no dolls?
What is it she keeps, then, in box
number two? Dig spools, little spools!
Fat spools, thin spools! Spools all
waist, and spools with no waist at all!
All decked out In more colors than the
rainbow. ,, . . .
Their dresses are mostly skirt, but
all the easier to fit And what a va
riety of-skirts! Some hanging down
very full and limp, in gathers: some
stiff, in plaited kilt; some standing
straight out—Just like a morning glory
upside down: skirts with rultleB round
the bottom, and skirts with panels
down the sides. -
"Here," said Ludella gravely, one day
I listened while her sister was trying
on my new gown,' "here, children, dldn t
you hear the bell? School’s begun!
Order! I have the pleasure of Intro
ducing to you a new pupil—Laura Pen
elope Martlndale." ^
Here she pulled up a Jolly little twist
spool, with a flaunting pink silk skirt
of the upside-down, morning-glory
* h She placed Laura .Penelope at one
end of a row of spools, saying, "You II
have to begin at the foot of the class,
but if you study hard and improve, you
will soon lie at the head."
Then in a squeaky voice she made
Penelope say, “Don’t you have any boys
in this school?" and she answered.
“No! horrid rough things. We don t
^*Then e ?egan the spelling lesson.
"Grace Martha, spoil needle.
"N-e, nc, d-l-e, die, nedle.
"Next,” sternly.
“N-e, ne, d-e-i, del, nedel.
“Wrong. Next/*
"N-c-n, nea, d-l-e, die, neadle.
And »o, down the whole class, till
she came to the new pupil. N
e. nee. B*l-e, needle." i _ ,
"That’s right, Laura Penelope. You ve
studied your lessons. You may go to
th "Pcne!ope's Just come. I don’t see
when she studied It," I said, to tease
'''"She'probably paid attention to what
the teacher said in the last school she
was in,” she answered severely, and, do
you know, it seemed to me that all the
other little spools looked ashamed,—
Jessie McMillan Anderson, In -
Nicholas.
UNEXPECTED.
It was In a country school and two
bright little girls had been called up
to read their lesson from the reading
chart. They came to the word cheek,
and both spelled It. but neither could
pronounce it. The I'aoher, thinking to
help them along without
word, pointed to tho side of one little
girl's face and asked: What Is that.
The other little girl, moving elo«-r, to
get a better view, answered: Dirt.
DROP LETTER.
Are you good at puesslng conun-
drums, charades, pussies and the like?
Even If you are not, I ‘"J
think It great fun to try at them. Here
Is a drop letter puszle which you must
work at- The correct answer will bo
given In next Saturday’s issue:
Omit the second letter, I am a poet.
Omit the fourth letter. I am a globule.
Omit the fifth letter. I am an animal.
Omit the second and fourth letters, I
Am vIcIoub,
Omit the first and fifth letters, I am
an organ of tho human body.
Omit the third and, fourth letters, I
am a couch. : ,
Entire, I am seen on /the head of
man, but not on woman.
JUS7 A LETTER TO YOU
Dear Little Women: >
Wherever you may live, and whatever may be your work or play,
this page is for you. Let us call it our page, and let us each do some
thing to make It the best and brightest there is in all this country. If
you like to .write stories, suppose you send me one, copying It neatly, only
on one side of the paper, and addressing It, “Little Women," care The At
lanta Georgian,-Atlanta, Ga. Or If you'have written the composition that
took the prise or won honorable mention at school, I think lU-would be
very fine to send that Letters are always most Interesting, and by writ
ing one of'these you can let us know Just what you are doing at home
and at school. And very soon wo shall find that we have becomd the best
of friends, and that it Is great fun to know all about a person whom one
has qever seen, and that nothing reaches further than the dear love of
comrades.
, The story this week Is not a very long one, so there Is room for some
thing about the plants and flowers that are growing In the woods at tills
season of the year. Read about them,-and see how many of them you
know. Then, after you have thought about these timid, beautiful wild
things, perhaps you will read the poem, "The Fairy Flower." This tells
about the most beautiful flower of all, and one which, if you cultivate It
In your hearts and lives, will shed its fragrance In the hearts and lives of
all your friends. Your friend truly,
MARJORY DAW.
MARTHA WASHINGTON’S BIBLE.
Not one of the relics of the Wash
ington family Is more prlxed than the
Bible which belonged to Martha Dan-
dridge, later Martha Custls, later Mar
tha Washington. This Bible Is owned
by Martha Washington’s great-grand
daughter, Miss Mary Custlc Lee, a
daughter, Miss Mary Custls Lee, a
Confederate chieftain. The hook, a
small volume bound in leather, disap
peared from Arlington house during
the Civil War. It was returned to Miss
Lee a few years ago by G. W. Ken
drick, a collector of Philadelphia, Into
whose hands it came by accident. In
the Bible Is recorded the marriage of
Miss Martha to Mr. Custls nnd the
births of the Custls children, but the
marriage of the Widow Custls to Gen
eral Washington is not put down. Miss
Lee spends most of her time In Wash
ington city, and is often the guest of
Mrs. Arthur I-ec. daughter of ex-Sena-
tor Henry Qassaway Davis, of West
Virginia.
THIS CLOCK AIDS MEMORY.
Another wonderful clock has been
constructed in Genii a, Switzerland. It
Is intended as an aid to those who have
short memories. The main piece of
mechanism Is a phonograph. If a man
has to keep a business appointment at
12 o’clock tomorrow, he tells his pho
nograph clock all about It, and sets
the alarm Indicator for 11:30.
At that time on the morrow the
clock will utter its message of re
minder, giving him half an hour In
which to get ready. In case one wishes
to rise at a certain hour, all he has to
do is to Impress this fact on the pho
nograph the night before, and at the
appointed hour In the morning the
clock will tell him in sharp tones that
it is time to get up, no matter how
sleepy he is.
GIRL, AGED EIGHT,
CAPTURES BURGLAR
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL TEXT.
After little Catherine's return from
Sunday school each Sunday her mother
always asked the text of the day's les
son.
"And what did you study about to
day, Katherine?" she inquired one Sun
day. when the subject was "Paul and
Agrlppa.”
"Oh," replied Katherine with a sigh,
"it was all about poor Paul, and he hod
the grip.""'
THE FAIRY FLOWER.
Deep In the shadow of tho wood.
With sombre things around It,
The little fairy flower stood,
And a little maiden found it.
She found It on a dreary day,
When, for some.mournful reason
The blue sky seemed not blue, but gray.
And life a lonesome season.
But when she plucked It from the bed.
Where nothing matched Its whiteness,
The fairy blossom seemed to shed
A certain lovely brightness.
As though it hod some happy art
To reach the springs of gladness,
It comforted her heavy heart
And charmed away her sadness.
The little maiden cherished It,
And henceforth in her bosom
As something dear and delicate,
Sha hid the fairy blossom.
It never lost Its subtle charm
To overcome vexation,
And take the sting from every charm,
Because its name was Patience.
-MARY BRADLEY,
HILDEGARDE BERUTH.
This little New York girl proved her
self a real heroine By locking a burglar
in a closet and holding him there until
help arrived. She is only eight years
old.
MOTHER’S FOUR QUILT8.
Four quilts are ready to fold and
spread *
On Mother Earth's old trundle bed.
The first, a brown and white old thing,
She puts it on In early spring.
The summer One Is green and bright,
Witt} daisies nodding left and right.
And then, when winds begin to blow.
She spreads a red quilt on, you know.
And sews It thorough with yellow
thread, ,
And makes an autumn leaf bedspread.
And by and by, all in a night.
She'll spread her quilt of snowy white.
A Yachting Trip.
From Harper's Weekly.
Captain—Please, sir, your wife has
fallen overboard.
Owner—Confound It! Another of
those sinking spells of hers!
Glimpses Into
Plant World
We know that girls who live In the
country spend a great deal of time In
the woods, and that those who live In
the city think It great fun to go to the
parks and suburbs In search of wild
flowers. Therefore, the following lit
tle talk by Fanny Bergen, on the wild
flowers to be found in the woods In
spring, will Interest you all. See how
many of these flowers you know, and
look for those with which you are not
familiar:
"When I was a little girl,” says Miss
Bergen, “I hod so many happy hours
among the wild flowers! I did not al
ways know their names, but I knew
the little plant folk themselves, and
knew the very spot where I was to
look for this or that particular kind.
Prom the putting out of the soft, sil
very pussy-willow catkins, in the very
first days of Bprlng, to the plumes of
goldenrod and the modest asters of
early autumn, each week, and almost
each day, brought some new blossom
for which to search In woods or fields.
The spring beauty came early In the
spring. About the same time, in the
rich noil at the roots of old stumps, or
In fence corners, we might expect to
find clumps of the large, thick leaves
of the bloodroot unrolled enough to
show the pale stems, each crowned
with the white flower whose petals so
soon fall from the yellow center In a
snowy shower. Later, on the border of
the woods, the showy dogwoods hung
out their white or rose colored ban
ners. •
"Then, too, there were the little yel
low blossoms of spice-wood, set close
to the twigs, whose fragrant bark we
liked to eat. In a little glade, through
which flowed a brook, I remember there
came up. early in the season, a kind of
pretty fern. By the time the ferns
were unrolled, blue violets began to
open, and then came the spotted leaves
of the adder’s tongue. On a certain
hillside I was sure to And the first
hcpatlcas, some of a sea shell pink
anil others blue or purple. Then there
were the pepper root, the dainty bish
op’s cap, the lovely anemone, knqwn
with Us as the wind flower, the snowy
wake robin, and the wild pink gerani
um. The flower of the Indian turnip,
you know as ‘Jack In the Pulpit!’
"Among the commonest of our wild
flowers are two kinds of pink phlox
and 'Sweet William.' But It would
take too long to mention half the
plants, flowers and fruits that grow.
There are all sorts of lovely things,
velvety mosses, pale little ghosts of
plants named Indian pipes, bright ber
ries and shrubs. I was so happy In
their company that I wish you to en
joy every one of the growing things
which you meet.”
SYMPATHY THAT WENT. WRONG.
Not long ago a Log Angeles million
aire, whose kindly sympathy and gen
erous Impulses so predominate In his
nature that he gets his greatest pleas
ure from helping others, learned of the
death of the wife of his favorite bar
ber. Instinctively his first thought was
to extend his sympathy, and do It In
a practical way. So he promptly wrote
a letter of condolence to the afflicted
husband and Inclosed with It a check
for 1100, "tohelp meet the burden of ex
pense brought by the sod bereave
ment."
A day or two later he received the
check back, accompanied by a letter
from the barber which ran about as
follows:
'Dear : I have received your
kind letter of condolence, accompanied
by your cheek for 3100. I assure you
that I appreciate your sympathy, but
I must return your generous gift. The
fact la that the deceased was dtvoreed
from me several years ago. Since that
time I have been paying her alimony
at the rate of 300 a month. I feel there
fore that I can bear the financial bur
den brought by this act of Providence.
"Gratefully yours,
"BARBER."
A SMALL BOY’S INTERPRETATION.
Little Paul was four years old when
the Western city In which he lived was
swept one night by a terrible storm.
Wind, thunder and lightning played
havoc, and, while other members of the
family were huddled In dark corners,
Paul watched the Illumination of tho
sky with great delight. The next morn
ing at breakfast he asked hla father
what caused the streaks of fire across
the sky, nnd his father, with great
pains, essayed to explain. Paul lis
tened attentively nnd apparently of-
cepted what was told him,' but, when
he found attention diverted from him
self, he leaned over to his aunt, who
sat beside him and whispered:
It wasn’t that, auntie. It was God
scratching matches on the sky."—Chi
cago Tribune.