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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND. NEWS. SATURDAY, MAY 4, 1907. • 11 r.tx*x»xixtxixi:Mxixix)Xtx»xi:ixi:ixixixBtxixi:;xi:ixixroxf:i:txixixoxtxo:?XF:i:oxcf.txixix»TixiXF:XBXJXBfHxtx£F I DEPARTMENT DEVOTED SOLELY i TO AFFAIRS OF LITTLE WOMEN * iB>x^;ixixxixi:BxrexBRxr.i:ix)xtxixt:ixtxixixi:i:tXixixi-:M:ixtxi 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.