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January 29, 1913 | T H B P
FBJTZI'B ALPS.
It was Saturday afternoon, and the Hager
children were thinking and talking of nothing
but to-morrow and the Children's Day in the
little one-room schoolhouse, thirty miles away.
They were going there because there was no
other place to go, and this was the first Sabbath
school and the first Children's Dav thev ever
knew in all their lives.
Little Susy had a Bible verse to recite, and
they all of them could sing, and there would be
lovely wild flowers and little bright flags and
pictures on the walls, and there was to be a
new cabinet organ. And a graphophone was
coming! It would tell Bible stories and talk
about them, and sing songs, and one was the
Glory Song, and it would ring church chimes
and play band music!
After that the children and all the people
would have a basket dinner together out under
the trees, and when you hardly ever saw
any children but your own brothers and sisters
this would seem quite wonderful, and
mother liked that part, too, and so did Adelaide,
the kind German "help," ?or they also were
lonesome to see some neighbors.
And mother had sent weeks ago to the nearest
city for bolts of crisp white lawns and linens
for the children and fresh pretty things
for herself and Adelaide, and then they had
puzzled a long time over the queer patterns,
and after that they stitched and stitched as
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.just in time for Adelaide to get them done up,
late Saturday afternoon, just before supper
time.
She piled them over her arm in great shining
white heaps, the hoys' shirtwaists and
white sailor trousers and the girls' petticoats
and frocks with all the fairy edgings and ruffles
and bows, and mother's fine lawn gown and
her own new things, and carried them into
the little sisters' bedroom and tossed them
lightly in great glistening billows upon the
two white beds. This was really the pleasantest
room in the old ranch house, so it seemed
natural to put them there. It had a low, whitewashed
ceiling, and the walls were papered
with clean newspapers, and there was a pretty
blue and white rug on the floor between the
two beds, and the little low window opened out
upon a bed of sweet peas and other fragrant
flowers.
Adelaide opened the window very wide, so
that the level sunshine could pour in over the
things till they were perfectly aired and ready
to wear. She stood for a minute looking back
at them with a contented smile?good, tired
Adelaide?then carefully closed the door and
went away to help Rosy cet supper.
. Everybody was trying so hard to be very
good and to help along. Even Jimmy Ilagcn,
who liked to lasso gophers in their holes and
all such things much better than doing "house
things," and was usually sulky if you said
"chores"?even Jimmy was out busily weeding
the flower bed under the window, getting
it ready for its good before-Sunday sprinkling.
Then he carried the water all himself and gave
the flowers a splendid "drink."
While Jimmv was the verv busiest, alone
came Fritzi, the tricksy little mountain kid
that one of the sheepherders had given the
children when it was a baby, and he jumped
straight in{o that smooth, wet flower bed and
he kicked up the ground and tore the strings
?f the sweet peas all into knotty tangles before
you could say "Jack "Robinson" or do a
ingle thing!
Jimmy just patiently drore him off and fastened
up the strings and smoothed the ground
aa well as he could and hurried away Ito his
next errand, and never once happened to think
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IhMt tricksy Fritzi would come back again!
But when Rosy opened the bedroom door
for her first peep at the lovely heaps of white
things all there together she saw?
Fritzi! Fritzi, fairly flying with his muddy
little hoofs from one bed to another?from the
middle of the great billowy white heaps on one
bed clear over to the billowy white heaps on
the other bed, never touching the floor till
sister found breath to scream! Then he jump
ed down, but jumped right up again, springing
clear across and across, just as he did hefore,
crumpling, smearing the poor white things
with mud, shaking his head, eyes sparkling with
glee, as if this were a glorious frolic in real
snow high up among the mountain peaks where
he was horn!
Rosy's screams soon brought Adelaide, and
then out flew that naughty Fritzi through the
window just where he had come in.
But, oh, that was a sorrowful time! Even
mother almost cried, and the children did cry
and father shook his head sadly and hardly
anybody could eat any supper, and all the
world seemed changed to something dreary and
dark. How could there be any Children's Day
now for them!
The hoys were so angry that they wanted
to "beat that bad Fritzi hard!"
But when Jimmy and Karl were hurrying
after him they found good Adelaide kneeling
beside him with her arms around his neck,
while Fritzi calmly nibbled a sweet cookie she
had given him.
"Fritzi, Liebling!" they heard her saying,
"bist du homesick for thy Alps? So Ioli!"
And there were tears rolling down Adelaide's
cneeK.
To the children she said, as she held out a
loving hand, ""Wait, Kinder! Not so did the
little Lord Jesns! It is so much better to be
loving, forgiving, as he is to us!"
"We'll forgive bad Fritzi for you, Adelaide,"
they said.
"But, no! Forgive him for you!" insisted
Adelaide.
"We'll try'" said the little boys, and they
ran away merrily, without ever touching
Frit2i.
The spoiled clothes were all out of sight
when bedtime came, and the tired children
soon went mournfully to sleep.
But what do you think? Long, long before
sunrise a strong sweet voice was singing, "Bin
feste Burg ist unser Gott'" and Adelaide's
rosy face soon appeared in the doorway as she
called, "Up Kinder! Look! All so beautiful!"
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flung the heaps of pretty new things, ready to
wear, all spotless and pure as white butterflies!
Almost all the night had Adelaide toiled
to make them beautiful as before while
every one else was asleep.
Breakfast was ready and father had brought
up the horses from the corral and he was busy
that minute hitching up to the big farm wagon,
though the great wide sage-brush prairie
still lay cool and dim.
"Oh, you good, good Adelaide!" the children
shouted, clapping their hands. But little
Susy threw her arms around Adelaide's
neck and said out load as fast as she could
speak:
"Ad'laidc, I've just got to say to you all
my lovely words out of my verse?Love, Joy,
Peace, Long-suf-r-ing. Gentleness, Meekness,
Temperance! Nothing else will 'sprcss it!"?
L\icia Chase Bell, in Presbyterian Banner.
Yon are not responsible for the disposition yon
were born with, but yon are responsible for the
one yon die with.?Babcock.
U T H ?r. (79) 7 !
WHY THE WIND BLOWS.
The wind, like other things of every-day
life, rarely invites notice unless it is unusually
"high," and rarely do we hear the questions,
"Why does the wind blow?" "Why doesn't
the wind blow?"
What is this wind that rushes "out of the
nowhere into the here?" Why should it blow
at all, or why sometimes so gently and at other
times with the resistless force of the hurricane
T
The wind could have no power, it could not
even exist, if the air had no weight, this
weight having been shown to be about thirtyone
grains for each one hundred cubic inches
of air. When air is put L- lotion, the effect
is like that obtained by thr^. ./ing a ball against
an object. The harder you throw the ball, the
harder it will strike, and the greater the number
of balls thrown at one time, thp erreat.er
will be the force of the blow. When the wind
is blowing, it strikes what it blows against,
and the harder it blows (that is, the greater
the speed of the air), the harder it will strike
against the resisting object.
What causes the wind to blow or why the air
should be in motion is not easy to explain.
Simply stated, it is caused by the tendency of
hot air to rise, and thus to form a partial
vacuum into which the cooler surrounding air
rushes, in much the same way as water will
rush downward to seek its level. If the earth
were smooth, if it did not rotate, and if there
were no sun, the air would be motionless. When
the sun shines on a wide space of the earth,
the air of that region becomes heated, this
great volume of warm air rises and the cooler,
heavier, surrounding air flows in to take its
place. As the earth rotates, there tends to be
formed a ring of heated and rising air with
currents inflowing at the bottom and at both
sides. This is the condition that prevails near
the equator, and causes the trade winds that
blow so steadily. The rotation of the earth
causes the wind south of the equator to flow
toward me normwest, and tliat north of this
line to flow toward the southwest.?"Nature
and Science," in St. Nicholas.
NEW WAY TO COAST.
"The ingenuity of the American boy is
shown in his ability to make things for himself,"
remarked an English visitor the other
day. "Passing down Lewis Avenue, in Brooklyn,
one Saturday afternoon, I saw a great
number of boys and erirls eniovinc themselves
roller skating, and among them I noticed one
boy in particular who was on ball-bearing
skates.
"He was carrying a hockey stick and on
the curve of the stick he had fastened a pair
of wheels off an old roller skate. Half way
up the stick he had fastened a short piece of
curtain pole, enough to form a seat.
"When he got to the top of the hill, he sat
on the hockey stick as if it were a hobby horse,
ana wnat with the wheels on his feet and the
wheels on the stick, he had the ride of his
life down the hills, and seemed to enjoy it
more than most persons do a motor ear."?
New York Sun.
In the very interesting list of new words which
new conditions, methods and activities have
given us, one that we shall all come in contact
wuii sooner or later, n it continues in use, is
"mortician." We see it every day on signs and
in advertisements. It is the euphemistic form of
the unhappy old word "undertaker." It's more
agreeable and more professional sound will probably
give it a permanent place in our vocabulary.