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OCTOBER, 1894.
No. 208 Quite-quit. (By Swamp An
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No. 209 (By (Edipus.)
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FASCIOLARIA
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No. 210 (By Nancy Lee.)
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Nd. 211. D.’-j-m. —(By G. Race.)
No. £l2. Morphine. (By Jo King.)
No. 213. (By Mystagogue;)
SEBASTIAN
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CELESTINE
LAMENTINS
RELICTING
LEVANTERS
MALANDERS
REM INDERS
DIRECTORS
N". 214. (By Granite Toser.)
GIRDLED
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RAPINES
DRIVERS
LINEAGE
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DESSERT
No. 215. Brandy-wine. (By Maude.)
No. 216 Charades. (By Aspiro.)
No. 217. (By Lou’se.)
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No. 218. Co-nun-drum. (By Canlus.)
No. 219. (By Thisbe.)
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No. 220. Aspirate, spirate, pirate, irate,
rate, ate. (By Mercedes.)
No. 221. (By Sparkle.)
FIREFLY
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For Woman’s Wokk.
Why the Sea Gull’s Breast is White.
IBy Mary Kennard.
(continued from last issue. )
OW could the Ice King reward the sailors?” cry the children,
| “what did he do?”
“Why, don’t you know,” said Butterfly, “that the Ice King
has power over the frozen fields and icebergs of the North? When
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the grim old monarch in his crystal palace clasped his little daughter to
his heart and heard who had been her rescuers, he shouted, “Good for
those brave men! They shall not be prisoners much longer, I will
send orders to the ice fields to break up and set them free!’’
How the sailors shouted with joy when the ice troop came back and
told them that they would soon be free.
Then, as the King’s son shouted his father's message there was a
great heaving and cracking of ice, the surging waters rushed up, and
the waves danced and played gayly around the long-imprisoned ship.
“But we can wait for Strong Wing, can we not?” pleaded Lucien,
“he will soon be here, and he will guide us to my brother. ’’
'‘Yes, we will wait for Strong Wing,’’ they all agreed, and in a few
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EN PASSANT.
Lovely woman of the court of the Lady
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her special issue, and the puzzleistic snares
laid by her fertile and ingenious brain are
surpassingly subtle.
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have trained their mental locomotors out
oi the blundering precipitate and impa
tient ways of the benighted remainder of
their kind, there is little danger that they
will trip and lai 1 grievously and despair
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Household Journal of Los Angeles just
two years ago. Upon the suspension of
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pertaining to its welfare. These kii d
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space, in awarding prizes, and in furnish
ing copies to all contributors.
The compositor and proof-reader, too,
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tractive manner, but we think there has
not been a typographical error during the
entire year, which is saying a great deal,
for no work required of printer or proof
reader, demands closer application than
puzzle-craft.
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by their sister workers, and find the repast
delectable.
Adelantk.
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WOMAN’S WORK.
days, the great dark bird, with his white breast glittering in the sun
light, was seen flying towards them.
How glad he was to see the ship dancing gayly in the water, and to
hear the strange tale of the Ice King’s power.
“We were only waiting for you to come, dear Strong Wing,’’ said
Lucien, “to start for home.’’
Home! The other sailors had their homes, but where was his, poor
boy? Can you not guess ?
That lonely Southern isle which he had never seen was now “the
dearest spot on earth” to him; was now the “home” to which he turn
ed his longing, loving heart.
“Strong Wing, you must guide us to Lucius as quickly as you can,
and we will take him with us. And I will never, never leave him any
more.” The very words that Lucius had uttered!
What a strange plant is the human heart, my children! The sweet
flower that it bears, called Love, will bloom in every clime.
lhe fragrant flowers and fruits of the Southern Isle could never grow
in the Arctic Land. The silver icicles and frost-flowers of the North
would shrink and instantly die away beneath the Southern sun; but
no frost could kill, no heat could wither the sweet flower of brotherly
love in the hearts of these two boys. It bloomed in Arctic snows and
tropic sunshine, made brighter and warmer by the repentance of the
two aching hearts.
Spread thy sails, fair ship! Break away from thy icy prison, and
speed thee quickly to the Southland, bearing thy rich cargo of oil,
and thy richer cargo of light hearts and happy faces homeward!
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Strain your eyes, Lucius! Strain your poor, tired eyes for the last
time (though you do not know it) as you stand beneath the spice tree,
shading your brow with a palm leaf, and gazing longingly towards the
North.
There he comes at last—the dark-winged, white-breasted bird for
whom you are looking. But what is that other thing for which you
are not looking—for which you had almost ceased to hope?
Can it be? Yes it is—a ship—a ship at last!
The boy’s heart beats high. Higher still will it beat when he
knows what precious freight the vessel holds.
Will they see him? Will they come to the island? Yes —the ship
seems to be following the bird. Is it following him? What ship can
it be? Perhaps—oh, perhaps it is the ship —the ship of all the world
to him!
He runs out on a little cape to its farthest point—he screams and
shouts and waves his hat! Who is that on deck, shouting and waving
back at him? It sounds like his own voice. It might be his own echo.
For the word they both cry is the same —“Brother! Brother! Brother.’’
********
“What did they do when they met?’’ asked Minna. “Did they hug
each other and laugh and cry and kiss and be so very happy?’’
“Yes —they did all that.’’
“And what did they say?’’
“Oh, no new thing. They repeated, over and over, the words that
each had said to himself when they were separated, “Oh, Brother, we
will never part again!”
“And did they ever part again?” asked Carl.
“And did they stay on the island, or travel around, or what did they
do?” said Minna.
“They travelled around a great deal, but always together.”
“And did they all get rich? And was there gold enough to make all
those nice sailors and the Captain rich, too?”
“Oh yes, there was plenty for everybody.”
“And the Sea Gull —what became of him? Was his breast always
white?”
“Well, he generally went around with the brothers, that is, unless
they travelled too far inland. Then he waited near the shore until
they came back. And his breast was always white.”
“And I know what the rest of it is,” said Minna, “all of his chil
dren and great grandchildren had white breasts, too, and so on.”
“There is one thing I can’t understand,” said Carl, thoughtfully;
“why didn’t the frost vest of the Sea Gull melt when he went into a
warm country?”
“Well, I can’t explain that,” answered Butterfly, “you see, I’m not
a scientist; I’m only a little light-headed animal who tells fairy tales.
I don’t pretend to understand the reason for everything. I’ll tell you
what you can do, though. Go ask your Uncle Calculus—he’s a scien
tist; his head is a great deal longer than mine, and holds much more
knowledge; and a different kind of knowledge, too —all of it is Rea
son and Facts.
“And he lives in a room full of books, with great 1-o-n-g words in
them,” added Minna, “and I expect he understands everything in
them. For he says he ‘never believes anything he cannot understand. ’
No use to ask him to explain your story. He would just say, ‘lt’s all
nonsense. I don’t believe a word of it.’”
“And I reckon he is wiser than you. Butterfly,” put in Carl, “for
he never tells us anything that he cannot ‘thoroughly explain.’ ”
“Then,” answered the Butterfly, standing on his dignity, and the
top of a tall weed, “suppose you get him to tell you stories instead of
me. He is so much wiser and”
“No —no —no —no —NO —NO!” shouted both of the children, jump
ing up in horror, “we don’t want his stories—we want yours!”
Don’t you think they were very inconsistent, dear little other chil
dren?
[the end.]
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