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jeorge
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Washington’s Connection With Three Virg'inia
Churches tShows Devout Character
_eorge washin g ton
B G loved is home life, and at j
Mount Vernon he was ever I
at his happiest and best, j
He took active part in ali (
affairs of the life about
him and performed his du
ties as a private citizen
with the zest and ability
lie displayed in large mat
ters of either an official or
Three churches in Vir
ginia hold proud claim to
close connection with
Washington, and he held the po
of vestryman in each. One of these
v ist church, Alexandria, another the
‘church in the town of that name
irfax county, Virginia, and the
c the Mount Vernon parish church.
Christ Church, Alexandria
jil Pohick church from a stream
jflows in its ncigliboihood.
last named was the home church
• ashington, and that to which he
‘nost closely allied, having served as
at and vestryman in it for over
,y years and during that time con-
wart English custom of regular attend
ance at public worship. An Englishman
i visiting one of these “barons of the Po
tomac" in colonial days, gives in his
diary a picturesque description of at
tending service at Pohick. He says:
“The ladies drove to church in coaches
and four, with liveried footmen and out
riders. and the gentlemen went on horse
back." The gay dresses and liveries and
loud vociferations of the gentlemen call
ing to their negro laqueys reminded hint
The Pohick Church, as it is today
uting generously to its support. Of | more of a meet of a fox hunt than of a
•ist church he wus a frequent attend-
. as business often called him to
xandria, his postoffice, voting and
rket pi ice, for considerable periods,
I e;peciallv so after the revolution,
n Pohick church, which suffered se
edy from the misfortunes of war, was
luontly closed. With the Falls church
had much slighter connection, but
t he was interested in its construc-
n and acted as one of its vestrymen
records show.
Pohick Church
'ohiek church is situated in Fairfax
.tnty, Virginia, 3 miles from the Po
rtae river and 6 miles below Mount
rnon. In Washington's day it was
v center of an extensive neighborhood
'led by wealthy planters, whose broad
res separated them widely from each
er, and who therefore thought little
a drive of half a dozen miles, more
less, to church, for in that day the
l Virginia families retained their etal-
gathering of a church congregation. He
adds, however, that quiet and reverence
were observed within the church walls.
Pohick church was built in 1772 after
plans made by Washington, its construc
tion being carried on under the direction
of a committee of which he was chair
man, and George Mason, of Gunston
Hall, author of the Virginia bill of rights,
and George William Fairfax, were mem
bers.
Pohick is a large, almost square, plain
structure of red brick, relieved by steps,
door and window facings and simple ex
terior ornamentation of gray standstono.
Its main entrance, dignified by two large
doorways, is on the west side; another
doorway, which on General Washington's
plan was termed the front door, is on the
south side. On the north the monotonous
expanse of 'wall is relieved by a luxu
riant growth of ivy that almost covers
It and has crept with the years well round
the corners and now beautifies both east
and west ends.
George Washington also designed the
inner arrangement of the church, and
the plan in his own handwriting is among
the treasured archives at
Church Mount Vernon. By it we
Interior see that no space what-
Which ever was given to vesti-
Washing- bale or robing room, such
ton D«» conveniences in those
signed days evidently being con
sidered superfluous. The high wine-glass
pulpit stood in the center of the north
wall, the communion table at the east
end, while opposite to it. between the
two west doors, stood the substantial
font of native gray grange that is today
in use in the sacred edifice.
Tills plan shows also the assignment
of the i>ews. and we note the class lines
wnieh in those colonial days marked dis
tinctions in church as well as in society.
The church was evidently divided into
two sections, a broad aisle running front
the front door to the pulpit, marking the
division between upper and lower class.
The two center front seats were allotted
to George Washington and George Wil
liam Fairfax; those immediately behind
to Lund Washington and Alexander Hen
derson, respectively. Two side pews
against the south wall were assigned to
the extensive family of George Mason,
on the other side to those of Captain
Daniel McCarthy and Martin Cockburn.
Within these exclusive precincts were
the various seats allotted to the rector's
family, vestrymen and merchants, magis
trates and strangers.
Beyond the tTocial divirion the seats
were at once disposed of to, on one side,
“the most respectable inhabitants and
housekeepers," and on the other, to the
“wives of the most respectable inhab
itants.”
The church must have been handsomely
equipped in its day, for we read from the
old records that George W. Washington
supplied the gold leaf for the interior
decoration, and sent to England for on
appropriate s< t of books in blue and gold
for the use of the church. The massive
communion service, from which George
Washington knelt to receive the sacra
ments of the church, today in existence
and restored to use in the church, bears
witness to the richness of the original ap
pointments of Pohica.
Rev. Lee Massey was the first rector
appointed to the church, and he served
it long and faithfully, but quaint “Par
son” Weems, the author of that unique
life of George Washington, frequently
officiated here.
The building stands as stanch and firm
on its foundation ns on the day it was
erected, having withstood the storm and
stress of a century and a quarter's wear
and tear, as well as the devastation caus
ed by its use and abuse by the passing
armies of two wars, for it stood on the
forks of an important highway in both
Ihe revolutionary and civil wars, and
served rs a most convenient picket shel
ter for both men and beast.
The wealth of the Pohic.k neighbor
hood departed long ago, and it is now
settled by a race of harfly farmers who
garner a more or lesg scant subsistence
■ from the now exhausted soil. They have
done their best to uphold Ihe traditions
of the historic church by keeping its
doors open. Patriotic outsiders, and Mrs.
Hearst is one of these, have done a good
part in the matter of repair and renova
tion, and devoted and scholarly pastors
have done a noble and self-sacrificing
work in sustaining the services of Gen
eral Washington's' parish church. Now
the Daughters of the American Revolu-
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The Falls Church (taken during the civil war)
tion have taken in hand the largest effort
of all in connection with it. Their worthy
object is to restore Pohick church to its
original condition in every 'feature as far
as possible, and are making every en
deavor in their power to effect this end.
The sum of $12,000 is required for the pur
pose, and of this amount they already
■have a fair proportion in hand. It is
greatly to be'hoped that'an early realiza
tion of this effort may be accomplished,
for no more patriotic object could be con
summated than tlm restoration of this
Mount Vernon parish church, whose walls
were raised to the glory of God, chiefly
through the instrumentality of George
Washington.
The Falls Church
The second church in Fairfax county
distinguished by connection with George
Washington was erected in 1773, immedi
ately after the Pohick church, and cost
J?Vto. It takes its name from the Little
Falls of the Potomac, though it is dis
tant from that point at least half a dozen
miles, and in its early days its name was
U>e Little Falls church. The contract for
the building was taken by James Wrenn,
whose payment was to lie either 32,000
pounds of tobacco, or its equivalent in
currency. Its general style and appear
ance is peculiarly that of Pohick. They
are of the same general proportions, the
thick, brick walls, arched upper windows,
the flat, pilastered door facings and point
ed frontals. It is almost beyond doubt
that Washington suggested its modeling
after the Pohick church. Only recently
the tree to which tradition says the
father of his country tied hts horse while
attending the Falls church was destroyed
by fire.
It was also furnished in 'the old style,
with box pews. high, wine glass pulpit,
and tablet on either side of its chaneel
containing the decalogue tnd Lord's
prayer in large letters. The floor was
laid in tiles undoubtedly imported from
England.
This church suffered, too. by the rav
ages of war and was used bin'll as hos
pital and stable during the civU war. It
has since been repaired and comfortably
furnished, though not restored W> its orig
inal style or degree of richne^. It is in
a. thriving condition, being the only Epis
copal church in the now considerable
town of Falls Church, which with the
growth of Washington city, and its con
nection thereto by electric and steam rail
ways has become a popular suburb of the
national capital.
The church is surrounded by beautiful
trees, one least of virgin growth, anil
stands amidst the tombs of a century’s
age.
Christ Church, Alexandria
Christ church, Alexandria, also claim
ing Washington as vestryman and ad
viser in construction, was, too. built, in
1773, and in many particulars is very sim
ilar to the other two with which it is
connected. Tt is the most fortunate of the
three in having retained many of the
original appointments. The square pew
on the left, occupied by George Washing
ton and his family, has been left undis
turbed to this day. The Bible on the lec
tern is that originally used in the church
and that on the pulpit is that used by
George Washington trt Mount Vernon. The
high pulpit is the same and the high
sounding board was reclaimed from des
uetude in an old lumber room and hung
over it. The original communion table
and font stand in the chancel,
the original chancel chairs are also in
use. The hanging chandeliers of brass
with crystal pendants, in which wax can
dles only are used, have also been re
stored to place and use. All woodwork,
pews, pulpit and walls are white, with
narrow bands of gold, according to the
original scheme of decoration.
Though a century and a quarter have
passed over the head of this quaint
church, it is yet the daily shrine of many
visitors to the old town of Alexander. Its
church yard is surrounded by a brick
wall, so built with iron railings between
its columns that its gravestones may be
seen from the street. Many who sleep
beneath the sod here were parishioners
of the church in Washington’s time.
In this church yard was the first public
meeting of the citizens of Alexandria to
proclaim their adherence to the cause of
independence, George Washington being
the chairman. At this meeting he parted
with his dear friends, the Fairfaxes, al
lied to them by ties of marriage and
friendship. Who could then have foreseen
the significance Of this meeting in the
churchyard of Christ church, Alexandria,
and the great drama to which it led?
T. F. McHUGH, ESQ.
Tacoma, Wash., Nov. 29, 1901.
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\l\dirOI\ Tales *•”&** By John Kendrick Bangs
‘Being the Remarkable cAd'bentures of a Boy ’with a Lively Imagination.
CHAPTER THREE
Off In the Clouds
OW the point to be decided,”
#aid the Lefthandiron, af
ter he and his companions
had been flying through
space for some time, “is
where we are going. There
are two or three things we
can do, and Tom can have
his choice as to which it
shall be.”
“Subject, of course, to
my- advice,” said the Right-
handiron with a bow to
Tom. “You can go where
u please if I please. See?”
Yes,” said Tom, “I see. 1 can have
way- as long as it is your way.”
Precisely.” said the Righthandiron
th an approving nod. “And as you may
ve heard precisely means exactly so.
■ u can have your way as long as it is
y way, which shows how generous I
n. Fond of my way as I am, I am
lling to divide It with you.”
All right,” returned Tom. “I’m very
uch obliged. What are the two things
p can do?”
Well," said the Lefthandiron, scrateh-
g his head softly, “we can fly up a
tie higher and sit down and watch the
rid go around; we can take the long
np, or we can visit Saturn.
•What was the first?” asked Tom.
To fly up a little higher, where we
a get a better view; to sit down there
,d watch the world go around. It is
l excellent way to travel. It's awfully
;y _in fact, it isn't you that travels
all. It's the world that does the trav-
ng, while all you've got to do is to
down there and keep an eye on it.
s like a big panorama, only it's real,
1 any time you see a place going by
it you think you’d like to see more
all you’ve got to do is to fly down
°re and see it.”
'When you set up higher and sit down,”
id Tom, “what do you sit on?”
"You sit on me and I sit on my hind
es, of course.” said Lefthandiron.
mn't you know anything?”
“Of course I do,” said Tom, indignant-
“I know lots of things.”
Then I can’t see why you nsk such
ly questions.” retorted the Lefthand-
m. “What do we sit on? Why, you
ght just as well ask a dog what he
irks with, or a lion what he eats his
eakfast with—and that would be as
ipid as the Poker's poem on Sand-
iches.”
“Did the Poker write a poem on Sand-
>hes?” asked' Tom.
“Eight of ’em,” returned the lefthand-
m. “The first of them went this way;
“He sat upon a lofty hill.
And smoked hi» penny pipe.
•Ha!’ quoth-a passing whippowil,
‘The oranges are ripe.’
“The other seven went like this,”
rved the Righthandiron:
ob-
“The day was over, and the six-
Teen little darkies then
Found they were in a dreadful fix.
Like several other men.”
“There isn't anything about Sandwiches
in those poems," said Tom with a look of
perplexity on his face.
“No. That's where the stupidity of it
comes in. Tie wrote those poems and
called ’em all Sandwiches just to be
stupid, and it was stupid.”
“Rut what did he want to be stupid
for?" asked Tom.
“Just his vanity, that’s all.” said the
Righthandiron. “The Poker is a very
vain person. He thinks he is superior to
everybody else in everything. If you say
to him. ‘the gas fixture is bright tonight.’
he'll say, 'Oh, yes—but I'm brighter.’
Somebody told him once that the kindling
wood that started the fires was stupid,
and he wouldn't even stop his bragging
then. ‘Oh, yes,’ he said, ‘hut I'm a great
dealt^ stupider thnn the kindling wood,
and I'll prove it.’ So he sat down and
wrote those verses and called 'em all
Sandwiches, and everybody agreed that
he was the stupidist person going."
“You only told me two of ’em,” said
Tom.
“No—the whole eight were there. To
make it more stupid the Poker said that
the first one was number five and the
second was the other seven.”
Tom smiled broadly at this and made
tip iiis mind to cultivate the acquaint
ance of the Poker. He was boy enough
to like stupidity of that sort because it
made -him laugh.
“I'd like to meet the Poker,” he said.
“He must be lots of fun."
“He is.” said the Lefthandiron. “Ten-
acre lots of fun. You'll meet him soon
enough because we shall join him shortly.
AVe never go off on any of our trips with
out him. He is a great help sometimes
when we get into trouble just because he
has so many sides. If we fall into a
pit through some misstep the Poker
comes along and pries us out of it. If we
fall into the hands of some horrible
creature that wants to hurt us, the Poker
talks to that creature as stupid as he
knows how, which makes the other so
drowsy that he can't possibly keep awake,
and then, of course, we escape.”
“There he is now," cried the Righthand
iron. putting his right forepaw up to his
ear and listening attentively. 1 can hear
him singing, can't you?"
The Lefthandiron stopped short and
Tom strained his ears to hear the Poker's
song. For a moment he could hear noth
ing, but then a slight buzzing sound like
the hum of a bee, came to his ears and
in another minute he could distinguish the
words of the song. It was a song that the
Poker who was singing was one of those
favored beings who are satisfied with
what the world has given them—as you
will see for yourself when you hear It.
These are the words as they came to
Tom's ears, sung to a. soft litt’« air which
the Poker made up as he went along,
thereby showing that he was a musician
as well as a Poker:
“Oh, I am a Poker bold and free.
And I poke the livelong day.
I love the land and I hate the sea.
But the sky and the clouds are there for
me.
“I dote on the Milky Way.
The clouds are as soft as a fleecy rug.
And as cool as cool can be.
The skies fit my figure snug,
And they make me feel so blithe and
snug
That 1 am glad Fate made me Me,
Oh Me!
Ah Me!
’Tis a lovely fate
And a mission great.
To be \
Like me.
And to love the skies.
And the clouds to prize.
And to hate the turbulent sea.
He—he—
So 1 lift my voice
And I loud rejoice
That the Fates have made me Me.”
“Hullo!” cried the Righthandiron.
“Halloa!”
“That's not m.v name,” came the voice
of the Poker from behind a cloud just
above Tom's head. “But T know who you
mean, so I answer Halloa yourself.”
“Where are you?" cried Lefty.
“Here." called the Poker.
“No. you're not." called Righty. “You’re
there. We are here.”
“Well, that's neither here nor there,”
retorted the Poker, poking his head out
through the cloud. “Hullo! Who have
you got there? That Isn't Tom. 1s it?”
“No—it's Sleepyhead D. Dormouse,”
laughed Lefty.
“Good.” said the Poker, advancing and
shaking Tom by the hand: “I was afraid
it was Tom. Not that T dislike Tom. for
I don't. I think he is one of the nicest
boys T know—but he weighs a good 57
pounds, and so far we haven't been able
to get a cloud strong enough to
support more than 56. If Tom were to
come up here and sit on a cloud he'd
fall through, and if he fell through you
know what would happen.”
“No, I don’t,” said Tom. to whom the
Poker’s remarks were addressed. What
would happen?”
“Well, in the first place. It would spoil
the cloud, and in the second place, if he
tumbled Into the sea he'd have to swim
ashore.” said the Poker sagely. “That's
why I am glad you're young Mr. Dor
mouse, and not Tom. Dormice can sit on
the flimsiest clouds we have and not break
through.”
“What is a Dormouse \nyhow?” asked
Tom, to whom it now occurred for the
first time that he had never seen a Dor
mouse.
“Ho!” jeered Righty. as Tom asked the
question. “The idea of not knowing what
a Dormouse is!”
“He’s a mouse with a door to him, of
course,” said Lefty.
“Which ho keeps closed,” sajd the
Poker, “so that he will not be disturbed
while he is asleep.”
Tom tried to imagine what a creature
of that sort looked like, but he found it
difficult. Not liking to appear stupid he
accepted the explanation.
“Oh!” he said, “it must be a very pretty
animal.”
“Oh, yes,” said the Poker. “But he
isn’t as pretty as I can he when l try.
My, how- pretty I can be—but say, An
dies. where are we bound this trip?”
“We've left that to Sleepyhead to de
cide.” said Lefty.
“In the usual way, of course?” queried
the Poker.
“Oh, yes. He can’t decide exce.pt as we
want him to and have it go as a real
decision. We've given him his choice of
watching the world go round, going to
Saturn or taking the long jump.”
“And which will it be, Dormy?” asked
the Poker.
“I sort of think I'd like to sit up here
and watch the world go round,” said
Tom.
“Nope.” said Righty.
“Then let's go to Saturn,’* suggested
Tom.
“Oh, no,” said Righty. “Not that.”
“Then there’s only one thing left,” said
Tom with a sigh, “and that's the long
jump—whatever that is.”
Tom's three companions roared with
laughter.
“Absurd!” cried Righty. “The Idea.
The long jump the oniy thing left! Ha-
Ha-Ha !”
“Perfect nonsense.” laughed Lefty. “I
never thought Dozy Pate could be so
dull.”
"Well, he isn't anything as dull as I
can be when I try,” said the. Poker. “He's
pretty dull, though.”
I don t see where the joke comes in.”
snapped Tom. who did not at all like tiie
way the Andirons and the Poker were
behaving. “If there are only three things
we can do and you won't do two of them
there's only one left.”
“Ha-ha-ha!” roared Lefty.
“Poor dull Dormouse," said Righty with
a. smile that was half of mirth and half
sympathy.
ou are evidently a Dormouse with
very little education, Dormy,” said the
Poker. “If there are three apples on a
plate, one red, one green and one white,
nnd you are told to take your pick of the
lot there are four things you can do,
not three.”
“What are they?” asked Tom, meekly.
“You can take a r<?d one. a white one,
a green one, or all three. See?”
“Oh. yes,” said Tom, beginning to smile
again. “I see. You don’t want me to
choose watching the earth go round, or
going to Saturn, or taking the long jump,
but you do want me to choose all three.”
"Now you are talking sense,” said
Righty. “And sense is what we are after.”
That's it,” said the Poker. “Now
what do you choose. Dormy?”
“All three!” roared Tom.
“The Dormouse is getting his eyes
open.” said Lefty.
“Which is very proper." put in Righty,
“for there is a great deal for him to see.”
“Not so much as there is for me to
see," said the Poker. “My, what a lot
there is for me to see!”
“The first thing for us to do.” said
Lefty, paying no attention to the Poker’s
words, “is to get a good place for us to
sit. so that Sleepyhead can see the world.”
“There is no better place than this
cloud,” said the Poker. “I’ve sat here
many a time and studied China by the
hour.”
"It's a little too far away for Sleepy
head," said I>efty. “Dormv mustn't he
allowed to strain his eyes.”
“Never thought of that." said the Poker.
“Of course, t can see a great deal further
than he can. My, how far I can see!
What's the matter with our pushing the
cloud in a little nearer?”
“Nothing—if we can do it," said Righty.
“But can we?”
“We can ‘wink our eye and try,’ as the
poeL says,” returned the Poker. "Ever
heard that poem. Dormy?"
“No,” returned Tom. .“That is, not that
I know of. I've heard lots of poetry in
my life, but it goes in one ear and out of
the other.”
“You must have a queer head,” said the
Poker, peering into Tom's ear. "How a
poem poured into one ear can go out of
the other I can't understand. There
doesn't seem to be any opening there.”
“His head isn't solid like ours," said
Lefty. "It’s too bad to be afflicted the
way he is. He ought to do the way a
boy T knew once did. He suffered just
as Dormy does. You'd tell him a thing
In his left ear and the first thing you'd
know, hop! it would a!l come out of the
other ear and be lost. The poor fellow
was growing up to be
Couldn’t keep a thing i
one night I overheard
mother talking about i
an ignoramus,
his head, until
his father and
in the library.
The boy's father wanted to punish him
for not remembering what he learned at
school, when his mother said just what
Dormy here said, that everything went in
one ear and came out of the other. Then
they both looked sad, and the mother rub
bed her eyes until the tears' came. I
couldn’t stand that. If there's one thing
in the world 1 can't stand it's other peo
ple's sorrows. Mine don't amount to
much, but other people's do sometimes.
I felt so badly for the poor parents that
I racked and racked my brains trying to
think of some way to cure the boy. It
took me a week, but I got it at last and
the next time the boy's parents talked
about it I took the matter in hand. I
simply walked out of the fireplace where
I was and said: ‘I hope you will excuse
the interference of an Andiron, ma'am,
but I think your boy can be cured of >his
ear trouble.’ ‘Noble fellow.' said the
father, after he had got over his surprise
at my unusual behavior. ‘What do you
suggest?'
“ 'Put a cork in his other ear,’ said I.
“When you get up high aud sit do%>n/' said Tom, 4 ‘What do you sit on?' 4
O.
“And they did, and from that time on
the boy never lost a bit of information
any one gave him. He grew up to be a.
dreadfully wise man and when -he finally
died he was known as the human N. Cy-
cyclopedia.”
“That was a noble act of yours.” said
the Poker. “Did you have the idea pat
ented?"
“No." said the Andiron. “I wanted to,
but the patent rules require that a work
ing model should be sent with the request
for a patent for the patent office to keep,
which, of course, f couldn't do.”
“Why not?” asked Tom.
"I couldn’t get a boy who would con
sent to spend his life in the showcase. [
could get all the corks 1 wanted, but no
boy. and so I had to give it up,” replied
Lefty with a sigh. "I'd have been a rich
Andiron today if I could have had that
idea patented. 1 shouldn't be surprised if
I'd have had enough to have Righty and
the Poker and myself gold plated.”
“Oh. well, [ wouldn't feel badly about
that," said the Poker. “What's the use?
You're bright as any gold that ever
shined and you are quite as useful. Go'd
may be worth more than you arc. but
what of it? The people who bought you
are willing to change their gold for you,
so that really puts you ahead. As for
myself I wouldn't be gold if I could. Gold
Pokers arn't worth anything as Poker.-,
and what's more, if i were gold Tom's
father would lock me up in the safe every
night and then I couldn't travel about
the way r do.”
“Never thought of it in that light," said
Lefty. “I’m glad I'm brass, after all.”
“But you were going to tei! us a poem,
weren't you?” asked Tom.
“Yes,” said the Poker. “It is a simple
little verse, but there is a good deal of fine
advise in it. All it says is:
“If you’re in douht if you can do
A thing some one has asked you to.
Don't sit you down and moan and cry
Because you can't, but wink your eve
And try.”
“There's good advice enough for a life
time in that, Dormy,” said the. Right
handiron. “And now let's see if we can
move the cloud."
The four little creatures set out at once
to push the cloud nearer to the earth so
that Tom could see the latter going
around more clearly, but their efforts
were in vain. The cloud wouldn’t budge
an inch.
"No use.” said the Poker, panting with
'his exertion. “There is only one thing
to do now and that is to send for the
Bellows. If he'll come and blow in his
usual style we’ll ha.ve that cloud where
tve want it in less than no time. I'd blow
it there myself, for 1 am a far better-
blower than the Bellows is—my how I
can blow! But I’m out of breath trying
to push the cloud.”
“I'll run back and get the Bellows," said
Lefty.
"And I'll go with you,” said Righty.
“He may not come for one, but I'm sure
he will for two.”
"All right," said the Poker. “Dormy
and I will wait here for you: and I'll teli
him a story while you're gone. How will
that suit you. Dormy?”
"First rate," said Tom, “I like stories.”
“We’ll be back soon,” said the Right
handiron. as he and the othgr started
back after the. Bellows. “So make your
story short.”
“Very good,” returned the Poker ami
ably. “I'll make it so short that Dormv
will hfirdly know that it was ever begun.”
And so Tom was left sitting on a big
cloud—way up in the sky with the Poker—
which was indeed a very novel position
for a small boy like -him to be in.
(To Be Continued.)