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THE RAIN RAINS EVERY DAY.
Said the robin to his mate
In the dripping orchard tree:
“Our dear nest will have to wait
Till the blue sky we can see.
Birds can neither work nor play,
For tho rain rains every day,
And th® rain rains all the day!” .
Said the violet to the leaf:
“I can scarcely ope my eye:
So. for fear I'll come to grief,
Close aloag the earth I lie. :
All we flowers for sunshine pray,
But the rain rains every day,
And the rain rains all the day!”
And the children, far and wide,
_They, too, wished away the rain;
All their sports were spoiled outside
By the “black glove” at the pane—
Very dull indoors to stay
While “the rain rains every day,
And the rain rains all the day!”
Up and down the murmurs run,
Shared by child and hird and flower.
Suddenly the golden sun
Dazzled through a clearing shower.
Then they all forgot to say
That “the -ain rains every day,
And the rain rains all the day!”
—Edith M. Thomas in St. Nicholas.
TOMMY TODD’S GHOST.
For the first time in the recollection
of Tommie Todd’s mother, Tommie
had gone to bed without her having
to tell him it was time to do so. Maybe
this unusuhl proceeding on Tommie’s
part had something to do with the re
markable experience that befell him
during the night.
At all events, Tommle, in telling the
story, said that he had fallen asleep
as soon as his head “struck the pil
low” and had slept the sound sleep of
the just until his slumbers were dis
turbed by a peculiar sensation, as if
someone were blowing an icy cold
breath on his face,
“l don’t want to give you the shiv
ers,” said a rough voice, “but I can’t
help it,” and, looking in the direction
from whence it came, Tommie saw a
sight that mnearly took his breath
away.
. Sitting on a chair with his legs
crossed was the queerest looking in
dividual that one would care to set
eyes on—only he couldn’t exactly be
called an individual, because he only
*seemed to be made of fog or some
thing very like it. ey
He had long, vapory whispers, big
gogle eyes, surmounted by great misty
bunches of eyebrows, long, vapory
hair hung down his back, and the rest
of him seemed to be mainly composed
of a huge hat of fog and a 2 vapory pair
of colossal boots.
“Now, don’t yell,” sald -this uncan
ny object. “It makes me tired to hear
people yell whenever they catch sight
of me. I haven’t the least desire to
harm anyone. - In fact, I’ve been try
ing for, years to meet someone who
would talk to me and not run away.”
“You’re a ghost, aren’t you?” asked
Tommie.
“That’s what I am,” replied the obs
ject. “In fact, I'm the only ghost that
is, or was, and I'm not glad of it. Peo- ‘
ple think there are lots of ghests, but
I'm the only one. Most of the ghost
gtories aren’t true, but when they are
true I'm the ghost that was seen.” |
“Most times around graveyards or
haunted houses?” Tommie ventured.
~ “Bosh,” said the ghost, “I never go
near graveyards or haunted ‘houses,
and there isn’t any such thing as a
haunted house, anyway. What I waat
is not to scare anyone, but to find
someone who can tell me how I can
quit being a ghost.”
“Can’t you get dead?’ asked Tom
l mie. ; .
| “No, I can’t; that’s the trouble. I
. want to get dead like other dead peo
! ple. You see, it’s this way: Before
I became a ghost I was a pirate, and
about as wicked a one as ever hap
pened. I was the terror of the Span
ish Main. Captain Kidd and old Mor
gan didn’t amount to shucks alongside
of me.when it came to pure cussed
ness. Well, to get down to the real
thing, they finally got me all right,
and, after finishing off my trusty buc
cancers and throwing them overboard
to the sharks, they slipped a noose
around my neck and hanged me up to
a yardarm of my own ship, and set her
! adrift to float where the wind and tide
) might take her. :
-~ “The ship drifted and drifted and
'soon I was nothing but gas, but my
gas didn’t float ofi“, I suppose because
[ it was intended that I should become
a miserable ghost to pay me up for my .
wickedness. Oh, me, oh, my. I wish
now I'd been good.
“Well, anyway, my clothes rotted
off, as did also the rope which held
'me ,and one day I fell on the deck
just a ghost. I couldn’t work the ship
because I was only gas, so it kept
drifting north and next thing it got
caught in the ice and was carried
clear up. to the north pole.”
! “What was it like?” inquired Tom
- mie.
’ “Why—and the ghost stroked his va
por whiskers with a misty hand—‘it
'was much like a big icicle upside
idown, only a hundred times bigger.
| Well, anyway, it was almighty cold up
there, I tell you. In less than a week
I was turned into liquid air. Yes, sir.
I'm the original liquid air. I'm 400
degrees below zero.” ;
“Is that why people always get a
chilly feeling just before they see ‘
you?”’ asked Tommie,
“That’s the identical reason.”
“Why didn’t you leave the boat be
fore you got froze?” inquired Tommie.
- “I couldn’'t. I can’t walk. I had to
wait for a good‘ wind and go with it.
It came finally, and I've been blown
.a good many places since, but ot
where I want to be blown. I was
blown in your wiadow and I've got to
wait until your door is opened so that
a,draught will blow me out again.”
“Oh,” said Tommie, “that’s why you
appear on windy, stormy nights.”
“You've struck it right.” !
“How do you keep on the ground?”’ |
“Because I'm colder than the wing ;
Hot air goes up, you kanow, and ¢sid |
air keeps down. It's a good thigg for |
me, too, I can tell you.” '
“Good for what? You ca®’t eat nor
do anything here, can you?”
“No, but supposing Id been blown
up on the moon. Itfs colder there
than I am, and I'd rfever get thawed |
out. You see, I've rhagn trying for‘
hundreds of years to get thawed out,
but I can’t do it. W;fxen a north wind
comes I go with it Boping to get away
down south wherejit’s blistering hot, |
‘but the north wind never keeps up
long enough and some other kind of
wind blows me off in another direc
tion. It never stays hot long enough
up here to do me any good. Can’t
you think of something that will help
me out? I just want to get dissipated
into nothing at ail and become dead.”
The ghost looked hopefully at Tom
mie, who sat silent, thinking hard.
“I've got it,”” he cried at last. “Get
vourself blown into a hot wvoleano.
Maybe that will melt yeu.”
“You're a genius,” exclaimed the
ghost. beaming with delight, “and to
think I never thought of that! It's
30 easy, too, to get biown into a vaol
cano because it must suck in the wind
between puffs. My, my, I'm going
right now, for I see Someone has
opened your door.” :
- And sure enough the door had
opened and in the doorway was Tom
mie’'s mother calling him that it was
time for him to get up and go to
school, but when Tommie looked
around for the ghost it was nowhere
to be seen.—J. A. Tello in The Atlan
ta Journal. :
THE HERMIT CRAB. |
The hermit crab is a funny feilow.
You may meet him if you go to the
scashore this Summer. One reason
that he appears to be so unsociable is
that he often has to live in a house
that is too small for ‘him. That’s worse
than having to wear shoes that are
too tight, and you know how uncom
fortable that is.
When the ‘*hermit crab cannot en
dure his cramped quarters any longer,
he looks about for new ones. He looks
first at one shell and then at another.
considering which will suit him best.
- Whaen he sees one he likes, he asks the
' occupant to get out, and if he refuses
! tie hermit crab attacks him, They
| fight, and whcever ,is the stronger
gets the shell house. When the her
- mit crab gets into a shell that suits
| his larger growth better than his old
l shell he-:stretches himself out to fill
the new house, whatever shape it may
bhe. His old shell he 12aves empty on
the beach.—Mirror and Farmer.
A PAPAGO GAME.
The boys of the Papago tribe in the
Southwest have a game which the fel
lows in Harvard and Yale would form
rules about, if they played it, until it
became very lively indeed. The:ze In
dian boys make dumbbells of woven
bickskin or -rawhide. They weave
them tight and stiff, and then soakj
them in a sort of red mud which sticks
like paint. They dry thém, and tuen
the queer toys are ready for use. To
play the game they mark off goals, one |
' for each band or “side” of players. The
object of each side is to send its
i dumb-bells over to the goal of the ene
' my, The dumb-bells are tossed wiih
l sticks that are thrust under them as
they lie on the ground, The perverso
f things will not go straight or far, and
'a rod is a pretty good throw for one.
' The sport quickly grows exciting, and
the players are soon battling in a heap
almost as if they were playing at foot
ball. v 1
—Julian Ralph’s “Fun Among the Red
Boys” in St. Nicholas. |
. He Had the Match All Righty 1
R o |
When traveling in Exgope Pierpontw
Morgan is the sowl of geniality. He
rather likes to“he approached by the
natives irr"an casy, offhand manner, "
andf’fifis rosponsiveness amounts to ae-
ATial affability. The other day a Ger
iman took a seat oppoazite his in a
' railway carriage and was much inter
ested in the big black $1 cigar the
'financier was smoking. ‘“Vould you !
mint gifing me one like dat?” he final- |
I ly asked. Although much astonishead |
at the bluntness of the request, Mor- |
' gan readily complied therewith. The |
German lighted the cigar, tcok a few ;
puffs, and, beaming with good nature,
‘said: “I vould nod had droubled you; |
but I had a match in mire poggid and
I did nod know vat to do mit him," -
Rochester Herald. l
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JOKER'S BUDGET.
Hurrah for the victor!
We cannot say now
Just who he will be—
‘ But hurrah anyhow.
1 : —~Washington Star, '
‘RELAEF IN SIGHT.
“Your salarys isn't enough to supe
port my daughter, sir.”
. “I'm glad you've come to that con
clusion so early, sir.”—Detroit Free
Press. :
STILL THE WORK GOES ON.
“Any more germs, Doctor?”
“Oh, yes. We are now in hot pur
suit of the germs that eat the other
germs.'—Detroit Free Press, =
WELL MATCHED. A
“They’re nice-looking unorses of
yours; appear to be very well
- matched.”
“They are. One's willing to pull
~and the other’s quite willing to let
him.”—Philadelphia Ledger.
STOPPING SPARKING. ;
“Do you have spark arresters on
your suburban trains?”
“Yes,” said the young man with a
frown, who usually travelled with the
blond girl; “they -have horrid con:
ductors.”—Yonkers Statesman.
AUTOPHOBIA.
“Herbert had been running an auto
50 long that he had forgottea all about
forseback riding.”
~ “What did he do when the horse
' balked?”
~ “He crawled under it to see what
was the matter.”—Cleveland Plain
Dealer. ,
HAD HER OWN IMPRESSIONS.
“Your hushand says he established
his hotel by honest toil,” remarked
the woman who hears all that is said
in the village.
“Yes,” answered the tired-looking
woman; “but he didn’t say whose toil,
did he?’—Washington Star.
HER CURIOSITY.
“Mrs. Chellus looks bad, doesn’t
ghe?”
“Yes, and no twonder. She’s been
awake every night for a week past.”
“Tae idea! What was the matter?”’
“She discovered about a week ago
that her husband talks in his sleep
and, of course, she had to listen.,”—
hiladelphia Ledger.
: STILL AT IT. ;
“Childhood’s hours are the happiest
times of one’s life!” stghed the disap
pointed man, i ‘
“Oh, I don’t know!” chirped his
companion. “I don’t ses but that 1
can watch a ball game just about ag
weil as I could forty years ago!”—De
troit Free Press.
( TIME AND MONEY.
. “Don’'t you sometimes think that
gon should have devoted less time to
getting money?”
“yes,” answered Senator Sorghum
“it occasionally strikes me that 1
ought to have made a fortune quicker.
But, on the whole, I'm satisfied.—
Washington Star. :
SOMEWHAT IMPORTANT.
“My dear,” asked the eminent com
poser, “do you know where that postal
card is that came yesterday?”
“Why, no; I hadn’t noticed it,” re
plied his wife; “was it anything im
pertant?”’
“Well, yes. It had the libretto of
my new comic opera on it.”—Pitts
burg Post.