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SENTIMENTAL SUNN Y.
Sentimental Sunny
Was a very funny Ininny,
Tearing daisy petals off Lady to try Rabbit, bis fate;
But his love, the the
Didn’t like daisy habit, him and
tv© *h<- turned her back on went
and ate.
—Stella George Stern, in St. Nicholas.
BOY’S COURAGE SAVED COUNTRY
Holland Is dotted with windmills
mad lined with canals. You ask why?
Because this land was once covered
by tie sea and the people had to re¬
claim it by building great dykes, or
■rails of earth, around the shallow
jilares to shut out, the sea, and then
trumping out the water with wind¬
mills. In rainy seasons these mills
are kept busy pumping out the water.
They are also used to grind corn and
heat hemp.
Probably some of you have read
Ihe atory Phoebe Cary tells of the
hrave little boy who stopped a leak
8a one of the dykes. You remember
his mother sent him one evening to
rarry a plate across the dyke to the
hat of an old blind man. Little Pe¬
ter did his errand quickly and was
earning home more slowly, stopping
««« and then by the side of the dyke
to gather flowers. He heard the sea
roaring against the dykes and felt
glad that the wall was good and
ateoag, for he knew that if the dyke
should break the people near would
•(9 be drowned.
All at once, through the noise of
the waters, came a low,clear trickling
round that made his face pale with
terror. He dropped his blossoms and
harried up the bank, where the found
Ibe water trickling through a hole in
the dyke. Even as he watched the
hole grew larger and the water
ipanred through in a stream.
He gave a loud shout, kneeled
down and thrust his arm Into the
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mi the sea. No one was near. He
■routed until his voice was gone, but
kelp came. He would not leave,
Cnr he felt that it was better for one
little boy to lose his life than for
•nay men, women and children to be
drowned.
Early in the morning a search par¬
ty found him in a faint beside the
dyke with his arm still sloping the
teak. They carried him home, and
ter many days they were anxious
about him, but God spared his life,
ljoag years have passed since then,
bat wh^p the sea roars like a flood
tbe Hollanders take their sons by
ffibe hand and tell them of brave little
Peter, whose courage saved the land.
- laez 'McFee, in the Normal Instruc¬
tor.
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OUR DANDY.
Dandy is a little black dog. He
alaays wears a white shirtfront and
tear white slippers. He has a tiny
tuft of white on the tip of his silky
Black tail. He is a cute little animal.
Bondes being cute he is very fond of
mraet things and doughnuts are his
upeciai delight; you know the kind,
wrl4Uh n big hoL in the middle and all
•fflvered with sugar.
Dandy’s mistress does not think
dtoaglrnuts are good for him. and she
km expressed herself so often that
Handy knows quite well what she
thinks.
Now Dora, the cook, did not know',
m the day before Thanksgiving while
was baking Dandy watched her
ro eagerly and frisked about so< joy
that she selected one oil the
tensest cakes and threw it on the
>r for her pet.
Dandy w'as surprised to say the
•east, how good the doughnut looked
and “M-m,” how good it smelled. He
unked it all over. He sniffed at it
** S'ntily. He poked it with his paw.
looked up at Dora as if he wanted
say something.
^■en he-picked up the cake and
earn* ft in his mouth, trotted sober-
8y BVy straight into the sitting
room *iete sat his mistress.
® an< ^- dropped the cake at her
*eeL loo-ed pleadingly up in her
Yaoe and aited for orders to eat.
Hfs mist; e ss thought he had stolen
the sweetmeat and calling to Dora,
**ked. “Do you know how Dandy
this doughnut? M
“Shure, mum; I gave It to him.”
Dandy barked.
His mistress laughed. “Good dog,”
she said. "You have earned your
dessert; now eat it quick before I
change my mind.”
Dandy wagged his tall and ate the
cake, even to the last crumb of sugar,
and then ran out to tell Tabby, the
cat, all about his treat.—New Haven
Register.
ROBERT’S DREAM.
Robert had been asleep all after¬
noon, but when he awoke he was
ready to tease everybody. The day
was very warm, and his pets had
slept all afternoon. Then he went
to Prince, his dog, and gave him a
kick; then he said, “Get up, you lazy
fellow,” and when he did not get up
he got three more. At last he got
up and walked around.
Princess, his cat, also was asleep.
He came to her and lifted her high
in the air, but the cat gave him an
awful scratch. “Oh, you naughty
cat,” he said. “Oh, you naughty boy,”
said his mother, who was sitting on
the porch, and saw all.
“You must go to bed, because
you’ve been bad,” said his mamma.
“Oh, can't I stay in the ham¬
mock, please?” he pleaded.
But he had to go to bed. “Show
how good you can be, and go up¬
stairs.” So he went up to bed. Soon
he was again in the garden, and he
understood the language of the ani¬
mals. Prince went to Princess and
said. “Don’t our master treat us
mean?”
“Yes, I'm not going to live here
any more,” she answered. “He picked
me up in the air, and I gave him a
good long scratch,” said Princess.
“Well, I wouldn’t do that, but I
got four
yet,” said Prince.
“Let us run away to-morrow right
after he feeds us. We can live in
the mountains, and then something
will tell us to come back when we
think he’ll treat us better,” was
Prince’s idea.
“Come, get up and dry your eyes.
What are you dreaming about? We
are going to have supper; papa is
waiting for you,” said his mamma.
He was glad it was a dream, and
from that day on he treated them
with respect, and they often won¬
dered what happened.—Lulu Maurer,
in the Brooklyn Eagle.
I DON’T CARE!
Charley was a little boy who al¬
ways said “I don’t care!” no matter
what was said to him. For instance,
his mother remarked at the table:
“You can t have any more cake. It
will make you sick. »»
’I don’t care!” said Charley. “I’ll
get well again.”
Sister said: “Please show me how
to do this example, I can’t do.it.”
“1 don’t care!” says Charley. “Find
out for yourself and you’ll know how
next time.”
“Don’t you see aunt is standing?
Get up, Charley, and give her your
chair.”
“I don’t care! There are other
chairs for her to sit on. tt
’Come play with baby; he is crying
for you.”
“I don’t care! Let him amuse
himself. Mother said it was wicked
lor me to frighten the birds, but l
don t care. My cousin beat me run
ning down hill, but I don t care. 1 m
at the loot of my class, but I don t
care. 1 missed in all my lessons to¬
day, but I don’t care. »»
One day his mother called him to
her knee and said: ’‘Don’t care, did
you say: Y ? ou surely do not know
the importance of these three words.
When you go to your father and tell
him you are hungry, does he say to
you ‘I don’t care?’ When you come
to me and tell me you are sick, w'hat
would you think of me were I to say
‘I don't care!’ and then go about, my
business? You would have as much
right to be hurt as I am at your con¬
stant repetition of the phrase.”
It is needless to say Charley mend
ed his ways after that.—New Haven
Register.
MY COMRADE.
l have a comrade; he and I are like
As any pair of peas In any pod.
A wilful creature lie, as you would strlKe,
And rod. aye Impatient ‘neath affliction s
When his own way he finds he cannot get
He raises Ned and other things to
boot: his . dreadful
With awful voice he roars
fret. t
Regardless that the world won care a
hoot.
My comrade likes to play the newest
He quickly tires of ail that s old and
trite. succeeding days , ,. the
Scarce plays he two
same, over niKnt. . , .
Amusements seem to age so compelled.
He will not work unless he. is
He smiles on those with whom he thinks
a smile his , , head , . gets
The best investment, and
swelled regardless of , their .. .
By people's praise,
guile.
My comrade likes the food that least
agrees digestion—hates the , whole¬ , ,
With his
some things; warblings, but de¬ .
Hates other people's
crees harking . while ,
We a’l !,tand breathless,
In he sings. and eke in many more,
all these ways, well with
My comrade’s instincts tally
mine. said ,, . be
He is my child, I should have
fore; thirty
He's two years old, and I am
nine.
—Chicago News.
By the Lake,
By MARGARET CARRUTHERS.
Natalie Livingstone sat gazing out
of the window across the closely crop¬
ped lawn, past the tulip beds that were
marvels of the gardener’s art, and out
over the lake dotted with many little
pleasure craft. She could hear the
sound of laughter coming from the
water, and it only made it all the hard¬
er for her to go away.
But there was the stinging but polite
little note informing her that her ser¬
vices were no longer required, and
inclosing the customary week’s wages
and her ticket back to the city.
She knew the reason for her sudden
dismissal, and that made it seem all
the more unjust. It was not because
of incompetency, but because of the
scarcity of eligible young men and the
superabundance of marriageable young
ladies with overambitious mothers.
She had known there were objec¬
tions because of the attentions paid
her by some of the male guests, and
which she had tried hard to avoid.
Her self-possession and refined man¬
ners had all been discussed and voted
a menace by the mothers with the
marriageable but less attractive daugh¬
ters, and for once they had united and
sent a committee to the management
and demanded Natalie’s removal.
The soft, white skin, the large blue
eyes and wavy, flaxen hair were all
urged as reasons why she should go,
and were pronounced the cause and
reason why several of the young men
had suddenly abandoned their pursuit
of pleasure and plungeu themselves in¬
to business at the Lakeside.
“The very idea of her being allowed
to use the boats on the lake and walk
around on the lawn and veranda like
one of the guests!” indignantly re¬
marked Miss Allen, conspicuous for
her brick-colored hair and turned-up
nose and an impediment in her speech,
but whose mother occupied one of the
most expensive suites in the hotel and
entertained largely.
“Why, at Taber’s in the White Moun¬
tains last year the ‘typewriter’ had to
eat with the help and was not allowed
even in the corridors unless summoned
there to do some work for the guests,”
broke in Mamie Lacy, whose father
had risen to the dignity of an aider
man and whose mother had social
ambitions for Mamie which were grati¬
fied in a measure by her short stay
every year at the Lakeside.
“Such impertinence!” chimed in
Miss Clark, a school teacher of uncer¬
tain age. “Why, I have been spend
: ing two whole weeks here every sum¬
mer for the past four years, and I have
1 never been the subject of such indig¬
nities before. W'hy, she actually curls
i her hair, yet flaunts her innocence and
| good manners in the eyes oi; the men,
j thinking to dazzle them. Well, she
can’t fool me, anyway.”
And so it had been until the note
i had been the result. Poor little Nata¬
lie? All she wanted was to be left
alone to earn her living, and she had
been delighted at the prospect of spend¬
ing the hot summer months at the
Lakeside, hut now she would have to
go back to the sweltering city and haunt
; t jje employment agencies, and even if
i j s jj e was successful, as she could scarce
; j y nope to be at this dull season, she
I would be obliged to live in a stuffy
j furnished room in a poor quarter made
ever more miserable by its crowded
! condition.
She had been happy here at the lake,
the long walks, the boat rides and the
wild flower pilgrimages, but now she
must give it all up.
She packed her simple belongings,
looked around the cosy little room that
| had been hers, and where she had
j found so much rest and happiness, and
tears came to the great blue eyes
j she closed the door and slowly made
| ! her way to the manager’s office to bid
j him good-by.
She did not find him in, and as her
train did not icave un ll night sh*
walked toward the lake out into th#
woods all white with dogwood and
purple with violets.
They seemed even more beautiful be¬
cause of her enforced departure and
she could not keep back the tears that
crowded into her eyes or the pain at
the thought of the struggle of the past
year that she must resume again just
when she thought she was going to be
so happy.
Her mother had died, leaving her
alone and when the estate had been
settled there was but' little left for
Natalie. She had faced the situation
bravely and had secured this position
for the summer to be among the birds
and flowers she loved so well.
She thought, as she walked along,
of the cool months she had spent with
her mother in the mountains and these
woods seemed only a tantalizing re¬
minder of that other and happier life.
At last, unable to restrain herself
longer she sank down on the soft green
grass and burst into soul-refreshing
tears. She was still crying when she
heard a rustle of the bushes near her
and looking up, could scarcely believe
what she saw.
"Why, Steve,” she stammered.
“Why, Miss Natalie,” he blurted.
She pinched herself and rubbed her
eyes to be sure she was not dreaming.
Yes, it was Steve (Malcolm’s man),
sure enough a ghost of that other life
come to haunt her and make her more
miserable, she thought. She started to
speak, but just as she did the bushes
parted again and Malcolm Goodrich
himself stepped into the breach.
He started, almost falling tack
among the bushes.
“Why, Nat,” he exclaimed, “in heav¬
en’s name, what are you doing here?
Is it really you, and where have you
been all this time?”
He threw himself down on the grass
beside her and motioned Steve away.
“Why, Nat, I have searched every¬
where for you and to find you this
way. Tell me, Nat, what did you run
away for without letting a fellow know
where you were going, and tell me
what you have been doing all this
time.”
“Why, I have been right here part
of the time,” she answered, trying hard
to hide the traces of her tears and
smiling bravely. “You know there
was nothing left, so I left college and
after a course in shorthand accepted
the position of stenographer at the ho¬
tel up there for the summer.”
Then she told him of the note and its
cause. He listened attentively and
said, “Poor little girlie! Why I own
that hotel and these woods and that
castle like house on the hill command¬
ing such a splendid view the lake. I
bought it for a summer home; do you
like it?
“The hotel is leased for this season,
but next year I am going to turn it in¬
to a golf club, clearing away part of
these woods to enlarge the links, I
was just looking over the place a bit
when I had the good fortune to run
across you, and now, Nat, there is no
end of happiness in store for you.
“But I leave this evening for the
city, I must find another position.”
“Now, look here, Nat, why don’t you
stay right here? You know I love you
and I intended to tell you so, and ask
you to marry me as soon as I got
out of college. Then your mother died
and I knew I must wait, and then
you disappeared as completely as
though the earth had opened and swal¬
lowed you.”
She did not answer, but sat silently
thinking of the note and the hot city,
and turning suddenly, she asked, “Is
it because you are sorry for me that
you are asking me, Malcolm? ’»
“Why, bless you, Nat, it’s because
I love you and have loved you ever
since we were Kiddies, and your hat
fell into the brook and I waded in
and rescued it and was soundly spank¬
ed for getting wet.”
They laughed at the happy recollec¬
tion and as he took her in his arms she
nestled closer and gazed silently across
the lake to the house overlooking it
that was to be their home.—From the
New York Evening journal.
Saved Himself First.
Sam and Joe were out rowing, when
the boat capsized, spilling both men
in the water. Sam was a fine swi*n
mer, but not very bright, while Joe
wms bright enough, but could not swim
a stroke.
When Sam found himself in the
water he struck out lustily for the
shore, while Joe clung to the over¬
turned skiff.
As soon as Sam reached the shore
he was about to plunge into the water
again, when a man standing near
said:
"What are you going back into the
water for? You just swam ashore. ■
Sam paused a moment, then said:
“Well, I had to save myself first;
now I’m going back to fetch Joe.”—
Philadelphia Inquirer.
j
The Best Pet.
i “I want to make a gift to Miss Pas
i say.” said Dumley. "I wonder what
| 1 sort of animal she’d prefer for
a pet?"
"A man,” promptly suggested Miss
Knox.—Philadeip-ia Press.
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OLDEST CHURCH ORGAN.
Found on Island of Gothland and in
Excellent State of Preservation.
In the Baltic Sea, forty miles from
the mainland, lies the Swedish island
Gothland, a Mecca for students of
early Gothic architecture. In Wis
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with its population of 8,000 souls,
may be studied what remains of no
less than ten churches, some of which
date from the eleventh and twelfth
centuries. The oldest of them is the
Church of the Holy Ghost, completed
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Prof. Henmerberg, director in a Ger
man music school, and especially in
rt©rested in the study of mediaeval
organs, visited fifty-nine churches ia
Gothland, and in a little village called
Sundre came upon the remnant of
what is unquestionably the oldest
known organ in existence. The case
alone has survived the fret of seven
centuries, the holes for pedals and
(manuals are placed as in modern in¬
struments, and inside one can see
the chamber for the bellows and judge
iof their action; the exterior is adorn
ed with paintings dating from about
1240.
When this ancient instrument could
no longer serve Its original purpose
,it was used as a sacristy and for the
safeguard of holy vessels and vest
fluents was kept in careful repair,
hence its excellent preservation to
our day.—Youth’s Companion.
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and my thoughts were often confused.
“My wife, in her wisdom, believed
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“That was about a year ago. Now
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my brain clear and my hand steady.
I have gained 20 lbs. and feel I am 1
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“I do not hesitate to give Postum
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