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* For ihe Younger 'i ‘ If All Children y V V? 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 ■* ANINTEIIE ST IN G~ OPTICAL ILLUSION. / fA .A' x I.— B N On first glancing at this drawing it would appear that the distance be tween X and Y is greater than that between M and N. However, if both dWUnces are measured, it will be found that they are equal, each being •■e-third of an inch in width. •pening,thus forcing back the weight. 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. i 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. The oldest Roman Catholic college in the United States is Georgetown , College, Georgetown, D. C. One of the Essentials ot the happy homes of to-day is a vast fund of information as to the best methods of promoting health and happiness and right living and knowledge of the Wor i d >, best products. 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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 by alone, the chief town of the island, 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 about 1046. 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. DROPPED COFFEE. Doctor Gains 20 Pounds on Postum. A physician of Wash., D. C., says of his coffee experience: “For years I suffered with period¬ ical headaches which grew more fre¬ quent until they became almost con¬ stant. So severe were they that some¬ times 1 was almost frantic. 1 was sallow, constipated, irritable, sleep¬ less; my memory was poor, I trembled and my thoughts were often confused. “My wife, in her wisdom, believed coffee was responsible for these ills and urged me to drop it. I tried many times to do so, but was its slave. “Finally wife bought a package of Postum and persuaded me to try it, but she made it same as ordinary coffee and I was disgusted with the taste. (I make this emphatic be¬ cause I fear many others have had the same experience.) She was distressed at her failure and we carefully read the directions, made it right, boiled it full 15 minutes after boiling com¬ menced, and with good cream and sugar, I liked it—it invigorated and seemed to nourish me. “That was about a year ago. Now I have no headaches, am not sallow, sleeplessness and irritability are gone, my brain clear and my hand steady. I have gained 20 lbs. and feel I am 1 new man. “I do not hesitate to give Postum due credit. Of course dropping coffee was the main thing,but I had dropped it before, using chocolate, cocoa and other things to no purpose. “Postum not only seemed to act as an invigorant, but as an article of ‘nourishment, giving me the needed phosphates and albumens. This is n0 imaginary tale. It can be substantial ed by my wife and her sister, who both changed to Postum and are hearty women of about 70. information “I write this for the and encouragement of others, aD with a feeling of gratitude to the iD ' ventor of Postum.” Name given by Postum Co., Bait e Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Wellville,’' in pkgs. “There’s a R e& ' son. ” Ever read the above letter? A one appears from time to time. genuine, true, and full of hum 8 ® are interest.