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WAX WORKS.
NO.'S.
T hey Have a Very Exciting Voyage
A crons the Ocean—A Mid-Atlantic
nance Is One of the Delightful
Features of the Trip—Jack Sprat
nnd His Wife Object to the Bill ot
Fare and the Giants Nearly I’pset
the Steamer.
By Charles Battell Loomis.
Copyright 1901 by Charles Battell Loomis.
Robin Taylor of Oldham, Maine, the
boy who had turned his uncle's Mother
Goose Wax Figures into living beings and
had finally started on a tour with them,
reached the steamer after a variety of
mishaps, as related in the previous sto
res. To those of you who have not
„ead them it will be unnecessary to say
more than that.every character of whom
you have read in the Mother Goose
rh> mes was on board the steamer Minne
waska, bound for England. In addition
to these characters there were some reg
ular passengers, but, of course, the in
teresting ones were Cinderella and Red
Riding Hood and the Wolf and Puss in
Boots and the various Jacks.
Every vessel in New York harbor gave
the troupe a salute as they sailed out
through The Narrows and reached the
rougher waters of the Atlantic, and then
the passengers began to take to their
berths. Of course, the Three Men who
had formerly been in a tub were not af
fected by the motion of the vessel, and
Jack Sprat and his wife were too much
occupied in complaining of the flre to
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ROBIN KNEW THAT THE MOMENT THE MUSIC STOPPED MRS. COW
WOULD BE SERVED UP FOR MR. WOLF S DINNER.
have time for sickness; but the animals,
especially the Wolf and the Cow who
Jumped over the Moon were quite un
pleasantly affected. As for the giants,
Blunderbore and Cormoran, It was their
first sea voyage, and they simply could
not stand it, but taking hold of ropes
they Jumped overboaTd and swam along
one on either side of the great screw
steamer. But a very few knots at eigh
teen knots an hour satisfied them, and
then they were glad enough to come
aboard again. Both of them attempted
to clamber in on the same side and the
vessel would have capsized if the captain
had not yelled to them to take opposite
sides Even as it was, the steamer
shipped several seas as their great bulk
lowered her In the water and some of
the more nervous passengers wanted
them thrown overboard to the fishes. But
little Cinderella said that giants had
feelings just like any one else, and if
they would curl up on opposite sides of
the vessel she would answer for it that
no one would come to harm.
There were the usual musicians on
hoard, and if the passengers had been
contented with their playing the trip
to England might have passed without
any incident worth recording, hut some
people are never satisfied, and there was
one man from Philadelphia who wanted
1° hear Old King Cole’s Fiddler Three
gl' s a concert.
They were all good sailors, and they
said they had no objection of the people
would put up with their playing. As
King Cole said for them they had
not reheared any of their music In
scores of years, but every one said that
1* wasn't so much the sound a* the novel
ty of the thing that they were after, so
with muoh tuning and scraping, the three
old fellows began.
They played for about five minutes—
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such doleful, wheezy music that the
Wolf, who was confined in a wicker cage
in the steerage, began to poke his nose in
the air and howl in a way to frighten the
fish in the sea. And at this some of
the passengers began to smile at the fid
dlers, which made it unpleasant for them,
for they were more than a hundred years
older than any of the regular passengers,
and when a man gets into his hundreds
he likes to te treated with respect.
But the more they played the more the
Wolf howied, and so, to quiet him and
without a thought of any other conse
quences, Tom the Piper's Son went down
to his stateroom and brought up his pipe
and began the only tune he knew, which,
as you are aware, was “Over the Hills
and Far Away.” Of course, you know
that Tom's musio always set people to
dancing, no matter what else they might
be doing, and as he played "to beat the
band," as a slangy little boy re-marked,
every foot within hearing began to tap,
and then to lift and then with a hurrah
the old fiddlers jumped to their rheumatic
feet, and still sawing away on their fid
dles, they began to prance from one end
of the ship to the other. The Captain,
who had been talking to Mother Hub
bard, immediately took hold of her, and
they began to waltz, although the tune
was a polka. Red Riding Hood and the
Second Officer, Mother Goose and a stew
ard, Nimble Jack and a little girl from
Boston, went capering here and there, and
were followed by all the sailors and all
the steerage passengers, some of whom
were excellent dancers. As for Tom he
The Fiddlers Jumped to Their Rheumatic
Feet, and. Still Sawing Away on Their
Fiddles, They Began to Prance.
skipped up into the Crow’s Nest, and tap
ping time with both feet, he blew until
his cheeks ached.
When the giants rose to their feet and
flung out their legs, as a man snaps a
whip, Robin shouted. "Overboard with
you." He knew that if those clumsy
mountains were to cut any capers all the
passengers would be walking around on
the bottom of the Atlantic, where it is
damp every month in the year. Bust
they seized ropes and fastened a few
dozen life preservers on. and then, Jump
ing overboard, lay on their backs and
propelled themselves In exact time to the
music to the great envy of a school of
porpoises, who were taking their daly
swim after school hours, and who did not
know what lo make of these queer whales,
who couldn't spout any more than can
a school boy who has forgotten his piece.
Of course, the animals were affected
by the mad music, and the cow came
mincing out of the galley on her hind
legs end caught Puss In Boots, and the
two danced like dervishes with euch a
swinging of tails and legs that the steer
age passengers rusned out of their quar
ter* to the promenade deck, and con
tinued their dancing there.
The only persona who kspt thtir heads
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. MAY 19. 1901.
were the wiheelman, who was deaf, and
the engineer and stokers, who were out
of hearing of the bewitching music. If
Tom had gone down into the bowels of
the ship and had played I believe that the
stokers would have danced into the fur
naces, and the engineer would have de
serted his post.
The Wolf, who had stopped bowling,
and had begun to dance just as soon as
Tom struck up, now kicked his way out
of his cage and made a furious rush for
the Cow, which he took away from Puss,
and began dancing a schottlsche with
her. Robin saw him, and he knew that
the moment the music stoped Mrs. Cow
would be served up for Mr. Wolf's dinner,
and then what would Mesdames Goose
and Hubbard do for their daily supply of
fresh milk? 60 he ran to the rail and
shouted to Cormoran to reach up and
snatch Mr. Wolf overboard as soon aa he
could get a chance.
Just before this happened a White
Star liner passed so close to the Min
newaska that several of the passengers
on the former took snapshots of the riot
ous dance, and 1 believe the artist has
made a sketch from one of the Dhoto
gr'aphs, but of this I am not sure.
It would have done your heart good to
see the neat way in which Cormoran in
terrupted that Wolf's dance. His great
ham of a hand came up over the rail and
seized Mr. Wolf by the scruff of the neck
and the next minute Mrs. Cow had gone
back to Master Puss, and Mr. Wolf was
taking a salt water bath.
Cormoran took good care that the Wolf
BOOTS ON HORSEBACK.
did not drown, because he knew that deep
down in her heart. Red Riding Hood was
fond of the Wolf, and. besides, the hun
gry beast was not half bad when he was
under lock and key. '
But Robin saw that unless Tom stop
ped playing soon every one would die of
heart disease, for they wre dancing like
chestnuts in a roaster. Tom shook his
head—he couldn’t stop till he dropped, tie
signified, and so Robin snatched the flute
from him and flung it into th sea, and
Biundcrfcore caught it before it sank, and
saved it for the next time.
But there wasn’t any next time on board
ship. You never saw such a tired lot of
people in your life. Why, when the music
stopped they all dropped In their tracks
and lay gasping on the deck or in the
cabin—wherever they happend to be.
Mother Goose said she believed she had
lost fifty pounds since morning. But there
was one good thing about this sudden
dance. It shook the people up so thor
oughly that there was not a case of sea
sickness on board after that, and the
BOOTS AND TWO COMPANIONS ON THE FIRING LI'NE.
doctor went around looking so tired of
having nothing to do that the captain
said that if it weren't for his being busy
he'd get sick Just to oblige the doctor.
After the cow had been put in a safe
place Cormoran handed hack the drenched.
Wolf and Robin led him like a lamb to his
cage, which had in the meantime been
strengthened. While they were chaining
him up the cow happened to give a high
low, and you should have seen the wicked,
hungry look that passed over His Wolf
ship's lean face. If he had been dancing
when the musio stopped there Is no doubt
but that he would have made his meal
of raw roast beef—lf there Is such a
thing.
It was Just eight days after leaving
New York that the steamer ran up the
river to—never mind the name. And in
order to attract the attention of the Brit
ish to his great company of Mother Goose
people, Robin gained the consent of the
captain to allow the giants to tow the
steamer to her anchorage, which they
did, the one walking along the shore, the
other up to his neck in the river. Their
coming was expected and the ehores on
either side were lined with hearty looking
English boye and girls, who, when they
saw all the old nursery heroes In plain
sight, set up such a cheer that it made
Robin believe that he had landed among
his cousins. And he undoubtedly had.
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THE THI'E 9TOHY OF “BOOTS."
A Twelvc-Year-Old Yankee Now
Fighting With the Boera.
New York. May 17.—1 t was at a little
luncheon given the other day and the
9outh African war was being discussed.
Somebody commented on the extreme
youth of many of the fighting Boers.
Mr. Thomas F. Millard, the well
known war correspondent, was present,
and he related the touching story of
“Boots,” a twelve-year Yankee, whom he
met fighting with the Boers, and who,
for aught we know, is still dodging bul
lets and lyddite shells. Said Mr. Mal
lard:
“His real name Is William Young, but
in the laagers he Is known by the sobrl
ouet of 'Boots.' I think he came by tills
title honestly enough, for he drags about
a huge pair of leggin boots many sizes
too large, and further ornamented with
enormous brass spurs.
“Boots is a midget of 13—or at least
lie gives that number as his age, though
he doesn't look It by three. But, then,
he openly admits his doubts on this unim
portant point, for his childhood (which
‘Boots’ speaks of as long gone by) is
shrouded in obscurity, even to himself.
Not that this lack of knowledge about
his early life disturbs 'Boots’ 1 equanimity
for has he not risen to the proud dis
tinction of mascot of the American
scouts now fighting for the Boers?
" ‘Boots’ was born ’in the United States.
Just where the Important event occurred
he does not know. ‘lt was somewhere
near the ocean,’ he says when questioned,
as if that location was definite enough for
all practical purposes. When very young
he remembers being taken to England,
whence he came to South Africa. His
parents are long since dead, and since
their death William, having no other re
lations that he knew of, has ‘rustled’ for
himself.
“When this war began William espoused
(he cause of the Boers and Joined the
Irish Brigade, under Col. Blake. The
men who formed this adventurous corps
took a fancy to the waif and made him
one of them. They named him ‘Boots’
ar. ’Boots’ he remains. Being of a self
reliant nature, ‘Boots’ was not content to
remain in the laager whqn a fight was
going on. No sooner was the brigade
well on its way to the field then he fol
lowed, and the men, chancing to look
around as they entered the fight, gener
ally spied the diminutive figure of ’Boots.’
At first they tried to drive him away, but
this failing, and finding that 'Boots' was
well able to care for himself, being sin
gularly adept at finding cover, his ac
companying the brigade to battle came to
be regarded as a matter of course.
"So it was that 'Boots’ saw all the
bloody battles of the Natal campaign—
Dundee, Newcastle, Nicholson's Nek. the
Platrand, and the many tights along the
Tugela. Armed with two water bottles,
the midget would enter a fight, and more
than once has a wounded brigadier, on
finding a cooling drink placed to his
parched lips, looked up to dlsocver 'Boots.'
If the fire were too hot to permit his
wounded comrades being removed to a
place o fsafety, the boy would remain to
attend them until the battle waa over or
night fell.
"When Capt. Hassell organized the
American Scouts as a separate company,
'Boots’ decided to Join til* countrymen.
So far as 1 know, he is still with them.
'Boots' is allowed a horse to ride, but his
ambition is to posses a pony of his own,
and a Mauser carbine, so he can fight
like the other scouts. For the purchase of
a pony he has saved up £2 5d., which
will buy no horse in South Africa In war
time. So 'Boots’ has to go without a
pony until better times. But he has hopes
of capturing one from the British.
"Meanwhile, since he cannot fight like
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a full-grown man, he makes miself useful
around the laager. As to the future,
‘Boots' scorns to contemplate it.
" ‘What'll I do when the war’s over?’ he
said. 'I dunno. I'll do whatever I can.
Maybe, if the Boers lose. 1 11 go to Amer
ica.’ ”
A CRADLE SONG.
By Lillian Knapp Dodd.
A woman stands in a rose-wreathed
doorway; her baby is in her arms; the
morning sunshine lies all about the dewy
grass, and falls softly upon her head.
Her face is almost girlishly fair and
untroubled; yet a hint of anxiety creeps
Into the blue eyes os her husband steps
up to pat the baby's velvet cheek, and
kiss his wife good-by.
"I am going now, dear,” he says; "you
must not be lonely to-day.”
"No. I will try; but I can't help think
ing of tie money. If anything should
happen to you—oh, John, men have been
murdered for less money than a hundred
dollars."
"Nonsense, Jessie; don’t let that worry
you all day. I shall come home safe
enough, though It may be late."
"Yes. It will be late, and the road is
lonely; do be careful, John.”
He rid ?s away toward the distant town,
whistling cheerily as he goes; perhaps
because Ills heart Is very light, perhaps
to Irow.q, the memory of his wife’s anxi
ety.
He is quite out of sight, when two
tramps lounge slowly up the road and
pause a moment near the little gate.
"Better not stop here now, I reckon,”
says one, whose evil face holds the shad
ow of some new and villainous enter
prise .
"Why not?" asks his .companion. "11l
Stop and ask the little woman for a bite
of bread or a cup of water; you can
go on to the next house.”
"I tell you, It'll spoil the game to stop
here; let’s be movin'.”
"What game?" asks the second speaker,
casting a furtive look at his mate.
"You hcarn what they said as well a*
I did, about the money he's gone after.
It's a hundred dollars. We’ll watch over
here in the edge of that orchard till he
comes along to-night, then give him a
tap on the head and the money’s ours.”
"Who's go|n’ to give him the tap on the
head? I may steal, but you'll have to do
the quietin' act, and divvy up fair after
wards, too.”
"We'll fix that, but come on now, she’ll
see us. Hark!"
A sweet, clear voice, somewhere in the
little house, was singing over and over
the familiar, old-fashioned words:
There Is a happy land,
Far, far away.
Where saints In glory stand.
Bright, bright as day.
“She a only slngln' her young 'un to
sleep; what do you care for that?" says
Impatiently the man who will not commit
murder. |>ut who will share the gains of
any crlmg.
"It's mighty pretty singing," answers
the other. He stands with eyes cast down
digging a hole In the sandy road with
the toe of a ragged shoe.
Both wait In silence for a moment, one
with evident impatience, the other look
ing suddenly thoughtful. At last tne iat>
ter wheels abruptly and walks away
down the road, as If turning his back
upon some memory which it were wise to
remember no more.
His companion follows more slowly, end
a curve in ihe road presently hides them
from the little farm house and its in
mates.
The baby is asleep In Its mother's arms.
She has out atvay her fear. The day will
soon pass; with her work and her little
one she will he-too busy for loneliness.
She comforts herself with theae thoughts
as she carefully drops the sleeping child
into (he pillowed snuggery of its cradle,
and turns with a little half-relieved sigh
to the work that Is waiting to be done.
She eata her bit of dinner with baby
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the shining spoons, jingled playfully for
Ita especial entertainment.
All day she trips to and fro, in and out,
busy as the bees and birds, and by much
resolution almost as free from care. She
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when papa wHI come home, and the baby
does not seem disposed to criticise either
rhyme or meter, but clasps Its tiny hands
and applauds with many a merry shout.
The hours wear away until the aun
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shadows under tha blossoming trees grow
longer every moment
The fluffy yellow chickens have hidden
thamselvea beneath their mother's wings;
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with sweets.
Al last the sun Is out of sight: the flush
of sunset fades to gray; the stars come
out, the shadows become more dense; tho
night Is come.
The little mother can not help an oft
recurring wish that her husband were re
turned. She Is ever brave, but to-night
her courage and her fear seem holding
some new, strange controversy.
“I must be nervous,” she. says at last,
standing for the hundredth time In the
doorway, shading her eyes with her hand,
end trying to discern through the dark
ness some glimpse of the absent one.
She places a light In the kitchen win
dow, wraps the baby warmly in a shawl,
and sits down near the open doorway.
Though the air 1s cool, she cannot bear
to shut out the shadowy line of gray road
along which she will first see him com
ing.
She sings softly now, low, sweet, lul
labies, not the cheery roundelays with
which she beguiled the long hours of the
day. Sometimes her voice almost stops;
she Is weary herself; and the baby la
asleep. Then a sudden fluttering of the
tiny hands calls for more vigorous song
and her voice rings out again.
A few rods away, hidden behind some
bushes at the roadside, lie the trsmpa.
They are waiting eagerly for the rumble
of wheels, and presently their patience Is
rewarded.
The good gray horse Jogs steadily home
ward, its driver can see already the light
Bet In the kitchen window, a token that
all Is well at home. He thinks with sud
den tenderness of the loving hand which
placed It there, of the fair face of his
little wife, and the Innocent loveliness of
their child.
He 1s ">oposlte tha place where the two
men lie; a:. <?ady they are creeping out
to do the vi.'alnous thing which they have
planned. The one who Is to do the "quiet
in' act” is ahead, but holds his compan
ion back with one grimy hand, scarcely
knowing why he does so; with the other
he grasps a huge club that la to deal the
fatal blow.
Suddenly, cleaving the night's fragrant
silence like the chime of silver bells, rings
out a woman's voice In song:
There la a happy land.
Far, far away.
The sweet notes seem to All all space;
they rise and fall In echoes of melody;
they strike on one man's ears like a
blow from some avenging hand; and seem
to him the rebuke of One to whom day
and darkness ars alike and murder la
hateful.
He throws an arm about his compan
ion’s neck, and covers with his hand the
mouth that might apeak words of sur
prise or angsr. He Is the etronger and
his hold la Arm. The club drops from hla
hand, and the man who has been In dan
ger Imminent drives slowly up the long
lane at home, and hears his little wife's
pleased voice calling to him In loving wel
come.
He whoee arm has been etrlcken pow
erless by a song aits moodily by the
roadside.
"What's the matter, mate?” hla com
panion asks; "why didn't ye hit him?"
"I—l couldn't." he burats out; 'an' I'll
tell you why. Thirty years ago I had a
home, and a mother, and a little baby
slater. My mother used to sing the v?ry
piece that woman has been slngtn' all
day, and I’ve set In the foot of that old
wooden cradle many a time and aung my
little slater to sleep with It. I don't
want to turn soft, but they're all dead
now—gone to the happy land—and I'm
only a vag.”
He brushes hla chaak hastily with hla
hand, and something auspiciously like a
sob stop* his voice. His companion is si
lent for a moment, then says;
"It's all right, pard; I'm glad you
didn't do It, and I reckon the little wo
man's glad too.”
AN AS I MATED CAKE CONTEST. 1
A Novel Suggestion for an Event oa
Forty.
A club of bright young school teachers
recently gave a novel party which made
the hit of the season in their neighbor
hood. It was called a cakes and cream
social. The Invitations Invited to an lea
cream evening, and the postscript added
a request which gave a hint of tha fun
to come. It said: "Please come repre
senting some sort of cake.”
On the evening of the party every cake
in the cook book turned out in honor of
the occasion. There was Bride Cake in
a charming white dress with veil and or
ange flower*. Pancake wore a number of
wee cooking instruments as a fringe to
her gown. Drop Cake wore a necklace
of cough drops strung together to repre
sent gems. Angel Cake appeared to float
Into tlie room by means of her feathery
tissue paper wings Plum Cake carried
a plumb line. White Mountain Cake wore
pinned to her gown, a book of vlewa
taken in the White Mountalne. Cinnamon
Bun carried a box of cinnamon and a
bath bun in her hands. Minute Cake
came with a Large clock face drawn upon
paper, covering the front of her bodide.
Corn Cake created a laugh by don
ning a hideous corn cure advertisement.
A picture of the hen, the best lay-er on
record, stood for Layer Cake. A coffee
pot In one hand and a cup In the other
distinguished Coffee Cake very ingenious
ly. One gentleman, who appeared lu
dicrously orrsyed In a flannel nightcap,
was discovered to be Flannel Cake. And
so the merry list went on.
No cake revealed its Identity on flrat
arriving, but was particularly asked to
keep this Becret. Every member of the
company received pencil and paper, with
n request to write down the names of all
the enkes he recognized. This merry
guessing required a full two hours, dur
ing which Ice cream in all popular flavors
whs passed upon a tray by the maid.
At the end of the allotted time each
cske delivered up to the hostess a list
of the other sweetmeats present. These
lists were carefully read and compared
by the mistress of ceremonies.
There were two prizes. In the case of
the ladles the reward took the form of
a dainty cookbook containing recipe* for
cakes only. The lucky gentleman was
given a handsome sliver cake knife.
More Ice cream and cakee followed, aft
er which the hostess called upon her
guest* to pair off for a "cake walk.”
Three times the paired couples circled
the room,each couple endeavoring to out
do the other in ostentatious parade.
Three judges appointed from the house
hold circle watched the performance and
decided the prize—a handsome fruit cake,
covered and decorated with chocolate
lcelng. Each number of the party who
failed to distinguish himself by receiving
a prise was given, as • consolation, a
gingerbread man wtb feature* formed by
clove* and other spices. These ginger
bread men were prettily tied with scarlet
ribbon.
■ ■ ' "■ '.ll'.eH-BW
Cook's Duchess Tablet* are *u coesefully
Bdir* used monthly by over 10,000 ladles. Prion,
*l. By mall, Jl.oß. Send 4 cents for
W sample and particulars. The Cook Cos.,
“ V Woodward are., Detroit, lilioh.
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macy,
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