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BY AUNT SUSIE.
[This Is a corner set aside for the Little Folks ot The Constitution for their encartels
cent and development in the art of letter-writtaKJ -
The Boy That Lives.
Once I read a story of
A little boy that died,
I did not like that story and
1 laid it down and sighed.
But I know another story,
About a little boy
Who did not die—but lived to be
His mother's greatest joy.
He was the only little chick
His good old mother had.
And oh! it nearly drove her wild
Sometimes, he was so bad.
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“Now this will never do!”
The wise olu mother swore.
And so she hid an apple switch
Behind the wardrobe door.
And then this little boy would gaze.
With tearful eyes and sore,
Whene'r she went a-hunting there.
Behind the wardrobe door.
And so, it came to pass, you see—
Explain it if you can—
That this bad boy grew- up to be
A very good old man.
Children, does the picture above recall I
any unpleasant associations? I hope not,
but let me tell you. it is a pretty good way
to make a bad boy a good old man. Now,
if there are any switches hid away- for any
of you "behind a wardrobe door,” take my
novice and determine right now to be so
good that there will never be any use for
them to leave their hiding place.
1 have told you so much about dogs that I
fear you will get tired of the subject, but
i am sure none of you ever heard of a dog |
cemetery, and 1 thought you might like to
hear of quite a celebrated one.
In London there is a cemetery for pet
dogs. In it every pet uoggie that dies car.
find a resting place. The London dog cem
etery is near the Victoria gate in Hyde
park. It looks like a tiny garden. Amidst
the flowers are a number of small marble
tombstones arranged in rows, each bearing
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■ome tender inscription. There are tiny
Kiaw! paths between the rows. An arch I
of ivy ornaments .he tombs which number
about forty or more.
One little dog among the number belonged
to the duke of Cambridge ami
•was called “Poor Little Prince.”
Each grave has its well-trim
med bushes of evergreen and here and
there are large whit' shells. Now many
nersons may laugh at the idea of a dog cem
etery, but 1 think there are many dogs who I
are as faithful and true in their wav as i
ft human being, then, why not give them at j
least a quiet, decent resting place. 1 have !
a great n spe.-t for dogs ami want them
buried when they depart this life.
YOUNG FOLK’S COR It ESPONDUNCE.
Letters of Exchange Among The Cnnctl
tution’e Little Folks.
Dona Hamburg, Whistler. Ala.—l am a little girl
eight years old. 1 have been sink ever since the
isrh of December. I love to read, ami several ot
my friends have sent me books . 1 enjoy reading
the cousins’ letters.
I have no pets except my cat and tricycle. I
hope you will let me join your circle. 1 will close
for this time.
Ada Warren. Pearly, Ga 1 do enjoy reading
the dear old Constitution, espccialy the Young
Folks’Corner. Little Edna Brower lias my sym
pathies. I live out in the co intry. My papa keeps
the post office. Igo to school every day and like
mv teacher very much, he is so kind to all the pu
pils.
M ill some one of the cousins please send me the
words of rhe song: “1 Am Nobody’s Darling,”
and I will in return send some, if desired.
Correspondents solicited.
Jessie Bozeman, Pinellas, Fla.—l am a little boy,
■oon be in my teens. 1 tho ight a letter just now
from a jolly tittle fellow might interest some of
tlie inland cousins.
We are mighty busy shipping the last of our
orange crop. Ihe trees are all in full blossom
now. and some ot you, cousins, just ought to be
here to help smell the sweet odor.
Aunt tsusie, I send you a bunch of orange blos
soms.
Springtime is coming fast. The mockingbirds
and martins are building their nests. The man
goes and pretty palms are putting on their green
clothes to tight the battle with tlie salt v sea breeze
from the Gulf and olil Tampa hay which are al
ways in motion) through the long summer days.
I live on the coast and spend a great deal of my
spare time gathering sea shells and helping catch
sharks, which is a great sport to young and old.
Any of the cousins will receive a nice little pack
age of pretty shells by sending stamps to pay
postage.
Nathalie Wade, Leslie, Ga.—We live in a nice
little towu’on the Sam road, and have two good
churches, and a good school and two Sunday
schools. , , ,
1 am working for our new M. E. Church, and col
lecled nearly $4 the first week.
We are making a quilt, and get every one that
will to give us a dime, and put their names on our
quilt square.
I have no pets, but spend all my spare, time help
ing mamma, as I am her only girl. 1 have two
little brothers and had a little sister, but God took
her to live with Him. nearly five years ago.
Correspondents solicited. Age, ten.
Elza Springer, Flag, O. lam a little boy eleven
ye ns old. My aunt takes The Constitution, and I
like the Young Folks' Corner very much.
I live in the country on a beautiful side hill.
I have lots of tun when there is snow, riding on
my little sled. I pull it to the top of the orchard
and then ride down to the house.
I have a pet dog, 1 call him watch: ho comes to
meet me when I come home from school. 1 have
about one mile to go to school. 1 miss a good of
school on account of having the croup. I wish
some ol the cousins would tell me a cure for it.
Boys, why don’t you write; don't let the girls
gei ahead of us.
What man was it that never was a boy?
Hailey Granlee, Newton Ville, Ala.—l will de
scribe my home. I live two miles from the post
olllce, and eleven miles from Fayette, a small
town on the Georgia Pacific railroad. Fayette is
the county seat, and Montgomery, Ala., is the
ca pi tai.
Sipsev river runs a mile and a half from our
lions, and in the summer we have a nice time fish
ing and bathing.
The farmers have been coop-up so long on ac
count of bad weather; they are glad to seethe
sun shine, and are putting in tull time these pret
ty days.
1 am going into the fish business. I have a pond
and some little carp fish. 1 have not quite finished
the pond pond yet, but will finish it in the near
future.
Correspondents solcited.
"11. ,T. S„” Alderson, W. Va.—The Constitution
has offered us all a splendid opportunity to develop
the an of letter writing, and surely- we should not
be slow to take advantage of it.
Let us all try to improve our letters from week
to week, so that in the thousands of homes in
which I he Constitution enters, the old as well as
young will always turn with eager interest to the
tenth pige.
Let our improvement lie so marked that the edi
tors will not be slow- in realizing that the Young
Folks' Corner is no small factor in the make-up ol
the grand old southern weekly.
1 would like a lew correspondents.
Nolman Britton. Peters, Ark.—l live on an island.
The high water mis backed up and surrounded our
borne. We have a tine time boat riding and hunt
ing wild ducks and geese.
1 expect some ot the cousins don’t know that
part of Mississippi is on the west side of the riv
er, on the Arkansas side. Years ago, duringa big
overflow, the river changed its course, cutting off
7,060 acres on this side. It is called Peters Island,
and is my home. But it is not really an island,
only in times of high water.
Frank J. Smyth, 874 Western Ave., Lynn, Mass.
I live in Hie city of Lynn, which is situated in the
eastern part of' Massachusetts. 1 go to the high
school and like my studies very well. The high
school is a large, new. building.
The boys of the school formed two battalions,
the English and Classical. I go to the English
high and like the drilling very much. In the lat
ter part of this month comes the annual prize drill
in which there is a competitive and company drill.
There is one company prize, two junior and two
senior prizes.
There is also a Field Day in May, which is held
in the different cities and towns belonging to
this regiment and is to be held at Heading this
year. There is a prize for the best battalion in the
iegimont. 1 will close, after asking lor corre
spondents from either sex and giving my age,
which is fifteen.
B. F. Russell and W. T. Hickman. Clear Water.
Fla. We two are happy down here in this land of
flowers and oranges. We wish all of the cousins
could be here to here to help eat oranges, and es
pecially Aunt, Susie.
I low we wish all of the con sins could take a trip
out on the island on tho Gulf of Mexico to gather
sea. shells; what a tine time we could have.
In about two months we will begin to hunt tur
tle on the island, and then we are going to have
fun. Sometimes we go shark fishing and catch
some very large ones. The average length of them
are from six to twelve feet, and are as big round
as a barrel.
Sometimes we go striking tarpon. The way we
catch them we have a long line fastened to our
boat, lor when we strike one he starts off with
gioat speed and carries our boat swiftly over the
water.
We would like to correspond with some of the
cousins from every state in the union.
Alice Gray, Dickersonvillc, Va. —I certainly did
enjoy reading Aunt Susie’s letters about the
world's fail. 1 did not get to go, but nana and sis
ter went, and enjoyed their trip very much.
1 am thirteen years old and weigh 123 pounds
There are six of us in family, but there are only
lour ot us at home, as my oldest brother and sister
are away at school.
Me are making maple syrup. We just opened
our trees last Friday, so we have not made much
yet. 1 live on a iarin. Papa has 113 little lambs.
1 have been going to school, but our school is out.
How did George Washington come into posses
sion of the estate at Mt. Vernon?
Willie Calvin Holley, Patterson, Ga.—l am the
son of Levey Holley. I was born in Atlanta; my
mother died there. After her death I lived with
my grandmother, Mrs. Stanford.
Father is about five feet high: dark hair and
dark eyes and dark beard and lair skin, strongly
built and well formed man. His age is near forty.
1 lived with my grandmother until the age of five,
when iny father and 1 went to Charleston, S. <’.,
where we parted, 1 coming to Fierce county,
Georgia, which has been my home ever, father
going trom one place to another, until 1 lost sight
ol him. Ho was then engineer for the express,
We afterward met at the depot m Atlanta, Ga.
He took me to supper with him that. We parted,
T-tLK WKGKGY UOJN STIT U TiOJN : ATLANTA. GA., TUESDAY, APRIL 10, 1594.
ho going to Birmingham, Ala, me coining to
Georgia.
I have nevr seen him since. 1 was then eight
years old; I hive wished for him many, many
times. In 1893, news came that he was in Atlanta
driving a street ear.
lam now grown; it has been eight years sin ce I
saw my lather. 1 have many friends, but none
t ake the place of a father. I am poor, cannot of
-a reward, but I pray to God that this letter will
fall in good hands of one who knows him, and
will give me news of him.
Lorena M. Smith, Cleburne, Texas —Cousins,
Texas is the most delightful place on the globe
now, for it is neither cold nor warm, it is a happy
medium.
You should see us wild boys and girls, all
mounted on our wild mustangs, go bounding over
the prairies at full speed, then you would agree
with me, that we are the happiest people extant.
We grow cotton, corn, oats and wheat, and in
fact everything that a rich alluvial soil can pro
duce.
lam now visiting at Cleburne, one of the most
be.i nt iI ill cities that 1 ever saw, and the people are
the kindest 1 over knew.
As I look out of my south window, I see bound
less tracts of land f reshly stirred up by the indus
trious farmers. A great deal of the corn is planted
and what is not will soon be, for the ground is
ready for it.
The March wind is sears ul in Texas every year,
but I enjoy living here better than back east, as
the Texans say. 1 must close as 1 hear footsteps,
and I well know that it means a ride, and lam
ever ready to go.
Hark ! 1 hear brother saying in a loud, boister
ous tone, "Old Stonewall is saddled, and the crowd
is moving, hurry up if you are going,” and of
course I am going, so goodby.
If any of the cousins would like to hear from a
Texan, I would be pleased to hear from you.
Brother and I intend staying three months ; isn’t
that nice, though?
Capitola Pope, McDonough, G».-One of our
cousins asked sometime ago, who succeeded to the
throne after Gustavus Adolphus? 1 will try and
answer it:
Under the latter prince, who began his reign in
1611, the importance of Sweden rose to its great
est height; his armies supported the Protestant
interest of Europe, while his domestic policy es
tablished good order in his kingdom.
He reduced the greater part of Livonia, and
penetrated so far into Germany as to become for
midable to the emperor; but in the year 1632 he lost
his life at the battle of Lutzen, dying in the arms
of victmy.
This prince was one of those rare mortals that
join to the abilities of a great warrior and states
man the virtues that reline and exalt humanity.
In his life and death lie gained the noblest reward
that worth like his could crave.
His daughter, Christina, succeeded to the throne
in 1633, when only six years of age. 8 lie wrested
Irom Norway and Denmark the territories of
demptland and Hargedalen, with the islands of
Gothland and Doland, and in 1648 added upper
Pomerania, Bremen, Verden and Wismar, to the
Swedish dominions.
She was no less remarkable for her learning and
capacity, than for her singularities of conduct.
In the year 1654, that princess solemnly resigned
the crown of Sweden, and was very instrumental
in advancing to the throne her cousin, Charles
Gustavus, prince palatine of Deux-l’orts, son of
John Casimir, prince palatine of the Rhine, by-
Catharine, daughter of Charles IX., and sister to
Gustavus Adolphus, wh one ot her subjects had
wished her to have made her husband. Charles,
who coveted a crown rather than a marriage with
his cousin, in 1658 added Schonen, Holland and
other places to the Swedish dominion.
THE PRIZE STORY.
The following story by Miss Selene
Armstrong, of Washington, Ga., was se
lected as the winner of the prize of $5 in
gold offered by The Constitution, two
weeks ago to the girl under fifteen years
of age sending us the best fairy
story. It was considered by the committee
chosen to award the prize the best story in
over two hundred offered. The story was
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selected because of its imaginative excel
lence and the charming style in which it
is written. It differs entirely- from any
of the other stories received and we think
our readers will agree with us that it is
a beautiful little sketch —one that would
do credit to a writer twice the age of
the young' author.
The Dentil of the Robin.
“Hush! hush! tread lightly,” said the
Wind to the Leaves the day before Easter.
The Leaves were not in a very good hu
mor and said crossly;
“Pray, what must we do that for,
master?”
"Because.” answered the Wind sorrowful
ly, “the Hobin, the king of song and the
prince of our beautiful wood, lies beneath
the willow down by the brook—yes, lies
’neath the willow—a corpse, cold and stiff.”
The hearts of the Leaves at once softened,
for every year, when cruel winter was
about to take the beautiful Leaves from
the stately trees and scatter them heart
lessly on the ground to become wrinkled,
brown and ugly with age, no bird sang so
cheeringly for them as the Robin. And
when they heard the sad news they began
to weep and say: “Oh, how ungrateful we
have been to the dear Robin. How much
we owe him, and, alas, that we cannot re
pay him!”
“Stop fretting,” said the Wind, "yonder
goes a beautiful fairy, the fairy of our
grove. Come with me. I will blow one of
her slippers to the willow and when she
finds it she will also find the Robin, and
perhaps she will bury him under the oak
where violets grow, and she will plant some
on his grave. Now you stay by the grave
until winter comes, and, when ’tis cold
cover the violets with yourselves that they
may live and bloom next Easter.”
The Leaves readily agreed and said:
"Ah, master, how kind you are.”
So they walked on. The Wind carried
them gently along. Again the Leaves spoke
and said: "Tell us what killed our prince?”
"It is,” said the Wind, “a short story, but
I’ll tell you. You know,” he began, "the
red bird that dwells at the top of the hill.
Well, he wooed and won her and they were
to be wedded today, but his future bride
proved false and loved another. That is
all.”
By this time they had reached the fairy
and suddenly the Wind blew one of her
slippers rapidly to the willow. She ran and
recovered it, but lo! the slipper wasn’t ail
she saw. There lay the Robin—dead! She
raised him tenderly and caressed him.
“I will bury him,” she said, looking
around, “under the oak and plant violets on
the grave.”
So saying this she went to the oak and
buried him. The Leaves, true to their
promise, watched by the violets until winter
was over. But not quite all! When, Easter
morning, the Wind was going to the grave—
unspoken joy—he found a lily which he bore
to the oak and placed at Robin’s head.
There he found the fairy—singing. ’Twas
this:
“Let the earth with gladness sing.”
SELENE ARMSTRONG.
Washington, Ga.
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
Jemima, a favorite name among the He
brews, means a dove.
Richard is a genuine Saxon name, mean
ing the powerful one.
Taking it year in and year out, the cold
est hour of each twenty-four is 5 o’clock
in the morning.
Texas Siftings: A Boston man, reading that
there were 3,000 Poles in New York, ex
claimed: “What a splendid place to raise
beans.”
In eleven principal western states the
building of 26,600 miles of railroad line
caused the settlement of 93,500,000 acres of
farming land.
Kate Field’s Washington: Jinks—l don't
think it looks well for a minister to wear
diamonds. Filkins—Why not; aren’t there
sermons in stones?
New York Ledger: She—And what have
you been studying since you left college,
law or medicine? He—Neither; economy.
Spare Moments: Beggar—Have you a
copper you can spare, sir? Carleton—Yes,
you will find him in the kitchen making
love to the cook.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.
We are republishing in The Constitution,
some of the best short stories of the
great Danish writer, Hans Christian An
dersen, “The Children’s Friend,” as he
is called in his native land. Doubtless
many of these stories are already famiPar
to many of our young readers, but they
are well worth reading again. There never
lived a man who wrote purer, sweeter sto
ries than Hans Christian Andersen. His
style is regarded as a model of purity, and
those who read his stories when children
never grtfw tired of them in after years.
We will continue to publish each week for
some time a selection from among the best
of Andersen’s short stories for the children.
Do you know, children, that the great
man to whose fairy tales so many little peo
ple have listened with delight was the son
of a poor shoemaker, and received a scanty
education at a charity school?
Born in the city of Ordense, in Denmark,
in the year 1805, he died in Copenhagen in
1875; but many of those years which were
crowned w-ith such honor were years of hard
work, disappointment and poverty.
“The land of promise,” says a great
writer, belonging to our own country, “lies
ever beyond the mountain.” This was a
beautiful way of telling us that no success
is ever attained without many struggles,
and in the boyhood of Hans Andersen we
have an excellent illustration of the truth
of the saying.
The boy’s lather died when he was only
nine years old, and not long atterward the
kind widow of a clergyman took pity upon
the desolate little fellow and engaged mm
lo read aloud to the family.
When he grew a little older and it was
necessary for him to enter upon work in
earnest, employment was secured tor him at
a manufactory, but the workmen, who were
a rough lot, so ill-treated him that he was
compelled to give up this employment. The
workmen must have been very thoughtless
and selfish, Indeed, for upon many an occa
sion had the sweet-voiced, bright child en
livened the time for them by singing and
reciting.
Some friends who had been struck with
his agreeable voice, auvised his mother to
send him to the theater, but this she would
not do, having decided to make a tailor of
him. He never appeared to favor this idea,
but before his apprenticeship begun, ob
tained permission to go to Copenhagen and
witness the performance of a play. Accord
ingly, in 1819, and at the age ot fourteen,
he found himself alone in the big city, with
only a very little money. He sought an en
gagement at the theater, but was not ac
ceptable because of his awkwardness and
ignorance. Soon afterward he presented
himself to Professor Siboni, director of the
Royal Conservatory, who was exceedingly
kind to him and caused him to be instructed
as a singer for the stage.
At the end of six months, however, his
voice failed him, and he then went to a
poet named Goldberg, and told his story.
By this kind man’s aid he was able to
struggle on for several years, and during
(his bine in his struggling youth, he seems
to have spent every moment possible for
study, for tlie little glimpse at the big
world had shown him how very ignorant he
was. Finally a good man named Collin,
a councillor, who had seen something of
young Andersen, and his patient toil, se
cured his admission into one of the gov
ernment schools free of expense, and it is
to his kindness that we are indebted foi
those wonderful lairy tales which so many
small people all over the world have en
joyed; for if Ilans had not received a more
thorough education than that gotten at the
charity school he surely could have written
notlrng worth reading.
Was he not a plucky and courageous
fellow ?
THE FLYING TRUNK.
By linns Christian Andersen.
There was once a merchant, who was so
rich that he could pave the whole street
with gold, and almost have enough left for
a little lane. But he did not do that; he
knew how to employ his money differently.
When he spent a shilling he got back a
crown, such a clever merchant was he;
and this continued till he died.
His son now got all this money; and he
lived merrily, going to the masquerade
every evening, making kites out of dollar
notes, and playing at ducks and d’- kes
on the seacoast with gold pieces of pebbles.
Tn this way the money might soon be spent,
and indeed it was so. At last he had r.o
more than four shillings left, and no
clothes to wear but a pair of slippers and
an old dressing gown. Now bis friends old
not trouble themselves any more about him,
as they could not. walk with him in tne
street, but one of them, who was good na
tured, sent him an old trunk, with she re
mark, “Pack up!” Yes, that was all verv
well, but ho hail nothing to pack, therefore
he seated himself in the trunk.
That was a wonderful trunk. So soon as
any one pressed the lock the t-unk could
fly. He pressed it. and whirr! away flew
the tr ink with him through the chimney
and over the clouds, farther and farther
away. But as often as the bottom of tlie
trunk cracked a little he was in great fear
lest it might go to pieces, and then he
would have flung a fine somersault! In
that wav he came to the land of the Turks.
He hid the trunk in a, wood under some dry
leaves, and then went into the town. He
could do that very well, for among the
Turks all the people went about, dressed
like himself in dressing gown and slippers.
Thon lie met a nurse with a little child.
“Here, you Turkish nurse.” he began,
“what kind of a great castle is that close
by the town, in which the windows are so
high up?”
“There dwells the sultan's daughter,”
replied she. "It is prophesied that she
will be very unhappy respecting a lover;
and therefore nobody may go near her,
unless the sultan and sultana are there,
too.”
“Thank you,” said the Merchant’s Son:
and lie went out into the forest, seated
himself in his trunk, flew on the roof, and
r—ent through tlie window intc the prin
cess’ room.
She was lying asleep on the sofa, and she
was so beautiful that the Merchant’s Son
was compelled to kiss her. Then she awoke
and was startled very much: b::t he said
he was a Turkish angel who had come
down to her through the air, and that
pleased her.
They sat down side by side, and he told
her stories about her eyes: and he told her
they were the most glor'Mtus dark lakes,
and that thoughts were swimming about in
them like mermaids. And He told her about
her forehead: that it was a snowy moun
tain with the most splendid Halls and
pictures. And be told her about the stork
who brings the lovely little children.
Yes. those were line histories! Then he
asked the princess if she would marry him,
and she said “Yes,” directly.
“But. you must come here on Saturday,”
said she. “Then the sultan end sultana
will be here to tea. They will be verv
proud that T am to marry a Turkish angel.
But take care that you know a very pr"ttv
storv. for both my parents are very fond
of stories. My mother likes thorn high
flown and moral, but my father Dices them
merry, so that one can laugh.”
“Yes. I shall bring no marriage gift but a
story.” said he: and so thev parted. But
the princess gave him a saber, the sheath
embroidered witli gold pieces, and that was
ver’' useful to him.
Now ho flew away. bongjit a new dressing
gown, and sat in the forest and made up
a story: It was to be readv by Saturday,
and that was not an easy thing.
Bv the time he bad finished it Saturday
b-ni come. Th" sultan and his wife and
all the court were at. the princess’ to tea
He was received very gracious!’'.
“Will vou relate us a story?” said the
sultana; “one that is deep and edifying.”
“Yes, but one that we can laugh at,”
said the sultan.
"Certainly.” ho replied; and so began.
And now listen well:
“There was once a bundle of matches,
and those matches wore n-irtici’’T’v proud
of their high descent. Their ge
nealogical tree. that is to sav,
the great fir-tree of which each
of them was a little splinter, had been
a great old tree out in th" forest. The
matches now lay between a tinder-box and
an old iron pot: and thev were ’piling about
the days of their youth. ‘Yes. when we
were anon the green boughs' Every morn
ing and even’nir there whs dia. nond tea for
us—l mean dew: we had sunshine all day
long whenever the sun shone, and all the
little birds had to t"ll stories. Wo could
sec very well that we were .'ich, for the
other trees were onlv dressed out in sum
mer, ■while our family had the means to
wear green dresses in the winter as well.
But then the wood cutter cam". ]>ii« a great
revolution, and our family was broken tin.
The head of the family got an appointment
as mainmast In a first-rate ship, which
could sail round the world if necessary; the
other branches wont to other pieces, and
now we have the office of kindling a light
for the vuluar herd. That’s how we grand
people came to be in the kitchen.’
" ‘Mv fate was of different kind.’ said the
Iron Pot. which stood next to the Matches.
•From the beginning, ever since 1 came into
the world, there has been a great deal
of securing and eooking done in me. I leak
after the practical nart, and am the first
here in the house. My only pleasure Is to
sit In my plane after dinner, vew elean
and neat, and to carry on a sensible con-
versa'lon with my comrades. But except
the Water Pot, which is sometimes taken
down into the courtyard, we always live
within our four walls. Our only news mon
ger is the Market Basket; but he speaks
very uneasily about tlie government ana
the people. Yes, the other day ‘here wa
an old pot that fell down, from fright, and
burst. He’s liberal, I can tell you! NOW
you’re talking too much,’ the Imder liox
interrupted, and tlie steel struck against
the flint, so that sparks Hew out. btian
we not have a merry evening;
“ ‘Yes, let us talk about who is the grand
est,’ said the Matches. ,
“ ‘No, I don’t like to talk about myself,
retorted the pot. 'Let us get up an evening
entertainment. I will begin. 1 will tell a
story from real life, something that every
one has experienced, so that we can easily
imagine the situation, and take pleasure in
it. On the Baltic, by the Danish shore
“ ‘That's a pretty beginning!’ cried all
the Plates. ‘That will be a story we shall
like.’
“ ‘Yes, it happened to me in my youth,
when I lived in a family where the furni
ture was polished, the floors scoured, and
new curtains were put up every fort
night.’
“ ‘What an interesting way you have of
telling a story!' said the Oarpet Broom.
‘One can tell directly that a man is speak
ing who has been in woman's society.
There's something pure runs through it.’
“And the Pot went on telling his story,
and the end was as good as the begin
ning.
“All the Plates rattled with joy. and the
Carpet Broom brought some green parsley
out of the dust-hole, and put it like a
wreath on the pot. for he knew that it
would vex the others. ‘lf 1 crown him to
day,' he thought, 'he will crown me tomor
row.’
“ ‘Now I’ll dance!’ said the Fire Tongs;
and they danced. Preserve us! how that
implement could lift up one leg! The old
chair cushion burst to see it. ’Shall I be
crowned, too?’ thought the Tongs; and in
deed a wreath was awarded.
“ ‘They’re only common people after all,’
thought the Matches.
“Now the Tea Urn was to sing; but she
said she had taken cold, and could not
' sing unless she felt boiling within. But
that was only affectation; she did not want
to sing, except when she was in the parlor
with the grand people.
“In the window sat an old Quill Pen. with
which the maid generally wrote; there
was nothing remarkable about this pen,
except that it had been dipped too deap
into the ink, but she was proud of that.
‘lf the Tea Urn won’t sing,' sb? said, 'she
may leave it alone. Outside hangs a n'ght
ingale in a cage, and h'e car. sing. He
hasn’t had any education, but this even
ing we’ll say nothing about that.'
“‘I think it very wrong.’ said the Tea
Kettle—he was the kitchen singer, and half
brother to the Tea Urn—‘that that rich and
foreign bird should be listened to! Is that
patriotic?- Let the Market Basket decide?’
“‘1 am vexed.’ said the Market Basket.
‘No one can imagine how mu h 1 am se
cretly vexed. Is that a proper way of
spending the evening? Would it not be
more sensible to put the nouse in order?
Let each one go to his own place, anil I
will arrange the whole game. That would
be quite another thing.’
“ ‘Yet. let us make a disturbance, - cried
they all. Then the door opened, and the
maid came in, and they all stood still;
not one stirred. But there was not one pot
among them who did not Know wnat he
could do. and how grand he was. ‘Yes,
if I had liked,’ each one thought, it might
have been a very merry evening.'
“Tlie servant girl took the Ma'ches and
lighted the fire with thttm. Mercy! how
they sputtered and burst into flame! 'Now
every one can see.’ thought they, 'that we
are the first. How we shine! what a light!’
—and they burned out.”
“That was a. capital story,” said the sul
tana. “I feel myself quite carried away
to the kitchen, to tlie Matches. Yes, now
thou shalt marry our daughter.”
“Yes. certainly,” said the sultan, “thou
shalt marry our daughter on ?.londay.”
And they called him thou, because he was
to belong to the family.
The wedding was decided on, and on the
evening before it the whole city was illu
minated. Bi. uits and '-[..ke.. thrown
among the people, the street boys stood on
their toes, calle-1 out “Ht..rah!” and whis
tled on their fingers. It was uncommonly
spb ndld.
“Vi s, I shall have to give something as a
ticat.” thought the Merchant's Son. So he
bought rockets and crackers, and everv
imaginable sort of firework, put them all
into his trunk, and flew up into the air.
“Crack!” how they went, and how they
went off! All tlie Tuiks hopped up with
such a start that their slippers flow about
their ears; such a meteor they had never
yet seen. Now they could understand that
it must lie a Turkish angel who was going
to marry the princess.
What stories people tell! Every one
whom he asked about it had seen it in a
separate way- but one a:id .all thought it
fine.
“1 saw the Turkish angel myself,’’ said
one. “Ho had eyes like glowing stars, ami
a beard like foaming watei ’
“He flew up in a fiery mantle,” said an
other; “the most lovely little cherub peeped
fo>'th from among tin- folds.”
Yes, thev were wonderful things that he
heard; and on the following day he was to
be married.
Now he wont back ta the forest to rest
himself in his trunk. Rut what had be
come of that? A spark from the fireworks
had set fire to it. and the trunk was burn
ed to ashes. He could not fly any more,
ami could not get to his bride.
She stood ail day on the roof waiting;
and most likely she is waiting still. But ho
wanders through the world, telling fairy
tales; but they are not so merry as that
one he told about the matches.
I Dunno.
Whose foottracks on the floor
Whose thumb-marks on the door?
I dunno.
Whose little hat can this be?
I found under the orange tree?
I dunno.
Who broke this glass I wonder?
And tore this sheet asunder?
I dunno.
Who stole my jelly cake
I took so long to make?
I dunno.
Yes you do, Robert Drew;
Y'ou know right well twas you.
—Tommy Trimmers.
New Orleans, March, 1894.
A Juvenile View.
“Tell me, mamma,” Dolly prays—
At my knee she sweetly begs—
Is it the Welsh rabbit lays
All these yellow Easter eggs?”
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!n a Series of Prizes Based
On the Best Estimates of
Tliis Year’s Cdllosi Crop
This SI,OOO will be in addition to our
numerous other premiums aud prizes, and
every new subscriber, or every renewal, has
the privilege of contending for every prize
in this or any other of the several prize
contests instituted for our subscribers.
THE PLAN.
The prospective size of this year’s supply
is the determining factor of this year's
prices. Hence, everybody is interested ia
the probable size of the cotton crop of
1893-04 —the crop which is already harvest
ed and which is now being marketed. The
official announcement of the size of this
crop will be made about September 1, 1804,
and the figures accepted in determining this
contest will be those of the New Orleans
cotton exchange.
The prizes will be awarded and
THE SI,OOO DIVIDED
among the successful guessers just as soon
as the official announcement of the New
Orleans cotton exchange is made.
THE PRIZES.
There will be SI,OOO in prizes, to be
divided aud distributed as follows:
First Prize.
SIOO IN GOLD to the person making the
nearest estimate of the official announce
ment of the size of the crop.
Second Prize.
S2OO IN GOLD to the next closest
guess.
Third Prize.
A S2OO SCHOLARSHIP and board in a
leading university for one year, transferabla
if the winner desires, and available for
male or female. This prize for the third
nearest guess.
Fourth Prize.
A SIOO TRIP TO HAVANA, Cuba, and
return, this amount including railroad
and steamship fare from the home of the
winner to Havana and return, and allowing
enough for expenses for a delightful week
or ten days’ trip for the fourth tiearexC
guesser.
Fifth Prize.
A SIOO TRIP TO THE CITY Ob'
MEXICO, traveling expenses to be borne
by The Constitution, including all railroad
transportation to the above amount. This
prize for the fifth nearest guesser.
Till-: CONTEST.
The conditions governing this contest are
very simple, indeed. Every person who
sends his own name or any other name,
or a renewal, for oue year's subscription to
The Weekly Constitution will be entitled
to make an estimate in this contest.
He can make a guess for every sub
scriber sent, and the names so sent will
also be entitled to a subscriber's guess.
Thus, if a person sends us tbe names of
six subscribers, he can make six guesses,
and each of the names he sends will be
entitled to a guess. He can send a guess
with every additional subscriber.
All clubbing subscriptions are entitled to
participate in this contest.
Every guesser is required to write his
name and address on a separate piece of
paper, on which should be written his
guess in legible figures.
No guess will be entered that is not
accompanied by cash for the subscriptions
sent.
Other Crops.
In order that the guessers may have a
fair insight into the statistics concerning
past cotton crops, we present herewith the"
total crops from the year 1877 to 1891,
inclusive, as follows:
Year 1 Bales Year | Bales
1577 ... .1 4,485.423 11 1884.. . .1 5,714,053
.S7B ... .| 4,841,26511 Jt ’ s '! •• • • 5,66'J,‘‘2t
7.::! ;
18S2 .. . .1 »• •“ Is'JU ... .1 7.313,726
.... H 9'1... I .1 i 14
1884. .. . 5,714,0521 | 184,2.. .. ..| 6,700,355
’1 HE CONTEST NOW OPEN
A special clerk has been assigned to tha
work of compiling the thousands of guesses
that will be received in tffis contest be
tween now and next September. Special
books have been prepared, by which careful
record will be kept for every guess, so that
there will be no possible contusion in tha
award of tlie one thousand dollars which
The Constitution offers, and which will ba
distributed in settlement of this contest.
The contest is now open, and every new
subscriber or renewal of a subscription ja
entitled to a guess in accordance with the
conditions above stated. It is not every
day that a paper gives away one thousand
dollars in one contest; but The Constitution
uoes this to interest its readers. This is
but one of several contests that The Con
stitution will run during the coming year.
The contest above announced is the most
interesting that The Constitution has offer
ed in a long time, and it is a splendid op
portunity for its subscribers to make a test
of their guessing ability.
BE SURE TO PUT YOUR GUESS ON
A SEPERATE PIECE OF PAPER AND
SIGN' FULL NAME AND BOSTOFFICIfI
ADDRESS.