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CHE old grandfather clock stood
in the little bare hall. It was a
tall dignified clock in a beautiful
mahogany case, which made the
woodwork of the little hall and nar
row stairway look all the more gliabby
and cheap by contrast. Constance
thought of this as she dusted the
shiny old wood, and little Pauline who
sat on the last step of the stasr said:
"We got the old clock anyway,
hasn’t we?”
“Yes,” Connie replied, "but we
wouldn't have it if it wasn’t for Great
Grandpa Bennett’s writing inside."
She opened the clock and looked in
at the square of yellowed paper pasted
in the back behind the pendulum. The
ink on the paper was fadded a rusty
brown, but the writing was bold and
clear:
"Don't sell the old clock.”
Just then a door banged heartily
and in stamped Edgar, throwing down
his cap and wanting to know “how
about eats." Ho had been working
In his garden patch all the morning
and was ravenous. A smell of Irish
stew came from the kitchen where
"We Got The Old Clock Anyway, Hasn’t Wr?”
WHAT ONE WOMAN DID
BATTLE OP MONMOUTH COURT HOUSE—JUNE 28, 1778.
I WISH I was a boy,” sighed Polly,
“girls never amount to anything
anyhow.”
"How can you say such a thing?"
exclaimed mother, "Why women are
doing more and more wonderful things
every day.”
"But I meant that I wanted to be a
boy so I could fight if ever we have
another war. Who ever heard of a
girl amounting to anything in a real
war.”
"How about Joan of Arc?” said
Cousin Betty.
“Oh that was in Prance and ever so
long ago, besides—”
“And Florence Nightingale," inter
rupted mother.
“But what girls ever did anything
worthwhile' in our history?” asked
Dolly.
“I’ll tell you about one,” said moth
er. “Her name was Molly Pitcher.
Molly was a young woman who loved
her country and its cause above all
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Mrs. Bennett hummed a tune as she
worked. Constance ran to help, as
the old clock gravely tolled the hour.
“Mummy dear," said Constance, ar
ranging the dishes on the plain
kitchen table, "don’t you think Great
Grandpa Bennett was kind of silly
to write that in the clock. How was
he to know what was going to hap
pen?"
"He left your grandfather well oft,
with a good farm and house,” replied
Mrs. Bennett.
“Well, Grandpa didn’t need to sell
the clock and neither did Uncle
Harry,” Constance said.
"And neither would we need to if
Daddy was alive,” put in Edgar.
A sad little silence fell on the three
and at last the mother said cheerily:
"We don’t need to sell the old clock
yet, though it is nice to know that
at any time I can sell the case alone
for a hundred dollars. It’s like hav
ing so much money In the house. We’ll
never sell the works, but if worst
comes to worst there's always the
case."
"Remember how Dad used to stanif
else. When the American Revolution
was fought Molly’s husband with many
other young men of his town joined
the American forces, and poor Molly
left at home yearned to be with him
and to help him and her country as
well. But yearning serves no good
end unless action accompanies It, and
Molly Pitcher let no opportunity for
service pass her by. When the Battle
of Monmouth Court House was fought,
Molly could stand the thought of her
own uselessness no longer, so she went
out onto the battlefield saying to her
self: ‘Well, if 1 can't fight, at any
rate I can help.' The battle was
fought In the summer on the twenty
eighth of June, a sizzling hot day.
Molly did not have to be told what
to do. With buckets of cold water
she marched up and down the lines,
braving the fire of the enemy guns
and offered the cooling water to the
parched and thirsty men. Dying men
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in front of it after he’d wound it and
say: ‘Well, we'll never sell the old
clock?’” said Edgar,
“Yes!” cried his mother. “And we
never will unless onr very lives dr
pend on it. We have sold everything
else, children, but we’ll keep the old
clock!”
Constance looked about the poor
little room, the soap boxes used for
chairs, her mother's battered old
rocking chair and thought what a
very great deal a hundred dollars
could buy. Dinner was ready at last.
Connie sliced the bread and put on a
pitcher of milk, then she called Paul
ine. There was no answer.
“Pauline never comes when I call,”
Connie said impatiently.
Mrs. Bennett was the joliiest, rosi
est and plumpest of mothers, with the
bluest eyes and readiest" smile and
the best of tempers. She merely
laughed at her daughter’s crossness
and went out to look for Pauline.
“I’m getting real mean,” Connie
said a little shamed. “But do you
know why? It's because I keep look
ing at that old clock and thinking
what a great big useless thing It is
blessed her as she came to their aid.
Fighting men blessed her for the re
lief she brought them. Molly was
ready for any emergency. Her hus
band was in charge of one of the large
cannon. Often he had explained the
workings of the machine to his wife
during his hours of ‘leave’ and Molly
had remembered all his words. An
enemy shot and Molly's husband fell.
What would the company do without
their brave man at the cannon? Molly
did not hesitate. She put aside her
pails of water and stepped to the side
of her husband’s silent cannon. The
men eyed her with wonder. Undis
mayed by the fury of the fight she
kept at her post until the battle was
over. Brave Molly Pitcher! The sol
diers whispered her name with awe.
It spread down the lines and the talc
of her valor with It. Finally General
Washington heard of the brave woman
who had so gallantly taken her hur-
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2. When I order a gown from
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3. We met them at Cheater.
4. Don’t trouble, Jenny has car
fare.
5. When the bull came after us I
Jumped over the fence and Rob rushed
after me.
6. Tea, we ate roast duck for din
ner today.
7. American dynamo’s are the best
In the world.
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and how silly and out-of-place It looks
in the hall and how much we need
some money. Tick-lock, tlck-tock!
The very sound makes jne tired!"
"Why Connie!" cried her brother.
"You are out-of-sorts today!"
"I hear Mummy calling,” Constance
said listening. "She hasn't found
Pauline yet. We'd better help."
"She must have dropped to sleep
somewhere,” said Edgar, "she always
comes for Mummy.”
They went out into the hall and
Constance’s eye fell on the clock. She
noticed that the door was slightly
ajar. She opened It and there stood
Pauline inside.
"You naughty little thing!” cried
Constance. "Didn’t you hear us call?”
"Yes,” said Pauline meekly.
Now Pauline win only meek when
the felt guilty. Her big brother and
sister looked at her suspiciously. Then
Edgar saw what she had done. She
had torn Great Grandpa Bennett’s
writing off the back.
"Mummy will scold you for this,”
he said severely as he picked up the
torn bits of paper scattered on ths
floor.
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AFTERNOONS
Put one heaping teaspoonful tea In
the teapot.
Measure three cupfuls water and
put Into a small saucepan.
Bring to a boll.
As soon us water begin* boiling
pour It Into the teapot.
Del stand till cool.
Put one cupful of this tea, six glass
fuls of water, ono cupful chopped ice
and three thin Biices of lemon Into a
pitcher.
Serve at once.
This is very refreshing In the middle
of the afternoon and Is not strong
enough of tea to do harm to anyone.
This recipe makes two pitchers of
tea- six glassfuls each.
bund's place at a critical moment, and
Molly Pitcher was called before the
great General to receive hie praise.
But more than that. Such bravery
a* hers was not to go unrewarded.
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She Offered The Cording Water To Thu
Thirsty Men.
Molly Pilcher was given the rank of
sergeant and commissioned as a fight
ing man in the American Army.
"t>o you think that girls never
amount to anything? That Is what
on* brave woman did for America,”
"But look!" cried Connie excitedly.
"There's more writing underneath."
Edgar took out hla knife und care
fully sernped away the old writing.
Underneath In tho same bold hand he
read the words:
“One Thousand Dollars In tho
Strong Box.”
“Dots of good that does us!” sighed
Connie.
"Will Mummy be very mad at me?"
piped Pauline meekly. "The floor got
cracked too.”
"Where?”
The chubby little finger pointed to
the bottom of tho clock.
"Oh dear, dear!" cried Connie.
"Why did you ever do It?”
But Edgar wus on hls knees exam
ining the broken case.
"There’s something Inside,” he said
In an excited voice. “It's hard and
black. The clock must have a false
bottom and something 1b hidden here.”
Constance ran to the kitchen and
got a knife, a can opener, a corkscrew
and a screwdriver. Just then Mrs.
Bennett came In looking worried.
"What Is the matter, child?” she
asked, watching her daughter.
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cannon that will do everything *
war cannon will do except kill
people, It will boom, shoot a pro
jectile, belch forth flame and smoke
and recoil If set on a smooth surface
when tired. Besides doing all these
things It has one big advantage It Is
not dangerous.
While this cannon Is made ofwood
It Is not merely a toy to be drawn
about by the little folks, hut Is enjoyed
by the older boys and for any little
fellow who Is old enough to shoot a
fire cracker It Is a protection. Because
ordinarily a firecracker Is held In the
hand not far from the face and eves,
but when shot In the cannon the fuse
is the only part exposed and the barrel
protects the eyes and hands from the
sparks and flying parts of the cracker.
Hlart work on ihe cannon by making
the floor of the car Part (A) It Is
44* x 2* x 444”, Next make the
wheels, they can be cut from a piece
of broom handle, or a stick whittled
round with the Jack knife. But If you
can beg four wooden button moulds
from Mother they will make the best
wheels of all because they are nicely
shaped and finished and have holes
all bored for the screws.
Next make the mounting which con
A WISE TEACHER
Henry Ward Beecher Born June 24, 1831
I DON’T know what is the matter
with Polly Drake,” pouted Sue,
“she Is the most uninteresting girl
I ever talked to. Why we walked
ull the way home from school together
today, and I was never so bored in all
my life."
"What an awful confession,” laughed
Aunt Mary, "But I can’t believe that
Polly Drake was all together to blame.
You are telling tales on yourself, as
well as on your friend.”
"1 -1 don’t think I understand what
you mean," stammered Sue, growing
very red.
“Sit down, and 1 will tell you a lit
tle story,” answered Aunt Mary, and
Sue. who lovod her Aunt’s over-inter
esting tales, settled herself to listen.
"One of the wisest teachers and
best preachers that this country can
boast of was Henry Ward Beecher,
whose birthday occurs on the twenty
fourth of this month. The fame of the
good man had spread far and wide,
and every Sabbath day his church was
filled to Hie doors with an enthusiastic
congregation and visiting friends who
flocked to hear the wise man’s teach
ings. Now one Sunday thero came to
the church a preacher from a small
town nearby, who hud heard of the
wonderful sermons that Beecher al
ways gave nnd who had come to seek
Inspiration. With astonishment he
looked around the crowded church.
Not a head was nodding, not a soul
was snoring, everybody was wide
awake and all were listening attentive
ly to their teacher’s words. ‘Surely,’
thought the visiting preacher, ’There
must be some secret In being able to
attract and hold a congregation as
"Oh, Mummy dear, don’t come into
the hall for a minute," said Connie,
"we may have a lovely surprise for
you!”
Edgar pried up the board and drew
out an old-fashioned Iron strong box
with the key on top. With trembling
Ungers he unlocked It, while Con
stance hugged and kissed little Pauline
whispering that she was a ‘chubby, lit
tle darling’. The lid opened on rusty
hinges and there Inside wero gold
pieces stacked up in neat piles. Then
three excited voices called "Mummy!"
and in bustled tho rosy little mother,
looking as If she did not know what
lo make of her family.
“Why," she cried. “A treasure In
the old clock! What a wonderful
blessing!"
“Now, we can make the house more
comfortable and Edgar can finish
school before he goes to work and you
cun have a new rocker!" cried Con
stance, hugging everybody.
That night as Edgar, now the head
of tho family, aolemnly wound the
clock he said:
"Well, we’ll never sell the old clock.
We never, never will!”
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sists of one piece of Part (B) and two
of Part (C). Part (11) Is a block %"
x 1 44* x 144*. Draw diagonals from
corner to corner to locate the center
of ihe block and at this point bore a
hole for the screw that pivots It to the
Moor of the car. For Parts (C) square
up two pieces %" x 2" x 2 44", draw a
center line and from this lino lay out
the parts according to the detail draw
ing. Bore the holes and plane to the
lay out lines.
Fasten Parts (B) and (C) together
with one Inch brads and then screw
the mounting to the floor of the car.
If It Is desired to turn the mounting
on the car locate the mounting In the
center of the cur although It looks
well a little ahead of the center.
Square up a piece 114" x 1 *4 ~ x 5”
for the barrel. Draw diagonals on
each end to locate the centers and with
a pencil compass or pair of dividers
scribe a 44* circle from the renter Just
located on the front end or muzzle.
Bore a 44" hole about one Inch deep
Into the beck end or breach of the
barrel, remove the hit snd start from
the opposite end and bore till the bit
runs Into the first hole bored. If the
hole was bored half way from each
end and did not meet as It should a
Reverend Beecher does. After serv
ices I will ask him to tell it to me.’
So, when the services were over and
the church empty, the visitor ap
proached the preacher and said:
‘Reverend sir, I have listened with In
terest to your sermon this morning
and have taken your teaching to heart,
but there Is another question about
which I need advice. I, too, am a
preacher and although a goodly num
ber of persons come to my little
church each week, there seems to be
something wrong with my congrega
tion. Throughout most of my sermon
the heads nod and the eyes drop shut.
There are more persons sleeping In my
church on a Sunday morning than
there are In the little grave yard out
side. Tell me please, what can I do
to wake up my congregation?’
"Henry Ward Beecher listened to
the man in silence, and then placing
his hand upon the younger man’s
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shoulder he answered, "Before you can
sltr up your congregation, my man,
you must first wake up the preacher.”
Aunt Mary paused. “Oh, I know
why you are telling me this story,”
cried Sue. "You think that before I
look for things the matter with other
people I should see what is the matter
with me."
"Just that.” agreed Aunt Mary.
"Perhaps you could wake Polly up and
find her Interesting if you would wake
Sue up first mo that she could draw
the best out of Polly. Whenever I find
myself wondering what Is wrong with
other folks I think of wise Henry
Ward Beecher’s words and try to
‘wake up the preacher.'
"He was a wise man.” said Sue, “I’m
going to try to follow hls advice, too.”
And she did.
step would be left at the center of the
barrel which might not allow the fire
cracker to pass out. while If the step
Is near the breach end of the barrel It
can be more easily remedied.
With a square and pencil draw a line
around the barrel two Inches from the
end and from this line to the circle
scribed, round the barrel with a pocket
knife or spoke shave. Chamfer the
breach end 44*. Fasten the barrel In
place with 44" No. 7 Round Head
Screws.
Cut a piece of tin from a tin can and
on It lay out Part (E) as shown by the
detailed drawing. Cut with tin snips
and file to line. Fasten to end of
barrel with 44* No. 1 Round Head
Screws or cigar box nails so It will
open and close over the hole easily.
Disassemble all parts except the
mounting and paint as directed the
barrel blue, mounting white and car
red. When dry assemble and drive a
small staple In the front end of the
floor of Ihe car to which to fasten a
string to draw the cannon.
Open the breach, insert a fire
cracker, leaving the fuse projecting
through the hole In the tin Part (E).
f.lght the fuse and watch firecracker
smoke and Ore shoot from the muzsle
of the gun.