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220 THE SOUTHERN WORLD, APRIL 1,1884. Our Young Folks. candle at the same time lifting a dark | cloth from something in a corner. Write AKain. Dear Editor—Papa takes your valuable paper. “The world, dear child, Is as we take It, and Life, be sure, is what we make it.” WHAT IS IX? BY MATTIE C." SEWARD. Rose buds and violets, and pansies too; Sunshine and birds, and skies of blue; Sparkle and cheeriness every where— What is it that makes the world so fair? I’ve thought what it is I it comes like a chime Of memory-bells from that far-a-way time When Christ was crucified and laid in the tomb: After three days he rose from its gloom And ascended to heaven, in robes of light, Where he dwells amid throngs of angels bright. Every year come the sad, dark days of Lent; Then, when that shadowy time is spent, Come the rose buds, and violets and pansies too, And sunshine and birds, and skies of blue, With sparkle and checriness everywhere, It’s the Easter-time that makes the world fair. They then put him in his grave, cov- _ _ Hor-1 ered him up nicely and were kind enough ror of hftrrora I^'she'diBclosed to view a to leave his head out so he could get 11 think it is the best paper in the world. It is ror 01 norrors I tone aisciostu w view » u annana A Bister worth double the money charged for it. I like . huge skeleton head with eyes like burn- some air. As it happened the L, read the letterg th(3 Uttle folkg write j thlnlc = ing coals, and fiery rows of big teeth came along in time to see poor auckie s they are tke ^ egt letters that I ever read in my Scream I unhappy plight, and rescued him from his untimely grave. When reprimanded Clare opened her big blue eyes and demurely explained, “ Why, I didn’ t know it would hurt him! ’ ’ Written specially for Southern World.] A Warning for Practical JokerH. ' BY JENNIE N. STANDIFER. One bright moonlight night in cheery, brisk October, Grandfather and Grand mother Ray had gathered in their old fashioned, roomy farm house a dozen or so children and grandchildren for a pleasant reunion. They were all seated in the large fam ily sitting room enjoying the first fire of the season; the grown people telling merry tales of days gone by, and the children toasting rosy apples and chest nuts before the fire. Seated apart, whis pering and laughing, were two young girls of fourteen or fifteen years of age. One was Lena Ray, a granddaughter of the house; the other Mary Davis, an or phan the Rays had adopted and cared for from childhood. They were bright, mischievous girls, and often in their love of fun carried practical jokes to an ex tent that was quite annoying to the vic tims. The younger children were their special prey. Mary was of a pliant, weak nature, and readily accepted Lena as leader in any prank her fancy con jured up. On this especial night, after much whispering, they slipped from the room and remained out some time. When they came in Lena said: “ Children, do come out in the moon light and let’s have some fun. It’s just cool enough for a game of base.” “ You two have some mischief on foot,” said pale, quiet little Robbie.Lee, who was his grandparents’ own darling. Ever a delicate, fragile child and an or phan since babyhood, he was the pet of the whole family. He was now ten years old and a boy of an unusually bright mind. Lena, I’m sorry to say, in her love of fun and frolic, didn’t consider consequences or peoples’ feelings either, as Robbie had learned from sad experi ence. “ Bah 1 you’re a coward, Rob, afraid of your own shadow. Who’ll come and take a race ‘by the light o’ the moon?’ ” f ‘ I'm not afraid of their pranks,” boldly outspoke John Ray, a stout boy of twelve. ‘‘Come on, boys and girls, ril take care of you,” and with manly dignity he took the lead and was followed by all the others. To play they went as merry a set of youngsters as could be found on a nine days’ journey. Little Robbie followed to be a looker on, as he was too frail to enjoy the hard running and rough pulls the others indulged in. Lena and Mary romped with them for some time, then said they were tired and sat down to rest on the steps of an old disused servants house in a corner of the yard at some distance from the dwelling house. They produced a tallow candle from some source, and presently Lena called out “Children, I’ve dropped my breast pin. Come help find it.” She was in the old house apparently searching the floor by the dim candle light. Ready for a change, all came and two long glowing horns! after scream broke from the frightened children, and poor Robbie fell over in a dead faint. John made a rush for the door against which Mary had braced herself, and with a blow from his strong fist brought her from her post. As he opened the door he was met by the eld ers of the family with lights. The ter rible object proved to be only a large ox skull with “ fox fire ” or phosphorus in serted in the eye sockets, and the teeth and horns were rubbed with it till in the dark they glowed like fire. Robbie was tenderly taken up and af ter several hours was roused from his prolonged faint, but never again did the light of reason shine in his eyes. He lived to be an old man, but beyond an in stinctive dread of moonligh t and a strong dislike of Lena and Mary, never showed that he remembered anything previous to that fatal night. Thus was a bright life wrecked in its early morning by two thoughtless, heedless girls, whose pun ishment was a life-long memory of that dread night. Written specially for Southern World.] Xlie Chords. BY SARA B. ROSE. II. One thing which all who are studying music should do is to play. If it is nothing but two or three notes, a bit of scale, a chord, still sit down to your pi- ano or organ and play. Nothing but al ways playing when asked will give the ease and grace of the accomplished mu sician. Never mind discords, they are something which every player must ex pect to make sometimes; the less the better of course, but do not let a simple mistake make you nervous. Your big brother perhaps will laugh and say: Well, I think if 1 made such a goose of myself as that, I’d wait till I could play before I played before company.” Do not let it frighten or dishearten you in the least. Well do I remember the comic valentine I received once, a terri ble looking creature it was, seated at a piano singing. There were some de scriptive verses beneath her, ending up with, “ You sound like a carpenter saw ing a board.” I told my mother then I would never play again, but she only said, “ Wait till you find who sent it before you decide. I did find out after awhile, and it was from a girl not half so good a player as myself, and you will generally find those who criticise most the poorest judges. I give this time the common chord of the key of G which has one sharp for its signature, with the harmonies of its sub dominant and dominant. In this key all the F’s are sharped. BASS NOTES. TREBLE NOTES. G with its octave with G, B, D. C with its octave with C, E, G. D with its octave with D, F (sh’p), A The treble notes can be changed about as in the key of C. Complete rest is always upon the chord of G. Dainty Work for little Flutters. In many homes are floral and vegeta ble catalogues and almanacs containing pictures. If these and a box of water colors and brushes, which can be bought for five or ten cents, are given to chil dren, they will furnish them much amusement and instruction. The best way to use the paint is to wet one end of the blocks of paint in some clean water that must be kept on the table for the purpose; then rub off some of the paint on a plate or saucer (pieces of broken crockery will do); next dip the brush in the water, then lightly rest the end of the brush on the plate or saucer, turn ing it around between the thumb and forefinger so as to get the water out of the brush. Then dip the brush in the paint and apply it 'smoothly to the pic ture. If the color is not deep or thick enough, wait till it is dry; then put on another coat of paint. In coloring fruit, flowers or anything, the color that the natural ones have must be used. life. I know they can’t be beat in any paper. I will tell you where I was bom. I was born in Marion county, Georgia. My father and mother were bcrn there too. They came to Arkansas when I was quite small. I was only three years of age. I cannot recollect anything about the State of Georgia that I have heard them talk about so much. I live thirty miles from the nearest point of the railroad. There is going to be a railroad run through our little town this year. Our little town will go right to work and things will change in a few years. I live in two miles of a good school. I like to go to school very much. My teacher’s name is Henry A. Pillett. He is a highly educated gentleman. He is from North Carolina. He has taught school here three years. I am a farmer boy and cannot go to school all the time. We have forty scholars the present time, but a great many scholars w have to stop on account of the measles. Hope to see this printed. If so, I will write again. Princeton, Ark. Charlie A. Gill. A Kind I„ittle better. Dear Editor—As my father takes your excel lent paper, I have the pleasure of reading the little folks’ letters, which I like very much. My father likes your paper very well and expects to remain a subscriber to it. I am a little girl of nine years. 1 live in North Alabama, on a farm thirteen miles east of Huntsville. My father is a farmer. He cultivates his land in corn, cotton, wheat, oats, potatoes and turnips. We have a very pleasant home. I will have to close my letter. I remain a friend to the Southern World. Florence Esslinqer. Berkley, Ala. Written specially for Southern World.] Burying; the Duck. BY M. 8. A Game with a Moral. The players should form a circle; then one must whisper to the next one a sen tence. That one must repeat it to the nearest person as he or she understood it; and so on all around the circle. Then the first whisperer must repeat aloud the sentence as it was first whis pered—each one in turn repeating aloud the sentence as they understood it. By the time it has gone the rounds of the circle it will be altogether unlike it was when it was first whispered. This game is called atandal, and it is an appropriate name, because it illustrates how state ments and remarks are changed by be ing repeated. Grown people as well as children derive amusement and a useful lesson from playing this game. ♦ OUR LETTER BOX. Sprlttktly! Miss Editor—I am a little boy thirteen years old, as full of mischief as I can hold. Calcra is a rapidly growing town. The Louisville and Nashville, and East Tennessee, Virginia and Georgia Railroads cross here, and everybody says it will be a largo city. A number of dwell ings and a machine shop and foundry are being erected. My father has a lime kiln and a saw mill. We used to live in New York. My grand mother has recently come South, and 1 hope will stay. I keep up live studies and my step- mamma is my teacher. The weather has been too bad to attend school. Hoping to see my letter in the Southern World—the paper we all snatch for when it arrives—and that some one will write to me, I am your true little friend, Willie Hardy Calera, Ala. I am composed of nineteen letters: My 3,2,17 and 14 belongs to certain brutes. My 1,6, 7 and 19 is a rice dessert. My 5,9, 7,8,9 and 6 is a boy’s name. My 11,9,17 and 7 is something usually admired. My 15,16 and 12 is an article of raiment. My 4,6,12,13 and 19 is a girl’s name. My 13 and 14 is a preposition. My 10,13 and 18 is a verb. My whole is my papa’s name. W. H. Xell Us More About tlie Steam boats. Dear Southern World—As I see so many boys’ and girls’ letters in print, I thought that I would like to write. I live in the parish of Point Coupee, on the Mississippi river. There are a great many large steamboats which run on it. My pais publisher of the “Banner,” a weekly paper at New Roads. I have a little brother named Fred. There was not much of a crop last year around the country where I live. Hop ing that my letter will be printed, I close. With kind wishes. August F. Pillet. Point Coupee, La. I*lkes Our paper and Picture. Dear Editor—The Southern World is taken by our family and is anxiously sought for. I take great pleasure in reading it. The number for February 1st had such a beautiful picture of flsh on its first page. I was so pleased with it that when I went to sleep at night I dreamed that I went a fishing. Will some of the boysand girls correspond with me? J. P. D. An ASHlBtant to Nature. A man stepped into a drug store the other day and called for a bottle of Nor man’s “Naturalizing” Cordial. He had forgotten the word Neutralizing and certainly substituted a good one as it assists Nature in bringing the system to its natural condition. LANE & BODLEY CO. MANUFACTURERS OF Portable and Stationary STEAM ENGINES And Steam Boilers of the best design, material and workmanship. Our smaller sizes especially adapted to Farm and Plantation Use. We manufacture six sizes of Saw Mills, with capacity of from Three to Fifty Thousand Feet per day, with One Saw. Send for our speelal circular of our No. 1 Plantation Saw Mill, which we sell for $200. Alice and Clare are two mischievous babies, and although Alice is but four and Clare two years older, Alice is al ways the leader in mischief. One day after our “cold snap” they found a dead guinea, and proceeded to bury it. They dug a nice hole and put him in it, covered it over with cotton seed and put their oldest sister’s Nile green celluloid round comb at the head for a tombstone. This burial did not A “ Pearl.” Editor Southern World-I am a little girl ten years old, and live near town. Papa takes I T.ANE & ’ROTYT.Ti'.V f!H the Southern World a:>d likes It very much. I 00 All 1 I read it and am always glad when it comes. I have two sisters named Minnie and Nellie, aged four and seven years. I read to them. We have Illustrated Catalogues of our Machinery Sent Free! John and Water Sts., Cincinnati. Mention Southern World. pouring in to join in the hunt. When 8at,sf y , th « ir funereal instincts, so they thov wpw. .11 Ho.nl. proceeded to catch and bury a lice duck. they were all deeply interested Mary AUce dug the „ rave while Clare held *’the door and Lena blew out the | the poor struggling duckie. eight little pigs. We found them while it was so cold, but they are gay little fellows now. We have a pet chicken. We call him Poco. He la learning to crow and crows nearly all the time Papa says he is a nuisance, but we children don’t think so. I wish all your correspondents a hap py New Year, and much success to the South ern World. Pearl Arnold. Cookeville, Tenn. S?2R flfl Pa- U..|l and a $3.60 Outfit FREE to MiDiUU rep mOQIQ Agents and Canvassers. The biggest thing on earth, and a chance of a life-time. Our new enlarged Electro Portraits are l Q the world. Address W. H. CHI- DE8TER & SON, 28 Bond 8treet, New York. Mention Southern World. 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