Democrat Yate — —_— Bellefonte, Pa., October 1, 1909. MY LADY MOON. Bo slow!y down the western sky You sail, my Lady Moon, ; The fleecy clouds that after fly Will surely hide you soon. I'd like to sail the skies with you, And race the clouds along the blue, Please take me in your gold canoe— My pretty Lady Moon! Around the woridand home we'll float, My pretty Lady Moos, I'd rather travel in your boat Than in a silk balloon, We'll look down on the rivers deep, The lonely roads, the huddled sheep, The woods where birds are fast asleep— My pretty Lady Moon! Here all the world is green and gay Beneath the skies of June, But oh, what wonders far away You see, my Lady Moon! You climb above the mountains’ crown, You view the busy, crowded town, The restless sea, the lonely down— My preity Lady Moor! Ob, let me sail the skies with you When you're “The Harvest Moon!" We'll choose a night when clouds are few, And West Wind sings a tune; When orchards shine with apples bright, And reapers sing in waning light, And you shine for their dance all night— My pretty Lady Moon! Cecil Cavendish in October 8t, Nicholas, MY PICNIC. 1 am afraid that that title will make youn think, gentle reader, that the picnic of which ! az about to tell you is the only one to which Iever went. That is far from the truth. No, indeed, it wasn’s the only one—and I eleven years old the ninth of September! The fact ie, I have been to picnics as long as I can remember, picnics and listle picnics, nice picnics stupid picoios, picnics on the seashore, and picoics in the woods, and picnics upon the tiptops of mountains. I dare say no child was ever fortunater in the pionio line than I have been. Bat the picnic I am now about to tell you of was the very nicest one I ever had, and that is why I shall think of is ax my picnic as long as I live and breathe. Another reason for call. ing it ay pissie is tbat I was the only one at it. cept, of course, Rob Roy avd lis- tle Gamboge. But they don’t come in till later, as you will soon see. Io the fires piace, I bad better tell you about my avoestiy and wo forth, and then that will be over with. You are not a bis soxiouser, gentle reader, than [ am to ges at she picuic part. Bat I muss explain a listle, firss. My father is an artist and paints the moss beantifal pictures in the world. Some of them we sell, hut we have a great many left. He is the jolliest father you ever beard of, too, and perfectly splendid at oorn roasts and things. Probably be would have heen at this very pionio if he badn’t been «0 busy painting a picture of mother standing in the red snmacs shat grow along she top of our bluff, You see, what I am about to relate took place on Turtie-Back Island, where we spent all the summer, lass year, and all the fall up to Thankegiving week. It's a lovely place, and we liked itall the time, bat the very best was alter all the sommer people had gone away and we bad every bit of the island to ourselves. The day the last family except ours went away, we stood on the biufl, father and moter and I, and watched the steamer ous of sight aronnd the other end of the island ; and then we all joived hands and had a dance of delight, and father shouted just as loud as he conld thas poem of Robinson Crusoe'’s aboat : “1 am monarch of all | survey My right there is none to dispute I" Finally motber got all ous ol breath daocing and laughing, avd she bad to be fanned with father’s hat while I found ber hairpins. 1 see 1 forgot to describe mother when I was telling aboant ny ancestry. Ste is something like other mothers, but nicer ; and she knows the names of all the butter- flies and birds on Tartle-Back Island— spangled fritillaries and safted titmouses aod ail those bard cues. I think I have now got nearly to the pio- mic part. It was upon the thirtieth day of Sep- tember shat she last of the summer people went away, and after that we were all alone and never saw a soul for a whole month and most of another one, except old Uncle Johnnie MacDonald, who came over from the mainland every day in his sail- boat to bring us milk and mail and things, because the steamer had stopped running. Mother les me wander anywhere I wavted $0, because there was no one to molest or make me afraid. That is how is bappened that one beautiful morning in October I asked her if I might take my lunch ina basket and go around by she beach clear to the other side of the island, where the big mansions are thas they call *‘cottages’’ bus that aren’s. Mother said I mighs go, but that it was a pretty long walk and she was afraid I would get tired. I told ber I kuoew I shouldn't, and so she packed my listle basket fall of lunch and covered it what she was putting in, because I wanted it for a surprise. Then I wens down the steps cat in the blofl and etarted norsh along the beach, and father and mother stood up above in the red sumacs and waved their bands and called good-by. The lake was blue as blue and all spark- yp Exf:Ert] iE aE ; HT iH HL § SE and after a while he began to make soft lit- tle whines, and I kvew be was trying to tell me all about it. I put my arms aroand his shaggy old neck and bugged him bard, and told bim be didn’s need to try to ex- plain. 1 audessiood Pestectly Bow 10 bap. pened. We've 4 great many sum- mer resorts, father and mother and I, and we know all 100 well bow the summer people are about going in the fali and leaving their pets bebind They always say : “Ob, shey’ll find a bome Some one will stake them in !"” And once : i: —- in a while some one does, but jast as often | and a good some one doesn’s. [t's the poor kitties that | reader, it bad been such a bappy picnic ! are the worst sufferers, and is almost breaks | —By Marian Warner Wildman in Seto EE + i | : gs th 1h i 2 i; i: il, [felt that the worst was over. And bands bad got only a few little scratches The rest of the way home seemed longer than I bad expected, for I was quite sired my heart to think bow many little birds | St. Nicholas. they. have to eas $0 keep from starving. I mighs as well tell you night bere, gen- tle reader, thas afterward we learned that Rob Roy's famil bim sill they boat, and that all they did when they re- | struction of boats and barges. membered was to send word to Uncle John- | lini Company, of Italy, alter working for pie MacDonald thas if be ever saw a black- | eight years on coucrete cnaostruction Boats of Concrete, The latest use to which coacrete has been successfully applied is in the con- The Gabel- and-tan collie dog when he was at Turtle- | various kinds, bas demonstrated thas the Back, to take it over to the mainland and | material is give it to any one who would bave it, They | boats, large and small. practical and economical for The concrete told bim the dog wasn’t thoroughbred aod | barges bave the following dimensions: they didv’t care anything about it. Per- length, filty-one feet; beam, sixteen fees. ? baps it is just as well for me not to dwell | They are bails with double bottoms, and ] unsinkable. t00 long on what we think of such people. | are It might spoil the story of my picoie. We badn’s known each other more than | years of use twenty-five seconds before we understood, | condition, M Rob other, dog and thas I'd take care of him, minate I said thas he looked at my | basket. Poor dear, I fore that be must be almost starved ! was more than a week since the last of the Se Tckiculy Dusk a A are said to be in perfect ern barges (which cost y and I, that we belonged to each | elightly less, ) alter five years of service I told him that he was to be my | require repairs to the extens of thirty per and the | cent. of their initial coss. This is due to noh | the fact that the concrete hull bass ect. badn’t thought be- | ly smooth exterior, thus reducing frie- It | tion which becomes such an important item in boat maintenance. Although Signor summer people bad gone away, and he | Gabellini says he bas thus far made no in- couldn’s bave bad anything to eat since | etallations of motive er in his barges, babit daring shose dreadful days of hunger before cou innch haskes at once and wich. It bad oold chicken in very good this can readily be in which case it would seem that hie ievement would state, Joudet tha We mark an epoch in sea-going vessels. Swarms of bees are sometimes com- I opened my | pelled to take refuge in very remarkable ve him a #and- | shelters. A peculiar and instructive in- it and looked | stance was observed by the writer in the The poor dog enjoyed it so | spring of 1908. The swarm flew over a much that I gave bim another and another | large vineyard which contained few build. and another. There were only four, bus [ Ooe of these buildings was con- ings. filled bim op fairly well on cockies and | structed of hollow concrete blocks. The snd bard boiled eggs. There | swarm flew directly toward a small hole in wasn’t anything else but a bottle of milk, | one of the blocks and disappeared in the and I badn’s anything to pour that into, 80 | interior. No doubt the swarm had rested I had to tell him that he must wait till we | on a sree or shrub on the preseding day and got home for more. He was very nice about | had sent out scouts to seek a home. The it, licked up the last cooky crumb from the | scouts found she listle hole leading into the floor, and followed olose after me as | great cavity of the concrete block, and re went back down the steps to the beach. | ported their discovery to their comrades. We decided to go on around the point | This case furnishes indisputable proof that and home that way. That is a nice thing | swarmiug bees really send ont econts, as about an i