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Tell me, baby sweetheart,
.What would a mother ilo
i With those shining eves,
Like the summer skies.
That are eteened in the morning dew
Tell me, oh, my bahy,
,Vhat should a mother do
With a curly head
And tins so red,
Dyed to love's own hue?
Shall she cover them over with kisses;
Khali she kiss the smiling eyes
And the crimson tips
Of the fragrant lips
IWith love that never dies!
Bearch ye the whole world over,
There is nothing half so sweet '
As the fond alarms
Of babv's arms,
'And the patter of little feet;
The touch of clinging tinge.
The sound of a lisping voice,
And the going to bed
Of a drowsy head,
To make the heart rejoice.
Buffalo Kvening News.
THE FIVE FAIHIES. g
There was once a little girl who
iad careless fingers. Of course they
did not really mean to be careless,
but they were always losing her hair
ribbons, and forgetting to button her
frocks, and leaving the dolls out in
the garden all night.
One morning the little girl's fairy
godmother came Into the playroom.
There had been a party In the doll
bouse the day before, and the little
girl had not washed the plates and
teacups or brushed the crumbs from
the floor. The little girl's pet kit
ten was playing with some tangled
hair ribbons, and the girl herself sat
by the window in a mussed up frock
and her hair was not combed.
"Now, my dear, this will never do,"
aid the fairy godmother. "You must
go out and find five fairies to help
you keep tidy. Run along, and mind
you don't come home without them!"
"But I don't know which way to
go," said the child, beginning to cry.
"You must find your way," said the
fairy godmother, "and the five fairies
will know you if you do not know
So the child put on her hat and
started out to try to find five little
fairies who would help her to keep
Well, the child went up and down
the streets and the highways, peeping
through the keyholes and Into all the
corners, but not a fairy did she see.
There were only plain, ordinary, real
folks about. So the child went far
ther still, across the meadows and
down a hill, until she came to a path
In a deep, dark forest. On and on
8he went, until she bumped right into
a queer little red house under the
trees. At the. door of the house sat
a fat little man in a red cap, spin
ning. Jane stopped and bowed very
"Please, sir," she said, "can you
tell me where I shall find five fair
ies?" The little man never said a word.
He Just went right on sewing so fast
that his needle broke and his thread
"Oh, that isn't the way to sew,"
aid the child. "You should be care
ful and not pull the thread so hard."
"Well, suppose you had one dozen
pinafores and two dozen pairs of
knickerbockers and three dozen
blouses to finish before sunset," said
the little man, crossly.
The child looked, and there were
the pinafores and the knickerbock
ers and the blouses, all cut out and
piled in the doorway.
"Why, I'll help you finish them,"
So the child and the fat little man
Just sewed and sewed and sewed.
When the last blouse was done, the
little man looked up.
"You might go a bit farther on,"
he said, "to where my brother sits
on the turnstile. Perhaps he has
een some fairies."
So the child went a little farther
through the forest, and she came to a
turnstile. There on the top sat a sec
ond little man. He was dressed in
green from he, ti foot, and he had
his arms 6pre-d out very wide to
how which way the roads went.
"Please, sir," said Jane, politely,
"can you tell me where I can find five
But the little man did not answer.
"I've been out here for days and
days," he said, pointing to the roads,
"and I haven't been able to get down
once. Look at my face and hair and
my dusty coat."
"Why, you poor little thing!" said
the child. "Just wait a moment and
I'll tidy you a bit."
So she took her pocket handker
chief and dusted off the little man's
coat. She smoothed his hair, and
he brought some water from the
brook in the palm of her hand and
washed his face.
"There, you look much better," she
"I feel better," said the little point
ing man, "but I haven't seen any
fairies. Yon might ask my tall broth
er at the fork of the roads if he's
een any. He is just a little way
ahead there, looking for his cap."
So the child went down the road.
and, just where the little pointing
man had told her, she saw a third
'little 'man, much taller than the oth-
tors, but not very big at that. He was
down on bis hands and kneel, looking
tin the grass and under the bushes.
"Pint and needles! Oh, my pins
Mind needles!" he was paying over and
lover to himself. "What will Thumb-
lkln ay If I don't find my cap?"
"Is this your cap?" asked Jane, as
Hhe picked up a little round silver
thing from under a leaf. It looked
like nothing so much as a thimble,
but the tall little man clapped It on
his head and scampered away through,
the forest as fast as his legs could
carry him. As he ran, he called back:
"No. I haven't seen any fairies,
but perheps my sister has. She la
mixing cake on a toadstool over there.
You will know her because she wears
a gold ring abou'. her neck," and the
little man hurried on. ,
So the child looked about for a
toadstool. Presently she spied one
standing tall and straight like a real
table. Beside it wsb the daintiest lit
tle lady that ever was, in a little pink
dress that had short sleeves, and
wearing a gold ring about her neck.
She had an acorn bowl, and she was
stirring very fast with a maple leaf
for a spoon.
"Please, have you seen five fair
ies?" asked the little girl.
"Hand me thnt sugar," said the
little lady. "That's right. Now put
a gill of rose water and an ounce of
dew and a measure of honey in. Now
beat it well until I tell you to stop,
and then, It you are a good child
and you look very sweet, if your frock
is unbuttoned and your hair is mussy
you may wash all my dishes."
When Jane had stirred the cake
until her arms ached, and then
washed the dishes In the spring, the
little lady said:
"You asked me about fairies. Sup
pose you ask the baby. I put her to
sleep over there In the humming
bird's nest, but she's awake now. Per
haps she has seen a fairy. Babies do
sometimes, you know."
The little girl peeped In a wee hum
ming-bird's nest that hung on a tree
close by, and there Bhe spied the lit
tle lady's baby. Such a dear baby,
no longer than Jane's tiniest finger,
but as pretty as the prettiest doll!
Her dress was spun of gossamer spi
der webs, and her cap was of frost
lace, and her cheeks were as pink as
rose petals, and her eyes were as blue
as the blue of the sky.
"Oh, you dear little thing," cried
the little girl, taking the baby up In
her hand. "You look like a fairy
The baby laughed, a tinkling little
laugh that sounded like bells. Jane
looked and what do you think had
happened? There were five fairies
right In her hand! There was fat
Thumbkin, with Pointer standing
very straight Just behind him. There
stood Tall Man in his thimblo cap.
There was the little lady In her gold
ring. Last of all, there was the dear
baby, so pink and sweet.
"Run home, little girl," they all
cried. "You helped us, and we are
going to help you now."
So the child went home to her fairy
godmother with her hand full ot fair
ies; and the five Thumbkin and
Pointer and Tall Man and the Httlo
Ring Lady and the Baby helped the
child all the rest of her life. Carolyn
S. Bailey, in Kindergarten Review.
A bee visits on an average of ten
flowers before securing a load of nec
Old silk hats are in demand In the
East End of London as nosebags for
Over 4000 muscles have been
counted in the body ot a single com
Farmers are beginning to light up
their lands with electricity generated
London motor bus drivers are fined
for being ahead of time, but rarely
for being late.
Tanning snake skins for the man
ufacture of women's belts has become
a lucrative industry in Madras.
The largest delegation of foreign
students attending American colleges
last year was sent by Canada, 242.
The Chinese divide the day Into
twelve parts. Each part is distinct
in itself and is ot two hours' dura
tion. The sudden demand for popular
education In China is shown by the
fact that the school attendance in
one province alone has Increased
8000 per cent, in five years.
An iron cyclone cellar is a novelty
described in Popular Mechanics. It
says that a metal concern in one of
the cyclone States of the West is
manufacturing the cyclone cellars of
extra heavy galvanized corrugated
iron. It has a cylindrical shape, and
is provided with Btairway, seats,
Bhelves and bins.
A large number of money prizes
are awaiting winning in England by
aerial flights of different distances
and under different conditions, but
the one great condition attending
nearly all the prizes is that either the
machine or the aviator, or both, must
be English. The most important
prize is the $50,000 offer of the Dally
Horses seldom suffer from de
cayed teeth, but because of the upper
teeth closing on the lower ones a lit
tle on the outside points are some
times found which lacerate the cheek
or penetrate the gums, creating a
tenderness that prevents the proper
mastication of. food, annoying the
horse so much that he falls away
KINDNESS OF A CYCLONE.
"L. E. 0. Old Sailor of the
Rails," as he signs himself, was run
ning through Western Kansas during
a season when constant high winds
and cyclones brought danger with
every trip. He was pulling an im
portant fruit train of twenty cars
with order to land the conslgnniant
at the point of delivery on schedule
As they pulled out of the termlnnl
there was every evidence of bad
weather, and the fireman stopped
shoveling coal long enough to remark
that he guessed they were In for an
other batch of trouble before they
reached the end of the division. By
the time they had got fairly Into the
flat country there was no mistaking
the signs of a storm of more than
usual severity. Not only did It begin
to get dark, but the clouds began to
move In all directions, In sure indi
cation of n real Kansas cyclone. The
two men in the cnb noticed specially
a gyrating mass of many colored
clouds which appeared to be np
proaching at a great rate. Then
sheets of rain fell, hiding everything
for a minute or two.
By this time they were reeling off
the miles at a splendid clip and ma
king full use of n stretch of down
grade, nt the foot of which was n
small town called Snlona on the other
Bide of a big trestle. Halfway over
this piece of track the full fury of the
storm struck them. Without doubt
they were wrestling with a genuine
Kansas twister of the kind thnt Is
capable of sweeping whole villages
from Its path.
. Just ahead was tho bridge, or
where It should be. But even as the
engineer peered eagerly through the
blinding sheets of water, he had a
momentary vision of a grent black
mass rising up and fleeing Into the
arms of the whlwv.ind.
"Was that the bridge?" gasped the
fireman, plucking at his sleeve.
"Yes, and It's no use to Jump," was
One moment more and both must
be at tho bottom ot the river, with a
dozen or more cars piled on top of
them. And then something hap
pened. The engineer's head struck
hard. Instinctively he attempted to
swim. Then his head cleared, and
he sat up, to find himself on dry
land, lie thought he must be dream
ing, and when he b.iw his fireman
coming toward him he was certain of
"What does it mean?" asked his
"I don't know; but I guess it
means we're still alive," replied the
engineer. "So In the circumstances
perhaps we had better Investigate."
But nt that moment the storm
came up with redoubled fury, and
both were obliged to throw them
selves face down on tho ground and
wait for a lull. At last It was possi
ble for them to make their Investiga
tion. The explanation was close nt
hand In the form of the cab, which
had been torn bodily from the en
gine nnd carried nearly five hundred
feet through tho air, where engineer
and foreman had been dropped half
Fc"i?less, but practically unhurt, in
c corn field at the side of the track.
As soon as possible they made their
way to the bridge, which they found
had been carried clean away, while in
the river bed lay what was left of
the engine and eighteen cars of fruit.
The company was two weeks clean
ing up one of tho worst wrecks in the
history of the road, and during that
fortnight the settlers on each side of
the river had a big fru-It feast. They
promptly dubbed the scene of the ac
cident Fruit Ravine, and although
seventeen years have passed that is
its name to this day. New York Tri
bune Sunday Magazine.
A CUNNING LUNATIC.
A court officer from BInghamton
was taking a lunatic to an asylum at
Middletown, N. Y., pursuant to an
order from a committing magistrate.
The lunatic was informed that he
was merely going on a pleasant rail
road trip, and be cheerfully accom
panied the officer. The breakdown of
a freight train occasioned two hours'
delay, and when the passenger train
arrived at Middletown, it was too
late to proceed to the asylum, so they
put up for the night at a hotel.
Early next morning tho lunatic got
up, and searched the officer's cloth
ing, and he found the magistrate's
order. With that cunning which lun
atics not Infrequently display, he
made his way to the asylum, Baw
one of the keepers, and told him that
he had a poor mad fellow down at a
hotel, whom he should bring up in
the course of the day, adding:
"He's a queer chap, and has very
odd ways. Don't be surprised If he
says I am the madman, and he is
bringing me here. You must take
care of him, and not believe a word
that he says."
The keeper promised compliance,
and the lunatic walked back to the
hotel, where be found the officer still
asleep. He awoke him, and they
went to breakfast together.
"You're a lazy fellow," said the
lunatic; "I have had a good walk,"
"Indeed," said the officer; "I
should like a walk myself after
breakfast; perhaps you will go with
The lunatic assented. During the
walk the officer led the way, Intend
ing to deliver his charge; but It never
occurred to him to examine whether
his order was safe. When they got
within sight of the asylum, the luna
"What a fine house that Is!"
"Yes," said the ofilcer, "I should
like to see the InBlde of it."
"So should I," observed the lunatic.
"Well," said the other, "I dare say
they will let us Inspect It. Anyway,
They went to the door; the officer
rang the bell, and the keeper whom
the lunatic had previously seen made
hlB appearance with two assistants.
The officer then began to search his
pockets for the order, when the luna
tic produced It and gave It to the
"This Is the man I spoke to you
about. You will take care of him."
Hands were at once laid on the
poor officer, who vociferated loudly
that the other was the madman, and
thus conforming the real madman's
The officer's violent struggles
ended in a strait waistcoat being put
upon him. The lunatic then re
turned to the hotel, paid the bill, and
set out homeward.
The good people were not a little
surprised to see him back, and they,
fearing for the officer's safety, asked
him what he had dono with him.
"Done with him?" snld the mnd
tnnn; "why I left him at the Middle
town asylum as mad as possible."
Which, indeed, was not far from
the truth, for the wits of the poor of
ficer were well-nigh overset by his
unexpected detention and subsequent
CHASED EY ELEniANT.
Cycling in Rhodesia occasionally
has the charm of adventure If there
Is much charm In the excitement of
the chase when the chased Is the
A cyclist who was riding from
Broken Hill to Ndala on the edge of
a bush clearing almost ran Into the
hindquarters of a baby elephant
half a score hands high.
"Very likely I never got oft my
bike so quickly before, and I suppose
both of us looked rather bamboozled.
My new acquaintance gave me a long,
doubtf.il look, and, screaming, ran
toward home, or rather an old tusker
and three cows browsing on the oppo
site end of the glade," ho said In tell
ing of his adventure.
"In wonderment I stood rooted to
the spot. The wind was blowing to
ward me, and the bull, a magnificent
monster, swung his trunk to and fro
through the air to smell me out. It
appears that elephants cannot see
very far; besides, the sun was right
against them. As soon as the now
whimpering youngster arrived by his
protectors they fumbled with their
trunks all over him to find out what
was wrong, uttering the while a curi
ous rumbling noise through the long
"By this time I thought It was time
to return. In swinging my cycle
around some dry twigs broke under
me with sharp cracks. The puzzled
bull stood for a moment motionless,
with his huge ears extended like some
topgnllnnt sails; then, as he heard
the chink of the metal through my
mounting the bike, tho huge animal
lurched forward with a grunt that
rumbled as distant thunder down his
"I waited no longer, but pedaled
for dear life, and wonder even now
how I dodged the many obstacles on j
"Behind me enm-d a crashing ot
trees, I did not look back, but put on,
ob it were, more steam, until, after a
retreat of some four miles, hearing
nothing more, I nearly came a neat
cropper over an ancient tree stump.
"Still a trifle flurried, I dis
mounted, but except the sighing of
the forest and the buzzing ot tsetse
flies there was no other sound. A few
miles behind my carriers came bel
lowing along with their peculiar
swinging gait. As I believed the
yarn of those elephants might fright
en them further, 'mum' was the
"However, I halted them on pre
tense of desiring a rest, and after an
hour's delay we all started once more.
My cycle enabled me to scout cau
tiously in advance, but, as I expected,
the elephants had gone to some more
sequestered sylvan retreat, and noth
ing more was seen of them." Rho
TOTES WOUNDED BROTHER ALL
John Thomas, a woodchopper, oc
cupying a shanty on Washington
Mountain, near Pittsfleld, Mass., with
his brother Frank, went to the wood
pile to split wood. Thomas could not
see well and one swing ot the axe
missed a block of wood and the keen
edge plowed through Thomas' rub
ber boot and split the' foot nearly in
His brother bound up the foot and
through two feet of snow and five
foot drifts Frank Thomas started for
civilization carrying his brother on
From 9 o'clock Sunday night until
4 o'clock Monday morning Thomas
carried the wounded brother four
miles. He finally reached a rural tel
ephone and telephoned to a surgeon.
The Pittsfleld surgeon feared to make
the attempt I climb the mountain.
Thomas got horses, attached them
to a stoneboat and hauled the wound
ed woodchopper into Pittsfleld, where
his foot was sewed up. Only the
superb physical condition and the grit
of his brother saved John Thomas'
p Dreams That S
Are Meant for Warnings
Ey H. Jlddingion Eruce.
OME years ago, any in the summer, I dreamed that, while
out taking a walk, I was suddenly attacked by a huge cat,
which clawed ferociously at my throat. That was all there
was to the dream, or at any rate that was all I remembered
on awakening In the morning, and naturally enough I dls-
H l missed it from my mind as "nothing but a dream." But When
II I found myself dreaming the same dream again and again, k
J! began to wonder what significance It could possibly have.
Usually it varied
the scene would be laid indoors, sometimes In a garden or on the street. One
night I would be stealthily approaching the hateful cat In the hope of catch..
ing it unawares and making an end of it; another night I would be madly flee
ing from it. Always, however, the climax was the same the cat had me by
the throat and was biting and scratching viciously. Altogether, I dreamed
this dream not less than a score of times in six months.
' Shortly before Christmas, I took a cold which settled in my throat, affect
ing It so badly as to require the attention of a specialist. Much to my aston
ishment It was then discovered that a growth had been developing for some
time, and that an immediate operation was necessary. Several weeks later,
the operation having been performed successfully, It suddenly occurred to me
that I was no longer being troubled by the phantom cat. For the first time
the meaning of that singular dream dawned upon me.
It had been a genuine "premonitory" dream, of a type that Is bound to
occupy a prominent place in the new dream book. Consciously I had been In
utter Ignorance of the dangerous growth In my throat. It had not progressed
for enough to give me any pain, or even to cause discomfort. At the same
time the organic changes it involved had produced sensations plainly felt by
what phychologlsts call the "subconscious," and manifesting through the sub
conscious to the conscious In the form of a symbolic dream
Squabble for the Pole
Ey C. K-
HE North Pole in my youth used to be a serious subject; it
was associated with great sea heroes and the heroic age ot
science, with Tennyson's tribute to Franklin In Westminster
Abbey. At this moment the North Pole Is as grotesque a
the Greasy Pole. It Is being fought for with frantic gesticu-
H lations by coinio Americans. The quarrel itself and the
slanging, self-advertising style In which It is conducted tali
ij so far below the old Polar idealism that the actual discovery
oi mt: ruie seems not so much a climax as an anti-climax. As to which or
them has renlly done It I have no opinion, nor even any preference.
Cook did it In the presence of two Esquimaux, Peary in the presence of
one Esquimau; but If they had done it In tho presence of a million Esquimaux
such people could give no evidence as to whether it was tho North Pole. It
is as If Bobbnge had proved his calculating mnehine to the satisfaction of a
tribe of Hottentots, or Newton had demonstrated the Calculi without any ref
utation from the Infant school.
In fact, the noise of the discussion seems a singular contrast to the still
neES nnd secrecy of the discovery. Both thc-Be distinguished Americans seem
to have gone on tiptoe, as it were more as If they wanted to hide the North
Pole than to find it. It ever there was a man who on all artistic principle
ought to have found the North Pole it was Nansen. He was tall enough to
be the North Pole to be left there as a gigantic trophy and a beacon to
ships. But It Beems as if something rules human affairs which prefers (as
the children do) to have a harlequinade after the most exquisite fairy play
something that likes King Arthur to turn into a Pantaloon and Sir Lancelot
into a policeman. I think It is wholesome; It keeps us from seriousness,
which is Idolatry.
Is Greater than Hercules
Ey Eugene Wood
rii e will now pass to the
... animals long enough.
but behind the open
nnri hniioi nmi
UW'.J UMU ...... . , --
to serve. I'm sorry this isn't one of the furnaces that they
tip up to poor the steel, but we'll have to make out the best
we can. The steel gushes out of the tapping-hole with the
rich flow of cream, and Just about the color of it, if cream
could only shine with such an unpitylng impact oi n iigni
that the eves would shrink and cower before it. And as the dazzling liquid
pours up from the ladle leaps, as it were, a grove of tall umbrella-palms of
scintillating i re, that flourish and die down, flourish and die down, each stalk
and its outspreading top, in an eye-twinkle. No sight I ever saw can equal it -tor
sheer magnificence. I stood awestruck, afraid. And presently an exulta
tion mounted in me, and thrilled my blood 'like wine. It had in it something
of the ecstasy of faith. It was faith. Faith in Man, the New Creator. So
short t lime 8,?o, fifty years a hundred at the outside and he commanded
nothing but what his puny muscles could move and mold! And now, what
Tho-- what Jupiter, what Hercules Is his match-in might? So short a time!
Yet this Is only the beginning. It has all come about within the memory ot
mu yet living, thiB almost ur-bellevable access of power. There are centuries)
before us long, long r-roalons of them, endless processions of them, each
one accelerating Man's control of Nature's forces, accelerating, not by addition
only, but aJso multlplyingly.
Man, the New Creator!
Ey A- M.
KNOW a little brook that winds, now through a sleepy mea
dow, now through a quiet grove, and spends its last Ave
hundred yards of life in a little dark ravine whose sides In
spring are red and blue with flowers.
And yet, sometimes I think I do not know this brook, for
often as. 1 stroll along Its grassy banks I hear new music in
its rushing falls and see new Joys reflected In its depths. .
Sometimes I take my book, and lying 'neatb some tree
that shades this brook this friend of mine I spend the last
few hours of a summer day, then wander home; but always I have found the
book remains unread.
For books, nor other man-made things can break the spell that this brook
oasts on me I dream and dream and watch Its purling ripples play.
Once as I stood and watched its winding course three men with baited
hooks drew near, and casting far into its deepest pools, soon filled their creels
with trout and called It s-port.
In early summer I am wont to take my light bamboo, and tying on a
Coachman or a dun, match my best skill with all the fight and cunning of the
But often, when I turn my face toward home no flab, are In my creel; but
I am satisfied, because well, brotksr. If you know this brook you will not
ask me why. Front Recreation.
greatly in minor detail. Sometimes)
main tent. If you have looKeo at we
I don't mean to go out of the building,
hearth. In which some steel has been
ivitifid until it Is now done and ready