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YOUTHFUL YARNS
STORIES, ANECDOTES, POEMS anp FUN

-- FOR BOYS AND GIRLS

SELECTED FROM THE BEST AUTHORS.
AND

ELABORATELY ILLUSTRATED

LONBON. NEW York. CuIcaco.
WwW. B. CONKEY COMPANY,
PUBLISHERS,



COPYRIGHTED,
W. B. CONKEY COMPANY,
1894,



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ALL AROUND THE CLOCK.



One wee little woman, Sister brings her playthings‘
Only one year old; - Brother brings her books;

Blue eyes bright and merry, Mother saves to please her
Curly locks of gold. All her sweetest looks.

Everybody’s princess, Love and hugs and kisses
Everybody’s pet; More than can be told

For a throne so cosey Has this little woman
On a pillow set. _ : Only one year old.

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Two tiny tubs — - But what has lazy

With suds a-brim; Dinah done?
Two washerwomen Her morning work
~ Neat and trim. : Is not begun!
One dips and rinses, Two tubs a-brim
Rubs and wrings, With foam and froth;
And as she washes One little maid

Gayly sings. : To use them both.










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_ ‘Three thirsty. thistles Though it was heavy,

Beside the stone. wall, Little cared he;
So tired of waiting “IT am a shower!”
For showers to fall. — He shouted in glee.
Dear little Dicky _- lifee thirsty thistles,
Was passing the spot, They feel the cool rain;
And brought, ina hurry, “Thanks to you, Dicky,
His watering-pot. We are happy again!”



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Four funny fans
Had Maud and May
To cool the air
One summer day:
A palm-leaf broad,
A. feather fan,
And one that came
From far Japan;

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May took her hat
And made a fine
Big fan of that.

And then so strong
A breeze had they,

They played it was

A winter day!














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All dimpled and white,
usily plying

The needle so_ bright.
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While gayly the others
Pull out the long thread.

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Work very fast,
And hold up the treasure
Finished at last.

No matter how crooked

The small stitches are,

She knows the pincushion!

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Six silver spoons
All bright and_ nice;
Six saucers full
Of orange ice.
Six little napkins
White as snow;
Six merry maids
All in a row.



The silver spoons
Make many trips”

From heaping plates
To rosy lips. :

And when they're empty
As _ before,

Six maids are ready
For some more!











ren shining shells _We made a mound of sand
And put the shells inside ;
“Don't touch our pretty things

gathered on the shore,

You little waves!” we cried.
O naughty, naughty waves |!
We hurried back next day,

And mound and shells and all
Had vanished quite away !





ALL AROUND THE CLOCK.



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Eight eager elves But long before |

Flew high and far © They reached the sk;
To catch the sparkle _ A thunder-cloud
Of a star. Came sailing by. ~
On butterflies And blown with wind,

They rode, or bees, And wet with rain, ©

Or floated softly Eight eager elves
On the breeze. Flew down again.












ALL AROUND THE CLOCK.



Nine nodding nosegays, At last he chose

Fresh and fine; _ A fine bouquet,
_« Which shall I choose,” And proudly bore
; Said Tom, ‘for mine?” His flowers away.
He looked at roses, But I have heard—
Red and white; I guess it is true—
At lilies fair; He gave them all

At pansies - bright. To little Prue!



ALL AROUND THE CLOCK.



There were ten tin trumpets, How they waked the babies !

__ There were ten small boys, How they scared the cats !
And the ten still houses Howthey shrieked and whistled
Then were full of noise. Tunes in sharps and flats }

How they roused the mothers— But at last the racket |
Grandmas, too, perhaps— Stopped at set of sun:
From their books and sewing, For the trumpets ten were!

From their peaceful naps! Broken, every one! -







ALL AROUND THE CLOCK.



even. clastic. oe But when he starts for home

This fisher- hoy. has caught; . He finds, too late, alas!
j splendid basketful . =~ ‘That nota single eel

To carry home, he oe Lies in the long wet grass
lis sister, standing by, ] oo Lhe naughty, squirming thing:
|Thinks Johnny very wise, | —The truth is very plain—
ind watches all he does Have wriggled to the edge,

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‘Twelve twirling tops
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“Two children gay
With streaming hair. oS
So many times oo
The tops they've spank
To spin themselves _

They have : begun. :

They'll ever stop!

Round -go the tops,

A dizzy whirl L

Round go the flying —

Boy -and girl!

Till who can see -.

Boy, girl or top?

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- Of Go
Oger LL of you people who like to be told
Ws Of beings heroic, or daring, or bold,

Here is a tale of a dear little scamp,,

Known in our household as Filton, the as

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Why? well, he's ‘ramping from morning till _
Se misht :

- Up-stairs and down-stairs, to left noe to right,
You'd think him a soldier patroling a- caip,

And always on duty, this dear little tramp.

_ Tired? no, never. He'll climb and he'll fall,
Raid through the dining- -room, march through the hale
Mount up the stair with his stampety-stamp,
Like a patent machine with a vulvular tramp.
"At six in the morning he’s out of his,crib, — -
And tramping by contract, now this is no fib;
At six in the night by the light of the lamp,
He's still on the go, so we call him the tramp.

Tes ca e as he’s bonny. His merry black eyes

Just twinkle a ntoment with tears when he cries;-
- I really.think neither colic nor cramp __ :
Could ruffle his témper, this jolly wee tramp. -

But then he’s a thief; for he enters our hearts,
Steals love and steals kisses, then slyly departs,

So we'll lock him up close where he cannot decamp,
And co him forever, our darling, the tramp.



























































































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Ghe @olls @hristmas Marty.
T was the week before Christmas, and the dolls in the toy-shop playet
together all night. ‘The biggest one was from Paris.
2 One The she said, We. ought. to have a party before Santa
Claus carries us ‘away to the. little girls. I can dance, and I will
show you how.”
~“T can dance geet if 5 you will pull
‘ the string,” said a “Jim Crow” doll.

‘What shalf we have for supper?
ve a little boy- doll in a Jersey suit.

“Oh, dear,” cried the ereaci la
I don't know what we shall do for’
pepper!
“I can get de supper, oe a
pig rag doll. The other dollshad never’
Bed her very well, but they thanked “ per now. She had taken lessons .at a cooking-school, and knew how to make
take and candy. She gave French names to everything she made, and this
made it taste better. Old Mother Hubbard was there, and she said the rag
Holl did not know how to cook anything. ee :
They danced in one of the great shop- windows. they opened a toy piano,
nd a singing-doll played “Comin’ through the rye.” ‘The dolls did not find
hat a good tune to dance by; but the lady did not know any other, although
phe was the most costly doll in the shop. Then they wound up a music- box,







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and danced by that. This did very well fer some tunes; but they had to walk
ead when it played “Iiail, Columbia,” and wait for something else. a
The “Jim Crow’ doll had to da ance by himself, for he’ could do nothing but.
a4 break-down.” He would not dance at all unless some one pulled his string.
A toy monkey did this; but he would not stop when the dancer was tired.
They had supper on one of the counters. The rag ee
- doll placed some boxes for tables. The supper was of —
candy, for there was nothing in the shop toeat but sugar ¢)
hearts and eggs. The dolls like- candy better }
ge thary anything else, and the supper was splen-
did. Patsy McQuirk said |
“he could not eat candy. , 63
He wanted to know what
- kind of a supper it was-
without any * potatoes.
.. He got very angry, put
and smoked his Oe It
do so incom.
the little ladies
to climb intoa
get out of the
5 Mother
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Jove little pus-
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wide that the
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‘clown raised —
ane Jack in the Box
gould to look down into
All the baby dolls in caps and ce 3
Be bed. They woke up.when the others =e
to cry. The = doll ee them some candy, :
for some time. Aas
The next morning a little girl facna the - Yt dS toy. piano aS She was
sure the dolls had been playing on it. The grown-up people thought it had
been left open the ee before; but they do not undersron dolls as well as
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his hands into his pockets,
was very uncivil for him to
pany: The smoke made
| sick, and they all-tried
“horn, of- plenty” to.
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Hubbard ao the
ers tried to sing: “I.
sy; -but the tall one
opened his mouth so
small dollies were.
~ mightfallintoit. The
both armsin wonder,
sprang up as high as he
the fellow’s throat. :
‘dresses had been put to
\{ were at supper, and began
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Ghe [ecddlesome oy.

HIS is a bad little boy. He loves to meddle with things. that
do not belong to him, and sometimes he is cruel to harmless
animals. All children should obey their parents, but lam ey
to say that Harry is not an obedient boy.

Last summer he went into_the country to spend a.month
‘with his grandmother, but he was so uneasy and restless that.

she sent him home ina aoe He loved to tease the dog, and worry the oe

and play all kinds of tricks on the pigs and chickens. Bee

Then he would throw stones at the birds, and sometimes climb ae trees to

steal their eggs or destroy their pretty nests. Once his grandma saw him

throwing a vreat stone at White Betty, her best cow, and told him that such a

cruel bay ought to have no nice milk, butter, or cheese; He bégan to cry, and

- said that he did not think that it would hurt her! Then his uncle gave him a
‘little tap with his cane, to’show him how it feels to be hurt, and told him that

he would try the same thing whenever he saw him ill-treat any animal!

One day, while Harry was sitting onthe porch, he spied a queer- looking
bundle hanging on a bush near by. ce pretty buzzing insects were coming
out of little holes in the sides of it, and flying allabout. ‘Well, well,” said ie
little boy, “I wonder who you are, and what you keep in that funny thing, any-
way? I mean to find out, and pretty quick, too! Grandma will never know!”

So he brought a high stool and climbed to reach the place. But, just as
he took hold of it, out Hew the buzzing little creatures, and away jumped poor

Harry, nest and all. Eventhis did not end the matter, for the funny bundle

was a hornets’ nest! It was fullof insects and they were very lively! Perhaps

you have’ been told that hornets have a stinger, long and sharp, and that they
thrust it into any one that attacks them. —

They all flew at the little boy, and stung him so severely that he screamed
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FUNNY thing our Alice is,.
Curious little creature; - -
ae Funny is her little phiz, »

_ Comic every feature. °

Helpless thing our Alice is,
- . Tiny hands uplifting Bes
Over the troubled tide of life, =

Into which she’s drifting.

-.* — Mystery our Alice is,
ae Memories of heaven
Still must hover in the soul

Such a short time given.

Solemn thing our Alice is, —
Since she must inherit
All the loss and gain of life,
All the sin and merit.
Funny, helpless, mystic, sad,
Let me tell you, little wight,
Half the good and sweet of life
Is in starting right.













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: Like Denny O'Toole, -

@®enny 5 ©’ Goole.

AVE you seen Denny,

My dear children all?
- With lips like a rose,
And head like a ball,

= With eyes like the sky,

When they sparkled in school!
- O, a prince among boys
Is Denny O'Toole.

His hat is in tatters,

But his young heart is sound,

Let his toes on the ground.

. But who cares for tatters? —

He keeps every rule,
And is kind to the smallest,
Our Denny O'Toole. »

Then cheer for young Denny,

And cheer, too, for all

‘Who are honest and a
Who defend weak and small:
Cheer on and cheer ever,
‘At home or at school,

Each manly young hero

Kate TANNATT ‘Woops.



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Plow a Giger was [Rilled.

N January,.1884, I was in camp in one of the western provinces of In
and was told that a large tiger came nightly to a Jarge hill abou
jp L. mile away. _I hardly believed it but ordered a couple of calves.
>be tied up in favorable spots and moved my tent near the hill. Ne
-mofnine both of the calves were killed. It was evident that one
them had been killed bya tiger. As he was ina dense cover, a!
the blood had been suc} ked and not hing eaten, I felt sure ne tig
would come again in the middle of a day.
My men at once began to build a #eachan for me to sitin. Th
eut a number of poles about three. ao long, and laid them in the fork of a tr
- some twelve feet from the ground; these oo bound. in place with the bark al
creeping plants. A railing was built around it and green branches twined
and out to hide me from the keen eyes of my royal game. I was soon in pla
and my men went off talking loudly to tell all beasts that the coast was cles
I had a full view.of the first calf as he lay about one hundred yards away, a
hardly were the men out-of sight before the vultures came down uponit. Wh
a sight they made. First one bird swooped down, then another, then birds }
scores from all parts of the heavens, their strong wings filling the air with
_ wierd, rushing sound. - They had been at their ce but a few minutes when u
went their fends and all shambled off-for a few yards and flew to the neare:
tree. The next moment a handsome panther came up to the carcass, He wa
a beauty as he stood in the sunlight, his tail waving, his lithe form drawn up t
its full height, and his coat sleek and-shining. He rolled over and over o
the carcass and began his feast. [could tive killed him easily and I confes
I was tempted to as I heard the sound of his teeth go through the flesh. Bu
_ I was waiting for larger game and did not molest him. Every little while h
would walk off and lie down in the shade of a tree for a few moments and the
walk back and continue his meal. All this: time nothing had come near m:
machan. \t was two o'clock and I had eaten nothing since five in the morning
I was getting ravenously hungry. Rousing himself the panther came direct
* toward the calf I was watching. He came near me and heading for the calf
began to think he had killed both, their lying so near together making it likely
When within fifty yards of me he stopped, turned, and began to walk slow!
back crouching as he went. I concluded that he had seen me and made up m
mind to let him have one shot asa remembrance. My trusty rifle did its wor
"well for I hit him just below the spine about the center of the back. He san
upon his haunches roaring terribly. I let him have the other barrel, hitting hin


























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































squarely i in the Head and he dr opped dead. What was my disgust to hear alow
growl in the cover which told me I had thrown away my chance at a tiger.

However, I had bagged a handsome panther, measuring seven feet three
inches and had to be aed with that. “My faithful men, hearing the shot
came running up, one bringing a lunch of which I was sorely in need.

-As | oe there were tigers near I determined to have one, and at once
tied three more calves where I thought the tigers would find them. On. the
second morning one of the calves was missing and the blood upon the ground
plainly showed that it had been killed. We tracked it to a ravine not far away
_and there foundsthe carcass. My men at’ once ‘built a machaw and as it was
_ within easy springing reach of the ground I was persuaded to allow one of the
men to remain with me. We had not long to wait before the vultures began
to herald the approach of a tiger. At last I heard the slow, cautious tread of a
tiger. What asensation! Every nerve strained, every sense on the alert, every
-muscle under control, every heart-beat audible. I aimed my rifle at~the spot
where I knew the tiger would appear, and, with my finger on the trigger awaited
his appearance. When a second more would have ae him into view my
companion gave vent to a half-suppressed sneeze and ee tiger was gone. |
think it is to my credit that I did not shoot the man on the spot. I pitched him
out of the machan and ordered him off. All that day I anxiously awaited the
tiger. I heard him frequently but he did not come in sight and when night
came I had to go. I gave orders to tie a calf in that jungle every second nieht
and for some oe let the tigers alone. At last they. became less Wat
and I determined to finish my sport. Early one morfiing a machan was built
and I stationed myself within it. 1 had secured some “beaters” to go ‘into the
forest and by pounding upon the trees drive whatever game there might be before.
them. So ereat is their skill that they can drive game almost to the spot it is.
wanted, Soon deer, hare, wild hogs and other game began to pass near me.





~ Soon I heard the men approaching and was just despairing of seeing a tiger



» when a splendid male broke from the bush and came directly toward. me in a.
‘swinging trot. As he neared me, 1 shot. My bullet struck him in the shoulder
~ and he fell. L missed him with my next, and he dashed past me roaring with
pain. Quickly reloading I let him have another barrel and was delighted to:
see him fall. But he was up again and off, all of us after him. came up with
~ him in a ravine some distance away where hewas just expiring. [sent a bullet
‘into his brain and he was dead. He measured nine and orme-half feet, though
his tail was short and stumpy, and was one of the largest ever killed. You
may be sure I felt repaid for all-my trouble, but Tassure you that it is not all

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Ghanksgiving Pies.





PUMPKIN rolled and
pushed and lifted,
And pared and sliced and

stewed and sifted
And made into a dozen
») pies,
Above the average in size.

Such baking, boiling, tasting, beating!
Such preparation made for eating!

. Such unpremeditated joys
For little hungry girls and boys!

_ Oh, what a racket, what a bustle!

Oh, what a strain on nerve and muscle!
“Oh, what a grandma! Pity sakes!
She’s made about a hundred cakes!”

Said Winkie: “Did you ever, ever!”
And all agreed they ‘‘Never, never”
Did know a grandma to compare

With their dear Grandma anywhere.

And so at last the day auspicious
Arrived, and everything delicious
Was browned and finished to a turn,
With no suspicion of a burn.

And small and tall and pretty cousins,
All Grandma’s darlings by the dozens,

With aunts and uncles by the score, :

Came rapping, tapping at the door.

And soon the pantry was inspected,

Nor crack nor cranny left neglected

By certain of that cousinhood,

And each thing was pronounced “good.”

Those pies of pumpkin, twelve in number,
As I’ve remarked, and brown as umber,
All in a long, enticing row

Did sit and wait their fate to know.

Said Winkie Small to Pinkie Smaller;
“Tf only you's a “dle taller,

You'd see some awful splendid pies;
They come just even with my eyes.” .





Then Pinkie, on her tip-toes standing,
With eager mouth and eyes expanding,
A most enticing view obtained,

But still a longing deep remained,

For more minute investigation—

And you'll perceive that elevation
Was most essential in that case—
And so each found herself a place

Upon two butter-jars inverted.
“Oh, Winkie! I feel awful hurted
With hungriness. Perhaps Ill die,
Then you and everybody’ll cry.”

Was ever such appeal resisted?
Sweet sympathy was soon enlisted,
And Winkie hastened to suggest

| That they might give the pies a test.

And, to avert that fatal crisis,
She fain had cut the pie in slices;
But as her knife was poised in air
She said to Pinkie: “I declare!

“Tt ‘curs to me, upon reflection,

That ’twould improve this pie’s complexion
If I should skin it—there—just so!

I’m sute Grandma would never know.”

Then Pinkie, tasting said: ‘’Tis ‘licious!”’
And thereupon grew quite officious;

And both together, .in a trice,

Those pies did skin; and then like mice

They nibbled all the edges crooked,
And then with critics’ eyes they looked,
And with each other did agree

Those edges should more even be.

So, when the middle parts they'd finished,
And smoothed and patted and—diminished
Each edge they evened with a will,

Till crust became invisible,





























































































































































































































































































































































































THE GIANT AND HIS DWARF.

PETER





WHAT IF.





What If.

1] HREE little boys on the doorstep sat.

All three were rosy, and fair, and fat.



(Fy
. flakes;

The April clouds were making mis-

takes.

“‘Now you don’t suppose,’’ says Dicky
Dear, :

‘That perhaps there won’t be flowers
this yeat fee

“Qh, nobody knows,” says Tommy

Janke,

“tNobody knows what the weather
thinks!’

“If no one knows,’ cries Hop-o’-My-
Thumb,

“Tf no one knows what's going to
come:

The rose may be brown, instead of
red, ;

But out on the grass lay white snow-



THE THREE LITTLE BOYS WHO WORRIED.
But, sir, if she is, off goes her
head!??

And then the three, as quick as a
whiff, -

Began to sob, ‘‘What if! What
iil?

Tommy Jinks said ‘Oh!’ and Dick
said ‘Oh !”

And Hop-o’-My-Thumb, he, too
said so.

They meant to weep; but the sun
came out, Z

And off they ran with a happy
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Bjow to P)alke @ard- Baoard Goys

SH, MAMMA, the long winter evenings have come again,” cried
little May one night, as she sat in her little rocker by the fire
“What shall we do with them? . My hands must do some.
thing, and my head feels as if it would fly off just because |
have nothing to do.”
“Why can we not have a game of authors?” said: mamma.
“Oh, no, mamma, I don't like authors,” replied May.
“Get out yous toys, then, and I am sure you will find eet
to amuse you, ’ suggested mamma again.
“Oh, no, they are all the same al things and I have played with
them over and over again until I am tired.”
“Well,” said mamma, “this isa desperate case; what shall we
‘ do? Why can we not make some toys ourselves—some new ones?”
“Oh, yes, mamma, that is just the thing; that is something new, and while
we are making them we can amuse ourselves, and when they are finished we
shall play with them. What shall we make first?” cried May, clapping her
hands. with joy.
~ «Tet me think,” said mamma. “I believe a harlequin will be as well as
anything, as it is easy to make.”

“What is a harlequin, mamma?” said little May, aghast at the long word.

Mamma smiled a little as she replied: ‘A harlequin, May, is a dancing
image; you have seen them in the toy stores, though I do not think I ever
beught you one.’

May’s face brightened at her mamma’s explanation of the word, and she
was eager to begin.

“Get me some stiff card-board and my large shears, some twine and s some-
thing to make little holes with,” said mamma.

May quickly brought the desired articles and the work began.

“The first thing to do,” said mamma, “‘is to trace the outline on the card-
board. I have here some patterns which I got yesterday. These will show us
just. what to do. Now trace the outline figure A on this card-board—there, that
is done. Next make the little holes which are shown in the cut—there, that is
dene. The next thing is to string it; this is really the hardest part, May, and
we must be very careful. You must do this with fine twine, and tie a knot in
the twine each time you put two parts together, and rivet the joints, as a car-
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it all joined together the next thing is to make the arms and legs appear
animated.”

_ “What is animated?” cried May, a little dismayed at some of the long
words her mother was using. : :

“Animated means lively, May. We can make the figure appear lively by

“passing a string through the little holes above the rivets and fastening them
together with knots, as you see in figure B. Now that we have done this we
will pull down the string, as shown in figure C, and our harlequin will throw out
his arms and legs, and the faster we pull the harder he will dance; there, is not
that nice?”

May was so delighted with the harlequin that the next night she wanted
her mamma to show her how to make something else. After supper was over

_ and they were seated around the fire her mamma said: “What shall we make
to-night, May?” | ; :

“I was reading about a bear this afternoon,” said May, ‘‘and I wondered if
we could not make one.”

“I think this will not be very hard,” said mamma. ‘We will need the
same kind of material that we had last night. The first thing is to cut out the
body of the bear, and that happens to be shown in the diagram No. 2,
Then let us cut out the arms and legs; you see in making the bear we do not
have nearly so many pieces as we had in the harlequin last night. Make the

holes in the arms and legs; fasten them to the body with a rivet of string, just
as we did before; then through the little holes in the upper part of the limbs
pass another string, one on each side of the body, letting them hang down so

_ they can be taken hold of, and there you have the bear complete, as in figure
B. We will make this large; let us make it about twelve inches high, and it

will be quite a bear.” oe
The bear was made and May was. highly pleased with it. “But, mamma,
can we not put hair on it and make it a real béar>?” said May. : :
“No, May, we cannot put hair on it, but we can paint it black if you wish.

Let us take a little bit of burnt sienna shaded with sepia and black, as that will

be the best color to paint the bear. We can paint all of our toys if you wish,”
said mamma; “‘and let me see how gay acoat you can give your harlequin to-
morrow.’ :

The bear and the harlequin afforded amusement for several days, but a
few nights later little May was anxious to try some other toy, |

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“Tet us try a parrot, then; and while we cannot make a parrot that will
talk we can make one that will flap his wings.”

May laughed at the idea of making a parrot that could flap his wings.

“Get my card-board and string, May,” said mamma, ‘and we will have a
parrot in just a jiffy. The first thing is to cut out the head, body, tail and
perch all in one piece, just as you seeit here. We will have to have our parrot
on a perch, of course. Then let us cut out the wings, make the little holes,
just as we have done in the other toys, fasten them on the body by means of a
strong thread, and here we have the parrot ready to fly,” and mamma pulled
down the string and the parrot spread its wings.

“Now we must paint this nicely. Let us see, what eo shall we give it?”
said mamma.

: “Tle must have green on his head and red on his body,” said May.

“You may paint the parrot to suit yourself,” said mamma, ‘‘and let us see
how like a real parrot you can make it.”

The harlequin, bear and parrot furnished little. M yy amusement for many
nights, but she was very much interested in making a larger number of toys,
and suggested to her mamma that they make a whole menagerie in that way.
Mamma was pleased to see the interest little May took in making toys, and so
readily consented to help her further. A few nights afterward, as they sat
around the fire, May said: ‘‘Mamma, let us make some more toys.”

“Very well,” said mamma, ‘‘let us make a sailor with a wooden leg, playing
on a violin.”

May laughed at the idea of asailor put wasready to begin. Material was
brought and mamma said: “Now first trace head and body in one piece, the
legs and arms and bow in another, as in figure A.”

“But the sailor cannot dance and fiddle, too,” said May, ‘‘can he, mamma?
He cannot fiddle and make both arms go.”

“We will easily fix that, said mamma. “Fasten the legs to the body,
just as we have done before; fasten the one arm to the shoulder with a string
rivet, and then place the bow upon the fiddle; then on the back attach the legs
at the top with a string; then put a string in the hole at the upper part of the
arm, and your sailor is ready to fiddle and dance.”

“But, mamma, he can dance and he can fiddle, but he does not look like
a sailor,” said May ©

- “Let us see ‘fwe can paint him so he will,’ said mamma. ‘The paints
were brought and mamma soon changed the head so it looked like a sailor’s
head and face with a hat on it. The body was painted so as to bring out
the violin as we see it in figure B, and May added a one-legged sailor playing a
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The next niche little May said: “Oh, mamma, I saw a horse kick a dog

to- day, and I wonder if we could make a toy like that.”
Mamma smiled and said: ‘After having made that one-legged sailor that
could play a violin I think we can make almost anything in the way of toys’!
So material was got ready. 4
“But let us make a donkey instead of a hore said mamma, ‘‘because
donkeys kick harder. First let us draw head, body and the fore legs as we see
them in figure five. Then let us cut out the hind legs as we have them, let us’
fasten te hind legs to the body with our string rivet, put a hole in the little |
opening we have left for it, and see our donkey kick.”
May clapped her hands with glee. ‘But where is the dog, mamma?” said

she.
“We will have to fix that,” said mamma. :
So a dog was cut out in one piece, as shown in the figure, a string was
fastened behind and pulled, and the poor little dog went over and over as we
see it in the cut.
“Now paint your donkey and dog whatever color you want,” said mamma,

~ “and you will have another toy.”
The next night May said: “Why can we not make an elephant—make a
regular Jumbo?” E :
“T think we can,” said mamma, ‘‘and as Jumbo was the largest elephant
that was ever seen in America we will have to make our elephant large. Let.
us make him at least sixteen inches long”
_. May brought the card-board and mamma said: “Cut out the body and
legs all in one piece, as shown in figure six; then cut head and trunk from
another piece, the tail from another, fasten the head to the body with ou
string rivet, just as we have done before, and fasten the tail in the same way.
Next put the string through the tail and through the ear, where we have left
an opening; make this string just a little bit tight; tie a thread at the middle
of this string and pull down upon it.” May did so, and was surprised to see
the elephant throw up its head and tail just as she had seen live elephants do.
Mamma took the elephant in her hand and held it between the lamp and
wall, What was little May’s surprise to see the shadow of a great big elephant
cast upon the wall, and when mamma pulled the string and the elephant threw
up its great big head and tail, little May thought it was just the finest toy she
had made yet. |
‘Little May was proud of the toys she had made and semiced herself with
them for many days, but bye and bye she wanted’something new, and aftet
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could we not make a Chinaman—just such a one as we saw in the shop to-day?”

Mamma said: ‘Perhaps we can; we will try, at least, and so you may get
the material.”

May brougat the shears, string and card-board as her mamma requested.
“The Chinaman we saw,” said mamma, ‘“‘was drinking tea froma cup and there
was a little stand in front of him. I don’t know whether we can make this or
not, but let us try. First we will cut the stand and body of the Chinaman,
all but one arm, from one piece. Now we will cut the arm holding up the cup
from another piece, fasten the arm to the elbow with the string, attach the
thread to the little opening near the joint and pull down.” May did so, and
was more delighted than ever tosee the cup of tea placed up to the Chinaman’s .
mouth as though he were drinking. Her mamma painted a fancy Chinese
costume, cut out the unnecessary card-board, and the toy was complete. But
this was not enough; little May wanted something else, and something like the
Chinaman, shetold her mamma. Her mamma thought that perhaps they could
make a Scotchman fishing. May laughed at the idea, but so many things had
been made from card-board she began to think it would be an easy matter to
make almost anything.

“First,” said mamma, “we must cut head, body and legs of the Scotchman
from one piece, just as shown in figure eight. Then we must cut one arm and
a fishing-rod from another piece. Then cut a fish from still another, tie the
fish to the rod by means of a string, fasten the arm to the elbow the same as
we did with the Chinaman, attach the thread to the opening near the joint and
pull down quickly.” May did so and up camea fish. The toy was painted,
and little May spent many happy hours Playiug with her Chinaman and -
Scotchman

We might tell you how many other ie were made, but it is not eee aay:
now we want our little readers to go right on with the making of card-board toys
and see how many can be made; horses can be made to gallop, dogs to wag
their tails; in fact, almost any animal, bird or insect can be made with just a
little care and thought. This will not only afford amusement to our young
readers, but will be a valuable study for them.

































































































































































































































































































































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How luck There Js That’s
Beautiful

OW much there is that’s beautiful,
In this fair world of ours!

The verdure of the early spring,
The sweetly blooming flowers,
The brook that dances in the light,

The birds that carol free,
Are objects beautiful and bright,

That everywhere we see.































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































ae airy Gir Bag.

Ss APA, said fon Hyver atthe ee table, on the morning
of his last birthday, “J disremember when E ever had a birth-
oo without a party.”

“Tt must have been a long fime ago, ale you were a |

LA ” Litile boy,’ said Mr. Everard, with a ie : ;

FER - - Tom was seven- years old, had found the usual ‘silver dol-

/ lar under his plate that morning, and the beautiful sunshine streamed
in through the east window. :

Tom has an idea that; somehow, the weather pene of. whom
his father had told him, always looks out a good day for him; but there is one
thing that, should it fail, Tom would miss even more than. the Dae sunshine,





and that is his yearly party. ©










If you would like to know why. these birthday fetes of Tom's are occasions ~
ae particular interest to all his friends, let me describe to ey ‘his charming %
home. : :
Tom lives in a large city ae his father's Hs is the o one in the whole
block which has 4 very large yard, enclosed at the back by a high fence, and
sloping away in a green lawn at the front. The old, ‘yellow ce house, with
“its pillared Terenee, was built long ago, by Tom's grandfather, when the city =
was only a big town, and this house almost in the-country. oe of the house
are fine shade trees, with hammocks and swings.

-.. An old oak has steps leading up to its low, enarled : Dances upon which, x
the finest kind of seats have been built out with boards; then there are apple’
trees and the “squirrel corner,” where Tom’s tame bunnies climb the trees
or frisk into their little house: and have’ great sport turning: Hee a curious
wheel.
Altogether Tom has ¢ one of ie Pretiice places in the city for a sum-
“mer party.

eo 1 hisyear all the children came early and had'even a beer time than ever
_ before; there were games, a supper in the latticed s summer- Use ae lastly, a
fairy gift-bag. ee
This pretty surprise was oa by ae S. oe who tried, each year,



fe ic have something different from the year before. It was a brown paper sack,

covered with bright fringes of suapeed tissue paper and hung in the. us oe
of oe summer-house.
_ The: “fairy god- amcther, within the. bag, had her gifts s So cleverly arranged

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that whenever a boy or girl, wi eyes blindfolded, sick the bag \ with a long
cane, out came a fine toy, at the end of a bright ribbon.

There were pink ribbons for the girls and apple-green tor the boys. At
last, when all had fallen out and were cut down, each guest was the owner of a
top, a game, a doll, or some other pretty favor.

But thencame the greatest surprise of all. Chariey Blow S Aunt Sue
had come in to see the fun and was delighted with the new game.

‘How I wish,” said she to Mrs. fue “that-we could have one of these
for the Orphans’ Home picnic next WCE Gees at us all about ity’ said Tom's

p< mother.

So kind Miss Brown ed all the children about her and told them of
the picnic which she and a number of other ladies were pemans for ‘the little
ones, who had no kind parents to give them pleasures.

All of Tom's friends knew where the Home was. They could jst see the
~ top of-the big stone building through the trees. ee .

~ “ We shall go to the park,” said Miss Brown, ‘shall have a dinner under
uane trees god a boat- tide. I had not thought of a fairy gift-bag for them until

2] saw yours.”



Barbara Benton nad listened with glowing face. Barbara was ten years
old and yery.tender-hearted toward the orphans. ‘Oh, Mrs. Everard,”
said she, ‘“mayn't we all join together and send- this bag to the Home’ pic-
nic?” :
Tom's mother was surprised at this new turn of ie and hesitated, while
ner kind eyes rested lovingly upon the little company.

of Vhese gilts are your very own, children, but as many as feel, ve Bar-
bara, that you would rather give the orphans a treat than carry the toys home,
; Bay teplace them in the bag.

There was a ringing shout of ‘We will!” from most of te chitdren, and =

5 the party broke up, not more than half a dozen took home their favors.
One of these was Charléy Brown, though Charley was often a-generous lad.
“Tt’s just like Aunt Sue tryin’ to spoil all my fun,’ said he, “I’ve wanted

a box of cavalry soldiers, oie and times, ’n she needn't think P m goin’ to give

it away, when I’ve just got it.”

But Charley’s sleep was troubled that night, for he dreamed of the sad-
faced little orphans, and his soldiers did not seem nearly so nice when he awoke
the next morning. ‘

Tom’s mother was just going house the hall. on her way to the break-.
fast- -table, when she heard Charley Br awee voice at the front door. “Why,
: good- morning, Charlie,” she said. ‘Wont you come in?”

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birthday came.



Cand stop,’ said Charley Brown; wd just thought one a them fellars at
the Home ‘d oe a: \ better time with the. cavalry men n I would, sol eoteht
‘em over.” Z
He was off like a flash and, turning a double somersault down the lawn
‘terrace, showed a very HAPPY, round fee as he turned the corner toward his
home. :
And thus it one that ihe Orphans ome children had a shower of
pretty presents from the fairy gift-bag, -
They were so happy that they Alonght. ae year y was: “turned prourd and

Christmas. had. come in a summer- t-time,
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Be 6a thday- Dor ty.

P OME months ago Chrissy. Lee had a birth aday party, ied when
on came to invite Kitty Grey, who was two years older than
. Nellie, she said: “I’m not going to invite moe Nellie; you are so
much younger than we are.’

Ber ‘Nellie’s feelines were sadly hurt: She went away and cried
about it. But when the cry was over she wiped her eyes and began to think.
Then she ran to. mamma and oe if she might have a pay when her



“And then,”said she, op ll invite all the. little bits of things Se 0 they wont

feel badly.”



The day came, and the invitations went out to all: her little playmates and
their younger brothers and sisters. Anda gay company it was. -Mamma pro-
vided toys of all kinds, games and picture books, Nellie devoted herself to

_ the very youngest, and mamma and Kitty played with the older ones.

When they went home Nellie sat down in her little chair and leaned her
- “head en mamma’s lap.

“I'm se tired, mamma, but I’m so ae 5 asked Jesus to make my
birthday party a real good time; you know what I mean, mamma, without any
_ treubles or quarrels. And, mamma, Chrissy said: . ‘I wish now I had invited
you ‘te my party; and I said: ‘Oh, never imind, Chrissy,’ and I tried to it
as Ee as T could, so she sheuldn’t know I felt hart B











































































































































SEEISABEL DAYTON was the donghier of a ee who. ed in Ney
York. She had received a fine education and longed to. be of some
use in. the world, The day sl she was twenty as old she. said to her





























































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‘tis not foe to be idle, ee ween there i is work on every hand,’
“said her father. “What do you wish todor es :
«With your consent, father,” said Isabel, “J will answer the call for teachers’

among the Indians and do what I can. for ‘those ae people the next two years.”


























































































Mr. Dayton gave a re-
luctant consent and in
two “weeks from that
day Isabel. was in-
stalled as teacher in an
_Indian- school in oe
west oe



The: school- room
was a rude structure,
- but her pupils were a
= ree -to Isabel.
-Grown men gathered
with ‘youth and chil-

<= ver dren, and all showed a
strong desire tolearn. It was-hard for some of them to overcome their habits of

_ shiftlessness and laziness, but the teacher was patient and sought by every means
to aid and instruct them, not only in books but in work as well. The girls were
_ taught to sweep, sew, wash, and above all to be cleanly and neat in their homes.

_ One of her favorite pupils was brown jon an Indian” boy a eighteen, who -

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aioe Sc or books and was of great aid to his ee During the
hours of study-he often stood by her side and helped her to translate the lesson
iato the Indian tongue. Some of their efforts were very amusing. One day she
oe each one to write a Fetter to her, and one bright- -eyed boy wrote with







Z ‘many ¢ a toes (der Teec Her 1 me like you and me like Skool, but me love pla
_ -Beter.” :

Alter ‘school ‘was over for the day | Isabel would gather several of the
Sas and go with them beneath a large tree near the school and read to
_ them, and teach them to sew. The aes would take their babies, strapped —













a bard, ade them and hang them in Ae ae ae oe Teened to
_{sabel’s teachings. While they could do most beantiful bead-work my could
not mend the simplest parment. | = = -
She taught them to cook and to make: the most of the apie given them
_ by the government. Some of the bread they first made would not be relished
by our readers, but it was far cece than me of the Indian dishes of which
they were fond. Bor soo ues eae
She helped them ‘in their ae ore -so- that the traders soon learned
that the moccasins and leggins bought from the Indians under her charge were
_ better made and brought better prices than those obtained from other sources.

_ There was much that was unpleasant in her life, but the thought that
she was doing good to others was a comfort to her. Her pupils, young and
old, respected her and tried to show their esteem in many ways, So that when

7 ner two years were up did not leave them without deep regret.