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- Title:
- Jack the giant
- Added title page title:
- The Brownies
- Creator:
- Veale, E. ( Author, Primary )
Cox, Palmer, 1840-1924 ( illustrator )
Hubbard Publishing Co. ( Publisher )
- Place of Publication:
- Philadelphia
- Publisher:
- Hubbard Pub'g. Co.
- Publication Date:
- c1896
- Language:
- English
- Physical Description:
- 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.
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- Subjects / Keywords:
- Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896 ( lcsh ) Fantasy literature -- 1896 ( rbgenr ) Baldwin -- 1896
- Genre:
- Children's stories
Fantasy literature ( rbgenr ) novel ( marcgt )
- Spatial Coverage:
- United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
- Target Audience:
- juvenile ( marctarget )
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- General Note:
- With: The busy Brownies / illustrations by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale. [Philadelphia : Hubbard Publishing Co.], c1896. -- and 10 other books.
- Statement of Responsibility:
- illustrated by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale, the fairy tales authoress.
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JACK, THE GIANT OF THE SEA:
ful giant whose name
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tore up by the roots and striped of :
its branches. Do you wonder the
people trembled with fear even at
his name? His home was not
built of wood or brick like ours.
He lived in a cave down by the
sea, and against this ee the
waves beat day and_ night.
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and he would chuckle with delight when a heavy storm
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that the fury of the waves carried off their nets, but this
f old chap knows better, he knows who
stole their net full of fish and carried
them home on his back. It was old
Jack, Ha, Inara
By and by this old giant grew so
wicked that he would watch from the
door of his cave until he saw the fishing
boats near the shore. Then into the
water he would plunge, and boldly grab :
a net filled with thelabor of along, hard
night; throw it over his back and bear it
to his cave and the poor fishermen could
do nothing but work bravely to save
their own lives.
The fisherman suffered from the
bold, bad deeds of this wicked Jack, but
they were not the only ones.“ Fist is
good food,†said Jack, “but sometimes I
relish a good fat ox.†Then it was that
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to throw an ox over his shoulder and bear it away to his
cave. When he wanted a change, he would pick up a sheep
and bear it home in one hand. One dey, Jack made up his
mind to go fishing. “A fine fish I'll have for my supper,â€
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fore answered fora line, and he made his hook from a
huge bolt, bending it into: shape with his strong fingers.
He soon pulled in a large salmon, and ,
threw out his line for another trial. Pre.
sently, he felt something pull on the line, 2 oF
He had never before felt such a ue and he |
felt that whatever there was at the other end :
of the line, it was pulling him more » strong:
ly than he could pull it. Before he could
save iu meele 3 huge sea monster roge haus 7
the surface of the water, and jerked him.
ot from the rock, and drew him out faster, and
faster into the sea, ‘Ihe people of, the vik 4
lage rushed to the shore, and cheered long |
and loud when they saw Jack in such a
sorry plight, They never saw him again,
for the waves and the monster bore him: ;
away farther and still farther until at last he
was lost tosight. If he did not drown, we ;
hope he learned to be a better giant.
THE KIND OLD KING.
Far away, in the land beyond the sea, there once
lived a king, who seemed to have all his heart poulcl wish
for. He had a palace, large and beautiful, furnished with
everything to make him comfortable and happy, Rich and
dainty food was daily placed before him, and servants were
si hand to anticipate his slightest wants. Flowers that al-
| most overcame one with their fragrance, filled the. court-
yard, and from the tree tops, birds poured forth their
sweetest songs. People said that the king wished for
nothing, but they were mistaken. If they could have read
his heart, they would have found that the greatest long-
ing he had ever known was still unsatisfied. He wanted
very much to have a heir to his title and his throne, but
this blessing had always been denied him. It grieved
his majesty so much and he brooded so constantly over -
it that, try as they might, his courtiers could not lift him
from the sad state into which he had fallen.
‘Christmas time
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if was coming nearer
every day. Already
from the cook’s realm came
the savory odors of the rich cakes and puddings that were.
to tempt the king. Hesmiled sadly when he thought how
little He ‘glad Christmas time meant to him. Suddenly
he started up, shook himself.as though he would throw off
the cloak of sadness that had so long covered him, and
started fom his chamber. On through the palace he went,
out into the courte and from there into the street
What had come over the king? Never before had he gone
off by himself in this strange way, Novel as the king's
action seemed, had any of his people followed him to his
destination, they would have been more than surprised
“and would certainly have thought that his royal highness
was quite mad. On down the street went the king, never
stopping until he reached the market house, where right
in front sat a fellow rocane peanuts. Here the king
stopped, and going up to the man, promised him gold by
the bag fullif he would bring all the peanuts that he had>
| to the palace that day. Such a chance made the peanut
man think he was dreaming, but he clutched the gold
eagerly, with promises to bring peanuts by the bushel.
The king’s face was brighter than “it had been for
many a long day, and if you have not guessed the reason
yet, you will in time know that it was because he had
made up his mind to make other people happy. But what
had the peanuts to do with it, youask. All, or at least very.
nearly all. The king was preparing a peanut-hunt for the
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_ village children, and he had set about to do the work him-
self, only calling to his aid a few of his most trusted at-
tendants. All over the palace were hidden little piles of |
peanuts, back of the pictures, under the tables, up stairs,
everywhere you could think of. |
Next day the children were sent for and what a crowd
there was. They seemed spell bound with wonder when
they first came, but fear soon gave way to happiness, and
what a jolly time they did have. The patter of little feet,
‘as the children hunted in merry glee for the hidden nuts,
sounded like music in the king’s ears, and their joyous
laughter was more beautiful to him than the notes of any
bird. One game followed another until night came creep-
ing upon them, then something else happened, the doors.
of the dining hall was thrown epen, and a feastsuch as the
children had never dreamed of was spread for their enjoy-
ment. After this was over, there was arush for the palace
hall, where was displayed the most beautiful Christmas
tree that was ever known. Beautiful presents for every
child hung from the green branches, while in the very top,
Santa Claus himself stood showering down snow balls
so large tne children could scarcely hold them. When
they opened the snow balls, they found them filled with
tiny candies of all shapes andcolors, while in the very cen-
tre was a tiny box, which held a gold ring, set with pearls.
This was the createst treat the village children had
ever had, and they were about wild with delight. dhey:
danced around and around the tree, their bright faces full
of joy. ‘Not asingle child was forgotten, and it seemed as
if the tree would never be stripped of its burden. But it
was growing late, and the king knew the children must
be going home, sO he packed them all into a big. sleigh
and sent them spinning over the crisp snow.
All was over at last, and when each little one nea van-
ished through the palace gate, and the sound of their
merry voices had died away, the king with a heart full of
happiness resolved that never again would he pine in lone-
liness; but would hereafter try to fill his life with suashine
by making sunshine in the lives of others. He did not
forget his resolution, butfrom that time on, he was a chang-
ed man, and before long he became known all through
his realm as the kind old king.
THE STORY OF THE STORM.
We livedson, the old homestead
place when I was a little girl, father and
7 mother, baby Joe and L, and we loved it
a SO much. Every spot ‘was dear to us.
\ g Father loved it best of all 1 think, for
5 grandiather and grandimother had been
married there, he and his. brothers had
been born there, and when father and
mother were married, he had brought
=> his bride right home and there they had
lived all their married life.
But atime came when the place must be
sold. Father had eadored a note for a man
who claimed to be his friend, but the man ‘a
had proved a rascal, and there was : Pe ‘
nothing to be done but to sell the :
old place, for the money must be
raised immediately. Mother was such a good wife that
she kept as brave as she knew how for father’s sake, but
we were broken hearted over the affair. I felt as if all the
sunshine had gone out of my life, when I saw father look-
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of the trouble, but I knew we must leave our old home,
and I knew father was unhappy, and that was grief for me.
Well, the day came for us to leave. We were going
to live in “Blossom Cottage,†a dear little house, built in
the midst of an apple orchard. It was a pretty place, and
especially pretty just then for it was in the springtime,
and the trees were covered with the pink and white flowers.
it seems as though I can remember their dainty perfume
even now. Father worked hard to get us moved, and with
the neighbor’s help, we were soon established in our new
home, and were really quite comfortable and happy.
One day, I can remember it as well as if it were yes-
terday, mother said to me, “I am going to put Baby Joe
‘in the cradle, Esther, and I want you to watch him. The ©
sky looks as though we were going to have a heavy rain,
and the chickens must be fed and shut up before the
storm comes. Father has gone over to the old place for
some things that were left there, so there is no great hurry
about supper. If you'll build up a fire and put on the
kettle, ie will see about the rest, when I come in.†I
was deep in the midst of an interesting book, and paid lit-
tle attention to mother’s instructions, but answered, “ Yes,
mother,†without even glancing up, from the page.
All at once I was aroused by a most tremendous
noise. It was the wind blowing like mad, and with the
wind came great sheets of rain. Crash,
crash, went the trees, and one by one the
branches fell to the ground. Frightened al- as
most to death, I grabbed up the baby in my ane and
crouched ina corner of the kitchen cupboard. The storm
was a wild one, but it spent its fury in a much eorer
time than one would imagine. To me, helpless and alone,
it seemed like hours. As soon as mother could leave the
barn where she had sought shelter, she hurried in to the
house. Never was I so glad to-see anyone before, as I
was to behold mother’s dear face at that time, and what a
comfort it was to crawl up into her lap and sob out how
frightened I had been.
| Father came in before very long al-
most drowned. He had started for home
when he saw the threatening clouds,
thinking he could reach there in time to
escape the storm, but wind and rain had been too quick
for him, and he had hada desperate fight with the gale.
Indeed he looked more like a tramp than anything else,
for his hair was all anal up, and his clothes were badly
torn. > Ele had: been obliged to drop the bag full of things
which he had attempted to bring from the old house. At
one time he had been under an old apple tree just as the
branches were falling,and he had just escaped being hit.
jiviccd he Sale Ae wien be Gauh Gc huge limb falling,
he mec felt as if he would be struck by it, but God was
very good and saved him for na
As we sat at the supper table that night, rejoicing that
we were all safe and sound, mother exclaimed, “ Why,
father, look at Esther’s hair, the child is surely turning
gray. And there sure enough, through the front of my
hair, which was as black as a raven’s wing, was a pure
white lock, caused, no doubt, by my fright over the
storm. I am now an old lady, and have passed through
many storms since, but I think the meow of that dread-
ful day will always remain with meas clear and vivid as
if it were but yesterday. Whenever I hear the wind
blowing and see the great sheets of rain, I think of that
day and the terrible agony I suffered.
FIDDLE-CUM-FEE.
A Lona, long time ago there was a little village called
Harmony. It lay between two tall mountians that shel-
tered it from the storms and tempests
that swept over the neighboring
towns. A beautiful stream flowed into the valley below,
watering the earth and causing it to be very fertile. The
grass grew very green and beautiful in this tiny village,
and the fruit and flowers were larger and more abundant
than anywhere around. The people loved their homes,
and spared no pains or time in making them as beautiful
as they possibly could.
But one day sorrow came to the village. Old Fiddle-
Cum-Fee had heard of the beauties of the village of Har- |
mony and had left his home some hundred miles away to
visit this much talked of meee Fiddle-Cum-Fee was a
great and powerful giant, feared and dreaded by all who
heard of him. He started off one morning bright and
early so as to reach the village while the day was yet
young, and he could do this easily for he wore shoes that
carried him many miles at a single stride. Most of the
villagers were seated at their tables, quietly enjoying their
morning meal, when, all of a sudden, the tables commenc-
ed to rock, plates jumped up and down, cups danced in the
saucers and even the houses seemed to tremble and shake.
The people looked at each other in silence, feeling sure
that an earth-quake had come to destroy their little vil-
lage, and perhaps bring death to many of them. Then
they all rushed to their doors and looked out, and then
hastened out doors, and were terrified to
see the terrible giant coming through the ;
‘street. It was his great weight that was
shaking the village, and his mighty laugh,
when he saw the fear and wonder of the
people sounded like a great clap of thunder.
“Good people,†said he, as he halted in the cen-
ter of the town, « I am Fiddle-Cum-Fee, use
me well, and I will be your friend, but use me
badly, and you will see how Fiddle-Cum-Fee can
repay your bad treatment. Iam tired of my moun-.
. tainhome and need achange. Your village seems to suit .
my purpose, so 1 am come to dwell among you until such
time as it seems best to me to go away. I have had noth-
ing to eat as yet this morning, so bring on your very best
meat, your whitest bread, your choicest fowl and finest
fruit, and I will give you a show of a fine healthy appetite.
If some one will play sweet music, the time will pass
,
more pleasantly.†Almost paralyzed with fear, the people
hurried away to do his bidding, while Fiddie-Cum-Feeseat-
ed himself under an apple tree, for no house could possibly
hold him. It seemed as though the terrible monster
would never get enough, and all were kept busy satis-
fying his demands. Breakfast over, Fiddle-Cum-Fee
wandered back tothe mountain side to takea nap,
for he felt smothered in the little village. When
he was gone, the people put their heads together |
ue tried to think of some way in which they
could get rid of him, for they knew that they
could never supply his wants. Plan after
plan was suggested and discussed, and at
last they decided to cook him ina great
kettle fullof soup. Their idea was to pre-
ag pare a fine lot of soup, place in it a drug,
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the fumes of which would overpower
he became drowsy, they intended to
a) pitch him over into the soup and scald
him to death. Then they would put
him on a raft, and set him adrift on the stream, letting the
current bear him off to sea. Some of the kinder hearted
| people could not bear to do this cruel act, even to so great
an enemy, and so they finally persuaded the rest to rig up
a monstrous balloon, and when he was drowsy from the’
effects of the drug, they fastened him in a basket, and
sent him up. Higher and higher the balloon rose, until
finally, it was lost to sight. Then suddenly they saw it
appear again, and they saw it was coming nearer and
nearer to the earth. They were greatly frightened for
fear it would drop on the land, but a favoring breeze bore
it out to seaand presently it sunk never to be seen again.
YELLOW-BACK, THESPIDER.
HERE was a humming sound in the air.
Whirr! Whirr! Whirr! It was the sound >
ee turned hour after hour.’ He was spinning
a web among the branches of a tall
poplar tree that grew on the
banks of Sunset Lake. Old Mr.
morning the pond lillies, so white and pure
‘turned their smiling faces toward him, nor
did they turn away their heads until long
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great golden ball threw dazzling reds and ie
blues and greens and yellows on the smooth »
surface of the water. The spider
was a good workman, and his
web was made of the finest, silk-
iest thread. He loved to see it
grow, and as it erew bigger day
after day he felt no end of pride.
Now the spider made up his
mind that it would be jolly fun to
coax curious bugs of all sorts and
kinds into his gauzy home and
keep them there.
The first to come along was
a bright eyed fly. “Won't you come in and ret for a
while,†called the crafty spider, “ your tiny wings must
grow tired, do they not?†The little fly was not one bit
tired, but. she thought itr
would be pleasant to stop [ie
awhile with such an agreea- |"
ble companion. A young p se
wasp was the next to fly by VY
quito hearing the merry
chatter of the spider stopped
to listen. The spider saw
him, asked him to join them,
and so another, victim was
added to his list. A bumble
bee that had come to gather
honey from the fragrant
pond lillies thought the
spider was giving a party
and when the spider asked
her to come in she gladly consented. And so one bug
after another was drawn into the web, until the web was
full of the silly creatures that had been enticed by Mr.
Spider’s persuasive invitations. ,The old spider sat in the
middle chuckling with delight. He thought of the fine
feast that awaited him when his. victims would grace his
table, and he had decided that he would give a fine party
and invite all his spider friends, for he certainly had dain-
ties enough tor all. We sat dreaming of the fine times
he would have, and rearing castles in the air.
But “ pride must have a fall,†you know, and‘a big
one certainly came to the spider. He was so greedy nee
he had filled his web too full. Allat once the tiny threads
sage way and plump into the stream below fell spider,
wheel, web, bugs and all. Off went his high hat and that
and his spinning wheel went down in the waters of the
falc! It was certainly a sad ending to all his day dreams,
but we trust it taught him not to be so greedy in the
future.
A THANKSGIVING TALE.
Orp UNncLe NaTHAN
Howe and his wife Debty
lived in a tiny farm house
painted white. The shut-
ters were green, and in
summer arose climbed up
the sides of the house
almost covering this little
dwelling place with its leaves and dark red roses. People
driving by leaned from their carriages to take a peep at
Uncle Nathan’s cottage, and they smiled as though pleas-
ed with the sight that had rewarded their efforts.
But now the bloom had left the rose and the leaves
had fallen one by one until only a few yellow stragglers
lingered. |
Uncle Nathan and Aunt Debby, as every body called
them, lived all alone in theirtiny white house, for they had
neither kith nor kin to shareit with them. Thanksgiv-
ing Day was drawing near and Aunt Debby was busy
making pumpkin pies, and plum mucin frying dough-
nuts, and revelling in cooking to her heart’s concent
“Such a pile of stuff,†thought she, “for two old people
tore ridiof On course I shall send some to the minister
and some to Dr. Brown, but then there will be enough
left-to feed a big family.†And this last idea set Aunt
Debby to thinking harder than ever.
When Uncle Nathan came in to his dinner, he found
his good wife with a very thoughtful face.
“ How does the poultry look, Nathan,†saidshe. Uncle
Nathan smiled at the question, for the poultry fell to his
care, and Aunt Debby never bothered _
about it.
“What is in the air now, old
wife,†said he, somewhat surprised.
“Answer my question and I'll tell you,†she replied.
Now was Uncle Nathan’s turn to look grave. “ They
are lookin’ poorly, Debby,†Said dhe poorer than. lever
saw ’em lookin’ afore. But there isa prime young gobbler
and a duck or two, as pretty as you’d want to see.†Now
I'll tell you a secret. These wise fowls had determined
not to be the victims of Uncle Nathan’s axe, and furnish
somebody’s Thanksgiving dinner, so they had gone with-
out the food Uncle Nathan scattered for them, for so
long, that now they were the weakest, sickest, most miser-
able looking things you could imagine. But there was a
willful young turkey and a pair of silly ducks who said
they had no fear of the axe and could keep away from it.
“That’s plenty,†said Auut
Debby, when she had heard of
the gobbler and two ducks,
“Now Ill tell you my plans.
& I’ve cooked more than enough for us_
two, Nathan, and I want to ask the
“ widow Loveand her six children here
to au anieeeiv nie dinner. The dinner will Ab them all
eood, and I calculate we will get enough happiness out of
it to last us a week. :
s And my three best fowls are for poor widow Love,
and her six youngsters, hey? Well I call that a pretty
good dis- posal to
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wife, and I guessif you
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pies and puddings and cakes to fill’em up, lean do my
part with the poultry and garden stuff.
And so the thing was settled, and when milking was
done that night Uncle Nathan and Aunt Debby stepped
across to the widow’s to ask if they were willing to come,
To be sure they were, and there never was a more joyful
Thanksgiving than this. They all ate till they could
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hardly move, and went home tired
and sleepy, but very happy.
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JACK, THE GIANT OF THE SEA:
ful giant whose name
was Jack. He was as
tall as some of the
ety
a
houses-in the village. where he
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and powerful that the earth trem- |
made his home, and so strong,
bled when he named His cane was
the trunk of a tree which he nad
tore up by the roots and striped of :
its branches. Do you wonder the
people trembled with fear even at
his name? His home was not
built of wood or brick like ours.
He lived in a cave down by the
sea, and against this ee the
waves beat day and_ night.
Old Jack loved to hear them surge against his rocky home,
and he would chuckle with delight when a heavy storm
sent the breakers dashing over his cave. “ Ha, Ha,†roar-
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ed he, “ more fun for old Jack. The fishermen will think
that the fury of the waves carried off their nets, but this
f old chap knows better, he knows who
stole their net full of fish and carried
them home on his back. It was old
Jack, Ha, Inara
By and by this old giant grew so
wicked that he would watch from the
door of his cave until he saw the fishing
boats near the shore. Then into the
water he would plunge, and boldly grab :
a net filled with thelabor of along, hard
night; throw it over his back and bear it
to his cave and the poor fishermen could
do nothing but work bravely to save
their own lives.
The fisherman suffered from the
bold, bad deeds of this wicked Jack, but
they were not the only ones.“ Fist is
good food,†said Jack, “but sometimes I
relish a good fat ox.†Then it was that
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fields where the cattle were grazing. It took him no time
to throw an ox over his shoulder and bear it away to his
cave. When he wanted a change, he would pick up a sheep
and bear it home in one hand. One dey, Jack made up his
mind to go fishing. “A fine fish I'll have for my supper,â€
said he. A tall sappling served him fora pole and a rope
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that had been tied to a cow he had stolen the night be-
fore answered fora line, and he made his hook from a
huge bolt, bending it into: shape with his strong fingers.
He soon pulled in a large salmon, and ,
threw out his line for another trial. Pre.
sently, he felt something pull on the line, 2 oF
He had never before felt such a ue and he |
felt that whatever there was at the other end :
of the line, it was pulling him more » strong:
ly than he could pull it. Before he could
save iu meele 3 huge sea monster roge haus 7
the surface of the water, and jerked him.
ot from the rock, and drew him out faster, and
faster into the sea, ‘Ihe people of, the vik 4
lage rushed to the shore, and cheered long |
and loud when they saw Jack in such a
sorry plight, They never saw him again,
for the waves and the monster bore him: ;
away farther and still farther until at last he
was lost tosight. If he did not drown, we ;
hope he learned to be a better giant.
THE KIND OLD KING.
Far away, in the land beyond the sea, there once
lived a king, who seemed to have all his heart poulcl wish
for. He had a palace, large and beautiful, furnished with
everything to make him comfortable and happy, Rich and
dainty food was daily placed before him, and servants were
si hand to anticipate his slightest wants. Flowers that al-
| most overcame one with their fragrance, filled the. court-
yard, and from the tree tops, birds poured forth their
sweetest songs. People said that the king wished for
nothing, but they were mistaken. If they could have read
his heart, they would have found that the greatest long-
ing he had ever known was still unsatisfied. He wanted
very much to have a heir to his title and his throne, but
this blessing had always been denied him. It grieved
his majesty so much and he brooded so constantly over -
it that, try as they might, his courtiers could not lift him
from the sad state into which he had fallen.
‘Christmas time
Fi Pp
if was coming nearer
every day. Already
from the cook’s realm came
the savory odors of the rich cakes and puddings that were.
to tempt the king. Hesmiled sadly when he thought how
little He ‘glad Christmas time meant to him. Suddenly
he started up, shook himself.as though he would throw off
the cloak of sadness that had so long covered him, and
started fom his chamber. On through the palace he went,
out into the courte and from there into the street
What had come over the king? Never before had he gone
off by himself in this strange way, Novel as the king's
action seemed, had any of his people followed him to his
destination, they would have been more than surprised
“and would certainly have thought that his royal highness
was quite mad. On down the street went the king, never
stopping until he reached the market house, where right
in front sat a fellow rocane peanuts. Here the king
stopped, and going up to the man, promised him gold by
the bag fullif he would bring all the peanuts that he had>
| to the palace that day. Such a chance made the peanut
man think he was dreaming, but he clutched the gold
eagerly, with promises to bring peanuts by the bushel.
The king’s face was brighter than “it had been for
many a long day, and if you have not guessed the reason
yet, you will in time know that it was because he had
made up his mind to make other people happy. But what
had the peanuts to do with it, youask. All, or at least very.
nearly all. The king was preparing a peanut-hunt for the
PUN
_ village children, and he had set about to do the work him-
self, only calling to his aid a few of his most trusted at-
tendants. All over the palace were hidden little piles of |
peanuts, back of the pictures, under the tables, up stairs,
everywhere you could think of. |
Next day the children were sent for and what a crowd
there was. They seemed spell bound with wonder when
they first came, but fear soon gave way to happiness, and
what a jolly time they did have. The patter of little feet,
‘as the children hunted in merry glee for the hidden nuts,
sounded like music in the king’s ears, and their joyous
laughter was more beautiful to him than the notes of any
bird. One game followed another until night came creep-
ing upon them, then something else happened, the doors.
of the dining hall was thrown epen, and a feastsuch as the
children had never dreamed of was spread for their enjoy-
ment. After this was over, there was arush for the palace
hall, where was displayed the most beautiful Christmas
tree that was ever known. Beautiful presents for every
child hung from the green branches, while in the very top,
Santa Claus himself stood showering down snow balls
so large tne children could scarcely hold them. When
they opened the snow balls, they found them filled with
tiny candies of all shapes andcolors, while in the very cen-
tre was a tiny box, which held a gold ring, set with pearls.
This was the createst treat the village children had
ever had, and they were about wild with delight. dhey:
danced around and around the tree, their bright faces full
of joy. ‘Not asingle child was forgotten, and it seemed as
if the tree would never be stripped of its burden. But it
was growing late, and the king knew the children must
be going home, sO he packed them all into a big. sleigh
and sent them spinning over the crisp snow.
All was over at last, and when each little one nea van-
ished through the palace gate, and the sound of their
merry voices had died away, the king with a heart full of
happiness resolved that never again would he pine in lone-
liness; but would hereafter try to fill his life with suashine
by making sunshine in the lives of others. He did not
forget his resolution, butfrom that time on, he was a chang-
ed man, and before long he became known all through
his realm as the kind old king.
THE STORY OF THE STORM.
We livedson, the old homestead
place when I was a little girl, father and
7 mother, baby Joe and L, and we loved it
a SO much. Every spot ‘was dear to us.
\ g Father loved it best of all 1 think, for
5 grandiather and grandimother had been
married there, he and his. brothers had
been born there, and when father and
mother were married, he had brought
=> his bride right home and there they had
lived all their married life.
But atime came when the place must be
sold. Father had eadored a note for a man
who claimed to be his friend, but the man ‘a
had proved a rascal, and there was : Pe ‘
nothing to be done but to sell the :
old place, for the money must be
raised immediately. Mother was such a good wife that
she kept as brave as she knew how for father’s sake, but
we were broken hearted over the affair. I felt as if all the
sunshine had gone out of my life, when I saw father look-
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ing so sorrowful. Of course, I did not realize the extent
of the trouble, but I knew we must leave our old home,
and I knew father was unhappy, and that was grief for me.
Well, the day came for us to leave. We were going
to live in “Blossom Cottage,†a dear little house, built in
the midst of an apple orchard. It was a pretty place, and
especially pretty just then for it was in the springtime,
and the trees were covered with the pink and white flowers.
it seems as though I can remember their dainty perfume
even now. Father worked hard to get us moved, and with
the neighbor’s help, we were soon established in our new
home, and were really quite comfortable and happy.
One day, I can remember it as well as if it were yes-
terday, mother said to me, “I am going to put Baby Joe
‘in the cradle, Esther, and I want you to watch him. The ©
sky looks as though we were going to have a heavy rain,
and the chickens must be fed and shut up before the
storm comes. Father has gone over to the old place for
some things that were left there, so there is no great hurry
about supper. If you'll build up a fire and put on the
kettle, ie will see about the rest, when I come in.†I
was deep in the midst of an interesting book, and paid lit-
tle attention to mother’s instructions, but answered, “ Yes,
mother,†without even glancing up, from the page.
All at once I was aroused by a most tremendous
noise. It was the wind blowing like mad, and with the
wind came great sheets of rain. Crash,
crash, went the trees, and one by one the
branches fell to the ground. Frightened al- as
most to death, I grabbed up the baby in my ane and
crouched ina corner of the kitchen cupboard. The storm
was a wild one, but it spent its fury in a much eorer
time than one would imagine. To me, helpless and alone,
it seemed like hours. As soon as mother could leave the
barn where she had sought shelter, she hurried in to the
house. Never was I so glad to-see anyone before, as I
was to behold mother’s dear face at that time, and what a
comfort it was to crawl up into her lap and sob out how
frightened I had been.
| Father came in before very long al-
most drowned. He had started for home
when he saw the threatening clouds,
thinking he could reach there in time to
escape the storm, but wind and rain had been too quick
for him, and he had hada desperate fight with the gale.
Indeed he looked more like a tramp than anything else,
for his hair was all anal up, and his clothes were badly
torn. > Ele had: been obliged to drop the bag full of things
which he had attempted to bring from the old house. At
one time he had been under an old apple tree just as the
branches were falling,and he had just escaped being hit.
jiviccd he Sale Ae wien be Gauh Gc huge limb falling,
he mec felt as if he would be struck by it, but God was
very good and saved him for na
As we sat at the supper table that night, rejoicing that
we were all safe and sound, mother exclaimed, “ Why,
father, look at Esther’s hair, the child is surely turning
gray. And there sure enough, through the front of my
hair, which was as black as a raven’s wing, was a pure
white lock, caused, no doubt, by my fright over the
storm. I am now an old lady, and have passed through
many storms since, but I think the meow of that dread-
ful day will always remain with meas clear and vivid as
if it were but yesterday. Whenever I hear the wind
blowing and see the great sheets of rain, I think of that
day and the terrible agony I suffered.
FIDDLE-CUM-FEE.
A Lona, long time ago there was a little village called
Harmony. It lay between two tall mountians that shel-
tered it from the storms and tempests
that swept over the neighboring
towns. A beautiful stream flowed into the valley below,
watering the earth and causing it to be very fertile. The
grass grew very green and beautiful in this tiny village,
and the fruit and flowers were larger and more abundant
than anywhere around. The people loved their homes,
and spared no pains or time in making them as beautiful
as they possibly could.
But one day sorrow came to the village. Old Fiddle-
Cum-Fee had heard of the beauties of the village of Har- |
mony and had left his home some hundred miles away to
visit this much talked of meee Fiddle-Cum-Fee was a
great and powerful giant, feared and dreaded by all who
heard of him. He started off one morning bright and
early so as to reach the village while the day was yet
young, and he could do this easily for he wore shoes that
carried him many miles at a single stride. Most of the
villagers were seated at their tables, quietly enjoying their
morning meal, when, all of a sudden, the tables commenc-
ed to rock, plates jumped up and down, cups danced in the
saucers and even the houses seemed to tremble and shake.
The people looked at each other in silence, feeling sure
that an earth-quake had come to destroy their little vil-
lage, and perhaps bring death to many of them. Then
they all rushed to their doors and looked out, and then
hastened out doors, and were terrified to
see the terrible giant coming through the ;
‘street. It was his great weight that was
shaking the village, and his mighty laugh,
when he saw the fear and wonder of the
people sounded like a great clap of thunder.
“Good people,†said he, as he halted in the cen-
ter of the town, « I am Fiddle-Cum-Fee, use
me well, and I will be your friend, but use me
badly, and you will see how Fiddle-Cum-Fee can
repay your bad treatment. Iam tired of my moun-.
. tainhome and need achange. Your village seems to suit .
my purpose, so 1 am come to dwell among you until such
time as it seems best to me to go away. I have had noth-
ing to eat as yet this morning, so bring on your very best
meat, your whitest bread, your choicest fowl and finest
fruit, and I will give you a show of a fine healthy appetite.
If some one will play sweet music, the time will pass
,
more pleasantly.†Almost paralyzed with fear, the people
hurried away to do his bidding, while Fiddie-Cum-Feeseat-
ed himself under an apple tree, for no house could possibly
hold him. It seemed as though the terrible monster
would never get enough, and all were kept busy satis-
fying his demands. Breakfast over, Fiddle-Cum-Fee
wandered back tothe mountain side to takea nap,
for he felt smothered in the little village. When
he was gone, the people put their heads together |
ue tried to think of some way in which they
could get rid of him, for they knew that they
could never supply his wants. Plan after
plan was suggested and discussed, and at
last they decided to cook him ina great
kettle fullof soup. Their idea was to pre-
ag pare a fine lot of soup, place in it a drug,
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ws him, as he leaned over to eat. When
the fumes of which would overpower
he became drowsy, they intended to
a) pitch him over into the soup and scald
him to death. Then they would put
him on a raft, and set him adrift on the stream, letting the
current bear him off to sea. Some of the kinder hearted
| people could not bear to do this cruel act, even to so great
an enemy, and so they finally persuaded the rest to rig up
a monstrous balloon, and when he was drowsy from the’
effects of the drug, they fastened him in a basket, and
sent him up. Higher and higher the balloon rose, until
finally, it was lost to sight. Then suddenly they saw it
appear again, and they saw it was coming nearer and
nearer to the earth. They were greatly frightened for
fear it would drop on the land, but a favoring breeze bore
it out to seaand presently it sunk never to be seen again.
YELLOW-BACK, THESPIDER.
HERE was a humming sound in the air.
Whirr! Whirr! Whirr! It was the sound >
ee turned hour after hour.’ He was spinning
a web among the branches of a tall
poplar tree that grew on the
banks of Sunset Lake. Old Mr.
morning the pond lillies, so white and pure
‘turned their smiling faces toward him, nor
did they turn away their heads until long
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pass noon tide. When evening LN dk
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came the sun sank behind the hill, and this : f
great golden ball threw dazzling reds and ie
blues and greens and yellows on the smooth »
surface of the water. The spider
was a good workman, and his
web was made of the finest, silk-
iest thread. He loved to see it
grow, and as it erew bigger day
after day he felt no end of pride.
Now the spider made up his
mind that it would be jolly fun to
coax curious bugs of all sorts and
kinds into his gauzy home and
keep them there.
The first to come along was
a bright eyed fly. “Won't you come in and ret for a
while,†called the crafty spider, “ your tiny wings must
grow tired, do they not?†The little fly was not one bit
tired, but. she thought itr
would be pleasant to stop [ie
awhile with such an agreea- |"
ble companion. A young p se
wasp was the next to fly by VY
quito hearing the merry
chatter of the spider stopped
to listen. The spider saw
him, asked him to join them,
and so another, victim was
added to his list. A bumble
bee that had come to gather
honey from the fragrant
pond lillies thought the
spider was giving a party
and when the spider asked
her to come in she gladly consented. And so one bug
after another was drawn into the web, until the web was
full of the silly creatures that had been enticed by Mr.
Spider’s persuasive invitations. ,The old spider sat in the
middle chuckling with delight. He thought of the fine
feast that awaited him when his. victims would grace his
table, and he had decided that he would give a fine party
and invite all his spider friends, for he certainly had dain-
ties enough tor all. We sat dreaming of the fine times
he would have, and rearing castles in the air.
But “ pride must have a fall,†you know, and‘a big
one certainly came to the spider. He was so greedy nee
he had filled his web too full. Allat once the tiny threads
sage way and plump into the stream below fell spider,
wheel, web, bugs and all. Off went his high hat and that
and his spinning wheel went down in the waters of the
falc! It was certainly a sad ending to all his day dreams,
but we trust it taught him not to be so greedy in the
future.
A THANKSGIVING TALE.
Orp UNncLe NaTHAN
Howe and his wife Debty
lived in a tiny farm house
painted white. The shut-
ters were green, and in
summer arose climbed up
the sides of the house
almost covering this little
dwelling place with its leaves and dark red roses. People
driving by leaned from their carriages to take a peep at
Uncle Nathan’s cottage, and they smiled as though pleas-
ed with the sight that had rewarded their efforts.
But now the bloom had left the rose and the leaves
had fallen one by one until only a few yellow stragglers
lingered. |
Uncle Nathan and Aunt Debby, as every body called
them, lived all alone in theirtiny white house, for they had
neither kith nor kin to shareit with them. Thanksgiv-
ing Day was drawing near and Aunt Debby was busy
making pumpkin pies, and plum mucin frying dough-
nuts, and revelling in cooking to her heart’s concent
“Such a pile of stuff,†thought she, “for two old people
tore ridiof On course I shall send some to the minister
and some to Dr. Brown, but then there will be enough
left-to feed a big family.†And this last idea set Aunt
Debby to thinking harder than ever.
When Uncle Nathan came in to his dinner, he found
his good wife with a very thoughtful face.
“ How does the poultry look, Nathan,†saidshe. Uncle
Nathan smiled at the question, for the poultry fell to his
care, and Aunt Debby never bothered _
about it.
“What is in the air now, old
wife,†said he, somewhat surprised.
“Answer my question and I'll tell you,†she replied.
Now was Uncle Nathan’s turn to look grave. “ They
are lookin’ poorly, Debby,†Said dhe poorer than. lever
saw ’em lookin’ afore. But there isa prime young gobbler
and a duck or two, as pretty as you’d want to see.†Now
I'll tell you a secret. These wise fowls had determined
not to be the victims of Uncle Nathan’s axe, and furnish
somebody’s Thanksgiving dinner, so they had gone with-
out the food Uncle Nathan scattered for them, for so
long, that now they were the weakest, sickest, most miser-
able looking things you could imagine. But there was a
willful young turkey and a pair of silly ducks who said
they had no fear of the axe and could keep away from it.
“That’s plenty,†said Auut
Debby, when she had heard of
the gobbler and two ducks,
“Now Ill tell you my plans.
& I’ve cooked more than enough for us_
two, Nathan, and I want to ask the
“ widow Loveand her six children here
to au anieeeiv nie dinner. The dinner will Ab them all
eood, and I calculate we will get enough happiness out of
it to last us a week. :
s And my three best fowls are for poor widow Love,
and her six youngsters, hey? Well I call that a pretty
good dis- posal to
Tm avec Ok them vollid
wife, and I guessif you
Ca nemake
Ssenough
pies and puddings and cakes to fill’em up, lean do my
part with the poultry and garden stuff.
And so the thing was settled, and when milking was
done that night Uncle Nathan and Aunt Debby stepped
across to the widow’s to ask if they were willing to come,
To be sure they were, and there never was a more joyful
Thanksgiving than this. They all ate till they could
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hardly move, and went home tired
and sleepy, but very happy.
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