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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/14283-0.txt b/14283-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de41e3a --- /dev/null +++ b/14283-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,798 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14283 *** + +DEW DROPS + + +VOL. 37. No. 16. WEEKLY. + + +DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS. + +GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR. + +APRIL 19, 1914. + + + + +A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER + +BY MARY GILBERT. + + +Dorothy Deane and her little brother Laurence were standing by the +window watching for papa. + +"There he comes!" cried Dorothy at last, and the children raced toward +the corner as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them. + +"Careful now!" said papa warningly, as the two hurrying little figures +reached him. "Don't hit against my dinner pail!" + +"What is in it?" asked Dorothy and Laurence in one breath, as they stood +on tiptoe, trying to peep inside the cover. + +"Guess!" said papa, laughing. "A nickel to the one who guesses right!" + +"Candy!" cried Laurence. + +"Oranges!" said Dorothy. + +Papa shook his head at both these guesses, and at all the others that +followed, until they had reached the house. + +"Now let mamma have a turn," he said, holding the dinner pail up to her +ear. + +"Why, it isn't--" mamma began, with a look of greatest surprise. + +"Yes, it is!" papa declared. Then he took off the cover and tipped the +pail gently over in the middle of the kitchen table and out came ten of +the fluffiest, downiest little chickens that any of them had ever seen. + +"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the children delightedly. "Are they really ours? +Where did you get them?" + +"They are power-house chickens," papa replied, smiling at their +enthusiasm--"hatched right in the engine room!" + +"What do you mean?" asked mamma in astonishment, gazing at the pretty +little creatures. + +"Just what I say," replied papa, who was an engineer in the big power +house down town: "they were hatched on a shelf in the engine room." + +"It was just this way," he explained, hanging up his hat. "Tom Morgan +brought me a dozen eggs from his new hennery about three weeks ago. I +put them on the shelf, intending to bring them home that night, but +never thought of them until this morning, when there seemed to be +something stirring up there. I looked, and, sure enough, there was a +fine brood of chickens, just picking their way out of their shells!" + +"But how did it ever happen?" asked mamma in a puzzled tone. + +"Because the engine, running night and day, gave the eggs just as much +heat as they would have found under a hen's wings," papa replied: "and +they thought that they were put up there to hatch." + +"Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands as the +chickens began to eat the crumbs. "They are the nicest pets that we ever +had in all our lives." + +[Illustration: "Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy.] + +While papa was making a nice coop out of a wooden box, mamma found an +empty tin can that had once held a gallon of maple syrup. She filled +this full of boiling water, screwed the cover on tight, and then wrapped +it up in pieces of flannel. + +"There," she exclaimed triumphantly, fastening the last strip, "let us +see how the chickens like this for a mother!" + +Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little +chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against +the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a +mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the +can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving +the ends open for the chickens to go in and out. + +[Illustration: They cuddled up against the flannel cover.] + +"We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it +will keep the chickens warm." + +And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until +papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn. + + + + +PRINCE GOODHEART'S DAUGHTERS. + +BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS. + + +Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle +and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this +was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins. + +When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a +story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told +how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and +here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child +that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her. +The little princesses listened with wide open eyes, and hoped they, too, +would find a leaf of that marvelous plant some day. + +The next morning Myrtle and Violet were out in the garden early. + +"I'm going outside of the gate," said Myrtle. "I mean to find the +good-luck plant to-day." + +"But we haven't permission to go out," said Violet. + +"I'm not going to ask," said Myrtle. "They'll all be glad when I come +back with the plant. You'd better come with me." + +"But I must get my lessons, and finish the hemming mother gave me to do, +and afterward I promised to weed one of the flower beds for mother. I +must do those things first." + +"Oh, well, I can find it by myself," said Myrtle, and out she ran. + +She didn't have as fine a time as she expected. She got tired and cross. +She looked for the plant by the roadside, and in the park, and on the +lawns. Whenever anyone spoke to her she answered crossly. When the sun +set, and warned her that it was time to go home, she hadn't seen a thing +that looked like the good-luck plant. She shed a few tears as she ran +home. + +At the castle gate she heard a pleasant noise of laughter and happy +voices in the garden. "Could they have had a party without me?" she +cried. + +She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters. +"What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us +all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are +done." + +Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin. +"You said you meant to stay home." + +"So I did," said Violet. She looked so happy and sweet that even cross +Myrtle stopped frowning. "I found it while I was weeding mother's flower +bed. There it was among the pansies. I knew it at once by the horseshoe +shape on the leaves." + + + + +THE QUEER BLACK CALF. + +BY MATTIE W. BAKER. + + +"Please tell us a story, grandpa," said Arthur. + +"A story about papa when he was a boy," added Willie. + +"Well, I'll tell you what your papa did, right over there, when he was +only four years old." + +"We had a very gentle old horse that we called Jenny. When I came home +from any place, and was going to turn her into the pasture, your papa +always wanted to do it himself, so I would give him the end of the +halter, and let him lead her through the lane to the bars. He could drop +down the ends of the bars, for they were only poles, and then Jenny +would hold her head so that he could slip off the halter. + +"Well, one time it was near night when I came home, and your papa was +gone to the bars as usual, so it was growing dark when I saw him coming +back." + +"'What took you so long?' I asked. 'Didn't Jenny hold her head down +good?' + +"'Oh, yes,' he said; 'but I saw a black calf out there in the bushes, +and I thought I'd put the halter on him and lead him home.' + +"'There's no calf in the pasture,' I said. + +"'Yes, there was,' he persisted--'a funny-looking black calf! I went up +to him and tried to put on the halter, but he wouldn't hold his head +down when I told him to; and then he turned around and went off into the +woods, so I came home.' + +"I remembered then that a bear had been seen not far from us a few days +before, and I wondered if my little boy had been trying to put a halter +on a bear! + +"I called the hired man, and got my gun, and we went over there. It was +not so dark but that we could see the bear's tracks in the mud about the +rock, and right among them were the tracks of your papa's little shoes!" + +Both boys' eyes were "as big as saucers." + +"Did papa do that, really?" asked Willie. + +"Yes, he did, for this is a true story." + +"He didn't know any better, he was so little," said Arthur. "I wouldn't +want to try it." + +"I think," laughed grandpa, "that even your papa wouldn't want to try it +now, old as he is!" + + + + +MAISIE PLAYS THE GOOD FAIRY. + +BY COE HAYNE. + + +Often did Maisie play the good fairy when out in fields. When she saw a +lamb caught in the fence, she freed it; when a little bird fell from its +nest she replaced it; when a wee chick lost its mother, she helped it +out of its misery. So did she try each day to make the world happier. + +One day as she was roaming about, she saw something dark in the grass. +She stooped and picked up a pocketbook. Her eyes opened wide with +excitement when she found inside of the pocketbook several five-dollar +bills and some silver. + +[Illustration: Maisie finds a pocketbook.] + +"Who could have lost it?" she asked herself. + +Maisie was going to run to the house to show her mother what she had +found when she caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground +beside the road. + +[Illustration: Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the +ground.] + +She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the +cheek with a wisp of grass, she said: + +"Look up, boy. What is the matter?" + +"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep +to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because +I've lost the money." + +"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie. + +"What good are fairies?" replied the boy. + +"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie. + +"I don't believe it," said the boy. + +"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes." + +The boy closed his eyes. + +"Now repeat after me: + + "Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell, + Come and listen while my woes I tell." + +The boy did as he was told. + +"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie. + +The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the +pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it. + +"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie. + +"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy. + +"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away +laughing. + +"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many +thanks for your kindness." + + + + +THE LITTLE PIONEER'S RIDE. + +BY ANNA E. TREAT. + + +"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the +glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner +camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot." + +The pair of stalwart lads, with rifles on their shoulders, who had been +walking all the forenoon beside the big covered wagon, thought it was, +truly, a fine spot and began to make camp for dinner, unyoking the oxen +and turning them out to graze, kindling a fire with dry twigs and moss +and fetching water from the clear brook that rippled by. + +Meanwhile, children of all ages began to climb down from the wagon. +There were ten of them, fine healthy children; the youngest, Martha, was +a little yellow-haired girl of three, the pet and pride of them all. + +The wagon, which had been their traveling house for a month was well +fitted up for the comfort. The seats were built along the sides and so +contrived as to hook back at night; then the bedding, tightly rolled up +by day, was spread out on the wagon bottom. Under the wagon swung the +large copper kettle, the most important of all things in the households +of those early times. + +After dinner the oxen were yoked up, and in great spirits the pioneers +scrambled to their places in the wagon, and the oxen started on at a +good pace, and they had gone a mile or two before the fearful discovery +was made that little Martha was missing! + +The patient oxen were turned about, and as fast as possible the +distracted family traveled back to the dinner camp, Mr. Harris and the +big brothers calling, as they went, the name of the child. + +The camp was finally reached--but little Martha was not there and no +trace of her could be found. + +The forest had seemed so peaceful an hour before, but now it was filled +with terrors. What wild animals might not lurk in the thickets! The very +brook seemed to murmur of dangers--quicksands and treacherous +water-holes. + +"Baby! Baby!" called Mr. Harris suddenly, breaking into a sharp cry; and +this time, in the anxious waiting pause of silence, a shrill little +voice from right under the wagon piped out, "Here I is!" and over the +rim of the great copper kettle popped Martha's golden head. Scrambling +out, "head-over-heels," she rushed into her mother's arms, as fresh and +rosy from her after-dinner nap as though she had been rocked in the +downiest cradle in the land. + + + + +AN APRIL DAY. + + + Now bless me! where have my rubbers gone, + And where my big umbrell'? + It's pouring rain, and a minute ago + It was just as clear as a bell! + + Oh, here are my rubbers, and here's my umbrell'-- + But, dear! dear me! I say, + The sun's out bright and the rain all gone-- + Did you ever see such a day! + +--_Selected._ + + + + +AN ODD EARTHQUAKE. + + +After Hiram sowed the field of rye, he left the big wooden roller +standing in the lane. It was a big roller, almost five feet high! One +sunny forenoon Roy and Dorothy raced up the lane with little black Trip +and white Snowball at their heels. + +Dorothy was a gay, prancy horse and Roy was a coachman armed with a long +whip. They paused for breath beside the roller. Roy clambered up to the +high seat and flourished his whip. Dorothy drummed on the +hollow-sounding sides with her chubby fingers. Suddenly a loose board +rattled to the ground. Dorothy thrust her curly head inside the roller. + +"Oh, what a nice playhouse!" she cried. + +Roy got down and peered in. + +"So it is," he cried. "We can live here when it rains, for there's a +really roof and a truly floor." + +"We'll call it Clover Cottage," said Dorothy, "for see how thick the +clover is all around it." + +In about an hour "Clover Cottage" was in perfect order. Pictures and +cards were tacked up, and the dolls and the furniture and the dishes all +in place. Snowball was purring on a little bed of pine needles, and Trip +lay beside her fast asleep. + +Tired of her work, Dorothy cuddled down a minute, too. Roy put back the +loose board to shut out the blazing sun. Then he cuddled down beside his +sister, and it was all dark and quiet. + +At twelve o'clock Norah came to the kitchen door and blew the great tin +dinner horn. Hiram promptly unhitched "Old Dolly" from the hay rake and +started for the house. "I may as well haul the roller along and put it +under cover," he said to himself, as he passed the lane. + +He backed patient Dolly into the thills and mounted the high seat. +"Clover Cottage" gave a sudden lurch forward. Dorothy woke with a +scream. Trip was thrown violently into her lap, yelping wildly. Snowball +clawed madly at the slowly-turning roof. Roy tried to shield his sister +with his short arms, as dolls, dishes and themselves rolled together in +confusion. "Old Dolly" pricked up her ears and stopped short. Hiram +sprang down and tried to peer through the cracks of the roller. + +Helped by Roy within, the loose board was soon pushed aside and the +unhappy little inmates of "Clover Cottage" crawled out, one by one. +Frightened Trip shot down the lane. Snowball scrambled up the nearest +tree trunk. + +"Well," said Hiram, "I call this quite an earthquake!" + +--_Child Garden._ + + + + +HOW REX EARNED HIS KEEP. + +BY WINTHROP DAY. + + +When the passenger train stopped at the little station up in the +mountains, Carl and Rosalie were helped out of one of the Pullman cars +by the porter. Sam, their Uncle Jack's big hired man, was there to meet +them with the mountain hack and a team of splendid ponies. + +"So you're all here safe, I see," said Sam in his hearty way. + +"I know that we're here all right," said Rosalie, "but I'm not so sure +about Rex. I haven't seen him since we left Kansas City." + +"Who's Rex?" asked Sam. + +"Why didn't Uncle Jack tell you about Rex?" said Carl. "Rex is our +collie. He was put into the baggage car." + +Just then the station agent walked from the front end of the train +leading an immense dog by a chain. + +"This is Rex," said Rosalie. "Isn't he a fine dog?" + +"We got rid of a dog just last week," said Sam. + +"Why did you get rid of him?" asked Carl. + +"Oh, he wasn't worth his keep. He didn't do anything but eat. It costs +money to feed a dog up our way. I haven't much use for dogs, anyway. +They are a bother where there are a lot of sheep around." + +"But Rex loves sheep," said Rosalie. + +Sam did not look as if he believed this. + +When Rosalie and Carl arrived at their uncle's sheep ranch far up in the +mountains, they were given a warm welcome by their Aunt Janet. + +"Your Uncle Jack told me to kiss you for him as he had to go to his +other ranch for a week," said Aunt Janet. + +Two days later Rex got his chance to prove his worth. Aunt Janet and +Carl and Rosalie were just finishing their supper when a man from a +neighboring sheep ranch knocked at the door and said that the herder of +Uncle Jack's flock of yearlings had broken his leg and that someone +ought to go for a doctor at once. + +[Illustration: Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.] + +"Sam must go," said Aunt Janet. + +"But who will take care of your sheep to-night, ma'am?" said the +neighbor. "I would do it but I left my flock with my little son and must +return at once." + +"Rex will take care of the sheep," said Carl. "I know he will for he +guards anything I ask him to." + +"He looks like a sure enough shepherd dog," said the neighbor. "I would +trust him with a flock of my own." + +So while Sam was hurrying down the mountain side after the doctor, Carl +and Rosalie went with the neighbor through the woods to the place where +Uncle Jack's flock of yearling sheep were feeding. And Rex went with +them. + +"I heard wolves howling last night," said the neighbor. "Your dog will +have to keep close watch to-night." + +"Oh, he will sir," said Rosalie. + +And sure enough! When Sam went to the sheep in the morning he found not +one of them missing. Nor would Rex allow Sam to go near the sheep until +Carl came out and called him away from his post of duty. + + + + +A WASH DAY FANTASY. + + + My mamma says they're spider webs, + All sparkly with the dew, + And mamma's right, she's always right, + And what she says is true. + + But they're so weensy, and so soft, + And white, that just for fun, + I call them fairy baby clothes + A-drying in the sun. + +--_Frederick Hall in "Little Folks."_ + + + + +When Pussy Was Shocked + +By Jean Ford Roe + + +Perhaps you think nobody can shock a cat. But just wait. + +This particular Persian kitten was only six months old, and nearly as +big as he could ever expect to be, and he was a beautiful creature to +look at--all black except his white mittens, boots, nose and +shirt-front, as a Persian cat ought to be; and he had a cunning tassel +in each ear, and a great plumy tail like an ostrich feather, and big +topaz-golden eyes. + +Miss Mary's room and the next one opened into each other and were quite +large, and both were covered with heavy rugs. Pussy's favorite game was +to race back and forth from one end of the rugs to the other; sometimes +he would poke his nose under the edge of a rug and wriggle in between +the rug and the floor until he was simply a hump in the middle of it, +like a dumpling. It was well Miss Mary always knew where he was, or he +might have been stepped on some fine evening. But he was feeling +altogether too lively for any such amusement as that, this cold night. +It was one of those dry, cold, clear evenings when you feel like running +races, or snowballing, and pussy was as full of life and go as even a +cat could be. So he had a little Wild West Show all by himself, with the +rugs for tanbark, and went so fast that he looked like a long +black-and-white fur streak on the bright Persian rugs. + +Now, if you walk and jump about on a heavy carpet for a few minutes, on +a cool night, you may find that if you touch your fingers to anything +iron you will get an electric spark. So when pussy had raced about for +fifteen or twenty minutes on the rugs, he was, though he did not know +it, one capering little battery of electricity. + +Then he jumped up on the bed and began to race over the blankets. He was +going so fast that he could not stop quite quick enough, and the +bedstead was iron. He came up against the foot of it before he could +stop, and though he did not touch it, he got an electric spark right on +the end of his nose! + +If you have ever had a little shock from an electric machine, and can +imagine how it would have felt on the tip of your nose, you will have no +doubt that pussy was shocked. + +He backed off very slowly, considering. His topaz eyes got bigger and +brighter, and his back higher and higher, and his tail plumier and +plumier, every minute. His fur stood out in all directions, and he +lifted his paws and set them down most carefully. He backed, and he +backed, until he came up against the pillows, and then he turned around +and realized that there was another iron thing behind him. Was that +bewitched, too? At any rate, he would be cautious this time and see what +happened. He sat and looked at it for some seconds. Then he reached out +a paw very deliberately and daintily--and got another spark on the tip +of that! + +You see, he had come all the way across the woolen blankets, and made +electricity at every step. + +Then he gave it up. He hopped off the bed in a panic and fled down the +stairs. He came up again after awhile, and curled up on his usual +cushion to go to sleep, but he was a very much puzzled cat, and there is +no doubt that pussy was shocked. + + + + +OUR LESSON.--For April 19. + +PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK. + + +Title.--The Cost of Discipleship.--Luke 14:25-35. + +Golden Text.--Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find +it.--Matt. 16:25. + +_Golden Text for Beginners._--_Be ye kind one to another._--Eph. 4:32. + +Truth.--If we would belong to Jesus, we must deny ourselves. + +1. Jesus spoke to a great crowd that followed him and told them that if +they wanted to be his disciples they must love him better than all else +in the world. + +[Illustration] + +2. He said if they would be his disciples they must be willing to take +up their cross and follow him. + +[Illustration] + +3. He meant that they must be willing to do hard things for his sake. + +4. He said if a man wanted to build a tower he would first see if he had +money enough to build it all. + +[Illustration] + +5. If the man began to build and could not finish it people would laugh +at him. + +6. Jesus wanted to teach them that they should be patient and finish +whatever they began. + +7. If we want to be friends of Jesus we must love him best of all and +obey his words, no matter how hard we may find it to do so. + +8. The love of Jesus in our heart helps us to be good and makes it easy +for us to obey him and do hard things for his sake. + +9. Salt is useful to keep food good and to make it taste pleasant to us. + +[Illustration] + +10. If the salt loses its taste and strength it is useless and is thrown +out. + +11. So it is with our love for Jesus; if it is not strong and true it +will be of no use to us or anyone else. + +12. The true love of Jesus in our hearts grows stronger day by day and +makes us useful and helpful to those around us. + + * * * * * + +QUESTIONS. + +What is the Golden Text? + +What is the Truth? + +1. What did Jesus tell the people they must do if they wanted to be his +disciples? + +2. If they would be his disciples what must they be willing to do? + +3. What did he mean by this? + +4. If a man wanted to build a tower what would he first do? + +5. When would the people laugh? + +6. What did Jesus want to teach them? + +7. If we want to be friends of Jesus what must we do? + +8. What does the love of Jesus in our hearts do? + +9. Of what use is salt? + +10. When is salt thrown out? + +11. When is our love for Jesus of no use to us or anyone else? + +12. What does the true love of Jesus in our hearts do? + + * * * * * + +LESSON HYMN. + +_Tune._--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat). + + Jesus said, "Come, follow me, + And my true disciples be; + Give up all that leads astray, + Walk beside me day by day." + + * * * * * + +Title of Lesson for April 26. + +The Lost Sheep and the Lost Coin.--Luke 15:1-10. + + * * * * * + +Golden Text for April 26. + +There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that +repenteth.--Luke 15:10. + + * * * * * + +Beginners Golden Text for April 26. + +_God is love._--1 John 4:8. + + + + +Knowledge Box + +How Trees Know Their Birthdays. + + +Willard wondered how old the pretty graceful maple that grew outside his +window was. + +"I don't know exactly," said mother, "five or six years I should think. +But the maple has the story of each birthday shut up safe inside its +trunk. If the tree should blow down, or we should ever cut it down we +could tell how many years it had lived. + +"Each year a layer of soft green wood grows right next to the bark, and +when winter comes this wood hardens until it is like the other wood. So +when the tree is cut down we see in rings of wood the number of years it +has been growing." + +--_Zelia Margaret Walters._ + + + + +Advice to Boys and Girls + +Hanging Out Signs. + + +Grace had a sprained ankle when the new little girl moved next door. One +afternoon a week later mother came in to tell Grace that the new little +girl had come over for a visit. + +"I'm glad," said Grace. "Please bring her up, mother, I like her." + +"Why," said mother, "you've never seen her." + +"Yes, but I could hear her every day from my window," said Grace. "I +heard her talk to her little brother, and she's so kind and jolly, and +she never says mean things to the dog, and when her mother calls, she +says, 'yes, mother,' just as pleasant, and runs right away to see what +she wants. She's always singing, too. I know she's nice." + +"So little June has been hanging out signs telling just what she was +though you haven't seen her," said mother with a smile. "I hope my +daughter is putting out as good signs both for those who hear her, and +those who see her." + +What kind of signs are you hanging out, boys and girls? You are putting +out some kind all the time. What would the next-door neighbor think of +you if she only heard what you said to mother, and little brother, and +the pets? Would she know you were kind, or would she think you were +cross? Or suppose your neighbor were deaf, and could only see what you +did. Would she read the sign of smiles on your face, or the sign of +frowns? Would she see prompt obedience, and cheerful work, or lagging +footsteps, and the shirking of tasks? Look over your signs to-day, and +see if you are hanging out pleasant ones so that people will be sure you +are nice. + +--_Jane West._ + + + + +[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail +Matter.] + +Price of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents +per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address, + +DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL. + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Dew Drops, Vol. 37. 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No. 16. WEEKLY.<br /> +DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.<br /> +GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.<br /> +APRIL 19, 1914.<br /></b></center> +<br /><br /> + + +<center> +<img src='images/illus002.jpg' width='400' height='153' alt='A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER +BY MARY GILBERT.' title='A A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER BY MARY GILBERT.' /> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>Dorothy Deane and her little brother Laurence were standing by the +window watching for papa.</p> + +<p>"There he comes!" cried Dorothy at last, and the children raced toward +the corner as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them.</p> + +<p>"Careful now!" said papa warningly, as the two hurrying little figures +reached him. "Don't hit against my dinner pail!"</p> + +<p>"What is in it?" asked Dorothy and Laurence in one breath, as they stood +on tiptoe, trying to peep inside the cover.</p> + +<p>"Guess!" said papa, laughing. "A nickel to the one who guesses right!"</p> + +<p>"Candy!" cried Laurence.</p> + +<p>"Oranges!" said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>Papa shook his head at both these guesses, and at all the others that +followed, until they had reached the house.</p> + +<p>"Now let mamma have a turn," he said, holding the dinner pail up to her +ear.</p> + +<p>"Why, it isn't—" mamma began, with a look of greatest surprise.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is!" papa declared. Then he took off the cover and tipped the +pail gently over in the middle of the kitchen table and out came ten of +the fluffiest, downiest little chickens that any of them had ever seen.</p> + +<p>"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the children delightedly. "Are they really ours? +Where did you get them?"</p> + +<p>"They are power-house chickens," papa replied, smiling at their +enthusiasm—"hatched right in the engine room!"</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" asked mamma in astonishment, gazing at the pretty +little creatures.</p> + +<p>"Just what I say," replied papa, who was an engineer in the big power +house down town: "they were hatched on a shelf in the engine room."</p> + +<p>"It was just this way," he explained, hanging up his hat. "Tom Morgan +brought me a dozen eggs from his new hennery about three weeks ago. I +put them on the shelf, intending to bring them home that night, but +never thought of them until this morning, when there seemed to be +something stirring up there. I looked, and, sure enough, there was a +fine brood of chickens, just picking their way out of their shells!"</p> + +<p>"But how did it ever happen?" asked mamma in a puzzled tone.</p> + +<p>"Because the engine, running night and day, gave the eggs just as much +heat as they would have found under a hen's wings," papa replied: "and +they thought that they were put up there to hatch."</p> + +<p>"Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands as the +chickens began to eat the crumbs. "They are the nicest pets that we ever +had in all our lives."</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus003.jpg' width='346' height='458' +alt='"Oh, aren’t they darlings!" cried Dorothy.' +title='"Oh, aren’t they darlings!" cried Dorothy.' /> +</center> + +<p>While papa was making a nice coop out of a wooden box, mamma found an +empty tin can that had once held a gallon of maple syrup. She filled +this full of boiling water, screwed the cover on tight, and then wrapped +it up in pieces of flannel.</p> + +<p>"There," she exclaimed triumphantly, fastening the last strip, "let us +see how the chickens like this for a mother!"</p> + +<p>Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little +chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against +the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a +mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the +can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving +the ends open for the chickens to go in and out.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus004.jpg' width='500' height='318' alt='They cuddled up against the flannel cover.' +title='They cuddled up against the flannel cover.' /><br /> +<b>They cuddled up against the flannel cover.</b> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>"We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it +will keep the chickens warm."</p> + +<p>And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until +papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>PRINCE GOODHEART'S DAUGHTERS.</h3> +<h4>BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle +and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this +was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins.</p> + +<p>When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a +story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told +how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and +here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child +that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her. +The little princesses listened with wide open eyes, and hoped they, too, +would find a leaf of that marvelous plant some day.</p> + +<p>The next morning Myrtle and Violet were out in the garden early.</p> + +<p>"I'm going outside of the gate," said Myrtle. "I mean to find the +good-luck plant to-day."</p> + +<p>"But we haven't permission to go out," said Violet.</p> + +<p>"I'm not going to ask," said Myrtle. "They'll all be glad when I come +back with the plant. You'd better come with me."</p> + +<p>"But I must get my lessons, and finish the hemming mother gave me to do, +and afterward I promised to weed one of the flower beds for mother. I +must do those things first."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, I can find it by myself," said Myrtle, and out she ran.</p> + +<p>She didn't have as fine a time as she expected. She got tired and cross. +She looked for the plant by the roadside, and in the park, and on the +lawns. Whenever anyone spoke to her she answered crossly. When the sun +set, and warned her that it was time to go home, she hadn't seen a thing +that looked like the good-luck plant. She shed a few tears as she ran +home.</p> + +<p>At the castle gate she heard a pleasant noise of laughter and happy +voices in the garden. "Could they have had a party without me?" she +cried.</p> + +<p>She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters. +"What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us +all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are +done."</p> + +<p>Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin. +"You said you meant to stay home."</p> + +<p>"So I did," said Violet. She looked so happy and sweet that even cross +Myrtle stopped frowning. "I found it while I was weeding mother's flower +bed. There it was among the pansies. I knew it at once by the horseshoe +shape on the leaves."</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>THE QUEER BLACK CALF.</h3> +<h4>BY MATTIE W. BAKER.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>"Please tell us a story, grandpa," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>"A story about papa when he was a boy," added Willie.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll tell you what your papa did, right over there, when he was +only four years old."</p> + +<p>"We had a very gentle old horse that we called Jenny. When I came home +from any place, and was going to turn her into the pasture, your papa +always wanted to do it himself, so I would give him the end of the +halter, and let him lead her through the lane to the bars. He could drop +down the ends of the bars, for they were only poles, and then Jenny +would hold her head so that he could slip off the halter.</p> + +<p>"Well, one time it was near night when I came home, and your papa was +gone to the bars as usual, so it was growing dark when I saw him coming +back."</p> + +<p>"'What took you so long?' I asked. 'Didn't Jenny hold her head down +good?'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, yes,' he said; 'but I saw a black calf out there in the bushes, +and I thought I'd put the halter on him and lead him home.'</p> + +<p>"'There's no calf in the pasture,' I said.</p> + +<p>"'Yes, there was,' he persisted—'a funny-looking black calf! I went up +to him and tried to put on the halter, but he wouldn't hold his head +down when I told him to; and then he turned around and went off into the +woods, so I came home.'</p> + +<p>"I remembered then that a bear had been seen not far from us a few days +before, and I wondered if my little boy had been trying to put a halter +on a bear!</p> + +<p>"I called the hired man, and got my gun, and we went over there. It was +not so dark but that we could see the bear's tracks in the mud about the +rock, and right among them were the tracks of your papa's little shoes!"</p> + +<p>Both boys' eyes were "as big as saucers."</p> + +<p>"Did papa do that, really?" asked Willie.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he did, for this is a true story."</p> + +<p>"He didn't know any better, he was so little," said Arthur. "I wouldn't +want to try it."</p> + +<p>"I think," laughed grandpa, "that even your papa wouldn't want to try it +now, old as he is!"</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>MAISIE PLAYS THE GOOD FAIRY.</h3> +<h4>BY COE HAYNE.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>Often did Maisie play the good fairy when out in fields. When she saw a +lamb caught in the fence, she freed it; when a little bird fell from its +nest she replaced it; when a wee chick lost its mother, she helped it +out of its misery. So did she try each day to make the world happier.</p> + +<p>One day as she was roaming about, she saw something dark in the grass. +She stooped and picked up a pocketbook. Her eyes opened wide with +excitement when she found inside of the pocketbook several five-dollar +bills and some silver.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus006.jpg' width='300' height='404' alt='Maisie finds a pocketbook.' +title='Maisie finds a pocketbook.' /> +<br /> +<b>Maisie finds a pocketbook.</b> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>"Who could have lost it?" she asked herself.</p> + +<p>Maisie was going to run to the house to show her mother what she had +found when she caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground +beside the road.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus005.jpg' width='400' height='413' alt='Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground.' +title='Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground.' /> +</center> + +<p>She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the +cheek with a wisp of grass, she said:</p> + +<p>"Look up, boy. What is the matter?"</p> + +<p>"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep +to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because +I've lost the money."</p> + +<p>"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie.</p> + +<p>"What good are fairies?" replied the boy.</p> + +<p>"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe it," said the boy.</p> + +<p>"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes."</p> + +<p>The boy closed his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Now repeat after me:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Come and listen while my woes I tell."</span><br /> + +<p>The boy did as he was told.</p> + +<p>"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie.</p> + +<p>The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the +pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it.</p> + +<p>"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie.</p> + +<p>"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy.</p> + +<p>"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away +laughing.</p> + +<p>"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many +thanks for your kindness."</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>THE LITTLE PIONEER'S RIDE.</h3> +<h4>BY ANNA E. TREAT.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the +glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner +camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot."</p> + +<p>The pair of stalwart lads, with rifles on their shoulders, who had been +walking all the forenoon beside the big covered wagon, thought it was, +truly, a fine spot and began to make camp for dinner, unyoking the oxen +and turning them out to graze, kindling a fire with dry twigs and moss +and fetching water from the clear brook that rippled by.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, children of all ages began to climb down from the wagon. +There were ten of them, fine healthy children; the youngest, Martha, was +a little yellow-haired girl of three, the pet and pride of them all.</p> + +<p>The wagon, which had been their traveling house for a month was well +fitted up for the comfort. The seats were built along the sides and so +contrived as to hook back at night; then the bedding, tightly rolled up +by day, was spread out on the wagon bottom. Under the wagon swung the +large copper kettle, the most important of all things in the households +of those early times.</p> + +<p>After dinner the oxen were yoked up, and in great spirits the pioneers +scrambled to their places in the wagon, and the oxen started on at a +good pace, and they had gone a mile or two before the fearful discovery +was made that little Martha was missing!</p> + +<p>The patient oxen were turned about, and as fast as possible the +distracted family traveled back to the dinner camp, Mr. Harris and the +big brothers calling, as they went, the name of the child.</p> + +<p>The camp was finally reached—but little Martha was not there and no +trace of her could be found.</p> + +<p>The forest had seemed so peaceful an hour before, but now it was filled +with terrors. What wild animals might not lurk in the thickets! The very +brook seemed to murmur of dangers—quicksands and treacherous +water-holes.</p> + +<p>"Baby! Baby!" called Mr. Harris suddenly, breaking into a sharp cry; and +this time, in the anxious waiting pause of silence, a shrill little +voice from right under the wagon piped out, "Here I is!" and over the +rim of the great copper kettle popped Martha's golden head. Scrambling +out, "head-over-heels," she rushed into her mother's arms, as fresh and +rosy from her after-dinner nap as though she had been rocked in the +downiest cradle in the land.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>AN APRIL DAY.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Now bless me! where have my rubbers gone,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And where my big umbrell'?</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>It's pouring rain, and a minute ago</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>It was just as clear as a bell!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Oh, here are my rubbers, and here's my umbrell'—</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>But, dear! dear me! I say,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The sun's out bright and the rain all gone—</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Did you ever see such a day!</span><br /> + +<p>—<i>Selected.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>AN ODD EARTHQUAKE.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>After Hiram sowed the field of rye, he left the big wooden roller +standing in the lane. It was a big roller, almost five feet high! One +sunny forenoon Roy and Dorothy raced up the lane with little black Trip +and white Snowball at their heels.</p> + +<p>Dorothy was a gay, prancy horse and Roy was a coachman armed with a long +whip. They paused for breath beside the roller. Roy clambered up to the +high seat and flourished his whip. Dorothy drummed on the +hollow-sounding sides with her chubby fingers. Suddenly a loose board +rattled to the ground. Dorothy thrust her curly head inside the roller.</p> + +<p>"Oh, what a nice playhouse!" she cried.</p> + +<p>Roy got down and peered in.</p> + +<p>"So it is," he cried. "We can live here when it rains, for there's a +really roof and a truly floor."</p> + +<p>"We'll call it Clover Cottage," said Dorothy, "for see how thick the +clover is all around it."</p> + +<p>In about an hour "Clover Cottage" was in perfect order. Pictures and +cards were tacked up, and the dolls and the furniture and the dishes all +in place. Snowball was purring on a little bed of pine needles, and Trip +lay beside her fast asleep.</p> + +<p>Tired of her work, Dorothy cuddled down a minute, too. Roy put back the +loose board to shut out the blazing sun. Then he cuddled down beside his +sister, and it was all dark and quiet.</p> + +<p>At twelve o'clock Norah came to the kitchen door and blew the great tin +dinner horn. Hiram promptly unhitched "Old Dolly" from the hay rake and +started for the house. "I may as well haul the roller along and put it +under cover," he said to himself, as he passed the lane.</p> + +<p>He backed patient Dolly into the thills and mounted the high seat. +"Clover Cottage" gave a sudden lurch forward. Dorothy woke with a +scream. Trip was thrown violently into her lap, yelping wildly. Snowball +clawed madly at the slowly-turning roof. Roy tried to shield his sister +with his short arms, as dolls, dishes and themselves rolled together in +confusion. "Old Dolly" pricked up her ears and stopped short. Hiram +sprang down and tried to peer through the cracks of the roller.</p> + +<p>Helped by Roy within, the loose board was soon pushed aside and the +unhappy little inmates of "Clover Cottage" crawled out, one by one. +Frightened Trip shot down the lane. Snowball scrambled up the nearest +tree trunk.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Hiram, "I call this quite an earthquake!"</p> + +<p>—<i>Child Garden.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>HOW REX EARNED HIS KEEP.</h3> +<h4>BY WINTHROP DAY.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>When the passenger train stopped at the little station up in the +mountains, Carl and Rosalie were helped out of one of the Pullman cars +by the porter. Sam, their Uncle Jack's big hired man, was there to meet +them with the mountain hack and a team of splendid ponies.</p> + +<p>"So you're all here safe, I see," said Sam in his hearty way.</p> + +<p>"I know that we're here all right," said Rosalie, "but I'm not so sure +about Rex. I haven't seen him since we left Kansas City."</p> + +<p>"Who's Rex?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't Uncle Jack tell you about Rex?" said Carl. "Rex is our +collie. He was put into the baggage car."</p> + +<p>Just then the station agent walked from the front end of the train +leading an immense dog by a chain.</p> + +<p>"This is Rex," said Rosalie. "Isn't he a fine dog?"</p> + +<p>"We got rid of a dog just last week," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Why did you get rid of him?" asked Carl.</p> + +<p>"Oh, he wasn't worth his keep. He didn't do anything but eat. It costs +money to feed a dog up our way. I haven't much use for dogs, anyway. +They are a bother where there are a lot of sheep around."</p> + +<p>"But Rex loves sheep," said Rosalie.</p> + +<p>Sam did not look as if he believed this.</p> + +<p>When Rosalie and Carl arrived at their uncle's sheep ranch far up in the +mountains, they were given a warm welcome by their Aunt Janet.</p> + +<p>"Your Uncle Jack told me to kiss you for him as he had to go to his +other ranch for a week," said Aunt Janet.</p> + +<p>Two days later Rex got his chance to prove his worth. Aunt Janet and +Carl and Rosalie were just finishing their supper when a man from a +neighboring sheep ranch knocked at the door and said that the herder of +Uncle Jack's flock of yearlings had broken his leg and that someone +ought to go for a doctor at once.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus007.jpg' width='400' height='333' alt='Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.' +title='Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.' /> +</center> + +<p>"Sam must go," said Aunt Janet.</p> + +<p>"But who will take care of your sheep to-night, ma'am?" said the +neighbor. "I would do it but I left my flock with my little son and must +return at once."</p> + +<p>"Rex will take care of the sheep," said Carl. "I know he will for he +guards anything I ask him to."</p> + +<p>"He looks like a sure enough shepherd dog," said the neighbor. "I would +trust him with a flock of my own."</p> + +<p>So while Sam was hurrying down the mountain side after the doctor, Carl +and Rosalie went with the neighbor through the woods to the place where +Uncle Jack's flock of yearling sheep were feeding. And Rex went with +them.</p> + +<p>"I heard wolves howling last night," said the neighbor. "Your dog will +have to keep close watch to-night."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he will sir," said Rosalie.</p> + +<p>And sure enough! When Sam went to the sheep in the morning he found not +one of them missing. Nor would Rex allow Sam to go near the sheep until +Carl came out and called him away from his post of duty.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>A WASH DAY FANTASY.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>My mamma says they're spider webs,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>All sparkly with the dew,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And mamma's right, she's always right,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And what she says is true.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But they're so weensy, and so soft,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And white, that just for fun,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>I call them fairy baby clothes</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>A-drying in the sun.</span><br /> + +<p>—<i>Frederick Hall in "Little Folks."</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<center> +<img src='images/illus008.jpg' width='500' height='180' alt='When Pussy Was Shocked +By Jean Ford Roe' title='When Pussy Was Shocked By Jean Ford Roe' /> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>Perhaps you think nobody can shock a cat. But just wait.</p> + +<p>This particular Persian kitten was only six months old, and nearly as +big as he could ever expect to be, and he was a beautiful creature to +look at—all black except his white mittens, boots, nose and +shirt-front, as a Persian cat ought to be; and he had a cunning tassel +in each ear, and a great plumy tail like an ostrich feather, and big +topaz-golden eyes.</p> + +<p>Miss Mary's room and the next one opened into each other and were quite +large, and both were covered with heavy rugs. Pussy's favorite game was +to race back and forth from one end of the rugs to the other; sometimes +he would poke his nose under the edge of a rug and wriggle in between +the rug and the floor until he was simply a hump in the middle of it, +like a dumpling. It was well Miss Mary always knew where he was, or he +might have been stepped on some fine evening. But he was feeling +altogether too lively for any such amusement as that, this cold night. +It was one of those dry, cold, clear evenings when you feel like running +races, or snowballing, and pussy was as full of life and go as even a +cat could be. So he had a little Wild West Show all by himself, with the +rugs for tanbark, and went so fast that he looked like a long +black-and-white fur streak on the bright Persian rugs.</p> + +<p>Now, if you walk and jump about on a heavy carpet for a few minutes, on +a cool night, you may find that if you touch your fingers to anything +iron you will get an electric spark. So when pussy had raced about for +fifteen or twenty minutes on the rugs, he was, though he did not know +it, one capering little battery of electricity.</p> + +<p>Then he jumped up on the bed and began to race over the blankets. He was +going so fast that he could not stop quite quick enough, and the +bedstead was iron. He came up against the foot of it before he could +stop, and though he did not touch it, he got an electric spark right on +the end of his nose!</p> + +<p>If you have ever had a little shock from an electric machine, and can +imagine how it would have felt on the tip of your nose, you will have no +doubt that pussy was shocked.</p> + +<p>He backed off very slowly, considering. His topaz eyes got bigger and +brighter, and his back higher and higher, and his tail plumier and +plumier, every minute. His fur stood out in all directions, and he +lifted his paws and set them down most carefully. He backed, and he +backed, until he came up against the pillows, and then he turned around +and realized that there was another iron thing behind him. Was that +bewitched, too? At any rate, he would be cautious this time and see what +happened. He sat and looked at it for some seconds. Then he reached out +a paw very deliberately and daintily—and got another spark on the tip +of that!</p> + +<p>You see, he had come all the way across the woolen blankets, and made +electricity at every step.</p> + +<p>Then he gave it up. He hopped off the bed in a panic and fled down the +stairs. He came up again after awhile, and curled up on his usual +cushion to go to sleep, but he was a very much puzzled cat, and there is +no doubt that pussy was shocked.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>OUR LESSON.—For April 19.</h3> +<h4>PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>Title.—The Cost of Discipleship.—Luke 14:25-35.</p> + +<p>Golden Text.—Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find +it.—Matt. 16:25.</p> + +<p><i>Golden Text for Beginners.</i>—<i>Be ye kind one to another.</i>—Eph. 4:32.</p> + +<p>Truth.—If we would belong to Jesus, we must deny ourselves.</p> + +<p>1. Jesus spoke to a great crowd that followed him and told them that if +they wanted to be his disciples they must love him better than all else +in the world.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus009.png' width='400' height='244' alt='Illustration' title='Illustration' /> +</center> + +<p>2. He said if they would be his disciples they must be willing to take +up their cross and follow him.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus010.png' width='250' height='296' alt='Take up the cross and follow me' +title='Take up the cross and follow me' /> +</center> + +<p>3. He meant that they must be willing to do hard things for his sake.</p> + +<p>4. He said if a man wanted to build a tower he would first see if he had +money enough to build it all.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus011.png' width='400' height='368' alt='Illustration' title='Illustration' /> +</center> + +<p>5. If the man began to build and could not finish it people would laugh +at him.</p> + +<p>6. Jesus wanted to teach them that they should be patient and finish +whatever they began.</p> + +<p>7. If we want to be friends of Jesus we must love him best of all and +obey his words, no matter how hard we may find it to do so.</p> + +<p>8. The love of Jesus in our heart helps us to be good and makes it easy +for us to obey him and do hard things for his sake.</p> + +<p>9. Salt is useful to keep food good and to make it taste pleasant to us.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus012.png' width='400' height='407' alt='Illustration' title='Illustration' /> +</center> + +<p>10. If the salt loses its taste and strength it is useless and is thrown +out.</p> + +<p>11. So it is with our love for Jesus; if it is not strong and true it +will be of no use to us or anyone else.</p> + +<p>12. The true love of Jesus in our hearts grows stronger day by day and +makes us useful and helpful to those around us.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>QUESTIONS.</h4> + +<p>What is the Golden Text?</p> + +<p>What is the Truth?</p> + +<p>1. What did Jesus tell the people they must do if they wanted to be his +disciples?</p> + +<p>2. If they would be his disciples what must they be willing to do?</p> + +<p>3. What did he mean by this?</p> + +<p>4. If a man wanted to build a tower what would he first do?</p> + +<p>5. When would the people laugh?</p> + +<p>6. What did Jesus want to teach them?</p> + +<p>7. If we want to be friends of Jesus what must we do?</p> + +<p>8. What does the love of Jesus in our hearts do?</p> + +<p>9. Of what use is salt?</p> + +<p>10. When is salt thrown out?</p> + +<p>11. When is our love for Jesus of no use to us or anyone else?</p> + +<p>12. What does the true love of Jesus in our hearts do?</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>LESSON HYMN.</h4> + +<p><i>Tune.</i>—"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Jesus said, "Come, follow me,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And my true disciples be;</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Give up all that leads astray,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Walk beside me day by day."</span><br /> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Title of Lesson for April 26.</h4> + +<p>The Lost Sheep and the Lost Coin.—Luke 15:1-10.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Golden Text for April 26.</h4> + +<p>There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that +repenteth.—Luke 15:10.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Beginners Golden Text for April 26.</h4> + +<p><i>God is love.</i>—1 John 4:8.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<center> +<img src='images/illus013.png' width='500' height='106' alt='Knowledge Box' +title='Knowledge Box' /> +</center> + +<h3>How Trees Know Their Birthdays.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>Willard wondered how old the pretty graceful maple that grew outside his +window was.</p> + +<p>"I don't know exactly," said mother, "five or six years I should think. +But the maple has the story of each birthday shut up safe inside its +trunk. If the tree should blow down, or we should ever cut it down we +could tell how many years it had lived.</p> + +<p>"Each year a layer of soft green wood grows right next to the bark, and +when winter comes this wood hardens until it is like the other wood. So +when the tree is cut down we see in rings of wood the number of years it +has been growing."</p> + +<p>—<i>Zelia Margaret Walters.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<center> +<img src='images/illus014.png' width='500' height='118' alt='Advice to Boys and Girls' +title='Advice to Boys and Girls' /> +</center> +<h3>Hanging Out Signs.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>Grace had a sprained ankle when the new little girl moved next door. One +afternoon a week later mother came in to tell Grace that the new little +girl had come over for a visit.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad," said Grace. "Please bring her up, mother, I like her."</p> + +<p>"Why," said mother, "you've never seen her."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but I could hear her every day from my window," said Grace. "I +heard her talk to her little brother, and she's so kind and jolly, and +she never says mean things to the dog, and when her mother calls, she +says, 'yes, mother,' just as pleasant, and runs right away to see what +she wants. She's always singing, too. I know she's nice."</p> + +<p>"So little June has been hanging out signs telling just what she was +though you haven't seen her," said mother with a smile. "I hope my +daughter is putting out as good signs both for those who hear her, and +those who see her."</p> + +<p>What kind of signs are you hanging out, boys and girls? You are putting +out some kind all the time. What would the next-door neighbor think of +you if she only heard what you said to mother, and little brother, and +the pets? Would she know you were kind, or would she think you were +cross? Or suppose your neighbor were deaf, and could only see what you +did. Would she read the sign of smiles on your face, or the sign of +frowns? Would she see prompt obedience, and cheerful work, or lagging +footsteps, and the shirking of tasks? Look over your signs to-day, and +see if you are hanging out pleasant ones so that people will be sure you +are nice.</p> + +<p>—<i>Jane West.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<p>[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail +Matter.]</p> + +<p>Price of Dew Drops.—In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents +per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,</p> + +<p>DAVID C. 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No. 16., April 19, 1914 +by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37. No. 16., April 19, 1914 + +Author: Various + Edited by George E. Cook + +Release Date: December 7, 2004 [EBook #14283] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DEW DROPS, NO. 16 *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Suzanne Lybarger and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<center> +<img src='images/illus001.jpg' width='770' height='153' alt='DEW DROPS' title='DEW DROPS' /> +</center> +<br /> + +<center><b>VOL. 37. No. 16. WEEKLY.<br /> +DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.<br /> +GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.<br /> +APRIL 19, 1914.<br /></b></center> +<br /><br /> + + +<center> +<img src='images/illus002.jpg' width='400' height='153' alt='A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER +BY MARY GILBERT.' title='A A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER BY MARY GILBERT.' /> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>Dorothy Deane and her little brother Laurence were standing by the +window watching for papa.</p> + +<p>"There he comes!" cried Dorothy at last, and the children raced toward +the corner as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them.</p> + +<p>"Careful now!" said papa warningly, as the two hurrying little figures +reached him. "Don't hit against my dinner pail!"</p> + +<p>"What is in it?" asked Dorothy and Laurence in one breath, as they stood +on tiptoe, trying to peep inside the cover.</p> + +<p>"Guess!" said papa, laughing. "A nickel to the one who guesses right!"</p> + +<p>"Candy!" cried Laurence.</p> + +<p>"Oranges!" said Dorothy.</p> + +<p>Papa shook his head at both these guesses, and at all the others that +followed, until they had reached the house.</p> + +<p>"Now let mamma have a turn," he said, holding the dinner pail up to her +ear.</p> + +<p>"Why, it isn't—" mamma began, with a look of greatest surprise.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is!" papa declared. Then he took off the cover and tipped the +pail gently over in the middle of the kitchen table and out came ten of +the fluffiest, downiest little chickens that any of them had ever seen.</p> + +<p>"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the children delightedly. "Are they really ours? +Where did you get them?"</p> + +<p>"They are power-house chickens," papa replied, smiling at their +enthusiasm—"hatched right in the engine room!"</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" asked mamma in astonishment, gazing at the pretty +little creatures.</p> + +<p>"Just what I say," replied papa, who was an engineer in the big power +house down town: "they were hatched on a shelf in the engine room."</p> + +<p>"It was just this way," he explained, hanging up his hat. "Tom Morgan +brought me a dozen eggs from his new hennery about three weeks ago. I +put them on the shelf, intending to bring them home that night, but +never thought of them until this morning, when there seemed to be +something stirring up there. I looked, and, sure enough, there was a +fine brood of chickens, just picking their way out of their shells!"</p> + +<p>"But how did it ever happen?" asked mamma in a puzzled tone.</p> + +<p>"Because the engine, running night and day, gave the eggs just as much +heat as they would have found under a hen's wings," papa replied: "and +they thought that they were put up there to hatch."</p> + +<p>"Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands as the +chickens began to eat the crumbs. "They are the nicest pets that we ever +had in all our lives."</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus003.jpg' width='346' height='458' +alt='"Oh, aren’t they darlings!" cried Dorothy.' +title='"Oh, aren’t they darlings!" cried Dorothy.' /> +</center> + +<p>While papa was making a nice coop out of a wooden box, mamma found an +empty tin can that had once held a gallon of maple syrup. She filled +this full of boiling water, screwed the cover on tight, and then wrapped +it up in pieces of flannel.</p> + +<p>"There," she exclaimed triumphantly, fastening the last strip, "let us +see how the chickens like this for a mother!"</p> + +<p>Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little +chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against +the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a +mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the +can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving +the ends open for the chickens to go in and out.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus004.jpg' width='500' height='318' alt='They cuddled up against the flannel cover.' +title='They cuddled up against the flannel cover.' /><br /> +<b>They cuddled up against the flannel cover.</b> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>"We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it +will keep the chickens warm."</p> + +<p>And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until +papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>PRINCE GOODHEART'S DAUGHTERS.</h3> +<h4>BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle +and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this +was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins.</p> + +<p>When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a +story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told +how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and +here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child +that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her. +The little princesses listened with wide open eyes, and hoped they, too, +would find a leaf of that marvelous plant some day.</p> + +<p>The next morning Myrtle and Violet were out in the garden early.</p> + +<p>"I'm going outside of the gate," said Myrtle. "I mean to find the +good-luck plant to-day."</p> + +<p>"But we haven't permission to go out," said Violet.</p> + +<p>"I'm not going to ask," said Myrtle. "They'll all be glad when I come +back with the plant. You'd better come with me."</p> + +<p>"But I must get my lessons, and finish the hemming mother gave me to do, +and afterward I promised to weed one of the flower beds for mother. I +must do those things first."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, I can find it by myself," said Myrtle, and out she ran.</p> + +<p>She didn't have as fine a time as she expected. She got tired and cross. +She looked for the plant by the roadside, and in the park, and on the +lawns. Whenever anyone spoke to her she answered crossly. When the sun +set, and warned her that it was time to go home, she hadn't seen a thing +that looked like the good-luck plant. She shed a few tears as she ran +home.</p> + +<p>At the castle gate she heard a pleasant noise of laughter and happy +voices in the garden. "Could they have had a party without me?" she +cried.</p> + +<p>She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters. +"What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us +all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are +done."</p> + +<p>Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin. +"You said you meant to stay home."</p> + +<p>"So I did," said Violet. She looked so happy and sweet that even cross +Myrtle stopped frowning. "I found it while I was weeding mother's flower +bed. There it was among the pansies. I knew it at once by the horseshoe +shape on the leaves."</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>THE QUEER BLACK CALF.</h3> +<h4>BY MATTIE W. BAKER.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>"Please tell us a story, grandpa," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>"A story about papa when he was a boy," added Willie.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll tell you what your papa did, right over there, when he was +only four years old."</p> + +<p>"We had a very gentle old horse that we called Jenny. When I came home +from any place, and was going to turn her into the pasture, your papa +always wanted to do it himself, so I would give him the end of the +halter, and let him lead her through the lane to the bars. He could drop +down the ends of the bars, for they were only poles, and then Jenny +would hold her head so that he could slip off the halter.</p> + +<p>"Well, one time it was near night when I came home, and your papa was +gone to the bars as usual, so it was growing dark when I saw him coming +back."</p> + +<p>"'What took you so long?' I asked. 'Didn't Jenny hold her head down +good?'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, yes,' he said; 'but I saw a black calf out there in the bushes, +and I thought I'd put the halter on him and lead him home.'</p> + +<p>"'There's no calf in the pasture,' I said.</p> + +<p>"'Yes, there was,' he persisted—'a funny-looking black calf! I went up +to him and tried to put on the halter, but he wouldn't hold his head +down when I told him to; and then he turned around and went off into the +woods, so I came home.'</p> + +<p>"I remembered then that a bear had been seen not far from us a few days +before, and I wondered if my little boy had been trying to put a halter +on a bear!</p> + +<p>"I called the hired man, and got my gun, and we went over there. It was +not so dark but that we could see the bear's tracks in the mud about the +rock, and right among them were the tracks of your papa's little shoes!"</p> + +<p>Both boys' eyes were "as big as saucers."</p> + +<p>"Did papa do that, really?" asked Willie.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he did, for this is a true story."</p> + +<p>"He didn't know any better, he was so little," said Arthur. "I wouldn't +want to try it."</p> + +<p>"I think," laughed grandpa, "that even your papa wouldn't want to try it +now, old as he is!"</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>MAISIE PLAYS THE GOOD FAIRY.</h3> +<h4>BY COE HAYNE.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>Often did Maisie play the good fairy when out in fields. When she saw a +lamb caught in the fence, she freed it; when a little bird fell from its +nest she replaced it; when a wee chick lost its mother, she helped it +out of its misery. So did she try each day to make the world happier.</p> + +<p>One day as she was roaming about, she saw something dark in the grass. +She stooped and picked up a pocketbook. Her eyes opened wide with +excitement when she found inside of the pocketbook several five-dollar +bills and some silver.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus006.jpg' width='300' height='404' alt='Maisie finds a pocketbook.' +title='Maisie finds a pocketbook.' /> +<br /> +<b>Maisie finds a pocketbook.</b> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>"Who could have lost it?" she asked herself.</p> + +<p>Maisie was going to run to the house to show her mother what she had +found when she caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground +beside the road.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus005.jpg' width='400' height='413' alt='Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground.' +title='Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground.' /> +</center> + +<p>She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the +cheek with a wisp of grass, she said:</p> + +<p>"Look up, boy. What is the matter?"</p> + +<p>"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep +to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because +I've lost the money."</p> + +<p>"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie.</p> + +<p>"What good are fairies?" replied the boy.</p> + +<p>"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe it," said the boy.</p> + +<p>"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes."</p> + +<p>The boy closed his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Now repeat after me:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Come and listen while my woes I tell."</span><br /> + +<p>The boy did as he was told.</p> + +<p>"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie.</p> + +<p>The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the +pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it.</p> + +<p>"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie.</p> + +<p>"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy.</p> + +<p>"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away +laughing.</p> + +<p>"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many +thanks for your kindness."</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>THE LITTLE PIONEER'S RIDE.</h3> +<h4>BY ANNA E. TREAT.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the +glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner +camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot."</p> + +<p>The pair of stalwart lads, with rifles on their shoulders, who had been +walking all the forenoon beside the big covered wagon, thought it was, +truly, a fine spot and began to make camp for dinner, unyoking the oxen +and turning them out to graze, kindling a fire with dry twigs and moss +and fetching water from the clear brook that rippled by.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, children of all ages began to climb down from the wagon. +There were ten of them, fine healthy children; the youngest, Martha, was +a little yellow-haired girl of three, the pet and pride of them all.</p> + +<p>The wagon, which had been their traveling house for a month was well +fitted up for the comfort. The seats were built along the sides and so +contrived as to hook back at night; then the bedding, tightly rolled up +by day, was spread out on the wagon bottom. Under the wagon swung the +large copper kettle, the most important of all things in the households +of those early times.</p> + +<p>After dinner the oxen were yoked up, and in great spirits the pioneers +scrambled to their places in the wagon, and the oxen started on at a +good pace, and they had gone a mile or two before the fearful discovery +was made that little Martha was missing!</p> + +<p>The patient oxen were turned about, and as fast as possible the +distracted family traveled back to the dinner camp, Mr. Harris and the +big brothers calling, as they went, the name of the child.</p> + +<p>The camp was finally reached—but little Martha was not there and no +trace of her could be found.</p> + +<p>The forest had seemed so peaceful an hour before, but now it was filled +with terrors. What wild animals might not lurk in the thickets! The very +brook seemed to murmur of dangers—quicksands and treacherous +water-holes.</p> + +<p>"Baby! Baby!" called Mr. Harris suddenly, breaking into a sharp cry; and +this time, in the anxious waiting pause of silence, a shrill little +voice from right under the wagon piped out, "Here I is!" and over the +rim of the great copper kettle popped Martha's golden head. Scrambling +out, "head-over-heels," she rushed into her mother's arms, as fresh and +rosy from her after-dinner nap as though she had been rocked in the +downiest cradle in the land.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>AN APRIL DAY.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Now bless me! where have my rubbers gone,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And where my big umbrell'?</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>It's pouring rain, and a minute ago</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>It was just as clear as a bell!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Oh, here are my rubbers, and here's my umbrell'—</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>But, dear! dear me! I say,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>The sun's out bright and the rain all gone—</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>Did you ever see such a day!</span><br /> + +<p>—<i>Selected.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>AN ODD EARTHQUAKE.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>After Hiram sowed the field of rye, he left the big wooden roller +standing in the lane. It was a big roller, almost five feet high! One +sunny forenoon Roy and Dorothy raced up the lane with little black Trip +and white Snowball at their heels.</p> + +<p>Dorothy was a gay, prancy horse and Roy was a coachman armed with a long +whip. They paused for breath beside the roller. Roy clambered up to the +high seat and flourished his whip. Dorothy drummed on the +hollow-sounding sides with her chubby fingers. Suddenly a loose board +rattled to the ground. Dorothy thrust her curly head inside the roller.</p> + +<p>"Oh, what a nice playhouse!" she cried.</p> + +<p>Roy got down and peered in.</p> + +<p>"So it is," he cried. "We can live here when it rains, for there's a +really roof and a truly floor."</p> + +<p>"We'll call it Clover Cottage," said Dorothy, "for see how thick the +clover is all around it."</p> + +<p>In about an hour "Clover Cottage" was in perfect order. Pictures and +cards were tacked up, and the dolls and the furniture and the dishes all +in place. Snowball was purring on a little bed of pine needles, and Trip +lay beside her fast asleep.</p> + +<p>Tired of her work, Dorothy cuddled down a minute, too. Roy put back the +loose board to shut out the blazing sun. Then he cuddled down beside his +sister, and it was all dark and quiet.</p> + +<p>At twelve o'clock Norah came to the kitchen door and blew the great tin +dinner horn. Hiram promptly unhitched "Old Dolly" from the hay rake and +started for the house. "I may as well haul the roller along and put it +under cover," he said to himself, as he passed the lane.</p> + +<p>He backed patient Dolly into the thills and mounted the high seat. +"Clover Cottage" gave a sudden lurch forward. Dorothy woke with a +scream. Trip was thrown violently into her lap, yelping wildly. Snowball +clawed madly at the slowly-turning roof. Roy tried to shield his sister +with his short arms, as dolls, dishes and themselves rolled together in +confusion. "Old Dolly" pricked up her ears and stopped short. Hiram +sprang down and tried to peer through the cracks of the roller.</p> + +<p>Helped by Roy within, the loose board was soon pushed aside and the +unhappy little inmates of "Clover Cottage" crawled out, one by one. +Frightened Trip shot down the lane. Snowball scrambled up the nearest +tree trunk.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Hiram, "I call this quite an earthquake!"</p> + +<p>—<i>Child Garden.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>HOW REX EARNED HIS KEEP.</h3> +<h4>BY WINTHROP DAY.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>When the passenger train stopped at the little station up in the +mountains, Carl and Rosalie were helped out of one of the Pullman cars +by the porter. Sam, their Uncle Jack's big hired man, was there to meet +them with the mountain hack and a team of splendid ponies.</p> + +<p>"So you're all here safe, I see," said Sam in his hearty way.</p> + +<p>"I know that we're here all right," said Rosalie, "but I'm not so sure +about Rex. I haven't seen him since we left Kansas City."</p> + +<p>"Who's Rex?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't Uncle Jack tell you about Rex?" said Carl. "Rex is our +collie. He was put into the baggage car."</p> + +<p>Just then the station agent walked from the front end of the train +leading an immense dog by a chain.</p> + +<p>"This is Rex," said Rosalie. "Isn't he a fine dog?"</p> + +<p>"We got rid of a dog just last week," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Why did you get rid of him?" asked Carl.</p> + +<p>"Oh, he wasn't worth his keep. He didn't do anything but eat. It costs +money to feed a dog up our way. I haven't much use for dogs, anyway. +They are a bother where there are a lot of sheep around."</p> + +<p>"But Rex loves sheep," said Rosalie.</p> + +<p>Sam did not look as if he believed this.</p> + +<p>When Rosalie and Carl arrived at their uncle's sheep ranch far up in the +mountains, they were given a warm welcome by their Aunt Janet.</p> + +<p>"Your Uncle Jack told me to kiss you for him as he had to go to his +other ranch for a week," said Aunt Janet.</p> + +<p>Two days later Rex got his chance to prove his worth. Aunt Janet and +Carl and Rosalie were just finishing their supper when a man from a +neighboring sheep ranch knocked at the door and said that the herder of +Uncle Jack's flock of yearlings had broken his leg and that someone +ought to go for a doctor at once.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus007.jpg' width='400' height='333' alt='Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.' +title='Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.' /> +</center> + +<p>"Sam must go," said Aunt Janet.</p> + +<p>"But who will take care of your sheep to-night, ma'am?" said the +neighbor. "I would do it but I left my flock with my little son and must +return at once."</p> + +<p>"Rex will take care of the sheep," said Carl. "I know he will for he +guards anything I ask him to."</p> + +<p>"He looks like a sure enough shepherd dog," said the neighbor. "I would +trust him with a flock of my own."</p> + +<p>So while Sam was hurrying down the mountain side after the doctor, Carl +and Rosalie went with the neighbor through the woods to the place where +Uncle Jack's flock of yearling sheep were feeding. And Rex went with +them.</p> + +<p>"I heard wolves howling last night," said the neighbor. "Your dog will +have to keep close watch to-night."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he will sir," said Rosalie.</p> + +<p>And sure enough! When Sam went to the sheep in the morning he found not +one of them missing. Nor would Rex allow Sam to go near the sheep until +Carl came out and called him away from his post of duty.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>A WASH DAY FANTASY.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>My mamma says they're spider webs,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>All sparkly with the dew,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And mamma's right, she's always right,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And what she says is true.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>But they're so weensy, and so soft,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>And white, that just for fun,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>I call them fairy baby clothes</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 3.5em;'>A-drying in the sun.</span><br /> + +<p>—<i>Frederick Hall in "Little Folks."</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<center> +<img src='images/illus008.jpg' width='500' height='180' alt='When Pussy Was Shocked +By Jean Ford Roe' title='When Pussy Was Shocked By Jean Ford Roe' /> +</center> +<br /> + +<p>Perhaps you think nobody can shock a cat. But just wait.</p> + +<p>This particular Persian kitten was only six months old, and nearly as +big as he could ever expect to be, and he was a beautiful creature to +look at—all black except his white mittens, boots, nose and +shirt-front, as a Persian cat ought to be; and he had a cunning tassel +in each ear, and a great plumy tail like an ostrich feather, and big +topaz-golden eyes.</p> + +<p>Miss Mary's room and the next one opened into each other and were quite +large, and both were covered with heavy rugs. Pussy's favorite game was +to race back and forth from one end of the rugs to the other; sometimes +he would poke his nose under the edge of a rug and wriggle in between +the rug and the floor until he was simply a hump in the middle of it, +like a dumpling. It was well Miss Mary always knew where he was, or he +might have been stepped on some fine evening. But he was feeling +altogether too lively for any such amusement as that, this cold night. +It was one of those dry, cold, clear evenings when you feel like running +races, or snowballing, and pussy was as full of life and go as even a +cat could be. So he had a little Wild West Show all by himself, with the +rugs for tanbark, and went so fast that he looked like a long +black-and-white fur streak on the bright Persian rugs.</p> + +<p>Now, if you walk and jump about on a heavy carpet for a few minutes, on +a cool night, you may find that if you touch your fingers to anything +iron you will get an electric spark. So when pussy had raced about for +fifteen or twenty minutes on the rugs, he was, though he did not know +it, one capering little battery of electricity.</p> + +<p>Then he jumped up on the bed and began to race over the blankets. He was +going so fast that he could not stop quite quick enough, and the +bedstead was iron. He came up against the foot of it before he could +stop, and though he did not touch it, he got an electric spark right on +the end of his nose!</p> + +<p>If you have ever had a little shock from an electric machine, and can +imagine how it would have felt on the tip of your nose, you will have no +doubt that pussy was shocked.</p> + +<p>He backed off very slowly, considering. His topaz eyes got bigger and +brighter, and his back higher and higher, and his tail plumier and +plumier, every minute. His fur stood out in all directions, and he +lifted his paws and set them down most carefully. He backed, and he +backed, until he came up against the pillows, and then he turned around +and realized that there was another iron thing behind him. Was that +bewitched, too? At any rate, he would be cautious this time and see what +happened. He sat and looked at it for some seconds. Then he reached out +a paw very deliberately and daintily—and got another spark on the tip +of that!</p> + +<p>You see, he had come all the way across the woolen blankets, and made +electricity at every step.</p> + +<p>Then he gave it up. He hopped off the bed in a panic and fled down the +stairs. He came up again after awhile, and curled up on his usual +cushion to go to sleep, but he was a very much puzzled cat, and there is +no doubt that pussy was shocked.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h3>OUR LESSON.—For April 19.</h3> +<h4>PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>Title.—The Cost of Discipleship.—Luke 14:25-35.</p> + +<p>Golden Text.—Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find +it.—Matt. 16:25.</p> + +<p><i>Golden Text for Beginners.</i>—<i>Be ye kind one to another.</i>—Eph. 4:32.</p> + +<p>Truth.—If we would belong to Jesus, we must deny ourselves.</p> + +<p>1. Jesus spoke to a great crowd that followed him and told them that if +they wanted to be his disciples they must love him better than all else +in the world.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus009.png' width='400' height='244' alt='Illustration' title='Illustration' /> +</center> + +<p>2. He said if they would be his disciples they must be willing to take +up their cross and follow him.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus010.png' width='250' height='296' alt='Take up the cross and follow me' +title='Take up the cross and follow me' /> +</center> + +<p>3. He meant that they must be willing to do hard things for his sake.</p> + +<p>4. He said if a man wanted to build a tower he would first see if he had +money enough to build it all.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus011.png' width='400' height='368' alt='Illustration' title='Illustration' /> +</center> + +<p>5. If the man began to build and could not finish it people would laugh +at him.</p> + +<p>6. Jesus wanted to teach them that they should be patient and finish +whatever they began.</p> + +<p>7. If we want to be friends of Jesus we must love him best of all and +obey his words, no matter how hard we may find it to do so.</p> + +<p>8. The love of Jesus in our heart helps us to be good and makes it easy +for us to obey him and do hard things for his sake.</p> + +<p>9. Salt is useful to keep food good and to make it taste pleasant to us.</p> + +<center> +<img src='images/illus012.png' width='400' height='407' alt='Illustration' title='Illustration' /> +</center> + +<p>10. If the salt loses its taste and strength it is useless and is thrown +out.</p> + +<p>11. So it is with our love for Jesus; if it is not strong and true it +will be of no use to us or anyone else.</p> + +<p>12. The true love of Jesus in our hearts grows stronger day by day and +makes us useful and helpful to those around us.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>QUESTIONS.</h4> + +<p>What is the Golden Text?</p> + +<p>What is the Truth?</p> + +<p>1. What did Jesus tell the people they must do if they wanted to be his +disciples?</p> + +<p>2. If they would be his disciples what must they be willing to do?</p> + +<p>3. What did he mean by this?</p> + +<p>4. If a man wanted to build a tower what would he first do?</p> + +<p>5. When would the people laugh?</p> + +<p>6. What did Jesus want to teach them?</p> + +<p>7. If we want to be friends of Jesus what must we do?</p> + +<p>8. What does the love of Jesus in our hearts do?</p> + +<p>9. Of what use is salt?</p> + +<p>10. When is salt thrown out?</p> + +<p>11. When is our love for Jesus of no use to us or anyone else?</p> + +<p>12. What does the true love of Jesus in our hearts do?</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>LESSON HYMN.</h4> + +<p><i>Tune.</i>—"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Jesus said, "Come, follow me,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And my true disciples be;</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Give up all that leads astray,</span><br /> +<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Walk beside me day by day."</span><br /> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Title of Lesson for April 26.</h4> + +<p>The Lost Sheep and the Lost Coin.—Luke 15:1-10.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Golden Text for April 26.</h4> + +<p>There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that +repenteth.—Luke 15:10.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Beginners Golden Text for April 26.</h4> + +<p><i>God is love.</i>—1 John 4:8.</p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<center> +<img src='images/illus013.png' width='500' height='106' alt='Knowledge Box' +title='Knowledge Box' /> +</center> + +<h3>How Trees Know Their Birthdays.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>Willard wondered how old the pretty graceful maple that grew outside his +window was.</p> + +<p>"I don't know exactly," said mother, "five or six years I should think. +But the maple has the story of each birthday shut up safe inside its +trunk. If the tree should blow down, or we should ever cut it down we +could tell how many years it had lived.</p> + +<p>"Each year a layer of soft green wood grows right next to the bark, and +when winter comes this wood hardens until it is like the other wood. So +when the tree is cut down we see in rings of wood the number of years it +has been growing."</p> + +<p>—<i>Zelia Margaret Walters.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<center> +<img src='images/illus014.png' width='500' height='118' alt='Advice to Boys and Girls' +title='Advice to Boys and Girls' /> +</center> +<h3>Hanging Out Signs.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>Grace had a sprained ankle when the new little girl moved next door. One +afternoon a week later mother came in to tell Grace that the new little +girl had come over for a visit.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad," said Grace. "Please bring her up, mother, I like her."</p> + +<p>"Why," said mother, "you've never seen her."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but I could hear her every day from my window," said Grace. "I +heard her talk to her little brother, and she's so kind and jolly, and +she never says mean things to the dog, and when her mother calls, she +says, 'yes, mother,' just as pleasant, and runs right away to see what +she wants. She's always singing, too. I know she's nice."</p> + +<p>"So little June has been hanging out signs telling just what she was +though you haven't seen her," said mother with a smile. "I hope my +daughter is putting out as good signs both for those who hear her, and +those who see her."</p> + +<p>What kind of signs are you hanging out, boys and girls? You are putting +out some kind all the time. What would the next-door neighbor think of +you if she only heard what you said to mother, and little brother, and +the pets? Would she know you were kind, or would she think you were +cross? Or suppose your neighbor were deaf, and could only see what you +did. Would she read the sign of smiles on your face, or the sign of +frowns? Would she see prompt obedience, and cheerful work, or lagging +footsteps, and the shirking of tasks? Look over your signs to-day, and +see if you are hanging out pleasant ones so that people will be sure you +are nice.</p> + +<p>—<i>Jane West.</i></p> + + + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<p>[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail +Matter.]</p> + +<p>Price of Dew Drops.—In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents +per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,</p> + +<p>DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL.</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Dew Drops, Vol. 37. 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No. 16., April 19, 1914 +by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37. No. 16., April 19, 1914 + +Author: Various + Edited by George E. Cook + +Release Date: December 7, 2004 [EBook #14283] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DEW DROPS, NO. 16 *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Suzanne Lybarger and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + + + + +DEW DROPS + + +VOL. 37. No. 16. WEEKLY. + + +DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS. + +GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR. + +APRIL 19, 1914. + + + + +A SYRUP-CAN MOTHER + +BY MARY GILBERT. + + +Dorothy Deane and her little brother Laurence were standing by the +window watching for papa. + +"There he comes!" cried Dorothy at last, and the children raced toward +the corner as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them. + +"Careful now!" said papa warningly, as the two hurrying little figures +reached him. "Don't hit against my dinner pail!" + +"What is in it?" asked Dorothy and Laurence in one breath, as they stood +on tiptoe, trying to peep inside the cover. + +"Guess!" said papa, laughing. "A nickel to the one who guesses right!" + +"Candy!" cried Laurence. + +"Oranges!" said Dorothy. + +Papa shook his head at both these guesses, and at all the others that +followed, until they had reached the house. + +"Now let mamma have a turn," he said, holding the dinner pail up to her +ear. + +"Why, it isn't--" mamma began, with a look of greatest surprise. + +"Yes, it is!" papa declared. Then he took off the cover and tipped the +pail gently over in the middle of the kitchen table and out came ten of +the fluffiest, downiest little chickens that any of them had ever seen. + +"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the children delightedly. "Are they really ours? +Where did you get them?" + +"They are power-house chickens," papa replied, smiling at their +enthusiasm--"hatched right in the engine room!" + +"What do you mean?" asked mamma in astonishment, gazing at the pretty +little creatures. + +"Just what I say," replied papa, who was an engineer in the big power +house down town: "they were hatched on a shelf in the engine room." + +"It was just this way," he explained, hanging up his hat. "Tom Morgan +brought me a dozen eggs from his new hennery about three weeks ago. I +put them on the shelf, intending to bring them home that night, but +never thought of them until this morning, when there seemed to be +something stirring up there. I looked, and, sure enough, there was a +fine brood of chickens, just picking their way out of their shells!" + +"But how did it ever happen?" asked mamma in a puzzled tone. + +"Because the engine, running night and day, gave the eggs just as much +heat as they would have found under a hen's wings," papa replied: "and +they thought that they were put up there to hatch." + +"Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands as the +chickens began to eat the crumbs. "They are the nicest pets that we ever +had in all our lives." + +[Illustration: "Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy.] + +While papa was making a nice coop out of a wooden box, mamma found an +empty tin can that had once held a gallon of maple syrup. She filled +this full of boiling water, screwed the cover on tight, and then wrapped +it up in pieces of flannel. + +"There," she exclaimed triumphantly, fastening the last strip, "let us +see how the chickens like this for a mother!" + +Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little +chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against +the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a +mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the +can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving +the ends open for the chickens to go in and out. + +[Illustration: They cuddled up against the flannel cover.] + +"We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it +will keep the chickens warm." + +And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until +papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn. + + + + +PRINCE GOODHEART'S DAUGHTERS. + +BY ZELIA MARGARET WALTERS. + + +Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle +and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this +was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins. + +When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a +story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told +how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and +here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child +that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her. +The little princesses listened with wide open eyes, and hoped they, too, +would find a leaf of that marvelous plant some day. + +The next morning Myrtle and Violet were out in the garden early. + +"I'm going outside of the gate," said Myrtle. "I mean to find the +good-luck plant to-day." + +"But we haven't permission to go out," said Violet. + +"I'm not going to ask," said Myrtle. "They'll all be glad when I come +back with the plant. You'd better come with me." + +"But I must get my lessons, and finish the hemming mother gave me to do, +and afterward I promised to weed one of the flower beds for mother. I +must do those things first." + +"Oh, well, I can find it by myself," said Myrtle, and out she ran. + +She didn't have as fine a time as she expected. She got tired and cross. +She looked for the plant by the roadside, and in the park, and on the +lawns. Whenever anyone spoke to her she answered crossly. When the sun +set, and warned her that it was time to go home, she hadn't seen a thing +that looked like the good-luck plant. She shed a few tears as she ran +home. + +At the castle gate she heard a pleasant noise of laughter and happy +voices in the garden. "Could they have had a party without me?" she +cried. + +She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters. +"What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us +all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are +done." + +Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin. +"You said you meant to stay home." + +"So I did," said Violet. She looked so happy and sweet that even cross +Myrtle stopped frowning. "I found it while I was weeding mother's flower +bed. There it was among the pansies. I knew it at once by the horseshoe +shape on the leaves." + + + + +THE QUEER BLACK CALF. + +BY MATTIE W. BAKER. + + +"Please tell us a story, grandpa," said Arthur. + +"A story about papa when he was a boy," added Willie. + +"Well, I'll tell you what your papa did, right over there, when he was +only four years old." + +"We had a very gentle old horse that we called Jenny. When I came home +from any place, and was going to turn her into the pasture, your papa +always wanted to do it himself, so I would give him the end of the +halter, and let him lead her through the lane to the bars. He could drop +down the ends of the bars, for they were only poles, and then Jenny +would hold her head so that he could slip off the halter. + +"Well, one time it was near night when I came home, and your papa was +gone to the bars as usual, so it was growing dark when I saw him coming +back." + +"'What took you so long?' I asked. 'Didn't Jenny hold her head down +good?' + +"'Oh, yes,' he said; 'but I saw a black calf out there in the bushes, +and I thought I'd put the halter on him and lead him home.' + +"'There's no calf in the pasture,' I said. + +"'Yes, there was,' he persisted--'a funny-looking black calf! I went up +to him and tried to put on the halter, but he wouldn't hold his head +down when I told him to; and then he turned around and went off into the +woods, so I came home.' + +"I remembered then that a bear had been seen not far from us a few days +before, and I wondered if my little boy had been trying to put a halter +on a bear! + +"I called the hired man, and got my gun, and we went over there. It was +not so dark but that we could see the bear's tracks in the mud about the +rock, and right among them were the tracks of your papa's little shoes!" + +Both boys' eyes were "as big as saucers." + +"Did papa do that, really?" asked Willie. + +"Yes, he did, for this is a true story." + +"He didn't know any better, he was so little," said Arthur. "I wouldn't +want to try it." + +"I think," laughed grandpa, "that even your papa wouldn't want to try it +now, old as he is!" + + + + +MAISIE PLAYS THE GOOD FAIRY. + +BY COE HAYNE. + + +Often did Maisie play the good fairy when out in fields. When she saw a +lamb caught in the fence, she freed it; when a little bird fell from its +nest she replaced it; when a wee chick lost its mother, she helped it +out of its misery. So did she try each day to make the world happier. + +One day as she was roaming about, she saw something dark in the grass. +She stooped and picked up a pocketbook. Her eyes opened wide with +excitement when she found inside of the pocketbook several five-dollar +bills and some silver. + +[Illustration: Maisie finds a pocketbook.] + +"Who could have lost it?" she asked herself. + +Maisie was going to run to the house to show her mother what she had +found when she caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground +beside the road. + +[Illustration: Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the +ground.] + +She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the +cheek with a wisp of grass, she said: + +"Look up, boy. What is the matter?" + +"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep +to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because +I've lost the money." + +"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie. + +"What good are fairies?" replied the boy. + +"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie. + +"I don't believe it," said the boy. + +"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes." + +The boy closed his eyes. + +"Now repeat after me: + + "Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell, + Come and listen while my woes I tell." + +The boy did as he was told. + +"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie. + +The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the +pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it. + +"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie. + +"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy. + +"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away +laughing. + +"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many +thanks for your kindness." + + + + +THE LITTLE PIONEER'S RIDE. + +BY ANNA E. TREAT. + + +"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the +glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner +camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot." + +The pair of stalwart lads, with rifles on their shoulders, who had been +walking all the forenoon beside the big covered wagon, thought it was, +truly, a fine spot and began to make camp for dinner, unyoking the oxen +and turning them out to graze, kindling a fire with dry twigs and moss +and fetching water from the clear brook that rippled by. + +Meanwhile, children of all ages began to climb down from the wagon. +There were ten of them, fine healthy children; the youngest, Martha, was +a little yellow-haired girl of three, the pet and pride of them all. + +The wagon, which had been their traveling house for a month was well +fitted up for the comfort. The seats were built along the sides and so +contrived as to hook back at night; then the bedding, tightly rolled up +by day, was spread out on the wagon bottom. Under the wagon swung the +large copper kettle, the most important of all things in the households +of those early times. + +After dinner the oxen were yoked up, and in great spirits the pioneers +scrambled to their places in the wagon, and the oxen started on at a +good pace, and they had gone a mile or two before the fearful discovery +was made that little Martha was missing! + +The patient oxen were turned about, and as fast as possible the +distracted family traveled back to the dinner camp, Mr. Harris and the +big brothers calling, as they went, the name of the child. + +The camp was finally reached--but little Martha was not there and no +trace of her could be found. + +The forest had seemed so peaceful an hour before, but now it was filled +with terrors. What wild animals might not lurk in the thickets! The very +brook seemed to murmur of dangers--quicksands and treacherous +water-holes. + +"Baby! Baby!" called Mr. Harris suddenly, breaking into a sharp cry; and +this time, in the anxious waiting pause of silence, a shrill little +voice from right under the wagon piped out, "Here I is!" and over the +rim of the great copper kettle popped Martha's golden head. Scrambling +out, "head-over-heels," she rushed into her mother's arms, as fresh and +rosy from her after-dinner nap as though she had been rocked in the +downiest cradle in the land. + + + + +AN APRIL DAY. + + + Now bless me! where have my rubbers gone, + And where my big umbrell'? + It's pouring rain, and a minute ago + It was just as clear as a bell! + + Oh, here are my rubbers, and here's my umbrell'-- + But, dear! dear me! I say, + The sun's out bright and the rain all gone-- + Did you ever see such a day! + +--_Selected._ + + + + +AN ODD EARTHQUAKE. + + +After Hiram sowed the field of rye, he left the big wooden roller +standing in the lane. It was a big roller, almost five feet high! One +sunny forenoon Roy and Dorothy raced up the lane with little black Trip +and white Snowball at their heels. + +Dorothy was a gay, prancy horse and Roy was a coachman armed with a long +whip. They paused for breath beside the roller. Roy clambered up to the +high seat and flourished his whip. Dorothy drummed on the +hollow-sounding sides with her chubby fingers. Suddenly a loose board +rattled to the ground. Dorothy thrust her curly head inside the roller. + +"Oh, what a nice playhouse!" she cried. + +Roy got down and peered in. + +"So it is," he cried. "We can live here when it rains, for there's a +really roof and a truly floor." + +"We'll call it Clover Cottage," said Dorothy, "for see how thick the +clover is all around it." + +In about an hour "Clover Cottage" was in perfect order. Pictures and +cards were tacked up, and the dolls and the furniture and the dishes all +in place. Snowball was purring on a little bed of pine needles, and Trip +lay beside her fast asleep. + +Tired of her work, Dorothy cuddled down a minute, too. Roy put back the +loose board to shut out the blazing sun. Then he cuddled down beside his +sister, and it was all dark and quiet. + +At twelve o'clock Norah came to the kitchen door and blew the great tin +dinner horn. Hiram promptly unhitched "Old Dolly" from the hay rake and +started for the house. "I may as well haul the roller along and put it +under cover," he said to himself, as he passed the lane. + +He backed patient Dolly into the thills and mounted the high seat. +"Clover Cottage" gave a sudden lurch forward. Dorothy woke with a +scream. Trip was thrown violently into her lap, yelping wildly. Snowball +clawed madly at the slowly-turning roof. Roy tried to shield his sister +with his short arms, as dolls, dishes and themselves rolled together in +confusion. "Old Dolly" pricked up her ears and stopped short. Hiram +sprang down and tried to peer through the cracks of the roller. + +Helped by Roy within, the loose board was soon pushed aside and the +unhappy little inmates of "Clover Cottage" crawled out, one by one. +Frightened Trip shot down the lane. Snowball scrambled up the nearest +tree trunk. + +"Well," said Hiram, "I call this quite an earthquake!" + +--_Child Garden._ + + + + +HOW REX EARNED HIS KEEP. + +BY WINTHROP DAY. + + +When the passenger train stopped at the little station up in the +mountains, Carl and Rosalie were helped out of one of the Pullman cars +by the porter. Sam, their Uncle Jack's big hired man, was there to meet +them with the mountain hack and a team of splendid ponies. + +"So you're all here safe, I see," said Sam in his hearty way. + +"I know that we're here all right," said Rosalie, "but I'm not so sure +about Rex. I haven't seen him since we left Kansas City." + +"Who's Rex?" asked Sam. + +"Why didn't Uncle Jack tell you about Rex?" said Carl. "Rex is our +collie. He was put into the baggage car." + +Just then the station agent walked from the front end of the train +leading an immense dog by a chain. + +"This is Rex," said Rosalie. "Isn't he a fine dog?" + +"We got rid of a dog just last week," said Sam. + +"Why did you get rid of him?" asked Carl. + +"Oh, he wasn't worth his keep. He didn't do anything but eat. It costs +money to feed a dog up our way. I haven't much use for dogs, anyway. +They are a bother where there are a lot of sheep around." + +"But Rex loves sheep," said Rosalie. + +Sam did not look as if he believed this. + +When Rosalie and Carl arrived at their uncle's sheep ranch far up in the +mountains, they were given a warm welcome by their Aunt Janet. + +"Your Uncle Jack told me to kiss you for him as he had to go to his +other ranch for a week," said Aunt Janet. + +Two days later Rex got his chance to prove his worth. Aunt Janet and +Carl and Rosalie were just finishing their supper when a man from a +neighboring sheep ranch knocked at the door and said that the herder of +Uncle Jack's flock of yearlings had broken his leg and that someone +ought to go for a doctor at once. + +[Illustration: Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.] + +"Sam must go," said Aunt Janet. + +"But who will take care of your sheep to-night, ma'am?" said the +neighbor. "I would do it but I left my flock with my little son and must +return at once." + +"Rex will take care of the sheep," said Carl. "I know he will for he +guards anything I ask him to." + +"He looks like a sure enough shepherd dog," said the neighbor. "I would +trust him with a flock of my own." + +So while Sam was hurrying down the mountain side after the doctor, Carl +and Rosalie went with the neighbor through the woods to the place where +Uncle Jack's flock of yearling sheep were feeding. And Rex went with +them. + +"I heard wolves howling last night," said the neighbor. "Your dog will +have to keep close watch to-night." + +"Oh, he will sir," said Rosalie. + +And sure enough! When Sam went to the sheep in the morning he found not +one of them missing. Nor would Rex allow Sam to go near the sheep until +Carl came out and called him away from his post of duty. + + + + +A WASH DAY FANTASY. + + + My mamma says they're spider webs, + All sparkly with the dew, + And mamma's right, she's always right, + And what she says is true. + + But they're so weensy, and so soft, + And white, that just for fun, + I call them fairy baby clothes + A-drying in the sun. + +--_Frederick Hall in "Little Folks."_ + + + + +When Pussy Was Shocked + +By Jean Ford Roe + + +Perhaps you think nobody can shock a cat. But just wait. + +This particular Persian kitten was only six months old, and nearly as +big as he could ever expect to be, and he was a beautiful creature to +look at--all black except his white mittens, boots, nose and +shirt-front, as a Persian cat ought to be; and he had a cunning tassel +in each ear, and a great plumy tail like an ostrich feather, and big +topaz-golden eyes. + +Miss Mary's room and the next one opened into each other and were quite +large, and both were covered with heavy rugs. Pussy's favorite game was +to race back and forth from one end of the rugs to the other; sometimes +he would poke his nose under the edge of a rug and wriggle in between +the rug and the floor until he was simply a hump in the middle of it, +like a dumpling. It was well Miss Mary always knew where he was, or he +might have been stepped on some fine evening. But he was feeling +altogether too lively for any such amusement as that, this cold night. +It was one of those dry, cold, clear evenings when you feel like running +races, or snowballing, and pussy was as full of life and go as even a +cat could be. So he had a little Wild West Show all by himself, with the +rugs for tanbark, and went so fast that he looked like a long +black-and-white fur streak on the bright Persian rugs. + +Now, if you walk and jump about on a heavy carpet for a few minutes, on +a cool night, you may find that if you touch your fingers to anything +iron you will get an electric spark. So when pussy had raced about for +fifteen or twenty minutes on the rugs, he was, though he did not know +it, one capering little battery of electricity. + +Then he jumped up on the bed and began to race over the blankets. He was +going so fast that he could not stop quite quick enough, and the +bedstead was iron. He came up against the foot of it before he could +stop, and though he did not touch it, he got an electric spark right on +the end of his nose! + +If you have ever had a little shock from an electric machine, and can +imagine how it would have felt on the tip of your nose, you will have no +doubt that pussy was shocked. + +He backed off very slowly, considering. His topaz eyes got bigger and +brighter, and his back higher and higher, and his tail plumier and +plumier, every minute. His fur stood out in all directions, and he +lifted his paws and set them down most carefully. He backed, and he +backed, until he came up against the pillows, and then he turned around +and realized that there was another iron thing behind him. Was that +bewitched, too? At any rate, he would be cautious this time and see what +happened. He sat and looked at it for some seconds. Then he reached out +a paw very deliberately and daintily--and got another spark on the tip +of that! + +You see, he had come all the way across the woolen blankets, and made +electricity at every step. + +Then he gave it up. He hopped off the bed in a panic and fled down the +stairs. He came up again after awhile, and curled up on his usual +cushion to go to sleep, but he was a very much puzzled cat, and there is +no doubt that pussy was shocked. + + + + +OUR LESSON.--For April 19. + +PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK. + + +Title.--The Cost of Discipleship.--Luke 14:25-35. + +Golden Text.--Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find +it.--Matt. 16:25. + +_Golden Text for Beginners._--_Be ye kind one to another._--Eph. 4:32. + +Truth.--If we would belong to Jesus, we must deny ourselves. + +1. Jesus spoke to a great crowd that followed him and told them that if +they wanted to be his disciples they must love him better than all else +in the world. + +[Illustration] + +2. He said if they would be his disciples they must be willing to take +up their cross and follow him. + +[Illustration] + +3. He meant that they must be willing to do hard things for his sake. + +4. He said if a man wanted to build a tower he would first see if he had +money enough to build it all. + +[Illustration] + +5. If the man began to build and could not finish it people would laugh +at him. + +6. Jesus wanted to teach them that they should be patient and finish +whatever they began. + +7. If we want to be friends of Jesus we must love him best of all and +obey his words, no matter how hard we may find it to do so. + +8. The love of Jesus in our heart helps us to be good and makes it easy +for us to obey him and do hard things for his sake. + +9. Salt is useful to keep food good and to make it taste pleasant to us. + +[Illustration] + +10. If the salt loses its taste and strength it is useless and is thrown +out. + +11. So it is with our love for Jesus; if it is not strong and true it +will be of no use to us or anyone else. + +12. The true love of Jesus in our hearts grows stronger day by day and +makes us useful and helpful to those around us. + + * * * * * + +QUESTIONS. + +What is the Golden Text? + +What is the Truth? + +1. What did Jesus tell the people they must do if they wanted to be his +disciples? + +2. If they would be his disciples what must they be willing to do? + +3. What did he mean by this? + +4. If a man wanted to build a tower what would he first do? + +5. When would the people laugh? + +6. What did Jesus want to teach them? + +7. If we want to be friends of Jesus what must we do? + +8. What does the love of Jesus in our hearts do? + +9. Of what use is salt? + +10. When is salt thrown out? + +11. When is our love for Jesus of no use to us or anyone else? + +12. What does the true love of Jesus in our hearts do? + + * * * * * + +LESSON HYMN. + +_Tune._--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat). + + Jesus said, "Come, follow me, + And my true disciples be; + Give up all that leads astray, + Walk beside me day by day." + + * * * * * + +Title of Lesson for April 26. + +The Lost Sheep and the Lost Coin.--Luke 15:1-10. + + * * * * * + +Golden Text for April 26. + +There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that +repenteth.--Luke 15:10. + + * * * * * + +Beginners Golden Text for April 26. + +_God is love._--1 John 4:8. + + + + +Knowledge Box + +How Trees Know Their Birthdays. + + +Willard wondered how old the pretty graceful maple that grew outside his +window was. + +"I don't know exactly," said mother, "five or six years I should think. +But the maple has the story of each birthday shut up safe inside its +trunk. If the tree should blow down, or we should ever cut it down we +could tell how many years it had lived. + +"Each year a layer of soft green wood grows right next to the bark, and +when winter comes this wood hardens until it is like the other wood. So +when the tree is cut down we see in rings of wood the number of years it +has been growing." + +--_Zelia Margaret Walters._ + + + + +Advice to Boys and Girls + +Hanging Out Signs. + + +Grace had a sprained ankle when the new little girl moved next door. One +afternoon a week later mother came in to tell Grace that the new little +girl had come over for a visit. + +"I'm glad," said Grace. "Please bring her up, mother, I like her." + +"Why," said mother, "you've never seen her." + +"Yes, but I could hear her every day from my window," said Grace. "I +heard her talk to her little brother, and she's so kind and jolly, and +she never says mean things to the dog, and when her mother calls, she +says, 'yes, mother,' just as pleasant, and runs right away to see what +she wants. She's always singing, too. I know she's nice." + +"So little June has been hanging out signs telling just what she was +though you haven't seen her," said mother with a smile. "I hope my +daughter is putting out as good signs both for those who hear her, and +those who see her." + +What kind of signs are you hanging out, boys and girls? You are putting +out some kind all the time. What would the next-door neighbor think of +you if she only heard what you said to mother, and little brother, and +the pets? Would she know you were kind, or would she think you were +cross? Or suppose your neighbor were deaf, and could only see what you +did. Would she read the sign of smiles on your face, or the sign of +frowns? Would she see prompt obedience, and cheerful work, or lagging +footsteps, and the shirking of tasks? Look over your signs to-day, and +see if you are hanging out pleasant ones so that people will be sure you +are nice. + +--_Jane West._ + + + + +[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail +Matter.] + +Price of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents +per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address, + +DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL. + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Dew Drops, Vol. 37. 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