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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Harper's Young People, December 13, 1881 - An Illustrated Weekly - -Author: Various - -Release Date: November 19, 2015 [EBook #50502] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC. 13, 1881 *** - - - - -Produced by Annie R. McGuire - - - - - - - - -[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE] - - * * * * * - -VOL. III.--NO. 111. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR -CENTS. - -Tuesday, December 13, 1881. Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 -per Year, in Advance. - - * * * * * - - - - -[Illustration: BEST GIRL IN AMERICA.] - -LADY RAGS. - -HOW THE WAR OF THE WOODS AND THE TINS--INCLUDING THE SHORTS--CAME TO AN -END. - -BY MARGARET EYTINGE. - - -The fight, begun a little after three o'clock in the afternoon that 24th -of December, was still raging furiously when the hands of the big clock -on the market tower pointed to half past four, and the pale sun was -preparing to bid the world good-by until Christmas morning. - -Snow-balls, some of them as hard as stones, were flying in every -direction. - -The Tins, yelling like wild Indians, were rushing up on and scrambling -over the snow-covered piles of wood, brick, and mortar that lay in -front of the half-dug-out cellar of the new building that was to be in -Short Street. - -The Woods, yelling like some more wild Indians, were sallying out from -the cellar--named "Fort Hurrah" for the occasion--and driving the enemy -back, every now and then capturing two or three of them, and dragging -them triumphantly into the fort. - -There had been war between the Wood Street boys and the Tin Street boys -for more than a year. It originated in Tim Ashburner's taking Jack -Lubs's parrot--which Jack had lent to him for a week only--into the -country with him, and keeping it there all vacation. - -Jack Lubs's father, who was a sea-captain, had brought this parrot from -some far-distant land, together with a monkey, which Mrs. Lubs said, the -moment she saw it, she would _not_ have in the house. "Parrots were bad -enough, but monkeys--no indeed!" - -So Jack was obliged to sell Boomerang, and he sold it so many times--the -little creature being always returned on account of its mischievousness -and destructiveness--that he became the richest boy in marbles, balls, -knives, and nickels for blocks around. And when no other acquaintance -could be found anxious to secure Boom for a household companion, Jack -gave him to a showman, who had pitched his tent in an adjoining square, -for an order admitting "bearer and friends" to the show. But when -"bearer" presented that order shortly after, accompanied by "friends" to -the number of two-and-twenty, the showman opened his eyes very wide -indeed, and exclaimed, "Great elephants! I'll never be caught that way -again." - -But it wasn't only the stealing--I mean the taking--of the parrot that -caused the trouble, for Ashburner brought it back in good condition, it -was the adding of insult to injury by teaching it to say, in a hoarse -voice, "Hi! Squint-eye, ho! Squint-eye, shiver your timbers, _please_." - -This remark the lawful owner justly considered somewhat personal, he -being the son of a sailor, and having an eye that did not look as -straight ahead as its companion eye did. And after he had been sainted -with "Hi! Squint-eye, ho! Squint-eye, shiver your timbers, _please_" at -short intervals for an entire Saturday morning, he became very angry, -and the result of his anger was that he and four of his chummiest chums -decided to go round to Tin Street and demand satisfaction. - -They went, and were met by Ashburner, who was on his way home from the -baker's with a pumpkin pie. As soon as he learned their errand, however, -he, in the most obliging manner, placed the pie on the nearest stoop, -and quickly mustering four of _his_ chummiest chums, gave them -"satisfaction"; that is, if a black eye for Jack, and sundry swollen -lips and noses for his comrades, can be called by that name. As for the -Ashburner party, with the exception of the pumpkin pie being squashed, -that received no injuries whatever. - -This doesn't seem exactly right, for Lubs certainly had cause for -complaint in the first place. But Justice, they say, is blind, and I -suppose that is the reason why she makes mistakes once in a while. - -Jack went home breathing vengeance, and his chums, feeling called upon -by the sacred voice of Friendship to breathe vengeance too, from that -day forth there was war between the Woods, under Captain Lubs, and the -Tins, under Captain Ashburner, first one side and then the other being -victorious. - -The two companies took their names from the streets in which they lived. -These streets were on the outskirts of the city and only a block long, -and ran in such a way that they, with a very short block named Short -Street as a base, formed an isosceles triangle. At the point of this -triangle was a drug-store having two front doors, one on each street. - -The Shorts were part of them "Woods" and part of them "Tins," and their -street faced the open square on the nearest side of which the new -building already mentioned had been begun. - -"Such a splendid place for a fight we'll never get again," said -Lieutenant Rube Howell, to his captain. "The workmen have gone home, and -nobody passes that way 'count of the heaps of stuff. I say, Lubs, let's -have a last grand battle to end the old year with." - -"You're right, Rube," said Lubs, and forthwith sent a challenge to the -Tins' commander, and soon a lively skirmish for the possession of the -fort--the half-dug-out cellar with a rough board fence around it--was -going on. - -The Woods won it, and then the fight began in earnest. - -Captain Lubs, waving his sword--a long lath--above his head, and his -lieutenant, backed by their men, mounted the fence, and derisively -requested the besiegers to "come on!" The besiegers, led by Captain -Ashburner, waving his sword--a broad strip of tin--above his head, and -his lieutenant, Jimmy Mullally, did come on. - -Over the snowy hills they rushed, slipping, falling, and scrambling to -their feet again; swarming up the fence, to be knocked off by -well-directed blows; crawling under the fence in hopes of catching an -enemy by the legs, and being caught by the heads themselves, or making -narrow escapes, leaving behind them locks of hair, and taking away -scratches and bruises. - -Lieutenant Mullally twisted his ankle, and sank down groaning behind an -embankment. Little Willie Bond's cheek was badly cut with a pebbled -snow-ball. A dozen other boys were more or less hurt. - -The fight grew fast and furious. Neither side stopped to look after its -wounded, when small Bond, who had climbed a ladder leaning against a -pile of brick, and who was sitting on the topmost round nursing his -wounded face, called out, in his shrillest voice, - -"Halloo! a flag of truce! H-a-l-l-o-o! a flag of truce is comin'." - -"Don't belong to us," shouted the Woods. - -"Don't belong to us," shouted the Tins. - -"It's only a girl," said Mullally, getting up on one leg; whereupon his -captain, spying him, asked in an indignant tone, - -"What are you shirkin' for, Lally? They've got ten of our men. Tins to -the rescue! Tins to the rescue!" And in his excitement he let his -flashing sword fall so suddenly on the head of the warrior next to him -that that warrior immediately bit the dust--snow, I should say. At the -same moment a scout flying in with the cry, "It's Lady Rags," fell over -him at the captain's feet. - -"It's Lady Rags," ran through the ranks. - -"It's Lady Rags," Lubs informed his soldiers from the ramparts, and -deserting the fort, they all joined him on the sidewalk, their prisoners -promptly seizing the chance to escape. - -A young girl bearing a white flag made of a piece of muslin neatly -tacked to an old broom-handle came slowly toward them. She wore a skirt -of blue and red flannel, a black jacket, half silk and half cloth, and a -cap of three or four kinds of fur, bordered with soft swan's-down. Her -cheeks were glowing with the cold, her great brown eyes beamed with -frankness and innocence, and her hair, in two long golden braids, caught -the last ray of the setting sun. - -"Boys," she said, in a clear, ringing voice, as she reached them, "I -want to speak to you." - -"Great time to want to speak to fellers," growled Sandy Grip, "when -they're finishin' up the old year, and only got a few minutes to do it -in." - -"You keep still, Grip," said Ashburner. "Guess you forget who prayed for -you when you had the diphtheria." - -"And the Woods have got to be quiet, or get another captain," said Jack -Lubs, remembering the dear little sister who with her dying breath -begged him to always be good to "darling Lady." - -"I couldn't wait till to-night to say what I have to say," said Lady, -"for my mothers need me at home, and so, as I knew I'd find you all here -fighting, I thought I'd bring a flag of truce, and you'd stop long -enough--oh, how I wish you'd stop forever!--to hear what I have to ask -of you." - -"Go ahead, Lady," said the boys, with one accord. - -And planting the flag-staff in the snow heap behind her, Lady Rags -folded her little red hands, and began. - -But before I tell you what she said I must tell you something about -herself. - -Just thirteen years before the day of the Tins' and Woods' battle, three -poor tired old women, who had been wandering about the city in search of -rags and what other things they could gather, met at the corner of the -street in which they lived. - -As they plodded on together--it was fast growing dark--they stumbled -over something lying upon the sidewalk. Stooping to look at this -something, they found a woman with a baby in her arms. - -"I am dying," she whispered, "of cold and starvation." - -The three poor old women carried her to their own miserable home, where -she died in a short time. - -"And what shall we do with the baby?" they asked each other. Then in one -voice they answered themselves, - -"It is a Christmas gift to us. We'll keep it, with God's help." They -named the baby Adelaide, but that being too long a name for a tiny baby, -it was soon shortened to Lady, and so the child came to be known as -"Lady Rags." - -After the coming of Lady Rags the shabby home grew brighter than any one -seeing it before could have believed possible. The windows, once -scarcely to be seen through for dust and cobwebs, were now washed often, -so that the sunshine could come in and dance on the white wall for Lady. -The floor was scrubbed almost every day, and a piece of red and green -carpet was spread in one corner for her to play on. Here she played from -morning until night with all the bright-colored rags and queer odds and -ends the old women found or had given them, as happy as many a child in -a splendid home with the costliest of toys. The three old crones gave up -quarrelling as they used to, for that would have frightened Lady, and -they learned to pray again--though they had forgotten how for long -years--to pray for Lady. - -"My mothers" she called them when she began to talk, and ever after, and -they were so proud of the title that they tried their best to be worthy -of it. Their scant gray locks began to be always carefully combed and -half hidden beneath the whitest of caps; their well-worn garments were -neatly patched with patches of many colors, and bits of black, brown, -and other sober-hued ribbons were pinned at the wrinkled throats, and -all to do honor to Lady. - -As the child grew she became so beautiful that, had she been a princess -instead of Lady Rags, her beauty would have been a wonder. And she was -as good and clever as she was beautiful, and because of her many -kindnesses to them, the boys of the triangle were her sworn subjects. -Many the cut fingers she had dressed, many the bruises she had bathed, -many the words of comfort and encouragement she had spoken, and many the -prayers she had offered for the sick and suffering. - -"Her prayers go straight to Heaven," said Jack Lubs. "Some people's -don't." - -But in one thing very near to her heart she had failed thus far. She -could not bring peace to the neighborhood. Much as the Woods and the -Tins and the Shorts loved her, the war still went on. And as we have -seen, when she appeared among them on this day before Christmas, in her -quaint costume, looking as though she had stepped from some lovely old -picture, they were in the midst of one of their hardest fights. - -"Boys," said Lady Rags, "I have come to ask you all to be a surprise -party early to-morrow morning. You remember, the most of you, the poor -man who fell from the scaffolding while he was painting our house--" - -"And bad enough it wanted painting," said Abe Wilson; "hadn't been -painted before, I guess, in a hundred years." - -"--And was so badly hurt," Lady Rags went on, "that they took him to the -hospital. Well, he has been there ever since, and that's nearly two -months; but he's coming home to-morrow. And, oh! boys, do you know where -that home is?" - -"In Mulkins's basement, 'way down in the ground, and dark as Egypt," -said Sandy Grip. - -"And yet five children without any mother live there," said Lady. - -"Give 'em one of yours," suggested Sandy; "three's two too many for one -girl." - -"Couldn't spare one, for all that," said Lady, smiling. "And as my -mothers and I have just found out, these children have had dreadful -times since their father went away. They have sold every bit of their -furniture, and they have been nearly starved and nearly frozen. And -Christmas is almost here--Christmas, when everybody ought to be merry; -and I can't bear to think of that poor father coming home to that -wretched place. And he must not, boys; you must not let him, -_brothers_." - -"How can we help it?" asked both the captains, both the lieutenants, and -half the privates. - -"By each doing something toward making that basement look a little like -merry Christmas. My mothers and I and the other girls have done all we -can. We have bought an old stove from Mr. Rust, and a new table from -Mr. Ashburner, and Mrs. Lubs has given us a bed, and Mrs. Bond some -blankets, and my Sunday-school teacher some clothes, and to-morrow -morning we hope a certain surprise party will do the rest." - -"But, Lady Rags," said Jack Lubs, "my fellers haven't much cash, I know, -and what little they have left, after getting Christmas presents for -their own folks, they want to spend on you." - -"Here too, Johnny," said Ashburner. - -Jack glared at him. "Johnny!" he repeated. - -"Well, Squint-eye, if you like it better. Shiver your timbers, -_please_." - -Lubs raised his fist, but Lady sprang forward and seized his arm. - -"Oh, boys! boys!" she cried, "you promised to listen." And as they -turned away from each other with shamed faces, she began again, "It's -very, very kind of you to think of buying me a Christmas present, for I -have no right to expect anything--" - -"Guess you have, then," interrupted Jimmy Mullally. - -"Got us out of lots of scrapes since last Christmas," said Abe Wilson. - -"Mended my trousers when I tore 'em goin' down Hysen's coal-hole after -my cat, and granny never found it out," said Willie Bond. - -"Best girl in America, 'land of the free and home of the brave!'" said -Jack Lubs. - -"You bet!" chorused all the other boys. - -"It's real good of you to think so," said Lady, "for I'm no better than -most girls, I am sure." - -"There's where you make a mistake," said Rube Howell. - -"Well, have your own way about that," said Lady, with a bright smile; -"but do let me have my way about the Christmas present. And, oh! boys, -the best present you could give me would be to spend all you can spare -yourselves, and beg all you can from others, for these poor Janvrins. -They haven't anything to eat, and if they had, they have no dishes nor -plates to eat from, no knives nor forks to eat with. And there's twin -babies only a year old, and they are all so pale and thin! Oh, boys, -what a blessed, blessed thing it would be to stop this wicked fight, -that has been going on so long, this very Christmas-eve, and begin -Christmas-day by doing an act of kindness together! Christmas-day should -be a day of love and kindness, for on that day the Saviour was born. -What a darling baby He must have been, lying on His mother's lap, with -the cows and horses (He was born in a stable, you know) looking at Him -with wondering eyes! And He was the best boy that ever lived. And when -He became a man He went about everywhere teaching Love, Mercy, and -Charity. How He must grieve when He looks down from heaven and sees you -fight so terribly! What pain His gentle heart must have felt when Ned -Prime, a few weeks ago, was taken home to his mother--and she a -widow--nearly blind from a blow got in one of your battles! You say you -care for me; you say I have been a help to you. Perhaps you would never -have known me if it had not been Christmas-time when my mothers found -me. They thought, as they took me in their arms--I know they did--of -that other Baby, sent to bless the world. And, oh, boys, I beg of you to -be friends. Jack Lubs and Tim Ashburner," she continued, clasping her -hands in entreaty, while the tears trembled on her long lashes, "you -began this war, and for such a silly cause--oh, do, _do_, DO end it!" - -Lubs stepped toward Ashburner; Ashburner advanced to meet him. They -shook hands, and a cheer went up from the lookers-on, with the exception -of Sandy Grip, who growled, "That's the end of our fun--a lot of fellers -givin' in to a preachin' gal!" and was instantly rolled in the snow by -the boys nearest him. - -"We'll meet in Ashburner's father's shop to-night," said Captain Lubs, -"and draw up a--a agreement." - -"A treaty," corrected Abe Wilson. - -"Yes, that's what I mean--a treaty of peace." - -"To last forever?" asked Lady Bags, her face glowing with delight. - -"Well, I s'pose so, between the Tins and Woods as Tins and Woods," said -Jack. "But if any one feller sasses another feller more than he can -stand, why, don't you see, Lady, we _can't_ promise peace forever -between the fellers as fellers, but we'll do the best we can. And we'll -be at Mulkins's basement to-morrow morning about nine o'clock." - -And carrying the flag of truce between them, the two captains followed -Lady Rags--it was now dark, and the shop-keepers were beginning to light -their windows--their comrades following them, until they reached the -drug-store which united Wood and Tin streets, and which had two front -doors, one on either side. - -Through one of these doors, and out of the other, Lady, in a spirit of -fun, led them all, much to the surprise of the druggist, who was -pounding something in a mortar. Indeed, so surprised was he that he -didn't recover presence of mind enough to ask, "What does this mean?" -until the last boy passed out on Tin Street; and so, of course, he got -no answer to his question. - - * * * * * - -"Merry Christmas!" rang the bells--"merry, merry Christmas!" "Merry -Christmas!" shouted the little children, as out tumbled the toys and -goodies Santa Claus had put in their stockings; "Merry Christmas!" -echoed the big ones, as they found tokens of remembrance from fathers, -mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, aunts, cousins, sisters, -brothers, and friends; "Merry Christmas!" cried the butcher, the baker, -the grocer, and the milkman; "Merry Christmas!" called the people on the -streets to each other; and "Merry Christmas!" mingled with the jingling -of the sleigh-bells as the sleighs sped quickly by. - -In Mulkins's basement the old stove was glowing in the most cheerful -manner. A long wooden table stood in the middle of the floor, and a few -Christmas wreaths were tacked on the newly whitewashed walls. The -Janvrin children were gathered around the fire--poor things, they hadn't -been as comfortable in a long while--and Lady Rags, her cheeks as red as -roses, and a heavenly light in her beautiful brown eyes, stood at one of -the windows, looking up into the street. - -"Oh, what serious faces you all have!" she turned to say to the group by -the fire. "Think of your dear father coming home, and smile right away." - -And the children, smiling as she spoke, started to their feet as they -heard the beating of a drum directly in front of the house, and rushed -to the windows. - -"You must not look out," said Lady Rags, gently driving them into the -corner behind the stove, and placing herself beside them. - -A procession of boys, each with a sprig of cedar in his hat, led by -Hodge Wood with his drum and Willie Bond bearing an American flag, filed -down the area way and into the basement. - -First came Captains Lubs and Ashburner, each having hold of one end of a -large dripping-pan, in which reposed a fine roasted turkey. Behind them, -Aris Black carried a new tin saucepan filled with gravy, and his brother -Ted another filled with cranberry sauce. Then followed Sandy Grip and -Rube Howell with bunches of celery worn as shields. Next in order were -Jimmy Mullally and Abe Wilson, tugging a great basket overflowing with -potatoes, onions, and turnips. Next, two boys with a shining dish-pan -heaped high with dishes, plates, and cups and saucers. Next, four boys -nursing four huge loaves of bread as though they were babies. Next, six -tall boys with chairs on their heads, and two short ones with high -chairs for the twins on _their_ heads. Next, eight small boys with -knives, forks, and spoons, worn as weapons at their sides. Next, two -boys with school satchels almost bursting with toys. And last, Ned Prime -with a tin basin for a helmet and a broom for a gun, and Jake Smith with -a brightly painted wooden pail in one hand and a coal-hod in the other, -one full of apples and oranges and the other with coal. - -"Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub," went the drum, "Hurrah!" shouted the -boys as they marched in. The turkey, the celery, the loaves of bread, -the pail of fruit, and the knives, forks, and spoons, were placed on the -table, and the coal-hod, broom, dish-pan, and satchels of toys under it. -The chairs were set down, and the boys ranged themselves around the -room, and at a signal from Jack Lubs they all shouted at the top of -their voices, "Merry Christmas!" And then what do you think Lady Bags -did--she who had told the Janvrin children they must smile? Burst out -crying as though her heart would break! - -"Good gracious! what _is_ the matter now?" asked Tim. - -"Girls is never satisfied," growled Sandy Grip. - -"You hush!" said Abe Wilson, with more emphasis than politeness. - -"The matter?" repeated Lady. "You dear, good, splendid boys, I cried for -joy! You can't think how happy I am. But I'm going to laugh all the rest -of the day." - -"That's right," said Ashburner; "and now, if your Majesty will listen, -we have something to read to you." - -And in the twinkling of an eye the huge basket was on the floor, and -Lady, blushing like a sweet wild rose, seated as on a throne in its -place. - -"Attention, company!" called Jack Lubs, and mounting a chair, he -unfolded a paper, and read as follows: - -"'We, the Woods and Tins'--which means the Shorts too--'do promise from -this Christmas-day, 25th of December, 1878, to fight no more battles, -but bury the tomahawk, and smoke the calumet of peace together -_forever_. And three cheers for Lady Rags!'" - -Just at this moment Mr. Janvrin, the crippled painter, limped in. Then, -finding everything so jolly where he had expected nothing but gloom, he -joined in with all his might. And Lady's three mothers and some girl -friends, who had been looking on from the entry, joined in too. - -Once more the drum beat, the flag was unfurled, and away went the boys, -as happy a throng of boys as ever got together on Christmas-day. - -This is how the war of the Woods and the Tins--including the -Shorts--came to an end. - - - - -[Illustration: CHRISTMAS MORNING.] - - - - -THE FAIRY FUNGI. - -BY SOPHIE B. HERRICK. - - -The hill-sides of the southern part of France are covered with -vineyards, where the luscious grapes round out under the late summer -sunshine into globes of delicious sweetness. When the grapes are ripe, -the peasants--men, women, and children--may be seen gayly trooping to -the vineyards to pick them for wine. In the famous Steinburger vineyard -the pickers are all girls about eighteen years old. Each girl has a row -to pick, and they begin together, and move forward as steadily and -evenly as a regiment of soldiers. With their gay petticoats looped up so -that they may not brush off the ripe grapes, and their bright stockings -and mittens, they make a very pretty picture moving along between the -rows, snipping the ripe grapes, and letting them drop into their -baskets. When the baskets are full they are emptied into a tub, which -the men lift by leathern straps and carry to the road-side press. The -juice which comes spurting out of the press is placed in vats or -barrels, and there left to ferment, which changes the juice, or _must_, -into wine. When the cook wants her bread to ferment, or rise, she plants -it with yeast; but the wine has nothing planted in it, and yet it -ferments. - -Pasteur, the great French chemist, made up his mind to find why this -was. He was convinced from all his studies in fermentation that the -reason would be found in some little plant which was growing in the -juice and helping itself to whatever it needed to eat or to breathe. He -set to work to find out where the plants came from which turned the -grape juice into wine. All his experiments are so fully and clearly -explained that any one who is willing to take the pains can try them for -himself. - -[Illustration: FIG. 1.--GRAPE FUNGUS.] - -He found that there was no fungus growing inside the little closed bag -(which we call skin) in which the pulp, seed, and juice of the grape is -sealed up. There is no opening anywhere in a sound grape through which -spores (which are the fungus seed) could enter. But he found on the skin -of the grape, and thickly over the stem, little plants, something like -yeast and something like mould; these make up, in part, what is called -the bloom of the grape. He put some water, with these plants mixed -through it, into one tightly sealed bottle, and into another he put the -pure juice of the grapes which had none of the little plants through it, -and then waited to see what would happen. In a few days the water was -all yeasty, and the grape juice was unchanged. (Fig. 1.) He tried this -same thing over, and over, and over again, and in various ways, to be -sure that he was right. He thus found that the little magician that -turns the juice into wine is always waiting at the door of the sealed -chamber, ready to work its miracle as soon as it can reach the juice. - -It is very different with beer. Pasteur gave a great deal of time and -attention to finding out why so many millions of gallons of beer were -every year spoiled in the making. The brewers could not tell why. They -prepared their wort in just the same way, and planted just the same -amount of yeast into the good beer as they did in what turned out to be -bad. He brought that wonderful microscope of his to bear upon the -subject. He found that whenever the wort was planted with yeast which -had certain curious little glassy rods mixed through it, the beer turned -sour. The brewer, when he put such yeast as this into his wort, was -planting, along with the seeds of the yeast plant, seeds of a -troublesome weed. The sour beer was really only a very queer kind of a -liquid garden, growing more weeds than useful plants. - -[Illustration: FIG. 2.--POTATO FUNGUS.] - -Vinegar is another thing made by these little fairy fungi. The cider out -of which it is made is set away in a cask to ferment. The spores that -work the change in this case are floating in the air, and manage somehow -to get into the open cask. Did you never notice the flakes of -muddy-looking substance at the bottom of a vinegar cruet? That is the -_mother_, the little plant that has made the cider into vinegar. - -[Illustration: FIG. 3.--LEAF MILDEW.] - -These are some of the useful things that are done by the fungi, and they -are certainly very valuable services. We owe to them our bread, and -wine, and beer, and vinegar. But they are not always benevolent fairies -by any means. Sometimes we are inclined to think that they are at the -bottom of pretty much all the mischief in the world. If they were not -sailing about in every breath of wind, getting into all sorts of places -where they are not wanted, we probably would never have any chills and -fever or diphtheria, and the yellow fever would not sweep off its -thousands and tens of thousands. If these little floating spores did not -get into every crack and cranny, wounds would not fester, damp linen -would not mildew, preserves and pickles would not mould, milk would not -sour, nothing would spoil or ferment or decay. There is an old proverb -that "the mother of mischief is no bigger than a midge's wing." I -sometimes wonder if the old-time people that made the proverbs did not -know something of these tiny mischiefs that only seem to be waiting the -chance to work their naughty will. - -There is one case where this change takes place which you have probably -often seen. When I was a child I used to be very fond of getting from -the woods close to the house, or from the wood-pile, bits of shining -wood and bark, which we called "fox fire." The wood was always old and -decaying, and we thought it was shining because it was dying. But really -the perishing wood was covered all over with tiny mushrooms, which shone -with a light something like the glimmer of a fire-fly. In some countries -this brightness is very wonderful. In Australia people have been able to -read by the light of a shining stump overgrown with luminous fungi. - -[Illustration: FIG. 4.--RYE SMUT.] - -Some of the fungi have not even the manners to wait until their victims -are dead. They take possession of living plants and animals, and never -rest until they have destroyed them. The disease among potatoes called -the potato blight (Fig. 2), of which we hear so much, is caused by the -growth of a little fungous plant in the mouths, or breathing holes, on -the skin of the potato, and the blight and mildew (Fig. 3) and smut of -wheat and corn and rye (Fig. 4) are all due to the same cause. The -mouldy look upon vine leaves is nothing else. I put a leaf of Virginia -creeper which looked whitish and ugly under the microscope one day, and -found the whole surface covered with a net-work of silvery threads, with -a wonderful, fruit growing upon it. The fruits looked like peeled -oranges surrounded with threads of spun sugar, or occasionally like a -gigantic blackberry sparkling with crystals. This was only a common -mildew, but under the magnifier it seemed a wonderful garden, growing -conserves and fairy fruits, and was beautiful, beyond description. (Fig. -5.) - -[Illustration: FIG. 5.--MILDEW ON VIRGINIA CREEPER.] - -The silk-worm is attacked by a fungous plant (Fig. 6). It takes -possession of the worm just before it begins to spin its cocoon, and -some years ago it destroyed such multitudes that the French silk trade -was seriously threatened. The microscope was again brought into use, and -the cause of the trouble discovered, and the cure effected. - -[Illustration: FIG. 6.--SILK-WORM FUNGUS.] - -The untiring Pasteur studied up this and other diseases of the silk-worm -as he did those of wine and beer, and helped the silk-worm growers to -stamp out the disease when it appeared. It perhaps seems a small thing -for a man of genius like Pasteur to give his whole life to studying -these little plants through the microscope, but never was a life more -helpfully and patriotically spent. Hundreds of thousands of the French -peasants depended for daily food and shelter upon what they earned in -the wine and beer and silk trades, and these trades Pasteur's work has -saved from destruction or great loss. It has been said that his work -with the microscope has saved to France more than the awful French -Revolution cost her. - - - - -DOT'S CHIMNEY. - -BY MRS. A. E. THOMAS. - - - Briskly fell the snow's white plumage, - Tossing o'er the barren moor, - While Kris Kringle's jolly features - So belied the weight he bore. - Fast the pearly flakes were falling, - Glad his hoary head to crown. - Making darkness light about him, - As though angels dropped them down. - - Sings his heart its sweetest carol. - Twinkles his gray eyes so bright, - As he pictures the sweet children - In their happy homes to-night. - What cares he that snow is drifting, - And the cold is so intense, - When he sees dear Dottie's chimney - Peeping over yonder fence? - - Down the chimney now he's creeping, - Dark and sooty, dim and drear, - Yet his heart is light, though heavy - On his back lies Christmas cheer. - "Quite a journey I've accomplished," - As he shook himself quite free - From the soot. "Now where's Dot's stocking? - Here 'tis. But what do I see? - - "Whose is this, and this, and that one? - One last year, but now three more. - I am old, just turned of eighty, - But can count--one, two, three, four. - Well, I'll fill them," said Kris Kringle; - "Maybe Dottie wants a pile - Of nice goodies. Here they go in. - Now, my boy, you're fixed in style." - - He guessed rightly; Dot was greedy, - For he did love candies so. - This was why he hung so shyly - Four bright stockings in a row. - Morning came; Dot was in raptures. - What a pile of luscious things - Hung within that old black chimney! - But hark! now the door-bell rings. - - In came Neighbor Gray a-sighing. - Times, he said, were very dull; - And his little Sam grew weaker. - Oh! his heart was very full. - Wife, he said, had watched beside him - Through the cold and bitter night, - And he came to ask for something-- - Only "just a little mite." - - Up jumped Dottie with a stocking, - Bursting with its festive bliss. - "Here," he said, to that poor neighbor, - "Give dear little Sammy this." - Just then came the widow's children-- - Pretty, but so very poor-- - Mag and Mamie, nearly frozen. - Travelling o'er the barren moor. - - "Come in quick," said little Dottie. - "What's the matter? pray explain." - "We are going for the doctor, - 'Cause the baby's got a pain." - Mag and May each had a stocking - When they left the farmer's door. - Oh! 'twas well that little Dottie - In his chimney hung up four. - - - - -A NOVEL PRESENT. - -BY BERTHA WATSON. - - -Before you girls put on your thimbles, thread your needles, and puzzle -your brains about something to make for Christmas, let me tell you of a -beautiful present I once received, and how it was made. - -It was an old woman who lived in a shoe, with so many children she -didn't know what to do. - -[Illustration] - -The only part at all difficult to make is the shoe or boot itself. My -boot was ten inches high, and eight from the toe to the heel, and it was -composed of five pieces of very stiff pasteboard, the two sides shaped -like No. 1, enlarged, the back like No. 2, and the sole like No. 3. No. -4 is the little strip in front of the heel. Each piece must be covered -with black velvet or cloth, all the pieces sewed strongly together, and -the top of the boot lined with green silk for three or four inches down. -Then bind the top and sides of the front with red braid, and tack a -strip of black velvet in the sides of the front for a tongue. Then take -a piece of the red braid, and catch it back and forth, like ordinary -shoe lacing. - -As the boot is so long and narrow, it would be apt to tip over, so, to -steady it, put a bag of shot in the toe, and fill the rest with paper. - -Now you have the house, and for the garden get a square pasteboard box -cover, and spread over it green silk to represent grass. As no ordinary -doll's face would be wrinkled and care-worn enough for this poor lady, -get one of the long-nosed, long-chinned, old women who sometimes come in -Jack-in-the-boxes. Cut her out, springs and all, and cover the springs -with a dark calico dress. Put a white kerchief round her neck, a white -cap on her head, and a bundle of switches in her hand. - -You want as many children as you have the patience to dress; the more -the merrier. Get the little china dolls that come for a penny apiece, -and the larger wooden dolls that come, I think, for the same price. If -you can get two or three very small woolly dogs, they will look cunning -standing in the "garden." Dress the dolls in all the bright colors you -can find, and put them anywhere and everywhere, on the box cover, -climbing up the shoe lacing, in the mother's lap, and behind her back. - -A very pretty addition to the whole is a small ladder leaning against -the side of the boot, with a doll on each round. - - - - -OUR NEW WALK. - -BY JIMMY BROWN. - - -For once I have done right. I always used to think that if I stuck to -it, and tried to do what was right, I would hit it some day; but at last -I pretty nearly gave up all hope, and was beginning to believe that no -matter what I did, some of the grown-up folks would tell me that my -conduct was such. But I have done a real useful thing that was just what -father wanted, and he has said that he would overlook it this time. -Perhaps you think that this was not very encouraging to a boy; but if -you had been told to come up stairs with me my son as often as I have -been, just because you had tried to do right, and hadn't exactly managed -to suit people, you would be very glad to hear your father say that for -once he would overlook it. - -Did you ever play you were a ghost? I don't think much of ghosts, and -wouldn't be a bit afraid if I was to see one. There was once a ghost -that used to frighten people dreadfully by hanging himself to a hook in -the wall. He was one of those tall white ghosts, and they are the very -worst kind there is. This one used to come into the spare bedroom of the -house where he lived before he was dead, and after walking round the -room, and making as if he was in dreadfully low spirits, he would take a -rope out of his pocket, and hang himself to a clothes-hook just opposite -the bed, and the person who was in the bed would faint away with fright, -and pull the bedclothes over his head, and lie in the most dreadful -agony until morning, when he would get up, and people would say, "Why -how dreadful you look your hair is all gray and you are whiternany -sheet." One time a man came to stay at the house who wasn't afraid of -anything, and he said, "I'll fix that ghost of yours; I'm a terror on -wooden wheels when any ghosts are around. I am." So he was put to sleep -in the room, and before he went to bed he loosened the hook, so that it -would come down very easy, and then he sat up in bed and read till -twelve o'clock. Just when the clock struck, the ghost came in and walked -up and down as usual, and finally got out his rope and hung himself; but -as soon as he kicked away the chair he stood on when he hung himself, -down came the hook, and the ghost fell all in a heap on the floor, and -sprained his ankle, and got up and limped away, dreadfully ashamed, and -nobody ever saw him again. - -Father has been having the front garden walk fixed with an askfelt -pavement. Askfelt is something like molasses, only four times as sticky -when it is new. After a while it grows real hard, only ours hasn't grown -very hard yet. I watched the men put it down, and father said, "Be -careful and don't step on it until it gets hard or you'll stick fast in -it and can't ever get out again. I'd like to see half a dozen meddlesome -boys stuck in it and serve them right." As soon as I heard dear father -mention what he'd like, I determined that he should have his wish, for -there is nothing that is more delightful to a good boy than to please -his father. - -That afternoon I mentioned to two or three boys that I knew were pretty -bad boys that our melons were ripe, and that father was going to pick -them in a day or two. The melon patch is at the back of the house, and -after dark I dressed myself in one of mother's night-gowns, and hid in -the wood-shed. About eleven o'clock I heard a noise, and looked out, and -there were six boys coming in the back gate, and going for the melon -patch. I waited till they were just ready to begin, and then I came out -and said, in a hollow and protuberant voice, "Beware!" - -They dropped the melons, and started to run, but they couldn't get to -the back gate without passing close to me, and I knew they wouldn't try -that. So they started to run round the house to the front gate, and I -ran after them. When they reached the new front walk, they seemed to -stop all of a sudden, and two or three of them fell down. I didn't wait -to hear what they had to say, but went quietly back, and got into the -house through the kitchen window, and went up stairs to my room. I could -hear them whispering, and now and then one or two of them would cry a -little; but I thought it wouldn't be honorable to listen to them, so I -went to sleep. - -[Illustration: PRYING THE BOYS OUT.] - -In the morning there were five boys stuck in the askfelt, and frightened -'most to death. I got up early, and called father, and told him that -there seemed to be something the matter with his new walk. When he came -out and saw five boys caught in the pavement, and an extra pair of shoes -that belonged to another boy who had wriggled out of them and gone away -and left them, he was the most astonished man you ever saw. I told him -how I had caught the boys stealing melons, and had played I was a ghost -and frightened them away, and he said that if I'd help the coachman pry -the boys out, he would overlook it. So he sat upon the piazza and -overlooked the coachman and me while we pried the boys out, and they -came out awfully hard, and the askfelt is full of pieces of trousers and -things. I don't believe it will ever be a handsome walk; but whenever -father looks at it he will think what a good boy I have been, which will -give him more pleasure than a hundred new askfelt walks. - - - - -[Illustration: MORNING.] - -[Illustration: EVENING.] - -CHILDREN OF THE PANTOMIME. - - -In the great city of London one of the pleasures and delights of the -merry Christmas season, to which the children look forward with almost -as much eagerness as to the advent of Santa Claus, is the pantomime. - -What a fairy-land is revealed to youthful eyes by this holiday -amusement! All the stories of Mother Goose become living realities. Jack -and Jill roll down the hill; Tom, the piper's son, suffers no end of -misfortunes as a punishment for his theft of the pig; Little Jack Horner -eats his Christmas pie; and in company with all these nursery heroes are -wonderful crowds of all-powerful fairies, who by a wave of their wands -give birds and beasts human intelligence, and render pots, kettles, and -pans animated. This gay assemblage appears in fairy grottoes glistening -with brilliant colors, sylvan dells flooded with soft moonlight, and -meadows on which fairies trace the magic ring and weave the figures of -their mystic dance. - -The other side of the picture is less radiant. All these fairies with -spangled hair, these animated kettles and saucepans, these birds and -beasts which dance and hop about in such mirthful fashion, are the -little children of the poor, who in this way seek to earn a few -shillings for the sick mother, or the starving baby brother or sister, -in the dreary and desolate apartments which these poor families call -home. - -Weeks before Christmas the parents of these children, and often the -children themselves, beg to be enrolled in the infantile army needed for -the pantomime. The number of applications is so large that the first -selection is made by height alone, no child over four feet being -received for examination. The smaller the child, the better, so long as -it is old enough to learn the duties required of it. The children thus -selected are then placed in a line, and told to put forward their left -feet and hold up their right hands. - -Strange as it may seem, there are many poor children so ignorant as to -be unable to do this simple thing. All these are rejected; for a child -who does not know its right hand from its left would probably never be -able to learn the feats required of it in the pantomime. When the final -selection is made and the parts assigned, a crowd of the prettiest and -most graceful are set aside for dainty little fairies and elves. Others -are destined for hideous little gnomes, for animated vegetables and -utensils of all kinds, for cats, monkeys, beetles, and other creatures, -while to the most intelligent are assigned more important parts. - -Then begins the task of training this youthful band for its work. The -drill-masters are, as a rule, as good-natured as possible under the -circumstances, but they are very strict, and require the most implicit -obedience to their directions. Many of these little boys and girls grow -very weary in the work of learning to act like fairies and elves, to -jump about as starlings, tomtits, or monkeys, or to march around as -kettles, saucepans, cabbages, and other odd figures which go to make up -the _dramatis personę_ of a pantomime. - -To the children, clad in soft warm garments, who watch all this -brilliant show, everything is beauty and happiness. The little audience, -which gathers with delight to witness the glittering spectacle, knows -nothing of the labor and suffering which these less fortunate children -have endured before everything could be in readiness for the grand -holiday performances. The Christmas holidays for them are a season of -work and anxiety. - -The home of the poor children of the pantomime is not like the homes of -the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE, warm and comfortable, and at Christmas-time -gay with wreaths and branches of evergreen, with gifts from Santa Claus, -and with dinner tables groaning under the weight of great turkeys and -steaming plum-puddings; but it is some dismal little room up flights of -rickety stairs, where the cold wind blows through the cracks of the -uncarpeted floor, and where want and sorrow and misery are always -present. - -These children rise to a day of toil. Honest little hard workers, many -of them do their best to assist the tired and weary mother to keep the -dismal home as clean and comfortable as possible. The hour for the -pantomime approaches, and clad in their scanty garments, these little -ones hurry away through the snow to appear as sparkling fairies, -carrying delight to thousands of hearts. Where are the fairies who bring -delight to them? When the performance is over, they leave the glistening -grottoes, go back to their comfortless homes, and sleep only to rise -again to new toils and anxieties. - -There are poor children everywhere. They are the most numerous in great -cities like London and New York, but there is scarcely a village so -small where some can not be found. Christmas is near. Will the children -blessed with happy homes, and kind parents able to gratify their -slightest wish, leave these little ones with "empty stockings" on -Christmas morning? Remember how small a thing will make their eyes -sparkle with pleasure; and when your own Christmas gifts are showered -upon you by loving hands do not fail to learn by happy experience the -grandeur and truth of the words of the Lord Jesus: "It is more blessed -to give than to receive." - - - - -THE TALKING LEAVES.[1] - -An Indian Story. - -BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. - -CHAPTER XI. - -[1] Begun in No. 101, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. - - -How easy it would be even for large bodies of men to be quite near each -other without knowing it will be readily understood when the nature of -the country, full of sudden changes from mountain and table-land to -valleys and plains, is considered. Unless, indeed, they should send out -sharp-eyed scouts to find out about their neighbors, as did the miners -under Captain Skinner, and the Lipans of To-la-go-to-de, such a thing -might easily happen. - -Neither of these "main bodies" remained in camp an hour longer than was -necessary, but even after they left their respective camps they moved -onward with some caution, half expecting at any moment to see one of -their scouts come riding back with important news. - -"Motion" was decidedly the order of the day, even for the Apaches. To be -sure, there had been no known reason why they should bestir themselves -too early in the morning; but their chief himself had given orders the -night before, right after supper, that no more lodges should be set up, -and that all things should be in condition for a march. - -He needed yet to make up his mind precisely in what direction the march -should be, and Rita's "talking leaves" had not given him a single hint -about that. - -The fact that they had not was a trouble to him, but it was a little too -much to expect of a chief and warrior that he should seem to go for -counsel to a mere squaw, and not only a very young one, but a squaw of -the pale-faces at that. So Rita and Ni-ha-be had not been molested in -their lodge all the evening, and a grand talk they had of it all by -themselves, with Mother Dolores to listen. - -Dolores had listened, but the girls had been almost surprised by the -fact that she asked almost no questions at all--not even about the -cavalry pictures. - -She did not explain to them that her mind was all the while too -completely filled with the thought of the one picture which had spoken -to her, and made her shut her eyes and kneel down. There could not -possibly be any other which could do more than that, although it was a -great thing that Many Bears should have given them any attention. - -Ni-ha-be had slept as soundly as usual that night, and Rita had "made -believe" do so, until her adopted sister ceased even to whisper to her, -and she could hear the loud breathing of Mother Dolores on the opposite -side of the lodge. - -Then she opened her eyes in the darkness, and tried to recall all she -had seen in the three marvellous magazines, page by page. - -How it all came back to her! Some of the words that she had not -understood began to have a meaning to her. - -"They are talking now," she said to herself; "they are almost all -talking. They are helping me remember. I'm sure that was my mother, my -white mother. But where is my white father? He was not there at all. I -must look for him again to-morrow. We must ride off away from the camp, -where nobody can see us, and we can talk as much as we please." - -"We" meant herself and Ni-ha-be, of course, but it also meant her three -prizes. She had brought them to bed with her on her soft buffalo-skin, -and she was hugging them now. It seemed to her as if they were alive, -and had come to tell her almost anything she could think to ask. - -When morning came there was no need for Rita to propose a ride on -horseback. Ni-ha-be spoke of it first, and for the self-same reason; but -there was nothing unusual about it, for they almost lived in the saddle, -like genuine daughters of the great Apache nation. - -For a while the very delight of galloping up and down the valley on such -swift and beautiful animals as they were riding almost drove out of -their minds the thought of the talking leaves. But when, a little later, -Many Bears slowly arose from a long fit of thinking there in front of -his lodge, and said to Red Wolf, "Call Rita," Rita was nowhere to be -seen. - -"Find her. Tell her to come, and bring me the white men's medicine, -talking leaves." - -Red Wolf sprang upon the nearest horse--and there were several standing -ready for sudden errands--and dashed away in search of his truant -sisters. - -Mother Dolores could tell him nothing, but his loud, half-angry -questionings drew together a knot of squaws and children, two or three -of whom were ready to point toward the northeastern slope of the valley, -and tell him he would have to hunt in that direction. - -He was ready for it, of course; but he reined in his mustang in front of -his father long enough to tell him the cause of the delay. - -"Bring them back. They are as wild as rabbits. They will lose their -scalps some day." - -The chief did not smile when he said that. He was beginning to feel -uneasy about the position of his affairs, and he could hardly have told -why. He said to himself, "Bad medicine. Can't see him. Great chief smell -him." - -And then he gave sharp orders to his young braves to have all the ponies -caught and brought in from the pastures below, and the squaws to have -all their packs ready and their lodges taken down. - -"Big talk come," he said again to himself. "Maybe big fight. Don't know. -Must be ready. Somebody catch the great chief asleep if he doesn't look -out." - -Nobody had ever done that yet, for Many Bears had even a greater name -for his cunning than for his fighting. - -Red Wolf was well mounted, and he darted away at full speed. His father -was not a man to forgive a slow messenger any more than a slow cook. - -"I understand," he muttered. "Squaws not stay in valley. Go among trees -and rocks. Bears catch 'em some day. Eat 'em all up. Not afraid of -anything." - -So he was really anxious about them, and afraid they would run into -danger? - -Certainly. - -The red man's family affection does not always show itself in the same -way with ours, but there is plenty of it. All the more in the case of a -young brave like Red Wolf, with every reason to be proud as well as fond -of his sister. - -And of Rita? - -He was thinking of her now, and wondering if she had learned anything -more about the cavalry from her talking leaves. - -It was, for all the world, just as if he had been a young white man from -"one of the first families." - -He galloped onward, keenly eying the fringes of the forest and the -broken bases of the ledges, until he came to the broad opening below the -gap, and here he suddenly stopped and sprang to the ground at a place -where the green sod was soft and deeply marked with the prints of -horses' hoofs. - -"The blue-coat horsemen came out here. Their tracks are old. Ugh! Those -are fresh. Ni-ha-be and Rita." - -He was on his horse again in an instant, galloping up the not very steep -slope of the pass. - -The two girls had been in no hurry, and it was not long before Red Wolf -came in sight of them. - -He put his hand to his mouth, and gave a long, peculiar whoop, that -meant: "I am after you. Come back." - -They understood it well enough, and Rita might have obeyed if she had -been left to herself, but there was more than a little mischief behind -the black eyes of Ni-ha-be. - -"Let him catch us. He won't do anything worse than scold. I'm not afraid -of Red Wolf." - -Rita was, just a little, but she rode on beside her sister without -turning her head. - -"We shall not read any of the leaves this morning." - -"Read? What is that?" - -"Just the same as a warrior when he finds a trail of a deer. Just like -the trail of the blue-coat cavalry. Father and the gray-heads read it." - -"Is that the way the leaves talk to you? I guessed it was. It is all -signs, like tracks in the mud." - -Rita had used the only Apache word she could think of that came at all -near to meaning what she wanted, but there was no word for "book," or -for any kind of book. - -Again they heard the shout of Red Wolf behind them. It was nearer now, -and a little angry. - -"He is coming, Ni-ha-be. Don't let us ride fast." - -"He is saying ugly things. But we will laugh at him and tell him he can -not whoop loud enough to be heard." - -Red Wolf was proud of his powerful voice, and that would be a sure way -to tease him. - -"Rita! The great chief is angry. He calls for you." - -He was close upon them by this time, and they reined in their horses. -Teasing Red Wolf was one thing, but disobeying Many Bears was quite -another. They had seen squaws beaten for smaller offenses than that. - -"We have done wrong, Ni-ha-be." - -"Oh, not much. We can ride back as fast as our ponies can carry us. Turn -and meet him." - -It had been a very little bit of a "runaway" on the part of the two -girls, but it threatened to have serious consequences. - -There was no time even for Red Wolf to scold them before the -consequences began to come. - -They had ridden just to the end of the spot where the rocks and bushes -at the road-side were so thickset and made so perfect a cover for -anybody hiding among them. - -"Look, Red Wolf, look!" - -"Oh, who are they? Enemies!" - -The young brave pulled in his mustang so sharply that he almost tumbled -him over, and turned his head. - -"Pale-faces? How came they here?" - -He could hardly have been more astonished if one of the granite bowlders -near him had stood up and said, "Good-morning." So far as he could have -guessed, the nearest white man was many hundreds of miles away, and his -nation was at peace with them for the time; but here were three of the -hated race standing in the road to cut off his retreat and that of his -sisters. - -[Illustration: "THE FOREMOST LEVELLED HIS GUN STRAIGHT AT RED WOLF."] - -Three tall, brawny, evil-looking pale-faces with rifles in their hands, -and the foremost of them was levelling his gun straight at Red Wolf, and -shouting, "Surrender, you red-skinned coyote, or I'll put a pill into -ye." - -An Indian brave like the son of Many Bears might deem it an honor to be -named after the large, dangerous wolf he had killed in single fight, -with only his knife, but to be called a coyote, a miserable prairie -wolf, jackal, was a bitter insult, and that was what it was meant for. -He had left his carbine in the camp, but his long lance was in his hand, -and his knife and revolver were in his belt. - -What could one young brave do against three such powerful and well-armed -white men? - -"Ni-ha-be!" exclaimed Rita. - -"I am an Apache girl. I can fight. You are a pale-face." - -Rita was stung to her very heart by her sister's scornful reply, for she -had also brought her bow and arrows. They never stirred from camp -without them, and squaws were not permitted to carry fire-arms. - -Ni-ha-be had an arrow already on the string, and Rita followed her -example like a flash. - -"Red Wolf is a warrior. He is not a coyote. He will show the -pale-faces--" - -Twang! - -The sound of Ni-ha-be's bowstring cut Red Wolf's haughty reply in two in -the middle, and it was well for the miner "Bill" that he was quick in -dodging. As it was, he dropped his rifle, for there was an arrow through -his right arm above the elbow, and Ni-ha-be was fitting another. - -Twang! - -But the man at whom Rita aimed her arrow was an old Indian fighter, and -he parried it easily. - -"Red Wolf, your pistol!" - -"Boys," exclaimed Bill, "they're a lot of young wildcats! We'll jest -have to shoot. Pick off the red-skin, quick, and knock over the two -girls before they make a hole into ye." - -The two parties were hardly twenty yards apart, and all this had -happened in a few seconds; but just then Red Wolf was exclaiming, - -"Two more!" - -And Rita said, excitedly, - -"Stop, Ni-ha-be! See! They are fighting each other. These two are -friends. Don't shoot!" - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -DOBBIN'S PERVERSITY. - - - "What can we do on this bright summer's day, - And what may our frolic be? - Shall we play at wild outlaws by Robin Hood led, - Just baby, and Bertie, and me?" - -[Illustration] - - "Or stay, here's old Dobbin--why, children, you know - We must gallop him off to the pond below. - Poor Dobbin is thirsty--we nearly forgot; - He's done lots of work, and he's tired and hot." - - Rattle and scamper--hurrah for the fun!-- - Three merry youngsters, see how they run! - Fast go their heels, round go the wheels. - Old Dobbin says nothing of all that he feels. - Yet in his one eye lurks a mischievous wink, - And brought to the water, old Dobbin _won't_ drink. - - Sir Toadie lies low by yon mossy gray stone-- - A worshipful toad is he!-- - A toad with a wise and wonderful mien, - Solemnly wearing his coat of green, - -[Illustration] - - Of what does this knowing Sir Toadie dream? - Hark! he croaks to a passing bee - Watching the scene--the scolding and petting - A very queer steed on the bank is getting, - Now ordered, now asked, now begged, "just one drop," - Next pushed all a-hurry, it tumbles in--flop! - -[Illustration] - - Nidding and nodding his wise old head, - These are the words that the toad has said, - "Many may lead to the fair river's brink, - But a horse must _will_, ere they make him drink." - - * * * * * - -[Illustration] - - Jes you stan' up, you queer old broom. - And be as good as you can be; - You see to-night is Christmas-eve, - And you must be my Christmas-tree. - - * * * * * - - Rub-a-dub-dub on kettle and pan, - Rub-a-dub-dub, make music who can. - Our gay little party all sing out of tune; - Tom of Puss in the Corner, and Ned of sweet June. - While on the pail drumming Joe strikes with a will, - Loud chanting the story of Jack and of Jill. - - Music you call it! I hear but a noise; - But noise is sweet music to small girls and boys. - Patience, grown people, remember the day - When you were but children and rattled away, - With a rub-a-dub-dub on kettle and pan, - Rub-a-dub-dub, making music who can. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] - - -In this number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE we have given our readers a good -foretaste of Christmas, just by way of preparation for all the -delightful things coming in the next. On December 20 we shall publish -our regular Christmas number, which will be entirely given up to matter -suitable to the joyous Christmas-tide. The C. Y. P. R. U. will not have -its attention drawn, as usual, to articles with sound facts for a basis; -the Postmistress will not have a word to say; there will be no -Exchanges; even the serial story will be dropped for a week. Our -Christmas number will thus be complete in itself, for YOUNG PEOPLE, like -its little patrons, has no room for other thoughts during one week in -the year than those which are connected with the day which celebrates -the birth of the Saviour of the world. The leading features will be a -charming fairy story, entitled "Shamruck; or, the Christmas Panniers," -by Mr. Frank R. Stockton, illustrated by Mr. Alfred Fredericks; another -admirable story, entitled "A Perfect Christmas," by W. O. Stoddard, with -illustrations by Mr. Howard Pyle; and a most amusing pantomime, entitled -"The Magic Clock," by Mr. G. B. Bartlett, with an illustration by Mr. -F. S. Church. There will be a number of minor attractions, which we will -leave our readers to discover for themselves, and the whole will be -inclosed in an entirely novel and unique cover, ornamented by one of Mr. -Nast's most capital drawings. - - * * * * * - - CALUMET, MICHIGAN. - - We have had snow three times this winter, and it has gone off - twice, but the weather is very stormy now, and I guess it will stay - this time. - - I go to school. We have quite a large school-house, it being 190 - feet long, 100 feet wide, and 100 feet in height, from the ground - to the top of the belfry. The foundation is sandstone, which - extends for about eight feet above the ground. There are eighteen - rooms in use as school-rooms. I am in the next room below the High - School. I am ten years old, and study reading, writing, spelling, - arithmetic, drawing, higher geography, and grammar. - - There are many curious things about the mines here. One shaft is - 2400 feet deep. I have not been through the mines since the new - machinery was put in, but I have been told that it is a great deal - stronger and larger than the old. They have built two new - engine-houses, and rebuilt two old ones, and put new machinery in - all. One of the boilers at the Hecla is thirty feet long, and there - are two of that size at the Calumet. - - PERCY P. - - * * * * * - - MICHIGAN CITY, INDIANA. - - I am a little girl eleven years old. I have a pet dog which is part - blood-hound, and was named after a famous fox-hound in - Pennsylvania. I have ten dolls. Some are pretty old, and have - retired from active life. My aunt Mate made most of their clothes. - One is quite plain, and I call her the old maid. The beauty of my - family I call Daisy. My mamma has been sick four years. I have a - brother Charley, four years old last June. We have a bird whose - name is Major. We call it that after papa; his friends always - called him the Major. Then there is John, the cat, who is four - years and a half old; he belonged to my sister, who died four years - ago. - - This is a great locality for sand. We have a number of high hills; - one called Hoosier Slide, covered with white sand, is over a - hundred feet high. We have a nice harbor, which has been improved - every year since we came here. We don't like it here as well as we - did in Michigan. We sent a box of clothing to a little girl there - who needed it very much. - - MAUD S. - - * * * * * - - COLLEGE GROVE, TENNESSEE. - - I am a little girl who has owned a great many cats. I lost the - oldest one last November. His name was Mark Gray. He was fourteen - years and eight months old. The first word I ever said was to call - him "Tit-tat." Many persons said to me, "Anna, why don't you let - that poor old cat be shot?" But I could not let him meet that fate. - He had lost all his teeth, and I fed him on milk and biscuit till - he died. I have had a great many dolls, but my favorite is a large - one that Santa Claus brought me when I was three years old. I could - not then lift her. She has a china head, a cloth body, and red kid - gloves. I named her Lizzie M., for one of my young lady cousins, - and when she married I changed the doll's name to Mrs. B. I raised - twenty-four turkeys last year, and I take HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE - with part of my turkey money. I have twenty-three this year, nearly - all white. I like white turkeys best, because I can see them better - than those of any other color when they wander off to make a nest. - I have no brothers and sisters, but we have a little black girl who - plays with me and helps me to drive up my turkeys. They got wet - twice, and I thought they were dead, but we put them under the - stove, and they revived. I have a garden and a little pit. I have - five rose-bushes; one has blossoms no larger than my finger-nail. I - have a bed of sweet violets; they begin to bloom in February. I - have a lovely species of white asclepias that grows wild here; it - looks like wax. Mamma says if it had come from the Cape of Good - Hope, people would go wild about it. My pit is three feet square - and one and a half feet deep. I plant in it verbenas, feverfews, - Japan pinks, and rose cuttings. I cover it with boards, and when it - is very cold I put a rug on top. I kept my flowers safely last - winter, although it was so cold. This is November 7, and we have - not yet had any frost. The roses are as pretty as in spring-time, - and the garden is gay with zinnias and chrysanthemums. - - ANNA MINER R. - - * * * * * - -We ask attention to the letter from two little girls which follows this -paragraph. We have sent them a bound volume of YOUNG PEOPLE for 1881, -which we hope will help them in making the Christmas season a glad one -to their little friends the "Innocents." - - DEAR GIRLS AND BOYS,--Christmas is drawing near now, and you are - all preparing for the Christmas tree, and lots of you are making - pretty presents for your friends. We wish to ask you a favor, so - now please give attention.... The pastor of the Trinity - Episcopalian Church established a "Home for the Innocents." All - poor little waifs are taken to this Home, and little ones are left - whose mothers work out by the day. They have a nice time playing - together, and some kind Sisters watch these little ones. But the - church caught fire and burned down, and now the members (who are - mostly poor people) are saving their money so we can build the - church up again, and we are sadly afraid the little ones will lose - their Christmas fun. The Sunday-school scholars have given up the - tree, so they could help the church, but the "Innocents" will have - _nothing_. Now won't you _all_ send us some toys, or brightly - colored picture-books, or Christmas-tree ornaments. Rummage your - closet shelves, and see if there are not broken toys or dolls you - don't care about any more, and send them to _us_. Some of you write - and tell of so many things you have; can't you spare one for these - children? Please do, and after Christmas we will write again all - about them. - - LYDIA BELLE HARGREAVES, - LULU G. RUCKSTUHL, - 508 Wenzel St., Louisville, Ky. - -Be particular, children, to send your gifts directly to Lydia or Lulu, -and not to Harper & Brothers. - - * * * * * - - LAWRENCE, KANSAS. - - I am a little Kansas boy who reads your paper regularly. I am very - much interested in the Wiggle department of the YOUNG PEOPLE. I - sent a wiggle for No. 95 and No. 104, and it made me very happy to - see them in the paper. I shall send some more. I am eleven years - old, and have been going to school four years, and am in the sixth - grade. I live in Lawrence, and the University of Kansas is here. - When I become old enough I will go there. I want to get a good - education. Then, when I become a man, perhaps I may be an editor, - or write story-books. West of Lawrence a few hundred miles are the - great plains. The Indians used to live there, and hunt buffaloes. - The Indians have gone now, and so, I suppose, have the buffaloes. - - Kansas is a good place for little boys. I used to live in - Washington. D. C. But there the houses are too thick to fly a kite. - Here on the prairies we boys often fly our kites to the height of - two balls of twine. We have lots of room to run. Father has - promised me a pony on my next birthday. He says thousands of people - come to Kansas every year from the Eastern States. I wish lots of - little boys from the East would come to Lawrence to live. I am very - anxious to hear about Mr. Stubbs's brother. - - SIDNEY C. P. - - * * * * * - -[Illustration] - -This little picture, represents a branch of oranges sent to the office -of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. It was cut by Mr. James Otis from an -orange-tree in Duval County, Florida, which this season has borne over -2000 oranges. We thank Mr. Otis for his kind remembrance. - - * * * * * - - MCKEESFORT, PENNSYLVANIA. - - I am six years old, and have a little brother John sixteen months - old. He came Sunday night, July 4, and he bothers me a heap--wants - all my playthings, and when he gets them, breaks them all up. At - night, when I want papa to read me the stories in YOUNG PEOPLE, he - screams and screams to see the pictures, and I have to wait for the - stories till he goes to bed. I am going to start to school this - week, and I will study hard and learn to read, so I can read the - stories myself. My grandpa lives on a farm, and I go to see him - nearly every day to get rides on the horses, and drive the cows, - and to see the men working at the water-works basin which the town - is building to get water from the Youghiogheny River. The only pet - I have is an Alderney heifer named Bessie, which my grandma gave - me. She is so quiet I can put my arms round her neck, and hold her - by the horns. - - TOMMY E. - - WEST NEW BRIGHTON, NEW YORK. - - I am eight years old. I have a white cat with one blue and one - green eye. We have a dog called Grip, a bull-terrier. He is very - gentle and playful. I lost my dog called Pickles. My father is - going to get me another. I go to school at New Brighton, and take - French lessons, spelling, reading, and geography. I have a little - brother nearly a month old, and two others. Perhaps I have said - enough. - - DAVY B. - -It is quite proper for little correspondents who have not yet learned to -write to do so by proxy; by which we mean to get their fathers or -mothers to write for them while they dictate the letters. Such letters -are always welcome. Master Davy B. signed his name very boldly to the -letter his father wrote for him, and probably Tommy E. will soon be able -to do the same. - - * * * * * - - I am a little boy seven years old last Valentine's Day. I have been - taking HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE from No. 1 to the present time. I have - had two volumes bound, and am saving up for the third volume. I - have two numbers (duplicates), 20 and 76. I will _give_ them to any - of the little readers that will send me his or her address. I have - eight cats and three kittens, also an English pug-dog. Pug does not - like the cats, but the kittens eat out of his dish with him. One - Sunday Pug went to Sunday-school, and sat on the bench beside my - sister Helen. I am so interested in the story, "The Talking - Leaves." - - LOUIS N. W., JUN., Beverly, N. J. - - * * * * * - -HARRY VAN N.--Your description of the industries of Minneapolis is very -interesting. A city where there is so much manufacturing, so much -enterprise, is a good place for an intelligent lad to live in. - - * * * * * - -Six little girls at Pulaski, Tennessee, were directed by their teacher -to write letters to Our Post-office Box, and bring them to her instead -of their usual weekly compositions. The letters signed by S. K. A., -Maggie J. A., F. W., A. B. A., M. R., and Julia R. have been sent to us, -and are very creditable to the little writers. Our thanks are due to -their kind teacher for her appreciation of our efforts in behalf of -young people. - - * * * * * - -ALICE MCL.--For a boy of twelve who is fond of reading we know of no -more enchanting book than _What Mr. Darwin Saw in his Voyage Round the -World in the Ship Beagle_. This is a beautifully illustrated volume, and -its price is $3. THE BOYS OF '76, at the same price, is a fascinating -book which tells young Americans about the stirring scenes of the -Revolutionary war. There are three volumes of _Travel in the Far East_, -by Colonel Knox, each of which boys pronounce splendid. They relate the -adventures of youthful travellers in a journey to Japan and China, to -Siam and Java, and to Ceylon and India, and the books, which may be -purchased separately or together, cost $3 a volume. These books are all -published by Harper & Brothers. _Hector_, by Flora L. Shaw, published by -Roberts Brothers, and _Boys at Chequassett_, by Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney, -published by Houghton, Mifflin, & Co., are very charming books, smaller -than those we have placed first on the list. - -A bright boy who already has a sled, skates, etc., might be pleased with -a well-furnished tool-chest or a printing-press. At twelve, boys no -longer care for toys which are merely playthings. - -In addition to the pretty things you already have, make little mice and -pigs of white Canton flannel for your Christmas tree. If you can procure -some cotton as it grows, crystallize it with alum, and dispose clusters -of it here and there. There are bright little balls of different colors -which may be purchased for a few cents, and used to festoon the tree, -and if put away carefully they may be used for successive years. Have -plenty of little wax tapers, and your tree will repay your trouble. - - * * * * * - -We desire to call the attention of exchangers to the notice which is -printed at the head of the Exchange list. Please make it a rule to -follow this in every instance. When a boy has five or six coins, two or -three hundred postmarks, or a few relics or curiosities, and calls -attention to them in these columns, many thousands of readers see the -notice, and he finds himself confronted with so many replies that his -embarrassment is very great. In the mere matter of postage he may find -himself burdened with considerable expense, perhaps more than his -pocket-money will pay, or than his parents will allow him to spend. This -inconvenience, and the further peril of being thought dishonorable, may -be avoided by having a correspondence by postal cards before sending any -precious things away. - -It is not possible for us to rectify mistakes, nor to compel delinquent -exchangers to make proper returns. We prefer to think that all who avail -themselves of this privilege are worthy of it. We desire and hope that -every girl and boy who is numbered among our young people shall be true, -courteous, prompt, and obliging. Without the exercise of these -qualities, neither exchanging nor any other business can be -satisfactorily carried on. - -Those who have saved their back numbers, as we think all ought to do, -will find a paragraph on this matter in the Post-office Box of Vol. II., -No. 80. To this we refer the attention of Willie B. G., who writes to us -complaining of an apparently dishonest correspondent. We can not settle -difficulties which arise among exchangers, but we think careful -attention to preliminary correspondence, and to the full payment of -postage, would prevent much confusion. - -Until after the Christmas number the pressure upon our columns will -prevent us from publishing all of the large accumulation of Exchanges we -have received, but we will print them as rapidly as we can when the -holidays are over. - - * * * * * - -C. Y. P. R. U. - -PAPER.--How many varieties of paper do you think they manufacture in -Japan? Over sixty kinds are made from the fibres of various grasses and -plants. "Paper," says Miss Bird, in her interesting record of travel in -Japan, "is used for walls, windows, cups, pocket-handkerchiefs, -lanterns, string, wrappers, cloaks, hats, and baggage covers, and is -used domestically and professionally for all purposes for which we use -lint, bandages, and cloths. It is so tenacious as to be nearly -untearable, and even the finest kind, an exquisite and nearly diaphanous -fabric, soft like the most delicate silk crepe, in which fine gold -lacquer is usually wrapped, can only be torn with difficulty." - -The same writer tells about the fine varnish or lacquer which we see on -the beautiful Japanese trays and bowls. It is a natural varnish, the -product of a tree, from which the sap is taken in the early spring. When -it comes from the tree it is of the color and thickness of cream, but it -darkens when exposed to the air. Lacquer is used for all kinds of -purposes, from the golden shrines in the temples to the rice bowl in -which the humblest cooly takes his meal. - - * * * * * - -WORK FOR LITTLE FINGERS. - -Is it not wonderful, when you think of it, that with four little fingers -and a thumb, two bright eyes, and the exercise of a subtle quality -called taste, so much may be done to make home attractive? The young -folks who have been asking the Postmistress what they should make for -Christmas gifts no doubt read Aunt Marjorie Precept's "Bits of Advice" -on the subject last week. But perhaps they will like to hear about some -of the pretty things the Postmistress saw when, one very stormy day, she -took a walk through some of the New York stores and bazars on their -account. She looked specially for easy and pretty things which could be -made by small but skillful fingers. A holder for the whisk-broom pleased -her fancy. A frame of willow was covered with maroon silk, over which -bands of black velvet were crossed, and embroidered with daisies. The -willow frame may be purchased, or an ingenious boy could easily make one -for his sister. A lining of old gold with bands of scarlet, or of pale -blue with garnet bands, would be very striking and harmonious, and such -a broom-holder is really artistic. - -A graceful present for a young lady is a hair-pin box, mounted--of all -things in the world!--on a wheelbarrow. Here comes in the boy's -bracket-saw, to construct the barrow, into which the box must be very -neatly fitted. The box must be stuffed with sawdust, and tufted closely -with worsted, either by knitting-needles or with the crochet-hook, as -you please. The wheelbarrow may be made of any common wood, and gilded, -or it may be of black walnut, or basswood, without any other ornament -than its carving. - -Very elegant wall-pockets are made of old hats. Indeed, the -possibilities of old or new straw hats are endless. You take a roughly -braided bathing-hat which you wore last summer at the beach, line it -with azure satin, twist it into any graceful shape you please, on the -upper surface of the flaring brim paint or embroider a group of flowers, -and to the lower attach a large bow of ribbon with broad loops, and you -have an ornament which sets off the wall splendidly. The deep crown -forms the pocket, and the brim makes the picturesque part, and you would -hardly suppose that with so little you could do so much toward the -brightening of a dull room. Father's summer straw hat (which you hid -away in the attic, so that he should be compelled to buy a new one) will -lend itself to your ideas of the beautiful very readily. Line it with -crimson flannel, fasten a cluster of wheat, a bunch of summer grasses, -or a few spears of oats to one side, and tack one bit of the brim down -with a bow, and there you are with the scrap-basket, which is just what -you need in the sitting-room or library. - -Nothing provokes the neat housekeeper's anger like the scratching of -matches on the walls, and it is very hard to teach some people never to -deface the house in this way. Any little eight-year-old girl or boy can -make a splendid match-scratcher by taking a round piece of wood, -covering it with velvet, silk, morocco, or Java canvas, on which a -little pattern has been worked, and then gluing on its reverse side a -piece of sand-paper. Finish it with a loop of ribbon, and present to -Uncle John or Cousin Ralph, and while they may appreciate its delicate -hint, they will not resent it as personal. - -A dozen sheets of blotting-paper, fastened together with a bow, and -bearing on the outside a dainty little pencil drawing, either a cute -little Kate Greenaway sort of picture, or a landscape, or a few wild -roses and ferns, with a motto, is an acceptable gift to either a lady or -a gentleman. Still prettier is this gift when a little panel picture, -wood or card-board covered with satin, and then painted, is laid on the -upper surface of the packet. - -People who board are often quite bothered to find a good method of -keeping account of the weekly wash. A laundry-cushion, which is simply a -pincushion with the words shirts, collars, cuffs, handkerchiefs, etc., -in a row down one side, with the numbers from one to a dozen -corresponding to the articles, is a very convenient device for them. -They need only stick a pin into the number of each article they have -sent away, and count the things when they are returned. The writing on -this cushion can be done with indelible ink. - -A shaving-case, made of two pieces of pasteboard cut into the shape of a -mug, covered with silk, and filled with tissue-paper, a little -pasteboard handle at one side, is easily made, and will be acceptable to -almost any gentleman. - -The pretty articles here described were seen at the Exchange for Women's -Work, No. 4 East Twentieth Street, New York city. - - * * * * * - -KATHARINE R. MCD.--Thanks for your kindness in copying for us the -metrical table of the Kings and Queens of England. It will be better, -however, for the boys and girls to go to the history of England; and -follow the line of the royal succession for themselves. We prize most -what costs us most labor. - - * * * * * - - BEACON BEACH, ONEIDA LAKE, NEW YORK. - - DEAR POSTMISTRESS,--I am in the woods now, but am soon going up - town to my home. I was ten years old a few weeks ago, and my papa - has given me HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE for a birthday present ever - since it began. The other day my mamma and I took a walk in the - woods, and found two kinds of fungus--one was the "earth star" (a - good description of which is in _Appleton's Cyclopędia_), the other - was tiny toadstools growing on oak leaves in the sand, with - slender, shining stems, black as ebony, and whitish tops, which - look as if designed for fairy parasols. Would you please tell me - the name? - - I have a puzzle for the C. Y. P. R. U.'s that I found in a - newspaper: "I went out in the woods and got it; after I got it, I - looked for it; the more I looked for it the less I liked it; I - brought it home in my hand because I couldn't find it." - - IRMA C. F. - -Who can guess the answer to Irma's puzzle? I will give you three weeks -to think it over, and will tell you the answer in No. 114. I am sorry -that it is not possible from the description to identify the particular -kind of fungus which Irma has found. There are more than two hundred -fungi which infest the living oak, and myriads more which grow on dead -leaves. Even were the fairy parasol sent, it would probably be withered -by the time it reached this Post-office Box. - -I am very much obliged to dear Irma for writing plainly on purpose to -save my eyes. The eyes of a busy Postmistress like myself have to work -pretty steadily, and they always feel thankful to such thoughtful little -girls. But you ought to see how indignantly they snap when some of the -pencilled letters arrive, almost faded out before the Postmistress gets -hold of them. - - * * * * * - -The members of the C. Y. P. R. U. will find in this number, under the -title of "The Fairy Fungi," by Mrs. S. B. Herrick, a most interesting -account of the good and mischief worked by these strange little inmates -of the vegetable world. The article on "Children of the Pantomime," by -Mrs. Helen S. Conant, gives a striking and pathetic picture of the lives -led by the children who are employed by London managers in getting up -these entertainments. "A Novel Present" will help some of the girl -readers who are undecided what to make for some little friend for -Christmas. - - * * * * * - -PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. - -No. 1. - -DOUBLE SQUARE. - -Across.--1. Play. 2. A knot. 3. A place of public contest. 4. Reposes. -5. A ringlet. - -Down.--1. The handle of a plough. 2. More perfect. 3. Fleshy. 4. -Schisms. 5. A volcanic earth. - - MILTIADES. - - * * * * * - -No. 2. - -EASY ENIGMA. - - In eel, not in fish. - In urn, not in dish. - In gun, not in shot. - In rope, not in knot. - In cent, not in dollar. - In necklace, not in collar. - Look not in this for wealth or fame, - But seek and find the writer's name. - - E. - - * * * * * - -No. 3. - -TWO EASY DIAMONDS. - -1.--1. A letter. 2. To jump. 3. A salutation. 4. A mark made by -pressure. 5. An insect. 6. A letter. Centrals read down and -across--Something which never comes after noon. - - BLANCHE S. - -2.--1. A letter. 2. Evil. 3. A part of the body. 4. Something that is -never old. 5. A letter. - - EDWIN and MARIE S. - - * * * * * - -No. 4. - -NUMERICAL ENIGMA. - - I am slow and easy-going, and never was known to hurry; - You couldn't, if you should try your best, put me into a flurry. - My 4, 5, 8, 7 is part of the human frame. - My 7, 2, 3, 1 is what scholars a species name. - And by 8 little letters I'll be handed down to fame. - - WILL A. METTE. - - * * * * * - -ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 108. - -No. 1. - -Magna-Charta. - -No. 2. - - C - B O W S - B O W I E A T E - C O W P E N S S T A R S - W I E R D E R A - E N D S - S - -No. 3. - -Ton, Eaton, Canton, pistol. - -Constantinople. - - * * * * * - -Correct answers to puzzles have been received from May Ridgway, May -Terry, Maggie J. Laurie, "Brooklyn Reader," Grace C. Hayes, Helen S. -Woodworth, Blanche Spinning, Jesse S. Godine, Frankie Wadsworth, Gracie -S., Grant K., Mabel Strickland. - - * * * * * - -The answer to "What am I?" published in No. 109, is Bark; and to the -Enigma, Napkin. - - * * * * * - -[_For Exchanges, see third page of cover._] - - - - -[Illustration: PREPARING FOR CHRISTMAS.] - - - - -ENIGMA. - - - I'm headless, mouthless, yet my back is handsome, too, and strong; - I sometimes have a tail to boast, although it is not long; - I'm wonderfully formed and well, - As England's proudest ladies tell, - That bear me up aloft; - I'm useful, and for show. - Some birds and insects know me well. - Now try if you my name can tell. - - - - -TWO BOYS. - -BY MARGARET E. 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McGuire - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#LADY_RAGS">LADY RAGS.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_FAIRY_FUNGI">THE FAIRY FUNGI.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#DOTS_CHIMNEY">DOT'S CHIMNEY.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_NOVEL_PRESENT">A NOVEL PRESENT.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_NEW_WALK">OUR NEW WALK.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHILDREN_OF_THE_PANTOMIME">CHILDREN OF THE PANTOMIME.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_TALKING_LEAVES">THE TALKING LEAVES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#DOBBINS_PERVERSITY">DOBBIN'S PERVERSITY.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#ENIGMA">ENIGMA.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TWO_BOYS">TWO BOYS.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SCIENTIFIC_PUZZLES">SCIENTIFIC PUZZLES.</a></td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> -<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="800" height="310" alt="HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE" /> -</div> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. III.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 111.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">price four cents</span>.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, December 13, 1881.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1881, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 691px;"><a name="LADY_RAGS" id="LADY_RAGS"></a> -<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="691" height="700" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">BEST GIRL IN AMERICA.</span> -</div> - -<h2>LADY RAGS.</h2> - -<h3>HOW THE WAR OF THE WOODS AND THE TINS—INCLUDING THE SHORTS—CAME TO AN END.</h3> - -<h3>BY MARGARET EYTINGE.</h3> - -<p>The fight, begun a little after three o'clock in the afternoon that 24th -of December, was still raging furiously when the hands of the big clock -on the market tower pointed to half past four, and the pale sun was -preparing to bid the world good-by until Christmas morning.</p> - -<p>Snow-balls, some of them as hard as stones, were flying in every -direction.</p> - -<p>The Tins, yelling like wild Indians, were rushing up on and scrambling -over the snow-covered piles of wood,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> brick, and mortar that lay in -front of the half-dug-out cellar of the new building that was to be in -Short Street.</p> - -<p>The Woods, yelling like some more wild Indians, were sallying out from -the cellar—named "Fort Hurrah" for the occasion—and driving the enemy -back, every now and then capturing two or three of them, and dragging -them triumphantly into the fort.</p> - -<p>There had been war between the Wood Street boys and the Tin Street boys -for more than a year. It originated in Tim Ashburner's taking Jack -Lubs's parrot—which Jack had lent to him for a week only—into the -country with him, and keeping it there all vacation.</p> - -<p>Jack Lubs's father, who was a sea-captain, had brought this parrot from -some far-distant land, together with a monkey, which Mrs. Lubs said, the -moment she saw it, she would <i>not</i> have in the house. "Parrots were bad -enough, but monkeys—no indeed!"</p> - -<p>So Jack was obliged to sell Boomerang, and he sold it so many times—the -little creature being always returned on account of its mischievousness -and destructiveness—that he became the richest boy in marbles, balls, -knives, and nickels for blocks around. And when no other acquaintance -could be found anxious to secure Boom for a household companion, Jack -gave him to a showman, who had pitched his tent in an adjoining square, -for an order admitting "bearer and friends" to the show. But when -"bearer" presented that order shortly after, accompanied by "friends" to -the number of two-and-twenty, the showman opened his eyes very wide -indeed, and exclaimed, "Great elephants! I'll never be caught that way -again."</p> - -<p>But it wasn't only the stealing—I mean the taking—of the parrot that -caused the trouble, for Ashburner brought it back in good condition, it -was the adding of insult to injury by teaching it to say, in a hoarse -voice, "Hi! Squint-eye, ho! Squint-eye, shiver your timbers, <i>please</i>."</p> - -<p>This remark the lawful owner justly considered somewhat personal, he -being the son of a sailor, and having an eye that did not look as -straight ahead as its companion eye did. And after he had been sainted -with "Hi! Squint-eye, ho! Squint-eye, shiver your timbers, <i>please</i>" at -short intervals for an entire Saturday morning, he became very angry, -and the result of his anger was that he and four of his chummiest chums -decided to go round to Tin Street and demand satisfaction.</p> - -<p>They went, and were met by Ashburner, who was on his way home from the -baker's with a pumpkin pie. As soon as he learned their errand, however, -he, in the most obliging manner, placed the pie on the nearest stoop, -and quickly mustering four of <i>his</i> chummiest chums, gave them -"satisfaction"; that is, if a black eye for Jack, and sundry swollen -lips and noses for his comrades, can be called by that name. As for the -Ashburner party, with the exception of the pumpkin pie being squashed, -that received no injuries whatever.</p> - -<p>This doesn't seem exactly right, for Lubs certainly had cause for -complaint in the first place. But Justice, they say, is blind, and I -suppose that is the reason why she makes mistakes once in a while.</p> - -<p>Jack went home breathing vengeance, and his chums, feeling called upon -by the sacred voice of Friendship to breathe vengeance too, from that -day forth there was war between the Woods, under Captain Lubs, and the -Tins, under Captain Ashburner, first one side and then the other being -victorious.</p> - -<p>The two companies took their names from the streets in which they lived. -These streets were on the outskirts of the city and only a block long, -and ran in such a way that they, with a very short block named Short -Street as a base, formed an isosceles triangle. At the point of this -triangle was a drug-store having two front doors, one on each street.</p> - -<p>The Shorts were part of them "Woods" and part of them "Tins," and their -street faced the open square on the nearest side of which the new -building already mentioned had been begun.</p> - -<p>"Such a splendid place for a fight we'll never get again," said -Lieutenant Rube Howell, to his captain. "The workmen have gone home, and -nobody passes that way 'count of the heaps of stuff. I say, Lubs, let's -have a last grand battle to end the old year with."</p> - -<p>"You're right, Rube," said Lubs, and forthwith sent a challenge to the -Tins' commander, and soon a lively skirmish for the possession of the -fort—the half-dug-out cellar with a rough board fence around it—was -going on.</p> - -<p>The Woods won it, and then the fight began in earnest.</p> - -<p>Captain Lubs, waving his sword—a long lath—above his head, and his -lieutenant, backed by their men, mounted the fence, and derisively -requested the besiegers to "come on!" The besiegers, led by Captain -Ashburner, waving his sword—a broad strip of tin—above his head, and -his lieutenant, Jimmy Mullally, did come on.</p> - -<p>Over the snowy hills they rushed, slipping, falling, and scrambling to -their feet again; swarming up the fence, to be knocked off by -well-directed blows; crawling under the fence in hopes of catching an -enemy by the legs, and being caught by the heads themselves, or making -narrow escapes, leaving behind them locks of hair, and taking away -scratches and bruises.</p> - -<p>Lieutenant Mullally twisted his ankle, and sank down groaning behind an -embankment. Little Willie Bond's cheek was badly cut with a pebbled -snow-ball. A dozen other boys were more or less hurt.</p> - -<p>The fight grew fast and furious. Neither side stopped to look after its -wounded, when small Bond, who had climbed a ladder leaning against a -pile of brick, and who was sitting on the topmost round nursing his -wounded face, called out, in his shrillest voice,</p> - -<p>"Halloo! a flag of truce! H-a-l-l-o-o! a flag of truce is comin'."</p> - -<p>"Don't belong to us," shouted the Woods.</p> - -<p>"Don't belong to us," shouted the Tins.</p> - -<p>"It's only a girl," said Mullally, getting up on one leg; whereupon his -captain, spying him, asked in an indignant tone,</p> - -<p>"What are you shirkin' for, Lally? They've got ten of our men. Tins to -the rescue! Tins to the rescue!" And in his excitement he let his -flashing sword fall so suddenly on the head of the warrior next to him -that that warrior immediately bit the dust—snow, I should say. At the -same moment a scout flying in with the cry, "It's Lady Rags," fell over -him at the captain's feet.</p> - -<p>"It's Lady Rags," ran through the ranks.</p> - -<p>"It's Lady Rags," Lubs informed his soldiers from the ramparts, and -deserting the fort, they all joined him on the sidewalk, their prisoners -promptly seizing the chance to escape.</p> - -<p>A young girl bearing a white flag made of a piece of muslin neatly -tacked to an old broom-handle came slowly toward them. She wore a skirt -of blue and red flannel, a black jacket, half silk and half cloth, and a -cap of three or four kinds of fur, bordered with soft swan's-down. Her -cheeks were glowing with the cold, her great brown eyes beamed with -frankness and innocence, and her hair, in two long golden braids, caught -the last ray of the setting sun.</p> - -<p>"Boys," she said, in a clear, ringing voice, as she reached them, "I -want to speak to you."</p> - -<p>"Great time to want to speak to fellers," growled Sandy Grip, "when -they're finishin' up the old year, and only got a few minutes to do it -in."</p> - -<p>"You keep still, Grip," said Ashburner. "Guess you forget who prayed for -you when you had the diphtheria."</p> - -<p>"And the Woods have got to be quiet, or get another captain," said Jack -Lubs, remembering the dear little sister who with her dying breath -begged him to always be good to "darling Lady."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> - -<p>"I couldn't wait till to-night to say what I have to say," said Lady, -"for my mothers need me at home, and so, as I knew I'd find you all here -fighting, I thought I'd bring a flag of truce, and you'd stop long -enough—oh, how I wish you'd stop forever!—to hear what I have to ask -of you."</p> - -<p>"Go ahead, Lady," said the boys, with one accord.</p> - -<p>And planting the flag-staff in the snow heap behind her, Lady Rags -folded her little red hands, and began.</p> - -<p>But before I tell you what she said I must tell you something about -herself.</p> - -<p>Just thirteen years before the day of the Tins' and Woods' battle, three -poor tired old women, who had been wandering about the city in search of -rags and what other things they could gather, met at the corner of the -street in which they lived.</p> - -<p>As they plodded on together—it was fast growing dark—they stumbled -over something lying upon the sidewalk. Stooping to look at this -something, they found a woman with a baby in her arms.</p> - -<p>"I am dying," she whispered, "of cold and starvation."</p> - -<p>The three poor old women carried her to their own miserable home, where -she died in a short time.</p> - -<p>"And what shall we do with the baby?" they asked each other. Then in one -voice they answered themselves,</p> - -<p>"It is a Christmas gift to us. We'll keep it, with God's help." They -named the baby Adelaide, but that being too long a name for a tiny baby, -it was soon shortened to Lady, and so the child came to be known as -"Lady Rags."</p> - -<p>After the coming of Lady Rags the shabby home grew brighter than any one -seeing it before could have believed possible. The windows, once -scarcely to be seen through for dust and cobwebs, were now washed often, -so that the sunshine could come in and dance on the white wall for Lady. -The floor was scrubbed almost every day, and a piece of red and green -carpet was spread in one corner for her to play on. Here she played from -morning until night with all the bright-colored rags and queer odds and -ends the old women found or had given them, as happy as many a child in -a splendid home with the costliest of toys. The three old crones gave up -quarrelling as they used to, for that would have frightened Lady, and -they learned to pray again—though they had forgotten how for long -years—to pray for Lady.</p> - -<p>"My mothers" she called them when she began to talk, and ever after, and -they were so proud of the title that they tried their best to be worthy -of it. Their scant gray locks began to be always carefully combed and -half hidden beneath the whitest of caps; their well-worn garments were -neatly patched with patches of many colors, and bits of black, brown, -and other sober-hued ribbons were pinned at the wrinkled throats, and -all to do honor to Lady.</p> - -<p>As the child grew she became so beautiful that, had she been a princess -instead of Lady Rags, her beauty would have been a wonder. And she was -as good and clever as she was beautiful, and because of her many -kindnesses to them, the boys of the triangle were her sworn subjects. -Many the cut fingers she had dressed, many the bruises she had bathed, -many the words of comfort and encouragement she had spoken, and many the -prayers she had offered for the sick and suffering.</p> - -<p>"Her prayers go straight to Heaven," said Jack Lubs. "Some people's -don't."</p> - -<p>But in one thing very near to her heart she had failed thus far. She -could not bring peace to the neighborhood. Much as the Woods and the -Tins and the Shorts loved her, the war still went on. And as we have -seen, when she appeared among them on this day before Christmas, in her -quaint costume, looking as though she had stepped from some lovely old -picture, they were in the midst of one of their hardest fights.</p> - -<p>"Boys," said Lady Rags, "I have come to ask you all to be a surprise -party early to-morrow morning. You remember, the most of you, the poor -man who fell from the scaffolding while he was painting our house—"</p> - -<p>"And bad enough it wanted painting," said Abe Wilson; "hadn't been -painted before, I guess, in a hundred years."</p> - -<p>"—And was so badly hurt," Lady Rags went on, "that they took him to the -hospital. Well, he has been there ever since, and that's nearly two -months; but he's coming home to-morrow. And, oh! boys, do you know where -that home is?"</p> - -<p>"In Mulkins's basement, 'way down in the ground, and dark as Egypt," -said Sandy Grip.</p> - -<p>"And yet five children without any mother live there," said Lady.</p> - -<p>"Give 'em one of yours," suggested Sandy; "three's two too many for one -girl."</p> - -<p>"Couldn't spare one, for all that," said Lady, smiling. "And as my -mothers and I have just found out, these children have had dreadful -times since their father went away. They have sold every bit of their -furniture, and they have been nearly starved and nearly frozen. And -Christmas is almost here—Christmas, when everybody ought to be merry; -and I can't bear to think of that poor father coming home to that -wretched place. And he must not, boys; you must not let him, -<i>brothers</i>."</p> - -<p>"How can we help it?" asked both the captains, both the lieutenants, and -half the privates.</p> - -<p>"By each doing something toward making that basement look a little like -merry Christmas. My mothers and I and the other girls have done all we -can. We have bought an old stove from Mr. Rust, and a new table from -Mr. Ashburner, and Mrs. Lubs has given us a bed, and Mrs. Bond some -blankets, and my Sunday-school teacher some clothes, and to-morrow -morning we hope a certain surprise party will do the rest."</p> - -<p>"But, Lady Rags," said Jack Lubs, "my fellers haven't much cash, I know, -and what little they have left, after getting Christmas presents for -their own folks, they want to spend on you."</p> - -<p>"Here too, Johnny," said Ashburner.</p> - -<p>Jack glared at him. "Johnny!" he repeated.</p> - -<p>"Well, Squint-eye, if you like it better. Shiver your timbers, -<i>please</i>."</p> - -<p>Lubs raised his fist, but Lady sprang forward and seized his arm.</p> - -<p>"Oh, boys! boys!" she cried, "you promised to listen." And as they -turned away from each other with shamed faces, she began again, "It's -very, very kind of you to think of buying me a Christmas present, for I -have no right to expect anything—"</p> - -<p>"Guess you have, then," interrupted Jimmy Mullally.</p> - -<p>"Got us out of lots of scrapes since last Christmas," said Abe Wilson.</p> - -<p>"Mended my trousers when I tore 'em goin' down Hysen's coal-hole after -my cat, and granny never found it out," said Willie Bond.</p> - -<p>"Best girl in America, 'land of the free and home of the brave!'" said -Jack Lubs.</p> - -<p>"You bet!" chorused all the other boys.</p> - -<p>"It's real good of you to think so," said Lady, "for I'm no better than -most girls, I am sure."</p> - -<p>"There's where you make a mistake," said Rube Howell.</p> - -<p>"Well, have your own way about that," said Lady, with a bright smile; -"but do let me have my way about the Christmas present. And, oh! boys, -the best present you could give me would be to spend all you can spare -yourselves, and beg all you can from others, for these poor Janvrins. -They haven't anything to eat, and if they had, they have no dishes nor -plates to eat from, no knives nor forks to eat with. And there's twin -babies only a year old, and they are all so pale and thin! Oh, boys, -what a blessed, blessed thing it would be to stop<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> this wicked fight, -that has been going on so long, this very Christmas-eve, and begin -Christmas-day by doing an act of kindness together! Christmas-day should -be a day of love and kindness, for on that day the Saviour was born. -What a darling baby He must have been, lying on His mother's lap, with -the cows and horses (He was born in a stable, you know) looking at Him -with wondering eyes! And He was the best boy that ever lived. And when -He became a man He went about everywhere teaching Love, Mercy, and -Charity. How He must grieve when He looks down from heaven and sees you -fight so terribly! What pain His gentle heart must have felt when Ned -Prime, a few weeks ago, was taken home to his mother—and she a -widow—nearly blind from a blow got in one of your battles! You say you -care for me; you say I have been a help to you. Perhaps you would never -have known me if it had not been Christmas-time when my mothers found -me. They thought, as they took me in their arms—I know they did—of -that other Baby, sent to bless the world. And, oh, boys, I beg of you to -be friends. Jack Lubs and Tim Ashburner," she continued, clasping her -hands in entreaty, while the tears trembled on her long lashes, "you -began this war, and for such a silly cause—oh, do, <i>do</i>, <span class="smcap">do</span> end it!"</p> - -<p>Lubs stepped toward Ashburner; Ashburner advanced to meet him. They -shook hands, and a cheer went up from the lookers-on, with the exception -of Sandy Grip, who growled, "That's the end of our fun—a lot of fellers -givin' in to a preachin' gal!" and was instantly rolled in the snow by -the boys nearest him.</p> - -<p>"We'll meet in Ashburner's father's shop to-night," said Captain Lubs, -"and draw up a—a agreement."</p> - -<p>"A treaty," corrected Abe Wilson.</p> - -<p>"Yes, that's what I mean—a treaty of peace."</p> - -<p>"To last forever?" asked Lady Bags, her face glowing with delight.</p> - -<p>"Well, I s'pose so, between the Tins and Woods as Tins and Woods," said -Jack. "But if any one feller sasses another feller more than he can -stand, why, don't you see, Lady, we <i>can't</i> promise peace forever -between the fellers as fellers, but we'll do the best we can. And we'll -be at Mulkins's basement to-morrow morning about nine o'clock."</p> - -<p>And carrying the flag of truce between them, the two captains followed -Lady Rags—it was now dark, and the shop-keepers were beginning to light -their windows—their comrades following them, until they reached the -drug-store which united Wood and Tin streets, and which had two front -doors, one on either side.</p> - -<p>Through one of these doors, and out of the other, Lady, in a spirit of -fun, led them all, much to the surprise of the druggist, who was -pounding something in a mortar. Indeed, so surprised was he that he -didn't recover presence of mind enough to ask, "What does this mean?" -until the last boy passed out on Tin Street; and so, of course, he got -no answer to his question.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>"Merry Christmas!" rang the bells—"merry, merry Christmas!" "Merry -Christmas!" shouted the little children, as out tumbled the toys and -goodies Santa Claus had put in their stockings; "Merry Christmas!" -echoed the big ones, as they found tokens of remembrance from fathers, -mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, aunts, cousins, sisters, -brothers, and friends; "Merry Christmas!" cried the butcher, the baker, -the grocer, and the milkman; "Merry Christmas!" called the people on the -streets to each other; and "Merry Christmas!" mingled with the jingling -of the sleigh-bells as the sleighs sped quickly by.</p> - -<p>In Mulkins's basement the old stove was glowing in the most cheerful -manner. A long wooden table stood in the middle of the floor, and a few -Christmas wreaths were tacked on the newly whitewashed walls. The -Janvrin children were gathered around the fire—poor things, they hadn't -been as comfortable in a long while—and Lady Rags, her cheeks as red as -roses, and a heavenly light in her beautiful brown eyes, stood at one of -the windows, looking up into the street.</p> - -<p>"Oh, what serious faces you all have!" she turned to say to the group by -the fire. "Think of your dear father coming home, and smile right away."</p> - -<p>And the children, smiling as she spoke, started to their feet as they -heard the beating of a drum directly in front of the house, and rushed -to the windows.</p> - -<p>"You must not look out," said Lady Rags, gently driving them into the -corner behind the stove, and placing herself beside them.</p> - -<p>A procession of boys, each with a sprig of cedar in his hat, led by -Hodge Wood with his drum and Willie Bond bearing an American flag, filed -down the area way and into the basement.</p> - -<p>First came Captains Lubs and Ashburner, each having hold of one end of a -large dripping-pan, in which reposed a fine roasted turkey. Behind them, -Aris Black carried a new tin saucepan filled with gravy, and his brother -Ted another filled with cranberry sauce. Then followed Sandy Grip and -Rube Howell with bunches of celery worn as shields. Next<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> in order were -Jimmy Mullally and Abe Wilson, tugging a great basket overflowing with -potatoes, onions, and turnips. Next, two boys with a shining dish-pan -heaped high with dishes, plates, and cups and saucers. Next, four boys -nursing four huge loaves of bread as though they were babies. Next, six -tall boys with chairs on their heads, and two short ones with high -chairs for the twins on <i>their</i> heads. Next, eight small boys with -knives, forks, and spoons, worn as weapons at their sides. Next, two -boys with school satchels almost bursting with toys. And last, Ned Prime -with a tin basin for a helmet and a broom for a gun, and Jake Smith with -a brightly painted wooden pail in one hand and a coal-hod in the other, -one full of apples and oranges and the other with coal.</p> - -<p>"Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub," went the drum, "Hurrah!" shouted the -boys as they marched in. The turkey, the celery, the loaves of bread, -the pail of fruit, and the knives, forks, and spoons, were placed on the -table, and the coal-hod, broom, dish-pan, and satchels of toys under it. -The chairs were set down, and the boys ranged themselves around the -room, and at a signal from Jack Lubs they all shouted at the top of -their voices, "Merry Christmas!" And then what do you think Lady Bags -did—she who had told the Janvrin children they must smile? Burst out -crying as though her heart would break!</p> - -<p>"Good gracious! what <i>is</i> the matter now?" asked Tim.</p> - -<p>"Girls is never satisfied," growled Sandy Grip.</p> - -<p>"You hush!" said Abe Wilson, with more emphasis than politeness.</p> - -<p>"The matter?" repeated Lady. "You dear, good, splendid boys, I cried for -joy! You can't think how happy I am. But I'm going to laugh all the rest -of the day."</p> - -<p>"That's right," said Ashburner; "and now, if your Majesty will listen, -we have something to read to you."</p> - -<p>And in the twinkling of an eye the huge basket was on the floor, and -Lady, blushing like a sweet wild rose, seated as on a throne in its -place.</p> - -<p>"Attention, company!" called Jack Lubs, and mounting a chair, he -unfolded a paper, and read as follows:</p> - -<p>"'We, the Woods and Tins'—which means the Shorts too—'do promise from -this Christmas-day, 25th of December, 1878, to fight no more battles, -but bury the tomahawk, and smoke the calumet of peace together -<i>forever</i>. And three cheers for Lady Rags!'"</p> - -<p>Just at this moment Mr. Janvrin, the crippled painter, limped in. Then, -finding everything so jolly where he had expected nothing but gloom, he -joined in with all his might. And Lady's three mothers and some girl -friends, who had been looking on from the entry, joined in too.</p> - -<p>Once more the drum beat, the flag was unfurled, and away went the boys, -as happy a throng of boys as ever got together on Christmas-day.</p> - -<p>This is how the war of the Woods and the Tins—including the -Shorts—came to an end.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 383px;"> -<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="383" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">CHRISTMAS MORNING.</span> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_FAIRY_FUNGI" id="THE_FAIRY_FUNGI">THE FAIRY FUNGI.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY SOPHIE B. HERRICK.</h3> - -<p>The hill-sides of the southern part of France are covered with -vineyards, where the luscious grapes round out under the late summer -sunshine into globes of delicious sweetness. When the grapes are ripe, -the peasants—men, women, and children—may be seen gayly trooping to -the vineyards to pick them for wine. In the famous Steinburger vineyard -the pickers are all girls about eighteen years old. Each girl has a row -to pick, and they begin together, and move forward as steadily and -evenly as a regiment of soldiers. With their gay petticoats looped up so -that they may not brush off the ripe grapes, and their bright stockings -and mittens, they make a very pretty picture moving along between the -rows, snipping the ripe grapes, and letting them drop into their -baskets. When the baskets are full they are emptied into a tub, which -the men lift by leathern straps and carry to the road-side press. The -juice which comes spurting out of the press is placed in vats or -barrels, and there left to ferment, which changes the juice, or <i>must</i>, -into wine. When the cook wants her bread to ferment, or rise, she plants -it with yeast; but the wine has nothing planted in it, and yet it -ferments.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 361px;"> -<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="361" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 1.—GRAPE FUNGUS.</span> -</div> - -<p>Pasteur, the great French chemist, made up his mind to find why this -was. He was convinced from all his studies in fermentation that the -reason would be found in some little plant which was growing in the -juice and helping itself to whatever it needed to eat or to breathe. He -set to work to find out where the plants came from which turned the -grape juice into wine. All his experiments are so fully and clearly -explained that any one who is willing to take the pains can try them for -himself.</p> - -<p>He found that there was no fungus growing inside the little closed bag -(which we call skin) in which the pulp, seed, and juice of the grape is -sealed up. There is no opening anywhere in a sound grape through which -spores (which are the fungus seed) could enter. But he found on the skin -of the grape, and thickly over the stem, little plants, something like -yeast and something like mould; these make up, in part, what is called -the bloom of the grape. He put some water, with these plants mixed -through it, into one tightly sealed bottle, and into another he put the -pure juice of the grapes which had none of the little plants through it, -and then waited to see what would happen. In a few days the water was -all yeasty, and the grape juice was unchanged. (Fig. 1.) He tried this -same thing over, and over, and over again, and in various ways, to be -sure that he was right. He thus found that the little magician that -turns the juice into wine is always waiting at the door of the sealed -chamber, ready to work its miracle as soon as it can reach the juice.</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 323px;"> -<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="323" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 2.—POTATO FUNGUS.</span> -</div> - -<p>It is very different with beer. Pasteur gave a great deal of time and -attention to finding out why so many millions of gallons of beer were -every year spoiled in the making. The brewers could not tell why. They -prepared their wort in just the same way, and planted just the same -amount of yeast into the good beer as they did in what turned out to be -bad. He brought that wonderful<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> microscope of his to bear upon the -subject. He found that whenever the wort was planted with yeast which -had certain curious little glassy rods mixed through it, the beer turned -sour. The brewer, when he put such yeast as this into his wort, was -planting, along with the seeds of the yeast plant, seeds of a -troublesome weed. The sour beer was really only a very queer kind of a -liquid garden, growing more weeds than useful plants.</p> - -<p>Vinegar is another thing made by these little fairy fungi. The cider out -of which it is made is set away in a cask to ferment. The spores that -work the change in this case are floating in the air, and manage somehow -to get into the open cask. Did you never notice the flakes of -muddy-looking substance at the bottom of a vinegar cruet? That is the -<i>mother</i>, the little plant that has made the cider into vinegar.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="400" height="392" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 3—LEAF MILDEW.</span> -</div> - -<p>These are some of the useful things that are done by the fungi, and they -are certainly very valuable services. We owe to them our bread, and -wine, and beer, and vinegar. But they are not always benevolent fairies -by any means. Sometimes we are inclined to think that they are at the -bottom of pretty much all the mischief in the world. If they were not -sailing about in every breath of wind, getting into all sorts of places -where they are not wanted, we probably would never have any chills and -fever or diphtheria, and the yellow fever would not sweep off its -thousands and tens of thousands. If these little floating spores did not -get into every crack and cranny, wounds would not fester, damp linen -would not mildew, preserves and pickles would not mould, milk would not -sour, nothing would spoil or ferment or decay. There is an old proverb -that "the mother of mischief is no bigger than a midge's wing." I -sometimes wonder if the old-time people that made the proverbs did not -know something of these tiny mischiefs that only seem to be waiting the -chance to work their naughty will.</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="300" height="282" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 4.—RYE SMUT.</span> -</div> - -<p>There is one case where this change takes place which you have probably -often seen. When I was a child I used to be very fond of getting from -the woods close to the house, or from the wood-pile, bits of shining -wood and bark, which we called "fox fire." The wood was always old and -decaying, and we thought it was shining because it was dying. But really -the perishing wood was covered all over with tiny mushrooms, which shone -with a light something like the glimmer of a fire-fly. In some countries -this brightness is very wonderful. In Australia people have been able to -read by the light of a shining stump overgrown with luminous fungi.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="400" height="398" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 5.—MILDEW ON VIRGINIA CREEPER.</span> -</div> - -<p>Some of the fungi have not even the manners to wait until their victims -are dead. They take possession of living plants and animals, and never -rest until they have destroyed them. The disease among potatoes called -the potato blight (Fig. 2), of which we hear so much, is caused by the -growth of a little fungous plant in the mouths, or breathing holes, on -the skin of the potato, and the blight and mildew (Fig. 3) and smut of -wheat and corn and rye (Fig. 4) are all due to the same cause. The -mouldy look upon vine leaves is nothing else. I put a leaf of Virginia -creeper which looked whitish and ugly under the microscope one day, and -found the whole surface covered with a net-work of silvery threads, with -a wonderful, fruit growing upon it. The fruits looked like peeled -oranges surrounded with threads of spun sugar, or occasionally like a -gigantic blackberry sparkling with crystals. This was only a common -mildew, but under the magnifier it seemed a wonderful garden, growing -conserves and fairy fruits, and was beautiful, beyond description. (Fig. -5.)</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="400" height="282" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 6.—SILK-WORM FUNGUS.</span> -</div> - -<p>The silk-worm is attacked by a fungous plant (Fig. 6). It takes -possession of the worm just before it begins to spin its cocoon, and -some years ago it destroyed such multitudes that the French silk trade -was seriously threatened. The microscope was again brought into use, and -the cause of the trouble discovered, and the cure effected.</p> - -<p>The untiring Pasteur studied up this and other diseases of the silk-worm -as he did those of wine and beer, and helped the silk-worm growers to -stamp out the disease when it appeared. It perhaps seems a small thing -for a man of genius like Pasteur to give his whole life to studying -these little plants through the microscope, but never was a life more -helpfully and patriotically spent. Hundreds of thousands of the French -peasants depended for daily food and shelter upon what they earned in -the wine and beer and silk trades, and these trades Pasteur's work has -saved from destruction or great loss. It has been said that his work -with the microscope has saved to France more than the awful French -Revolution cost her.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="DOTS_CHIMNEY" id="DOTS_CHIMNEY">DOT'S CHIMNEY.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY MRS. A. E. THOMAS.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Briskly fell the snow's white plumage,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Tossing o'er the barren moor,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">While Kris Kringle's jolly features</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">So belied the weight he bore.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Fast the pearly flakes were falling,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Glad his hoary head to crown.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Making darkness light about him,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">As though angels dropped them down.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Sings his heart its sweetest carol.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Twinkles his gray eyes so bright,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">As he pictures the sweet children</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">In their happy homes to-night.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">What cares he that snow is drifting,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">And the cold is so intense,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">When he sees dear Dottie's chimney</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Peeping over yonder fence?</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Down the chimney now he's creeping,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Dark and sooty, dim and drear,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Yet his heart is light, though heavy</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">On his back lies Christmas cheer.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Quite a journey I've accomplished,"</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">As he shook himself quite free</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">From the soot. "Now where's Dot's stocking?</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Here 'tis. But what do I see?</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Whose is this, and this, and that one?</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">One last year, but now three more.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I am old, just turned of eighty,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">But can count—one, two, three, four.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Well, I'll fill them," said Kris Kringle;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"Maybe Dottie wants a pile</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Of nice goodies. Here they go in.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Now, my boy, you're fixed in style."</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">He guessed rightly; Dot was greedy,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">For he did love candies so.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">This was why he hung so shyly</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Four bright stockings in a row.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Morning came; Dot was in raptures.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">What a pile of luscious things</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Hung within that old black chimney!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">But hark! now the door-bell rings.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">In came Neighbor Gray a-sighing.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Times, he said, were very dull;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And his little Sam grew weaker.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Oh! his heart was very full.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Wife, he said, had watched beside him</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Through the cold and bitter night,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And he came to ask for something—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Only "just a little mite."</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Up jumped Dottie with a stocking,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Bursting with its festive bliss.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Here," he said, to that poor neighbor,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"Give dear little Sammy this."</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Just then came the widow's children—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Pretty, but so very poor—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Mag and Mamie, nearly frozen.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Travelling o'er the barren moor.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Come in quick," said little Dottie.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"What's the matter? pray explain."</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"We are going for the doctor,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">'Cause the baby's got a pain."</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Mag and May each had a stocking</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">When they left the farmer's door.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Oh! 'twas well that little Dottie</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">In his chimney hung up four.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2><a name="A_NOVEL_PRESENT" id="A_NOVEL_PRESENT">A NOVEL PRESENT.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY BERTHA WATSON.</h3> - -<p>Before you girls put on your thimbles, thread your needles, and puzzle -your brains about something to make for Christmas, let me tell you of a -beautiful present I once received, and how it was made.</p> - -<p>It was an old woman who lived in a shoe, with so many children she -didn't know what to do.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="269" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p>The only part at all difficult to make is the shoe or boot itself. My -boot was ten inches high, and eight from the toe to the heel, and it was -composed of five pieces of very stiff pasteboard, the two sides shaped -like No. 1, enlarged, the back like No. 2, and the sole like No. 3. No. -4 is the little strip in front of the heel. Each piece must be covered -with black velvet or cloth, all the pieces sewed strongly together, and -the top of the boot lined with green silk for three or four inches down. -Then bind the top and sides of the front with red braid, and tack a -strip of black velvet in the sides of the front for a tongue. Then take -a piece of the red braid, and catch it back and forth, like ordinary -shoe lacing.</p> - -<p>As the boot is so long and narrow, it would be apt to tip over, so, to -steady it, put a bag of shot in the toe, and fill the rest with paper.</p> - -<p>Now you have the house, and for the garden get a square pasteboard box -cover, and spread over it green silk to represent grass. As no ordinary -doll's face would be wrinkled and care-worn enough for this poor lady, -get one of the long-nosed, long-chinned, old women who sometimes come in -Jack-in-the-boxes. Cut her out, springs and all, and cover the springs -with a dark calico dress. Put a white kerchief round her neck, a white -cap on her head, and a bundle of switches in her hand.</p> - -<p>You want as many children as you have the patience to dress; the more -the merrier. Get the little china dolls that come for a penny apiece, -and the larger wooden dolls that come, I think, for the same price. If -you can get two or three very small woolly dogs, they will look cunning -standing in the "garden." Dress the dolls in all the bright colors you -can find, and put them anywhere and everywhere, on the box cover, -climbing up the shoe lacing, in the mother's lap, and behind her back.</p> - -<p>A very pretty addition to the whole is a small ladder leaning against -the side of the boot, with a doll on each round.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="OUR_NEW_WALK" id="OUR_NEW_WALK">OUR NEW WALK.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY JIMMY BROWN.</h3> - -<p>For once I have done right. I always used to think that if I stuck to -it, and tried to do what was right, I would hit it some day; but at last -I pretty nearly gave up all hope, and was beginning to believe that no -matter what I did, some of the grown-up folks would tell me that my -conduct was such. But I have done a real useful thing that was just what -father wanted, and he has said that he would overlook it this time. -Perhaps you think that this was not very encouraging to a boy; but if -you had been told to come up stairs with me my son as often as I have -been, just because you had tried to do right, and hadn't exactly managed -to suit people, you would be very glad to hear your father say that for -once he would overlook it.</p> - -<p>Did you ever play you were a ghost? I don't think much of ghosts, and -wouldn't be a bit afraid if I was to see one. There was once a ghost -that used to frighten people dreadfully by hanging himself to a hook in -the wall. He was one of those tall white ghosts, and they are the very -worst kind there is. This one used to come into the spare bedroom of the -house where he lived before<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> he was dead, and after walking round the -room, and making as if he was in dreadfully low spirits, he would take a -rope out of his pocket, and hang himself to a clothes-hook just opposite -the bed, and the person who was in the bed would faint away with fright, -and pull the bedclothes over his head, and lie in the most dreadful -agony until morning, when he would get up, and people would say, "Why -how dreadful you look your hair is all gray and you are whiternany -sheet." One time a man came to stay at the house who wasn't afraid of -anything, and he said, "I'll fix that ghost of yours; I'm a terror on -wooden wheels when any ghosts are around. I am." So he was put to sleep -in the room, and before he went to bed he loosened the hook, so that it -would come down very easy, and then he sat up in bed and read till -twelve o'clock. Just when the clock struck, the ghost came in and walked -up and down as usual, and finally got out his rope and hung himself; but -as soon as he kicked away the chair he stood on when he hung himself, -down came the hook, and the ghost fell all in a heap on the floor, and -sprained his ankle, and got up and limped away, dreadfully ashamed, and -nobody ever saw him again.</p> - -<p>Father has been having the front garden walk fixed with an askfelt -pavement. Askfelt is something like molasses, only four times as sticky -when it is new. After a while it grows real hard, only ours hasn't grown -very hard yet. I watched the men put it down, and father said, "Be -careful and don't step on it until it gets hard or you'll stick fast in -it and can't ever get out again. I'd like to see half a dozen meddlesome -boys stuck in it and serve them right." As soon as I heard dear father -mention what he'd like, I determined that he should have his wish, for -there is nothing that is more delightful to a good boy than to please -his father.</p> - -<p>That afternoon I mentioned to two or three boys that I knew were pretty -bad boys that our melons were ripe, and that father was going to pick -them in a day or two. The melon patch is at the back of the house, and -after dark I dressed myself in one of mother's night-gowns, and hid in -the wood-shed. About eleven o'clock I heard a noise, and looked out, and -there were six boys coming in the back gate, and going for the melon -patch. I waited till they were just ready to begin, and then I came out -and said, in a hollow and protuberant voice, "Beware!"</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 435px;"> -<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="435" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">PRYING THE BOYS OUT.</span> -</div> - -<p>They dropped the melons, and started to run, but they couldn't get to -the back gate without passing close to me, and I knew they wouldn't try -that. So they started to run round the house to the front gate, and I -ran after them. When they reached the new front walk, they seemed to -stop all of a sudden, and two or three of them fell down. I didn't wait -to hear what they had to say, but went quietly back, and got into the -house through the kitchen window, and went up stairs to my room. I could -hear them whispering, and now and then one or two of them would cry a -little; but I thought it wouldn't be honorable to listen to them, so I -went to sleep.</p> - -<p>In the morning there were five boys stuck in the askfelt, and frightened -'most to death. I got up early, and called father, and told him that -there seemed to be something the matter with his new walk. When he came -out and saw five boys caught in the pavement, and an extra pair of shoes -that belonged to another boy who had wriggled out of them and gone away -and left them, he was the most astonished man you ever saw. I told him -how I had caught the boys stealing melons, and had played I was a ghost -and frightened them away, and he said that if I'd help the coachman pry -the boys out, he would overlook it. So he sat upon the piazza and -overlooked the coachman and me while we pried the boys out, and they -came out awfully hard, and the askfelt is full of pieces of trousers and -things. I don't believe it will ever be a handsome walk; but whenever -father looks at it he will think what a good boy I have been, which will -give him more pleasure than a hundred new askfelt walks.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 367px;"><a name="CHILDREN_OF_THE_PANTOMIME" id="CHILDREN_OF_THE_PANTOMIME"></a> -<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="367" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">MORNING.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 363px;"> -<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="363" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">EVENING.</span> -</div> - -<h2>CHILDREN OF THE PANTOMIME.</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> - -<p>In the great city of London one of the pleasures and delights of the -merry Christmas season, to which the children look forward with almost -as much eagerness as to the advent of Santa Claus, is the pantomime.</p> - -<p>What a fairy-land is revealed to youthful eyes by this holiday -amusement! All the stories of Mother Goose become living realities. Jack -and Jill roll down the hill; Tom, the piper's son, suffers no end of -misfortunes as a punishment for his theft of the pig; Little Jack Horner -eats his Christmas pie; and in company with all these nursery heroes are -wonderful crowds of all-powerful fairies, who by a wave of their wands -give birds and beasts human intelligence, and render pots, kettles, and -pans animated. This gay assemblage appears in fairy grottoes glistening -with brilliant colors, sylvan dells flooded with soft moonlight, and -meadows on which fairies trace the magic ring and weave the figures of -their mystic dance.</p> - -<p>The other side of the picture is less radiant. All these fairies with -spangled hair, these animated kettles and saucepans, these birds and -beasts which dance and hop about in such mirthful fashion, are the -little children of the poor, who in this way seek to earn a few -shillings for the sick mother, or the starving baby brother or sister, -in the dreary and desolate apartments which these poor families call -home.</p> - -<p>Weeks before Christmas the parents of these children, and often the -children themselves, beg to be enrolled in the infantile army needed for -the pantomime. The number of applications is so large that the first -selection is made by height alone, no child over four feet being -received for examination. The smaller the child, the better, so long as -it is old enough to learn the duties required of it. The children thus -selected are then placed in a line, and told to put forward their left -feet and hold up their right hands.</p> - -<p>Strange as it may seem, there are many poor children so ignorant as to -be unable to do this simple thing. All these are rejected; for a child -who does not know its right hand from its left would probably never be -able to learn the feats required of it in the pantomime. When the final -selection is made and the parts assigned, a crowd of the prettiest and -most graceful are set aside for dainty little fairies and elves. Others -are destined for hideous little gnomes, for animated vegetables and -utensils of all kinds, for cats, monkeys, beetles, and other creatures, -while to the most intelligent are assigned more important parts.</p> - -<p>Then begins the task of training this youthful band for its work. The -drill-masters are, as a rule, as good-natured as possible under the -circumstances, but they are very strict, and require the most implicit -obedience to their directions. Many of these little boys and girls grow -very weary in the work of learning to act like fairies and elves, to -jump about as starlings, tomtits, or monkeys, or to march around as -kettles, saucepans, cabbages, and other odd figures which go to make up -the <i>dramatis personę</i> of a pantomime.</p> - -<p>To the children, clad in soft warm garments, who watch all this -brilliant show, everything is beauty and happiness. The little audience, -which gathers with delight to witness the glittering spectacle, knows -nothing of the labor and suffering which these less fortunate children -have endured before everything could be in readiness for the grand -holiday performances. The Christmas holidays for them are a season of -work and anxiety.</p> - -<p>The home of the poor children of the pantomime is not like the homes of -the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, warm and comfortable, and at Christmas-time -gay with wreaths and branches of evergreen, with gifts from Santa Claus, -and with dinner tables groaning under the weight of great turkeys and -steaming plum-puddings; but it is some dismal little room up flights of -rickety stairs, where the cold wind blows through the cracks of the -uncarpeted floor, and where want and sorrow and misery are always -present.</p> - -<p>These children rise to a day of toil. Honest little hard workers, many -of them do their best to assist the tired and weary mother to keep the -dismal home as clean and comfortable as possible. The hour for the -pantomime approaches, and clad in their scanty garments, these little -ones hurry away through the snow to appear as sparkling fairies, -carrying delight to thousands of hearts. Where are the fairies who bring -delight to them? When the performance is over, they leave the glistening -grottoes, go back to their comfortless homes, and sleep only to rise -again to new toils and anxieties.</p> - -<p>There are poor children everywhere. They are the most numerous in great -cities like London and New York, but there is scarcely a village so -small where some can not be found. Christmas is near. Will the children -blessed with happy homes, and kind parents able to gratify their -slightest wish, leave these little ones with "empty stockings" on -Christmas morning? Remember how small a thing will make their eyes -sparkle with pleasure; and when your own Christmas gifts are showered -upon you by loving hands do not fail to learn by happy experience the -grandeur and truth of the words of the Lord Jesus: "It is more blessed -to give than to receive."</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_TALKING_LEAVES" id="THE_TALKING_LEAVES"></a>THE TALKING LEAVES.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2> - -<h4>An Indian Story.</h4> - -<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> - -<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter XI</span>.</h3> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 74px;"> -<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="74" height="150" alt="Drop Cap H" /> -</div> - -<p>ow easy it would be even for large bodies of men to be quite near each -other without knowing it will be readily understood when the nature of -the country, full of sudden changes from mountain and table-land to -valleys and plains, is considered. Unless, indeed, they should send out -sharp-eyed scouts to find out about their neighbors, as did the miners -under Captain Skinner, and the Lipans of To-la-go-to-de, such a thing -might easily happen.</p> - -<p>Neither of these "main bodies" remained in camp an hour longer than was -necessary, but even after they left their respective camps they moved -onward with some caution, half expecting at any moment to see one of -their scouts come riding back with important news.</p> - -<p>"Motion" was decidedly the order of the day, even for the Apaches. To be -sure, there had been no known reason why they should bestir themselves -too early in the morning; but their chief himself had given orders the -night before, right after supper, that no more lodges should be set up, -and that all things should be in condition for a march.</p> - -<p>He needed yet to make up his mind precisely in what direction the march -should be, and Rita's "talking leaves" had not given him a single hint -about that.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> - -<p>The fact that they had not was a trouble to him, but it was a little too -much to expect of a chief and warrior that he should seem to go for -counsel to a mere squaw, and not only a very young one, but a squaw of -the pale-faces at that. So Rita and Ni-ha-be had not been molested in -their lodge all the evening, and a grand talk they had of it all by -themselves, with Mother Dolores to listen.</p> - -<p>Dolores had listened, but the girls had been almost surprised by the -fact that she asked almost no questions at all—not even about the -cavalry pictures.</p> - -<p>She did not explain to them that her mind was all the while too -completely filled with the thought of the one picture which had spoken -to her, and made her shut her eyes and kneel down. There could not -possibly be any other which could do more than that, although it was a -great thing that Many Bears should have given them any attention.</p> - -<p>Ni-ha-be had slept as soundly as usual that night, and Rita had "made -believe" do so, until her adopted sister ceased even to whisper to her, -and she could hear the loud breathing of Mother Dolores on the opposite -side of the lodge.</p> - -<p>Then she opened her eyes in the darkness, and tried to recall all she -had seen in the three marvellous magazines, page by page.</p> - -<p>How it all came back to her! Some of the words that she had not -understood began to have a meaning to her.</p> - -<p>"They are talking now," she said to herself; "they are almost all -talking. They are helping me remember. I'm sure that was my mother, my -white mother. But where is my white father? He was not there at all. I -must look for him again to-morrow. We must ride off away from the camp, -where nobody can see us, and we can talk as much as we please."</p> - -<p>"We" meant herself and Ni-ha-be, of course, but it also meant her three -prizes. She had brought them to bed with her on her soft buffalo-skin, -and she was hugging them now. It seemed to her as if they were alive, -and had come to tell her almost anything she could think to ask.</p> - -<p>When morning came there was no need for Rita to propose a ride on -horseback. Ni-ha-be spoke of it first, and for the self-same reason; but -there was nothing unusual about it, for they almost lived in the saddle, -like genuine daughters of the great Apache nation.</p> - -<p>For a while the very delight of galloping up and down the valley on such -swift and beautiful animals as they were riding almost drove out of -their minds the thought of the talking leaves. But when, a little later, -Many Bears slowly arose from a long fit of thinking there in front of -his lodge, and said to Red Wolf, "Call Rita," Rita was nowhere to be -seen.</p> - -<p>"Find her. Tell her to come, and bring me the white men's medicine, -talking leaves."</p> - -<p>Red Wolf sprang upon the nearest horse—and there were several standing -ready for sudden errands—and dashed away in search of his truant -sisters.</p> - -<p>Mother Dolores could tell him nothing, but his loud, half-angry -questionings drew together a knot of squaws and children, two or three -of whom were ready to point toward the northeastern slope of the valley, -and tell him he would have to hunt in that direction.</p> - -<p>He was ready for it, of course; but he reined in his mustang in front of -his father long enough to tell him the cause of the delay.</p> - -<p>"Bring them back. They are as wild as rabbits. They will lose their -scalps some day."</p> - -<p>The chief did not smile when he said that. He was beginning to feel -uneasy about the position of his affairs, and he could hardly have told -why. He said to himself, "Bad medicine. Can't see him. Great chief smell -him."</p> - -<p>And then he gave sharp orders to his young braves to have all the ponies -caught and brought in from the pastures below, and the squaws to have -all their packs ready and their lodges taken down.</p> - -<p>"Big talk come," he said again to himself. "Maybe big fight. Don't know. -Must be ready. Somebody catch the great chief asleep if he doesn't look -out."</p> - -<p>Nobody had ever done that yet, for Many Bears had even a greater name -for his cunning than for his fighting.</p> - -<p>Red Wolf was well mounted, and he darted away at full speed. His father -was not a man to forgive a slow messenger any more than a slow cook.</p> - -<p>"I understand," he muttered. "Squaws not stay in valley. Go among trees -and rocks. Bears catch 'em some day. Eat 'em all up. Not afraid of -anything."</p> - -<p>So he was really anxious about them, and afraid they would run into -danger?</p> - -<p>Certainly.</p> - -<p>The red man's family affection does not always show itself in the same -way with ours, but there is plenty of it. All the more in the case of a -young brave like Red Wolf, with every reason to be proud as well as fond -of his sister.</p> - -<p>And of Rita?</p> - -<p>He was thinking of her now, and wondering if she had learned anything -more about the cavalry from her talking leaves.</p> - -<p>It was, for all the world, just as if he had been a young white man from -"one of the first families."</p> - -<p>He galloped onward, keenly eying the fringes of the forest and the -broken bases of the ledges, until he came to the broad opening below the -gap, and here he suddenly stopped and sprang to the ground at a place -where the green sod was soft and deeply marked with the prints of -horses' hoofs.</p> - -<p>"The blue-coat horsemen came out here. Their tracks are old. Ugh! Those -are fresh. Ni-ha-be and Rita."</p> - -<p>He was on his horse again in an instant, galloping up the not very steep -slope of the pass.</p> - -<p>The two girls had been in no hurry, and it was not long before Red Wolf -came in sight of them.</p> - -<p>He put his hand to his mouth, and gave a long, peculiar whoop, that -meant: "I am after you. Come back."</p> - -<p>They understood it well enough, and Rita might have obeyed if she had -been left to herself, but there was more than a little mischief behind -the black eyes of Ni-ha-be.</p> - -<p>"Let him catch us. He won't do anything worse than scold. I'm not afraid -of Red Wolf."</p> - -<p>Rita was, just a little, but she rode on beside her sister without -turning her head.</p> - -<p>"We shall not read any of the leaves this morning."</p> - -<p>"Read? What is that?"</p> - -<p>"Just the same as a warrior when he finds a trail of a deer. Just like -the trail of the blue-coat cavalry. Father and the gray-heads read it."</p> - -<p>"Is that the way the leaves talk to you? I guessed it was. It is all -signs, like tracks in the mud."</p> - -<p>Rita had used the only Apache word she could think of that came at all -near to meaning what she wanted, but there was no word for "book," or -for any kind of book.</p> - -<p>Again they heard the shout of Red Wolf behind them. It was nearer now, -and a little angry.</p> - -<p>"He is coming, Ni-ha-be. Don't let us ride fast."</p> - -<p>"He is saying ugly things. But we will laugh at him and tell him he can -not whoop loud enough to be heard."</p> - -<p>Red Wolf was proud of his powerful voice, and that would be a sure way -to tease him.</p> - -<p>"Rita! The great chief is angry. He calls for you."</p> - -<p>He was close upon them by this time, and they reined in their horses. -Teasing Red Wolf was one thing, but disobeying Many Bears was quite -another. They had seen squaws beaten for smaller offenses than that.</p> - -<p>"We have done wrong, Ni-ha-be."</p> - -<p>"Oh, not much. We can ride back as fast as our ponies can carry us. Turn -and meet him."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> - -<p>It had been a very little bit of a "runaway" on the part of the two -girls, but it threatened to have serious consequences.</p> - -<p>There was no time even for Red Wolf to scold them before the -consequences began to come.</p> - -<p>They had ridden just to the end of the spot where the rocks and bushes -at the road-side were so thickset and made so perfect a cover for -anybody hiding among them.</p> - -<p>"Look, Red Wolf, look!"</p> - -<p>"Oh, who are they? Enemies!"</p> - -<p>The young brave pulled in his mustang so sharply that he almost tumbled -him over, and turned his head.</p> - -<p>"Pale-faces? How came they here?"</p> - -<p>He could hardly have been more astonished if one of the granite bowlders -near him had stood up and said, "Good-morning." So far as he could have -guessed, the nearest white man was many hundreds of miles away, and his -nation was at peace with them for the time; but here were three of the -hated race standing in the road to cut off his retreat and that of his -sisters.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="600" height="436" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"THE FOREMOST LEVELLED HIS GUN STRAIGHT AT RED WOLF."</span> -</div> - -<p>Three tall, brawny, evil-looking pale-faces with rifles in their hands, -and the foremost of them was levelling his gun straight at Red Wolf, and -shouting, "Surrender, you red-skinned coyote, or I'll put a pill into -ye."</p> - -<p>An Indian brave like the son of Many Bears might deem it an honor to be -named after the large, dangerous wolf he had killed in single fight, -with only his knife, but to be called a coyote, a miserable prairie -wolf, jackal, was a bitter insult, and that was what it was meant for. -He had left his carbine in the camp, but his long lance was in his hand, -and his knife and revolver were in his belt.</p> - -<p>What could one young brave do against three such powerful and well-armed -white men?</p> - -<p>"Ni-ha-be!" exclaimed Rita.</p> - -<p>"I am an Apache girl. I can fight. You are a pale-face."</p> - -<p>Rita was stung to her very heart by her sister's scornful reply, for she -had also brought her bow and arrows. They never stirred from camp -without them, and squaws were not permitted to carry fire-arms.</p> - -<p>Ni-ha-be had an arrow already on the string, and Rita followed her -example like a flash.</p> - -<p>"Red Wolf is a warrior. He is not a coyote. He will show the -pale-faces—"</p> - -<p>Twang!</p> - -<p>The sound of Ni-ha-be's bowstring cut Red Wolf's haughty reply in two in -the middle, and it was well for the miner "Bill" that he was quick in -dodging. As it was, he dropped his rifle, for there was an arrow through -his right arm above the elbow, and Ni-ha-be was fitting another.</p> - -<p>Twang!</p> - -<p>But the man at whom Rita aimed her arrow was an old Indian fighter, and -he parried it easily.</p> - -<p>"Red Wolf, your pistol!"</p> - -<p>"Boys," exclaimed Bill, "they're a lot of young wildcats! We'll jest -have to shoot. Pick off the red-skin, quick, and knock over the two -girls before they make a hole into ye."</p> - -<p>The two parties were hardly twenty yards apart, and all this had -happened in a few seconds; but just then Red Wolf was exclaiming,</p> - -<p>"Two more!"</p> - -<p>And Rita said, excitedly,</p> - -<p>"Stop, Ni-ha-be! See! They are fighting each other. These two are -friends. Don't shoot!"</p> - -<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="DOBBINS_PERVERSITY" id="DOBBINS_PERVERSITY">DOBBIN'S PERVERSITY.</a></h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">"What can we do on this bright summer's day,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And what may our frolic be?</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Shall we play at wild outlaws by Robin Hood led,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Just baby, and Bertie, and me?"</span><br /> -</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="400" height="281" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">"Or stay, here's old Dobbin—why, children, you know</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">We must gallop him off to the pond below.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Poor Dobbin is thirsty—we nearly forgot;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">He's done lots of work, and he's tired and hot."</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Rattle and scamper—hurrah for the fun!—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Three merry youngsters, see how they run!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Fast go their heels, round go the wheels.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Old Dobbin says nothing of all that he feels.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Yet in his one eye lurks a mischievous wink,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">And brought to the water, old Dobbin <i>won't</i> drink.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Sir Toadie lies low by yon mossy gray stone—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">A worshipful toad is he!—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">A toad with a wise and wonderful mien,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Solemnly wearing his coat of green,</span><br /> -</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="400" height="222" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Of what does this knowing Sir Toadie dream?</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Hark! he croaks to a passing bee</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Watching the scene—the scolding and petting</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">A very queer steed on the bank is getting,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Now ordered, now asked, now begged, "just one drop,"</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Next pushed all a-hurry, it tumbles in—flop!</span><br /> -</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="400" height="220" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Nidding and nodding his wise old head,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">These are the words that the toad has said,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">"Many may lead to the fair river's brink,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">But a horse must <i>will</i>, ere they make him drink."</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;"> -<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="356" height="400" alt="" /> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="200" height="127" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Jes you stan' up, you queer old broom.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And be as good as you can be;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">You see to-night is Christmas-eve,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And you must be my Christmas-tree.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Rub-a-dub-dub on kettle and pan,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Rub-a-dub-dub, make music who can.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Our gay little party all sing out of tune;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Tom of Puss in the Corner, and Ned of sweet June.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">While on the pail drumming Joe strikes with a will,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Loud chanting the story of Jack and of Jill.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Music you call it! I hear but a noise;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">But noise is sweet music to small girls and boys.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Patience, grown people, remember the day</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">When you were but children and rattled away,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">With a rub-a-dub-dub on kettle and pan,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Rub-a-dub-dub, making music who can.</span><br /> -</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;"> -<img src="images/ill_021.jpg" width="373" height="400" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a> -<img src="images/ill_022.jpg" width="600" height="260" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX" /> -</div> - -<p>In this number of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> we have given our readers a good -foretaste of Christmas, just by way of preparation for all the -delightful things coming in the next. On December 20 we shall publish -our regular Christmas number, which will be entirely given up to matter -suitable to the joyous Christmas-tide. The C. Y. P. R. U. will not have -its attention drawn, as usual, to articles with sound facts for a basis; -the Postmistress will not have a word to say; there will be no -Exchanges; even the serial story will be dropped for a week. Our -Christmas number will thus be complete in itself, for <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, like -its little patrons, has no room for other thoughts during one week in -the year than those which are connected with the day which celebrates -the birth of the Saviour of the world. The leading features will be a -charming fairy story, entitled "Shamruck; or, the Christmas Panniers," -by Mr. Frank R. Stockton, illustrated by Mr. Alfred Fredericks; another -admirable story, entitled "A Perfect Christmas," by W. O. Stoddard, with -illustrations by Mr. Howard Pyle; and a most amusing pantomime, entitled -"The Magic Clock," by Mr. G. B. Bartlett, with an illustration by Mr. F. S. -Church. There will be a number of minor attractions, which we will -leave our readers to discover for themselves, and the whole will be -inclosed in an entirely novel and unique cover, ornamented by one of Mr. -Nast's most capital drawings.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Calumet, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>We have had snow three times this winter, and it has gone off -twice, but the weather is very stormy now, and I guess it will stay -this time.</p> - -<p>I go to school. We have quite a large school-house, it being 190 -feet long, 100 feet wide, and 100 feet in height, from the ground -to the top of the belfry. The foundation is sandstone, which -extends for about eight feet above the ground. There are eighteen -rooms in use as school-rooms. I am in the next room below the High -School. I am ten years old, and study reading, writing, spelling, -arithmetic, drawing, higher geography, and grammar.</p> - -<p>There are many curious things about the mines here. One shaft is -2400 feet deep. I have not been through the mines since the new -machinery was put in, but I have been told that it is a great deal -stronger and larger than the old. They have built two new -engine-houses, and rebuilt two old ones, and put new machinery in -all. One of the boilers at the Hecla is thirty feet long, and there -are two of that size at the Calumet.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Percy P</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Michigan City, Indiana</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little girl eleven years old. I have a pet dog which is part -blood-hound, and was named after a famous fox-hound in -Pennsylvania. I have ten dolls. Some are pretty old, and have -retired from active life. My aunt Mate made most of their clothes. -One is quite plain, and I call her the old maid. The beauty of my -family I call Daisy. My mamma has been sick four years. I have a -brother Charley, four years old last June. We have a bird whose -name is Major. We call it that after papa; his friends always -called him the Major. Then there is John, the cat, who is four -years and a half old; he belonged to my sister, who died four years -ago.</p> - -<p>This is a great locality for sand. We have a number of high hills; -one called Hoosier Slide, covered with white sand, is over a -hundred feet high. We have a nice harbor, which has been improved -every year since we came here. We don't like it here as well as we -did in Michigan. We sent a box of clothing to a little girl there -who needed it very much.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Maud S</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">College Grove, Tennessee</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little girl who has owned a great many cats. I lost the -oldest one last November. His name was Mark Gray. He was fourteen -years and eight months old. The first word I ever said was to call -him "Tit-tat." Many persons said to me, "Anna, why don't you let -that poor old cat be shot?" But I could not let him meet that fate. -He had lost all his teeth, and I fed him on milk and biscuit till -he died. I have had a great many dolls, but my favorite is a large -one that Santa Claus brought me when I was three years old. I could -not then lift her. She has a china head, a cloth body, and red kid -gloves. I named her Lizzie M., for one of my young lady cousins, -and when she married I changed the doll's name to Mrs. B. I raised -twenty-four turkeys last year, and I take <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> -with part of my turkey money. I have twenty-three this year, nearly -all white. I like white turkeys best, because I can see them better -than those of any other color when they wander off to make a nest. -I have no brothers and sisters, but we have a little black girl who -plays with me and helps me to drive up my turkeys. They got wet -twice, and I thought they were dead, but we put them under the -stove, and they revived. I have a garden and a little pit. I have -five rose-bushes; one has blossoms no larger than my finger-nail. I -have a bed of sweet violets; they begin to bloom in February. I -have a lovely species of white asclepias that grows wild here; it -looks like wax. Mamma says if it had come from the Cape of Good -Hope, people would go wild about it. My pit is three feet square -and one and a half feet deep. I plant in it verbenas, feverfews, -Japan pinks, and rose cuttings. I cover it with boards, and when it -is very cold I put a rug on top. I kept my flowers safely last -winter, although it was so cold. This is November 7, and we have -not yet had any frost. The roses are as pretty as in spring-time, -and the garden is gay with zinnias and chrysanthemums.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Anna Miner R</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>We ask attention to the letter from two little girls which follows this -paragraph. We have sent them a bound volume of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for 1881, -which we hope will help them in making the Christmas season a glad one -to their little friends the "Innocents."</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Girls and Boys</span>,—Christmas is drawing near now, and you are -all preparing for the Christmas tree, and lots of you are making -pretty presents for your friends. We wish to ask you a favor, so -now please give attention.... The pastor of the Trinity -Episcopalian Church established a "Home for the Innocents." All -poor little waifs are taken to this Home, and little ones are left -whose mothers work out by the day. They have a nice time playing -together, and some kind Sisters watch these little ones. But the -church caught fire and burned down, and now the members (who are -mostly poor people) are saving their money so we can build the -church up again, and we are sadly afraid the little ones will lose -their Christmas fun. The Sunday-school scholars have given up the -tree, so they could help the church, but the "Innocents" will have -<i>nothing</i>. Now won't you <i>all</i> send us some toys, or brightly -colored picture-books, or Christmas-tree ornaments. Rummage your -closet shelves, and see if there are not broken toys or dolls you -don't care about any more, and send them to <i>us</i>. Some of you write -and tell of so many things you have; can't you spare one for these -children? Please do, and after Christmas we will write again all -about them.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Lydia Belle Hargreaves</span>,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Lulu G. Ruckstuhl</span>,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;">508 Wenzel St., Louisville, Ky.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>Be particular, children, to send your gifts directly to Lydia or Lulu, -and not to Harper & Brothers.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Lawrence, Kansas</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little Kansas boy who reads your paper regularly. I am very -much interested in the Wiggle department of the <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I -sent a wiggle for No. 95 and No. 104, and it made me very happy to -see them in the paper. I shall send some more. I am eleven years -old, and have been going to school four years, and am in the sixth -grade. I live in Lawrence, and the University of Kansas is here. -When I become old enough I will go there. I want to get a good -education. Then, when I become a man, perhaps I may be an editor, -or write story-books. West of Lawrence a few hundred miles are the -great plains. The Indians used to live there, and hunt buffaloes. -The Indians have gone now, and so, I suppose, have the buffaloes.</p> - -<p>Kansas is a good place for little boys. I used to live in -Washington. D. C. But there the houses are too thick to fly a kite. -Here on the prairies we boys often fly our kites to the height of -two balls of twine. We have lots of room to run. Father has -promised me a pony on my next birthday. He says thousands of people -come to Kansas every year from the Eastern States. I wish lots of -little boys from the East would come to Lawrence to live. I am very -anxious to hear about Mr. Stubbs's brother.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Sidney C. P</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>This little picture, represents a branch of oranges sent to the office -of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>. It was cut by Mr. James Otis from an -orange-tree in Duval County, Florida, which this season has borne over -2000 oranges. We thank Mr. Otis for his kind remembrance.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/ill_023.jpg" width="200" height="177" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">McKeesfort, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am six years old, and have a little brother John sixteen months -old. He came Sunday night, July 4, and he bothers me a heap—wants -all my playthings, and when he gets them, breaks them all up. At -night, when I want papa to read me the stories in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, he -screams and screams to see the pictures, and I have to wait for the -stories till he goes to bed. I am going to start to school this -week, and I will study hard and learn to read, so I can read the -stories myself. My grandpa lives on a farm, and I go to see him -nearly every day to get rides on the horses, and drive the cows, -and to see the men working at the water-works basin which the town -is building to get water from the Youghiogheny River. The only pet -I have is an Alderney heifer named Bessie, which my grandma gave -me. She is so quiet I can put my arms round her neck, and hold her -by the horns.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Tommy E</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">West New Brighton, New York</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am eight years old. I have a white cat with one blue and one -green eye. We have a dog called Grip, a bull-terrier. He is very -gentle and playful. I lost my dog called Pickles. My father is -going to get me another. I go to school at New Brighton, and take -French lessons, spelling, reading, and geography. I have a little -brother nearly a month old, and two others. Perhaps I have said -enough.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Davy B</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>It is quite proper for little correspondents who have not yet learned to -write to do so by proxy; by which we mean to get their fathers or -mothers to write for them while they dictate the letters. Such letters -are always welcome. Master Davy B. signed his name very boldly to the -letter his father wrote for him, and probably Tommy E. will soon be able -to do the same.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little boy seven years old last Valentine's Day. I have been -taking <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> from No. 1 to the present time. I have -had two volumes bound, and am saving up for the third volume. I -have two numbers (duplicates), 20 and 76. I will <i>give</i> them to any -of the little readers that will send me his or her address. I have -eight cats and three kittens, also an English pug-dog. Pug does not -like the cats, but the kittens eat out of his dish with him. One -Sunday Pug went to Sunday-school, and sat on the bench beside my -sister Helen. I am so interested in the story, "The Talking -Leaves."</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Louis N. W., Jun</span>., Beverly, N. J.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Harry Van N</span>.—Your description of the industries of Minneapolis is very -interesting. A city where there is so much manufacturing, so much -enterprise, is a good place for an intelligent lad to live in.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Six little girls at Pulaski, Tennessee, were directed by their teacher -to write letters to Our Post-office Box, and bring them to her instead -of their usual weekly compositions. The letters signed by S. K. A., -Maggie J. A., F. W., A. B. A., M. R., and Julia R. have been sent to us, -and are very creditable to the little writers. Our thanks are due to -their kind teacher for her appreciation of our efforts in behalf of -young people.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Alice McL</span>.—For a boy of twelve who is fond of reading we know of no -more enchanting book than <i>What Mr. Darwin Saw in his Voyage Round the -World in the Ship Beagle</i>. This is a beautifully illustrated volume, and -its price is $3. <span class="smcap">The Boys of '76</span>, at the same price, is a fascinating -book which tells young Americans about the stirring scenes of the -Revolutionary war. There are three volumes of <i>Travel in the Far East</i>, -by Colonel Knox, each of which boys pronounce splendid. They relate the -adventures of youthful travellers in a journey to Japan and China, to -Siam and Java, and to Ceylon and India, and the books, which may be -purchased separately or together, cost $3 a volume. These books are all -published by Harper & Brothers. <i>Hector</i>, by Flora L. Shaw, published by -Roberts Brothers, and <i>Boys at Chequassett</i>, by Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney, -published by Houghton, Mifflin, & Co., are very charming books, smaller -than those we have placed first on the list.</p> - -<p>A bright boy who already has a sled, skates, etc., might be pleased with -a well-furnished tool-chest or a printing-press. At twelve, boys no -longer care for toys which are merely playthings.</p> - -<p>In addition to the pretty things you already have, make little mice and -pigs of white Canton flannel for your Christmas tree. If you can procure -some cotton as it grows, crystallize it with alum, and dispose clusters -of it here and there. There are bright little balls of different colors -which may be purchased for a few cents, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> used to festoon the tree, -and if put away carefully they may be used for successive years. Have -plenty of little wax tapers, and your tree will repay your trouble.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>We desire to call the attention of exchangers to the notice which is -printed at the head of the Exchange list. Please make it a rule to -follow this in every instance. When a boy has five or six coins, two or -three hundred postmarks, or a few relics or curiosities, and calls -attention to them in these columns, many thousands of readers see the -notice, and he finds himself confronted with so many replies that his -embarrassment is very great. In the mere matter of postage he may find -himself burdened with considerable expense, perhaps more than his -pocket-money will pay, or than his parents will allow him to spend. This -inconvenience, and the further peril of being thought dishonorable, may -be avoided by having a correspondence by postal cards before sending any -precious things away.</p> - -<p>It is not possible for us to rectify mistakes, nor to compel delinquent -exchangers to make proper returns. We prefer to think that all who avail -themselves of this privilege are worthy of it. We desire and hope that -every girl and boy who is numbered among our young people shall be true, -courteous, prompt, and obliging. Without the exercise of these -qualities, neither exchanging nor any other business can be -satisfactorily carried on.</p> - -<p>Those who have saved their back numbers, as we think all ought to do, -will find a paragraph on this matter in the Post-office Box of Vol. II., -No. 80. To this we refer the attention of Willie B. G., who writes to us -complaining of an apparently dishonest correspondent. We can not settle -difficulties which arise among exchangers, but we think careful -attention to preliminary correspondence, and to the full payment of -postage, would prevent much confusion.</p> - -<p>Until after the Christmas number the pressure upon our columns will -prevent us from publishing all of the large accumulation of Exchanges we -have received, but we will print them as rapidly as we can when the -holidays are over.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>C. Y. P. R. U.</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">Paper</span>.—How many varieties of paper do you think they manufacture in -Japan? Over sixty kinds are made from the fibres of various grasses and -plants. "Paper," says Miss Bird, in her interesting record of travel in -Japan, "is used for walls, windows, cups, pocket-handkerchiefs, -lanterns, string, wrappers, cloaks, hats, and baggage covers, and is -used domestically and professionally for all purposes for which we use -lint, bandages, and cloths. It is so tenacious as to be nearly -untearable, and even the finest kind, an exquisite and nearly diaphanous -fabric, soft like the most delicate silk crepe, in which fine gold -lacquer is usually wrapped, can only be torn with difficulty."</p> - -<p>The same writer tells about the fine varnish or lacquer which we see on -the beautiful Japanese trays and bowls. It is a natural varnish, the -product of a tree, from which the sap is taken in the early spring. When -it comes from the tree it is of the color and thickness of cream, but it -darkens when exposed to the air. Lacquer is used for all kinds of -purposes, from the golden shrines in the temples to the rice bowl in -which the humblest cooly takes his meal.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>WORK FOR LITTLE FINGERS.</h3> - -<p>Is it not wonderful, when you think of it, that with four little fingers -and a thumb, two bright eyes, and the exercise of a subtle quality -called taste, so much may be done to make home attractive? The young -folks who have been asking the Postmistress what they should make for -Christmas gifts no doubt read Aunt Marjorie Precept's "Bits of Advice" -on the subject last week. But perhaps they will like to hear about some -of the pretty things the Postmistress saw when, one very stormy day, she -took a walk through some of the New York stores and bazars on their -account. She looked specially for easy and pretty things which could be -made by small but skillful fingers. A holder for the whisk-broom pleased -her fancy. A frame of willow was covered with maroon silk, over which -bands of black velvet were crossed, and embroidered with daisies. The -willow frame may be purchased, or an ingenious boy could easily make one -for his sister. A lining of old gold with bands of scarlet, or of pale -blue with garnet bands, would be very striking and harmonious, and such -a broom-holder is really artistic.</p> - -<p>A graceful present for a young lady is a hair-pin box, mounted—of all -things in the world!—on a wheelbarrow. Here comes in the boy's -bracket-saw, to construct the barrow, into which the box must be very -neatly fitted. The box must be stuffed with sawdust, and tufted closely -with worsted, either by knitting-needles or with the crochet-hook, as -you please. The wheelbarrow may be made of any common wood, and gilded, -or it may be of black walnut, or basswood, without any other ornament -than its carving.</p> - -<p>Very elegant wall-pockets are made of old hats. Indeed, the -possibilities of old or new straw hats are endless. You take a roughly -braided bathing-hat which you wore last summer at the beach, line it -with azure satin, twist it into any graceful shape you please, on the -upper surface of the flaring brim paint or embroider a group of flowers, -and to the lower attach a large bow of ribbon with broad loops, and you -have an ornament which sets off the wall splendidly. The deep crown -forms the pocket, and the brim makes the picturesque part, and you would -hardly suppose that with so little you could do so much toward the -brightening of a dull room. Father's summer straw hat (which you hid -away in the attic, so that he should be compelled to buy a new one) will -lend itself to your ideas of the beautiful very readily. Line it with -crimson flannel, fasten a cluster of wheat, a bunch of summer grasses, -or a few spears of oats to one side, and tack one bit of the brim down -with a bow, and there you are with the scrap-basket, which is just what -you need in the sitting-room or library.</p> - -<p>Nothing provokes the neat housekeeper's anger like the scratching of -matches on the walls, and it is very hard to teach some people never to -deface the house in this way. Any little eight-year-old girl or boy can -make a splendid match-scratcher by taking a round piece of wood, -covering it with velvet, silk, morocco, or Java canvas, on which a -little pattern has been worked, and then gluing on its reverse side a -piece of sand-paper. Finish it with a loop of ribbon, and present to -Uncle John or Cousin Ralph, and while they may appreciate its delicate -hint, they will not resent it as personal.</p> - -<p>A dozen sheets of blotting-paper, fastened together with a bow, and -bearing on the outside a dainty little pencil drawing, either a cute -little Kate Greenaway sort of picture, or a landscape, or a few wild -roses and ferns, with a motto, is an acceptable gift to either a lady or -a gentleman. Still prettier is this gift when a little panel picture, -wood or card-board covered with satin, and then painted, is laid on the -upper surface of the packet.</p> - -<p>People who board are often quite bothered to find a good method of -keeping account of the weekly wash. A laundry-cushion, which is simply a -pincushion with the words shirts, collars, cuffs, handkerchiefs, etc., -in a row down one side, with the numbers from one to a dozen -corresponding to the articles, is a very convenient device for them. -They need only stick a pin into the number of each article they have -sent away, and count the things when they are returned. The writing on -this cushion can be done with indelible ink.</p> - -<p>A shaving-case, made of two pieces of pasteboard cut into the shape of a -mug, covered with silk, and filled with tissue-paper, a little -pasteboard handle at one side, is easily made, and will be acceptable to -almost any gentleman.</p> - -<p>The pretty articles here described were seen at the Exchange for Women's -Work, No. 4 East Twentieth Street, New York city.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Katharine R. McD</span>.—Thanks for your kindness in copying for us the -metrical table of the Kings and Queens of England. It will be better, -however, for the boys and girls to go to the history of England; and -follow the line of the royal succession for themselves. We prize most -what costs us most labor.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Beacon Beach, Oneida Lake, New York</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Postmistress</span>,—I am in the woods now, but am soon going up -town to my home. I was ten years old a few weeks ago, and my papa -has given me <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> for a birthday present ever -since it began. The other day my mamma and I took a walk in the -woods, and found two kinds of fungus—one was the "earth star" (a -good description of which is in <i>Appleton's Cyclopędia</i>), the other -was tiny toadstools growing on oak leaves in the sand, with -slender, shining stems, black as ebony, and whitish tops, which -look as if designed for fairy parasols. Would you please tell me -the name?</p> - -<p>I have a puzzle for the C. Y. P. R. U.'s that I found in a -newspaper: "I went out in the woods and got it; after I got it, I -looked for it; the more I looked for it the less I liked it; I -brought it home in my hand because I couldn't find it."</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Irma C. F</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>Who can guess the answer to Irma's puzzle? I will give you three weeks -to think it over, and will tell you the answer in No. 114. I am sorry -that it is not possible from the description to identify the particular -kind of fungus which Irma has found. There are more than two hundred -fungi which infest the living oak, and myriads more which grow on dead -leaves. Even were the fairy parasol sent, it would probably be withered -by the time it reached this Post-office Box.</p> - -<p>I am very much obliged to dear Irma for writing plainly on purpose to -save my eyes. The eyes of a busy Postmistress like myself have to work -pretty steadily, and they always feel thankful to such thoughtful little -girls. But you ought to see how indignantly they snap when some of the -pencilled letters arrive, almost faded out before the Postmistress gets -hold of them.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The members of the C. Y. P. R. U. will find in this number, under the -title of "The Fairy Fungi," by Mrs. S. B. Herrick, a most interesting -account of the good and mischief worked by these strange little inmates -of the vegetable world. The article on "Children of the Pantomime," by -Mrs. Helen S. Conant, gives a striking and pathetic picture of the lives -led by the children who are employed by London managers in getting up -these entertainments. "A Novel Present" will help some of the girl -readers who are undecided what to make for some little friend for -Christmas.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> - -<h3>No. 1.</h3> - -<h3>DOUBLE SQUARE.</h3> - -<p>Across.—1. Play. 2. A knot. 3. A place of public contest. 4. Reposes. -5. A ringlet.</p> - -<p>Down.—1. The handle of a plough. 2. More perfect. 3. Fleshy. 4. -Schisms. 5. A volcanic earth.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Miltiades</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 2.</h3> - -<h3>EASY ENIGMA.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In eel, not in fish.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In urn, not in dish.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In gun, not in shot.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In rope, not in knot.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In cent, not in dollar.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In necklace, not in collar.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Look not in this for wealth or fame,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">But seek and find the writer's name.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;">E.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 3.</h3> - -<h3>TWO EASY DIAMONDS.</h3> - -<p>1.—1. A letter. 2. To jump. 3. A salutation. 4. A mark made by -pressure. 5. An insect. 6. A letter. Centrals read down and -across—Something which never comes after noon.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Blanche S</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>2.—1. A letter. 2. Evil. 3. A part of the body. 4. Something that is -never old. 5. A letter.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Edwin</span> and <span class="smcap">Marie S</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 4.</h3> - -<h3>NUMERICAL ENIGMA.</h3> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left">I am slow and easy-going, and never was known to hurry;</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">You couldn't, if you should try your best, put me into a flurry.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My 4, 5, 8, 7 is part of the human frame.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">My 7, 2, 3, 1 is what scholars a species name.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">And by 8 little letters I'll be handed down to fame.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Will A. Mette</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 108.</h3> - -<h3>No. 1.</h3> - -<p class="center">Magna-Charta.</p> - -<h3>No. 2.</h3> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">C</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">B</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center">B</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">I</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">P</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">N</td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">S</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">I</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">D</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">N</td><td align="center">D</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td></tr> -<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<h3>No. 3.</h3> - -<p class="center">Ton, Eaton, Canton, pistol.</p> - -<p class="center">Constantinople.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Correct answers to puzzles have been received from May Ridgway, May -Terry, Maggie J. Laurie, "Brooklyn Reader," Grace C. Hayes, Helen S. -Woodworth, Blanche Spinning, Jesse S. Godine, Frankie Wadsworth, Gracie -S., Grant K., Mabel Strickland.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center">The answer to "What am I?" published in No. 109, is Bark; and to the -Enigma, Napkin.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center">[<i>For Exchanges, see third page of cover.</i>]</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px;"> -<img src="images/ill_024.jpg" width="390" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">PREPARING FOR CHRISTMAS.</span> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="ENIGMA" id="ENIGMA">ENIGMA.</a></h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 11em;">I'm headless, mouthless, yet my back is handsome, too, and strong;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 11em;">I sometimes have a tail to boast, although it is not long;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">I'm wonderfully formed and well,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">As England's proudest ladies tell,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">That bear me up aloft;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">I'm useful, and for show.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Some birds and insects know me well.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Now try if you my name can tell.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2><a name="TWO_BOYS" id="TWO_BOYS">TWO BOYS.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"A fellow can't have any fun,"</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Says Harry, at the pane;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"I wish the tiresome day were done—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">I hate the horrid rain.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">That boy looks jolly over there;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">His clothes are nice and old;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">I'm sure his mother doesn't care</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">How often he takes cold."</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"Some fellows do have lots of fun,"</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Sighs Jimmy, in the street;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"Up at the window there is one</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Who has enough to eat,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">And books to read, and clothes to wear,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">And pleasant things to see;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">I don't believe that boy would care</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">To change awhile with me."</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2><a name="SCIENTIFIC_PUZZLES" id="SCIENTIFIC_PUZZLES">SCIENTIFIC PUZZLES.</a></h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 215px;"> -<img src="images/ill_025.jpg" width="215" height="300" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 1.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/ill_026.jpg" width="300" height="287" alt="" /> -<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 2.</span> -</div> - -<p>Fig. 1 is an illustration of centrifugal force, or the tendency of a -body revolving rapidly around a fixed centre to fly off from that -centre. A tumbler is placed upon a round piece of card-board, to which -strings are attached so that they hold the glass firmly in place. Some -water is poured into the glass, and it can then be swung round the head -without the water being spilled, even when the glass is upside down. For -the experiment shown in Fig. 2 a wine-glass, a piece of cork, a plate, -and some water will be needed. Pour the water on the plate, light a -piece of paper resting on the cork, and cover the flame with the glass -turned upside down. What follows? The water rises in the glass. The -reason is that the burning of the paper having consumed a part of the -oxygen in the air, its volume is diminished, and the pressure of the -outside atmosphere forces the water into the glass.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> -<img src="images/ill_027.jpg" width="700" height="347" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">BEFORE DAYLIGHT—CHRISTMAS MORNING.<br /><br /> -"Merry Christmas, Grandpa! What you going to give us?</span> -</div> - -<p style="clear:both;"> </p> - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Begun in No. 101, <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>.</p></div></div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, December 13, -1881, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC. 13, 1881 *** - -***** This file should be named 50502-h.htm or 50502-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/0/5/0/50502/ - -Produced by Annie R. 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