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IIKIV ALONE.
Vh"n yer pa an ma baa son 'way
T tome folk r a play.
An' yer lft a-l--.-.
What'i that drefful m-o-a-n
'At KOfm creepln round th back shed.
An mtkct yer hair atand on yer bead.
An yer heart drop with a alck chu
Right to yer toe 'af on the ru?
The wind? That lone woo-oo-oo?
Not much! Ifa a Gobble-um-coo.
That what 'tla who'i fettlr, tbroufh!
A Gob.lum. Gobb'lum, GobbMum--oo!
When yer pa an' ma haa gon 'way
T nome folks er a play.
An yer left a-l-o-n-e.
What makea Carlo c-r-o-a-n.
An' prick hla eara an' spread his eye.
An' straighten up there where he ilea.
As fidity aa a do can be
'At's heard something he can't aeT
A mouse? That faint eree-oo-oo?
Not Much! It's a Gobble-um-goo.
That's what 'tis who'a prying; through,
A Gobb'lum. Gobb'lum, GobrIum-g-oo!
When yer pa an' ma has irone 'way
T some folks er se a play,
An' yer left a-I-o-n-e,
Keelln cold's a s-t-o-n-e.
What's that black thing a-tremblln' there
On the curtain, clout by yer chair,
Ilke a man outside p;kln' In,
An' wobblln' round his big old chin?
Y-r hadder? That big ahoo-oo-oo?
Not much! It's a Gobble-um-goo.
That's what 'tis who's peekln through,
A Gobb'lum, Gobb'lum, Gobb'lum-goo!
When yer pa an ma has gone 'way
T e some folks er ce a play.
An' yer left a-l-o-n-e.
Why ain't thy nome t-o-n-e,
'At will break the awful quiet,
An' make a noise, leastways try It,
Jjt' so 't drownd that poundln' clock.
An make yer feel Uggh! what a shock!
The door-knob? That rat'ly-oo-oo?
Yes'r-ree! It's no Gobble-um-goo
But pa an' ma who's comln' through.
No Gobb'lum-goo; Hur-roo, Hur-roo!
Richard Braunsteln.
THIS WAITER FELLOW.
Sydney Dayre.
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winter, eoiiiew nere uu iuo i a-
cific Coast," the doctor had said; and1
mother had caught her breath, for
there was more to be thought of than
the separation, which was bad
enough. j
"I don't see how it can be manag
ed," said Phil, when lie was alone
with her.
4It must be," she said, recalling1
last winter with the weeks of grippe
and pneumonia. j
"There isn't much money to go
on."
"But there is enough for an invest-'
ment in your health." I
"What is the trouble?" Uncle
Mark, noticing the grave faces, came
near to listen. i
"Doctor Brand has been talking
nonsense to mother," said PhilJ
"Telling her I must go to California. 1
As if I couldn't brace up and do very
well here."
Uncle Mark looked at the boy's
slight frame, unequal, he knew, to
the demands upon it of the enthusias-j
tic spirit within, and remembered
that there had been consumption in
the family only a little way back.
"I'll send him," he said.
"Uncle Mark! It would be too
much."
"Oh, I don't mean that it should
be so very much. I'll put you there
and keep you at a good place till you
are able to swing yourself. And you
can pay me when you are able."
"In four months, certainly," said
Phil, eagerly, "I ought to be strong
enough to come home. The winter
will be nearly over.
"Four months be it, then."
A little later Phil Graham, rejoic
ing in every breath of the sun-blest
air, found himself pleasantly located
in what was a half sanitarium, half
boarding-house. A few invalida were
there, some older people accompanied
by younger ones, among whom Phil
found agreeable companionship. All
that he had ever heard of the land
of the palm amd the orange he seem
ed to more than realize as, wisely set
ting aside everything except what
might tend to the recovery of his
health, he gave himself up to delights
which with least expense came with
in his reach.
He continually sought the benefi
cent fresh air, with its blessed bur
den of glowing sunshine; read a lit
tle, joined heartily in all the sports
liked by young and old through his
genial good fellowship and readiness
of the young people, making himself
to be kindly and helpful to those
about him.
All too soon the months flew by,
and Phil was obliged to acknowledge
to himself that although his health
was much improved he could by no
means yet call himself strong.
"You ought not to think of going
back yet," said a doctor with whom
he had made friends. "It would be
perilous for you to encounter all the
early springtime changes of weather
in the East."
Phil felt that this was correct, but
what was he to do? Apply to his
mother? Never! Apply to his uncle?
Never, again.
He tried to obtain light work in the
near-by town, but found that every
thing seemed filled by those who
were, like himself, striving for a foot
hold for the sake of the climate.
"Well," he said to . himself , as he
one day went in to dinner, "we hear
much about God's free air, but just
here it seems not free to me."
There wan some little friction as
contrasted wjth the usual smooth
running of things at the table. Mis
takes wpre made, and guests waited,
long: to bi served. At length thej
head of the house came and apologlz- j
ed for the shortcomings, explaining j
that to of his waiters had left sud
denly, and he had not yet been able;
to fill their places. j
As Phil waited with the others a;
sudden thought came to him. "I
could do that." He applied for a;
place and obtained it. !
"Now, I wonder what my friends,
here will think, or say," he thought'
to himself, as, with his white linen j
apron on the next morning he took !
his place in the dining-room. "Well, j
I don't care much. It's so good to I
be where I can write to mother and ;
Uncle Mark that I'm earning my liv-l
ing and a little more, that I'm willing i
to stand a little snubbing."
There was snubbing; not much, butj
Phil was forced to own to himself j
that what there was could not be call- j
-d pleasant. The older people and
Home of the younger ones met his ser
vices with a matter-of-course friend- j
liness, a few others showed plainly j
that being now a waiter he was no!
longer regarded as one of them; and:
Mr. Frank Percival, a young fellow j
who was there with his Uncle, stared
haughtily at the new waiter, as if in
dignant at his having ever presumed
to consider himself as his equal, and
offered him a tip!
The blood rushed to Phil's face,
and he was turning angrily away
when, with a swift second thought,
he checked himself.
"It's a part o fit," he said to him
self, as he bowed and took the grat- i
uity.
Some of the friendly ones clapped'
their hands, casting indignant glances,
at Frank. j
"Well, well how's this " Mr.'
Garde, an elderly gentleman, who al
ways read at table, and delayed so
long as to tire out the waiters, look-i
ed up in kindly inquiry as Phil
brought his coffee after the other:
diners were gone. j
" "This, I mean," he added, touching
the white apron. "A wager, or some
thing of that kind, I suppose. You
boys are always up to capers."
"Nothing of that kind at all, sir,"
said Phil. "I want to stay out in this
country. I can't let my relatives sup
port me any longer, and this is all I
can get to do."
"That's it, hey? Well, I hope
you'll make a good waiter. Be sure
you always bring my plates hot."
As there were other things con
nected with the duties of a waiter,
Phil found it easy to keep much out
of the way of those with whom he
had lately consorted, as was his pref
erence, although there were many of
them who felt only admiration for a
young fellowr who would do what
came in his way, rather than be a
burden to any one.
Mr. Garde appeared to take to the
new waiter, to judge by a good deal
of friendly chaffing and domineering
on his part; and, at the end of a
month or so, sought an interview
with him.
"I think you are pretty capable as
a waiter now, and might graduate,"
he began.
"I don't see my chance for that
yet," said Phil.
"I am wanting some one to do a
little overseeing on a ranch. Would
you like to try it?" asked Mr. Garde.
"You could only expect one answer
to that," said Phil, the beam in his
eyes emphasizing his delight in the
proposition.
"A few months of outdoor life
might fit you for, say, a place in my
bank." And as Phil breathlessly
waited to hear more he went on: "I
like the kind that will do what they
can when they can't do what they
would."
"Bank? Bank? What's this
they're talking about a position in a
bank?" Frank Percival asked it as
some of the house chat came to his
ears. '
"Mr. Garde's going to take Phil
Graham into his bank," he was told.
"That waiter fellow? Why, my fa
ther has been trying to get me in
there."
"It looks as if some one else was
getting in. And that 'waiter fellow
is going to have a good chance.
Christian Intelligencer.
THE VACANT WOOD.
"O, Alicia is having such a beauti
ful, beautiful visit just one round
of social pleasures while I'm doing
nothing but rusticating all summer!"
Beth Carter sighed as she tossed
aside the letter which she had been
reading. "She writes of such glori
ous times. I'm afraid my side of
the correspondence is very dull, for
I've nothing to tell."
"It seems to me you might find
lots to tell about this beautiful place
the highland wood, the mountain
stream, and the wonderful view of
the valley land, which we get from
the piazza," Aunt Flo observed with
enthusiasm.
"O, she wouldn't care for a de-
icrfption of the country, howeTer
picturesque it might be. I mean that
there nothing to do here." Beth re-
plied impatiently. "What good are
the woods If they're vacant, and one
tlreii of gazing at the view, which
giTes an impression of vast Ioneli-
ness. and it is no fun rowing or fish-
ing Just by ours, res all the time."
"I dare aay the woods aren't va-
cant, for I've run across some very
pretty, home-like little houses during
my long walks, and I'v seen tome
very interesting looking children
playing about the doors," said Aunt
Flo. "There's something in this hlgh -
land air that makes me want to walk
for miles and miles. I'm just setting
out now. Come go with me."
"O. I'm not in the mood for walk-
ing this morning," Beth answered
wearily. "Get Uncle Dan to go with
you."
"Your Uncle Dan isn't well enough
for the walk this morning; and If
you don't go with me, I'll have to go
alone," said Aunt Flo as she started
down the path which led from the
bungalow to the woodland.
Beth Carter, whose parents had
died when she was a wee little girl,
made her home in the city with her
uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Dan
U'arron fr Warrpn'n rtpaltr, rind
T &A A A V A - v iw M Ml a
broken down in the early spring, and j ouc BluuukiU "I,,, .
at last his physicians had sent himLTbere nev" WR8 "V0
away to the heart of the highland "VV
wood for the summer. Mrs. Warren! buX d befl be out working when she
and her niece had accompanied hlm;jge
and Beth was spending a rather lone-J. f M,Iss CoIby p"1 on her gardea
ly vacation, separated from her j b' and WM YeT? hnB P her
schoolmates and with none of the so-i we,?. "Peas-
cial diversions which in former vaca- . , The pal Pulle asters were In ful!
t!cns she had enjoyed. b o..m' and SadIe bent over to 6me11
"Isn't the breath of the highland ,ot
wood refreshing? and don't you like
to follow the pathways which lead
you through the very heart of nature
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sweet, wild, uncultured nature: '
tti ! !
along the way.
"Nature is pretty enough, I sup
pose, but I'm always Impressed with
che loneliness of the vacant wood."eds arefabout ripe. I'll gather
Beth replied as she followed some-
what behind her aunt. I
"But it isn't vacant," Mrs. Warren
argued.
"O, I know that there are creep
ing things and birds and snakes O!"
and Beth gathered her skirts more
closely about her. "But I mean hu
man life. The woods seem so remote
and quiet and deserted. One finds ' them' said Miss Colby. "I will give
only an occasional hut and wonders!30" a PaPer bag
how human beings ca nbe content to
live here."
"Well, I've made some very nice
friends here, and I believe I'll take
you to see them this morning," Mrs.,
Warren announced as she led the way
down a wooded slope to a dell, all
carpeted in moss and overhung with1
a canopy of reddening boughs.
As they heard the foot of the
slope they could hear a monotonous
voice reading aloud in a slow, hesi
tating manner, stumbling over the
words and mispronouncing most of
them.
"Look," Aunt Flo bade her niece,
"there beyond the sassafras bush."
Beth did as she was told, and saw a
tall, barefooted, plainly clothed girl
standing before a group of children,
ranging from her own age down to
infancy, seated upon the moss. They
were looking up at the reader as if
wholly unaware of her deficiencies in
the art. It seemed to Beth that she
had never seen a more attentive au
dience. "Who are they? and what are they
up to?" she inquired in a whisper.
"They are the Todd children; and
Ann Eliza, the oldest one, and also
the only one who has ever attended
school, Is reading aloud to the oth
ers and trying to teach them. Poor
child! She has a very hard time, for
she knows very little to teach, and;
reading is painfully difficult to her.
But the little ones are eager to learn,
and the summer school is progressing
nicely .considering the circumstances.
I ran across them just here one morn
ing not long ago. They live in that
cabin down yonder at the foot of the
glade. You can see the blue smoke
curling up from the chimney, al
though the house is hid by shrub
bery. I have read to them some and
tried to help the teacher. But you
know I never was' a good reader,
while you have given the subject
more time than any other at school,
and have taken the prize as the best
reader in your class, and have always
been chosen to take the leading part
in the expression entertainments.
Can't you read to them from their
own book just a simple little story
or else tell them a tale? You know
lots of splendid ones that you used to
tell during the Saturday story hour
at the kindergarten, you remember,"
said Mrs. Warren. And then, with
out waiting for a 'reply, she led the
way into the out-of-door school.
After a moment's hesitation, Beth
tv cuf auu uci auui auuuuuucu.
confidently: "Good morning, little?
teacher and pupils. I have brought
you a visitor this morning, a young j
lady who will read aloud to you and
tell you some nice stories." j
"Mornin," the children replied in
chorus, and the teacher added
"Thankee," as she handed Beth the
oil-cloth bound reader and sat down
on the moss beside her sisters and
brothers. Mrs. Warren sat down, too;
and Beth, finding herself standing
before a very attentive audience with
an open book in her hand, could
think of nothing else to do hut read.
So she turned to a familiar little
story and began. There was a qual
ity In her voice which won the In
stant attention of listeners, and she
,had a gift of expression which vivi
fied the meaning of what she read to
such an extent as to present the pi-.
tare immediately bfor the eye of
the audience. The children sat x If
enrapt with a novel delight, and
when the itory ended they clapped
their little bandi eagerly. Beth was
to pleased thst the tat down on the
nou in front of them and told them
tome of her very best kindergarten
stories. It was nearly nooa when
Mrs. Warren and her niece bade the
little school good-bye. but Beth did
not It without m prorata to come
back often and assist the teacher in
her work and tell other delightful
tales.
1 "I'm glad to find that the woods
f are not vacant, after all. They don't
seem near so lonely now that I've
Mound that I'm needed here," said
J Beth as she and her aunt followed
'the path back to the bungalow.
Christian Advocate.
THE POPPY PATH.
Miss Colby was very fond of her
garden, with its gravel walks. While
she felt kindly toward children, she
did not always like to have them en
ter her garden, certainly not unless
she herself was there.
"There comes Sadie Pimer across
her father's potato-field," she said
' " , " u M,S8
f,olby; A They are for seed. You see
1 v.ed pufPle JTn on them "
) "Oh. what a n rp warl" bsH Sodlo
, " ' "
What are those things with the rec
gs with the red
yarn tied on them?"
"Poppies," replied Miss Colby.
"The leaves fell off long ago, and the
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, So 8be aru"y pulled off all the
beads that had red Tn tied under
mem.
"There are ever so many more
left," said Sadie, touching the dry
heads and making the little seeds rat
tle Inside.
You may have those if you want
Sadie gathered all the brown heads
that were left, and the seeds rattled
out of them into the bag when she
shook it.
"I shall have hundreds and hun
dreds of red popples next summer
in my yard!" she exclaimed joyously,
dancing off down the path. "I'm
going to tell mamma, and thank you,
Miss Colby!"
So out of the yard she went, and
began to cross the potato-field, shak
ing the bag to make the seeds rat
tle, never dreaming there was a little
slit of a hole down in one corner.
Suddenly she saw some potato
bugs, and darted off on one side
making a wide circuit, for she had a
horror ofpotato bugs. Then she
came to a rock, and jumped over
it; and then she ran straight home.
"Seems to me there are not many
seeds," said ber mother, when she
looked into the bag. "The heads are
all empty. O, Sadie, here's a hole!
Your seeds have all run out!"
Sadie almost cried, but she set her
lips tight and bore it. If Miss Colby
had known, she would have given
her, more seeds; but Sadie did not
like to tell her.
When the potatoes were dug, Mr.
Pimer evened off the ground and
sowed it to grass. He was going to
have a mowing lot the next summer,
he said. But what do you supposed
happened? It turned out to be the
prettiest mowing lot you ever saw.
As the grass grew up, something
else grew up with it; but nobody no
ticed till a little before haying-time,
when all of a sudden poppies began
to bloom. They bloomed along in a
line from Mr. Pimer's fence to the
foot of a frock, where they rioted in
a big clump. Then thye ran off in a
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wide half-circle, and then proceeded
straight to Ml Colby's back gate.
That is Sadie's popy path!" said
Mrs. Flmer.
"They shan't be mowed down."
said Mr. Pimer.
And all the ret of the summer,
whenever Sadie could think of an er
rand to take her to Miss Colby's, she
walked by the popPT aa w
so happy that I think yoa may say
jou never saw such a happy little
jrl. Mary L. B. Branch.
"IT WAS nitOTlIKIt JIM."
On the coast of Scotland the storm
, raged all night with wild and relent
less fury and as the morning broke
, dull and gray, the storm ceased not Its
fearful warfare. Tlie villagers arose
and cocaine need their dally tasks. In
fear and trembling. Suddenly the
boom of a cannon was heard. Every
body hastened to the beach for they
knew It was a signal of distress. Then
they looked out upon the mountain
of rolling waves ar;d far out they
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their captain. MacGregor. He could
not be found. Finally, the second
In command ordered the crew Into
the boat, pushed the frail craft into
the angry waters and the boat was
soon lost to view. A half hour went
by and the anxious watchers on shore
were rewarded by seeing the boat
reach the shore and grate upon the
beach. As the people gathered
around the rescued and the rescurers,
some one asked: "Did you get them
all?" The answer was: "We got
them all but one. That poor fellow
was frozen to the mast. Our boat
was in danger of being swamped any
moment and so we left him." Just
then a giant sailor stalked forward
and said: "Well, he Is worth saving;
we will go after him." It was Mac
Gregor, the captain. Some one touch
ed him on the hem of his great coat
and looking around he saw that it
was his aged mother. With tears
streaming down her face she said to
her boy: "Oh, John, don't go out
there this time. This is the anniver
sary of your father's death. He died
on just such a mission. Your brother
Jim left our little home seven years
ago, to be a sailor lad. We haven't
heard from him since, and doubtless
he has met a similar fate. You are!
my only comfort, my only aid. Please
stay with me.' With his own voice
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