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SHAWNEE-ON-DELAWARE, PA.
HARRINGTON MILLS, Manager
Modrn Fire Proof Construction,
To be open in Jane 1911.
Tmo hoars fron fleui York City, Three hours from Philadelphia,
fifteen Minutes from the Delaware Water Gap Station.
THE NEW I8-H0LE GOLF COURSE SHAWNEE COUNTRY CLUB
Tennis Courts Garage Boating Magnificent Scenery
In this Beautiful Valley of the Upper Delaware and along the sides of
the Surrounding Hills, Bungalows and Summer Dwellings are being built.
For Information regarding sites and a beautiful illustrated, descriptive book, write to
ROSSITER REALTY CO.
SHAMNEE ON DELAWARE.
PINEHURST DEPARTMENT STORE
Complete and Modern Equipment in Every
Department, with Prices on Par
with Northern Markets
Plain and Fancy Groceries
Dry Goods, Boots and Shoes, Notions, Men's Furnishings, Drugs.
Complete Equipment for Men and Women for All Out Door Sports.
Field, Trap and Pistol Ammunition.
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Jiggfr Hiram Ricker & Sons
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Tea served afternoons from three to six o'clock
European Plan Centrally Located Orders taken for Sandwiches, Cake and Candy
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How il Knun llniemlered and
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DICK lived in India.
His home was a long,
white-washed bunga
low with a thatched
roof and green rails to
the veranda and all
about the bungalow
flowers bloomed all the
year round, great fiery-
hibiscus flowers, and starry jasmine, and
beautiful red flame-of-the-forest, and the
drooping, golden sprays of the amultas
tree. Dick was quite a little boy, and
he lived with his father and mother miles
and miles away from any other
English people. He had no brothers
and sisters, so he was rather lonely,
but he was a happy little boy, and all
the Indian servants loved "Dicky Sahib,"
as they called him, because he was so
round them, and even Dick helped a lit.
tie, for he took all the money out of his
red savings-box and gave it to the poor
villagers.
One day Dick got up very early in the
morning to go out for a ride on his pony
Dapple. His bearer helped him to dress
and mother gave him his bread and
milk ; then Jagoo the Syce (or groom)
brought Dapple to the veranda steps,and
Dick rode away, with Toby, the little
fox terrier, running after him.
"Be a good boy, Dick," called mother,
"and come in before the sun gets hot."
They went down the dusty road, Dick
and Dapple and Jagoo, and Toby, and
presently they came to a big grove of
mango trees. The leaves were all dry
and dusty, and no delicious mango fruit
hung on the trees, for the hot winds had
killed all the sweet-scented blossoms. It
was very still and quiet under the trees,
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cheerful and good-tempered and they
did their best to amuse him and please
him.
Now, when Dicky was eight years old,
a sad thing happened. For when the
seed was sown in the field, and the time
came for the rain to fall, and make the
crops grow,, no rain came, only dry, hot
winds which burnt up the young crops.
Day after day the poor people gazed up
to the bright blue sky ; but not a cloud
floated across it, only the fierv sun shone
down upon them till the earth was hot
and dry under their feet.
And then food became very dear, and
the people had little to eat, and there
was misery in the land. The cows and
oxen died for want of food, for all the
green grass was parched ; the little chil
dren were so thin that they looked like
skin and bone. Dick's father and moth-
er did all they could to help the people
only the silvery call of the bright yellow
mango bird sounded up among the
branches, or a little hungry, grey mon
goose crept among the rustling leaves
below. Suddenly there rose through the
stillness, the cry of a little baby. Dick
stopped his pony and looked about him.
"Where is the child that cried ?"he asked
Jagoo the Syce. Jagoo looked all round
too. "I do not know,Sahib," he replied,
"I see no child." But Toby, the terrier,
was running here and there,whining and
searching. Presently he stopped at a
heap of dry leaves and began to bark,
and from under the leaves they heard
again the wailing cry of a baby. Then
Dick jumped ofl his pony and helped
Jagoo to brush away the leaves, and
there in a basket lay a tiny brown baby
with a very thin little face and great
black eyes.
'Oh, poor, poor little baby," cried
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