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March 11, 1882.
%sC.oLDi-3N DAYS;-e
WHERE IS MY WILLIE?
Bkihhl. J. C.
wile;-e is my Willlo boy?
‘Vhei all in) be?
Where is the darling
I'm loiilriiig to see?
There are his slippers,
Aiiil little kill-.skii'I,
Ills Hilsll, null his tu l’lI1llI,
With its iciitIu-i- so pen.
But where is my Willie boy,
Tell me, who can '3
Why, here im 1... iniiinina,
In jacket, and panties,
And booties, and hat--
A iliie-looking fellow,
Quite stylish at that!
So toili up his petticoats;
Put them away,
Where Willie may lllllgll
At their smallness seine day.
And be glad-if you can-
That your baby has (-hanged
Into iiiozher's wee inan.
THE SILVER KETTLE.
A Fairy Story.
BY MRS. A. E. G. BIASKELL.
School was just about to be dismissed,
and there was the clatter of slates and
books as they were thrust into Satchels
and buckled up in straps, when the door
opened, and in walked zi stubby-looking
little man, with :1 tiglit-covered kettle.
“Aye! aye! good-day, sir!” he sang
out, tipping his high hat, and bowing
right and lett to the children.
“ Take a seat,” said the master.
“Thank you-no. I have cakes for
the children. VVlio has been best?"
The teacher pointed out a timid, shrink-
ing little girl in a corner.
“Tliiit’s enough,” said the man; and
he passed up one aisle and down an-
other, distributing; beautiful wliite-frost-
ed cakes. “IVhat is this?" he exclaimed,
as he reached the bottom of the kettle.
“I am sure I thought I was loaviiig the
very best cake for your best scholar, but
it appears there is iiotliiiig lolt buta very
coiuinon-looking ginge ea 'e."
“'l‘liiink you, sir," said the little girl,
tiinidly. . .
“Not at all," said the man, squiiitiiig
up his eyes; and then, with asqueaky
littlc grunt, he left the scliool-lioiise.
It was a jolly sight to see the children
going doivii the road, munching their
cakes; hut Aiinic, the best pupil, was
thinking whether she should save licrs
and eat it with her mother, or take JUST.
one bite now. At last, hunger tri-
uniplied. ‘
“U h!" she excliiiined, for her little
white teeth shut down on soinetliing
very hard, like a round, sinootli pebble.
“Whoever heard of putting‘ stones in
cakes?" laughed the eliild, as she took
out the obstruction and turned it over in
the palm of her hand.
Then she gave a cry of ii'oirder, l'or‘the
stone sparkled and quivercd in the alter-
noon sun like a thing of hie.
“ I verily believe it is a diamond,“ she
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gafllligt us see-let us see!” cried the
children, clustering around her.
Aimie showed the stone patiently, but
would not sufl'er it to go out of her
li
ands. . I H
“What will you do with it? asked
“ The baker must have lost it while
bakin r che cake,“ said Aiinie. " I must
overta e the man that gave it. to me, and
see what he knows about it.” .
“I’d like to see myself,” said a tow-
headed boy. “It is yours, Ainiie Foster,
and it will bring you lots of inoiiey."
“ But that wouldn‘t he lioncst, tor the
man only intended to give me the cake,
of oours ;“ and breaking away from her
coin anions, she ran alter the man.
“I ell, my little irl, what more do
you want?” ho ziskoi , as she came pant-
ing and pulling up to iiin.
“ Please, sir, who baked the mike you
gave me ”
“Indeed, that would be hard to tell,”
laiiglied the man, “ for it was baked. in
i'airy-land, and that is a good ten miles
from hero in the forest."
“ How would I find my way if I should
take anotion to go tliei'c?" slic askoil,
with a sigh.
“'I‘urn in yonder at the first rigid-
hand road, and liyoliseriimg IllL‘ piiili
minutely you will see it ' mlirlllliltal
with very small red lll()SStilIl.x
“And will I find the red bl< ..
where else 5"’
“No, none so small and bright any-
where else.”
“'I‘liauk you. sir I” and, with it coiirtnsy,
the little girl liasteiied to her ll0llI(‘.
“Oh, inaiiiiiia, ‘ ie exclziiiiieil, “ I shall
have to go to liiirw - and to-iiirirrliw, In re-
store this pretty diaiiioiid I fouiill iii a
ginger-cake a man give incl"
Now, Aimie's mother wa just.
oiiis no-
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honest. In fact, she had been the i:hild‘s ,
teacher. e gave her ready por-
iiiissioii, and the next day, wrapped up
warinlyifor frost had already appeai-ml,
tlioiigh it was only October-Aiiiiie
trudged forward on her errand of duty.
She soon found the tiny scarlet blos-
soms, aiirl followed wherever they led.
” "innate OFF This Lin.‘ suit I-‘Alli, in-i.niNo err Tllh‘. iu:rri.i=.'."
It was a long, weary walk for the little
girl, I it was eiidril at last, and tho
child stood before a pzilave that glittureil
ike silver in the sun.
She trembled w h fear when a black
dwarf appeared, and WlSll(‘!l to know, in
Hill‘ tones, “ what she wanted ‘I
“Please, sir, may I see the baker
The dwarf then led hor around to the
kitchen of the palace and pointed out to
her a little, fat man, all dresses! in wliitc.
“ Please, sir," iid Aiuiie, tiiniilly,
‘‘ did you lose a iliaiiioiid in a ginger-
cake that you were iiiakiiig?"
“ No," said the niiui; “ but the quecii
.,..
lost one the other day when she visited
the kitchen. It droppcd froin her brace-
let, and was a very valuablc ono. ’
Then he rang a tiiiklin<.: boll, and a
beiiiitifiil lady, robcd in pink satin, iiiado
made her appearaiico.
“ 'I‘liiH child has found ii vliainoiid which ,
she thinks Iiolongs to you," said the
baker.
“ You dcar child I” said tho fairy in lll‘l‘
silvery tones, “Pl)llll" up stairs into my
bell-rooin and we will soon 'isr'i'rt "
rphm, ‘,hlIlIlLll'1IllUlV(‘ll the la v llirouzh
halls and roonis of gorgooiis splendor,
Ill.
until they ro:u-,lie<l a tiny wliili--salined .
roo 1 ‘cowl willi gold ,
“ llnro is the l)l‘:I( U , lid Ilio fliiryt
““.'o will soon ROI‘ 'thr‘ Ill nioiill tits.
And she look out ii ulittiwiiig luind of
' liiix, and r 4-swl
9. int pliieo ii icre ii
costly diiimoiid li:id iicstluil.
“ Yes," said she, ” you see that it just
iits.” i
I . . . .
I " X vs, iua‘:iiii," snulod Annie. ” I am
so glad I have fouiiil the owner."
“ But why didn't you keep it, or sell
it 7"
“ Because it would n't have been
riglit,” she answered, with a look of sur-
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1. .
“’l'lien you must be rewarded. Ilow
would you like it l-wt1looi’o:ike.s"."’
“I am very fond of them,” smiled
Ainiie.
“ I dare s , you are hungry now?"
“ A little, iiia‘ain. My long walk did
Q .
likely,“ said the 41u0en,(lrily.
. ,. down here and rest, while I
lorder ll l(('l.1l[) of hot ciikos put up for
l you. “'oulil you like ihciii ici3(l'."'
‘ H Just as you pie; 0,
Then Ainiie was lelt for an hour or
liiiore all alone in the beautiful rooin,
, after which the queen appeared with n
, silver liitttlo.
" Take olftlic lid," she said, sinilingly,
liolding out tlic kettle.
Annie did so, and found it brimful of
a variety of the most (lelicioiis-lookiiig
cakes she ever saw. ,
I “Oh, thank you!" she said. “And
shall I return the kettle?“
“No; keep it, and never part with it, i
under any ooiisillor:itiuii.“
Then Aimic left the palace and found
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a silver mirriage waiting to drive her to l
the edge of the wood.
It did not take long to make the dis-
taiiee, and soon Ainiic found herself set ‘
down, to pursue the rest of the way, a ‘
short distaiice, on foot.
lie and her inziininn ate and ate of the
ciikes, until they really felt unoniiil"ort-
E
ilc.
“ They certainly are wondorl'ul," said
' Mrs. l<‘o.ster. “ Do ‘on think 'ou have
lput. (uiougli away lor tho ‘Vi ow (‘lif-l
I ford and the little liuno boy around the
l coruor ‘
l “Yes, nia’:uii: I think so. But they
are all gone now that were in the
kettle.“
, “ I tlimiizlit I saw one left as you shut
l down the in ."
“Wily, did you?“ said Ainiio, once
l ninrv roiuoving the cover, and lindiug,
to her -istoiiisliiiioiit, that the kettle was
ju-at ' as at lirst.
NI . l“ost0r held up her hands In
,.’IlIl:lZ1‘llll‘lli, and wondered what in tho
world they would ever do with so iuiiiiy ,
es.
“I know, iuainina. ll Aiinie. ““'e
willopen :1 hiik s 'liol“liiid till it up
with the (‘..‘llx't‘S that roiiio Hill of the
kettle. Thou youuan siayal llOIll(‘ all
l.lli‘ linie, niiiuiuia, and II ikv lots of
IIIUIH "on"! it ll(>1ll(‘t‘ '
.‘ll'.. l“o.stvr jiiiiipi-il at ihc idea, and
soon ill(‘ Hill‘ liltlc front window has
polislivil so lirigliily that it sliune trails-
parenl, and llliltll‘ ii good ilisplay ol' the
piles writ-iiipiiii<.: cakes that were within.
Ill1ISllI)l'llllIIi‘, Mrs.]'-‘osier beciiiiie VUTV
rich, and all tho good people around
her wonuloroil, but thouglit she was an
exiraordiiiary woman, and that ll(‘r pros-
perityzill oziino through her own ellorts.
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HOW WE LIVED IN THE CORN-FIELD
HY uAit<i.xiii-:1‘ ll.lI.kRV]‘1I'.
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My name is Maggie. l have :1 brother
l‘Ld<li(>. “'lir-ii we were little we were
nearly always together. “'0 had younger
brotlicrs and sisters, but we mostly
played by oiirsolves. We lived on a
beautiful l‘:irin,and inriuy pli-as-aiit hours
we spout roaniiiigovcr the liolds and
through the woods, picking berries and
wild-ilowers.
(hie day we were nauglity, and wore
piiiiislied. ‘ ng as Iliongli our hearts
would break, we ran out into the garden
and sat down under the elierry-trees to
t:ilk it ever and try and coiiifort each
otlicr.
“ Let's run away,“ said I.
“And never come back," answered
Eddie.
“Aiid live in tlieoorii-livid," I wont on.
“And niiikeii lioii:-la oui oi‘ fr-iico-rails.“
“Aiid out apples and hla<'kherries."
“All rigzht."
And willi our U‘.'ll‘!-I dried ‘Hill our sor-
rows alinost l'or;,;u1tcii, we jumped up,
ran through the oroliard, over the (-lm'nr-
iivld, past the wlivat, until we reiii-lioil
e lvii-acre lot, tilled with tall, green,
“'lI"llll.f 1‘4)rIl.
Laughing ix: ly, we clinihed over ilic
fence and Iiiirrled into the lung, sliady
‘-41 ornied bytlio rows of high corn-
sl
zilks.
Ilow ho:iuIil'iil wore the lt‘:IV05 above
our llt‘:IilS, like long. pzri-on rihhons, so
iiiany liuiiclies foriiiiiig a iii-(ted roof!
all along -is high as our liciids, we mw
l "s s ofpiiik and plllf‘-gI'l‘(‘ll
corn-silk. At almost every step we
ii:-arly trod upon li:il(-ripi-iiod pump-
kliis, like grcai yellow gloln-H, or tangled
our loci in the trailin 'iiiosof the wild
iiiorniiig-;;lory, with its sweet. snowy,
cup-like hiussniiis. '
“ lHli'l it nice in here 7" we asked each
other. 'l‘li<-n we called the corn our trees
and the puiiipklns iiiid llllll‘llll‘lg‘Klnl‘it‘R
our 7':Irll(‘ll. Next we llioughl we would
lJllll( our liuiise.
(hi oni‘ side of the mi-ii-tield, near the
fuiir-I-, lay a pile o‘ rails. We went to
this pile, and Eildio took hold nfniie end
of . rail,I tho other. Then we pulled
and uigged one rail allcriuiotlicr, until
our breath came short, and the heads
stood out on our forelicads. llul at last
we had carried nearly all the rails to the
middle of the lield. Then we thought it
time to sit down and rest.
We were soon up ayain, and at work.
Then we piled the rails up, one above
the other, in the form ofa hollow sqiiaro,
just as you iiiakcaoorii-ooh house. “'li(-n
our new home was linislicd-that is,
when we had iisod all our rails-it was
about as high as our chins, and large
enough for us both to sit in and inovc a
in 0.
“ What will we do for a roof?" asked
Eddi
“ I hv," said “I, “ if we put a roof on
e.
we l':ui‘t get in.
“ hen the rain and snow will oome
. " said ]‘ldtll(‘.
, never mind! VVo'll make R
bigger house before the rain and snow
eoiiie," replied
“llow can we sleep in it?" inquired
Ftl(ll(‘,, ..rl‘here isn't room for us to lie
we'll lic crooked," I explained.
i c both felt satisfied.
“ M:ig‘gi(-," hi-;;:iii lllddio, allor awhile,
“ we ought to have brought sonie cakes
with us.“
“No wo nuglil," I said; “but it's too
now. “'e‘ll liavo to go
and got. sonic ap )l(‘S."
in tho liolil-lic‘l see us,"
warned l-‘alrlie.
“Well. llil-ii,“ I declared, “ we'll have
to go to the woods the other side of the
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