Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 August 1892 — LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. [ARTICLE]

LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS.

THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPE*.\ Quaint Sayings and Doings of Little Ones Gathered and Printed Here for Other Little Folks to Read. The Three Little Chickens. Three little eblekeus went out one day: WbUe their mother was scratching they hid away. Said the little black chicken to the little white chicken. “Let you and I and the littlo gray chicken All keep out of sight TIU the coming of night. And clve our fussv old mother a fright" So the three little chickens started and run Through the gruss and bushes, and thought it was fun. Said the little gray chicken to the little black chicken. As they stopped to rest with the little white chicken, “If a great big cat, Or a fierce gray rut Should eat us up, what would ma think of that?" When night came down, the poor little toes Of these naughty chickens were almost froze. “Peep, peep, peep!" said the little black chicken; “Peep, peep, peep!" said the little gray chicken; “Oh, dear, dear!" said the little white chicken; “If I were the king, I’d give everything I had to be under mother’s soft wing.” Then a great wild hawk went sailing by, Hl;h up in the red of the sunset sky. “Alas! alas!” said the little white chicken; “My soul! my soul!” said the little gray chicken; “On, dear, dear!” said the little black chicken. Then they fell on the ground, And made not a sound, While the hungry hawk sailed 'round and ’round. “Cluck! cluck! cluck!" they heard It plalnfi “Cluck! cluck! cluck!” it sounded agalp. “Ha! ha! ha!" said the little black chlckej; “Tra, la. la!” said the little white chicken “Hurrah! hurrah!" said the little gray chicken; “Mother's.calling, run! run! rati! Mother says ‘Come, chickies, come! You bad little biddies, come right straight home,’" —Clara Augusta, in Farm and Home.

Little Johnny on Style. I likes to see.folks put on style. If it wasn’t for them and the circuses it would be pretty dull sometimes. Mother always gets mad when she sees Mrs; Stuckup out riding, but I can’t see anything to get mad at, ’cept I wouldn’t like to be her little boy. I peeked into the window yesterday when they was having their lunch and they didn’t have anything but bread and cold liver. I hate liver. I am glad our folks stylish.—New York Herald. Politeness Pays. The old shying, “It pays to be polite,” has been illustrated again in the Tacoma Postoffice in favor of Mish Margaret J. Reese, the stamp clerk, a pretty young woman of 21, says a Tacoma correspondent. Landers, a grizzled, crabbed, onelegged old fellow, has a fine ferin on Vashon Island, near Tacoma. Although he lives the life of a hermit, it is believed that he is rich, for the Vashon fruit lands are amobg the most productive in the State, and his farm has been under cultivation for a number of years. He visits the Tacoma office every week or two, and he always asks Miss Reese to get his mail, for she went to considerable trouble in looking up a letter for him once, and he thinks no one else in the office is ts be trusted. Some months ago, after she had handed hfm his mail, he laid 8200 in gold on her counter, saying “That’s for you.” Before the astonished girl had comprehended the act he was gone. She was so indignant that she wept, and when Landers returned she gave back the money, telling him she supposed he had forgotten it. He was much hurt, but later he left at a local jewelry shop an order for a diamond necklace and earrings for her, and in explanation he said to the shopkeeper that she was the only person who had ever spoken a kind word to him. ~ The jewelry was refused also by Miss Reese, but Landers was not to be thwarted in his desire to make her understand his gratitude, for a day or two ago he stumped into the postoffice, and, thrusting a paper into her hand, remarked that it was something she could not return. Miss Reese, upon opening the document, found that it was a deed for five acres of land, which, she has been told, is worth 8600 an acre. She is at present in a quandary as to what course she shall pursue.

An Eloquent Girl Preacher. Fannie Edwards, the little girl preacher who Is creating such an excitement at Gosport, and who is but 14 years of age; has been preaching for the past four years. Her home is at Louisville. She claims to have received her knowledge of the Bible by close study and prayer, and is conceded to surpass many divines of mature years. While she is a Methodists her father and mother belong to »the Baptist denomination. She enjoys a romp with the children during her leisure hours, but is a power in the pulpit, and the church cannot accommodate the crowd.—lndianapolis News. A Working Boy. As I write, a coal cart has driven up to the house opposite, in charge of a boy, perhaps 17 years old. On a sidewalk a man with gray hair was leaning on his shovel waiting for the coal to be.dumped. The boy backed the cart, went in to have the ticket of delivery signed, hurried out and drew the pins from the backboard of the cart. He tugged and pulled to dump the cart, at last being assisted by the older man, who did not exert any degree of strength in his effort. At last the cart was dumped, and the man began to shovel the coal. While waiting for the man to get the coal out of the way, so that the balance of the coal would run out on the sidewalk, the boy drew from the pocket of his coat a woolen cloth, and began to polish and rub the heavy harness on the horse. On the blinders were .some ornaments of brass, and for this he used polish that he evidently kept for the purpose. He braided the horse’s mane with his fingers, and straightened and arranged the harness with evident pride and enjoyment. As I watched I thought, “I do not believe that boy will shovel coal when his head is gray. He uses his time to the advantage of his employer and

the improvement of his enaplcyer’s property. Somebody who needs service that demands devotion and industry will find this boy out and give him employment that his character fits him for.” When the horse was driven away he held his head up and stepped off as if he knew his personal appearance had been greatly improved. The young driver looxed at him critically, as if his standard had not yet been reached.—Christian Union. Good Dog. “Help,” the railway dog of England, has just died at New Haven. Foi thirty-five years he was guard of the tidal train from London to New Haven, and acted as collector for money in aid of the orphan fund oi the Amalgamated Society of Railroad Servants. His mission was made known by a silver collar, to which was appended a silver medal, having on it the inscription: “I am Help, the railway dog of England, and traveling agent for the orphans of railway men who are killed on duty. My office is at 53 Colbrook row, London, where subscriptions will be thankfully received and duly acknowledged." Altogether he was Instrumental in obtaining upward of £I,OOO for the orphan fund. SayliigM of Children. It was a Chicago 4-year-old living on Grand bulevard who on discovering the sun and moon in the sky at the same time exclaimed: “There, the sun’s out and God’s forgot tc take ip site old moon.” Katharine heard her mother say, “Cousin Florence will shake in hei Shoes when she stands up to be marsired.” A week after the wedding day came, and Katharine said ; “Mamma, let the' go; I ‘Want to see 1 Cousin Florence shake her. shoes." “Cam you stand* on your head?’ asked a visitor of little Dudley. “No," he replied; “it la too high up.’ MAMMA—WiII you have some mon pudding, pet,?, Little I'et —No ma'am; I’m full. Mamma Hor rorsl' ’ You mustn’t say you’re full. It isn’t nice. Little Pet—l meat my ’tomach’s full.