Jasper County Democrat, Volume 5, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 October 1902 — FOR THE LITTLE ONES. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

FOR THE LITTLE ONES.

How Henry Ward Beecher Learned «n Important Lesson of Life. Friends of Henry Ward Beecher repeat a story which he used to tell, about his teacher, who taught him to depend upon himself. “I was sent to the blackboard and went, uncertain, full of whimpering. “ ‘That lesson must be learned/ said my teacher in a very quiet tone, but with terrible intensity. All explanations and excuses he trod under foot with utter scomfulness. ‘I don’t want any reason why you haven’t it/ he would say. “ ‘I did study it two hours.’ “ ‘That is nothing to me. I want the lesson. You may not study it at all or you may study it ten hours. Just suit yourself. I want the leeson.’ “It was rough for u green boy, but it seasoned me. In less than a month I had the most intense sense of intellectual independence and courage to defend my recitations. “One day his cold voice fell upon rao in the midst of a demonstration, ‘No.’ I hesitated and then went hack to the beginning, and on reaching the same point again ‘No!’ uttered in a tone of conviction barred my progress. “ ‘The next 1’ And I sat down in red confusion. “He, too, was stopped with ‘No!’ but went right on, finished and as he sat down was rewarded with ‘Very well.’ “ ‘Why/ whimpered I, 1 recited it just as he did, and you said “No!”’ “ ‘Why didn't you say “Yes” and stick to it? It is not enough to know your lesson; you must know that you know it You have learned nothing till you are sure. If all tho world says “No!” your business is to say “Yes!” and prove it.’ ”

Good Night. Little boy sweethcsirt, with eyes that shine Blue as the skies on a summer morn. JJps that are wreathed In a smile divine. Velvety cheek thut Is pressed to mine. Life has seemed fairer since you were bom; Fold up your petals, my rosebud white; Good night, my baby, good night. Good night. Little boy sweetheart, I love you so! How deep that love you will never know; Night after night, when my work la through. Worn out and weary, I come to you. Bend o'er your couch till upon my ear Falls a faint music I yearn to heor, Made by your breathing so soft and light. Good night, my baby, good night. Good night. Then by your side as I nightly kneel To the All Father 1 make appeal. That he will guide you and guard and bless. Touch you with love and unselfishness. Mold you and lead you life's path along. That you grow manly and true and strong. That he may grant you a future bright. Good night, my baby, good night. Good night. —Denver News.

Jenny and Her Goat. Little Jenny is five years old. She has a goat five months old. It follows Jennv like a playful little dog. It nibbles bread and green lettuce out of her hand. Sometimes in play it butts its little head against Jenny, and then Jenny pretends to tumble down. But it Ls all fun. The goat would not hurt her little mistress. “Kiddy, Kiddy,” say’s Jenny. “Ma-al” says the little goat. Then Kiddy pretends to be cross and to butt Jenny, and Jenny pretends to tumble down and to t>e very angry. So then there is a great fuss. But it is all only play. To Put an Egg In a Bottle. Take u hard tailed egg and a common water Ixrttle. Snell the egg. Light a piece of paper and threw it burning into tho water bnttla What

will happen ? The air in the bottle expands from the effect of the heat and escapes jxirtially, leaving after r short while only a very little thin end hot air in the bottle. Now place the egg on tho mouth of the bottle like a cork, without pressing it in. The air in the bottle will as soon as the paper is burned and the heat decreases cool off and beoome dense, while the egg, following the atmospheric pressure, will slip into the neck of the bottle and finally fall to the bottom with a loud report.

EGG ENTERING BOTTLE.