Jasper County Democrat, Volume 6, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 July 1903 — FOR THE LITTLE ONES. [ARTICLE]

FOR THE LITTLE ONES.

How Brave Antonto Saved Hie Play* mates Prom the Mad Bull. The most heroic act I know of was that of a .tittle Italian named Antonio, who 'was -sent to the country by a mission for-a fortnight. A wealthy farmer‘kook. him. This farmer had two children, Ethel and Johnny. Ethel was six years of age-and-Johnny was twelve, Antonio being-only ken. Ethel had been sick for a long time, and on the day I am telling of her mamma had put her in a hammock in the orchard, and to keep out the sun she threw over it a scarlet shawl as a sort of awning. Antonio was whittling near hex, and Johnny was reading-a book. Now, Leslie, the children’s papa, had a young bull, which he kept in the shed on acoount of its being very wild. The . heat and the flies bothered him *> that he at last was so desperate that he broke through the shal door, knocked down the barn gate-and headed for the orchard. Seeing the red shawl, he darted for it. Mrs. Leslie "was on the veranda with a maiden aunt, and upon BCC* ing what had happened she was 6truck dumb with terror. Johnnie threw down his book and “ran for his life,” but Antonio, brave Antonio, was as cahn as could be. He snatched the red shawl from, its place and ran out of the orchard, with the bull after him, down the lane Into a meadow where hay was being made, the bull following. The haymakers lassoed the infuriated beast and then killed'him with their pitchforks. Then, turning to. Antonio, who had swooned, they tenderly carried him 'home, where he soon reoovered. He never went back to the city, not after that’ He was adopted by Mrs. Leslie’s maiden- aunfc Cor. New York Press. The Sugar Pten* Tree. Hama jroo OMr beavd -of the euga* *him UwT J lte a name of gwmk vwornnl M Wonaa on <te above of the Lolttpop m h<bnwte>tfßhitXr>loon. 9ha Mt that M baan ts *o vondroualy (AaChon* wtobwes-taeted IX say) That aqpd o*o* cbOdm hove only *o eat Of tut (MR to'be'bocpy next day. When you gat to the Ran you would have a bora time Tu oagtun tbeXeuM wteeb I sing; The tree is so toll thM no person eon id OttUßtk To the boughs where the sugar ptums gwtngf But op In that tree aNra choeoiote cat. Aim)' a gingerbread dog prowls below, And this Is the way you -contrive to get at Thoao sugar pfanne tempting you so: You say but the wood te that gingerbread And ha barks with sash terrible seat That the chooolate cal te at onse all agog. As her swelling proportions attest; And the chocolate -eat goes cavorting around From this leafy limb unto tbnt, ’And tha-sugar ptums tumble, of course, to the ground. Hurrah for that cboeolate cat! There are marshmallows, gumdrops and Deooermtnt canes. With strtpinga of scarlet or gold. And you carry away of the treasure that rains As rouob as your apron can hold! Bo ootne. IttOe child, cuddle closer to me In your dainty white nightcap and gowa. And ru rook you away to that sugar plum tree In the garden of Shut-Bye town. —XXigene Field.

Can't See the Glue**. For this game use a basket of apples, bananas, peanuts or bonbons. The starting point is marked by the basket and the goal by a book or anything that happens to be handy. Bee that each person present has a dean, new pin. Every player has three minutes in which to get apples or other trophies out of the basket and run around the room with them. The fruit u, of course, speared and held on the pin. The young person who in three minutes’ time lands most apples at the goal is winner in the contest.