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10 This Central Baptist. March 4, 1909. can be hatched from pussy-willows if a fellow only finds out just how to do it. I'm going to try again if I come visiting next School Times. WHY THE GOAT BUCKED.

watched with wide-open eyes while grandpa sprinkled and turned the eggs in the incubator. S'pose there'll be any chickens be THE INDIAN CEMETERY AT CREAM BAKING POWDER Protects the food from the taint of alum and phosphatic acids. SAN XAVIER MISSION, ARIZONA. BY SARA TEASDALE. Under the stars and under the sun, Under the scanty rain, These graves of sand in a desert land Wait till He comes again.

Some have a cross of wood at the head, Painted and set awry, But the rest are bare of mark or care, And patiently watch the sky. Into a land He never knew, Lo how His words have spread, For they who bowed to the fire and cloud Sleep with a cross at their head. St. Louis, 1909. "Ted had already giveu him a name and what more natural than to call him 'Mr.

that being the name which is given to their monkeys by fully half the showmen of Egypt," writes Bradley Oilman in the March installment of his stirring adventure serial, "A Son of the Desert," which is appearing in "St. Nicholas." The story tells of an American boy who goes to Egypt and is captured and held by a band of outlaws in a desert gorge. An injured monkey comes into the bandits' camp and the friendless boy captive dresses its wounds, names it Mr. Malloly and finds its antics amusing. "So Mr.

Malloly recovered his health and his spirits and with this recovery his love of mischief returned. One of his first feats was to leap upon the back of a goat and ride him furiously around the camp. This was diverting to his young master and he wondered at the animation shown by the goat as soon as Mr. Malloly mounted his back; but this sudden activity was explained when he discovered that Mr. Malloly had obtained a pin, and, while he was seated in solemn silence on the goat's back, he was industriously sticking the pin into the poor creature, who naturally responded with frantic leaps and great bursts of speed, to the profound satisfaction of his impish rider.

It was probably a trick which the monkey had learned during his wandering career with his master, the showman; for many of these men have performing dogs, as well as monkeys and cobras, and the monkey usually travels about seated on the dog's back." THE TWINS' EXPERIMENT. BY PAY STUART. Harold and Helen had come from Boston to spend a fortnight at Grandpa Major's farm. They never tired of -following grandpa about the yard, asking questions about every new thing. Perhaps the poultry house was the biggest attraction of all.

It was great fun to gather the speckled eggs and fed the hens. Every night they fore we go home?" asked Harold. "Oh, yes," said grandpa, "by Wednesday night there ought to be a hundred or more pretty, yellow chicks." The next afternoon the twins came up through the orehard on their way from the brook, where they had been sailing boats and making waterfalls. Suddenly Harold stopped, his blue eyes fixed upon the cultivated willow tree. "The pussy-willows are out, Helen Only look! You just give me a boost aiid I'll shin up and get some." "You'll fall and break your neck, Harold Browning," said his sister.

"Won't either. You help me tip and when I get down I'll tell you the splendidest secret." With many a push and scramble, Harold started slowly up, climbing from limb to limb until he reached the silvery pussies. "Aren't they dandy and big?" he called, tossing down a handful of twigs to Helen. "But this willow is dreadful tough." "Now what's the secret?" asked Helen eagerly, when the breathless, hatless little fellow stood safely upon the earth once more. "You must promise not to tell, 'cause if they don't hatch folk might laugh." "What don't hatch?" "Why, the pussies.

You know the brooder lamp is burning. Grandpa plained to me that he was getting the heat ready for the chickens. Well, I'm going to put in some pussy-willows and before we go home you'll see some real, live kittens," he explained. "Are you real sure, Harold?" asked Helen doubtfully. "How can they grow feet and eyes and tails?" "Don't pollywogs turn into frogs? They lose off their tails and grow legs.

These pussies look more like kittens than eggs do like chickens," argued Harold, growing more positive every minute. "But they'll be white. I want a yellow kitten just like Grace Hollis' Goldie. Isn't there any way to hatch colored ones?" Harold looked puzzled. He sat on the door-stone and scowled and thought.

Then natural history came to his aid. He always asked questions and kept grandpa busy explaining things. "Grandpa told me about a toad that is green on the grass and brown on the tree trunk. If you want a yellow kitten, just find something yellow and put some pussy-willows on that. Get some black cloth, too, Helen," he called as she darted indoors.

Soon the two curly heads were bent intently over the brooder. "We mustn't put in many," advised Helen, "for what would we ever do with a hundred kittens?" "That's so," agreed Harold. "Let's put two on the orange peel and two on the black, 'cause erhaps both won't hatch, and three white ones. We'll give away those we don't want." "Grandma," asked Helen that even- NEARLY RESIGNED. SHOE FACTS.

But Held Position on Grape-Nuts. ing, "is a toad the color of what he stands on?" "You mean tree-toads, dearie? Yes, you can hardly find thein they look just as green as the leaves, or brown like the bark of the tree they are on. It is the way the good Lord took to make them safe from their enemies." "And do those wiggly pollywogs swimming in the brook, really and truly become frogs that hop?" continued Helen. "Yes, dearie. Queer things happen in the country, you think?" "Now will you believe me?" cried Harold.

"Look here, youngsters," said grandpa the next morning, "do you think my brooder is a museum? What under the sun are you saving trash for?" Then grandpa had to be let into the secret. "Well, well," he said, when his severe cough was relieved by a peppermint drop and the vigorous use of his handkerchief, "let 'em stay they don't take up much room. Only you must take your cats out as soon as they hatch, for I can't have 'em eating up my chicks." Then he hurried off to the barn to finish the laugh he had choked back in the twins' presence. "Ah me," he chuckled, "there are two kittens up in the barn this minute, but they'd love 'em to death. Better wait a day or so longer before they see 'em, I reckon." There came a day when the twins had to admit that their experiment was a failure.

The pussy-willows had shriveled and dried and there was no sign of even one lively kitten. "And we turned and sprinkled them every day," sighed Helen. "What do you think, grandpa?" asked Harold. "Well, well, I must say I don't have much hope of your hatching anything if you leave 'em there all summer. Better throw 'em away," advised grandpa soberly.

"Come with me and I'll show you something better than pussy-willows." He led the way to the loft, and with little squeals of delight the twins tumbled into the hay after two of the softest cutest kittens they had ever seen. Harold claimed the black kitten with a long tail and double paws. Helen cuddled the tiny gray and white one whose bob tuil was just like its mother, for Topsy was a Manx eat. "I say, youngsters," laughed grandpa, "old Topsy can beat you in raising kittens. They aren't the color of hay, either, you see." "Just the same," argued Harold stoutly, "I'm pretty sure that kittens There is no shoe in American which is growing more in favor with the ladies than the American Lady Shoe manufactured by the Hamilton-Brown Shoe Company, St.

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