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Show FOB BOYS AND GIRLS. SOME GOOD STORIES F03 OUR JUNIOR READERS. The Story of a Little Ctrl Who Called Upon Lord Cornwallla to Demand the Return of Her Stolen Cow Her Success. WHERE YE SPANKWEED GROWS. There's a corner in our garden, but my nurse won't tell me where. That little boys must never see, but always must beware. And in that corner, all the year, In rows, and rows and rows, A dreadful little flower called the Spankweed Grows! and games. If allowed to finish at a common country school he will have a fair education. The boy should have a room and a place for his things. He ought to have a pig or a calf. Ho might do as a boy in Kansas did. The farmer gave the boy a small potato and told him he could have the land to raise the increase thereof until the boy became of age. At the end of the fourth year the boy had four hundred bushels of potatoes and the man wanted want-ed to be released from his bargain. Another man in Kansas gave one of his children two old hens, and said he would feed the increase for four years. Two years have passed and tiie boy has two hundred chickens and sixty-four dollars ,in the bank. The man says he is afraid that In two more years the boy will own the place and charge him rent for living there. "Give the boy a share of the garden My nurse says that if a boy who doesn't wash his face. Or pulls his little sister's hair, should ever find that place, The spankweed just would jump at him and dust his little clothes. : Oh, it's never safe for fellers where the Spankweed Grows! Some day I'll get the sickle from our hired man, and then I'll go and find that spankweed place it's somewhere in the glen, And when I get a-swingin' it and put-tin' put-tin' in my blows, I bet there'll be excitement where the Spankweed Grows! Paul West, In Life. truck. If he has a colt or a calf he is more apt to care for it and the rest of them better. You could let him have a pair of skates, a gun, and maybe may-be a watch, without missing the cost very much. If he wants to use a hammer, ham-mer, saw or ax, let him use them, but teach him to put them in their places When he gets through with them. "What advantage has a farm boy? Perhaps you say he has none; but does the city boy have all the sunshine or exercise he needs? The city boy does not come in contact with nature as much as does the country boy. Compare Com-pare the farm boy of today with one of fifty years ago. Then he didn't get much schooling, generally went barefoot, bare-foot, and even when snow was on the ground Tie had td put on a pair of old shoes that his brother wore the win- ter before. . "A boy should be thankful that he doesn't have to shuck corn barehanded bare-handed and always take a down row, or bind wheat by hand. Who invented the machines for labor saving that are on the up to date farm; did the city boy invent these? The common country coun-try boy knows enough to 'make his head save his heels.' . "What more can a farm boy want? He has good reading matter, good schools, good exercise, and a good living. COBNWALLIS' KNEE BUCKLES. You have all heard about the revolutionary revo-lutionary war. It was fought between the British and Americans more than a hundred years ago. I will tell you a true story of a little girl who lived - at that time. Her name was Anne Randolph, and she lived on a farm not far from Philadelphia. Phil-adelphia. Her father and her two brothers had joined the American army, so Anne and her mother were left alone to take care of the farm. Two years before this time Anne's father had given her a beautiful calf as a pet. The two had become great friends. The young cow knew her little lit-tle mistress and always came to be stroked when Anne went into the field. At one time during the war the English Eng-lish army was in Philadelphia. One day the soldiers came to the farm of Mr. Randolph and seized Anne's pet cow. They tied a rope to ..... her horns and drove her away. Anne begged for her pet and was in great grief, but her words had no effect. It did not take long for Anne to think what to do. She ran to the stable sta-ble and saddled her pony and then rode at full speed to see Lord Corn-wallis, Corn-wallis, the general of the English army. It was a brave thing for a; little lit-tle girl 12 years of age to do. A soldier with his gun was marching march-ing back and forth in front of the place where the general was. "What do you want?" he asked Anne, as she galloped up. "I wish to see Lord Cornwallis," she said. SOME TRAINED CATS. A showman in England has trained a number of cats to perform some rather remarkable tricks. One of them climbs a rope to the roof of the building build-ing in which the show is given and there takes hold of the handle of a parachute, by which it descends to the ground. Another bit of training is even more wonderful. The average cat, you know, can find no daintier morsel than a mouse or a canary bird, and when it sees one it pounces on it as eagerly as the tiger of the jungle on its prey. But this showman has a cat that steps carefully and gingerly over a long line of mice and canaries, walking as if it were terribly afraid of hurting some of them. The showman says that he has trained all sorts of animals bears, lions, leopards and tigers bufthe cat is the most difficult to handle. It is not that it lacks intelligence, in-telligence, for it has plenty of that; but that it is unwilling to allow any one to make it do what it does not wish to do. He says it is impossible to depend on it; that it will perform when it happens to be in the humor to do bo, but if it be not in the humor nothing will make it obedient. He has thirty cats in his "circus," but he takes sixty around with him, the extra thirty being "understudies," which take the place of those .that refuse re-fuse to perform. It took him four years to train some of his cats He says that kindness is absolutely necessary. neces-sary. If you strike a cat once she will never perform again. The cat that walks over the line of mice and birds was brought up with them from kittenhood, and thus made familiar with them. Philadelphia Times. "What is your business with him?" asked the soldier. "I must see him; let me pass," replied re-plied the girl. The soldier let her pass, thinking no doubt she had some very important news to tell. Lord Cornwallis and some of his friends were at dinner when little Anne rushed into the room. "What do you want, my child?" said the general. "I want my cow, sir. Your soldiers have taken her away and I have come to get her." "And who are you, ,my little girl?" said the general kindly. "I am Anne Randolph, and I live three miles from here with my mother. Have you seen my cow, sir? Oh, sir," she continued, "I raised my cow myself. my-self. She has always been mine. She can't belong to you. I must have her. I would never steal your cow, sir," she SP.id proudly. The general rose. "Come here, my child. I promise you that your cow shall be safe in your barn tomorrow; and here, take these," he said, unfastening unfas-tening a pair of silver knee-buckles. "Keep them to remember me by, and if the soldiers trouble you again come to me at once." The general kept his promise, and the next morning Anne's cow was once more safely housed in her own snug stable. The buckles were kept, and are kept to this very day. One of Anne's grandchildren grand-children has them. Child's World. Tale of Geese and Death. A tale of geese and death is told by Nature Notes: "Mr. Francis Stanier, of Peplow Hall, near Market Drayton, was a millionaire and a well-known philanthropist. He had some favorite American and Japanese geese, which he fed with his own hands, and which were kept on a pool near the Hall. He died about a fortnight ago, and, strange to relate, during the last hours of his illness, these birds, numbering over a hundred, flew around his bedroom bed-room window, beating their wings against the glass, uttering a weird, screeching noise. In almost the last moments of the 'squire's life the whole flock of birds disappeared, and not one of them has been seen since." "Bob" Evans Bear Story. Admiral Evans in his book, "A Sailor's Sail-or's Log," tells this story of a pet bear on board a warship: "He was very fond of alcohol, and, having filled up and become ugly, turned into the bunk of one of the lieutenants, who, finding his bed occupied, turned in somewhere else until his time came for duty. The quartermaster being sent down during the night to call the lieutenant, and" getting no answer, undertook un-dertook to awake him by shaking him, which bo enraged the bear, in his half-drunken half-drunken condition, that he hit the quartermaster so badly that he lost one of his legs." THE FARM BOY. The following are extracts from a prize essay written by Charley Hayne, of Johnson, Neb., a 13-year-old boy, for a farmers' Institute. The subject v of the essay is "The Boy on the Farm." We quote only a few paragraphs from the remarkably good composition: "Though he should do his share of the work, the toy on the farm ought to be given some time of his own. He ought to have plenty of good books |