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Show FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. The mom OJt ont brisM! V00 and l:t up the small lawu perfect!-- ; an J standing upon it she saw three little SOME GOOD STORIES FOR OUR figures in knickerbockers, wfaring sashes around their waists, plumed JUNIOR READERS. hats and making the music of which. v.e have she lacked 'The Serenade" a Pretty Story for the out or.e ofspoken. Just as them began to sing. Little Ones Reading tt ewparrr "What on earth is it?" aiked papa. at the Top of a lUgital Darlug "Be quiet, I am being serenaded,'' Deed of a Chlcacoau. ssid mamma. The three funny figures wera Fred an;i Louis and Frank, with ribbons Where to Walk. from the parlor window curtains about r,p roc! arc their waists and feathers from the una ln'ighl Where llie large duster in their caps. Iiuis was Bfy limit lies playing on a comb covered with tissue C'p tlm riveraslp, ;uid over the paper. Frank was tapping his little That's the way fur red drum, and it was Fred who was me. iJilly and singing. And now his mother guessed W'hw the black- that what he had been writing on the liltbird SiligJi slate was this song, which he now latest. Where the hawthorn cung to a tune something like "Baby e li I blooms .t tit-t-- lt-- a - .sweetest. Where the ncstliri23 chirp and flee Thai's the way tor JJiily and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanc-srWhere the hay lies thickest ami uteeiiest. There to trace the homeward the way lor lii'.ly and me. bee-Th- ai's Where the hazl hank is steepest, W'here the .shadow fails the deepest, "Where the clusteiins nuts fall free That's the way lor Billy and me. There let us walk, there let tis play. Through the meadow amoni; the hay, Up the water and over the lea That's the way lor Hilly and me. Hoes. The Serenade. One day a man, who had pictures to 6ell, came through the village where Mr. Cheater lived. The pictures were mounted on large squares of paste- Mine": We have no mandolin, mamma, dear; No flute and no guitar, mamma, dear; But we play upon the comb And we beat upon the drum, And so we serenade our mamma, dear. Visitor The stone flung hand In the lake the depths of the ill. lUUbU m the careless tty TQ t5;Cn anything be made working for wiKwr time to ttw bUMU.-- . o. Miar Dpf 11 WFrK j,Jnf(i. (,t.ii Olxiuiitrefur U)Ii Ii4 Tommy No; she gives it to me when I cltvwnrte hed down into well m ulry dintiict. Ye. J. E.4.il't OUl, lllh A fekia M- -, vmg water, and ain't. Chicago Flips. as not all. Look tUUtxUH'- Jirjjgs rolling their A M. runsson. W. hour. lUmtrh. s tiny ripples amotufth e sedgy reeds. dipping the overhtging boughs cf yonder willow, an producing an influence, slight bu conscious, to the very shores of the;ake itself. It is a terrible power thati have this power of influence and t clings to me. I cannot shake it o. n horn with me; it has grown nth my growth, and strengthened with my strength. It speaks, it walks, itnoves; it is powerful in every look ( my eye, in every word of my lips, i every act of my life. I cannot livto myself. Brethren, this necessarj element of power belongs to you all. Thy sphere may be contracted, thine influence may be fsmall, but a sphen and inSueuce you have.r-- Does ma mica give you fc" being a food boy ( The Tusttalned. Life has no zestvhen it has no realization of the uattained. The man who knows all, whj has all, and who Because we love vou so, mamma, dear; has never had is entirely And you are so nice, vou know. the satisfaction of coming into ideal mamma, dear; possesion of the s.lendor of the InSo pretty and so good finite; he has neve reached out and That you really, really should taken hold of th beyond. Let us Have a serenade sung to you, mamma, praise God for the vameasured and dear. In this s our stimulus to vapa laughed as he listened, but our promse of growth, and activity, mamma did not feel like laughing. our sufficient reaon for living. "How cunning they are! Oh, the Churchman. little darlings!" she cried. Then she ran to the vase on the mantelpiece and took out three lovely roses that had CAH SAVE been given her that day, and threw fl'3TSS2HS Writ for IUu. them down to her dear little boys. onus. ku civic iicct And oh! the kisses that she gave mitoi jiiu. nil., jnuw 1 ONE PROFIT them when they came to breakfast P-- 7 RtUILLB wiSl I T01S 1 nunr nri rKLt next morning with the roses in their r iNFiatsT wsiofficF. oHUt bu.. ,. rearer Tttf. i button-hole- s and what raspberry jam with their pancakes. Chicipo, self-suff.ie- HikT l rn-- I OPEN LETTER AM To MOTHERS. WE AKF. ASSERTING IX THE COURTS OCR RIGHT TO THE EXCLUSIVE USE OK THE WORD "CASTORIA," AND PITCHER'S CASTORIA," AS OCR JKauc MARK. PITCHER, of Hxjannis, Massachusetts was ike originator of "PITCHER'S CASTORIA," the same "" 011 everU that has Lome and does now yT7hear the facsimile signature of wrapper. "PITCHER'S ichich has been the Thisis CASTORIA," original used in, the homes of the mothers of America for over thirty years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is 011 the hind yon, have always bought jSTjf JS?--- " I, DR. SAMUEL (Oijci frs''&CJUU and has the si g nature of wrap- per. Xo one Jias authority from me to use my name except The Centaur Company of which Chas. 11. Fletcher is President. March s, - Qfe&t&t-Hp- . nor: Do Not Be Deceived. Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer you (because he makes a few more pennies on it), the ingredients of which even he does not know. "The Kind You Have Always Bought" BEARS THE SIGNATURE OF FAC-SIMIL- E niiMriniim Insist on Having The Kind That Never Failed YouN . board edged with gilt paper and were colored very brightly. "Oh, can't we have one, mamma?" they plead, so their mother told them they could choose the one they liked SPORTSMAN'S HEADQUARTERS. best and hang it up in their room after they had looked at it. The boys were a long while choosing among such a number, for there were landscapes and roses and kittens playKearls the New on High. 1 you Touid keep posted. ing with balls of cotton, but at last From the Chicago Dispatch: Just write for Information. Iiae Hall, Football and a Full Line of Atblotio Good. Fred, the eldest, decided that one Wang, th3 assistant of the Keplleji. I'ronipt janitor called the "Serenade" was much the Juiek Kcturns. hunted up a queer place for our new catalogue, If you don't know what you want, finest. It represented a garden, a fine to readbuilding, his morning paper today. He FRED A. SEARS, free for the asking. house and a flalcony. In the garden was not satisfied with even the roof of McCoruick lUoek. SALT LA K E CITY were flowers of all colors, and a great a Now and .Second Hand Bicycles at Remarkably Low Prices. and so he climbed the W. N. Lake No. 35, 1897 Salt U., yellow moon made everything as bright fifty-fothirteen-story I- - n 1. iz flagstaff of the When Answering Advertisements Kiudly SALTrtND as day, and beneath the balcony stood Mention This Paper. at the northeast corner of La UGDEN, building a gentleman with immense black eyes Salle and Madison streets, where he reand curling hair, dressed in crimson mained for nearly an hour calmly pevelvet coat and knes breeches, with the story of the preparations rusing white silk stockings and buckled shoes for Logan day. and lots of lace ruffles at his neck and While he sat perched at the top of about his wrists. His big eyes were the j flagstaff, SCO feet above the side nxed upon the curtains of a window La Madison in Salle and people which opened on the balcony, and walk, streets craned their necks and wonthrough them was thrust a very small dered who was erratic enough to white band holding a rose. Below this choose such a place for a morning air picture were these words, "The Sere was not up mere tor liut ang ing, nade and some verses. When the ) his health. He climbed the fifty-foboys had paid for the picture they sat flagpole to fix the halyard, which redown on the porch to look at it. 1 atfused to work when the "I think," said Frank, "that it ia the tempted to put up the flag janitor for Logan Most beautiful picture that ever was. day. When he reached the top of the Don't you, mamma?" flagstaff he discovered that the pulley "I believe it is the brightest I ever over which the rope passes was broken. saw," said the mother. A new pulley was needed and while "What does a 'serenade mean?" Jacob Pfeifer went over to South asked Fred. "Why, the thing he is playing on, cf course," said Louis. "No," said mamma. "That is a mandolin. When gentlemen admired ladies In those days they often went at night after every one was in bed to sing beneath their windows. They chose or wrote some song that told the lady how they admired her, how pretty and nice she was, and they often sang to a OB? guitar or mandolin. Sometimes they did not sing, but played the flute. This gentleman is serenading the lady who is hiding behind the curtain, and this is probably what he is singing," and arc Strictly Purcs Arc positively the ONLY HOME GROUND SPICES IN THE Bhe read the verses below the picture. STATE, Once Tried, Always Used, "Why does the lady hide herself?" asked Frank. "Well," raid Mrs. Chester, "it was considered proper, but, you see, she is going to throw the singer a rose, 111 which will show him that she likes the serenade." "That's his bike suit, isn't it?" asked REPAIRING rULLEY ON FLAG- Louis. "Where has he left his bike?" STAFF. "Bicycles were not invented when Water street and Fifth avenue Wang men dressed like thaf," said Mrs. Ches enjoyed a smoke and his morning pater. per. Fred read the verses again. "It was easier to remain there thaft "I think everything must have been come clown and climb up again," he prettier then than it is now," he said. explained when he once more reached "I often think so myself," said his the roof of the building. "Wang Is not mother. "Men will probably never a professional flagpole climber, lie ia dress like that again, but there could simply an assistant janitor, but he disMade Direct from the Fruit, Why Not Use Them? Why Not Give Them a Trial? be a little more romance in the world played all the nerve and coolness of Manufactured only by a man who is in the habit of performif people chose." "I know what you mean, mamma," ing antics daily in midair. He lives at said Fred. After awhile he sat down 184 West Erie street and is an old on the lower step of the porch and be- employe around the Tacoma building. gan to write on his slate, and pretty soon he called Louis and Frank to him, Cami'h in the Snow. and they all whispered together. Their Troops of camels, brought from mother saw they were talking over Mongolia are employed in winter to some little secret. carry supplies and material to and After awhile papa came home to tea, from the gold placers of eastern Siand then they all sat about the tale beria, and the spectacle presented by City, nine o'clock. until about half-paa long lire of these "ships of the desAs they were very early people they ert," tramping solemnly across the 111fill went upstairs about that time, and Bnows of a Siberian steppe, is described fr v, v. i at ten the house was dark and every- as extremely singular. Camels require one in bed or supposed to be. only about half as much daily food as However, just as the clock struck, hor?cs, but on the other hand, they BRANCH HOUSE, Mr. Chester lifted his head to listen. have to Le liberally supplied with salt. "Dear me, what can that be?" he Where the country is so wild that asked. neither road9 nor tracks exist, rein There was a sound of something not deer are employed instead of horses or unlike Chinese music under the win- camels, and they find their own liv dow, a queer whistling and a loud taping en route by uncovering, beneath ping and some laughing. Mrs. Chester the snow, a kind of gray lichen on lumped up, ran to the window asd which they are able to subsist. Y0l20TQ4Q?o T tj DEUVEELD WHOLESMi PRICES J OF 111. 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