The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-07-04
FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.


Braokiyn Union.
It was just about week after the grand tim,
when the boarders came, and the Prince wht
had been an ogre took the shape of catbirS
and few away, that the little girl wandered
around quite disconsolate in the meadow. Sh,
taxed herself with the disappearance of thu
Prince
He was awful nice and quite entertaining
and really had hopes that he would have
taught me lots of things" she said. maybe he
got tired of giving me lessons for he wasn't PAID
by the quarter for it, !, / am afraid that showed
him that would rather play than receive in
struction. Perhaps / yawned once or twice.
Oh, / DO SO wish he could come back. Still
didn't have good time of it when the board
ers all came tramping roundf / wonder how
much money the Prince took inp The little
girl had on big straw hat with Icing ribbon
to 1t, and she took off the hat and put it on the
grass beside her and looked quite melancholy
YES" she continued there were so mauy
things wanted him to tell me about | felt
like writing him letter, but then didn't know
how 10 post it. He is so queer, and he never told
me where he lived. Yes, was going to ask him,
among other things, how paper was made, and
thought about that when wanted to write him
letter. Oh dear, how warm it ISL and the lit
tie girl took out her pocket handkerchief, famed
herself with it, and put the handkerchief in her
hat
.If he hadn't taken French leave probably be-
fore had grown up to be young lady might
have been quite well-informed young person.
But he got tired of me. wonder, after all, how
paper is made?"
Then the little girl, who was getting warmer
and warmer, looked around for her pocket hand
kerchief. and it was gone She turned her hat
upside down and searched and searched on the
grass, there was no handkerchief. Now she
heard twitter in the tree, and, looking up. there
was the catbird, with her handkerchief in its
beak. She reached out her hand, but the bird
took no notice of her, only hoped up a twig
higher. She felt very sure it was the Prince so
she felt glad and said:
PLEASE, now. give me my handkerchief. You
will find. if you look, L. G.-thats for Little
Girl-em broidered in corner"
The bird stretched out the handkerchief on
limb, and seemed to examine it carefully.
"Ohl now, do talk a little. l just wanted you
to explain lot of things to me-" she said
Then after all have not tired you?" asked
the cat bird as pleasantly as could be; land what
did you want to know2'
about paper-and how it is made, If you will
be SO kind won't interrupt once" cried the
little girl
did you ever hear of Cogia Hassan Alhabal
in the Arabian NightsW inquired the bird very
abruptly.
what, the man who had a turban on and
bird few away with itl What has that got to do
with paper9' she inquired.
"Oh ever so much. The bird that flew away
with Cogia Hassan Alhabaps turban was junk
bird, and sold rags to paper mill in Bagdad. /
am after rags myself. This is pretty good
handkerchief, but it's rags after all Got any
rags? rags2 ragsgn cried the cat-bird hopping
about nervously from limb to limb.
''Oh please don't spoil my pocket handker-
chief, it is a new one and hemstitched cit is not
rags" she cried.
But if / make paper l must have rags You
see, and your pocket handkerchief is just what
l want, said the catbird. The little girl had
known before this how queer was the Prince
so she thought it better to hold her peace
Il am in the junk business, and | buy rags
new clipping or old things worn quite thread
bare. 1t don't make any difference What l
really want is wood, for, after all, when you
come down to the bottom of cotton, or linen, or
twigs, or grass or straw, you have thing called
cellulose or fiber. Now, remember this: You
can make paper out of a great many vegetable
substances, but not scrap out of animal ones.
Dye understand inquired the catbird sharply
Only $3.50. But it does not seem natural
that little bird like you are, ever so high up q
tree, could explain things. l would like it ever
SO much better if you would assume your nat
ural form and come down" said the little girl
timidly.
"Indeed! Maybe, too. you would like me to
start paner mill for you. just to think of itl
replied . The catbird. apparently disguised.
Indeed / would answered the little girl
numbly,
"Wei I viii do it, and will start in business
with your OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES for rags, I" replied
the Prince in the most natural way.
When the little girl looked again the catbrd
was gone, and the Prince was standing near her
with her handkerchief tucked in the slde-pocket
Of his jacket Without saying word, but pre-
,isely in the same way he brought the cook
ing range out of his pocket the Prince COM
menced hauling out a lot of machinery, which
ne placed in a line. 1t stretched out ever so far
across the field Then he began.
"Paper is nothing else than rags or cotton, or
hemp. or old ropes or straw, or grass, or the
woody fibre of trees reduced to fine pulp and
mixed with water. The water makes the pulp
thin so that it can be spread out thin, and tie
water being evaporated there is film of Il
cut-up rags left Now see here: in old tim,
paper was made by hand and they could ON
manufacture small sheets. Now am going o
make some old-fashioned paper for you" TIL
the Prince tore the little girls handkerchief
two and she didn't like that much.
This is my grinding apparatus. In old times
the rags used to be beaten TIC pulp in mortar
Then the Prince threw the half of the handker.
chief into churn like concern, where there was
water, and started something, and a lot of steel
knives kept going round like lightning. and
soon the handkerchief was cut up into such fine
atoms that no shreds of cotton could be seen. 1t
locked just like thick starch. Then the Prince
took sieve, made of the finest spun wire and
dipped it in the MIXTURE and the water came
through and q thin film of linen pulp.
all soft and wet, was left on the wires Of the
sieve. Next the Prince cleverly turned out the
thin film of paper on piece of felt, so that more
Of the water should DO absorbed by the felt, and
he pressed it, and, by and by, he took out the
film of paper, and hung it on q string to dry in
the sun.
There, that is the way paper was made a
thousand years ago, and it was awful slow work.
How do you suppose journal like the Union
could be supplied with all the paper
1t uses if il was made in that one
horse, potterine way2 Why a thousand
paper manufacturers working night and
day, could not have kept up the sup
ply. Now, watch out" and here the
Prince waved his hand, and all the long line of
started up. There were rollers and
wheels without end. and some moved slow and
some fast. and the Prince kept flying round.
First he was at one end of the machine and then
at another. He kept pulling out handkerchiefs
after handkerchlefs out of his pocket. and the
little girl wondered how ne did it, for they all
seemed counterparts Of her own handkerchief
After little while the little girl saw the paper
start. at first SOFT and watery, and crinkly, and
by the time it had passed over some Of the roll
ara IL got whitar and harder and amoothor mn.