Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1890-08-25
scMErHrHo ron TaE LITTLE
FOLKS.

FOLKS
will tell ron how 10 make a scsrf as
given in -.The Housewife Take ore!
yar,i and a quarter Of boiling cloth and
on one end paint bunch IL red clover
and leaves. and on the other nfiee stai-
sies with gold eensers. Leave space Of
four inches on eaci, end below the paint-
ing ard finish the edge with lous white
silk tas>sss. Tie so that one end will
be nearly half again ~ ieas a. tie other
This draped over on. end of u wine eal-
ored plush sofa viii give tacst tscaaii-
ful effect
Dear CsHsia Bess IL can't write yers
we'll or should have written 70 you be-
fore. asn boz tea wears cid | live
on farm just out ri large village
have all the berries | want aud in
the fall gather beeeiinats ard aeorns
for the iong winter evenings. Ny dog
is Spot lie Is good deg aad never
bites. He is brown and white. He
watches she swallows as they dive in
and out of the shed door. 5at he never
offers 10 jump after one of them. Iii.
eyes are brown iast ike his ears.
When it Gains / keep him ia The
house SO he Will net ges wes and make
tracks all over mammals floor. | eau
wash floors and sweep as well as any
girl in oar neightorhood, and am 90
ing to try my hand at making bread
soon think have written enough
for one tjnie, | will write agaia soius
other time. Yours truly
JoE.
II II l.. III Ba
letter is from, want To see if mamma
will know ii when she reads IL. She
reads all the letters in the Young folk.
column.
j.
have done exactly as you requested
me to, but think your mamma viii
know who wrote your letter as soon a.
she reads il. You need not he afraid to
have any one read it and know who
wrote it, for ii is very Interesting letter
and | really wish had many more such
to give to the little readers of this depart
ment l shall look for another letter
from you very soon.
Yours sincerely,
CB.
Cousin Bess II will answer one of III,
questions you asked long time ago.
think it is the Pigeon Hawk that catches
the chickens. will send a story ia ia
ble) that | read in a little paper called
1.-The School World"
Yours truly,
BLANCHE.
A frisky horse, with nothing 10 do but
show his PAGES in a fine pasture, seeing
a solitary packmule coming along the
highway, jumped over the fence, ana
proiIered his company for IA little walk
The mule carried a load as large as him
self, and which extended from the long
ears to the thin tail. of course the
horse was free and easy, not cncum-
bered by so much rs saddle or bride.
considerable difference - laughed the
latter.
True, indeed" asscnted the other:
but added this philosopher, ''ofttimea
have seen what appeared to be cd Is
against one turn out all in ones favor"
just then the four-footed travellers
were overtaken by II blast of wind, ana
from Il ragged cloud overhead great hail
stones began to pelt down. Thicker aud
faster descended the icy missiles, until
the poor, unprotected beast neighed with
pain. aud, hating declared that he could
not set one foot before the other.
"Cood-byc, then, friend" remarked
the patient toiler. the difference in
our condition is much greater now. Ny
hiding, YOU see, has acted As Il compiete
protection, so that the storm has left me
as we'll as it found me. When your
bruises are healed, please do not again
sheer at the bearers of burdens, nor
deem it so good and grand thing to bc
without any load upon your back,
A Scotch farmer, celebrated in his
neighhorhood for his immense strength
and skill in athletic exercises, very IRE
qnentlg had the pleasure of contending
with people who came to try their
strength against his,
Lord D., IA noted athlete, took Il
Journey from London on purpose t.
light the Scotchman. whom he found
working in an Enclosure ut a little dis
tancc from his house. His lordsiip tied
his horse to Il tree, and then addressed
the farmer.
"Friend, have heard marvellous re-
ports of Your skill, and have come Il
long way to see which of us two is the
better wrestler"
The Scotchman, without answering,
seized the noblcman, pitched him over
lis head and then went on with hi-
work. The noblemau slowly picked
himself up.
well" sad the farmer. ''have you
anything more to say TO me:
NO" replied his ordship; "but per
haps you'd be good enough To throw me