Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1890-06-13
BUTLER PA. FRIDAY, JUNE l3. 1890

cars gong ht The lb4Iu- STORY N4uuoNos
And here Is a very big church, and some
queer roofs, aud crooked street: that's
Antwerp where we are going. Now the
place between Is the ocean. See the waves.
Aud here's the ship, and here is a round
faced little boy in a gray coat with point
"a hood, that is Julian. Isn't that nice
picturef" And Rosalie putting down the
pencil, took the two plump little hands in
her own.
yes, l think so, said Julian; its
nice picture, only its all wrong | don't
live in New York. live in Salem, and
I'm going to Paris Tell me about a wat
er spout"
you tell me, said Rosalie
Julian went to the bundle of shawls, out
Of which he first pulled Martha, and then
a book. The doll had broken her neck,
and one eye was gone, but the expression
of the other one plainly showed that Mar
tha intended to make the best OF her mis-
fortunes.
"The water spout is in here somewhere,
said Julian. turning the leaves of the book,
which had lost its cover, and was some
what broken in its binding. you can
read about it if you don't know it."
He had climbed into Rosalie's corner,
and one pink cheek rested against the girls
shoulder. "a water spout is something
like the mast of a ship explained the
child, "onIy it's longer. 1t comes out or
the sea and goes into the sky, and it's all
alter, and you shoot at it,
That's when ship comes too near,
said Rosalie. who, having found the pic
ture. was taking a basty look at the ac-
companying text "a water spout is very
dangerous; it could swallow a ship as cas-
lily as pussy cat could swallow mouse.
That is the reason the sailors shoot at it;
cannon ball breaks it in the middle"
I've got cannon at home" said Juli-
an; "only it is a little one. Are there any
pictures in your book!'
There's a place to make them said
Rosalie: "a place for every day of the voy-
age; but the book is really meant to keep
journal in. Do you know what it isl'
'My papa takes real flowers and puts
them in book sometimes, and when he
takes them out they are fiat"
eyes" said Rosalie "that is like a Jour
nal, only you are not old enough to under
stand why" The girl placed pen in the
child's hand, and guided the little fingers
over the lines and the curves of the letters
she had just formed on the titlepage.
make the letters nice and black she
said. ''Now the book is yours, and every
day we will write in it. 1t is interesting
to keep journal, because you like to read
it afterward Perhaps some day yours
will become very valuable. Valuable
means that it would sell for lots of money.
If you should grow up to be great man,
every one would want to see the sea jour
nal kept by Julian Newton when he was
fiYe years old"
Precious means lots of money too, :"
said Julian. ~ call Martha my precious. "
And he gave the one-eyed treasure dan
gerous hug, considering the state of her
neck.
"Ifyou know as much as that said
ROsale, II think you can understand why
a journal is like pressed flower. Suppose
you and Martha and l were to spend a
long beautiful week in the woods, and
evsry day we should place flower be
| tween the pages of book, and beneath
each flower we should write where it grew,
and then, years after, when Martha had
| lost her head altogether, and you and l
had packed a good many new ideas into
ours, we should open the book again
wouldn't the dried flowers make us hear
the birds sing in the woods We knew so
long agoi"
"YeS, | think So" SAID Julian grayely.
There are some woods back of my grand
mothers house"
| "NoW We are on the ocean together,
continued Rosalie-"you aud Martha and
I; We haven't any flowers to press, but
every day we will write our thoughts in
this.book, and then, good many years
from now, We can read what we have
written, and each page will make us think
of the ocean and sailors, and the big red
star on the smoke stack, and the little red
star on the cups and saucers.'
''And on the soap" said Julian. Il saw
it myself"
''And at the end of the voyage said
Rosalie, "when we reach Antwerp, you
can send your journal home to your dear
est friend. That is what every one does
who crosses the Atlantic"
81 shall send mine to Ellen" said JUL
an. "She's my grandmammas cook She
came to see me because l was going away,
and she felt dreadfufly;she cried and cried;
and shall say Dear Ellen, I didn't fall
| into the water"
"Now l am going to begin" said Rosa
| lie.
Dear Ellen, l didn't fall into the water"
said Julian. Write that"
II will write the first four days my way
said Rosalie; latter that you can tell me
what to say"
Rosale wrote: Left New York at seven
this morning Sixty cabin passengers,
| blt IuluJ j dilI luG Ihiih. 4 Eltht many
| people in the steerage.
"The steerage, Julian dear explained
Rosalie's aunt from the corner. is where
| you look down and see them dance. They
are all poor people, aud don't pay as much
as we do, and so they are in a different
| place"
II know all about the steerage," said
Julian. That's where the man with the
straw hat lives. love that man He
laughs with his eyes | most fell into that
| place once; / was leaning too hard against
| the rail"
'I'll write that down, said Rosalie In
! the steerage is man with straw hat
He laughs with his eyes. love him.
| II love the little girl too" said Julian.
II threw her an orange and she threw me
kiss. First she showed her orange to the
steerage man, and be smiled at me very
| pleasant smile"
Antoine came in with a tray which he
placed on the table by Rosalie's aunt, and
he asked if he should bring madame stew
ed prune5 or baked apples
Now, its time to write something about
your health" said Rosalie. "P ople al
ways write whether they feel well, and if
they think they are going to be sea-sick,
and they have a good appetite"
Children always have" said Rosalies