The Yale expositor., 1894-10-12
OUR BOYS AND GIRLS.
TALES TOLD ABOUT AND FOR
YOUNG PEOPLE.
A hoy Who Owns an Electric Road
Smoothing Bossy Down-A Little Kings
Army-A Guessing Game-DIamm
story-Dainty Taper Dolls.
A Little Magnate.

way manager in the world. Archie is
but years old, yet he controls an en- /,
tire electrical railroad. 1t is true that
the road is but one tenth Of a mile in
lengt th, nevertheless it is fitted out
just as completely as any road that
is run by grown persons. Archie is
the president, secretary, conductor,
/ brakeman and motorman, while his
sisters and playmates are the passen-
gers. The road was built for Archie
! by his father, who is a st. Paul banker.
There are three cars on the roa1-
one motor car and two passenger cars.
Each car is five feet long and two feet
wide. 1t is not a trolley road In
stead of a trolley wire there is long
strip of iron, which lies between the
tracks and supplies the electricity
which makes the cars move along.
On the motor car is the rheostat,
which is an arrangement for controll-
ing the electric current. BY using 1T
archie can make his car move as fast
or as slow as he pleases. On this car
also are the motor and the brake, and
also the reversing switch which makes
the cars move backward.
At one end of the road is the power
house where the electricity is pro-
duced. The electric current comes
from a small dynamo, which is driven
by petroleum engine. There is also
a shed where the cars are stored at
night and in winter time. In the
power house everything is arranged
just the same as if it were a large
station run by regular company.
But Archie is the company in this
case. His road is on the hill by the
side of White Bear lake, and he is the
only boy in that region who is able to
go coasting in the summer time. He
himself will tell you, the best of all
is, that in this kind of coasting you
do not have to walk back up the hill.
The electricity pals yoI up Archie
is very proud of mis- road aud spends
days carrying his sisters and their
dolls along the road. IIs can stop
any place on the way, 50 he pretends
taere are several stations, and his
sisters get out. Then he takes them
up again when he comes back, and
collects make, believe money from
time riding on the cars, AMI Archie is
learninga great deal about electricity.
"smoothIng Bossy Down"
My grandmother is very old now.
She wears great silver spectacles
!, through which her blue eyes still
look kindly, though age is telling on
their vision. She cannot walk about
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work and rheumatism have dealt Sc
verely with her. Day after day she
sits by her window ana reads her old
bible.
Sometimes, when the supper dishes
have been cleared" my grandmother
gets into n reminiscent mood and tells
us good stories of the time when she
was girl "back in Pennsylvania.
But last night, as we gathered round
the old home hearth, grandmother
said she was thinking of the day when
they bought a COW namel Bossy and
that evening when Tillman millled
her. Uncle Till was then a boy of II
years.
Grandma said:
at was when we lived on the old
farm up in Lancaster county, Penn
sylvania and my old man had bought
fresh young COW of John Beins
you remember him, don't YOU vii.
liam? He lived mp there by the old
mill. Pap had brought her home in
the morning, and in the evening
asked Tillman to pail her. as l was
very tired from the days work.
He got the bucket and started for the
COW shed. Bossy was munching her
hay and seemed quite conte ntel with
her new surroundings.
Till set the milli-stool close be-
side her and began to milk. He got
anbout one stream iE the bucket when
Bossy kicked and the poor boy fell
back heels over head. But Till was
up quick and beating her with club
when l came to the door. told him
to. stop whipping the poor cow, that
she was not such bad COW, and that
wGen he went to milk her he ought
to pat her and smooth her down
sait, 4 always ''sooed" the cows and
patted them and "smoothed them"
/ told him to get the bucket for me
and Il would show him how to
milk her. l sat on the stool and
"pettod" her and ''smoothed her" and
all that--and then before / know il
Bossy gave me kick that sent me
about i'm the same fashion as Till had
been tkr own.
Smooth B1ssy down, mother
I'LL cried, pet her, mother: smooth
Bsssy doNvn!' !'"--Chicago Inter. Ocean,
The Buttercups.
Frances went with the other chill
dreH to gather buttercups in the
wood, and as they crossed the little
stream of water near the spring a
crowd of yellow butterflies few ~ in
front Of them.
"Oh, hurry" cried Frances. "the !
buttercups are all loose to-day and l
they'll ny away before we eau pick |
them"
Dainty Paper Dolls.