davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

Fifteen Year-Oid Girl Who Il y Clover
Business Woman.

Fifteon- foar-Oid Girl Who Ii = Clever
Business Woman.
OF all the girls in Westfeld, N. j..
15-year-old Lizzie Willoughby is attract
ing the most attention now, says the
New York Journal
The Willoughbys are in good circum-
stances. The father is in business, but
the family's affairs are such that little
Miss Lizzie Is regularly distributing the
milk of 10 cows and is building up
trade that is the envy of the IA milk
men of Westfeld.
Regularly every morning Lizzie is out
Of bed before five o'clock. Then she
hops into light spring wagon with an
ipclosed box top, having windows in
front and on the sides. There are two
Sits in the frame on the forward win
dow through which the reins pass. The
milk cans are in the forward compart-
nient- There's comfortable back seat
with cushions and blankets SO that Liz
zie drives on her milk route pretty
much as IL she were sheltered in coupe.
Ii chill morning happens along she
takes along lantern for foot warmer.
says. II wouldn't do it for moment
If / didn't. Father has plenty for us
all, but like to be doing something.
II began this way: Several years ago
I went out with father in the wagon
just for fun. Then / took an interest
and began to do little things just to
help, and before long l knew all there
xsyoS. 10, do A hot In
came along when father had very inn
portant business to attend to, and l
went out with the wagon and made de-
liveries in his place. All this summer
I've done the work.
"When get up ut about quarter to
five o'clock, mother has breakfast
ready and the horse is in the wagon.
l jump in and start. Everybody treats
me real nice, except some who are
jealous of our big trade. They say
things.
II don't like to be talked about us
if was something dreadful or wonder
full, and don't like to be stared at, but
it's so early when / drive around that
few people are out to notice me. Then
always remember that work is nothing
to be ashamed of.
II finish my rounds about eight
o'clock, then l change my clothes and
GO to the high school. I'll graduate this
year. Then I'm going to study and be-
come teacher. love dancing best of
anything. Why, I've danced all night
and gone home and got right into the
milk wagon and driven out. Oh, but
how did sleep when ! got home. Moth
ing could have walked me up-except
another dance"
The ambitious little business woman
whipped up her horse and drove off on
her rounds collecting overdue milk
bills
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
DEADLY BIRD BOLAS.

Hunting In the Falkland Islands With
out Gun, Powder or Shot.
To go on "a wild goose hunt without n
gun would seem n very singular pro-
ceeding anywhere except in the Falk-
land islands; but there such n weapon
was not necessary, as the young men
and boys used an equally effective pro-
jectile called the bird bolas, which is
made of the knuckle-bones of cattle.
That employed in the capture of wild
horses is made of three stone balls,
connected by sinews four or five feet
in length. A similar boas is found
among the Eskimos, the balls being
of ivory carved from the tusks of u
walrus.
a young goose hunter crawled slow
ly along between the tussocks, occa-
sionally raising upon his hands and
knees to glance cautiously at the big
white geese which tloated on the lake.
There We're at least so, some standing
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

|stween a dreamy Burne Jones and n
nero of the Chevalier B9yard type, so
|uear to most women. Somehow or
Osher Toms vigorous personality would
persist in mixing itself up with her
Lrain portraits until they were such a
|oad composite that in despair she gave
W the personal appearance of her ideal.
Not that care so much for looks"
|sne said to herself, "but how pleasant it
would be to have lover who under
|''ood my every thought, who antici-
|pa'ed every wish, and who would know
snat was dbout to say before the
words were formed, whose knowledge
WAS boundless, and whose soul should
lie In touch with oil that was good and
Soe and beautiful"
Oh, IL she could but see such a one,
ice thought to herself, how she could
unonrden her soul to him.
conversation would be q rapture, and
now ennobling, how elcvating, life with
|.uch one would bel Just at this point
~ her reveries Miss Rossiter (who
's'ner prided herself upon her calm
'eas under the most surprising and try
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
Hanged and Vanished.

An English custom of not so long ago
was to hang smugglers on gibbets ar
ranged along the coasts, and then tar
the bodies that they might be preserved
a long while, as a warning to other cul-
prits. AS late as 1922 three men thus
vanished could have been seen hang
ing before Dover castle. Sometimes the
process was extended to robbers, as
sassins, incendiaries and other Grim
inals. John Painter, who fired the
dockyard at Portsmouth, was first
hanged and then tarred in 1776. From
time to time he was given fresh coat
of varnish, and thus was made to last
nearly IA years. The weird custom did
not stop smuggling or other crime, but
no doubt it worked some influence as
a observation-disclosures Dispatch.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
Reulflon of a sheep Family.

Sheep are gentle and loving, but not
noted for their sagacity, but there are
exceptions. A Pennsylvania farmer had
some fine sheep in pasture. and one day
some vagabond dogs got into the field
and scattered them widely. The farmer
drove away the dogs and collected all
the sheep, as he supposed, into n smaller
field. Then he went home to dinner,
and had just seated himself when q
sheep came running into the room,
bleatipg piteo,isly and rubbing against
him. He rose from the table and she
ran out. He followed her through the
large field to a wide creek, and there
on rock was her lamb. Terrified by
the dogs, the sheep and lamb had
rushed to this place of refuge, and now
the lamb was afraid to venture into the
water again. The farmer carried IL to
the bank in his arms and reunited the
family.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
pr,a, oo.tb Before a Fan.

The following anecdote was new
many years ago, but will bear repeat
ing. a certain Spanish knight, very
poor but proud, and rightly so, as his
birth was as high as kings, arrived
late one very dark night at an inn in
France. Riding up to the entrance on
his forlorn nag, he fell to battering the
gate. He finally awakened the land
lord, who, peering out into the night,
called:
"who is there?"
"Don Juan Pedro Hernandez Rod
riguez de Velianova, count of Malofra,
Knight Santiago and Alcantara," re-
piled the Spaniard.
II am very sorry" shouted the land
lord, "but haven't room enough for all
those gentlemen you mention And
he slammed the window and RETIRED
Harper's Round Table. -
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
SHOOTING SEED POD.
When Placed In Water 1t Explodes wit
Loud Crack.

When Placed In Water 1t ExpIodcs with
Loud Crack.
1t is funny little brown pod about
the shape of n cigar and only an inch
long. But if it is dropped in pail of
water it will explode suddenly with a
loud crack, and from the inside of it =
shower of small seeds will shoot upward
into the air.
This pod is the fruit of semi-trop-
ical plant of the genus justicia, and ma
ture has given it the power of bursting
so that ii may scatter its seeds far and
wide. Sometimes after it falls on the
water it will lie for some minutes quite
still and then burst with sharp cx-
plosion. This explosion occurs because
the outer coat of the pod soaks easily
and this ch,ises the hard inner coat to
bend and bend until it bursts. Nor is
this all of the wonder about the
pod. When the seeds strike the water
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.
JINGLE AND JANoLE.

Jingle and Jangle are two little bells
That Jingle and jangle all day.
And Jingle rings sweet, with an accent that
tells
or lightsomeness. promise. and May:
Sunshine and sugar and honey and bees,
Rainbows and butterflies WINGS
Bird-songs and brook-songs and wide.
spreading trees
or JOY little Jingle-bell sings!
Jingle and Jangle are two little bells
That Jingle and jangie all day:
And Jangle rings harsh. with an accent
that tells
or darkness, foreboding. dismay:
Storm-cloud and vinegar. NORWOOD and
gall.
Toads' tongues and poisonous things.
Owlets and ravens. and dreams that APP
pal
or woe little Jangle-bell rings!
Yes, Jingle and Jangle are two little bells
That jingle and jangle all day;
And the one that you listen to strangely
compels
Behavior that's sure to betray.
So listen to Jingle and be good boy
To Jangle. oh. never give ear.
And your days will be merry and bubble
with JOY.
While sadness will never come near.
William s. Lord. In st Nicholas.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
AN APPLE CAUSED 1T ALL.
Train of Mishaps Resulting from an At
tempt to Gather Choice Pippin.

Train of Mishaps Resulting from an At
tempt to Gather Choice Pippin.
From Chenille Corners comes a tale
of woe with an apple on top of it. One
Sunday morning while walking about
his farm John Schneider espied a tempt
ing morsel at the top of his apple tree,
and straightway went about procuring
1t, to his own misfortune and grief.
1t so did happen that John was at
tired in his choicest raiment, and while
climbing the tree his neither garment
was destroyed. Undaunted, however,
he reached for the apple. Something
broke and he fell. Immediately be-
meath the tree the festive honey bee
made honey, and the farmer involun-
tarily found himself deposited upon a
beehive. Thereupon the bees set them
selves upon the unfortunate for period
and, then yet unrevenged for the de-
struction of their home, made war
against the family horse, grazing near
by. The horse rushed to the house
wife for protection and invaded her
kitchen.
Mrs. Schneider was cooking the mid
day meal. The stove was overturned,
and in preventing a confiagration she
narrowly escaped being burned.
Schneider hurried to her rescue and was
kicked in the pit of the stomach by the
once docile horse, which then set itself
about demolishing the contents of the
whole house, but was frustrated in his
designs by the narrowness of the doors.
Mrs. Schneider then turned upon the
horse. She rushed at him with a
broom. Instead of hitting the horse
the broom came in contact with
clock, which was thrown from its shelf
and practically demolished.
The horse ran out of its own accord,
and in the yard met the family COW.
The cow received kick in the side, and,
terrified, ran at the pet dog and tossed
him into the air. She repeated the per-
Torrance until the dog was dead, when
she started down the road scattering all
who were out for Sunday walk.
And over all the apple innocently
hung, and still hangs.-Cleveland Re-
corder
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

This night referred to, however, she
did not allow herself to SO distinctly
formulate the thought.
Once more she turned the converse
ton to books, to art and music. But
what pleasure could there be in a con-
versation where the other party con-
cerned knew before she spoke all that
she would say. He even indirectly
apologized once for anticipating her.
Il cannot help it, you see," he said, II
came In answer to your wish, burdened
with the conditions it imposed upon me.
1T does make conversation awkward,
! admit, but we may as well make the
best of 1t, for l am powerless to leave
you, unless"
Sunless what?" said Miss Rossiter
with more Of the speed the parting
guest in her tone than was consistent
with true politeness, but the stranger
only smiled and looked once more into
the fire.
A sense of injury commenced to
rankle in Miss Rossiter's mind. "And
all because of foolish wish, that have
heard dozen girls make, my life is to
be spoiled in this way she thought.
Perhaps Tom would not have loved her
20 deeply had he really understood her.
The past tense of that last Thought
sent n pang through her heart. Was
che always to be tied to this dreadful
mind reader of realized ideal?
She supposed the only thing left her
to do was to live upon such high plane
that she need not object or fear 10 be
as printed page for him to read.
And yet, oh, the WEAKNESS of the
ideal
No more half severe, half coquettish
lectures to Tom on his stupidity, al
ways ending in increased alteration on
his part, and increased affection on hers,
for it always pleased her fancy. after
having firmly established her claim to
having in Toms mind, to be so ex-
tremely gracious and penitently affec-
tionate that the Large and appreciative
audience of one" as Tom remarked,
went home happy.
But all those old, happy times were
over, she thought.
Such deep pity for herself filed
Miss Rossitcr's mind that the great
tears gathered in her eyes. and one had
escaped from beneath the long lashes
and was slowly rolling down her cheek,
when two strong arms suddenly en-
folded her and a sympathetic voice,
Toms voice, was saying: What in the
world are you dreaming about, you
poor dear?"
Now Miss Rossiter was not, as a
rule, wildly demonstrative, but upon
this occasion her manner was warm
enough to crafty the most ardent
lover.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
Victoria. Descendants.

Germany has had five sovereigns
since Queen Victoria began to reign.
She herself will in future be recognized
as the ancestress of one of the most
powerful rulers. Her grandson wears
the iron crown of Germany. Her grand
daughter is empress of Russia. Another
granddaughter is crown princess OF
Roumania. Her second son rules over
the principality of Saxe-Coburg. The
hereditary princess of Saxe-Meiningen
Is her granddaughter. The heir to the
throne of Greece is her descendant; the
grand duke OF Hesse her grandson. She
has no fewer than 81 descendants who
one day between them promise to be at
the head of more than half OF Europe
Chicago Times-Herald.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

been rescued from some dreadful ca
lamity and she feared to lose him
again, and when he begged her to tell
him what was the matter, that he
didn't understand" she exclaimed
rather Historically: "Oh, that is the
beauty of it! l don't want you to un-
derstand, Tom, dear, and I'm so glad
you don't. l don't think ever care to
be understood again. 1t was only a
dream, and he's gone, thank goodness,
but you never can know how suf-
fered."-,
Tom looked deeply puzzled at these
seemingly random and incoherent re-
marks, but at her express desire for
bore questioning her. Whatever 1T
was she had dreamed the effect pro-
duced was that he had had warmer
welcome than ever before during their
engagement, and he was satisfied.
At the next meeting of the German
club Miss Rossiter, who a few weeks
before had read stirring paper adj
vancing the theory that some time on
this earth there would be golden age,
hen kindred souls would live in the
full delight of realized ideals, read an
equally stirring paper combating and
fatty contradicting her own pet the
cries.
On the way home from the club Mrs.
Denny, who prided herself on finding
the hidden springs which produced ac-
ton in her friends minds, suddenly re-
marked:
"Nan Rossiter, you have some reason
for so suddenly changing your mind
about those theories Of yours"
EYES," replied Miss Rossiter, with an
inscrutable smile; AZ have reason,
but that. as Kipling says, is another
story, and one refuse to tell."-Phila-
delphia Times.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
A STEADY AIM.

on little spit that reached out into
the lake, and against which, being of
black bog, the white forms of the
geese stood out in striking relief,
while others were swimming idly about
or plunging their wedge-shaped heads
into the dark waters in search of the
succulent roots and fibers which cen
stitute their food.
1t was difficult work stalking game in
this way, as the nearer the bolas-throw-
or approached the lake the softer the
ground became. Step by step he
crawled, crouching low, until, peering
through the tussock grass, he found
himself within $50 feet of the flock.
Between him and the game was large
cluster of grass or weeds, which he
finally reached.
The little island was found to be ex-
actly suited for his purpose, the grass
being six or seven feet high in the CEN
ter, while from it, in the direction of the
unsuspecting geese, the land extended
for 20 or 30 feet, almost devoid of veg
citation. Wringing the black, wood
stained water from his clothes, the
hunter arranged his bolas, taking the
small ball in his right hand and swing
ing the others over his left arm all
ready to throw, then plunged carefully
into the grass. Slowly he worked his
way until he could see the geese through
the green and yellow screen, barely 100
feet away, then dashed from his cover
4 4 4 II. n.
full speed, and before the astonished
geese could recover he was almost
among them. They scurried Off every
direction, some Tapping furiously over
the water in vain efforts to rise; 9TH
ers circling laboriously into the air.
To the latter the young hunter de-
voted himself, and now stood leisurely
swinging the two balls around his
head, with a slight upward angle.
Faster they flew, until they finally dis
appeared from sight; and then, the air
being filed with geese, he released the
ball in his hand, and the remarkable
weapon. with it's three balls widely
stretched in opposite directions, yet
whirling violently around, went
whistling into the mir. Up 1t went, and
with almost human intelligence seemed
to glide in among the birds and wind
about them like the coils of a snake.
One bird was stunned by blow from
the ball. while two others, completely
entangled in the cords, came fiuttering
down into the water, where they were
easily secured, little later being fas-
tened to the horse and on their way to
the home of the herders, miles out on
the moorland.
The bolas is the natural weapon OF
the Spanish South Americans, who are
remarkably proficient and skillful with
II. They use ii on the continent in TAX
ing the ostrich, following the swift bird
on horseback, whirling the three or
four balls in the air with very long
cords, and sending them so swiftly that
they rarely miss, whirling tightly
around the legs Of the bird and bringing
II down.
On the Falkland islands the bone
bolas is exclusively used by the young
Scotch herders, particularly by boys,
who in the chase of ducks and geese are
very cxpert.-Chicago Inter Ocean.
=. Ia -. -
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
SHOOTING SEED POD.

little mucilage flows out and enables
them to stick to the first object they
reach.
Nature is almost as kind to this plant
as she is to the burdock. You know how
the old COW will come home with her tail
full of burrs? Well, that is one way
that the burdock distributes its seeds.
And sometimes the small boy helps, too,
by carrying a handful of burrs around
on his coat tails.-Chicago Record.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

.ck luxuriously in her great easy
Lair. preparatory to the rather un-
Lsusl indulgence of an interpretive
hood.
She could not be called interpretive
y a general thing, for she was far too
Lnsv with charities, flower missions.
Foktoi clubs, church and society in all
heir fullness, to allow herself the
bouular fad of self-analysis; and then
here was Tom Lenfield; she had been
Engaged to Tom for nearly year.
He was a dear good fellow, and was
,ncceeding so well in his business, and
[et-well, she was vaguely conscious
hat she had not been as deeply disap-
tainted as an engaged girl should be,
Eben she had received his note that day
cling her he had been called out of
lOwn unexpectedly and might not be
.be to return in time to be with her
hat evening us he had planned.
She wondered if, after all, she did
1--we him as she should.
She sighed little and determined to
kuow herself the pleasure of feeling
rather miserable upon this subject.
Tom was a dear, she thought, but If
he only had little more love and APP
|peciation for the things she cared for!
| Not that he was not all love and APP
beciation for her. she admitted TO her
|self. for she knew that he considered
BIER the very loveliest and cleverest girl
In the world; still there was no denying
that Tom was rather slow sometimes.
|snd so practical. She remembered how
|it the art exhibition they had stopped
before a picture of the impressionist
school that it was the thing to admire.
Ito be quite honest, she was not entirely
sure whether she really understood and
admired il herself. but she had heard so
much talk about it from people whose
Judgment she held to be entirely above
criticism that she had at last persuaded
herself that to her, too, it was replete
with life and meaning.
At any rate it was annoying to have
Tom look at her in undisguised amaze
|ment as she praised its virtues, and to
hear him exclaim: THAT daub! You
surely don't admire that ?" But then he
was so penitent when she had explained
1t to him, and even If he did not under
stand, il was pleasing to hear him say:
you are the cleverest girl, Nan.
often wonder how you can care for a
fellow whose only pretense to good
taste is his love for you She remem-
bered how, few weeks ago, at SYM
lhony concert, she had looked into
IONS face to see il in some degree he
did not feel the joy of the music that
tcoded her soul.
He was fond of music, in his way, but
k was candid enough to confess that n
bright, pleasing bit of light opera
Brought far more pleasurable emotions
10 him than the most soulful melodies
r the great masters.
On this particular occasion Miss
lossiter remembered that he had re-
burned her rapt expression with one Of
nxiety, and had murmured tenderly:
What is it, darling? Are you sitting In
} draught?"
Oh, dear, 1t was always draught, or
Omething equally annoying to her.
She wondered IL she could choose for
herself. what her ideal would be like.
She pictured to herself several types
ef her own creation. finally wavering
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
Her unolo was peaf.

Margery was talking about her uncle,
who was very deaf, and said: why,
anyone could say anything behind his
bnck right before his facel"--Youth's
Companion.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

IS ROSSITER sat
alone in the Ii
brary, gain e
rather pensively
into the fire. When
the servant came
with the lights she
had senthim away,
saying that she
preferred sitting
by the fire light,
and now she leaned
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28

In some OF the farming districts OF
China pigs ore harnessed to small wag-
ons and made to draw them.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-11-28
Iss ROSSITER'S IDEAL.
BY AGNES BROWN.

ISIS RosSITER sa