Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-06-22
A Brave Act Rewarded.

MIR. Edison, who Is known all over
the world as a great electrician, was a
poor boy. He sold newspapers, he ran
errands. he did everything an honest
boy could do to support himself. The
following story, relating to an event in
his boyhood, shows that he was q brave
boy.
One summer forenoon, while the train
was being taken apart and made up
anew, a car was uncoupled and sent
down the track with no brakeman to
control 1t. Edison, who had been look
ing at the fowls in the poultry yard,
turned just In time to see little Jimmie
on the main track throwing pebbles
over his head, utterly unconscious of
danger.
He dropped his papers on the plat
form. seized the child in his arms, and
threw himself off the track, face down.
ward, In sharp. fresh gravel ballast,
without second to spare. As 1t was,
the wheel Of the car struck the heel of
his boot.
Il was In the ticket Office" says the
child's father, ',and, hearing a shrek.
ran out In time to see the train hands
bringing the two boys to the platform" :"
Having no other way Of showing his
gratitude. the agent said:
'Al, If you will stop off here four days
In the week, and keep Jimmie out Of
harms way until the mixed train re-
turns from Detroit, I will teach you
telegraphing."
"Wnl you? said Edison.
81 WILL
He extended his hand and said: "It's
bargain" and SO Edison became a
legrapher.-Selected
"Goldie-dear," MY Latest Pet.
Guess what he is, children. He has
pretty, bright wings; yet he is not a
bird. He eats honey like q bee; but he
has no sting. He washes his face like
kitten; yet is no cat. His head Is
something like that Of grasshopper;
but he cannot jump. What can he be!
He has a probOscis-like tube through
which he eats, and he walks on four
legs like an elephant; yet he Is only a
beautiful butterfly, with a black spot
on each wing!
He flew into my room one warm
spring day, when had doors and win
dows open. But the very next day 1t
showed. and poor Goldie had to remain
a prisoner. For a full week the wealth
er kept very cold. and he sat motionless
on the sitting-room window, where he
could get what sunshine there was. But
by and by he began to droop. and be-
gan to wonder If he was not hungry
But what could give him to eat? Did
butterflies eat honey like bees asked.
II certainly would do no harm to try,
and as had none in the house boiled
some sugar and water together IN
spoon, and as soon as 1t was cool gave
him drop. Presently Goldie stuck out
a long tube, like q thin stick, only hol-
low; this he put right into the sweet
drop, and sucked till he had enough.
Then he curled It up like a tiny watch
spring and tucked 1t away Il think
under his nose), and began washing his
face with both forefeet at once. This
done, he began to fly about the win
w-panes, as II he wanted to get out,
but did not let him, as he was better
of indoors while 1t was so cold.
1t does not do to handle butterfly, 20
in the evening always made him walk
on bit Of thin board, and set 1t with
him on the mantelpiece in the warmest
part Of the room. He then would fold
his wings up straight, and remain till
morning.
By and By I got him some honey, and
thought had done great things for
him; but It must have been too sweet
for him,l or else he ate too much Of 1t
(he did not tell me which,, for he died
sson after-YoutA's Companion.