The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-03-08

one of Rudyard Kipiing's Jungle Books
In one trim little chalet, the prevailing
industry was the red monkey without a
tail that (untl broken) perpetually ascends
and fails over a rod.
on all sides they saw cleanliness of house
and person, and the contentment which
belongs 10 a placid domestic life-an ideal
community, 1t seemed 10 the American
lookers-on In Toyland, where everybody
appeared TO be always busy; and Rosie
almost persuaded herself that even little
children were never to be found outdoors
at play, though, of course, 1t was only
during certain hours that the young peo-
pie were really at work indoors.
What with such visits to the warehouses
! and work people, with making acquaint-
ance with the villagers, and excursions
to the neighboring Alps, Claiborne found
his glimpse Of st. Ulrich all too short
When the day came for him to take the
road again, It was with genuine regret
that he said farewell 10 the pretty, busy
town, and the friends, old and new, he
must leave there. While his landlady was
stufiing his wallet with dainties of her
own devising, a lame old woman, upon
whom ne and Rosie had made several
calls, hobbled around to the inn 10 offer
him the gift of pen-handle fashioned
like birds claw, of a pattern handed
down 10 her by her own grandmother.
AAiS NrnNh was tiic sDie tOuNeIltI ne al
lowed himself to take out of the happy
valley, and was valued in proportion to
the glver's poverty.
When all was ready for his departure
and little group of friendly folk had as
sembled with Mr.. Moreland before the
inn to see the pedestrian set forth, Rosie
alone was missing.
In another moment she came flying down
the stairs, her face bathed In tears, in her
outstretched arms the familiar, battered
figure of etchen-Augusta in travelling
attire.
81 am going to let her go with you. Mr..
Claiborne" cried she. Ever since YOU
said that about wanting her 10 travel with
you, I've been making up my mind to
give her to you. But she musn't think ia
let anybody take her place. There isn't
one in all St. Ulrich that I'd have instead
of herr And, thrusting the doll into the
young mans embarrassed hands, poor litt
self-despoiled Rosie cast herself into her
fathers arms and wept aloud.
Not least Of young Claiborne's pleasant
memories Of st. Ulrich was the picture
presented by his little frlend--reunited to
her treasures, although reluctant to take
It backi All his diplomacy and gentleness
had been requisite 10 persuade Rosie thai.
though he should find Gretchen-Augusta
a delightful comrade, he did not know
enough of doll language TO interest her.
and really could not make her happy or
comfortable with no place but his small
and crowded knapsack 10 keep her In, no
playmates for her hours of rest at the
wayside inns-and could supply so little
Of anything to satisfy her darling mother
Rosabel that It would be cruel in him 10
take her away with him.
Rosie was waving him farewell. Gretch-
en-Augusta casped to her bosom, as he
strobe away through the sparkling noun
tain atmosphere into the FIR woods gloom
And when, for the last time, he turned
TO look back upon the red-roofed Tyrolean
village, with its spires, trees and belfries
all a-glitter in the sun, Il seemed to him
that the capital of Toyland must have
been dipped into the fountain of perpetual
youth.