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The San Francisco call., 1908-04-23
WANTS INDIAN SUPPLY BIDS

The chamber of commerce has received sup
ply of proposals inviting local merchants to
bid for the furnishing of the Indian service
for the fiscal year, ending June 80 1909. The
delivery OF the goods called for in the proposals
must be made at this city. Bids will be re-
ceived In Washington. ID. c., until o'clock
Thursday, May 81. This is the first proposal
which provides for exclusive San Francisco de-
plies in all the Indian settlements west Of the
Rockies. All sorts of household goods and
farming implements are included in the pro-
nosaI
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Yosemite Valley All Rail by the
Santa Fe

Leave San Francisco at s:45 a. m. !;
take lunch at Harvey's in Merced;
leave there at ESQ D. m. and you are
at Eel Portal at 6:35 p. m. Next morn
ing a three hour drive on a perfect
road through the Merced canyon and
you are at the Sentinel hotel The
weather conditions are now ideal, the
trails are open and the waterfalls are
running full.
Excursion tickets and all arrange
ments made at 673 Market, or phone
Kearny 315 and We will fix details.
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Does Peerless Lad. Winners, dogs-First, Dan
Heffron's Gordon; second George S. Lackie's Bob
bic Burns Open bitches-First. A. h. Holling
Champion Flora b. Novice. bitches-First j.
G. Foster -Moales Madam Butterfly Winners,
bltehes-First, A. L. Holling's Champion Flora
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Chsensen's English setter St Ives Clover right, win
dbies which the highest honors in the
the dog show yesterday The upper picture is OF
Tod Ford Clumber spaniel champion Norwood Rake The
Boston terrier Mrs George Browns Spunky Bushnell
photo)
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TERRACE GROVE HOTEL

In the heart Of the Santa Cruz mountains. In-
Wrights. CAL.
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The oldest living Scotchman is said
to be Archibald MacCrunnion of Skye.
aged 109 years.
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BEACH HILL INN

Persons desiring a nice. quiet place, 80 %
Beach Hill Inn Artistic furnishings. elegant
rooms. extensive grounds. overlooking the beach,
improved since last year. Address MISS A.
PORTER. Santa Cruz
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HOTEL RUSTICANO-An ideal spot to
spend your vacation. Dancing, boating, bathing
and all kinds Of amusements. Modern. plumbing
$12 per week. Special rate TO families Ex-
celent board. Open year round Address L. B.
SELENGER. Camp Meeker, sonoms Co.. Cal
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PESCADERO STAGE

Stage leaves every morning. excepting SUNDAY,
at $50 from 3fanO & Demechelh's cigar store,
142 Pacific av., and Williamson q Garrett's gro
eery store. 10 Pacific av. JAMES HARVEY.
SANTA CRUZ. CAL
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CLEVELAND sANITARIuM

Eight miles from Ukiah. Open all the year.
I have been curing cancers for twenty-one years:
nurses furnished. Will cure cancer; no knife
root and branch taken out without pain or
bleeding. Mineral springs. Good fishing
r. L. CLEVELAND. Ukiah.
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CAMP rAYLoR RESORT

First class hotel accommodations. Tents, cot
tages and family grounds unlimited Boating
swimming fishing. Grocery and butcher; also
dancing pavilion on the ground. Liberal terms
Send your family. Address T. W. STACK
POLE. Mgr.
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Seiu|er Hot SprinQS Now 0pen

Newly furnished and many improvements
made. Rates $40 to S14 per week. Address
w. f. CATHIE, Seigler Springs. Lake Co.. Cal.
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MT. VIEW RANCH HOTEL

And cottages in the mountains near Santa Cruz.
FIRST class table. clubroOm. dancing pavilion.
owning, cre4lnet- Rates 80 $40 and Sl-- Cas-
rage fare 81 % round trip. Send for booklet
MRS TONY PHILLIPS. Prop. Santa Cruz. Cal.
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KENIL WORTH INN

HOTEL AND GRILL
+. w. Breen, Mill Valley,
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class; reasonable; 80
bathing. fishing. finest
G. HOWARD. mgr. Bs
The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-02-16
A Fairy Story by Maud Walker

woman's threats. At the first sound of her voice she hurried out of doors and softly closed the door behind her. Then to the river she flew, her poor little half bare feet scarcely touching the ground as she sped over 1t. She was sore afraid that her old aunt might go into the hall and look from the window and see her running away. But she knew that the only other servant in the house was an old woman who slept like log, and whom 1t was almost impossible to rouse from her slumber, for aside from her be- ing deaf she was usually so tired at night that as soon as she got into bed she was as one dead. So 1t would take the wicked aunt sometime to rouse the old woman; then 1t would take the old servant some time to understand that she was to dress and go after the runaway. And consider ing all this delay Elizabeth knew that she would have time to reach the river and to hide beneath the clump of shrub bery. Besides, whatever was to happen might happen before the old serving woman came after her.
 As soon as she reached the bank of the river little Elizabeth found the clump of evergreen shrubbery and sank beside it, drawing her thin wrap about her, for she was shaking with the cold.
 Scarcely had she taken her place by the shrub when to her amazement she saw coming on the surface of the frozen river
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little girl in the room, a little girl who had once been a servant in that house?
 Elizabeth stepped upon the floor; went to the window and looked out. It was moonlight night, still, but intensely cold. Should she go to the river? What if nothing good should happen and she out in the cold? She might really freeze in the snow, for her clothing was so thin and her shoes full of holes. But was this place to be preferred to a more sudden death? Here she was dying by inches. working and starving her poor little life away. Yes, she would go to the river to the shelter of the clump of evergreen bush and wait-waitl If nothing hap pened-well, she would not be any the worse off. Her bed was almost as cold as the out-of-door-. Her room was like lee. She could only freeze anyway.
 Taking her thickest garment she wrapped 1t about her and crept down stairs. Just as she reached the front door and opened it to pass out she heard her old aunt's voice calling from the library:
 Who dares to go prowling about my hall? Is that you, Liz? Come right here, you little sneak-thief. What are you do- ing out of your room at this time of night? It's o'clock. Come here this in- stant. And if you cant give an account of your stealing down stairs in this way I'll beat you, I will"
 But Elizabeth did not hear all the old
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traced in all this land. I came from the most celebrated cherry tree that ever had existence"
 At this Aggie came closer to hear all that the voice said. Her eyes were big and full of question. And when the voice said it came from the most celebrated cherry tree that ever grew she at once recalled a story of George Washington that her mamma had just told her little while ago.
 '.Ah, good little tree," cried Aggie; 'then you must be some kin to the cherry tree that George Washington cut down."
 'Surel" And Charlie became more in- terested in the words spoken by the strange voice. But" he added instantly, 'you couldn't be descendant of that cherry tree. for George Washington killed it."
 'sNo, he did not kill the roots," OK plained the voice. He cut away the little tree, which was no larger than your wrist. But the root still lived and sent up another tree, one which grew and grew And many were the basketfuls of cherries that were gathered off that tree for use in the home of the first president of this country"
 '.Oh, how wonderfnl!' cried Charlie and Aggie in voice. Come, tell us more of your ancestors
 Well, shall be brier. for my voice is growing weak" said the little tree Now, to begin: The tree that grew from the roots of the 'hatchet' cherry tree was a fine one. During the last of its life some of the Washington kinfolks were visiting the glorious Father of His Country then an old man) and gathered some of the cherries for the seed. These cherries were planted In no less than five states, and each cherry pit sprouted
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Hunting George S
 Hatchet.
propriate to Play at a Wash fngton Birthday Party.

Tn one corner Of the room place a little hatchet. either on a wall bracketshelf or suspended from a picture nail, about four feet from the floor. About the handle of the hatchet tie as many very narrow ribbons as there are to be guests. These ribbons must be of equal length-Gay about 10 yards long. and only one end of each ribbon is to be confined to the hatchet, the remainder to be passed about the room in a mysterious, hidden manner. running behind pictures, beneath sofas, around chairs and through books all emerging at one common center, pref erably small table. To the free ends of the ribbon are attached the names of the guests, and each participant in the game finds his or her ribbon by the cards thus attached
 When all have been given their ribbons the signal to start is sounded by a bell in the hands of the little hostess. All start at once to follow the ribbons which will lead them to the coveted hatchet- But as the ribbons have come in a most confusing way, the guests find themselves much tangled up. crossing each others paths in a strange labyrinth, so intricate at times that much fun is had and much laughter provoked while the contestants are struggling to follow their respective ribbons
 A simple little gift is promised as a reward to the boy and girl who first reach the hatchet. These may be minia- ( ture portraits of George Washington sim ply framed in black oak. or two tiny hatchets, gilded and adorned with rib hon b0us hparinV the name of tho hOqt- ess and date of the party on the blades.
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moon peeps into you window; sit beneath the clump of shrubbery that stands in the little bend of the river at the foot of the mansion grounds. You know the spot l mean, do you not?''
 ''Yes, yes," eagerly replied Elizabeth. her pretty childish eyes wide with sur prise and hope, and her poor heart all futter 'I have seen that lovely clump of evergreen shrubbery, but have never had time to go near it."
 well, do as I bid you, If you would be made happy" repeated the strange little visitor. ''As soon as the moon peeps Into that window do you get from that cold old bed and wrap your rags about you as securely as you can and go to the spot have told you about. And I assure you that you shall not have long to wait. Something very strange, but very splen- did, will happen to you. And now must be going. for I have told you all that is necessary. Till l see you tomor- row, good-by."
 The little girl blew out the lamp flame and disappeared, but whether she went out through the door or just vanished into thin air Elizabeth did not know. And for long time Elizabeth lay in the. dark room, her eyes closed. Presently she sat up with start. The moon was beaming full in her race. It was time for her to creep from the house. But-had she been dreaming? Or had there really been
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Charlie Spooner and his sister Aggie went into the big grove half mile from their home to get tree. They were building a bridge across a little brook that ran through the garden, and as they wanted a nice long log. one which would reach across the brook, they decided there was but one way to obtain tito go into the grove and cut it down.
 Charlie carried the hatchet and saw and Aggie carried herself. Of course, that was quite load enough for Aggie, for she was only six years old, and half a mile is a long walk. when it leads through a deep meadow, full of last years grass stubble. But Charlie, being 10 years old, was quite a big man and as strong as most boys of Il. He could have carried an ax instead of hatchet had he been the owner of such a tool. But his tool chest contained no ax, and a nice, sharp-baded hatchet had to answer the purpose
 "Ah, here's fine, straight tree about the size we want" exclaimed Charlie
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By Helena Davis

, and grew. From one of these five fami- lies I have descended in unbroken line. But here you find me Tn a wild wood of forest trees, accompanied by none of my kind. It happened this way: One day while I was clinging In the form of a ripe cherry to one of my mothers limbs along came a group Of children, carrying a basket. oh, we must have some of those red cherries for our picnic" they cried, And at once they began to gather all that their basket would hold. I was one of the first to be taken, for was full and rosy. My. what Juicy fel- lowv exclaimed the little boy who gath cred me.
 Well, that same afternoon we-the basketful of cherries-were all brought to this spot in the grove, where the children held a picnic. That happened before either of you were born" "Oh, so long ago as that? exclaimed Aggie, who felt so very old.
 Well, after their luncheon-the chil- drens I mean--they threw the crumbs and cherry pits away. fell into a soft spot, where leaf mold soon gathered mo to itself, hiding me from sight. What ever became of the other cherry pits l do not know. For long time l lay in that leaf mold. It grew damp and more solid. One day something heavy pressed upon me, driving me deeper into the mold. and eventually I found myself buried in soft earth. I suppose someone walking through the forest had stepped upon me and had unconsciously planted me in rich soil
 Well, all that winter I lay hidden there, but was not idle I swelled and burst, throwing forth little green sprouts. Early in the spring I thrust myself through the earth, and the sun smiled upon me. Then I began to grow and grow. That was years ago, and l have been sheltered from the winter by the tall forest trees that stand about
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Little Elizabeth was an orphan. At the time of her parents death her aunt-a very cross and selfish old woman-took her to her home, promising her food and clothing for certain amount of work in return The work proved plentiful and heavy, but the food was small In quan- tity and poor in quality, and the clothing that was given to the little orphan to wear was some castoff garments of former little servant whose lot had been so hard that she had run away leaEing her old rags behind her. And thus Eliza beth found herself dressed in dirty and ragged clothes as soon as her own little wardrobe was worn out. And with the constant work 1t did not take long to ruin her pretty frocks that her dear mother had made for her.
 And as the weeks wore on Elizabeth grew thin, pale and weak from the ef- fects of heavy and constant work and insufficient food. And never an hour had she to play, for as soon as her daily tasks were completed she was so weary and sleepy that she would go to her cold, cheerless attic room and creep into the miserable bed that had been occupied by the former little servant.
 One night as Elizabeth lay slumbering and shivering in the dark room voice whispered in her ear: Come awake and harken to me. l have something to tell you.''
 Elizabeth opened her eyes and was sur prised to see standing there a beautiful little girl. She was comfortably dressed in nice warm garments trimmed with fur. e41r 1o In har its brilliant flames lighted up the miser- able room, showing its aged and rotting ceiling and broken bits of old furniture.
 "Who are you, beautiful and happy lit tie girl?" asked Elizabeth in q voice of surprise. Are you fairy? If so, please take me away from this awful place. shall die soon If obliged to remain here
 "No, I am not a fairy, but the little girl who used to be a servant in this house. One cold night last winter-just about a year ago-I became so miseraby unhappy that determined to run away from this wicked old woman and this house, which was nothing more than a jail to me. stole out while the old woman was asleep in her easy chair be- side the great and beautiful fire that all ways burns for her in the library. Down to the river I crept, not hoping for any thing save to get away, away. away as far as I could before I should drop in the snow to perish I went to the river bank and sat down beneath some shrubs to get shelter from the fearful winter blast that was sweeping over the hills. and which bit me to the bone. As I sat there a strange thing happened, thing which I shall not tell you about, for l want you to experience the same delight ful surprise that I experienced. But this much I want to tell you: I have never. never regretted the moment when I yen- tnred forth from this house. I have found happiness and a lovely home. Go you to the river bank tonight when the
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huge swan, gliding over the Ice as though swimming It came nearer and nearer to where Elizabeth sat, and when opposite her it stopped and turned its head in her direction. Then the most marvellous thing happened. Up went one of the giant swans wings and out stepped as dainty a fairy as one could wish to behold Straight up the bank to where Elizabeth sat came the fairy, smiling and beckoning to the wondering child. Eliza beth, her heart so full of gladness, could not speak, but she followed the fairy upon the river and Into the suggest little place under the giant swans wing.
 Oh, how cozy and warm 1t was there. Soft feathers wrapped her about and the into a sweet sleep, the little fairy sitting beside her, smiling.
 And how they did travel The swan fairly gllded over the ice with the swift ness of the wind. But so soon Elizabeth fell asleep that she took no notice of the time that passed Indeed, so peacefully did she slumber that no dreams came to her, and she felt only the sweetness of rest and warmth.
 When at last Elizabeth awoke she found herself in cozy room, all furnished in pink and white. Beside a window sat sweet-faced lady of middle age. At the moment of Elizabeth's waking she was looking out of the window watching flock of birds that had just alighted to feed upon some crumbs she had evidently thrown out for them, for in her lap she held great bowl full of crumbed bread. And as Elizabeth watched her she kept throwing handfuls of the crumbs from the window, smiling as the birds scrambled to get them.
 Having fed the birds to their fill the lady rose and came softly towards the bed in which Elizabeth lay. 'Ah, are you awake, little one?" And as she asked the question she bent over Elizabeth and took her hand, gently stroking it.
 How came I here?' asked Elizabeth, looking about her.
 You were found half-frozen in the snow last night. One of my servants was out hunting rabbits and came across you on the bank of the river Instead of hunting about among the houses that bor- der the riyer for your home he put you in his sleigh, wrapped you snugly In q fur robe and brought you to me. And how much 1 should love to have you for my own little girl, for l have no children of my own, and my heart has a place for a uear HLtie daughter. but, come, uearle, tell me where you live and what your name is''
 Slowly Elizabeth told her story, not emitting the visit of the little girl to her attic bedroom and her advice. And then she told of how she had gone to the river and how a great swan had come with n fairy hidden beneath its wing. And how he-Elizabeth-had gone with the fairy; but whither she did not know.
 ''Ah, then you may be my little daugh- ter, for the fairy and the swan brought you to me- said the good lady, kissing and embracing Elizabeth. "And as soon as you are able to go out we shall see a lawyer about the matter, for shall make
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me. The fruit I have borne has been very small and sour. I know that 1t Is so, for one day two boys came through the grove and picked some of the fruit from my limbs They made faces and spat out the cherries. saying they were very sour. But that's because I lack cultivation. Now, could I be trans planted in your garden, in rich earth, I'd show what fine cherries could bear for you"
 'Then you are lonely here" asked Charlie But the voice did not answer. "well, you shall be transplanted in the spring." said Charlie. Twill that please you?" But again no response from the little tree.
 "It's voice is gone" whispered Aggie. "But we know what 1t wants. Come. get your saw and hatchet and let's go home and tell papa and mamma all about 1t. And, brother dear, please don't cut down any trees. They may all be cherry trees from the great one that grew in George Washington's orchard"
 ''Oh, only cherry trees could come from that" explained Charlie. But never never shall my hatchet touch a cherry tree. And we'll have this beautiful little tree transplanted In our garden, and we'll call 1t the George Washington"
 'Yes, an only you and shall ever eat the cherries that grow on it." suggested Aggle. 'we'll have mamma make huge cherry pie for us-a pie what will last a whole day.
 And Charlie, with his hatchet and saw over his shoulder. and Aggie beside him. went homeward. whistling a merry tune. And when their mother heard their story she laughed and said:
 'Why, isn't that strangel And this h Washipgtop's birthday. too."
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 you mine by adoption. And that wicked old aunt shall never-never get her hands on you again. We'll see to that''
 The following week Elizabeth's good new mother went to call upon the aged and cruel old aunt, but she found that the wicked old woman had caught cold on the night of Elizabeth's leave-taking and had suffered a severe attack of pneumonia which had taken her away from the field of her wickedness. She had failed to rouse the old servant sufficiently to force her to run out in search of Elizabeth, and striking the defenseless old servant a terrible blow had set out herself in search of the runaway. And the consequence of her wickedness was that she forfeited her life, which was n worthless one.
 And now there was no reason why Elizabeth should not be adopted by tho sweet, motherly woman who took her into her home and her heart and loved her dearly. being deeply loved in return by little Elizabeth.
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.It'll reach clean across the brook"
 The tree in question was small, bushy one, and stood some distance from any others. Also, it did not look like forest tree, but resembled some of the trees in the big orchard back of the Spooner's house.
 Well, brother, let's cut 1t down." said Aggie. Shall I help you?'
 No, you sit over In that cozy nook between those old stumps. You see, there's a pile of soft dead leaves there for a seat, and as the snow was all melted off days and days ago the leaves are nice and dry. See how warm the sun shines there2 Wy, its just like a spring day here in the edge of the grove. And mamma was afraid we'd catch cold down here. If she could but be here she'd say the summer is coming over the hills. See, the buds are filling the trees now"
 ''Yes, and I do believe l heard a bee buzzing!" cried Aggie. Then she sank down to rest in the mass of soft leaves. At the same moment Charlie began to use his hatchet on the bark of the pretty tree. But after making the second cut--or, as he afterwards expressed it, just after he had drawn the first drop of blood from the little trees side-there fell on his ear the same sound which Aggie had mis- taken for the hum of a bee. But 1t sounded more like the moan of a human being In distress or pain than like bee singing.
 Charlie put his hatchet down and looked about in awe. Did you hear that noise ?' he asked Aggie, who was sitting bolt up- right and straining her ears to listen
 "Yes, I heard 1t two times" declared Aggie. What on earth can it be, broth er?''
 ''It is l, the little cherry tree that you