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The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09

Why not be cheerful? Poor Lit tie Herman has just received a con- signment of that famous Cream Rye. A smile guaranteed with every drink
The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09
BRING YOUR OWN JUG.

Mount Vernon Rye and Belmont Bourbon direct from bond at whole sale price by the gallon. The Mas, cot, phone. 67. Delivery free.
The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09
RELIABLE ALL THE TIME.

The Pack Train Restaurant VIII serve wine with dinner orders, free in place of tea or coffee. Come on boys.
The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09
sn sAX THEY ALL.

It is a pleasant surprise what a splendid old, rich and mellow goods they sell at the Pack Train Bar. 50 say they all, me to Her Man,
The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09

If you have something you don need, why not advertise it for sale or exchange in The Alaskan?
The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09

The Caribou Hotel, Carcross, \. IT, Is the headquarters for the Atlin and Conrad stage lines.
The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09
BOTTLED AND 0RAuGHT BEER

0~inier Beer Is the peer of all brews. At the Mascot. phone 67 and have a case sent to your home.
The daily Alaskan., 1909-04-09
Raw FurS....
 WE PAY Ri0h Prices for Fine FuVS Write For Price List Percu's Fur House Oshkosh, wisconsin

Subscribers are requested to notify The Alaskan when papers are not promptly delivered by the carriers.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-05-09
How Dean Swift Cured Her.

H N instance of Dean Swift's straight
 forward good sense. accompanied by amusing eccentricity is relat- ed in connection with his visit to a farmer near Quilca, with whom he went to dine The farmers wife was dressed very expensiyely and her son wore gold lace on his hat. The dean of St Pat rick's saluted her as though she were duchess, and, with low bows, handed her to a seat. proposing to her husband that they Hook over the farmers de- mesne." ''frhe devil foot of land belongs to me, or any of my line" replied the farmer. But l have a pretty good lease from my Lord Fingell, but he will not renew 1t. and I have only two years left Then Dean Swift asked when he was to see Mrs. Riley, wife of his host
 "There she is, sitting before you, sir replied MT. Riley. The Dean raised his eyebrows and shook his head: No, that is not Mrs. Riley, for I've always heard her spoken of as a woman of sense, and this lady is dressed in the fashion of a duchess. No, Mrs. Riley, the wife of a poor farmer, who only leases
 would not wear silks and satins and costly ornaments, she would dress ac- cording to her station in life" Mrs
 Riley. feeling the rebuke arose and left the room, soon returning clad in a gown of plain stuff and without iewelry. The Dean rising, advanced to her with out stretched hand: "Ah, this is the good
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of fairy misleading one. Fairies are good and honest and the friends of the poor. An, how lovely and dry I am getting under this umbrellal I'll soon be very comfortabler' And smiling with pleasure and anticipation, little Pietro walked down the long street very rapidly.
 And pretty soon he found himself in the outskirts of the city, the street becoming wider and better kept fine row of great trees shaded the pavement on either side. and the houses were large and far apart. being set in broad, we'll kept grounds. Here and there Pietro could see happy faces of children looking out from the lace-draped windows, smiling at the rain. And again he would catch glimpse of older faces, more serious, but happy.
 Then of sudden Pietro paused. There at window-in one of the most mag nihcent of houses-sat a lovely woman, but her face was so sad, so sad She was looking right towards Pietro, and ques- tion seemed to be in her eyes. She seemed to be saying: "Who are you, little lad. and why are you out in all this terrible rain?"
 Inyoluntarily Pietro turned in through the great iron gate which opened of itself as he approached 1t. Then to the house he walked, going in at the massive hall door, which opened of itself as he went up the steps. And into the very room where the lovely lady sat he walked, for some one seemed to lead him there.
 The lady was standing, as If expect ing him, with hands extended. "Why, child, who are you-and where did you come from?" she asked in breathless won- der. T saw the great gate-which is ai- ways barred from within-open to admit
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he did so beheld great umbrella unfold over his head This astonished him very much, and he was a bit afraid at first as there was no visible person holding the umbrella.
 Take this umbrella, child" said low, gentle voice, land walk to the outskirts of the city. By following this street to the west you'll soon leave the busy thor. oughfares behind and find yourself in a beautiful suburb. I need give you no other instructions for you will find your way as l wish you to. I am a fairy speaking-a Rain Fairy-and 1t is my duty to look after the little helpless chil- dren in this city as far as l can do so Today ! have heard a cry from one of the finest homes in this country, a cry from Il heavy hearted couple who have lost their only child. You can take that childs place in their hearts. Turn to tine right and follow this street, keeping this umbrella over your head.''
 'But-but-where shall I stopT asked Pietro, much amazed that he should have heard a real fairy talking But to his question. Again and again he asked for more explicit directions, but not another word did the invisible fairy say.
 'I guess she's flown away" unused Pie tro. Well I have the umbrella, and I'll walk towards the west, The fairy said everything would happen as she had planned 1t. I'll go down this street and hope for good luck. No one ever heard
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wife of the farmer! Why, madam, your husband tried playing n trick on me awhile ago by presenting a gaily-be- decked woman of fashion to me as his wife. But I was not so easily taken in He then took penknife and cut the gold lace from the young sons hat, and threw it In the grate. Then resum- ing his good humor, he entertained the family till dinner was announced. When the hour for his departure arrived he took from his pocket a small bit of paper, neatly folded. Handing it to the son, he explained: T do not wish to rob you of the value of your gold lace, but l give it you in a more useful form"
 After the Dean had gone the young son opened the paper and behed four shining guineas. Some months later Mir. Riley received notice from his landlord that Dean Swift had asked that his lease be renewed a request which the Lord Bingell would gladly grant.
 And Mrs. Riley and her vain young son were cured of their foolish fondness for dress which had led them into ex- travagances their poor circumstances could not well allow.
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mense show window and hold out his lit tie hand for aims.
 But after weeks of this sort of pre- carious living Pietro became much dis outraged for he hated begging and long ed to do something to help himsef-to earn an honest living. as he put it, for he could not think of living on food which was not earned by work. Both by nature and training he was industrious and honest, and asking for aims from the casual passerby humiiated him deep ly. and caused the blush of shame to dye his cheek whenever penny was drop ped into his palm. But what could he doi He spent hours and hours each day hunting for work, and every employer to whom he applied would shake his head and say: You're too small, lad. We must have those of experience. Why, you're such little chap that it would seem like putting baby to work"
 And Pietro became deeply discour- aged, and one very windy and rainy day
The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-05-09
Naughty Little Lucy's Lesson.
BY HELENA DAVIS.

B1 HELENA DAVIS. afraid to let you have her chair. If we give our playthings to you, Lucy, you should allow us your playthings in re- turn"
 'No. won't" said Lucy. My play things belong to just me, and I won't let others play with them.'' And she pouted disagreeably.
 Well, give back my dollie to me. and Flossie's chair to her." said Bertha ''If we can't have your things, you should not want ours. It isn't fair of you, Lucy"
 Lucy began to cry, and declared her friends were very unkind to her, where upon Bertha and Flossie tried persuad- ing her, saying she might have their things if she would not feel aggrieved But she kept on crying, and the more she was coaxed the more she acted naughty
 At last Bertha and Flossie decided to go home, and gathering up their play things, made ready to start. Lucy, really wanting them to stay, began crying all the louder, saying: "Oh, you are bad girls, and I won't like you if you run home this way, so I won't"
 But you do not treat us nicely" pro- tested Flossie. "No, you do not want to play fair" said Bertha. "We like to play with little girls who play fair, and who do not quarrel or cry. We'll just run away, and maybe go to Laura Shells house; Laura is always so glad to have us play with her. and she never refuses to give us her playthings when we are visiting her"
 Lucy was too stubborn just then to say she was sorry for her naughty conduct, and sat pouting while Bertha and Flossie went out of the carriage shed and off towards Laura's home. But the moment her company had gone Lucy ran into the house and begged her mother to allow her to go to play for an hour with Tommy and Myrtle Brown.
 But aren't Bertha and Flossie visiting
The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-05-09

RN EYER and Paul were twin broth # X CTS, nine years old. Their home was #~ in a small town that lay in a pretty H valley between long ranges of hills.
 And over these hills grew an abund- ant forest. And through the forest men and boys loved to go hunting for wild ani- mals, though only few of such now re- mained, and they were of the small and harmless variety. Squirrels, a few deer, badgers, coons and the like were the vic tins of the huntsmen. Larger game had been killed off many, many years ago.
 One fine May morning little Peter and Paul were playing in the yard of their home when Pauls eyes turned on the deep blue, forest-covered hills mile dis tant. Say, Pete" he said, calling to his brother. who was at the moment riding very fractious stlckhorse, wouldn't it be lots of fun to go a-hunting In the woods today? S'pose we ride over to Old Witch and shoot bearf"
 ''Old Witch was the name of the high est hill of one of the ranges that walled in the town where Peter and Paul lived. And hunters loved to delve into the woods that grew over the head of. Old Witch, just as sure-enough hair grows on the head of an old witch or wizard.
 Sure let's go," consented Peter, rein ing in his steed. Then for the moment forgetting his horse he threw him in the corner of the fence, not even taking time to remove the nice twine bridle. ''Ill get my gun. You get yours Then we'll ride Bounder and Plunger over to the great mountain, Old Witch and shoot two bears.'
 Founder" and "Plunger" were the names of the fractious stickhorses ridden every day about the yard by Peter and Paul. It was poor Bounder who now lay in the corner of the fence, as gentle as any stickhorse can be, while Plunger stood tied to a small tree near to the gate. awaiting his masters pleasure.
 Peter and Paul ran into the house and got their guns-pretty wooden weapons, as harmless as their horses, but very dan gerous looking. Then they mounted Bound CT and Plunger and were of, going down the dusty road like the wind, kicking up the dust into a cloud. their guns in place over their shoulders, geaming in the sun light. Both horsemen carried themselves with dignity and pride. No other twins in the town could ride and shoot as they could. (There were no other boy twins in the town, and the two pairs of girl
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you? asked Lucy's mamma Then, a little at a time Lucy's mamma drew from her the cause of Bertha's and Flossie's short stay. and, taking her little girlie on her knee. she explained how selfish children never had any friends, and how unhappy their unfriendly conduct to- wards others made not only themselves. but those most nearly concerned. "A selfish girl or boy" said Lucy's mamma. .cannot live a successful life, for she or he thinks only of herself or himself, and never tries to make others happy. Now, don't you think you would be much happier had you been nice towards Bertha and Flossie and allowed them to play with your dollie and other toys? They would give you anything of theirs to en- joy, and you should treat them just as you wish to be treated by them. Now, dear, run after Bertha and Flossie and tell them you are sorry for having been selfish and naughty, and ask them to forgive you and to return for tea"
 Lucy jumped off her mothers knee and ran in pursuit of Bertha and Flossie. The little girls had just reached the gate of Laura Shells home, but paused in response to Lucy's call: "Oh, Bertha and Flossie, forgive me for having acted so naughty while ago. I'm awfully sorry I was so selfsh and I don't blame you for leaving me as you did. Mamma has told me how unhappy all selfish children are, and I know my being selfish was why I was not happy this afternoon while you were with me- Can you for give me? And will you come back to my house? We'll play just wherever you like and you may have any of my play things you want. I'll be so happy if you'll come-and forgive me-
 Afn cried Bertha and Flossie together, and, arms about each other. the three little girls returned to Lucy's house, where a nice time was had by all.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-05-09
Peter and Paul Go A-Hunting.
STORY OF TWO BRAVE BOYS. BY MAUD WALKER

twins did not really countD
 Did you ask mamma if we might go to Old Witch this morning?" asked Paul as they pranced across a little bridge which spanned q creek half mile from home
 Nope" replied Peter Didn't you ask herr"
 Nope. I left that for you to do while l got my gun," explained Paul.
 But l was getting my gun at the same time, replied Peter. Sure, you should have asked mamma If we might come a. hunting on Old Witch"
 "Oh, she won't care" said Paul. "We'll get home before dinner. And when we return with a bear-maybe two of 'em- mamma will be so proud of us that shell call to Mrs. Jones next door to come In and see what her children have caught while hunting. And Mrs. Jones is such d gossip-mamma says she tells everything she knows and more, too-that she'll soon spread the news all over town. Then we'll be sure enough heroes. Won't that be greatT
 Sure, 1t will" acquiesced Peter But, gee, m getting tired, or, I mean, that Bounder is getting tired It's a long way for horse to travel without 6 rest"
 "Oh, we'll soon be there" said Paul. "Plunger Is bit tired in his front legs, but his hind legs are strong yet Let's trot up."
 So Peter and Paul "trotted up," and soon entered the woods that grew over the sides of Old Witch.
 Then the hunt began. Owing to the noise made by the horses hoofs the twins decided to go afoot up the steep hillside, leaving their horses tied to q tree at the foot. They made ra ther slow progress, however, for they had already travelled a mile. and much of the way had been uphill
 Noon found Peter and Paul wandering about much frightened, hunting for their horses. Not that they cared particularly for Bounder and Plunger, for any good straight sticks would prove as good horses as they, but because they knew their steeds were tethered right at the end of the road leading from town, and they were anxious to reach their home again. Somehow, they had lost their bearings. and did not know which way to go. They had travelled for long, long time, and seemed to be getting into deeper woods all the while, and now they were thirsty, hungry. tired, and badly frightened. Suppose bear really
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you, though no hand drew back the bolts. l heard the hall door, always securely locked, open to admit you, though no servant was there to undo the bolt. And how strangely your little face appeals to me! It resembles the dear face of my own son who just died three weeks ago, and for whom I mourn. And my husband is i'll of his grief over our loss, and noth- ing can comfort him.
 While the lady spoke the door at the rear of the beautiful room opened and a stately but kind-faced gentleman entered. His face wore the signs of recent grief, but as he glanced at Pietro smile of joy lit up his eyes. How ike our own darling this little boy looks! Who is heT' Then Pietro told everything he knew about himself, ending with the strange visit of the fairy to him, and of her giving him the umbrella which, by some strange chance. had left him at the door.
 ''Ah, then he has come to occupy the place in our hearts made vacant by the death of our boy" cried the lady and gentleman, and they took Pietro to their hearts, saying that he was to be their fairy sent son." And that day Pietro found happy home and loving foster parents.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-05-09
The Little Ressar and the Magic Umbrella

And it was the loss of love more than the loss of home that grieved the little orphan so cruelty.
 Down poured the rain. the wind carry ing it into every corner about the great show window, and Pietro, trying in vain to shrink into the protecting angle, be- came drenched to the skin. His tears mingled with the rain on his cheeks, and rain dripped from the fingers of his lit tie hand which was extended for aims; but the hurrying people did not pause to drop pennies into the open hand which was held out so pityingly. They were anxious to seek the shelter of their com fortable homes, and did not bother them selves about beggars when the rain poured down.
 As the evening drew near the rain in- creased, and only one penny had little Pietro for the evening meal, to say noth- ing about the need of a few cents to pay for shelter in some cheap inn. What should he do. He glanced up, and as
The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-05-09
ZIGZAG PUZZLE.

The cross-words of this zig-zag puzzle contain the same number of letters. If the words are rightly guessed, and writ ten one below the other, their z1g-zag let ters, beginning with the top left-hand let ter, and ending with the lower left-hand letter, will spell that part of the human head which cannot be dispensed with The cross words are: 1. Something to be found on every growing shrub in the spring. 2. The eye. 8. An old English word meaning yes. 4. A very small arti- cle used about a ladies' toilette. D. Some thing squirrels love to eat.
 HIDDEN PROvERB PUZZLE.
 Each of the following sentences con tains one word of a well-known proverb. If the right words are chosen and writ ten in their correct order the proverb will stand complete.
 life.
 There is always a cloud before a rain. No man has as much of the worlds
 goods as he wants.
 A little bee can teach lessons of industry. Silver does not shine when first taken
 from the mine.
 You can often judge a garments value
 from It's lining.
 ANSWERS TO LAST WEEKS PUZZLES. LETTER ENIGMA-Ptcnfo.
 ZIGZAG PUZZLE-Shermdn The cross soords are: l. Sing. 2. Shay. 8. Flea. 4. Spur. 5. Comb. G. Hdre. 2. Nose. DOUBLE ACROSTIC - Bryant Poetry, Cross-ioords are: 1. Bump ?. Reno. 8. Yule. 4. Aunt 5. Near 6. Tidy.
 BEHEADINGS -.1. FlUfe-Iute. 2. Dc Hght-H0ht. 8. A0ate-gate. M CURTAILINGS -- 1. Humble hum. 2. Romeo-Rome. 8. Quarter QHart.
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died they had been poor market garden- CTS in the country) Pietro could not stay on at the little rented garden. for the old landlord had said that he could not keep a pauper about his place, and that Pietro must look out for a home else where. So, one rainy spring day the poor, heavy-hearted little Pietro wan dered to the city, five miles distant from his former home.
 Once in the vast city, where people took no notice of him, the child might
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even though they hadn't shot anything.
 Well, my little runaways, your mother Is very much frightened about you, and we've been sent to fetch you But the minute you get home you'll be put to bed without dinner or supper, for you'll have to pay the penalty of your naughti- ness. Your mother was planning to take you to the woods for a picnic today; but now you'll have your picnic in bed in a dark room, without the usual picnic spread. Come; one, two, march" And Peter and Paul, declaring under their breath that they'd never run away again, followed their jolly uncle, who led them out of the wilderness.
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@N TITLE Lucy was an only child. Therefore, she seldom had to di-
 vide her playthings with other H@ children. Of course, when her lit-
 tie friends came to see her, she should joyfully have given them her toys to play with; but such was not the case. She was a bit selfish, and not only want ed her companys playthings, but her own as we'll
 One day Bertha and Flossie Grey came to visit Lucy, and brought with them their dolls and little chairs. Also, Der tha brought her dolls little go-cart, with Dollie sitting so comfy in it. Flos- sic carried her dollie for she had not been well, and the little mamma was afraid to let her out of her arms.
 As soon as they reached Lucys house they said to her: Let's play in the back yard under the big tree, Lucy" But Lucy not liking to have any one make suggestion to her, at once said: "No, let's play in the carriage shed.''
 So, not wishing to be disagreeable, Bertha and Flossie went with Lucy to. the carriage shed, and carried along their dolls and other playthings. But 1t was cold and gloomy in the she'd and the huge carriage-with its great black cover took up nearly all the floor space, caus- ing the little girls to crowd themselves Into a corner where the wind came in disagreeable gusts from the big open door.
 T want to play with your doll and go- cart" said Lucy, speaking to Bertha. And I want Flossie's chair.''
 Bertha and Flossie gave up the play things desired by Lucy, but Bertha asked to be allowed to play with Lucy's big doll. "Oh, mol" cried Lucy. You might spoil her dress or muss her hair. No, I won't allow anyone but myself to play with my dollie.'
 But you are playing with mine," pro- tested Bertha. T am not afraid to let you handle my dollie, and Flossie isn't
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have died of hunger had he not bethought him to beg for aims He had heard how the poor begged for their daily bread in
 the great heartless city, and decided to try living that way till he could find some work. So he found a shadowy cor ner in one of the busiest streets, where he might stand in the angle of an i'm
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Spring Harmonies.

The monkey with his jacket red Once more the curb adorns, While up the alley floats the strains Of little Dutchman' S horns. The street pianos rend the air
 With wildly humping tunes. The spring is full of music, and
 The music's full of prunes.
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stood, tears trickling down his face, in the corner behind the great show window, holding out his thin hand for aims. He was very, very tired and hungry, and he was heartsick from grief over the loss of his dear parents, who, though they had been very poor, had always given him a loving home, if not a fine one.
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NY hundreds of years ago there lived in a great city a poor little beggar b ' t h e name of Pietro. He was an or phan, and had not
 a friend in the world to care for him. After his mother and father
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A FEW THINGS WORTH KNOWING.

Engraving on copper dates from 1459
 Shirts resembling those now worn by men were in use as early as 1880.
 The Chinese appear 10 have had knowl- edge of the mariners compass as early as B. (. 2634
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LETTER ENIGMA.

LETTER ENIGMA. My first is in pill, but not in take: My second is in sleep, but not in wake: My third is In acre. but not in wide: My fourth Is in yule, but not in tide: My whole is a word
 Of four letters, you know; And children enjoy 1t
 Wherever they go.
 FIND THE DOLLIE.