The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-07-11

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than what they cry for, and it seems
to work extraordinarily well. -
"Works extraordinary, indeed!''
said the perturbed Professor. looking
down the steep canyon wells they were
skirting, and hoping Georges grasp
on the lines was firm one.
ssYou just started to say something,
Professor, !" suggested sophronia.
sob, YES, indeed. Tt is very graft
flying to me, and
.sProfessor Birdwiler,' inquired Mrs.
Tobin' IS gushing voice. ttYou know so
much about mental development, and
/ do wish you would tell me what will
become of lola. She is a most re-
markable child. She lives in world
of Dreams"
The Professor considered little
anaemic girl, with wideapart, vague
eyes, and two long braids of pale hair.
"There is reasonable assurance, mad
am, that she may become normal when
she arrives at maturity
The uncomprehending lola swelled
with pride at this verbal attention.
81 can hardly wait, Ma she said
Importantly to her nonplussed mother,
"until We get to the grove I've in
vented wonderful new game for the
Children
The Professor readjusted his spine
to the convolutions of the photograph
and resumed:
"It is most gratifying, Miss sophro-
MA
Professor! yelled Grandpa Dawes,
leaning across his exasperated daugh-
ter. "Hev ye noticed this package
Sophy's a-carryinga"
eyes, said the Professor, who had
been lodging long, awkward handle
ever since he had been seated.
cts horse-fddle. Did We ever
hear onean
"No. That is musical instrument
l am unacquainted with. /"
"Heys" cried Grandpa above the
children s horns "You hahn It no
spring ehickeni You must heerd
horse fddles when you was boy. Six
ty years ago they was common.
81 am just fifty" said the Pro-
fessor, reddening.
well, them thin hairs, and your
glasses most deceivihg! yelled Grand
pa. "I'd a guessed you in the sixties.
My hearings not the best lately, but
that old fiddle sounds just as well as
when [ was boy. You got treat
ahead, and SOS the children. I made
it SOS they'd not be disappointed
about them pizen crackers!o
"Most laudable,'' murmured the
Professor, politely.
Eyes, vociferated Grandpa a.
f'They've split the Fourth lately, a.
whooping things up, but today we re
going to have quiet, old-fashioned
homespun day of enjyment-" and he
held forth until the grove was reached
and the party unloaded.
Now said Mrs. Dawes, .while
the men put away the horses, I III start
the phonograph. Professor, you and
Sophronia help carry these baskets in
the shade, and then you two go and
take few pictures before lunch time.
Mrs. Tobin and I'll set the table,
Unduer Iola's leadership, the chill
dren FASTENED to a little open glade and
began a game.
!" Now said lola, "first wen play
witch. I'm it, and these matches
III my pOCheb Ii De the IRE.
"But Mamma won't low us to play
with fire. said Daisy Dawes.
Matches ain It fire. I'll set them
up in ring round Georgie's red cap
band, and light 'em so it III look like
fire am
81 want my capt." yelled George,
81 want my cap! want my capi''
screamed George, tearing at his bushy
hair.
"Give him his capt" cried Mrs.
Dawes from the grove.
lola sullenly swung the cap from the
earth to its resting place on George Is
curling locks. Four matches went out
IN the mad swirl, but the fifth strug-
gled CALAMITY for life until revived
by Georges floating back hair. His
affrighted screams tore up the welkin.
Give him his capl I say!" called
Mrs. Dawes, angrily.
Il did, walled lola.
81 don It want it, howled George,
pluc9ing it madly from his smoking
tresses.
To what primitiveness children re-
vert in their games. A notable ex-
ample of atavism; their play-calls are
like those of young animals or saw
ages, - remarked the Professor to So
phronia, as they were passing.
"I'm afraid George IS hurt-Oh,
look Save him"
The nervous little Professor tore
through the terrified children, and
ehoSed ont the budding blaze on Geor-
gie's nimbus.
. Is my pretty hurtF Ny darlingi"
demanded Mrs. Dawes, rushing up and
gathering her shorn lamb to her bosom.
fThe blaze did not penetrate to the
cuticle; it merely zephyred over the
upper strata of hair" said the Pro-
fessor, examining his fingers obviously.
AREN'T you hurt7" asked Sophro-
MIA.
IA mere nothingi" said the polite
Professor
"Here, chsIdren!" said Grandpa, ap-
pearing with an oblong wooden box
to which was attached long wringer
handle. "Don't cry any more. Here IS
fun for you. Listen!' and he swung
the instrument vigorously backward
and forward around his head.
A eommingled sound of mighty,
grinding rock -crushers, wailing steam.
saws, and millions of shrieking, sharp.
| ening knives, penetrated and overpow.
| cred the feebler monograph and took
| possession of the troubled atmosnhere