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sun) that 1t was time for them to go home, Grace and Pearl had become firm friends. and Tom and Max ayowed pals. Harry was too busy with his music--for he had drawn from his pocket a mouth organ--ta take much part in the conversation about tea parties, aprons, lace-mak- ing, embroidery. fudge, frocks and school on the girls part, and base, ball, swimming. fishing, camping, and boating on the boys part. He played "rag-time" and National airs till Tom begged him to desst. Rem owing his musical instrument from his mouth just long enough to say, Why, Bubi every picnic party must have it's band and I'm this ones band" Harry continued giving them rollicking medley of all sorts and conditions oi ditties and "rag-time."
 When a little later Grace and Max ran into the neat and cozy living room of their own cottage Mrs. War ren met them with a pleasant counte- nance. We've had our midsummer picnic, Mother" cried Max. huggins his mother till she laughed and told him to let go. Then excitediy the two children related their afternoons entertainment at the hands of their new made friends.
 Well. 1t never rains but 1t pours down. said Mrs. Warren. T. too, have some good news. Three of our near est neighbor women paid me call this afternoon and each has children your own ages One lady has five children. ranging from three to fif- teen. another four, ranging from two to twelve; and the third has boy and a girl. aged respectively, eleven and fourteen. So l have already sr- ranged for picnic next week-and we-the four mothers-are to acr as chaperons."
 "Ah, how splendid" cried both Grace and Max. And we must add the Adamson children-Pearl. Tom and Harry" said Grace. For they were the first to show us any atten- tion. They are to be our chums all summer and must be included in everything We have. Isn't it going to be lovely in Bentonville-even though we are not rich. and live in a six-room cottage"
 But there is more happiness in many cottage, my darling. than in any palace ever built" said Mrs. War ren. And now we must prepare sup per, for Papa will be here in half an hour. And won't he be happy to know his boy and girl are making so many good friends in our new homer" Then Mrs. Warren kissed each of her jewels and hurried 10 the kitchen.
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<" GRACE GREELEY. the founder
 A of the New York Tribune, and
 one of the leading men of his v times, whose influence Is felt to this day, was very poor boy without much promise of education. He was born among the New Hamp
 shire hills, in a poor little unpainted wooden house, in the year 1S11, being the third of seven children. His fa- ther was a farmer. filling the stingy, stony soil of the New Hampshire hill- sides. Ills mother was frugal and ex- ceedingly industrious, and had no time for the frivolities so often, in- dulged in by her sex. She found work to do from early morning till late bed time, and she did 1t cheerfully. sing ing as she worked. She was of fine metal and from her, her gifted son inherited his great energy and strength of will. The little Horace often sat inside the house, beside the open door, watching his mother work ing In the garden. She not only did all her own house work (and not the easy work of the modern houseD, but found time to raise chickens and make garden. She spent her evenings knitting and spinning. The father worked the land and made from 1t what he could, but he was not of a venturesome spirit and preferred to remain where living was hard, but
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wings!
 Do not fear, my child. I have waited so long to find a really unself- ish, sympathetic child here in the park. All the other children scoffed at the hideous shape I had assumed, made fun of my age and wrinkles, and called me harsh names. I let them pass me by. Then you came, with your sweet, pale little face and big warm heart, and you did not make fun of me. You saw my plight and your heart responded and you were soicitous for me-offering me your greatest treasure, pair of new skates. Child, you are noble and fine, and today you shall have your re- ward. This night your father must
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The Boyhood of Horace Greeley

had not read. His longing for knowli edge was most pronounced even dur, ing his tender years. and he would sll up of nights beside his mother watching her at her spinning, knit, ting or mending. listening the whlla with keen interest to stories she would tell him. Later, when he read fol himself, he would come in from hard days work on the farm, bringing with him a basketful of pine knott to use after dark for light. Thess pine knots-one or two of them at time-placed on the fire in the grea fireplace would give very good light and by them Horace could see to reae his books or to learn his lessons. Or the hearth in front of the fire ht would stretch himself and read o study after the rest of the family had retired to rest. Sometimes his eveI busy mother would remain up with him, finishing off a pair of stockingi or completing a quilt. and on suct occasions they doubtless enjoyed tn. lessons together. Mrs. Greeley wat not an educated woman, but she val able to help her son with his lessoni and to urge him on and on.
 When Horace was about ten year, of age his father became so involved in debt that he was sold out at sher. iff's sale. He was forced to mow from that part of the country, leavl ing debts behind him. Many of thesi debts were paid thirty years later Fl Horace Greeley, then a successs,i man.
 During their days of severest pon erty, following upon their fathers dis aster, the family suffered many hard ships. but it Is said that never onci did Mrs. Greeley complain, nor show soured countenance but remained cheerful and happy, thus rono,ng nov erty of it's sharp edge. So long as hope and a cheerful disposition per- vaded the home, want could not long be it's master. A biographer of Horace Greeley has this to add when sum' ming up the character of Horaee's noble mother: Would there wera thousands more of such mothers, whC can laugh at disaster, and keep them. selves and their children from get.
 ting soured with life"
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~ HE Warrens had not lived long ~ in Bentonville. MT. Warren had ~ just completed a business deal ~ by which he obtained possession of a small business in Bentonville, and a yet smaller cottage for his fam fly to live in. They had formerly lived on farm several miles dtstant from their new home, and knew scarcely any person in town. The Warren children. a fourteen year. old girl, named Grace, and a twelve-year- old boy, named Max. had seldom yis- ited Bentonville. and then only to do little shopping with their mother. When going away from their ovn dis trict they had made visits to their relatives living in a still larger town to the north of their farm. Benton vile lay to the South.
 So it was that Grace and Max were very lonely in their new home. and as it was vacation time they found 1t rather slow work making acquaint- ances. In fact, they felt that their small simple house, consisting of just enough rooms to serve them, and their fathers small business, kept the chil- dren of the well-to-do families away. But when they spoke their mind to their mother she quickly said:
 "If the children of Bentonville shun you. my dears, because of your fa- ther's small finances, they are not worthy your friendship. The genuine boy and girl look for higher things than money or that which represents money. The greatest men and women of history came from very poor par ents, and made their own way in life. Money is often a drawback to chill dren, retarding their progress. would rather have my children capa- ble of making their own way than capable of spending with lavish hands the money earned by others. I pray you, never to let the thought of richer ehildren's ignoring you disturb your happiness"
 Tt isn't that, Mother dear. which worries Brother and me-" said Grace. Its the loneliness of having no young comrades. As you know. neither of us court those with money-for we know well enough that mere money
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A ALLY'S good old grandfather brought her a pair of lovely
 Y skates. They had little wheels V four of them. and straps to buckle over her feet. Sally had wanted a pair of skates for ever and ever so long, but her father was very poor and could not spare the money with scnich to buy them. Her mother had said to her over and over again: Maybe a good fairy will bring you a pair of skates on your birthday" And when her birthday did come-the day on which Sally was seven-sure enough a fairy did bring her the longed-for skates. But this time dear old Grandfather was the fairy. He lived many blocks from the quarter of the city where Sally lived and he did not take time from his shop to come to see his son and his sons wife and daughter very often. But when Christmas and Sally's birthday arrived, here came Grandpa. And he always brought something wrapped up in paper and stuck in his big coat pocket for Sally.
 Never before had Sally had new skates. She had had an old worn-out pair that some rich child had used till they were of no further good to her and then they had passed to the poor child. Sally had found skating on them very unsatisfactory, for the wheels went sideways and also turned over and sometimes threw Sally. So you may better believe she was happy when she got the new skates which had never been used before.
 The first day that Sally owned the skates she went flying down the busy, crowded tenement street on which she lived, showing them to every body. She knew all the shop-keepers and push-cart people in the block, and all the hundreds of dirty children, too. But her mother kept her so nice and clean, and also so healthy, that she did not like to play with dirty and sickly children. Not that she did not like them all. and pity them, too, but becauses she knew that if she played with dirty children she her self would soon become dirty, and if she was much with sick children, she, too, would become i'll, catching from them such diseases as whooping cough and humps and measles and such things. So she had always kept pTeIIy much 10 herself, p1dylIlS III their rooms on the top floor of very ramshaclle house of four stories.
 But when she got her new skates she had to show them to all the peo- pie in the block, so proud of them she was. And the little pale girl on the corner, whose mother sold vegetables and whose father ground shears and knives, had nice ride on the new roller skates, for Sally was ever SC kind hearted. And little Bill, the rag picker's child, motherless cripple had the skates buckled onto his feet and Sally and Helen (the latter a neighbor child who lived in Sally's own tenement) held him under the arms and ran down the pavement with him, giving him great pleasure, He had never been on skates before not even on old worn-out ones.
 And then Sally's mother had called her in and Sally had skated home, getting there much quicker than ii she had walked. She helped her mother with the dinner dishes, and skated to the market for her and got
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After finding about two hundred such nuggets, Sally's father reburied them and went about the village and asked questions. No one seemed to know anything about the place he had moved upon, and the only story con- nected with it was that fifty years ago an old hunchback miner had lived there. But he had told the people of the village that he had not relative in the world and that if he died he would leave the place, with it's little stone cottage and chicken house and COW shed, to whenever 1t pleased to live there. As no one had ever cared to go so far up the mountain side, the place had been the home of bats and wildcats, and al last the story had got about that the place was haunted and no one ever went to in- vestigate the story.
 And so 1t happened that the place was Sally's parents and hers, and no one disputed their ownership. And Sallys father kept on digging and came across many other big gold mug gets. and it made them well-to- do, and never again did they go hungry and ill-clad. Anl they did much good With the II icy lney got TOT the BOlu nuggets aflJ made many other poor people comfortable. And Sally had the chance to study music, and to become educated, but never. never did she forget the skates-they called them the Magic Skates''-that had carried her to the park that day. to the spot where the fairy sat waiting 1 for good child. And she often went to that spot in later years. hoping to see the little old hunchback. but never again did he come to see Sally.
 It may be that the fairy had only 1 this one good home to give to the poor parents of one good child, but be that as it may, Sally never again came into personal contact with a fairy in any form. She never wore out the pretty skates, for she valued them too much for that; and now that she is a very big girl, and has no need of roller skates, she keeps the Magic Skates laid away in a box, and no one ever touches them but her self.
 So ends the story of the Magic Skates.
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1 the park"
 Grace exchanged glances with Max. 1 but neither made any comment. They both knew that the big red brick house on the hill opposite the park belonged to the richest man in Ben tonville--a Mir. Adanason. who was not only banker, but man largely in- terested in many other businesses. And here were his three children. seemingly as much in need of friends to join them in a picnic as the Warren boy and girl, who were so new to the town. It looked as though money did not count so terribly in their favor so far as young friends were con cerned.
 As the five walked down the dusty, deeply-shaded road. Grace ventured a question: Are you to be joined by other children at your picnic grounds?"
 "Oh, no, only we three had planned the picnic. But"--she hastened to add--"we are so glad to have come across you and your brother. It is such a lovely way to get acquainted with you. Mamma heard about your moving to town, and about your fa-
 
 place, and she said just yesterday that we-she and must call on your family. And so we had intended to come tomorrow. And two of my chums were coming with us."
 Grace's heart huttered with pleas ure. Then they were not to be shun- ned, after all, on account of their simple little house and their fathers afr a httC Inc ,zf. mother had said. All they had needed glad she was to know her and how to know Pearls mother, and soon the girls were walking along with arms linked. And Max and Tom were talking over coming baseball nine, of which Max was to be first base to begin with. Tine boys of BentonviIe. so Tom explained, had not organized 8 genuinely good ball team, and he was going to do so this summer. We fall." he said. I'm glad you're will ing to join us. l can usually judge of boys ability 10 play ball. I'd call you cool-headed and careful. Guess you'll be great addition to the new team"
 Then the picnic spot was found and the five spread the lunch and them selves on the grass. Tom, Max and little Harry literally did spread them selves out. and Pearl and Grace told them they had to observe better table manners or they would not serve them, whereupon the boys sat up like three pokers and begged for sand wiches and cake and jam and many other good picnic things.
 When at last tho little party de- cided (from the slanting rays of the
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NO, we're off on a picnic" in- formed the boy. Then all three stop ped in the middle of the bridge and smiled towards the two strangers who were coming towards them, for Grace had decided to follow her brother.
 "Howdy- do." It was Grace who spoke to the girl on the bridge. The girl, year Grace's junior, nodded affably. returning the salutation: ''Ilowdy-do. Won't you come with us? We're going over wonder to a lovely spot near a spring and have picnic. Wed like to have you join us."
 'oh, thank you" replied Grace. hastening her steps.
 Sure" said Max. running and gain ing the bridge at few bounds.
 After ten minutes, the children knew all about each other. Grace and Max introduced themselves. ex- plalning that they were newcomers in the town. The older boy said; Were the Adamson kids. My sis ter's name is Pearl. my little brother there is Harry and I am Tom. We live in that red brick house on top the hlll--just across the street from
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The children knew their mother was right, so decided to be patient. They felt that the picnic--maybe two or three of them--was an assured thing. They might have to wait a couple of weeks longer. but they'd surely have their mid summer sport before the season was over.
 The following afternoon Grace and Max went for long walk in the woods and meadows round the town. They found a lovely stream and Max, with the knowledge of a fisherman, declared it to be full of fish. I'm coming here fishing tomorrow" he said. I'll not be so lonely when I'm catching finnies for supper. Gee! Won't Mother be glad 10 see fine string of fresh fish coming into the
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does not give character nor charm of person. But nevertheless, we do feel the need of young friends--.especially does Max feel the need of boys of his own age.'
 .Yes. dear, I know" replied Mrs. Warren. And really believe that when school opens in the autumn you'll make plenty of nice acquaint- ances. l understand why parents are slow to allow their children to make new friends. Strangers must first prove themselves worthy. you know. So you and Brother make the best of your vacation and trust to the au- tumn and school to bring you not only acquaintances, but true and loving friends. Childhood Is the same the world over. It cannot be different
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| kitchen?"
 And see those grapes and plums." exclaimed Grace. "I'll get permission from the farmer who owns this place to gather some of them as soon as they are ready for gathering. We'll put up wildgrape jelly and wild-plum preserves. Dad just loves the flavor of wild fruit, you know"
 Say, l guess we're not going to be so lonely after all, are we?" asked Max. wen find so much that's new to take up our time. Still, I'd not mind a game of baseball once in a while. And you and l cannot play that alone
 Look there." It was Grace who directed Max's atte ention to q little foot bridge short distance down stream. Two boys and one girl were crossing the bridge and had not yet seen the boy and girl on the bank.
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The boy who led the trio carried over his arm q whte-napkined basket and the girl, who closely followed him, carried a pail. The third child, q little chap, was empty handed. He might have been. called the musical band for he whistled a merry tune as he strode along, barefoot. The older boy and the girl wore summer low-cut shoes.
 As Grace spied the three children they turned to look up stream and saw her and Max. The older boy smiled and called out:
 "Howdyi Got good fishing there?"
 Not fishing today" replied Max. Then he started towards the bridge, continuing to talk: Have you been fishing round herea bouts?"
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Sally and her mother waited pa- tiently two days for the return of Sally's father Then he came and his face was happy. "I found the place, ' he said, and it is restful and beau tiful. It is on the side of a mountain and a spring feeds a lovely stream. We shall be very comfortable. A vile lage is at the foot of the mountain and Sally shall go there to school and I'll sell butter and eggs to the vil- lagers."
 But what do you think the good man, Sally's father, found on that new place? One day when he was digging cellar in which to keep butter and cheese, he struck something very hard and on looking at it closely he found 1t to be a large nugget of gold.
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in Bentonvilie.

in Bentonville.'
 "You see. Mother" put in Max. Sister and I do love the midsummer picnic. And we just can't have one unless we have boys and girls to go to it. And it's now time for the sum mer picnics to begin. Remember how many we had this time last summer :? When Cousin Ned and Cousin Fanny came out from town. we gave one in their honor and every boy and girl in the whole district turned out. There were fifty of us, not counting the grown-ups who came to look after us, and to have good time also"
 Well. we'll arrange some way for your picnic" declared Mrs Warren Were only lived here two weeks hardly long enough for the people of the town to learn of our existence. Just be patient, my dears. It will all work out right"
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'9 OUppUZZ LI COPNE,R-
PRIMAL ACRosTIC.

If the words comprising this acros- one below another their primals will spell the name of very great Amer ican statesman. The cross-words are: l, Ground. 2, To be unemployed. 8, A part of speech. 4, wild bird. 5, A place where bread and cake are baked. 6, A body of water. z. That which goes with every persons head
 LETTER ENIGMA.
 My first is in sun, but not in moon: My second is in hare. but not in coon:
 My third is in iron, but not in ore: My fourth is in lock, but not in door:
 My fifth is in orchard. but not in fruit:
 My sixth is in overcoat, but not In suit:
 My whole spells one
 Who lives much at sea:
 He works for you
 And he works for me.
 DIAGONAL.
 There are four words of four letters each in this diagonal. If the words are rightly guessed and written one below another their diagonal letters. beginning with the upper left-hand letter and ending with the lower right-hand letter, will spell place where money is kept. The cross words are: 1. A building spot. ?. A body of water. 3. A light. yellow ish shade. 4. A certain kind of tree.
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THE SOIL FOR TEA.

@ HE Chinese seldom use artificial \ means of aiding the tea crop. - The soil is held by Chinese planter to be the most important fac tor in tea cultivation. but he always strives for a condition that will pro- duce stunted plant-such a plant giving the best favored leaves.
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ANsWERs TO LAST WEEKS PUz-

ANSWER'S TO LAST WEEKS PUZ- ZLES
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Johnny=That kid knows more than any kid in town.
 His Dad-How's that my son?
 Johnny-He knows a knothole in de ballground fence where you can see de entire game.
Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1912-10-08
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Beef, Veal, Mutton. Lamb, Pork, Pudding.
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Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1912-10-08

Nobody owns me and the men on the
ticket with M, said Governor Wilson
in his Hoboken speech; Il not only have
not made promise to any man but no
man has dared to ask me to make 8
promise. My ears are free, therefore to
hear the counsels of my fellow-citizens.
Il am entering upon this campaign
not only with hope of victory but with
absolute confidence. | know that the
people of this country have determined
to take possession of their own affairs IN
order that their own thoughts may be
translated into the affairs of the Gov
eminent, and know by the present con
stitution of the great party that belong
to that there is way in which they can
get It,"