Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-04-20


and steamed rice and toast that he
wanted even less, with Dorothy,
fully as excited as her brother,
doing the same thing.
Breakfast had to come to an end
sometime, however, even If father
Dear did take a second cup of
coffee, and drink 1t with irritating
slowness.
Now, children. we'll go to the
library and see what we can find
for Davie," said mother Dear as
she rose from her chair with
smile. "Davie, you lead the way"
Davie hastily wiped his mouth on
his napkin, threw the napkin on the
table, picked it up again and
folded 1t, and stampeded for the
library door, with Dorothy close at
his heels, mother and father Dear
coming next, with nurse Nellie and
baby Buster bringing UP the rear.
The library door was thrown
open, and Davie uttered a howl of
disappointment.
Not present was in sight.
II didn't get a thing, did 1?'
he cried, in voice that gave warm
ing of tears to come, "and-and it's
my birthday, too"
Gracious me-" cried mother Dear
in alarm, don't cry, Davie son. II
I We're you I'd look about. / have
an idea some gifts are hidden in
this very room"
Davie looked doubtful.
Hurry up and look" cried
Dorothy, clapping her hands and
jumping about in great excitement,
I'm sure you'll find some things,
DayIe, I'm sure of III" And she
looked SO hard at the big leather
sofa that Davie, following her
glance, decided to look just little
bit.
He ran over to the sofa, lifted up
pillow, and found a lumpy pack
age, on which was written in bright
blue pencil. ITO Davie from
Dorothy"
Didn't / tell you? Didn't I tell
your" cried Dorothy in ecstacy.
"Open 1t and see if you like it. It's
from me, you know" And she
danced a merry little waltz all the
way around the library table, by
way of showing how happy she was.
Davie pulled the string, and II
Immediately became knotted. he
pulled and he pulled, and the hard
err he pulled the tighter became the
knot.
"oh, dear!" walled Dorothy.
hell never. never get 1t open!
Father Deear reached In his
pocket and pulled out a box.
Guess you'd better look at my
present first" he said, 'and then
you'll know how to open Dor
othy's."
Davie opened the lid of the little
box and gave a grunt of pleasure.
Inside was a knife. the kind of
knife that every small boy loves
to own. It didn't have a pearl
handle, such as girls think are
pretty. No, indeed! This knife
had a bone handle. rough brown
bone, and it had a big shiny blade
and two little shiny blades, and a
little, tiny pair of scissors. 1t was
a sure-enough boys knife, out and
out.
"That's--that's fine knife
muttered Davie. very redgfn the
face; now I can cut the string to
Dorothy's present, can't /.
But before he was ready to cut
the string he had to pull out each
edge to test it's sharpness, while
Mother Dear lowered anxiously
over him and scolded her husband
for giving their little boy such
dangerous plaything.
Father Dear laughed at her.
AL boys have to have knives"
he declared don't they. SOM"
40 course. cried Davie, happily;
don't you know, I'm seven now,
mother?"
Dorothy began to look distressed.
"You don't care bout what gave
you, do you,'' she cried, which re-
mark made Davie hastily cut the
string to Dorothy's package. When
he unwrapped it he found a paint
book and a splendid box Of colored
pencils, twelve of them.
"Jeeminyl" said Davie.
JENNY was word that he'd
picked up from Henry. the handy
man, and he always used 1T when
he became excited.
IT can have a lot of fun 18th
these" said Davie, and then. sheep
ishly, because it Is hard for all
small boys. and many big ones to
express their feelings, he turned to
Dorothy and made a. sound In his
throat that was meant for "thank
you"
you're welcome" cried Dorothy
gaily shaking her yellow curls;
NOW look around and see what else
you can find"
Davies face was growing very
red. He dropped the knife in his
pocket, gave the pocket a little pat
to make sure the knife was really
there laid the paint book and the
pencils on the table and glanced
about.
but l don't know where to look. +"
he said And Dorothy cried, Look
everywherel That's why we hid
them! Sos you'd have to look"
"Ohr said Davie. walking over
toward the bookcase