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´╗┐Title: Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 16, April 19, 1914
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VOL. 37. No. 16. WEEKLY.



APRIL 19, 1914.



Dorothy Deane and her little brother Laurence were standing by the
window watching for papa.

"There he comes!" cried Dorothy at last, and the children raced toward
the corner as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them.

"Careful now!" said papa warningly, as the two hurrying little figures
reached him. "Don't hit against my dinner pail!"

"What is in it?" asked Dorothy and Laurence in one breath, as they stood
on tiptoe, trying to peep inside the cover.

"Guess!" said papa, laughing. "A nickel to the one who guesses right!"

"Candy!" cried Laurence.

"Oranges!" said Dorothy.

Papa shook his head at both these guesses, and at all the others that
followed, until they had reached the house.

"Now let mamma have a turn," he said, holding the dinner pail up to her

"Why, it isn't--" mamma began, with a look of greatest surprise.

"Yes, it is!" papa declared. Then he took off the cover and tipped the
pail gently over in the middle of the kitchen table and out came ten of
the fluffiest, downiest little chickens that any of them had ever seen.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the children delightedly. "Are they really ours?
Where did you get them?"

"They are power-house chickens," papa replied, smiling at their
enthusiasm--"hatched right in the engine room!"

"What do you mean?" asked mamma in astonishment, gazing at the pretty
little creatures.

"Just what I say," replied papa, who was an engineer in the big power
house down town: "they were hatched on a shelf in the engine room."

"It was just this way," he explained, hanging up his hat. "Tom Morgan
brought me a dozen eggs from his new hennery about three weeks ago. I
put them on the shelf, intending to bring them home that night, but
never thought of them until this morning, when there seemed to be
something stirring up there. I looked, and, sure enough, there was a
fine brood of chickens, just picking their way out of their shells!"

"But how did it ever happen?" asked mamma in a puzzled tone.

"Because the engine, running night and day, gave the eggs just as much
heat as they would have found under a hen's wings," papa replied: "and
they thought that they were put up there to hatch."

"Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands as the
chickens began to eat the crumbs. "They are the nicest pets that we ever
had in all our lives."

[Illustration: "Oh, aren't they darlings!" cried Dorothy.]

While papa was making a nice coop out of a wooden box, mamma found an
empty tin can that had once held a gallon of maple syrup. She filled
this full of boiling water, screwed the cover on tight, and then wrapped
it up in pieces of flannel.

"There," she exclaimed triumphantly, fastening the last strip, "let us
see how the chickens like this for a mother!"

Setting the can carefully in the center of the coop, she put the little
chickens close by it. Finding it soft and warm, they cuddled up against
the flannel cover, and began to chirp as contentedly as if it were a
mother hen. Then she pinned a square of flannel to the upper side of the
can, letting it spread either way like a mother hen's wings, and leaving
the ends open for the chickens to go in and out.

[Illustration: They cuddled up against the flannel cover.]

"We will fill the can with hot water every night," said mamma, "and it
will keep the chickens warm."

And here they lived quite happily with their syrup-can mother, until
papa declared that they were large enough to go to roost in the barn.



Prince Goodheart had twin daughters about eight years old, named Myrtle
and Violet. He had a number of other daughters, and sons too, for this
was a large family. But to-day's story is about the twins.

When the nurse was getting them ready for bed at night she always told a
story, and one night her story was about the good-luck plant. She told
how the seeds of it had been scattered about over all the earth, and
here and there the good-luck plant came up. Then she told about a child
that had found one, and of all the pleasant things that happened to her.
The little princesses listened with wide open eyes, and hoped they, too,
would find a leaf of that marvelous plant some day.

The next morning Myrtle and Violet were out in the garden early.

"I'm going outside of the gate," said Myrtle. "I mean to find the
good-luck plant to-day."

"But we haven't permission to go out," said Violet.

"I'm not going to ask," said Myrtle. "They'll all be glad when I come
back with the plant. You'd better come with me."

"But I must get my lessons, and finish the hemming mother gave me to do,
and afterward I promised to weed one of the flower beds for mother. I
must do those things first."

"Oh, well, I can find it by myself," said Myrtle, and out she ran.

She didn't have as fine a time as she expected. She got tired and cross.
She looked for the plant by the roadside, and in the park, and on the
lawns. Whenever anyone spoke to her she answered crossly. When the sun
set, and warned her that it was time to go home, she hadn't seen a thing
that looked like the good-luck plant. She shed a few tears as she ran

At the castle gate she heard a pleasant noise of laughter and happy
voices in the garden. "Could they have had a party without me?" she

She darted in. "Oh, Myrtle!" called her little brothers and sisters.
"What do you think! Violet has found the good-luck plant, and she let us
all hold it awhile, and we've had such a lovely time since lessons are

Myrtle's face flushed. "You are a deceitful girl," she said to her twin.
"You said you meant to stay home."

"So I did," said Violet. She looked so happy and sweet that even cross
Myrtle stopped frowning. "I found it while I was weeding mother's flower
bed. There it was among the pansies. I knew it at once by the horseshoe
shape on the leaves."



"Please tell us a story, grandpa," said Arthur.

"A story about papa when he was a boy," added Willie.

"Well, I'll tell you what your papa did, right over there, when he was
only four years old."

"We had a very gentle old horse that we called Jenny. When I came home
from any place, and was going to turn her into the pasture, your papa
always wanted to do it himself, so I would give him the end of the
halter, and let him lead her through the lane to the bars. He could drop
down the ends of the bars, for they were only poles, and then Jenny
would hold her head so that he could slip off the halter.

"Well, one time it was near night when I came home, and your papa was
gone to the bars as usual, so it was growing dark when I saw him coming

"'What took you so long?' I asked. 'Didn't Jenny hold her head down

"'Oh, yes,' he said; 'but I saw a black calf out there in the bushes,
and I thought I'd put the halter on him and lead him home.'

"'There's no calf in the pasture,' I said.

"'Yes, there was,' he persisted--'a funny-looking black calf! I went up
to him and tried to put on the halter, but he wouldn't hold his head
down when I told him to; and then he turned around and went off into the
woods, so I came home.'

"I remembered then that a bear had been seen not far from us a few days
before, and I wondered if my little boy had been trying to put a halter
on a bear!

"I called the hired man, and got my gun, and we went over there. It was
not so dark but that we could see the bear's tracks in the mud about the
rock, and right among them were the tracks of your papa's little shoes!"

Both boys' eyes were "as big as saucers."

"Did papa do that, really?" asked Willie.

"Yes, he did, for this is a true story."

"He didn't know any better, he was so little," said Arthur. "I wouldn't
want to try it."

"I think," laughed grandpa, "that even your papa wouldn't want to try it
now, old as he is!"



Often did Maisie play the good fairy when out in fields. When she saw a
lamb caught in the fence, she freed it; when a little bird fell from its
nest she replaced it; when a wee chick lost its mother, she helped it
out of its misery. So did she try each day to make the world happier.

One day as she was roaming about, she saw something dark in the grass.
She stooped and picked up a pocketbook. Her eyes opened wide with
excitement when she found inside of the pocketbook several five-dollar
bills and some silver.

[Illustration: Maisie finds a pocketbook.]

"Who could have lost it?" she asked herself.

Maisie was going to run to the house to show her mother what she had
found when she caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the ground
beside the road.

[Illustration: Maisie caught sight of a boy lying face downward upon the

She ran to the boy and knelt beside him. Touching him lightly upon the
cheek with a wisp of grass, she said:

"Look up, boy. What is the matter?"

"I've lost my father's pocketbook," sobbed the boy. "I drove ten sheep
to market and the man paid me for them. But I dare not go home because
I've lost the money."

"Do you believe in fairies?" asked Maisie.

"What good are fairies?" replied the boy.

"Maybe they would bring you good luck," said Maisie.

"I don't believe it," said the boy.

"Suppose you try them. Close your eyes."

The boy closed his eyes.

"Now repeat after me:

     "Bright eyes, light eyes! Fairies of the dell,
     Come and listen while my woes I tell."

The boy did as he was told.

"Now open your eyes," ordered Maisie.

The boy opened his eyes and within six inches of his hand lay the
pocketbook. Eagerly he took it and opened it.

"Is the money all there?" asked Maisie.

"Every cent!" cried the boy with joy.

"You had better believe in good fairies," said Maisie, as she ran away

"Ah, you are the good fairy!" called the boy after her. "Many, many
thanks for your kindness."



"Whoa, Buck! Whoa, Bright!" called out Stephen Harris, pioneer, and the
glossy red oxen halted in the forest opening. "This shall be our dinner
camp to-day, boys," said he. "See what a fine spot."

The pair of stalwart lads, with rifles on their shoulders, who had been
walking all the forenoon beside the big covered wagon, thought it was,
truly, a fine spot and began to make camp for dinner, unyoking the oxen
and turning them out to graze, kindling a fire with dry twigs and moss
and fetching water from the clear brook that rippled by.

Meanwhile, children of all ages began to climb down from the wagon.
There were ten of them, fine healthy children; the youngest, Martha, was
a little yellow-haired girl of three, the pet and pride of them all.

The wagon, which had been their traveling house for a month was well
fitted up for the comfort. The seats were built along the sides and so
contrived as to hook back at night; then the bedding, tightly rolled up
by day, was spread out on the wagon bottom. Under the wagon swung the
large copper kettle, the most important of all things in the households
of those early times.

After dinner the oxen were yoked up, and in great spirits the pioneers
scrambled to their places in the wagon, and the oxen started on at a
good pace, and they had gone a mile or two before the fearful discovery
was made that little Martha was missing!

The patient oxen were turned about, and as fast as possible the
distracted family traveled back to the dinner camp, Mr. Harris and the
big brothers calling, as they went, the name of the child.

The camp was finally reached--but little Martha was not there and no
trace of her could be found.

The forest had seemed so peaceful an hour before, but now it was filled
with terrors. What wild animals might not lurk in the thickets! The very
brook seemed to murmur of dangers--quicksands and treacherous

"Baby! Baby!" called Mr. Harris suddenly, breaking into a sharp cry; and
this time, in the anxious waiting pause of silence, a shrill little
voice from right under the wagon piped out, "Here I is!" and over the
rim of the great copper kettle popped Martha's golden head. Scrambling
out, "head-over-heels," she rushed into her mother's arms, as fresh and
rosy from her after-dinner nap as though she had been rocked in the
downiest cradle in the land.


     Now bless me! where have my rubbers gone,
       And where my big umbrell'?
     It's pouring rain, and a minute ago
       It was just as clear as a bell!

     Oh, here are my rubbers, and here's my umbrell'--
       But, dear! dear me! I say,
     The sun's out bright and the rain all gone--
       Did you ever see such a day!



After Hiram sowed the field of rye, he left the big wooden roller
standing in the lane. It was a big roller, almost five feet high! One
sunny forenoon Roy and Dorothy raced up the lane with little black Trip
and white Snowball at their heels.

Dorothy was a gay, prancy horse and Roy was a coachman armed with a long
whip. They paused for breath beside the roller. Roy clambered up to the
high seat and flourished his whip. Dorothy drummed on the
hollow-sounding sides with her chubby fingers. Suddenly a loose board
rattled to the ground. Dorothy thrust her curly head inside the roller.

"Oh, what a nice playhouse!" she cried.

Roy got down and peered in.

"So it is," he cried. "We can live here when it rains, for there's a
really roof and a truly floor."

"We'll call it Clover Cottage," said Dorothy, "for see how thick the
clover is all around it."

In about an hour "Clover Cottage" was in perfect order. Pictures and
cards were tacked up, and the dolls and the furniture and the dishes all
in place. Snowball was purring on a little bed of pine needles, and Trip
lay beside her fast asleep.

Tired of her work, Dorothy cuddled down a minute, too. Roy put back the
loose board to shut out the blazing sun. Then he cuddled down beside his
sister, and it was all dark and quiet.

At twelve o'clock Norah came to the kitchen door and blew the great tin
dinner horn. Hiram promptly unhitched "Old Dolly" from the hay rake and
started for the house. "I may as well haul the roller along and put it
under cover," he said to himself, as he passed the lane.

He backed patient Dolly into the thills and mounted the high seat.
"Clover Cottage" gave a sudden lurch forward. Dorothy woke with a
scream. Trip was thrown violently into her lap, yelping wildly. Snowball
clawed madly at the slowly-turning roof. Roy tried to shield his sister
with his short arms, as dolls, dishes and themselves rolled together in
confusion. "Old Dolly" pricked up her ears and stopped short. Hiram
sprang down and tried to peer through the cracks of the roller.

Helped by Roy within, the loose board was soon pushed aside and the
unhappy little inmates of "Clover Cottage" crawled out, one by one.
Frightened Trip shot down the lane. Snowball scrambled up the nearest
tree trunk.

"Well," said Hiram, "I call this quite an earthquake!"

--_Child Garden._



When the passenger train stopped at the little station up in the
mountains, Carl and Rosalie were helped out of one of the Pullman cars
by the porter. Sam, their Uncle Jack's big hired man, was there to meet
them with the mountain hack and a team of splendid ponies.

"So you're all here safe, I see," said Sam in his hearty way.

"I know that we're here all right," said Rosalie, "but I'm not so sure
about Rex. I haven't seen him since we left Kansas City."

"Who's Rex?" asked Sam.

"Why didn't Uncle Jack tell you about Rex?" said Carl. "Rex is our
collie. He was put into the baggage car."

Just then the station agent walked from the front end of the train
leading an immense dog by a chain.

"This is Rex," said Rosalie. "Isn't he a fine dog?"

"We got rid of a dog just last week," said Sam.

"Why did you get rid of him?" asked Carl.

"Oh, he wasn't worth his keep. He didn't do anything but eat. It costs
money to feed a dog up our way. I haven't much use for dogs, anyway.
They are a bother where there are a lot of sheep around."

"But Rex loves sheep," said Rosalie.

Sam did not look as if he believed this.

When Rosalie and Carl arrived at their uncle's sheep ranch far up in the
mountains, they were given a warm welcome by their Aunt Janet.

"Your Uncle Jack told me to kiss you for him as he had to go to his
other ranch for a week," said Aunt Janet.

Two days later Rex got his chance to prove his worth. Aunt Janet and
Carl and Rosalie were just finishing their supper when a man from a
neighboring sheep ranch knocked at the door and said that the herder of
Uncle Jack's flock of yearlings had broken his leg and that someone
ought to go for a doctor at once.

[Illustration: Rex gets a chance to prove his worth.]

"Sam must go," said Aunt Janet.

"But who will take care of your sheep to-night, ma'am?" said the
neighbor. "I would do it but I left my flock with my little son and must
return at once."

"Rex will take care of the sheep," said Carl. "I know he will for he
guards anything I ask him to."

"He looks like a sure enough shepherd dog," said the neighbor. "I would
trust him with a flock of my own."

So while Sam was hurrying down the mountain side after the doctor, Carl
and Rosalie went with the neighbor through the woods to the place where
Uncle Jack's flock of yearling sheep were feeding. And Rex went with

"I heard wolves howling last night," said the neighbor. "Your dog will
have to keep close watch to-night."

"Oh, he will sir," said Rosalie.

And sure enough! When Sam went to the sheep in the morning he found not
one of them missing. Nor would Rex allow Sam to go near the sheep until
Carl came out and called him away from his post of duty.


     My mamma says they're spider webs,
       All sparkly with the dew,
     And mamma's right, she's always right,
       And what she says is true.

     But they're so weensy, and so soft,
       And white, that just for fun,
     I call them fairy baby clothes
       A-drying in the sun.

--_Frederick Hall in "Little Folks."_

When Pussy Was Shocked

By Jean Ford Roe

Perhaps you think nobody can shock a cat. But just wait.

This particular Persian kitten was only six months old, and nearly as
big as he could ever expect to be, and he was a beautiful creature to
look at--all black except his white mittens, boots, nose and
shirt-front, as a Persian cat ought to be; and he had a cunning tassel
in each ear, and a great plumy tail like an ostrich feather, and big
topaz-golden eyes.

Miss Mary's room and the next one opened into each other and were quite
large, and both were covered with heavy rugs. Pussy's favorite game was
to race back and forth from one end of the rugs to the other; sometimes
he would poke his nose under the edge of a rug and wriggle in between
the rug and the floor until he was simply a hump in the middle of it,
like a dumpling. It was well Miss Mary always knew where he was, or he
might have been stepped on some fine evening. But he was feeling
altogether too lively for any such amusement as that, this cold night.
It was one of those dry, cold, clear evenings when you feel like running
races, or snowballing, and pussy was as full of life and go as even a
cat could be. So he had a little Wild West Show all by himself, with the
rugs for tanbark, and went so fast that he looked like a long
black-and-white fur streak on the bright Persian rugs.

Now, if you walk and jump about on a heavy carpet for a few minutes, on
a cool night, you may find that if you touch your fingers to anything
iron you will get an electric spark. So when pussy had raced about for
fifteen or twenty minutes on the rugs, he was, though he did not know
it, one capering little battery of electricity.

Then he jumped up on the bed and began to race over the blankets. He was
going so fast that he could not stop quite quick enough, and the
bedstead was iron. He came up against the foot of it before he could
stop, and though he did not touch it, he got an electric spark right on
the end of his nose!

If you have ever had a little shock from an electric machine, and can
imagine how it would have felt on the tip of your nose, you will have no
doubt that pussy was shocked.

He backed off very slowly, considering. His topaz eyes got bigger and
brighter, and his back higher and higher, and his tail plumier and
plumier, every minute. His fur stood out in all directions, and he
lifted his paws and set them down most carefully. He backed, and he
backed, until he came up against the pillows, and then he turned around
and realized that there was another iron thing behind him. Was that
bewitched, too? At any rate, he would be cautious this time and see what
happened. He sat and looked at it for some seconds. Then he reached out
a paw very deliberately and daintily--and got another spark on the tip
of that!

You see, he had come all the way across the woolen blankets, and made
electricity at every step.

Then he gave it up. He hopped off the bed in a panic and fled down the
stairs. He came up again after awhile, and curled up on his usual
cushion to go to sleep, but he was a very much puzzled cat, and there is
no doubt that pussy was shocked.

OUR LESSON.--For April 19.


Title.--The Cost of Discipleship.--Luke 14:25-35.

Golden Text.--Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find
it.--Matt. 16:25.

_Golden Text for Beginners._--_Be ye kind one to another._--Eph. 4:32.

Truth.--If we would belong to Jesus, we must deny ourselves.

1. Jesus spoke to a great crowd that followed him and told them that if
they wanted to be his disciples they must love him better than all else
in the world.


2. He said if they would be his disciples they must be willing to take
up their cross and follow him.


3. He meant that they must be willing to do hard things for his sake.

4. He said if a man wanted to build a tower he would first see if he had
money enough to build it all.


5. If the man began to build and could not finish it people would laugh
at him.

6. Jesus wanted to teach them that they should be patient and finish
whatever they began.

7. If we want to be friends of Jesus we must love him best of all and
obey his words, no matter how hard we may find it to do so.

8. The love of Jesus in our heart helps us to be good and makes it easy
for us to obey him and do hard things for his sake.

9. Salt is useful to keep food good and to make it taste pleasant to us.


10. If the salt loses its taste and strength it is useless and is thrown

11. So it is with our love for Jesus; if it is not strong and true it
will be of no use to us or anyone else.

12. The true love of Jesus in our hearts grows stronger day by day and
makes us useful and helpful to those around us.

       *       *       *       *       *


What is the Golden Text?

What is the Truth?

1. What did Jesus tell the people they must do if they wanted to be his

2. If they would be his disciples what must they be willing to do?

3. What did he mean by this?

4. If a man wanted to build a tower what would he first do?

5. When would the people laugh?

6. What did Jesus want to teach them?

7. If we want to be friends of Jesus what must we do?

8. What does the love of Jesus in our hearts do?

9. Of what use is salt?

10. When is salt thrown out?

11. When is our love for Jesus of no use to us or anyone else?

12. What does the true love of Jesus in our hearts do?

       *       *       *       *       *


_Tune._--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).

     Jesus said, "Come, follow me,
     And my true disciples be;
     Give up all that leads astray,
     Walk beside me day by day."

       *       *       *       *       *

Title of Lesson for April 26.

The Lost Sheep and the Lost Coin.--Luke 15:1-10.

       *       *       *       *       *

Golden Text for April 26.

There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that
repenteth.--Luke 15:10.

       *       *       *       *       *

Beginners Golden Text for April 26.

_God is love._--1 John 4:8.

Knowledge Box

How Trees Know Their Birthdays.

Willard wondered how old the pretty graceful maple that grew outside his
window was.

"I don't know exactly," said mother, "five or six years I should think.
But the maple has the story of each birthday shut up safe inside its
trunk. If the tree should blow down, or we should ever cut it down we
could tell how many years it had lived.

"Each year a layer of soft green wood grows right next to the bark, and
when winter comes this wood hardens until it is like the other wood. So
when the tree is cut down we see in rings of wood the number of years it
has been growing."

--_Zelia Margaret Walters._

Advice to Boys and Girls

Hanging Out Signs.

Grace had a sprained ankle when the new little girl moved next door. One
afternoon a week later mother came in to tell Grace that the new little
girl had come over for a visit.

"I'm glad," said Grace. "Please bring her up, mother, I like her."

"Why," said mother, "you've never seen her."

"Yes, but I could hear her every day from my window," said Grace. "I
heard her talk to her little brother, and she's so kind and jolly, and
she never says mean things to the dog, and when her mother calls, she
says, 'yes, mother,' just as pleasant, and runs right away to see what
she wants. She's always singing, too. I know she's nice."

"So little June has been hanging out signs telling just what she was
though you haven't seen her," said mother with a smile. "I hope my
daughter is putting out as good signs both for those who hear her, and
those who see her."

What kind of signs are you hanging out, boys and girls? You are putting
out some kind all the time. What would the next-door neighbor think of
you if she only heard what you said to mother, and little brother, and
the pets? Would she know you were kind, or would she think you were
cross? Or suppose your neighbor were deaf, and could only see what you
did. Would she read the sign of smiles on your face, or the sign of
frowns? Would she see prompt obedience, and cheerful work, or lagging
footsteps, and the shirking of tasks? Look over your signs to-day, and
see if you are hanging out pleasant ones so that people will be sure you
are nice.

--_Jane West._

[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail

Price of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents
per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,


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search applications.  ISYS has been deployed by thousands of organizations
operating in a variety of industries, including government, legal, law
enforcement, financial services, healthcare and recruitment.