FOR YOUNG FOLKS.

Franklin Times, Volume 9, Issue 722, 11 April 1922, Page 9

FOR YOUNG FOLKS.

PITY TO WASTE THEM!

Maidie, nearly four, brought to her mother two little branches which she had broken from a bush and stripped of their leaves.

“Here, mother,” she said, “here are Borne little sticks to whip the boys with when they are naughty.” “Rut,” objected mother, “you do not want your dear little brothers to be whipped, do you?” “Well, when they’re naughty,” Maidie emphasised. “They're such nice little sticks”—(lovingly)—“it would be a pity to waste them.” THE RICH MAN’S JEWELS. \ Once upon a time there was a very rich man, who had ever so many lino jewels. He had big diamonds, big rubies, big emeralds, and all kinds of big and beautiful gems, and as he had many of them fastened to his clothes, where they glistened brightly in the sun, he was, indeed, a splendid sight as he rode about in liis line carriage. Hundreds of people used to look at him and at his clothes and gems, and I daresay that many wished they were as rich as he was.

One day the carriage stopped at the door of a house, and the rich man got out of his carriage to go into the house. Just then a very poor man, who wan dressed in very shabby clothes, and who had not a single jewel of any kind whatever, looked very hard at the gems and jewels which the inch man had. 'hen the poor man said to the rich man, “1 thank you very much for the jewels!” The rich man stared very much at the poor man, and then said, “My friend, you are much mistaken, for I have never given you any jewels. ’ The poor man smiled and replied: “1 know that very well. But you have let me look at them, and you can only look at them yourself. Therefore, all the difference between you and me is that you have the trouble to wear and keep the gems and I liave not!” Now, that poor man was rather wise, for he knew that the rich man must often worry about the gems, and bo afraid that robber men would some day take them from him, and perhaps even' kill him. \ NOT HIS FAULT. 'A certain shopwalker in one of the large drapery establishments was noted for his sevei'ity to those under him. One day ho approached a junior assistant, whose counter a lady had just left. “You let that lady go without making a purchase,” he said severely. “Yes, sir, I—“And she was at your counter fully fifteen minutes?” “Doubtless; but then, you see ” “Exactly. I saw that, in spite of all the questions she put to you, you scarcoly answered her, and never attempted to get what she wanted.”

“Well, but ” “You need nqt make any excuse I shall report you for carelessness.” “Well, I hadn’t what she wanted.” “What was that?” '

“Six shillings. She’s a book canvasser, selling ‘The Life of Napoleon the Great’!”

The shopwalker retired crestfallen, amid the audible titters of all the assistants in the department, who greatly enjoyed his discomforture.

THE DOC WITH THE GO'JCM. Victor Hugo, who was well known to be a great lover of animals, had a favorito dog while living in Jam-ay whom ho used to bathe every morning in the sea. The dog was not altogether fond of this practice. One morning Senator had a bad cold and coughed continuously, and his master nursed him tenderly, and naturally the morning bath was discontinued for the time. Senator, however, was soon convalescent, and the weather being warm, the morning bath was started once more. The dog began to cough violently again, and his master kept him at home and tended him carefully to get rid of every trace of the cold. Senator was soon quite well again, *md fine morning the poet got ready nor his walk, and, whistling ioi his companion, started for the shore. Senator, however, knew that this meant the hated bathe once move, and forthwith began coughing again with e ll his might. 110 could not have caught cold again «11 of a sudden, hut" was clever enough to know that a bad cough meant no bath, and he acted accordingly.