OUR YOUNG FOLKS

Feilding Star, Volume XV, Issue 79, 30 September 1893, Page 6 (Supplement)

OUR YOUNG FOLKS

A GRAND PARTY.

As Arranged and Conducted by Several Musical Hoys and Girls. "Mother," said Letty, "may we bave a party and dress up like grown people?" "Oh, yes," said Fritz, her brother; "it would be such fun. I would dreas as a waiter and hand round the cakes and lemonade." "We have thought so much about it, mother," said Letty. "We could invite our friends and have a concert. I could

play on the piano, and Georgie on tho violin, and Ellen aud Harry Eden could sing, and Rosie Green can play on the jeiccordion." "And what would Nina do?" asked the mother. "Oh, I sbould be oue of the ladies who gave the part y, and you would come to it, mother, would you not:- I "Oh, yes, mother, it would lie such fun," said Fritz. "Well," said their mother, "as you are good children I will do what 1 can. to help fou, and I will let you have the drawinjg room for your party." Fritz and his sister gave a shout of joy. "There never was such a good mother as you are!" said Nina, kissing her. And so it was arranged, and the young friends wero invited, and Georgie and Letty got out their music and practiced it, and Rosie Greeu came with her accordion to practice also. Nurse made a grand velveteen suit for Fritz aud put a large white rosette in his buttonhole, and he had white stockings and shiny shoes and a white wi& "And I shall be very polite to every one," said Fritz. Robbins Birds' Nests. Boys who rob birds' nests do not always realize what a cruel thing this is to do. I used not to thiuk much about it myself until an incident occurred that showed me how keenly our feathered friends mourn the loss of their homes. One spring two linnets built their nest in some bushes near my window. We were all very much Interested in the wee home, a»d when we found four littie egrcs inside the nest took every precaution to prevent it from being disturbed. Uufc one morning when we went as usual to peep at the nest we found some cruel hand had robbed it of all its contents and left it half destroyed. We felt very sorry, bnttboughtthebirdfes would perhaps build again. Alas! no. When they returned and found their beloved home broken up, their grief was painful to see. Uttering all the while the most Eiteous cries, they frantically flew ia eirileS Igh above the nest; then they hopped all round and beneath the bushes thinking, I suppose, poor mites, that the eggs hadtallen out. For two days they continued their search, and on the third we thought they had left, as we did not notice them about. Wo were partly right, for the father bird had really gone and did hot return again, but the body of his poor wee mate was found by us, chill and lifeless, on the ground by tho bushes, and we felt quite sure then that the loss of her dear home had broken her tender heart. The Avalanche. Here is a graphic description of a snowslide that occurred one day in February on the Bitter Root mountains by one who was in it. He says: Along the trail that wound up the mountainside great masses of snow seemed to overhang us, and more than once I noticed how anxious the grizzly haired old -guide seemed to be. There was only a narrow path through the snow, and the 20 mules with live packers followed us in single file. The guide was of course in front, and I was second. We had come to a turn in the trail, and I halted to look back. I heard no warning—no cry of alarm. The snow on the mountain top began to move. The width of the avalanche was fully a quarter mile, and it moved like a flash. There was no rumbling, no crashing, and in 15 seconds later it was all over. I looked for onr pack train. Not a man or mule had escaped. They had disappeared, and for a wide space there was neither tree nor shrub. "Close call that!" said the guide. "Come on. All the men in Montana could not dig them out!'' And we rode on in silence. Tlie Cock That Crows at Daybreak. Cock-a-doodle-doo! I'm a hero! Who are yon? I go to bed at candle light And wake up in the morning bright.

Cock-a-doodle-doo! What I say is surely true. If you don't believe it's 60. Get np early and hear me crow. Soap, Hot Water and a Clean Skin. There are many muddy skinned women who need to use hot water and any good un perfumed soap on their faces onoe a day., After the face is washed in hot water ifc should be rinsed in cold and allowed to dry without using a towel. Toweling tho'face too much brings on wrinkles. In spite of the prejudice against using soap on the face there are many who still believe that no woman who fails to wash her fac© occasionally in soap and hot water can claim to have a clean skin.