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Quilt that Jack built : how he won the bicycle / by Annie Fellows Johnston ; illustrated by Etheldred B. Barry. Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows), 1863-1931. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-237-31299190 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Quilt that Jack built : how he won the bicycle / by Annie Fellows Johnston ; illustrated by Etheldred B. Barry. Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows), 1863-1931. L.C. Page, Boston : 1919, c1904. 56 p. : ill., plates ; 19 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04812.01 KUK) Printing Master B92-237. 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This page in the original text is blank. "HIS SERIOUS LITTLE FACE PUCKERED INTO AN ANXIOUS FROWN" (See fiage 4) t-- Q) I tt 11 (oo (Cormaer Series THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE By Annie Fellows Johnston Author of "The Little Colonel " Srie, I Big lrother," "' The Story of Dago," - Joel: A ]Boy of Galilee," etc. Illustrated 'y Etheldred 13. Barry Boston Al At Iat A The Page Company t -4 -4 Publishers Copyright, 1904 BY L. C. PAGE & COMPANY (INCORPORATED) All ri!qhts reserved Published October, 1904 Third Impression, March, i9io Fourth Impression, February, 19ii Fifth Imnprt-ssion, March, I914 Sixth Irnjmrcssion, July, 19i9 THE COLONIAL PRESS C. Hl. STIMON'DS CO., BOSTON, U. S. A. TO THE BOY WHO HAS MADE ALIL lOYJVIDT I)EAR TO ME- MY ONLY SON 3obn This page in the original text is blank. PAGE "His SERIOUS LITTLE FACE PUCKERED INTO AN ANXIOUS FROWVN" (See iage 4) Froniszfiiece "EVERY ONE WAS MAKING PAT( HWORK " . 6 DEAR AS IT IS TO MF, IT IS NOT SO DEAR AS THE KEEPING OF NiY WORD "' . I I "THE FAMII,.AR SQUARES OF FADED PATCH- WORK MET HIS EVE" 19 ",EACH BOY LONGED TO OWN IT" 30 ",HOEING AWAY IN HIS GARDEN" 38 "' I STOPPED AND READ IT THROUGH TWICE'" 44 ' I AND THAT KID JUST STARTED OFF ON FOOT "' 52 This page in the original text is blank. THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE This page in the original text is blank. THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT "JOHNNY makc a quilt! " repeated Rob Marshall, with a shout of laughter. " I'd as soon expect to see a wild buffalo knitting mittens! But you're not to speak of it outside the fallilv, Rob,'' his mother hastene(l to say, " and you must not tease the little fellow. You older children have ways of earning pocket-money, -Rhoda with her painting, and you with your bent iron work, but Johnny hasn't had a cent of income all fall. You know when your father explained what a hard winter this would be, and said we must economize in every way possible, Johnny offered to give up the little amount I allowed him every week for 2 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT chores. He has been doing his work ever since without pay. Now, he is wild to buy Todd W\alters' rifle. He can get it for only three dollars, and I want him to have it if possible. le has cheerfully gone without so many things this fall. He followed me around the house all morning, begging me to think of some biav in which hie could earn the money, until, in desperation, I suggested that he piece a quilt for me at a cent a block. To my great surprise, he consented eagerly. lie usually scorns anything that looks like girls' work." " And mother will have to (1o without the new bonnet that she had counted on getting with the turkey money that always comes in just before Christmas, in order to pay for it," said Rhocla to her brother. " I think it's a shame. She needs it too badly to give it up for that child's whim." A -No, daughter," answered Mrs. Marshall, gently. " In a country neighbourhood like this it matters little whether I wear my clothes one ylear or seven: and it is not a mere whim with Johnny. He wvants that rifle more than he ever wanted anything in his life before. I think the quilt money would be a good in- THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT vestment. The Work will teach him patience and neatness, and above all keep hinm quiet in the evenings. Since your father has been so worried over his business, he needs all the relaxation possible at home. He enjoys read- ing aloutd in the evenings. an(1 Johnny's fidget- ing annoys him. A ten-year-ol(l boy is all wriggle and racket without something to oc- cupy him.'' She did not say it aloucl, but, as she cut out the gay patchwork, she thought, with a warm glows of heart, of another reason for the invest- ment. The quilt would be such a precious reminder of Jolhnny's l)oyhood some day, when he had put away childish things. Every stitch would be dear to her, because of the little stubby fingers that worked so patiently to set them, despite the needle pricks and knotted thread. That evening, with every curtain drawn tight, so that no prying outsider might see and tell, and ready to run at the first sign of an approaching visitor, Johnny sat down on the hearth-rug, tailor fashion, to begin the quilt. A slateful of calculations had shown him that, by making five blocks every evening 3 4 THE QU1ILT THAT JACK BUILT and fifteen every Saturday, he could finish by Christmas. Todd would wait until then for his money. Three hundred and fifty blocks wvould give him enough for the rifle, and half a dollar besides for ammunition. " Well, Johnny," said NMr. TMarshall, teas- ingly, " I suppose your mother signed a con- tract for this. ' There's many a slip,' you knowv. WVhat would you do if the turkeys died before Christmas, and she couldn't pay you" " Huh! No danger of mother's not keeping her word! ' aniswered Johnny, wvith a confident fvag of his head. " She said she'd pay me, not only the day, but the very houir they were done. Didn't you, motlier " Yes, son." was the smiling answer, as she put the first block into his hands, and the quilt was begun. Not only the quilt, but a series of quiet evenings long to be remembered by the Marshall family. The picture of Johnny bending over his patchwork, his serious little face puckered into an anxious frown, as he tugged at the thread with awkward fingers, is one of the ways they love best to think of him. They still laugh heartily over the time when he rolled under the sofa, work-basket and THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT all, to escape the eyes of a gossipy neighbour, who had knocked unexpectedly at the side door, and who stayed so long that he fell asleep and snored loudly. The following Saturday morning, Mrs. Marshall, going out to the barn for a hatchet, heard voices on the other side of the partition. Peeping through a crack, she saw a sight that confounded her. Every boy in the neighbourhood seemed to be there, and every one wvas making patch- work. One boy was dangling his feet over the manger, several were perched on a ladder, and one was sitting cross-legged oin a huge pump- kin. Johnny was going around as Grand In- quisitor from one to another. If a seam was puckered, he gave the unlucky seamstress what they called a " hickey," - a tremendous thunmp on the head with his thumi) and middle finger. If the stitches were big and uneven, he gave two hickeys and a pinch, and one boy got half a dozen, because Johnny said his dirty hands made the thread gray. 1Irs. Marshall gath- ered that it was some sort of secret society, and that they had signed an oath in their own blood not to tell. 5 6 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT " Johnny is at the bottom of it," she thought, laughing as she went back to the house. " He has set the other boys to sewing in order to forestall them. SNow they cannot tease him, should they hear of his private quilt-piecing.' Another week \vent by of peaceful, unin- terrupte(d evenings, and( every night at bedtime Johnny counted out his tale of finished blocks THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT with a sigh of relief. On the second Saturday evening he disappeared immediately after sup- per. It was nearly an hour later when he came tumbling excitedly into the house. " Look, mother! Look, everybody! " he ex- claimed. " It's all done! Here are the three hindred an(l fifty blocks all in one pile. Noxv, I'm ready for my money, mother." "W,'hy, Johnny! " gasped Mrs. Marshall, in astonishment. " It isn't possible you have done them all in two short weeks! " " Here they are," answered Johnny, smiling broadly. " Todd got in a hurry for his money, and I was so everlasting tired of the old patch- work that I had to think of some plan; so I farmed out two hundred of the blocks at a quarter of a cent apiece. I got up a sort of secret society, and wve sewed after school and on Saturdays in the barn. The boys are wait- ing around the corner for their money now. There's ten of 'em, and I owve each one a nickel. So give me part of the money in small change, please. mother. Todd's there, too. 'cause I told him that you said you'd pay the very hour they wvere clone." He dropped the bundle in her lap and hopped 7 8 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT up and down, holding one foot in his hand. " Nov the rifle's mine," he sang. " I can look the whole world in the face, for I owe not any man." He was quoting from the memory exercises at school. His eager face clouded a little at his mother's ominous silence. He shifted uneasily from one foot to another, won- dering why she (lid not speak. At last she said, slowly: "But I had expected to pay you out of the turkey money, and I canlt get that before Christmas. I hadn't an idea you could finish before then. And, oh, Johnny! " she added, sadly, " I thought it would be all your own work. \What (lo I care for a quilt made by Toni, Dick, and Harry I consented to spend so much money on it, because I thought it woul(l give you employment for six or seven weeks at least, and that we would all set such store by a quilt that you had made with your own little fingers, - every stitch of it! " Johnny wriggled uncomfortably. It had been purely a business arrangement with him. He could not understand his mother's senti- ment. There was another disagreeable pause. Mrs. Marshall gazed into the fire with such THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT a disappointed look in her eyes that Johnny felt the tears coming into his OwVIn. Then his father and Rob and Rhoda, seeing the humour of the situation, began to laugh. "Oh, what a joke!" gasped Rhoda finally, holding her sides. " W\ho on I'd like to know," demanded Johnny, savagely, and threw himself full length on the rug. " I don't know what to (1o! " he sobbed, his face buried in his arms, and his feet waving wildly back and forth above his prostrate body. "I don't know what to do-oo! The boys are out there waiting for me around the corner, expecting me to bring the money right away. I told them sure I'd bring it - that you prom- ised - the very hour! I didn't know it made any difference to you who finished 'em, just so they was do(le." " It Ad as a misunderstanding, Johnny," said his mother, rising slowly, " but I'll keep my promise, of course." She wvent up-stairs, and in a few minutes came back with a five-dollar gold piece that she had taken out of a little box of keepsakes. They all knew its history. " Oh, mother, not that! " cried Rhoda. 9 10 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT "Not the gold piece that grandfather gave you because he wvas so proud of your leading the school a whole year both in scholarship and deportment! " " Yes, he gave it to me on my tenth birth- day, just a little while before he diedl. It was the last thing he ever gave me, and I have kept it for thirty years as one of my most precious possessions." She X-as rubbling the little coin until it shone like newv, with the bit of chamois skin in which it had been folded. " But dear as it is to me, it is not so dear as the keeping of my wor(l. Here. Johanny, take it (lown to the corner, and ask MIr. Dolkins to change it for you." Mr. Marshall listened wvith a pained con- traction of the brows. " Couldn't you wait until the latter part of next week, Abby " he asked. " I think I couldl get the money for you by that time, and I hate to have you part with the little keepsake you have treasured so long." Mrs. Marshall shook her head. " No, Rob- ert," she answered, " for that would make Johnny break his word, too. You know lie promised the boys, -and we couldn't afford "'4 DEAR AS IT IS TO ME, IT IS NOT SO DEAR AS THE KEEPING OF MY WORI).'" az This page in the original text is blank. THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT that, could we, son We must keep our word at any cost." She slipped the money into his hand, kissed him, and bade him hurry home again; and Johnny, rushing back to his impa- tient creditors, felt that it was something very solemn indeed which had just taken place. Johnny's little room at the head of the stairs was heated by the hall stove, so that the door stood open all day long. \When the newv quilt was folded across the foot of his bed, it was the first thing that caught the eye of every one passing up the stairs. Rob made up a verse al)out it. which he sang so often to tease Johnny that the first note wvas enough to make the child bristle up for a fight: "This is the patchwork all forlorn, Made by the boys in Marshall's barn. The dog and the cat and even the rat Had a hand in that - A hand in the Quilt that Jack built!" "You needn't make ftun of it," said Rhoda one day. " It has held me to my word more than once. Yesterday, for instance, I would have broken my promise to poor little Miss 13 14 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT Sara Grimes, to help her entertain her old ladies, and would have accepted Harry Dill- ing's invitation, which came later, to go sleigh- ing. But that quilt w ould not let me. It showed me mother as she stood there with her precious little gold piece, saying, ' We must keep our word at ally cost! ' After that I couldn't disappoint poor old Mliss Sara." " I know," answered Rob, softly, looking up from his algebra. " It's served me the same way. It lies there like the exponent of a higher pover, - the exponent of mother's standards and ideals that she expects us to raise our- selves up to." Mr. Marshall made a similar confession one day, and it seemed that Johnny alone was the only member of the family who had no senti- ment in regard to the quilt, except, perhaps, a feeling of gratitude. It had brought him the rifle. He snuggled down under it on cold winter nights, tumbled out from under it on cold winter mornings and wvent his happy-go- lucky way, regardless of what it might have said to him if he had had ears to hear. Then, when, worn and faded by many washings, it outgrew its usefulness as he outgrew his boy- THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT hood, one spring morning his mother packed it carefully away in folds of old linen and lav- ender. It was toward the middle of John Marshall's freshman year at college. The boy " all wvrig- gle an(l racket " was a strong, athletic young fellow now, still with the same propensities of his restless boyhood. His overtlowing animal spirits ma(le him a jolly companion. an(l he found himself popular from the start. There was no nee(l now for petty economies in the Marshall homestead. Business had been pros- perous since that one hard wvinter when Johnny ma(le patchwork to pay for his gun, and he found himself now with as liberal an allowance as any one in his class. I'm in for having a royal good time," he wrote to Rhoda, who was homie-keeper nowv, for it had been two years since her mother's death, and Rhoda had (lone her best to fill the vacant place to them all. " And you needn't preach to me, Sis." he wrote. " i'm all right, and I'm not going to get into the trouble which you cheerfully predict. I shall not get into any scrapes that I can't skin out of; but a I 5 16 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT fellow woul(l be a fool who didn't squeeze as much fun as possible out of his college life." As he xvas finishing this letter, three stu- dents, who were foremost in all the fun going, came tumlbling unceremoniously into his room. " Say, you there, Marshall," cried the first one, " hustle tup and get ready for a lark to- night. You know that Sophomore Wilson, the long-faced fellow the l)oys call Squills He's rooming in the old Baptist parsonage away out on the edge of town. It's vacant now, and they're glad to let him have a room free for the sake of somebody to guard the premises. WVe've found that he wdvill be out to-night, sitting up with a sick frat., so we've planned to borrow the parsonage in his ab- sence to give a swell dinner. Tingley and Jones will visit several hen-roosts in our behalf, and wve'll roast the fowvls in the parsonage stove. If you'll just set up the champagne, Jacky, my boy, we'll be ' Yours for ever, little darling,' and we'll gamble on the green of the defunct parson's study table ' till morning doth appear.' " He took out a new deck of cards as he spoke, THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT and slapped significantly on his overcoat pocket, bulging with packages of cigarettes. " What if Squills should come back unex- pectedly" asked Johnny. " Oh, that's all arranged. WVe'll toss him up in a blanket until he hasn't breath enough left to squeal on us. Suppose you bring along a blanket, if you have one to spare," suggested the wild senior, whose notice always flattered the susceptible freshman. " In case Squills does turn tip before schedule time, it would be a good thing to have one landy.'' All right, I'll be ready. When do you start " " At ten o'clock," was the answer. " Ve'll come by for you," an(l the three conspirators tramped down the long corridor, shoulder to shoulder, to the whistled tune of " John Brown's Body." John sat dlown at his table, frowning over his lessons for the next dav. For nearly an hour he tried to work, first at his Latin and then on the theme that he wvas expected to hand in directly after chapel. But his thoughts were on the coming lark. " Oh, bother! " he exclaimed at last, toss- I17 18 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT ing the books into a disorderly heap and tear- ing his theme in two. " Vvhat difference will it make fifty years from now, if I'm not pre- pared to-morrowv I guess I'll get that blanket while I think about it." At the beginning of the cold weather, he had written home for some extra blankets, and Rhoda had sent a box immediately. It had been standing in the closet several days, wait- ing for him to find time to unpack it. A sofa pillow made of his class colours came tumbling out as he remove(l the lid, and, wondering what other extras his sister might have put in the box, he turned it upside down on the bed to investigate. Two fine soft blankets came first, then an eiderdown comfort, and then- something wrapped in a square of time-yellowed linen, and smelling faintly of lavender. " What under the canopy! " he muttered, beginning to unfold it. " Well, I'll be - jig- gered! " hie exclaimed. as the familiar squares of faded patchwork met his eve. " It's that old quilt I made for mother! He had for- gotten its existence. but no\, as he spread it out full length, smiling at the well-known ( THE FAMILIAR SQUARES OF FADED PATCHWORK MET HIS EYE " This page in the original text is blank. THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT object, it seemed only yesterday that he had been at work upon it. Rob's old teasing rhyme came back to him: s This is the patchwork all forlorn, Made by the boys in Marshall's barn." "It wtas funny," he thought, "the way I farmed out those two hundred blocks to the other boys. XVhy, here's a piece of one of those little striped waists I use(l to wear, and there's a piece of Rob's checked shirt and Rhoda's apron. 1 wouldn't have imagined that I could have recognized themn after all these years, but they loWok as natural as life. ;\nd this," - his finger wvas resting on a square of dotted blue calico, - " mother wore this. My! the times I've hung on to that dress, following her around the house, bothering her to stop and cover a ball, or make me a marble bag, or untangle my fishing-lines. And she always stopped so patiently." He was back in the sunny old kitchen, with its spicy smell of gingerbread and pies, hot from the Saturday baking. Outside, the snoxv clung to the trees, but the wintry sun shining through the shelf of yellow chrysanthemums 21 22 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT by the window, made dancing summer shad- ows on the clean white floor. Hle was looking at the quilt through blurred eyes now. How many, many nights she had spread it over him and tucked him snugly in, and softly kissed his eyelids down, before she carried away the lamp. It came over him all in a swrift rush, with a sudden cold sense of desolation, that she could never do that again! never any more! The light had been taken away, never to be brought back. Big fellow as he was, he dropped on his knees by the bed, and buried his face in the old quilt, wvith a long, quivering sob. He had been occupied wsith so many things in the new experiences of his college life that he had not missed her for the last few months; but the sight of the o0l (juilt brought her so p)lainly before him that the longing to have her back was almost intolerable. Several blocks away, a crowd of students crossing the campus in the moonlight started a rollicking chorus. It floated blithely up to him on the wintry night air. " The fellows will be here in a minute," he thought. " What would she say if she knew THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT I promised her that I would never, never touch a drop of liquor or a deck of cards, and here I am, getting ready for a night of drinking and gambling and carousing. But IEve gone too far to back out now. How they'd hoot and laugh if they knew!" He got up, anld began to fold the quilt, pre- paratory to putting it back in the box. The old scenes still kept crowding upon him. He saw himself lying on the hearth-rug, the night the boys were waiting for him around the cor- ner, and he weas crying out, " But you promzised Wc! You promnised wle! " and there was his mother with the bit of a gold piece in her hand, - the precious little keepsake that she had treasured for thirty years, saying, in answer to her husband's remonstrance: " No, Robert, that woul(l make Johnny break his promise, too, and we couldn't afford that, could we. son WVe must keep our word at any cost!" It stood out fair and fine nov. the memorv of her unswverving truthfulness. her fidelity to duty. If the commllonplace deeds of those early (lays had seemed of little molllent to his child- ish eyes in passing, he saw them at their full value now. He recognized the high purpose 23 24 THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT with which she had pieced her little days to- gether, now that he could look at the whole beautiful pattern of her finished life. How sacredly she had always kept her word to him, the slightest promise always inviolate! Ah, the little gold coin was the very least of all her sacrifices. He was about to say, " No, they shall not all be in vain,' when he heard the fellows on the walk outside. A cold perspiration broke out on his forehead, as he considered the con- sequences should he refuse to go with them. Strong as he was, he had a fear of ridicule. To be laughed at, to be ostracized by the set he admired, was more than he could endure. Like many another brave fellow, fearless in every respect but one, he was an arrant coward before that one overpowering fear of being laughed at. He gathered the quilt in his arms, debating whether he should hide it hastily in the closet, or come out boldly before them all with its w hole homely little story. The fellows were tramping down the hall now. Oh, what should he dlo' Go or not It meant to break with them for all time if he refused now. THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT 25 There was an instant more of indecision, as the footsteps halted at the threshold, but, when the door burst open, he had squared his shoulders to meet whatever might come, and was whispering between his set teeth: "At any cost, mother! I'll keep my promise at any cost! " This page in the original text is blank. HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE This story first appeared in the Central Clhris- tian Advocate. The author wishes to acknowl- edge the courtesy of the editor in permitting her to reypublish it in the present volume. HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE "LOOKS like everybody in Bardstown has a wheel but us," said Todd Walters, wistfully pressing his little freckled nose against the show-window of the bicycle shop, where a fine wheel was on exhibition. It was the third time that day that Todd had walked five blocks out of his wav to look in at that wvindow, and each time Abbot Mlor- gan and Chicky WN;iggins were wvith him. In the two weeks that the new store had been open, the hoys never failed to stop by on their way from school, and the more they looked at the wheel displayed so temptingly in the win- dow, the more each boy longed to own it. None of them had any spending money. 2Q HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE Todd might have by and by when school was out, and he began selling fly-paper again, as he had done the summer before; but it was understood in the tumble-down little cottage that Todd called home that every penny thus earned was to be saved toward the purchase of a much needed new suit. Chicky Wiggins never could hope to buy 30 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE the wheel, for he was a district messenger boy, and it took all his weekly earnings to pay for his board and lodging and washing and shoe- leather. Chicky had no family to look after him, or help him make one nickel do the work of three. Abbot Morgan was such a vell-dressed boy that one might have supposed that his pockets were always supplied with spending money, but those who knew Abbot's uncle, the hard, grasping man with whoml he lived, knew better. Peter had worked hard for his little fortune, and, while he was willing to provide a com- fortable home for his sister's orphan son, he did not propose that one penny should be spent in foolishness. as he called it. So there was little hope of Abbot ever owning the wheel. "But I'll have something to spend as I please this summer," he said, as they stood looking in through the window. " Uncle said that after I have (lone Aunt Jane's chores every morning, I shall have my time to myself this summer. He let me have the two acres back of the house for a garden, and I've got it planted with all sorts of vegetables. They are coming on fine, and I'm going to sell them and 3 1 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE have all the money myself, after uncle has paid for the seed." Many a conversation about the wheel took place in front of that window, and old Judge Parker, who had his law-office next door, soon began to look for the boys' visit as one of the most interesting happenings of the day. Every- body in Bardstown knew old Judge Parker. He was as queer as he wvas kind-hearted, which was saying a great deal, as he was the most benevolent old soul that had ever lived in the little town. There was a kindly twinkle in his blue eyes as he laid down his paper and beck- oned the boys to come into his office. He had been making inquiries about them for several days, and one of the queerest of his many queer plans was soon unfolded to the wondering boys. " I've noticed that you seem to admire that wheel in the window of Stark Brothers a good deal," he said, "and I'm going to give you each a chance to win it. I'll offer it as a prize if you are willing to work for it on my condi- tions. I've heard that you will each be in business for yourselves in a small way this summer, and I'll make this offer. If each of 32 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE you boys without any help from any one, will choose a good proverb or text out of the Bible for a business motto, I'll give the wheel to the boy who makes the best choice. You can select any three business men in Bardstown to be the judges; but the proof of a pudding is in the eating, you know, so you must apply that motto to your owvn business faithfully for two months, and the excellence of the motto will be judged by the results." Tlhe boys looked at the judge in open- mouthed surprise. They thought he surely must be joking, but nothing could be more serious or dignified than the way in which the white-haired old gentleman repeated his offer. So, after awhile, the boys succeeded in naming three business men to be the judges, who were satisfactory to all of them. They chose a grocer, a druggist, and a livery-stable proprie- tor, who were located on the same street with Stark Brothers. " Ain't it the funniest thing you ever heard of " said Chicky Wiggins, when they were once more on the street. " It'll be a long time to keep a secret, and I'll be aching to know what mottoes you kids have picked out. I'll 33 34 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE bet it's just a trap to get us to read the Bible. He's one of your pious kind.' " Well, it's a trap wvorth walking into," an- swered Abbot, " if it's baited with something as tempting as a bicycle. The only trouble is that it will take so long to find a motto. The Bible is so full of them that a fellowvd feel like he ought to read it clear through, for fear of skipping the very one that might take the prize, and we have only a week to make a choice. " Abbot did not have to search long for his verse. He found it the second day, and chose it the instant his eye caught the sentence on the page. " Why, I've heard uncle say that a dozen times! " he exclaimed, as he read the familiar line "' The hand of the diligent ,nak- eth rich.' That worked all right in uncle's case, and it will be an easy one to live up to, for, if I buckle down to it, and sell a whole lot of vegetables, I can prove my motto is the best." From that day- Abbot began to feel a sense of ownership in the wheel in Stark Brothers' show-window. Todd Walters worried nearly a week over his choice. It was the last week of school, HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE and he sat with a little pocket Bible hidden between the covers of his geography many an hour when he should have been learning the rivers of Asia, or doing long sums in the divi- sion of fractions. Six days of the seven went by before he found a motto to his liking. He was lying stretched out on the old lounge in the tiny sitting-room that noon, waiting for dinner. Todd and his mother lived alone in this little cottage, and she was busy all sum- mer making preserves and pickles and jellies to sell. It was their only means of support. As the delicious odour of strawberry pre- serves floated in from the kitchen, Todd thought of his sweet-faced little mother bend- ing over the steaming kettle, and wished he could tell her the secret of the prize wheel. "I wisht I could ask her for a verse," he said. "She must know pretty near the whole Bible off by heart. I never knew anybody that could say so many verses in a string without stop- ping." Just then his eye fell on the old family Bible, lying in state on the marble-topped centre table, and remembering how boldly the big type always seemed to stare out at him when 35 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE he used to look at the pictures in it, he got up from the lounge to walk across the room and open it. The leaves opened as of their owvn accord at a chapter in Proverbs, where an old-fashioned cardboard book-mark kept the place. It had been years since his grand- father's trembling hand had placed that book- mark there, the last time he led in family pray- ers, an(l his mother had never allowed it to be moved. So the book opened now at the chapter that had been read on that memorable morning, and Todd's eye caught the text at the top of the page: "A good 01namc is rather to be chosen than great rihes, and loving favoufr thlzan silver awlr gold." " I'll take that," said Todd, softly, to him- self, as lie closed the great volume, " for I remember just what mother said about it when she explained it to me." So that was the motto which found its way to Judge Parker's office in a sealed envelope, as he had directed thev should be sent, with each boy's name signed to the verse of his choice. It was not so easy for Chicky Wiggins to make a decision. To begin with, nobody in 36 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE the cheap lodging-house that was his only home had a Bible, and he wvas ashamed to ask for one from the other boys. Still the daily sight of that wheel in Stark Brothers windowv finally nerved him to borrow a little old dog- eared Testament from the Swede who swept out the office. The young Swede had gotten it at a mission school he faithfully attended. There was no back on it, and several of the leaves were missing, lout some reverent hand had heavily underscored somne of the verses, and these wvere the ones that Chicky spelled out when no one was lo)king. " Here's one in Luke that somebody has marked," he said to himself. " That ought tto bring good luck, 'cause Luke is my real nan.e, and it was daddy's, too. Everybody that kntew daddy says that he was a good man. I believe I'll take this just because it is in Luke, and somebody seemed to think it was an extra good one, or lie wvouldn't have put three lines under it. The other verses that are marked have only one. 'He that is faithful inl that uhich is least is faithful also in mutch.' I reckon that that's about as good a motto for the district messenger business as any. I'll 37 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE take this and sign myself Luke. Folks have called me Chicky so long they must have for- gotten I have any other name." - The 'Monday after school was out found Abbot in a pair of old overalls, hoeing away in his garden as if his life depended on getting 38 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE rid of the last weed. Several of the boys stopped at the back fence to beg him to go fishing with them, but he gave them a laugh- ing refusal. " I'm after bigger fish than your little brook trout," he said, in a mysterious way. " I've got my line set for a whaling big fish that will make you all green with envy. You just tvait and see what I get on the end of ily line." He chuckled as he spoke. The line he meant was in a sealed envelope on Judge Parker's desk, and he was sure that it wvould draw the prize which would be envied by every boy in the neighbourhood. " I'll bet it's tied to a bean-pole," was the mocking answer. " Come along, boys, no use wasting time on an old dig like Ab." He stood leaning oil his hoe-handle a mo- ment, watching the boys file down the alley with their fishing-poles over their shoulders, and thoughlit of the shadv creek bank where they would soon be sitting. How much pleas- anter to be \v\here the willows (lippe(lc lown into the clear, still pools than here in the rough furrows of the garden, with the hot sun beat- ing down on him. It was only for a moment 39 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE he stood there, longing to follow, then he fell to wtork again. Every thud of the hoe, as it struck into the rich earth, kept time to the refrain which re- peated itself over and over in his mind: " The hand of the dil-i-gent ma-keth rich! " That wvas the tune to which he set everything dur- ing the two months that followed. He hur- ried through his Aunt Jane's chores in an impatient way, doing as little as possible in order to get back to his own work. She won- dered why he was so absorbed in his garden. When he was not weeding or watering or planting, he was counting the number of pea- pods on every vine, or the ears of corn as they tasselled out on each stalk. He had put brains as wvell as muscle into his summer's work, asking questions and advice of every gardener in Bardstown, and carefully reading the agri- cultural papers one of them loaned him. Every vegetable he attempted to raise was a success, and he carried them all three miles down the road toward the city, to some rich customers that he found in the elegant suburban homes there. They were willing to pay nearly double the price that the Bardstown people offered 40 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE him, everything he had was so fresh and good. It was a long way to trudge with his heavy baskets, and he longed every day for the wheel be was trying so hard to win. " \Won t I spin along then! " he said to himself on more than one occasion, as he dragged his tired feet home- ward. His Aunt Jane wanted to buy some of his vegetables, and hinted several times that he might supply the table once in awhile for noth- ing; but beyond an occasional contribution in the way of a few inferior vegetables that lhe could not sell, he wvould not part wvith any at the price she offered. He's a boy after your own heart, Peter Morgan," she complained to her husband. He's closer than the bark on a tree." "Well, that's nothing against him," wvas the answver. " That's business. He'll be rich some day. Keep all you get and get all you can is the only way to get along in the world, ac- cording to my notion." It was the M\londavy after school wvas out that Todd Walters also started to wtork. Hie weas selling fly-paper on commission for his friend. 42 HOW HE WVON THlE BICYCLE the druggist. It was that sticky kind, called Tanglefoot," that promises such a pleasant pathl to the unwary insect, but proves such a snare and a delusion at the last. Mrs. Walters waved him gooed-bye from the kitchen d(oor as he starte(l hopeftully off, bare- footed and happy, wvith a smile all over his little, roun(l, hionest face. I le camne back at noon xvith fort cents an(l a gloxving account of his morning s wvork. 1 might have made more," lhe said, " but Mrs. Carr asked me to play xvith the baby while she ran across the street to ask about another cook. Hers is gone, and she was afraid to leave the baby by itself while she hunlte( another. Then wvlhen I stoppe(l at Mrs. Foster's, the professor's wife, you knowv, she wvas nearly crying. She had lost a ring in the grass that she thought everytlhin g of. It had belonged to the professor's grandmother. I helped her look for it for nearly an hour, and at last I found it on the tennis-court. It was a 1)eauty, an(l she was so glad she fairly hugged me, an(l wvanted to pay me for finding it, but of course I wouldn't take anything for a little work like that." HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE " Of course not," echoed his mother. "Well, what else hindered you " " Old Mr. Beemer for one thing. He is too blind to read, you know, and he was sitting out under a tree, with a letter in his hand. His daughter told me she had read it to him five times this morning, but he wants to hear it every half-hour. He is so old and childish. She had bought several sheets of fly-paper, so I stopped and read it through twice, and he seemed so pleased, and calledl me the light of his eyes. I hope I can do better than this this afternoon." Mrs. Walters took the four dimes he handed her to put away, and, as they jingled down into the old cracked ginger jar that served for Todd's bank, she said: " WN'ell, under the circumstances, I'm glad you didn't earn any more this morning, if it should have kept you from doing those little kindnesses. You need your clothes bad enough, in all conscience, but it is better to smooth out the way for people as you go along. O0l Solomon Adas right, loving favour is better than silver and gold." Todd's sunburned face grew so rel, as his mother unconsciously stumbled upon the motto 43 44 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE that he had chosen, that he turned a somer- sault on the kitchen floor to hide his embar- kt rassment. fie need not have been so confused, for she wvas alwaays saying such things. Sales where not always so goo(l as they wvere the first hot morning. Many a (lay Todd wan- dered all over the little town, stopping at every HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE door, only to be met by a disappointing " no." Many a time, when the hot pavements burned his bare feet and he was tired and discouraged, he longed for the wheel which he hoped would some day be his; and every evening, on his way home, he stopped to look in at Stark Brothers' window, to feast his eyes on that bicycle inside. One evening, as he stood looking in, Chicky Wiggins slipped up and slapped him on the back in his friendly way. " Hullo, Todd," he called, " admiring my wheel, are yout I'm letting it stay in there awhile to accommodate Stark Brothers, but the truth is I've been think- ing seriously of having to take it out. The company sends me on such long errands that I seem to be getting more walking than the doctor prescribed. It (loesn't agree xvith me." " You mnean my wheel," laughed Todd. I'll lend it to you sometimes. Chickv, my son. if you 11 promise to be good." " I say, I odd, said Chickv. giving him a quizzical glance, " Icl give a (loughuut to know What motto you an(l Ab chose." Todd grinned. "You won't have much longer to wait," he said. " Time is nearly up, 45 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE and we'll know our fate in another ten days." The last week in August, the three men whom the boys had selectel to decide their case met in Judge Parker's office. " If you want my opinion," said the grocer, when he was called upon, " I think Ab Mor- gan has worked the hardest for this prize. He has proved the truth of his motto beyond a doubt, for he has made a success of his gar- den, and has never slacked up a day. He has made a nice little pile of money, too, and I would recommend him to any business man in this town as an example of diligence. I'll be glad to have him clerk for me any time he gets ready to come." " I think that little Todd Walters has made the best choice," said the druggist. " You see, he has been selling fly-paper for me all summer on commission, and I've had a chance to see the inner workings. People are always coming to me with some pleasant thing to say about him. He's certainly won the 'loving favour' of all he's had anything to do with, whether they were his customers or not, and 46 HOW HE WVON THE BICYCLE the good name he has made for himself wvill stick to him all his life. " He had a lemonade stand at the baseball g1-ame last Wveek, and I heard Doctor Streeter say to a friend: ' Come on, Bill, let's go over and get a glass, - patronize the little fellow.' The man said, ' No, thank you, doc, none of that weak circus stuff for me, -acid and col- iJirillg matter and sweetened water. I've been an enterprising boy myself, and know howv it's done.' " ' I assure you it's all right if Todd Walters lna(le it,' answered the doctor. ' I'm willing to guarantee him to any extent. lie's " all wool and a yard xvide " in everything lie does, an(l. if you don't find his lemoinade is pure stuff, ma(le of real lemons, my name is not James Streeter. That little fellow has the respect an(l confidence of everybody who knows him, and I'd trust him with anything I've got.'' " That's all right as far as it goes," inter- rupted the grocer, " but lie hasn't made as much money as Ab. Ab has furnished straight goods, too, and has never misrepresented things." 47 48 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE "Yes," answered the druggist, "but the almighty dollar has been his sole aim and am- bition. He has been selfish and miserly in the pursuit of it, and money is all he has gained. Nowv Todd has been industrious enough. and gone about his business quite as faithfully as Ab, but instead of putting his head down like a dog on the scent of a rabbit, he has had some thought of the people he passed. I like that in a business man. Aside from any ethical consideration, a manl makes more in the long run if he cares for the good-will of his cus- tomers as well as their cash." " Vhat have you to say on the subject, Mr. Brown " asked the judge, turning to the pro- prietor of the livery-stable. " Well, my choice is for Chicky Wiggins," answered the man, tipping back his chair and thrusting his hands in his pockets. " I may not have as much book-learning as these other gentlemen, but there's one thing that I do know when I see it, and that's a good steady gait either of a horse or a man. Nows Chicky is no thoroughbred, and he'll probably never beat the record of them that is, but I've kept an eye on him this summer, and I tell you HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE he's developing the traits that win every time. Last spring, when the judge made this offer, he was as skittish and unreliable as a young colt. I wouldn't have trusted him around the corner to do an errand for me. I've known him ever since he put on the district messenger uniform, and I wouldn't have given one of his own brass buttons for him. I've come across him too many times, When he'd been sent on an errand, stopping to play marbles and fly kites with the other boys. " But since lie's took up with that motto of his, he's settled down in the harness as steady as a ten-year-old horse. Now I notice if there's anything specially important to be done, Chicky's the one they pick out. There's some- thing almost pitiful in the way lie's been try- ing, when you recollect he has never had any raising, and has shifted for himself all his life. I don't really believe that it's to get the wheel that has made such a change in him as the idea of being faithful in every little thing has taken such a holt on him. I've known him to walk two miles to straighten out the matter of a penny or a postage-stamp. " I'm not saying but that the other fellows' 49 50 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE mottoes are l)est for them that likes them, but, if I was a-lhtunting somebodly that I could tie to through thick and thin, in any kind of busi- ness, and undler every kind of circumstance, I'll be blaniecl if I wouldn't rather choose some- body that wvas a-living up to Chicky's text in dead earnest." " He certainly does seem to have made more improvement than the others personally,' ad- mitted the grocer, " lbut in a business way the results (1o not show so plainly." " \ell, there's still a w\eek," said Juldge Parker, finally. " We'll wait a little longer before we decide." Several (lays later, Todd W\alters ran breath- lessly up the alley that led to the lack of the Morgan place, and scraml)le(l over the high board fence. " Hi, Ab! " he called, as lie dropped lightly to the ground. " Have you heard the newvs" No," ansver Ab, dlropping the basket he was carrying. an(l straightenig up to listen. Chickv is in luck. HPes had a perfectly splendid position offered him in an express- office in another town. He'll make as much in one month there as he did here in a whole HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE year. I'm going down after dinner to ask all the particulars. All I know now is that some strange gentleman telephoned down to the District Messenger Office a few days ago for them to send the trustiest employee that they had up to the hotel as quick as possible. Something important had to be attended to, and he didn't want anybody that couldn't be trusted in every way. And out of the whole iounch Chicky was the one they picked, as the most reliable one in the office. " The gentleman was sick and couldn't go to take some important papers somewhere that they had to go, and he was a stranger, and didn't know anybody in town. But he told Chicky it was very particular that they should get there on time, and he would make it all right with the company for sending him out of town. Then he gave him some money to buy a railroad ticket, and told him just where to go, and what to do and everything. " Well, there was a wreck on the road, some- where along in the night, and lots of people were hurt. Chicky got a bad cut on his head that bled awfully, and sprained his shoulder besides. But when he shook himself together, 5 I HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE and got somebody to tie up his head, he found that the train would be seven hours behind time on account of that smash-up. And that kid just started off on foot. He walked all the rest of the night, and, when he got to the town where he wuas to leave the papers, he was so near done for that he had to hire a hack to haul him up to the man's house. It turned 52 HOW HE WON VHE BICYCLE out that he got there just in time to save the stranger a big lot of property in some way or another, and the manl said he'd been looking for years for a boy like that, who could be faithful to a trust, and noxx that he'd found him he intended to stand(l bl him. I think it was real brave of Chicky to go all that way in the (lark, all alone on a stralnge roa(. I'll bet it will be in all the papers.' And I'll bet he'll get the bicycle nowv," said Ab, gloomily, as lhe sat (lo-n on the wheel- barroxv and kicked his heels against it. " I feel it in my bones. All my summer's work's gone for nothing." "I wvalltedl it awvfully bad, too," said Todd, with a sigh andl a sudden clou(ling of his bright little face. " Of course, I 'd be glad for Chicky to have it, when lie hasn't any home or noth- ing, but I've worked so hard for it, and 1 can't help feeling (lisaplpointel." All the way home his heart felt as heavy as lead, and, when he came in sight of the little tumble-dow n cottage, his e es were blurred wvith tears for a moment. " Todd, lear," called his mother, running out to meet him, " guess who has been here. 5 3 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE It was Judge Parker's wvife. Yes, I know all about your secret now. She told me the men have finally, deci(le(l that Luke Wiggins has won the w lheel. But she is so disappointed on your account, and told me so manly nice things that people have said about you that I just sat down and cried. I was so proud and happy. And, Todd, what do you think she left here for you to take care of She'll pay you well for doing it, and 1, will be yours to use just as if it were your own, -a pony! A beautiful little Shetland pony. It was her little grandson's, and( they have kept it since he died, because they could not hear to part with anything he had been so fond of. Now they are going away from Bardstown for a long, long time. ThIey have been looking around for somebody to take care of it, and they say they woul(l rather trust it to you than any one they know. You can have it to pet and love and use just as long as you want it." " Oh, it's too good to 1)e true! " cried Todd, giving his mother a hug of frantic joy before he rushed off to the stable. There she found him a little later with his arms around the pony's neck, saying over and over: " Oh, you 54 HOW HE WON THE BICYCLE dear, beautiful old thing! You're better than a thousand w\ heels! ' " It's all because of your living up to your motto, sonny hoy." she said, as she held out a lump of sugar for the pretty creature to nibble. It w as y our ' goo(l namc ' that brought you into AMrs. Parker's ' loving favour.' Abbot NIorgan's disal)l)oitment w\,as not tempere(l by any such great happiness as came to little T'1dd. b)ut it was a proud moment w\-hen he showed his uncle his bank-book, and heard his hearty praise. Judge Parker and the grocer were there also at the time. I came to tell you," said the grocer, " that there is a man in my store who has a first-class wheel that he wants to sell cheap. You have earned more than enough to pay the price he asks for it, so you see your summer's work has not been in vain. And I want to say that any time you Want to put that ' hand of the dili- gent' into my business. I'll make a place for you." There was a gratified smile on Ab's face as he thanked him. ' I'll go right down now and buy that wheel," lie exclaimed. " Well," said the judge, as he took his de- 5 5 5lOW HIE WON THlE BICYCLE parture, "every one of those texts worked out just as true as preaching, and brought its own reward, but I rather think Luke's is the best one to tie to." As he turned the corner, he met Chicky himself, who was coming to find him on the new bicycle that had just been sent to him. " Oh, Judge Parker! " he cried, jumping off the wheel, cap in hand. " I was just com- ing to thank you, but," he stammered, " I - I -don't know wvhere to begin. I'm tickled nearly to death. It's a beauty, sure!" He looked down, growing red in the face, as he dug his toe in the gravel. Then he said, bashfully: " You've more than put me on a wheel, Judge Parker. 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By JULIANA HORATIA EWING THE STORY OF A SHORT LIFE This beautiful and pathetic story will never grow old. It is a part of the world's literature, and will never die. JACKANAPES A new edition, with new illustrations, of this exquisite and touching story, dear alike to young and old. A GREAT EMERGENCY A bright little story of a happy, mischievous family of children. B-4 COSY CORNER SERIES By FRANCES MARGARET FOX THE LITTLE GIANT'S NEIGHBOURS A charming nature story of a " little giant " whose neighbors were the creatures of the field and garden. FARMER BROWN AND THE BIRDS A little story which teaches children that the birds are man's best friends. BETTY OF OLD MACKINAW A charming story of child life. BROTHER BILLY The story of Betty's brother, and some further adven- tures of Betty herself. MOTHER NATURE'S LITTLE ONES Curious little sketches describing the early lifetime, or "childhood," of the little creatures out-of-doors. HOW CHRISTMAS CAME TO THE MUL- VANEYS A bright, lifelike little story of a family of poor children with an unlimited capacity for fun and mischief. THE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS Nliss Fox has vividly described the happy surprises that made the oe.1sion so menmorable to the Nlulvaneys, and the funny things the children did in their nev environ- ment. By LILLIE FULLER MERRIAM JENNY'S BIRD HOUSE A chartningly original story for the little folks. In the guise of a fairy tale it introduces many interesting facts con- cerning birds and their ways. JENNY AND TITO The story of how .Jenny crosses the big ocean aoti spenris a siuiiirner in old l'rovence, which is in France, you know, and of how she finds the little lost dog Tito, who finahly be- coumes her very own pet. B-5 THE P.f7E COMPANY'S By OTHIER A UTHORS EDITHA'S BURGLAR By FRANCES ll(DI)iS(,.N BURINETT. The most successful story that this popular author has ever w ritten. THE PINEBORO QUARTETTE By WI LLIS BON) ALLEL.. The story of how four persevering and ambitious young folks, left penlhiless, make their way in. the world. THE LITTLEST ONE OF THE BROWNS By SOPHIE Swi:TT. " It will appeal to the understanding and interest of every child." - Brooklyn Eitqle. THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER: A LEGEND OF STItIA. BY Joiiv RuSKIN. One of the best juveniles for children. A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES By It. L. STEV-EN-SO.N. MIr. Stevenson's little -volume is too well known ti need description. RAB AND HIS FRIENDS By DR. JOiiHN ; BROWN-. An old favorite that never loses its interest. JOE, THE CIRCUS BOY By ALICE E. ALLEN. A tender little story about an orphan boy, and of the good fortune that befell him through his devotion to the trick dog of the circus. ROSEMARY By ALICE E. ALLEN. A companion volume to "Joe, The Circus Boy." A delightful story of how little twin girls, who look exact'v alike, pu/zzle their schoolmates for an entire year. THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY Bv EDWARD Ev-iRErr HALE. This remarkable story presents perhaps the greatest lesson in patriotism and love of country that was ever penned. B-6 totp SCorner getter Stories by ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON Each 16mo, cloth decorative, per volume . . 0.60 THE LITTLE COLONEL (Trade Mark.) The scene of this story is laid in Kentucky. Its heroine is a small girl, who is known as the Little Colonel, on account of her fancied resemblance to an old-school Southern gentleman, whose fine estate and old family are famous in the region. " Mrs. Johnston is a faithful interpreter of child life." - Chicago Daily News. THE GIANT SCISSORS This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures in France. Joyce is a great friend of the Little Colonel, and in later volumes shares with her the delightful ex- periences of the " House Party " and the " Holidays." " Its simple language and fine sentiment will charm every reader." - Pittsburg Gazette. TWO LITTLE KNIGHTS OF KENTUCKY WHO WERE THE LITTLE COLONEL's NEIGHBORS. In this volume the Little Colonel returns to us like an old friend, but with added grace and charm. She is not, however, the central figure of the story, that place being taken by the " two little knights." " The truest portrayals of child life ever written."- Chicago Record-Herald. MILDRED'S INHERITANCE A delightful little story of a lonely English girl who comes to America and is befriended by a sympathetic American family who are attracted by her beautiful speaking voice. B-7 THE PAGE COMPANY'S By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON (Continued) CICELY AND OTHER STORIES FOR GIRLS The readers of 'Mrs. Johnston's charming juveniles will be glad to learn of the issue of this volume for young people. AUNT 'LIZA'S HERO AND OTHER STORIES A collection of six bright little stories, which will appeal to all boys and irost girls. BIG BROTHER A story of two boys. The devotion and care of Stephen, hims lf a small boy, for his baby brother, is the theme of the simple tale. OLE MAMMY'S TORMENT " Ole Manminy's Torment " has been fitly called " a classic of Southern life." It relates the haps and mis- haps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by love and kindness to a knowledge of the right. THE STORY OF DAGO In this story 'Mrs. .Johnston relates the story of Dago, a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mis- haps is both interesting and amusing. THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT A pleasant little story of a boy's labor of love, and how it clria-e the course of his life many years after it was accoml)lished. FLIP'S ISLANDS OF PROVIDENCE A storv of a boy's life 1)attle, his early defeat, and his final triumph, well worth the reading. B-8 Selections from The Page Company's Books for Young People THE BLUE BONNET SERIES Each large 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated, per volume . . . . . . 1.50 A TEXAS BLUE BONNET By CAROLINE: E. JACOBS. " The book's heroine, Blue Bonnet, has the very finest kind of wholesome, honest, lively girlishness."-Chicago Inter-Ocean. BLUE BONNET'S RANCH PARTY By CAROLINE E. JACOBS AND 1nDYTHr ELLERBECIc READ. "A healthy, natural atmosphere breathes from every chapter."-Boston Transcript. BLUE BONNET IN BOSTON; OR, BoARDING- SCHOOL DAYS AT 'MISS NORT11 S. By CAROLINE E. JACOBS AND LELA HORN RICHARDS. "It is bound to become popular because of its whole- someness and its many human touches."-Boston Globe. BLUE BONNET KEEPS HOUSE; O, Tnz NE\w HOME IN THlE EAST. By CAROLINE E. JACOBS AND I.ELA HORN RICHARDS. "It cannot fail to prove fascinating to girls in their teens."-New York sun. BLUE BONNET-DEBUTANTE By LELA HORN RICHARDS. An interesting picture of the unfolding of life for Blue Bonnet. A-1 THE PACE COMPANY'S THE YOUNG PIONEER SERIES By HARRISON ADAmS Each 1nmo, cloth decorative, illustrated, per volume . . . . . . . . . 1.25 THE PIONEER BOYS OF THE OHIO; On, CLEARING TIIE \WILDERNEhSS. "Such books as this are an adtmirable means of stimu- lating among the young Americans of to-day interest in the story of their pioneer ancestors and the early days of the iRepublic." - Boston Globe. THE PIONEER BOYS ON THE GREAT LAKES; OR, ON THE TRAIL OF TlI. IROQUOIS. " The recital of the daring deeds of the frontier is not only interesting but instructive as well and shows the sterling type of character which these days of self-reliance and trial produced." - Arnerntan Tourist, Chicago. THE PIONEER BOYS OF THE MISSISSIPPI; OR, THE HOMESTEAD IN TIlE WILDERNESS. "The story is told w ithI irit, and is full of adven- ture."-IVew York Sun. THE PIONEER BOYS OF THE MISSOURI; OR, INX TIRE COUNTRY OF TIHE SIOUX. " Vivid in style, vigorous in movement, full of dramatic situations, true to historic perspective, this story is a capital one for boys."-Watchrman Examiner, New York City. THE PIONEER BOYS OF THE YELLOW- STO NE; OR, LOST IN THE LAN-D OF WONDERS. "There is plenty of li del adventire and action and tile story is well told."-Duluth Ilerald, Duluth, S3linn. THE PIONEER BOYS OF THE COLUMBIA; OR, IN- TIlE WI1LDERiN-i(I Of TIIF GREAT NORTIIHWEST. "The store is full of spirited ; otios and contains much valuable historical inforlllation."-Boston herald. A-4 BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE THE HADLEY HALL SERIES By LOUIE M. BREITENBACH Each large 2nmo, cloth decorative, ilwutrated, per wluene . . . . . . . . . 1.50 ALMA AT HADLEY HALL " The author is to be congratulated on having written such an appealing book for girls." - Detroit Free Press. ALMA'S SOPHOMORE YEAR " It cannot fail to appeal to the lovers of good things in girls' books." - Boston Herald. ALMA'S JUNIOR YEAR " The diverse characters in the boarding-school are strongly drawn, the incidents are well developed and the action is never dull." - The Boston Herald. ALMA'S SENIOR YEAR "Incident abounds in all of Miss Breitenbach's stories and a healthy, natural atmosphere breathes from every chapter." -Boston Transcript. THE GIRLS OF FRIENDLY TERRACE SERIES By HARRIET Lummis SMITH Each large 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated, per volume . . . . . . . . 1.50 H GIRLS OF FRIENDLY TERRACE " A book sure to please girl readers, for the author seems to understand perfectly the girl character." - Boston Globe. PEGGY RAYMOND'S VACATION 'It is a wholesome, hearty story."-Utica Observer. PEGGY RAYMOND'S SCHOOL DAYS The book is delightfully written, and contains lots of exciting incidents. A- ThE PAGE COMPAlrS FAMOUS LEADERS SERIES By CHARLES H. L. JOHNSTON Each large 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated, per volume .1 . M FAMOUS CAVALRY LEADERS " More of such books should be written, books that sequaint young readers with historical personages in a pleasant, informal way." - New York Sun. " It is a book that will stir the heart of every boy and vrill prove interesting as well to the adults." - Lawrence Daily World. FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS "Nr. Johnston has done faithful work in this volume, and his relation of battles, sieges and struggles of these famuous Indians with the whites for the possession of America is a worthy addition to United States History." - New York Marine Journal. FAMOUS SCOUTS " It is the kind of a book that will have a great fascina- tion for boys and young men, and while it entertains them it will also present valuable information in regard to those who have left their impress upon the history of the country '- The New London Day. FAMOUS PRIVATEERSMEN AND ADVEN- TURERS OF THE SEA " The tales are more thatn I: erely interesting; they are entrancing, stirring the blood sn ith thrilling force and bringing new zest to the never-ending interest in the dramas of the sea " - 7'The Pillhuryh Post. FAMOUS FRONTIERSMEN AND HEROES OF THE BORDER " The accounts are not only nutlientic, but (listinetly readab)le, niaking a hook of widle alpp)eal to ill who lose the history of actual adventure." - Cleveland Leaoder. FAMOUS DISCOVERERS AND EXPLORERS OF AMERICA "The b1a k is ain e(itorne of sorne of the wilhlest andl bravest a (1ntijbre.s of whicih the wo rid li;s k FloWn 1u1(ld of discoveries wlhich have hia;igu(l the fc o(f tihe old world as well as ot the new." - Brooklyn Daily LE'yle, A-4