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At last we have found room for the 
children. After waiting so long, we 
have come to the conclusion that it is 
better not to leave the children to them¬ 
selves ; not to have a second table for 
them, but to let them come right in with 
the old folks. But, lest they think we 
have forgetten our promise, we give 
most of our space to them this week. 
We hope that they will enjoy the descrip¬ 
tion of that Swiss village, and wish that 
they might see it. But after all, there is 
more pleasure in seeing real flowers 
grow, and in hearing real birds sing, 
isn’t there ? 
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“ Because you’re little,” is a very un¬ 
satisfactory explanation, and one that 
children get very tired of hearing. It’s 
our opinion that only lazy people make 
such explanations. Children are child¬ 
ren for such a short time that it is hardly 
worth while to begin making the cir¬ 
cumstance an excuse for their treat¬ 
ment. Where children are thought to 
be of little consequence, it frequently 
happens, time passes so swiftly, that the 
children grow up, are men and women, 
and their parents still count them of no 
consequence. So it is best to begin by 
making them our companions. Let us 
start on an equal footing with our child¬ 
ren and our relations will not be so 
likely to get “ out of joint” later in life. 
By all means, let us have the children at 
the family table. Little men and women! 
That is their rightful title ; and they 
can best grow into wise and good big 
folks by close association with their 
elders. 
HER COMPANY FACE. 
Once on a time, in a far-away place, 
Lived a queer little girl with a company face, 
And no one outside the family knew 
Of her every-day face, or supposed she had two. 
The change she could make with wondrous celer¬ 
ity, 
For practice had lent her surprising dexterity. 
But at last it chanced, on an unlucky day 
(Or lucky, perhaps, I would much better say), 
To her dismal dismay and complete consterna¬ 
tion, 
She failed to effect the desired transformation ! 
And a caller, her teacher, Miss Agatha Mason, 
Surprised her with half of her company face on, 
And half of her every-day face peeping out, 
Showing one grimy tear track and half of a pout, 
Contrasting amazingly with the sweet smile 
That shone on her “company” side all the while. 
The caller no sooner had hurried away 
Than up to her room the girl flew in dismay ; 
And, after a night spent in solemn reflection 
On the folly of features that can’t bear inspection, 
She came down to breakfast, and walked to her 
place, 
Calm, sweet and serene, with her company face. 
Thenceforward she wore it, day out and day in, 
Till you really might think ’twould be worn very 
thin ; 
But, strange to relate, it grew more bright and 
gay. 
And her relatives think ’twas a red-letter day 
When the greatly astonished Miss Agatha Mason 
Surprised her with half of her company face on. 
—St. Nicholas. 
WOMAN AND WAR. 
HOLLAND’S GIRL QUEEN CONDEMNS THE 
ATROCITIES OF HER SOLDIERS. 
CORRESPONDENT of the Phila¬ 
delphia Times gives an interesting 
account of a recent occurrence which 
will endear this little 14-year-old queen 
to every womanly heart; for do not 
women hate w’ar ? At present it may 
seem only a childish episode, yet it may 
mean much for the future when we re¬ 
flect that “ in four years more, Wilhel- 
mina is queen, not in name only, but in 
fact. To her personally reverts the ex¬ 
clusive executive power of the State. 
She may select hei own Ministers, her 
own Raad van State. She may decide 
whom of her suitors she intends to marry; 
if she choose to remain single she may 
designate a successor to the throne at 
pleasure, with the consent of Parliament. 
All this the Netherland Constitution 
guarantees to the sovereign, and since 
her little Majesty’s demonstration, her 
councilors and the heads of the govern¬ 
ment generally have come to conclude 
that Wilhelmina will claim every particle 
of rights that properly belong to her im¬ 
mediately upon attaining her majority. 
“ It appears from the State papers 
which lately arrived at The Hague from 
the Governor General in Batavia, that 
the slaughter of womenat Tjarka-Negara 
formed the grand finale of the late cam¬ 
paign conducted by the Holland General 
Vedder against the rebellious Sultan of 
Lombok. After destroying the capital, 
Mataram, and laying waste all the neigh¬ 
boring country, the Netherland forces 
marched upon the Sultan’s last strong¬ 
hold, the above-named castle, while the 
native allies, the Sassaks, pillaged and 
burned the farms and hamlets for GO 
miles in circumference, killing women, 
children, invalids and the wounded, irre¬ 
spective of their peaceful or hostile at¬ 
titude. Queen Wilhelmina found the re¬ 
port from Dutch Indies, telling of the 
battles, in her mother’s workbaslcet. She 
read it in sec ret, and at once sat down to 
address a memorial on the subject to the 
Raad van State, the State Council, of 
which she herself is the nominal Presi¬ 
dent, and which, according to the Con¬ 
stitution, must be consulted on all legis¬ 
lative and some executive matters. Queen 
Emma first intended to confiscate her 
daughter’s maiden State paper, but fear¬ 
ing the criticism of her enemies at court, 
decided to submit it, especially as its 
contents had leaked out by accident. It 
appears that a servant found the several 
drafts made by Wilhelmina in the nur¬ 
sery and promptly published them all over 
the court. 
“In the document, the little Queen 
threatens to resign unless assurances 
that the perpetrators of the Lombok out¬ 
rages are duly punished, and that her 
female subjects, whether civilized or not 
civilized, be protected against the hor¬ 
rors of war, are immediately forthcom¬ 
ing, etc. The Queen also declares that 
she will not participate in any demon¬ 
strations to honor the victorious troops, 
whom she characterizes as ‘ butchers ’ 
Taking it all in all, the memorial is quite 
a spirited affair, not a childish tirade 
such as one would expect from a pre¬ 
cocious youngster. 
“ The little Queen repaired to the state 
room and summoned her officers who 
found her walking up and down the 
room in a great state of agitation. ‘Lieu¬ 
tenant,’ she cried, ‘ have you seen this 
infamous report—women and children 
slaughtered by the hundreds in our 
island of Lombok ? And I the Queen of 
these cannibals ! The responsibility rests 
upon me. Go and inform General von 
Monceau that I must see him without 
delay. The Queen commands him to 
come at once.’ The excitement was too 
much for her and her mother ordered 
that she be sent to bed at once, and 
hurry calls were sent out for several 
court physicians. They found her Maj¬ 
esty in a high fever, and, after leaiming 
the cause of her illness, counseled the 
Queen Regent to do everything in her 
power to soothe the little girl’s painful 
emotions, and persuade her that the 
dreaded reports she had seen were fabri¬ 
cations, made out of whole cloth by the 
enemy.” 
CARE OF A STUDENT LAMP. 
ITII all the admirable inventions 
for the lig-hting of rooms, there 
still remains no better reading lamp 
than the old-fashioned German student 
lamp, with its clear, steady flame, one 
of the best features of which is that it 
throws out so little heat, says a writer 
in Harper’s Bazar. From the nature of 
its construction, however, it is liabl.e to 
become clogged at intervals, and when 
in this state gives forth a disagreeable 
odor which ordinary cleansing with hot 
water and soap, and even washing soda, 
will not remove. 
I have known a lamp of this sort to 
be consigned to the attic in disgrace, 
because nothing seemed to reach the 
root of the trouble, when all that was 
necessary was to pour some alcohol or 
ammonia into the reservoir socket, shak¬ 
ing it back and forth through the curved 
tube, and allowing it to run out at the 
burner. This treatment brings a brown¬ 
ish, oily scum, which is the cause of the 
odor, and which affects the flame as 
well. Absolute cleanliness is necessary 
in order to get a good clear light from a 
lamp of any sort, and ammonia or alco¬ 
hol will always be found most effective 
in securing this. If it is desired to con¬ 
centrate the light, nothing is better for 
a student lamp than the glass shades 
which are painted a dark green on the 
outside. The color is cool and agree¬ 
able, and extremely beneficial to the 
eyes, which should never be forced to 
endure for any length of time the ex¬ 
cessive heat that is thrown out by the 
larger lamps. 
ANAU TOMA TIC SWISS VILLAGE. 
A TOY THAT WOULD INTEREST BIG FOLKS. 
HIS wonderful little village was 
made in Baden Baden, Germany, 
by John Bergmann, and is. now being 
exhibited in this country; so a little 
while ago I chanced to see it. Imagine 
a construction about ten feet long and 
four feet high, that at first glance looks 
very much like a miniature castle and 
grounds. The doors and windows being 
open, you look in and behold numbers 
of little men and women moving about 
at work. The little figures are about 
four inches high, and dressed quite 
gayly, the men in red or white jackets 
and blue trousers, and the little women 
in red or bright blue skirts, dark bodices, 
white sleeves and neckerchiefs and 
white caps. A bell rings, and an eng’ine 
with a train of cars rashes out of a tun¬ 
nel on the left, curves around the fore¬ 
ground and disappears in another tunnel 
on the right. 
A Mechanical Canary. 
As soon as it has gone, a bright little 
canary perched on a tree, warbles forth 
a little song. Then a big wheel goes 
around and you see the water rushing 
down the rocks, that turns the wheel 
and the little miller at work in his mill, 
while a little man on the second floor 
pushes two doors open and comes out 
with a bucket on his shoulder, glides 
along to the hopper, raises his little 
bucket, empties it, puts it back on his 
shoulder, turns around, glides back, dis¬ 
appears and closes the doors behind him. 
At the same time, a man starts up a 
ladder with a bag on his back, stops as 
if to speak to a comrade, then comes 
down. 
On an upper veranda the Herr Proprie¬ 
tor is sitting reading his morning paper. 
He is a funny little fat man in tight gray 
breeches, gray coat and three-cornered 
gray hat. He hears the step of his 
Kleine Frau on the stairs, apparently, for 
he lays down his paper and turns his 
head just as that good woman appears 
carrying a waiter with a lunch for Herr 
Papa. There isn’t really any lunch you 
know, only pretend—so he nods his head 
and she nods hers and goes away. The 
bell rings again and out rushes the train, 
the canary bird sings, and now the shoe¬ 
maker in his shop begins to ply his 
needle, while in an upper room a little 
clerk is wagging his head and showing 
a pair of shoes to a pretty young lady 
who nods her head and looks at the 
shoes sideways, but does not buy them 
after all. 
Artificial Flowers Growing. 
Then there is a garden of flowers with 
a neat, white paling fence around it, and, 
as we look, the flowers slowly grow—oh, 
so slowly you can hardly notice it—until 
they reach the top of the fence—they 
seem to be red geraniums—then they 
wither and fall away, and another lot 
comes up in the same place. A little 
woman stands with her watering-pot and 
tips it over them every few minutes. In 
the foreground a fountain, plays, and a 
solitary duck swims ’round and ’round. 
There is also a beer garden, a black¬ 
smith’s shop, and a group of politicians 
gesticulating and laying down the law 
to one another. The little people are 
kept busy by a 36-pound weight, and a 
tank holding two buckets of water sup¬ 
plies the power that sets the wheels in 
motion. 
John Bergmann, who invented this 
wonderful village, spent 17 years at work 
upon it, aud was about 75 years old when 
it was finished. It is easy to imagine his 
joy when all was finished, and he beheld 
his little people all set to work obediently 
when he rang the bell for them to begin. 
DOCIA DYKENS. 
LOOKING FOR A WIFE. 
MAN’S reflections over the senti¬ 
ment of his boyhood, ought to 
contain something of value to boys who 
have not yet emerged from the spooney 
period. II. H. Boyesen in Lippincott’s, 
describes the purpose that seemed most 
important at that time : 
“ When I had outgrown my knicker¬ 
bockers, and begun to exult in a prema¬ 
ture manliness, I was told that God had 
created a girl (and of course a highly 
desirable one) who was, some day, to be 
my wife. All I had to do was to keep 
my eyes open and my heart pure, so that 
I might know her when I saw her. As 
I was in those days a person of much 
consequence both to God and man, this 
arrangement did not strike me as being 
at all unreasonable. I found it, on the 
whole, extremely satisfactory. It was 
so deeply gratifying to my vanity that, 
even after a swarm of flattering convic¬ 
tions had begun to desert me, I could 
not afford to dismiss my faith in this 
divinely predestined wife who was pining 
for me in some unsuspected corner of 
the earth. I pined for her in return, and 
pictured her to myself in all sorts of 
glorious disguises. I kept my eyes 
scrupulously on the alert, and gazed 
with a respectfully adoring inquiry iuto 
every sweet face I encountered, in the 
hope of recognizing the right one. I had 
an idea that a kind of electric spark of 
recognition would flash from her to me 
aud from me to her ; whereupon the 
matter would be settled between us with¬ 
out further ado. 
“ It is appalling how foolish a youth 
can be at 15 and never suspect it. Truth 
to tell, I kept meeting my predestined 
maiden, off and on, in one guise or an¬ 
other, for the next fi ve or six years, and 
at last becoming sceptical, ceased to look 
for her. If I had found her, the matri¬ 
monial problem, as far as I am concerned, 
would have been solved, once and for¬ 
ever. She and I, I fondly believed, 
would have struck a divine harmony 
which would have rung richly and clearly 
throug-h our united lives. But how many 
of us are there who find this complement¬ 
ary chord to our being ? And how many 
more are there who, prematrimonially, 
fancy that they have found it, and are 
waked up post-matrimonially by a jar¬ 
ring and perpetual discord ?” 
