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I'IRST ADVENTURE.
RAR. ARTIST had placed lits easel
on the beach, where the reced-
1 -a ing tide had left a smooth
stretch of sand -smooth, save where
seashells of all deeatiptions disturbed Its
evenness or where pebbles dotted its
surface like raisins 1n a pudding.
All -afire with enthusiasm to oreate a
wonderful marine painting had the art-
ist come. This particular spot be had
Selected with the greatest of caro. But
now, somehow, he was loath to begin
his task. Very slowly he squeesed the
colors frorn tiny tubes and began mix -
Ing them uponhis palette. A sudden
thought ocourred to hint.
"I am reminded," said he to himself,
• "that this 1s the first time I am to use
my magic palette. It was a queer old
Mellow who told me its story when I
bought it the other day in a curio shop.
Ile told me that whatever colors were
mixed upon It acquired magic properties.
A magic palette! What an odd con-
ceit!
In any event, I hope the palette
brings good luck to my painting,' and
the artist laughed whimsically.
But all at once he paused In his laugh-
ter, He sat for a moment looking
thoughtfully before him, then, very ab-
sent-mindedly, he picked up a scallop
shellthat lay besideits camp stool. Still
without seeming to observe what lie
was doing, he placed the shell upon his
canvas, to which, strange to say, it
firmly adhered. Its regular convolu-
tions made the daintiest kind of a bon-
net. With a pencil, he lightly sketched
the figure of a Woman below It. Then
he carefully painted the figure in. grey,
adding a touch of bright color for the
bow on the bonnet.
Again ho paused, reached for another
shell, and laid it upon his canvas. The
umbo, or crook of the shell, he turned
upward; and, rapidly sketching, soon he
had a jolly old man In a bathing suit.
A dab of color transformed the bathing
suit into a beautiful dark red.
The artist leaned back to admire hie
work, when, to his great astonleh-
mont, the little figures before him
leaped from the canvas and scurried
away over the sand. Tho colors from
his magic palette had brought the
drawings to life.
Now that the canvas was perfectly
clean, the artist might readily have
begun his .painting. But all desire
for work had left him. He could think
of nothing but his magic palette and
the remarkable creation of Mr. and
Mrs. Sea -Shell, as he had already chit's -
toned them.
His train of thought was broken by
a seriesof squeaks coning„ apparent-
ly, from the ground. Looking down -
,PIere Sind
ward, the painter saw Mr. and Mrs,
Sea -Shell, both of whom seemed to
be violently agitated.
"Oh, Mr. Artist," squeaked Mr. Sea -
Shell, "we havehad a terrible ad -
.venture, A horrid creature tried to
seize us In his big claws, anti it was
only by running as fast as ever we
could that we managed to escape."
"I suppose It was a lobster," com-
mented the artist.
Here Mrs. Sea -Shell began to scream
and weep anew at the recollection.
"Mr, Artist," pleaded she, If we poor
Sea -Shells are to be exposed to such
frightful dangers, there really should •
be more of us, so that we may
band together for strength. Won't
you add a few members to the Sea -
Shell family?"
I shall see what I can do," replied
the painter, kindly.
(Second Adventure Next Sunday.) '
FAiMi`lTA1 D01
ONE of the members of the Irish Guards—one of importance, mind
you—is a great hound. His dogship is always found marching
with the drums, as grave and dignified as any soldier in the regiment.
Upon each St. Patrick's Day the queen presents shamrocks to the
Guards. This picture was taken after Lord Roberts had distributed
the shamrocks at Wellington Barracks on last March 11. You may
know in what esteem the pet of the regiment is held when you see that,
he was by no means forgotten in the decoration. Doggy is, indeed, a
,favorite.
LUCY'S GIFT TO THE BIRDIES
s-ry HEY were all such very nice
8p birdies. Every afternoon Lucy and
her chums among the little girls
Would go out Into the park nearby and
geed their feathered friends. And the
birds became so tame that they would
flock eagerly around the little missies,
waiting for some tidbit.
A little girl suggested one afternoon
that next day they have a feast for the
birches. So each agreed to matte a con-
tribution to the banquet,
Upon the following afternoon every
little girl hastened to the park, until
there were as many as ten, They stood
In a big circle. and into this circle flaw
tho tame birdies. Then every lass put
her contribution into the ring. Never
had birds suelr a dainty feast! HoW
they chirped and twittered their enjoy"
mentnd their thanks to their bind pro-
wlderstt
While the little girls were enjoying
this scene the largest among them
placed herself beside Lucy and whispo
ed reproachfully into the tot's ear:
"Why didn't you bring something,
Lucy, as you 'promised?"
"I did bring something," said. Lucy in
a voice loud enough for all to hear. "I
Wanted to bring something different
from the rest, so I thought I would bring
toothpicks for the birdies touse after
their meal."
It Was all 80 very funny that 110 one
could help but Laugh, though they
wouldn't for the World hurt the feelings
of their tiny chum, Seeing how Mama.
pointed Luey was when it was explained
to her that the birdies would have no
use for her gifts, the bigger girl gave
the toothpicks to the birds, anyway.
And Lucy was nV0l'j0VO,1 to 1300 some of
the birds take the toothpicks :n their
bills and fly away with. them to their
nests.
I really do think birdies 1150 tooth-
picks, after all," said she; "only they're
too polite to do It before ns, I e'pese
that's why they're going to their nests."
MYSTERIOUS PELLETS
AGES ago there need In Italy a
young physician named Galilee
Among this doctor's treasures
was a huge volume containing recipes
for wonderful potions and medicines
used by the Arabs.
One day he conceived the idea of
making a pill after one of the Arabian
formulas and of painting in prominent
places this inscription:
THE PILLS Or DOCTOR GALLIO
RESTORE HEALTH
Now, at this time, such signs -or,
indeed, advertising of any sort -was
entirely unknown. Therefore, no
sooner had the notice appeared than
the physician was besieged with pa-
tients. They came t0 lain in flocks;
fees poured in.
A poor, ignorant countryman passing
a sign, asked a bystander for the mean-
ing of these words, for he himself could
not read. He went on his way reflect-
ing.
"If the pills of the doctor will bring
back one's health, perhaps they will
also restore to me the donkey which
has strayed from my field," thought he.
So the peasant bought several of the
pills. Returning Home, he swallowed
the pills. Then he lay under a tree In
hisasture for a nap.
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