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The Target of his horse had come post haste to get him. Upon looking up the pedigree of the horses it was found they were brothers. Of course each wanted to buy the other ' s horse, but naturally neither one would sell. There was only one satisfactory way to settle such a dif- ficulty. One day while Paul and Kathryne were out riding, the problem was solved. The two horses are now always together, as are Mr. and Mrs. Stan- ton. GRACE RICHARDSON. TO A DOG As I walked by a school, at the close of the day, A little black dog, I passed by the way. With ears pricked up. and expectant eye Without offer of friendship, he passed each one by; Till at last came a laddie, all freckles and tan, To whom all unmindful and joyous he ran. Oh, blest is the boy who may own such a friend And tenderly love him, until life ' s end. I, too, was a child, with freckles and tan, And to me as to him, a little dog ran, But the years passed by and I wan- dered far From the childhood scenes that nothing can mar. FLORENCE BULLARD CURIOSITY WINS One summer Joe Samson and his friend, Bob Riley, were camping in the high Sierras. Upon finishing their lunch of fresh trout and bacon, one da3 r , Joe suggested reaching a certain point that night. Bob, however, was of a different opinion and he answered, " No, thank you. I ' m about dead and I ' m going to take a nice long nap right here. " " All right, " was the reply; " have it your own way! " And the two exhaused boys lay down and went to sleep. All of a sudden Joe, for some unknown rea- son, woke up. He looked where his companion was resting and he saw a huge rattlesnake coiled on Bob ' s chest. " Oh, what shall I do? " he thought. " If I shoot it I might shoot Bob! If I disturb the snake it will be sure to strike at him. " Then a brilliant thought came to him. Knowing that rattlesnakes are curious animals, he went off a short distance and rustled some leaves with a twig. The sleep} ' snake raised its head, opened one eye, slowly un- coiled and came over to see what was happening. As soon as the snake was at a safe distance from the sleeping boy Joe raised his rifle and shot it. " Whew! " breathed Joe, " that sure was a close call. Wake up, Bob, old top and hear a great story! " , EVELYN HENDERSON. Janice Hoyt ' s recipe for boiled cabbage: " Put the cabbage on in an uncooked kettle with cold boiling water, to which one-eighth of a tea- spoon has been added. Serve with white sauce. "
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4 The Target Dandy and His Double " Ah, at last, here comes Miss Kath- ryne, and I know she must have an apple or some sugar for me, " whin- nied Dandy, one of the most beautiful horses ever entered in a horse show, and a winner of many blue ribbons. Kathryne Cooper did have several lumps of sugar. She patted Dandy and talked a while to him, then went into the next room to find Mose, Dandy ' s special groom, who was cleaning some harness. With much delight Dandy heard this news: " Mose, father and I are going to Jacksonville for the winter, as you already know. We have de- cided to take you and Dandy, too. - You would better leave as soon as possible — sometime today. " Soon the two were on their way to the south and in due time reached their destination. The Coopers had gone on the " Limited " and, there- fore, arrived first. As Mose was riding Dandy from the station to the hotel stables, a man rushed from the side of the road and commanded them to stop. But Mose did not hasten to obey, so the man drew a revolver, and threatened to shoot. The man, who was a de- tective, thus addressed Mose: " You and your stolen horse are un- der arrest. " Mose gasped and replied, when he recovered his voice. " Arrest, — stolen hoss, — why man dis ain ' t no stolen hoss, he ' s ma own, or I mean I ' ve took care of him nigh on to two year and ain ' t no stolen hoss ' toll, no sah. " The officer not letting Mose finish, continued, — " Never mind any such lame excuses, you know you are one of that band that stole horses in New York, and have come here with this valuable one to dodge the detectives, but we have you now. Never mind any ' buts, ' you ' re under arrest, so march right along there to the court house with me. " What could Mose do now, but to follow, although he knew he was not guilty, as well as he knew his own name? When they were passing the hotel, Kathryne and her father were on the wide veranda. " Oh, there ' s Dandy and Mose, let ' s go to meet them, " exclaimed Kafhryn ' e. " They seem to be in some sort of trouble, we would better hurry, " re- plied her father. They did not catch up with the little party until they were in front of the court house. Kathryne and her father in amazement asked what it all meant. The chief soon came out and everyone seemed to be talk- ing at once. Both parties were equal- ly sure that they were right. Above the argument, Mose ' s voice was heard calling attention to two fast riding horsemen who were com- ing up the road at a fast pace. An- other detective, and a surly negro on a horse almost identical to Dandy, the same markings on the forehead and on the hind foot. The officers looked very sheepish over their mis- take. Dandy and Mose were allowed to return to the hotel with Miss Kathryne and her father. A day or two later Kathryne met the owner of Dandy ' s double. Paul Stanton, being notified of the finding
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6 The Target The Masters Once, a long time ago. in Italy, there lived two men — two masters. One was a master composer. He could seat himself at a piano and laying his hands upon the keys, could produce most beautiful sounds. Xo one knew where he got the in- spirations for his lovely music. The secret of his success was this: he would go to some art gallery and look at one of the beautiful paint- ings. Then he would go home, sit down at the piano, and reproduce in music the beauty of the painting. Thus was he a master. The other man was also a master, but in a different way. He was a painter. And this was the secret of his success: he would sit down and listen to music and then he would put on the canvas the wonderful thoughts that the music brought into his brain. Thus was he a master. All their lives these two men had just made little paintings, composed little pieces, but each now decided to make one big master-piece, to spend his time, efforts and talent on that and that alone. The same moon shone down upon these two men, al- though they were hundreds of miles apart, when they decided to con- secrate themselves to this one pur- pose. And each, in order to get some inspiration, decided to go to Venice. Thus the hands of Fate, though mov- ing slowly, brought the two masters together. Eight months later, the two men met and each confided in the other his hopes, plans, and ambitions. The picture of the painter was al- most finished, all except the central figure — the wonderful, rich, dark background and dainty shades and tints, all except one disfiguring block of white, and he could find no thought that fitted in that space. The composer had his prelude and some of his chords, but the body — the thought was lacking. Finally, one night, the painter sug- gested that the composer play what part he had of his music, while he, in despair, put some little conventional figure in that mocking white spot. So the composer started to play his prelude. As his fingers wan- dered over the keys he glanced at his friend, working by his side, and in the wonderful shades of that back- ground and the even more wonder- ful possibilities of that white spot, found his inspiration and his fingers, plying over the keys, completed the master-piece. Meanwhile, the painter, listening to the wonderful notes, took up his brush and filled in the space with a marvelous figure. Thus were two master-pieces born to the world. JEAN STEVENS. MY TFIP TO THE MOON AS A REPEATING ROCKET It was one fine day when I was put into a long tube with a lot of my friends. The tube was securely placed on a strong foundation about six feet off the ground. Soon a group of distinguished looking gentlemen
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