Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . S. A Creator C OUR-YEAR-OLD Kingsley had heard*- at Sunday - school the story of thecreation. The head of a avorite doll havingcome off, he found he could make it stay,at least for a time, by planting it firmlyon the shoulders. From this he drew hisown theological deductions, and hastening to his mother with his discovery, he ex-hibited his trick, with the comment, See,mamma, Im God. The Evidence MY father says, and certainly my fatherought to know,Our ancestors were monkeys, like the mon-keys in the show,And that its written in
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . S. A Creator C OUR-YEAR-OLD Kingsley had heard*- at Sunday - school the story of thecreation. The head of a avorite doll havingcome off, he found he could make it stay,at least for a time, by planting it firmlyon the shoulders. From this he drew hisown theological deductions, and hastening to his mother with his discovery, he ex-hibited his trick, with the comment, See,mamma, Im God. The Evidence MY father says, and certainly my fatherought to know,Our ancestors were monkeys, like the mon-keys in the show,And that its written in a book where any one may read;But all the same my mother thinks a dif-ferent thing found that out on Sunday, when we came from church, and sheWas telling father we behaved,—oh, well, outrageously,—And that we twisted, and we squirmed, and wriggled round the when he laughed, and said, Why, thats the way I used to do,Then mother said, The evidence inducesme to feel That their paternal ancestor must once havebeen an eel. Caroline HARPERS Monthly Magazine Vol. CIX SEPTEMBER, 1904 No. DCLII The Maid of Landevennec BY JUSTUS MILES FORM AN M OUNTING the winding stair ofthe north tower toward the bat-tlements, I peeped in for an in-stant through the hangings of the towerchamber. Old Rozennik, bent above herspinning-wheel by the window, was tellingthe little maid Genofa the ancient tale ofthe Korils of Plauden—the nains andkorigans who danced by moonlight on themoor Motenn-Dervenn, and the hunch-back Benead Guilcher who finished thekorigans chant for them. —Di—lun, di—meurs, di—mercher,—Di—lun, di—meurs, di—mercher— crooned old Rozennik, nodding above herspinning-wheel. And that was as faras they could sing—the korigans—tillGuilcher taught them the rest. Eh, hewas well paid! Hardi Benead! cried the little maid,excitedly. How was he paid, old one ?How? And I laughed, and climbed onup the winding stair till I came out uponthe battle
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