The street in front of the house they called "Broadway" and the road leading to the barn "Market Street." The barn became the "Warehouse of J. F. Willard," the granary, "City Elevator," and the pigpen, "City Stock Yards."

Their bank used as money leather cut in circles, and some paper. As no city could get along without a city paper, the "Fort City Tribune" appeared, written with much labor. They drew up some laws and bound them in a pamphlet:

LAWS OF FORT CITY.

(By Authority.)

OFFICERS' LAWS.

1. The officers shall be elected once a month by ballot. They shall consist of a Mayor, Secretary, Treasurer, Tax Gatherer, and Postmaster.

There were several pages of laws, and the children were careful to obey them.

Among the lively sports at the farm was the Indian fight one cool afternoon in October. The boys were the Indians and the girls held the fort in the house ready to

meet attack.

When the boys came with a loud war-whoop, Frances drenched them with cold water. The fight was mirthful as well as furious.

Through the free life of the country, Frances grew strong and healthful. She learned early to take good care of herself. To this end she lived very close to her

GOLDEN RULES OF HEALTH:

Simple food, mostly of vegetables, fish, and
fowls.

Plenty of sleep, with very early hours for
retiring.

Flannel clothing next to the skin all the
year round, feet kept warm, head cool,
and nothing worn tight.

Just as much exercise as possible, only let
fresh air and sunshine go together.

No tea or coffee for the children, no alcoholic
drink or tobacco for anybody.

Tell the truth and mind your parents.

Frances took keen delight in the return of spring, and watched eagerly for the first flowers. The children vied with each other in finding the first flower and bringing it home to mother. Then they gathered the

anemones, buttercups, shooting stars, wild lady's slippers, wild roses, and lilies as they blossomed in their seasons.

At twelve years of age, Frances began keeping a diary. Sometimes she tried her hand at poetry. A violent wind one day broke a noble black oak near the house so that it had to be cut down. She was greatly troubled about it, and wrote a poem beginning with these words:

"TO AN OLD OAK.

And so, old Monarch of the Forest, thou hast fallen! Supinely on the ground thy giant limbs are laid; No more thou'lt rear aloft thy kingly head.”

At eighteen, Frances Willard said to her father: "I am now to do what I think right." All the world knows of the faithful adherence of her life to the right.

"Dedicating my life to the uplift of humanity, I entered the lists at the first open place I found and have fought on as best I could," Frances Willard said of herself. Endowed with cordial and winning manners and sweet temper, she labored most faithfully

and effectively to maintain the home and to fight the saloon, to better the conditions of women, and to lead them to take a stand for purity and virtue. Her life reached out over fifty-eight years.

So grandly did she succeed in her lifework that no woman of the land was loved more dearly while she lived or mourned more widely when she died.

ROBERT OF LINCOLN.

Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountain side or mead,

Robert of Lincoln is telling his name:
"Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,

Spink, spank, spink;

Snug and safe is that nest of ours,
Hidden among the summer flowers.
Chee, chee, chee!"

Robert of Lincoln is gayly dressed,

Wearing a bright black wedding coat;

White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note:

"Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,

Spink, spank, spink;

Look what a nice new coat is mine,
Sure there was never a bird so fine.
Chee, chee, chee!"