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THE OMAIIA SUNDAY BEE: FEBRUARY 10, 1907. THE BUSY BEES have done wonderfully well with the original stories, so well, la fact, that tiie editor found It hard to decide which de Beryed the prizes. The first of these stories appear this week, but so many have come in that there is not room for all and some will have to wait. The boys and girls who keep sending In storleg of trips they have taken must remember that the prizes this month are to be awarded for original stories and these will be given preference,' so do not be disappointed but try writing a story. Some of the Busy Bees who won prises on the journey stories bave sent In original stories and they are very good. But what do you think f One of these very same writers would have gotten the prize this week if his story had not been too long. I am afraid all the boys and girls cannot say the Rules for Young Writers, for several stories exceeded the limit of 250 words and so could not be used at all, for there Is not room. The next best story this week was written by a girl, but she forgot to give her age, so her story could not be tsod either. Wasn't that too bad? Everybody, however, remem bered to use pen and ink and no one wrote on both sides of the paper, which, wag a great improvement, and I hope everyone will continue to be careful. The first prize was won this week by Louise Raabe, age 11 years, of 2609 North Nineteenth avenue, Omaha; second prize was awarded to Roea mond Temple, age 13 years, of Kearney, Neb. Those receiving honorary mention were Maurice Johnson, age 13 years, of 1627 Locust street Omaha, and Helen Oocdrlch, age 12 years, of 4010 Nicholas street, Omaha. Those who had the correct answers to Sunday's Rebus of February 3 were Emma Ring, 2520 South Eleventh street, Omaha; . Wilson D. Bryans, age 9 years, 2125 Spencer street, Omaha; Myrna Hall, age 10 years, York, Neb., and Bruce Calder, age 9 years, Wymore, Neb. ( The correct answer to Sunday's Rebus of February 3: "Ben was elck In bed and could not play with his blocks, top and ball, but his mother gave him some medicine and then he got well." Tommy's Valentine Troubles By Mud FI y vnvvina " " 11 . v. - I tine's dy Tommy was about the I Villains fanv in (nan Tn m. var Tommy was an artist. oft mat ins; ukatchM ot his Meads, which. according- to tils fond mother, were "speak ing likenesses." To be sure some of these friends declared the portraits drawn, by Tommy were not true to life, pointing out that oftentimes the eyes In a picture did not exactly fit, or that other featnres were "cut on the bias." But these small errors were due to a nervous hand or a badly sharpened pencil, as Tommy would explain after listening- to a criticism of his work. But the week before grand old St. Valen tine's day found Tommy up to his chin In work work that was to mean some thing. If one were to be guided by the many remarks made by Tommy to himself. They sounded like this: "Ah. ha! now I've got old Jim's legs Just r-l-g-b-t! He's bow legged and has very large feet I'll not make his face, for his nose and mouth are too ugly for an artist to draw and do him self justice. I'll just have the back of his head showing." 'Then again he muttered, smiling o him self, as he worked: "I'm getting Annie Bell's portrait Just out of sight; her eyes match beautifully and her white frock has the correct number of tucks, for I counted them last Sunday at Sunday school." Tommy was doing the portraits of his family, friends and the old family servants, Jim and Nancy. These portraits, done In pencil, were to serve as valentines, little appropriate verses, composed by Tommy, to go with them. The list was a long- one, consisting of Tommy's parents, his aged aunt, his young uncle, his school teacher, his best girl (Annie Bell), their cook (Nancy) and their man of all work (old Jim). It was the bow legs of the last named that had caused Tommy so much trouble In the drawing and sd much pleasure when at last the outlines were finished to his own satisfaction. The matter was to be kept a secret, even his own mother not having been taken into his confidence. Then on St. Valentine's day should be the surprise! Tommy worked and smiled, happy In anticipation. The valentine of his "best girl," Annie Bell, required the greatest pains. After It was completed Tommy conceived the Idea ot making a caricature sketch of a little mine who had "snubbed" him on a certain occasion. To this piece of distorted outline Tommy bent all his skill, giving the tip tilted nose a terrible end, pointing heaven ward) the eyes he twisted , the mouth he made quite hideous by showing crooked teeth and a protruding tongue. Oh. It was quite terrible to see, this caricature of the little miss who had dared to snub Tommy, Now he would get even, EVEN! The verses proved to be a very difficult piece of work, far more difficult than had been the portraits and one caricature. Till 10 o'clock at night did Tommy fume and sweat over the rhymes which seemed bent on not coming to mind. He would find one line elegant and expressive, but to fit a second or a third line with good sense and rhyming end proved to be the problem. However, Tommy was not the boy to give ' up. The more difficult the task the closer did Tommy stick and the harder did he tight to master It. This splendid determina tion helped him over many stumbling blocks, particularly the veree writing one, and when at last he laid his pen aside on the night of the .verse writing agony he felt fully repaid for the labor of mind and body. A few minutes later he was in bed, slumbering sweetly and dreaming not once of the several blotted and laboriously scrib bled "poems" that lay spread about on his writing desk. v The next 'day (the last one before St. Valentine's) Tommy went over his work TEARS .CAMS INTO Walker of drawing and versifying very conscien tiously, retouching here and there wherever a bit of finish was needed. Then he read aloud the verses, one by one, placing them with the pictures to which they belonged. The verses to his parents were sweet and full of dutiful love of a good little son. The one to his school teacher spoke flatter ingly of her great Intellect and learning. Annie Bell had drawn from him a confes sion of deepest admiration and love In rhyme. The aged aunt was assured of his esteem. The youthful uncle was told of his charming personality and fine form. The verses ran as follows: (To his mother.) v Dearest mamma, here's from Tom A loving valentine. I worked a long, long time on It And hope you'll think it fine. (To his father.) Well, papa, you good old chap, Tou re my bestest chum. ' I send you here a valentine. But fear it's on the bum. . (To his '"best girl.") I admire a deer little girl. Whose yellow hair stays so In curl; Whoee frock Is so neat. Who has such small feet. Who is most awfully, awfully sweet. And who sets my poor heart a-whirL (To his aged aunt.) A lady I know who is stately: And I have seen her Just lately. Bhe's prim and she's neat From her head to her feet, And she smiles on her Tommy so swately. (To bis school teacher.) You're very, very brilliant; You're Intellect Is great! And did you tell all that you know A lifetime It would take. 1 (To their cook. Nanoy.) You were most surely, surely born Our family kitchen to adorn. A woman strong and good to see: Please bake a Jelly cake for me. (To the little miss who snubbed him.) My. hut you think you're beautiful! Well, look at this and see The way you look to others And the way you look to ms. Then Tommy addressed some envelopes and folded the valentines and verses very carefully, putting them Inside the addressed envelopes. But this finished piece of work thoughtless as It was was the thing that caused all the trouble on the morrow, for carelessly did Tommy slip the precious valentines Into the wrong envelopes. Only two his dear parents' were sent aright. The school teacher received the aged aunt's valentine and verse, and, being anything but "stately, prim and neat," she resented what she thought to be presumption, not to say Impertinence, on the part of her young pupil, for Tommy took great care to sign his name to his work. The gay young uncle received the valentine intended for Jim. and grew red in the face when he viewed the bowed legs and stooping shoul ders. The verse only added fuel to the fire of his indignation. He declared he'd get even yet with that "smart young kirlsman." "Poke fun at his figure! Bah!" And, on the other hand, poor, crooked-shape Jim was hurt when he received the valentine which should have gone to the young uncle. "It's bad 'nough to be ugly an" common dirt without young Tom tryln' to hurt me feelln's by sendln' me a fine plckter what don't look a bit like me. and. by contrast. mokes me know I must be a awful objec'," he moaned. "An' he knows no girl would say as I waa "out o' sight' meanin' beauty, ot course." The aged aunt got Nancy's valentine and verse. "What! Born to adorn the kitchen of a relative! Well, such sn affront and from one so young!" He should get what he deserved for that little Insult! And the picture! She threw It into the fire and had her carriage ordered at once. She would go to Tom's parents and lay the matter IIEIt PRETTT ETE& One Bright Winter Day Makes Lots of Difference in - ..1 1 . . . am ITTTL wf BY RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly ea one side of the paper only and Bomber the pages. a. Use pea and ink, mot pencil S. Short and pointed artloles will be given preference, so not use over 850 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be msed. B. Write your name, age and ad Aress at the top of the first page. rirst and second prises of books will be given for the best two con tributions to this page each week. Address all oommnnlnatlosui to CZTLDHXIT'S DIPABTMUST, Omaha Bee. (First Prire.) The Bumble Bee's Death By Louise Raabe, Age 11 Years, 2009 North Nineteenth Avenue, Omaha. Once upon a time there lived the queen of fairies in a large Illy. One day she re ceived news from the Bumble Bee to come at once, as Mrs. Bumble Bee waa very sick and wanted her to come, thinking the fairy might cure her. So she took up her med icine chest and some fresh honey and with one of her attendants got In her chariot, which was a leaf driven by two butterflies, and drove off. They had to go through the forest. A big bear which they met gave the chariot a blow with his paw, for he wanted the honey which he smelt. The fairy had to step to mend one of the but terfly's wings which was broken by the blow. After this was done they continued their Journey, but could not go very fast, as the butterfly's wing was a little lame. At last they came near Mrs. Bumble Bee's house. What did they see but a black crepe fast ened on- the door. The Bumble Bee was dead. The fairy went In the house and there sat Mrs. Bumble Bee In despair. She was very sorry that she had come too late, but said they bad been detained by an accident. She left the honey, as she thought It might help Mr. Bumble Bee over his sorrow and bid him farewell and went home again. (Second Prize.) Rosamond's Temper By Augusta Klbler, Ape IS Years, Kearney, Neb. Rosamond was a good little girl; only one thing was wrong with her ami that was her temper. If everything djdn't go her way she would get very angry and say naughty words and act very naughty. One day Rosamond's mamma called her before them. She was too dignified too advanced In years, to be made a joke of by a youngster. But the most indignant of all waa Annie Bell, Into whose home came the valentine Intended for the little miss who had snub bed Tom Annie, all expectation, had opened the envelope and tears came Into her pretty eyes and she stamped her foot angrily. "Oh, the mean, m-e-a-n thing!" she screamed out. I'll never speak to him agalnl Oh!" At the same minute the little miss who had snubbed Tom was opening the valen tine Intended for Annie Bell. She glanced at the flattering picture and read the loving versa, then she tossed her head high and sneered: "The 1-d-e-a! He has no pride to try to make up with me, and after the way I treated him, too. I was cool enough to freese him, and here he sends me this TRASH. The simple!" In the kitchen of Tommy's home Nancy got an envelope containing the valentine and verse meant for the school teacher. Nancy was dased. Why should her Tommy for whom she always made special jelly cakes ridicule her poor Ignorance, her lark of education, by this verse, which dfcelt upon that which she did not possess? Tears stood tn the honest ryes of Nancy, and she hid the valentine under ths cake box, not wishing to see it again. Just then Jim . came Into the kitchen, and, still suffering from the hurt Tommy had so unwittingly Inflicted, told his trouble to Nancy, who, la turn, became confidential. Then It was that Tommy came running In to receive his thanks for the pretty valentines and ap propriate verses. It took some minutes for him to get the tangle straightened out. 1 .St A SPILL AT THE FOOT OF THE HILI to her and said, "If you will conquer your temper mamma will be very proud of you." That afternoon as Rosamond was playing with her doll tn tho nursery hsr mamma called her and she laid down her doll and went down stairs. In a few minutes she came back, but when she went to get her doll It was not where she had left it. When, looking over to the other side of the room she saw her little brother Robert with her. doll, but that was not all. Its. hair was off and its eyes were out, and it was completely ruined. But Instead of get 'tlng angry she took the doll away from him and taking him by the hand led him to his nurse. The next day her mamma went to the city, and the next morning when she awoke she saw the largest doll. In a pink dress and It had .brown curls and It was tn & Dear little dolly-doll. Quiet all day. Why do you always have Nothing to say? Why don't you ever grow Angry and eryT Why don't you laugh a bit When I am nigh? Why don't you run and leap Over ths floor! Why don't you hide yourself Behind the door? Why don't you eat a bit? And drink some, too? I'm sure that I would If I were you. ANNIE JAMES. having to ask Nancy and Jim to produce their envelopes that he might better under stand the reason of their tears and sighs. Then Tommy drew a long face, exclaiming: "Hully gee! Wonder If fc" But he did not wait to finish his question. Away he flew to the home of Annie Belt, and that little lady met him with her nose In the Sir and a very haughty manner. But When Greek (The Toy Boy.) "Oh, dear, oh, dear, what shall I do I know that dog will bite; He's watching me with all his eyes, And aching for a fight! "If I could only get away And hide myself somewhere. Inside the closet on the shelf. Or underneath the chair. "I'd go at cure and ne'er come back. For of die; I'm sore afraid; They are such horrid, horrid things! I wonder why they're made?" v . ' . . ..... . .. e WW lit . v ... I. lovely doll carriage, and on the doll's dress waa pinned a paper on which was written: "For the little girl who has learned to keep her temper." For her mamma had seen It all. ' . (Honorary Mention.) A Lucky Dollar ' By Helen Goodrich. Age 12 Years, 4010 Nicholas Street, Omaha. One morning John Grogan arose earlier than usual and started to walk to work, which was about nine Mocks. He had to pass a good many large buildings and he saw other men going Into some of the buildings. When he had gone about six blocks he saw something shining in a oorner of a building. Going closer he found it was a sliver dollar. Picking It up and putting it In his pocket he said, "Well, I wilt keep It for good fuck, as my grandma used to say." Then he walked on and soon came to the large stone building where he was the bookkeeper. l "Well, you are earlier than usual," said his employer, "and so you Can go an hour . earlier this afternoon." So here was the first piece of luck for John Grogan. He got along better in his work that day . than he was wont to do, and he owed this to the dollar he had found that morning. Going home that afternoon about 4 o'clock he met George Grenval, who met him with a cheerful smile and said, "Say, Grogan, you are the very man I am looking for. You see, I bought four theater tickets for the theater this evening and Sam Clark and his wife were unable to go, so I thought you might be able to use them." He then produced two thester tickets for a well known theater in Clay Center and. handed them to John Grogan. "Thank you very much for them. I am sure we will use them," replied John. "I am surely In luck today," said John, as he walked on, "and can afford to buy a 75-cent box of chocolates to eat at the theater." So he entered the store, In front of which he was standing, and saw the 75-cent boxes of chocolates on sale for 36 cents, so he bought two boxes Instead of one. Arriving home his wife met him at the door with a letter bearing the postmark of Delhi, India, where a rich uncle lived. Hastily tearing it open a 00 bllK fell to the floor. "This is luck!" ejaculated John Grogan, and he then told his wife the story of the lucky dollar. e Fred's Helpful Valentine By Maurice Johnson, aged 13 years, 1?7 Locust street. Fred' was the roundest child of his mother's family. His mother was a widow and the oldest son George, who was about SO years old, was the only one to support the family, now that his mother was sick. Fred's sister Norma, 14 years old, acted as nurse to the sick woman. It was the morn ing before Valentine day, and Fred was going to earn enough money to buy a fine valentine for his mother If he could. All morning he tried, but every place he asked they said he was too small. About 2 o'clock, when he was going down the street, he was hailed by a man. "Sonny, can you take me to the North western depot?" he asked kindly. 'Certainly," said Fred, glad of the op portunity. "I'll give you a quarter." he added. "I left the hotel with my grip, which la all Tommy soon made an explanation, begging her for the valentine that he might take It In person to the little miss who had snubbed him and get in exchange the beau tiful one Intended for "his beet girl." And most of that day good, eld St. Valen-tlne'p-waa spent by Tommy In undoing the carelessness of mailing the wrong valen tines to his friends. Meets Greek (Ths Toy Dog.) "Gee, lookie st that awful kid! How fierce he stares at me; He's frowning and he's scowling. Most terrible to see. " "I wonder If he'll kick me? What would I better do? I'm scared to death at sight of him. For be looks me thru and thru! "Perhaps I'd better bluff him; Make b'lieve I mean to stay; But If be comes much nearer I'll break and run away." ..r;- r . 5 1 V :r I'M 4 7( O C (, - ..,-V'X - ,'vV ;, . ,.-. , .: Yfc-sVJiY. r . . . - . . . ; ... ... , .. jif .; ... I.. , m X f:-,. BUILDING the baggage I need, and was going to take a look around till It was time for the train to leave, but I got confused about the streets, and then I asked you to lead me to the depot or else I would have lost my train." ' After about fifteen minutes of fast walk ing they came to the depot and the stranger, as he promised, gave Fred a quarter. Fred was happy now, and went and bought a beautiful valentine for his sick mother, also one for his brother and sister. Next morning his mother was so delighted at the beautiful valentine her little 7-year-old boy had given to her that she forgot her sickness. In a week his mother was well, all on account of Fred's helpful valentine. A Broken Doll By Ethel M. Ingram. Age U Years, Valley, Neb. A dear little girl was seen in the parlor of the Henderson mansion crying very hard. Very soon a young lady came Into the room and when she saw her daughter went over to the corner In which she sst "What Is the matter my dear?" said the lady. After a number of sobs the little girl said: "Naughty, naughty. Jlmmle broke my dear Christmas dolly." "Don't cry, my dear," repeated her mother, smoothing back her daughters curly locks. "Let us go find Jlmmle." "Let us go find Jlmmle, mamma," cried the little girl. A little boy came Into the hall as the mother snd her child appeared. "Jlmmle, Jlmmle," cried Margaret, "come here." Jlmmle came up slowly, with head bang ing down guiltily. "Jlmmle. did you break Margaret's doll?" said the mother, stsrnly. "Yes. mamma; I did, but I'm sorry now," said the boy, as he burst out crying. "Don't cry, my boy, because It will not bring back Margaret's doll," said Mrs. Henderson, "and she shall have a new dollie." Spring By Bede Beverldge, age 12 years, 2219 Chi cago street, Omaha. Very soon It will be spring. Then the. boys will be glad on acccunt of the many games such as marbles, tops and base ball. Base ball Is the game most every boy likes, It lasts longer than any other game played. Its season continues through five months. In few weeks we will hear the beautiful Jprtd pretty fMyn&rta nice, etna daity . Sf(w If n'utfk is said. lm, ze,vTaiyftrt- 3 2 vu W aacrsay aaie.ux7jLUl Childhood Life ' ' ?V i if -.' - V,,v-7 ' ! - . '9 ? ' .i tt .2, THE) SNOW MAN. voices of all kinds of birds. The . bird I like best is tho robin. It is called the robin red breast. It sits on top of a fence and sings so sweetly. In spring, also, chickens are raised. People plant their seeds for the beautiful flowers. The rose and oh so many flowers that look so beautiful. The farmer, too, plants seed In spring time for the crops that will supply food for us the following year. Lastly the seed for garden. Vegetables are planted at this tlmo of the year that they may be In. the ground for the gentle spring rains. Grace's Garden By Mildred TitrVl, age It years, 2915 Oak street, Omaha. There was a little girl whose name was Grace. She lived In the city with her mother and father. Her father had a nice garden where he raised vegetables and fruit. Grace took a great interest In the garden and thought she would like to have one of her own. So her father gave her a little place where she could rnj.se what ever she liked. Grace spaded up the ground and raited tt and then got some flower seeds and planted them. Grace took care of them snd watered them every day and In a few weeks the plants were coming through the ground. She could hardly wait for them to bloom. She kept the weeds out ii f tho garden and pretty soon the plants were blooming. Grace gave the plants to the poor and sick people and carried a bo quet to her school teacher every day. Nonsense Valentine Ther wam a Small boy who was drest a Un n his tine Sunday lest, To his sweetheart ljrt say. "vrt'thV,,uarL mlas.' that's under nt vest?" M- w- Tn'.r