2 TIIE OMAIIA SUNDAY DEE; MARCH 3, 1007.
THE Little Buy Bees are sending In many very Interesting original
stories and It win be noticed that the prize stories are generally
selected from those who have shown the most Imaginative and
creative ability. Now, we would like to have every Busy Bee that
sends In a story mark it original, so that there will be no question
of it being copied, as copying is not fair to the editor or other writers. Some
are forgetting that the tories must be In by Wednesday or they cannot bo
published in the following Sunday paper. Several trips have been sent in
this week, and while they are very good they cannot be published in competi
tion for a prize, as prizes are only awarded for original stories now. An orig
inal drawing was sent in this week which waa splendid, but it will not be pub-.
Hshed until later, when the editor has In mind an original drawing contest,
which I am sure every girl and boy will want to take part in. I want to compli
ment the Busy Bees on not forgetting a single rule this week. . Won't the Busy
Bees, whether prize winners or not, Just so they have had one story published,
send us their pictures, as a picture and a story is a very good introduction both
to the readers and the Busy Bee editor, who feels a personal Interest In all ofi
the young writers.
The prize winners for this week are Albert Goldberg, aged 8 years, 108
West Thomas avenue, Shenandoah, la., and Louise Raabe, 2609 North Nine
teenth street, Omab.a. Ruth Sanford, aged 11 years, 4830 Florence boulevard,
Omaha, received honorary mention.
Among those who correctly solved last Sunday's rebus were: Alleeo
Euerenflght, aged 10 years. 3224 Avenue B, Council Bluffs; Julia Koewler,
aged 11 years, 1G1C Corby street. Omaha; Margaret Dunlap, aged 13 years,
2526 South Twelfth, street, Omaha; Eva M. Allen, aged 10 years, York, Neb.
Helen Cole, aged 9 years. 3853 Parker street, Omaha; Maurice Johnson, aged.
13 years, 1627 Locust street, and Lowell Tagg, aged 8 years, 3005 Vinton
street, Omaha.
The correct answer to last Sunday's
for some fruit, when he saw an elephant
dollar and went to the tent to see It all."
When George Was Lost in Desert
By William
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EOROE FRANKLYN had (one to
visit his uncle and aunt who
lived in southern California, not
far from the great desert In
whose very heart was spreading
the Salton sea.
When George left his home, in one Of
the eastern state, the temperature there
waa below snro. It waa In the month of
February and a heavy snow lay all over
the ground. George waa dressed for that
sort of weather, and when he arrived at
El Paao, Tex., enroute to southern Cali
fornia, be was obliged to put bis overcoat
out of sight. Its very presence almost suffo
cating him. The next morning, on rising
from his berth, lie dispensed with soma
of his heavier garments when dressing, for
be had now come Into a salubrious cllmato,
where the northerner sometimes finds even
February too warm for comfort.
But Oeorge did not feel uncomfortable
yet. The first suggestion of too much heat
for comfort In winter clothing waa at
Yuma, Aria., that interesting town that
lies below sea level, and whose houses
have double roofs to protect the inhabi
tants from the tropical sun which come
down so fiercely during nine months of the
year. There he found a June day in win
ter, bright sun and soft, warm sands
stretching all around. At Yuma the train
crossed the Colorado river, that uncon
trollable stream which has broken through
its banks and la fllUng up the great Salton
desert basin, making of it a sea.
Oeorge left the train at Yuma and walked
about the station, buying a string of beads
from a Yuma Indian squaw, who. with a
number of her tribe, was squatted on a'
blanket in front of the railway station
offering her wares for sale. - '
In ten minutes Oeorge was again on the
train going westward through the Yuma
deaert. As they sped along through sand
and sand Oeorge became deeply impressed
with the mystery and silence of the desert,
and longed to go about In It. In the dis
tance, both to the right and the left, were
dim mountains, at times almost lest In the
purple haxe that denoted great distance.
On top these mountains gleamed snow In
the tropical sunshine, a problem George
could not solve. "Why," he asked himself,
"If the mountain tops are nearer to the
burning sun than are the valleys, do they
keep so cold?" But the question remained
Unanswered.
As they pushed on into the desert, the
heat became much greater. It made Oeorge
think of an August day during a drouth In
his own state. Then he fell to thinking
how It was that very moment at his home.
Doubtless a blizzard was In progress, snow
blowing and piling everywhere In great
drifts, while here waa he, lesa than 2,0)
miles from home, riding under a tropical
un through great wastes of sand and end
leas sand.
It waa evening when Oeorge reached the
little town where his uncle met him at the
station. But his Journey was not yet ended
He stayed with Ms uncle at a hotel that
oight, and early In the morning they set
out for a ten-mile drive over dry, sandy
roads. His uncle had a fruit ranch right on
the edge of a desert, Ms orchards being fed
' by means of irrigation.
During the pleasant ride George ex
pressed his wish to go into the desert to
make some geological study. He was deeply
Interested In that science and wished very
much to take advantage of this visit to
the west to further his knowledge.
"I'll tell you what you may do," said his
uncle, who waa fond of his bright young
nephew. "You may take a mule tomorrow
and ride over beyond that low range of
mountains. It's a good ' day's Journey
to go and return. You'll have to
tart before breakfast snd eat a snack
a you travel. Pathfinders never wait on
vn know " And tbe Indulgent
nncl laughed merrily. ' "wni make a
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rebus: "A boy started to the stor
In a circus parade. He took his halt
Wallao Jr.
regular westerner of you before we lot
you return to civilization again."
"Nothing would suit me better," declared
George. "Is the desert Just beyond those
mountains, uncle?"
"One desert Is, yes," answered his uncle.
"Truth Is, there are so many deserts In
this part of California that one Is lost' for
names for them. The geological name for
that desert Is to be seen on some of the
maps, but most of them ignore Its ex
istence since it belongs to a chain of
greater ones. But It Is about as treacher
ous a one as a man can lose his way In.
And I'll advise you to follow my Instruc
tions to the letter or you might never
show up to have another meal with ua."
, "I'll follow your advice, then," laughed
Oeorge. "I'm too fond of living to take
great chances of losing my life. Aunt
Mary may put my name In the pot for
supper, for I'll not remain out all night.
I like sleeping In a bed."
The next morning Oeorge was up before
the sun and out with his uncle at the
corral helping to feed the cattle and
horses. Thin Old Trusty, a mule used
to the mountain 'road, ' was saddled for
Oeorge to make his start to the desert.
As he passed the kitchen door the Japanese
cook was waiting for him. He held a
small canvas bag, , tied with a cord or
looped that it oould be hung over the pom
mel of the saddle. This bag contained a
goodly supply of food and drink.
Waving a farewell to his uncle and the
cook the other members of the family
were not up yet Oeorge struck off at a
Jog-trot toward the nearby mountains that
walled the desert from view. After riding
for half an hour he decided it was break
fast time, and untying the bag took out
two thick slices of bread and butter and a
liberal piece of Cold beef. In the bag was
a gallon Jug of water, from which Oeorge
refreshed himself after his meal. "Not
quite so full of flavor as coffee, but more
wholesome," he said to himself as ' he
corked the Jug and dropped It again Into
the bag.
He had had full Instructions from his
uncle as to the route he was to follow.
There was a wagon road all the way to
the valley that lay like a dried-up lake
between two low mountain ranges, a val
ley that, from heat and lack of moisture,
was a desert about ten miles long and
seven to eight wide. Old Trusty knew the
trail and went ambling along through the
pass between two walls of mountains, a
pass that was full 'of vegetable life and
picturesque rocks. Enough melted snow
found its way Into this little canyon to
bring Into life the vegetation that grew
here. Oeorge dismounted and gathered
some of the leaves from a palm tree still
in its infancy. He also examined some of
the rock formations and the soil. Then,
getting into the saddle again, he went on
toward the "mystery," as he called the
desert. The sun shone from straight above
his head when he entered the edge of the
waste of sand to the east of the moun
tains. Drawing old Trusty to a halt, Oeorge
sat breathless, looking about him. Within
that area called the desert not one sign
of life of any kind waa visible. Sand, re.
fleeting the heat such heat as Oeorge had
never before felt was spread Ilka a death
pall over every Inch of the ground that lay
In that little secluded valley. One time It
had been a small sea; centurlea of heat had
dried it up.
Oeorge's uncle had warned him against
advancing more than a quarter of a mile
into the desert waste. But the trouble that
followed was not due to George's disobe
dience to his uncle, but to the fact that
there was no way of measuring distance
on that flat, gleaming surface. Oeorge rode
on and on Into the trackless sand, leaving
TUB MULE AND PROCEEDED TO EAT.
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CKILDBEW'S DSFAKTKEHT,
Oman Bee.
. (First Prize.)
Snowy Snowflake
By Albert Goldberg, age 8 years, 106 West
Thomas avenue, Shenandoah, la.
It was a cold winter's night; John Wind
all got up to look out of the window to
see If everything was all right for the
night. "It's going to be a cold night
out," said John to his mother. He had a
Bister whose name waa Helen. She was
very fond of animals, sheep especially.
Everything went all right that night, but
it's In the morning that my story came
about. The snow stood on the ground In
drifts. The snow all over was about i.lx
and a half inches deep.
Helen looked out of the window, and in
a Joke said to her mother, "I guess w-ril
have to order a bob to carry us to school,
won't weT" But Just then something else
attracted her attention. What was It?
She was really scared for a moment. It
was a piece of snow walking along, throw
ing snow aside as It went. Hhe uashed
out of the door in a flash, out Into tho
deep snow. She stood there looking for
several minutes, then she broke out laugh
ing. She went and picked It up. What do you
think it was? It was a little lamb that
had strayed from Its mother. When sho
got In the house she had a name ready.
It was Snowy Snowflake. Her mother
thought It a very nice name and after
wards she got a dog and a eat then sno
had what she called a menagerie.
MyKitty
By Martha Alden, age t years, Klmo, Mo.
One day about two years ago a poor little
kitty came to our house with a broken leg.
It was so afraid of us for a long time It
no tracks behind him. What he supposed
to be about a quarter of a mile was In
fact over a mile. Having gone that dis
tance, he drew old Trusty's rein snd dis
mounted. The mule was glad of the rest
and stood with bowed head, sleeping. Be
ing very warm and thirsty, George decided
to refresh himself with some food and
water. He sat down In the shade of the
mule and proceeded to cat. Old Trusty did
not seem to mind the heat or absence of
water. Oeorge's uncle had said that he
was like a camel could go an indefinite
time without water. He had been known to
go two days without a drop and had suf
fered no bad results from it, either.
As Oeorge was preparing to mount again
there came a sudden breese across the
desert. Then George saw a regular sand
storm In progress Just acrose the valley.
It was thickening and spreading rapidly
coming his way, He sprang into the sad
dle and gave Old Trusty the reins, for his
uncle had warned him of these desert
squalls, as he termed the sandstorms.
But hardly had he got into the saddle
when the wind full of sand was about
him, making It impossible for him to hold
his eyes open. It cut bis face and neck
and blinded Old Trusty, who stopped, head
down.
"On, on. Old Trusty," urged George.
Pals Who Enjoy a Bright Winter Holiday
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OF FRIENDS
would not eat when anyone was around.
But one day my brother picked it up, .and
after that it seemed to know we would
not hurt It and only wanted to be kind. It
has grown to be a nice big kitty and we
all love her so. This winter one night when
we went to bed the kitty was not to he
found, but In the morning she was In the
house. And you cannot guess where we
found her. We found her all curled up
behind the piano by the chimney, where
she could keep good and warm. Now don't
you think she Is the smartest cat you know
of?
(Second Prize.)
The Experience of the Field
Mouse Family
Louise Raabe. age 11 years. 2W9 North
Nineteenth avenue, Omaha.
One day Mrs. Fieldmouse got a modern
notion In her head that she was tired of
living In a sod house and wanted to live
In an apartment house. So the family
went out house hunting. Thsy took a
Jar of pickled chlckweed that Mrs. Field
mouse had rut up herself, so they would
have something to eut for a while. After
they had looked around for some time
they found a hollow tree where there were
some apartments to let. They found thi
door open and the porter seemed to be
gone; and the elevator was not running at
present, either. The children were very
tired, and as there were some empty
rooms downstairs, they went In and made
themselves comfortable. After they had
slept quite a while they woke up by a
terrible crash. It rolled and thundered
and they thought it was a terrible earth
quake. They got up as quick as they
could and ran home at full speed, leaving
their Jar of pickled chlckweed behind.
After this they were very glad to llvo
in their little sod house again.
Would you like to know what the earth
quake was? It was only Mrs. Squirrel,
who lived a few stories higher, dropping
a few nuts through the elevator shaft.
She was preparing her family's breakfast.
An Unexpected Bath
By Ruth Sanford, age 11 yearn, 4!W Flor
ence boulevard, Omaha.
(Honorary Mention.)
One summer, when Margaret was on a
vacation out on a farm, she thought she
would ask the children to play boat with
her in the tank. They all agreed readily,
and so they looked around for some chips
of wood. Into which they stuck toothpicks
kicking the mule's sides. 80, without open
ing his eyes Old Trusty went on, finding It
almost Impossible to walk In such a storm.
Then It waa that a terrible fear seized
George. He could not see any distance
ahead of him and could open his eyes only
for m Instant at a time. He felt that they
had turned In the wrong direction, but he
thought wiser to allow Old Trusty to take
his way according to his animal instinct.
The heat was that of a furnace and
George had frequent recourse to his Jug of
water. He had drunk about half of It
when he decided that it was extremely
cruel for him to take it all and not so
much as dampen the burning nostril of
the patient old mule. Drawing In the rein
he sprang to the ground, poured the re
maining contents of the Jug into his bat
and put it under Old Trusty's nose. Tho
suffering animal took the draught at one
gulp and opened his bloodshot eye long
enough to look his thanks to George.
After a long time seeming much longer
to George than It really was Old Trusty
stumbled over some rocks and dead tree
branches. Hope shot trough George's
heart. He sprang from Old Trusty's back
and examined the ground. Yes, they were
at the edge of the desert. And now he
could see ahead of him. The mountains
rose close by. And there directly in their
path was the road leading Into the can
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and put paper on for sails and smaller
chips for people. This was lots of fun and
after a while they got quite excited sending
the boat back and forth. It then came
over to Margaret, who, endeavoring to
make It sail quickly, gave it a very strong
shove and overbalanced, falling light Into
the tank, with the boat coming after her.
' She rose to the surface. Jumped out and
ran to the house, leaving the children
looking with open mouths after her. After
she had changed hor clothes she came out
and began scolding the boys for not pulling
her out. which caused - much laughter
among the grown folks. .
Mary's float
By Eva Smith, age 14 years, St. Paul, Neb.
Neb.
One warm day In May Mary heard a
shout in the back yard. She ran to the
door, and what did she see? Something
for as long as Bhe could remember a goat.
She ran out of the door and down the
path as fast as she could. When papa
spied her, he said: "This is papa's birth
day gift to you, dear."
She clapped her hands together and
cried: "Oh! thank you, papa. I believe I
owe you a kiss for this." Whereupon she
kissed htm.
"But Mary," said her father,, "you will
have to be very careful because goats are
not tho most pleasant companions, some
times." "I know It, papa," said Mary, with a
smile. A week passed and all went well.
Mary's uncle sent her a small express
wagon when he heard about the goat, and
she had many merry times with It.
But one day when Bridget washed, the
family went to uncle's for dinner. When
Bridget had hung all of the clothes out on
the line she went In the house.
"Hilly" had been tied up before Mary
went, but he had chewed the rope in two.
He came up to the clothes and sniffed at
them, and then
When Bridget came to get them that
evening there were a few rags hanging to
the clothesline. Nothing more. She gave
a shout and then rushed at the goat, who
quickly turned and bunted her.
When the family came home they found
a few rags hanging on the line; Bridget
prostrate on the ground with a sprained
ankle.
Mary's goat was sold the next day and
she has never longed for another.
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The Unruly Donkey
By Joe Walters, age ltt years, Wahoo, Neb.
Emily went to the seaside last month;
and tha day sho was four years old she was
permitted to have a ride on the back of
a donkey. The boy who took care of the
donkey had a stick. He was about to strike
the poor beast when little Emily cried,
"Don't hurt the donkey!"
"Well, he's a lazy beast and ought to
walk fister," replied the boy.
"I can make him walk faster," said
Emily. "Go away and alt on the rocks,
and you shall see If I do not."
So the boy went and sat on the rocks,
and Emily patted the donkey on Ills ears
and talked to him and called him a nice
good old donkey, and then turned lilm
around.
"Now, sir, faster, faster!" she said; and
yon through which they had come at noon
day. Dear Old Trusty," said Oeorge, embrac
ing the mule with a feeling of Intense Joy.
"You, dear old fellow, brought me safe
from the desert. I would have gone In an
opposite direction had I followed my own
Ideas of the compass. But we'll not tarry
here to congratulate ourselves. No telling
what this mystery might take a notion to
do. We will get on tbe other side of the
mountain it's healthier for us."
At the end of two hours George and Old
Trusty emerged from the canyon, faces
homeward set. In the distance they could
see a tiny Bpeck on the great level land,
the ranch house of Oeorge's uncle. The
sun was setting In their faces, and George,
thirsty, hungry, exhausted from the heat
and blowing sand, smiled wearily, but
gladly:
"No more of the deert for me, Old
Trusty. I don't know how you feel about
It, but I guess you've no love for such an
Inferno. Come, can you Umber up your
legs a bit livelier and get us home in tlns
for supper? I feel that I could drink a
barrel of cold water and lie In a tub full
of It all uigbt. 'a for you. Trusty, I'm
afraid you'll drink th well dry."
And Old Trusty said never a word In
reply, but quickened his gait, as if under
standing th wishes of hi young master.
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the donkey began to walk quite fast. He
found that he had a kind little girl on his
back, and he was glad to show that ho
liked her.
The boy was quite surprised to see tho
donkey move on so fast. "He would not
do that for me, miss," said he.
"1 suppose not," replied Emily. "The
donkey knows that I am his friend, and
that I have no stick to beat him."
Escape of a Slave
By Agatha Hamann, age 13, 2815 feaven.
worth Street, Omaha.
There waa once upon a time a slave who
ran away from his master. As he was
crossing a desert he got tired and went into
a cave and there sat down to rest. All at
once he saw a Hon coming towards him,
limping on his front foot. The slave waa
frightened for a moment, but the lion did
not hurt him. The slave looked at tha
lion's paw and pulled out the thorn. The
lion then licked the slave's hand and ran
off. The slave wa then captured and taken
back to prison. The slave wns put Into a
cave with a lion for punishment, but the
lion did not hurt him In the least, because
the slave had helped the lion out. Tha
slave was put free and the lion was given
to him. The lion afterwards followed him
through the streets as a dog.
The Flood
By .Agnes Lundberg. age 8 years, 48 South
I street, Fremont, Neb.
It was about half past 9 when I was
sitting by the table getting my lessons.
My father came running Into the house
and told us that the water was coming
swiftly and we had better get out of the
house. It was no time to waste. I put on
my coat and papa ran upstairs and awoke
my little ulster and brother. We dnyssed
them quickly and when we got out Into
the street the water was coming fast.
Hero Meets I
THE CAT.
"I'm a fire-splttlng Tom Cat;
So don't you come near me!
Don't think that I'm afraid of you.
Or that I'll climb a tree.
"I've seen a great, great many dogs
(To which you're Just a candle
As compared to the great Bun),
And each one I could handle.
"I'm known as that Great Fighting Tom,
So. 1 will say, take care,
And do not come too close to me
Or beware! Beware! Beware!"
THE DOO.
"You poor and frightened. llly cat!
You'd better climb a tree.
Or I will let my temper loose
And then a sight you'll be.
"There's not a cat In all this town
'Who doesn't fear my bark;
And when they know that I'm around
They keep themselves quit dark.
"I'm called the Big Cat Killer,
And there' blood within m eye;
80, if you'd live to catch a niouoe,
Me you'd bettr not come nigh.'
MAUD WALKER.
Tapa carried some of us across, but the
rest of us wnded through the wnter. It
was very cold and we tlmtiKht ruri we
WniiM get slrk. We hurried to the dot,
which was only two block away, and tele
phoned after a h;ick to take, us to the hotel.
lVople were driving the cows and horses
across the tracks and carryall were run
ning everywhere. In about half nn hour
the water was about two feet ilerp all over.
Up to the tracks. When wo got to tho hotel
we were comfortable. In the tiiornlnn we
went to see the flrx d. Unfit were used for
taking people out of their houses. Our
house whs surrounded by water and wo
saw ft man wading In the water. Ho had
high rubber boot on. and It waa nearly
over them. Our sidewalk were floated
away. I wished T could ni t to the bmi
to see if my kitty was drowned. People
were coming and going everywhere to see
the great flood.
A Doll Fair
Py Edna Lrvln. ae 1o yenrs. HL'l Cuming
Street. Omnha.
' Six little girl had formed n sorletv.
They were going to help the poor children
who don't have nice wnrni clothes In winter
Jinr toys to play with.
Their dues was 1 cent a week, but thev
found thnt this would bring them so llttl
money that they could not buy very mnnv
things with It. so they resolved to make
a sale and put the money they innde from
It In their treasury.
Bright-eyed little Dorothy suggested a
doll fair, and the others agreed without
hesitation that this wns a splendid Idea.
During the next two weeks the little girls
Were very busy dressing their dolls, mak
ing doll clothe and many other things for
Of their trinket together, that there might
be a few pennies more.
At the end of two weeks everything was
ready. The "fair" took place In Dorothy's
tent. The girls decornted the tent with
pictures nnd wild flowers. Tho admission
tickets were 1 cent apiece.
When the fair was over they found they
had f2 for their labor and the whole six
entered their beds thnt night exceedingly
happy, but very tired children.
The Lesson that Helen Learned
By Bernlce Perry, uge 11 years, Cam
bridge, Neb.
Helen was Just about 3 years old. She
would have been a very dear little girl but
for one thing. Whenever she was angry
she would lie on the floor and scream and
kick. Her father was most of the time
away from home. She lived with her
mother and grandmother. They loved her
very dearly and tried to break her of this
bad habit. 80 Bhe waa put Into a room
by herself, but she would only scream the
harder. She was then sent to bed without
her supper, and sent to bed In the middle
of the day. Nothing did any good.
"What shall we do?" said her grand
mother. "I have thought of something." replied
the mother, and the very next time she
tried It. One rainy day Helen and her
mother were sitting on tho floor building
a house of cards. They built very slowly
and carefully, and were about to put on
the sixth story. Helen was delighted, she
clasped her hands tightly together and
hardly dared to breathe. Just a her mother
put on the last card the whole house fell
to the floor.
Helen turned red, but she had not time
to scream, for to her surprise and terror
her dear sweet mother, who was always
smiling, threw herself on the floor, scream
ing with all her might end beating the
carpet with her fists. Helen grew pale
with horror. She did not move or speak
until her mother stopped, then she crept
up to her and whispered, "Dear mamma,
please don't, and I never will be so horrid
again."
The next time Helen was angry she
looked first at her mother. Something she
saw in her face made her say, "I'm not
going to scream, mamma." After that they
bad very little trouhlo with her.
Tricky Young Fly-Catcher
Bv Emma Roster, age 13 years, 1518 O
street, South Omaha, Nub.
I was very nimb interested by a little
family sceno of fly-catchers. A fly-catcher
had five little, ones who were ablo to be
Just out of their nest. They were perched
all In a row on the twig of a larj?e elm
tree. She was feeding them turn by turn
Just as soon as she caught an Insect she
would drop It Into the little fly-catcher's
mouth. Then she flew away again and
quickly hod another insect, and so continue;
with exact order, every one getting his
share.
One little fly-catcher was growing Im
patient, so while hi mother was away he
quickly fluttered and crowded himself bu
Ido the bird which had Just len fed. He
sat there very innocently and sober when
his mother came, but she saw the tiiek
at once. She dropped the Insect Into tha
right one's mouth and this selfish fly
catcher did not get It after all.
How a Pet Horse Was Curried
By Marguerite Ida Mason. Age 11 Year,
SOS Went Eighth Street, Fremont, Net.
Maude was 3 years, old and George was 6
year old. The horses's name was Kitty.
One day they were tired playing, so they
went out to the barn where Kitty was.
They got some wagon grease out of tha
buggy shed and spread It on the horse'
legs. Soon their mamma came out and
asked them what they were doing. They
suld they were currying the horse because
papa was away and could not curry it.
They Were sent to bed without any supper.
After that tin y left the currying of th
horse for their papa to do.
Stories Received.
Stories have been received from the fol
lowing Busy Bees, which will be published
later:
Anna Brell, Omaha.
Ada Wilson, Omaha.
Clara Tompkins, Hastings, Neb.
Fay Callahan. Gering, Neb.
Clara Lundberg, Fremont, Neb.
Sampson Rosenblatt, Omaha.
John Engel, Omaha.
Fannlo Kolar, Omaha.
Maurice C. Johnson, Omaha.
The Gentle Cynic
Prejudice are merely other people's
opinion.
An Innocent lie never hurt quite a much
as a malicious truth.
There Is only one thing a woman loves
better than to be told a secret, and that
is to find it out herself.
The officeholder always believes that one
good term deserves another.
Good deeds may never die. but lot
of them seem to go Into a trance.
The fellow who 1 all wrapped up in
himself 1 naturally a bundle of conceit.
It too bad a man can't get Into heaven
with hi tombstone Inscription as a pass
port. New. Yotk Times.