2 THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: SEPTEMBER 8. 1907. R
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TWO lettors of especial Interest are on the Busy lit page this week, one
from Ernest Ne-llor. our King Dee, and captain of the Red side, and an-
I other from Alys Martin of Fairmont, Neb., who has written sevcra
prize stories and who would doubtless still be capturing prizes If her
last birthday had not placed her beyond the age of competition. AlyB makes
gome very good suggestions, that the Dur.v Upo editor heartily seconds, for the
organization of a club of the TJusy Dees who. like herself, are no louger eligi
ble to compete for tho prizes. Tho editor would suggest that this might be
called the Husy Uee Graduate club, and space will be cheerfully given on the
Busy Bee pRge for communications from members. The editor will be glad
to count the votes as suggested In the letter. Won't all the boys and girls
read Aly's letter which appears on our page? A number of the Buay Bees
will be gradutes before long and it would be very nice to continue our
acquaintance in this way.
This week the Blue side won first prize and the Red side second, making
both Fides even, ten prize stories apiece.
This is the last month of the reign
How Pussy Earned Her Board
By Helena Davis.
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fTTNK morning In tho parly spring
I J I Franklo and May found a woo
1 1 mv kitten In thft rnad ni thv
MM
were on their way to school.
Franklo took tho poor mewing
llttlo waif In Mh arms and stroked Its silky
fur, saying: "Now, llttlo Miss Tubs, what
shall we do with you? It In almost school
time and we cannot roturn homo with you,
for In that case we should be lato to school
and that would never do. And It Is out of
the question to take you to school, for
teacher would not permit you In tho room;
It would make the pupils laugh, you know.
Bo, what are we to do with you? We cer
tainly aren't going to lnave you In the road
to die or be run over by soma wagon."
The little kitten listened to Frankle's
reasoning and seemed to understand that
he did not know how to solve the problem
of disposing of It; but all tt said In Its own
forlorn behalf was, "Mew, mew, m-e-w."
But the manner of Us saying "mew" was
quite enough to touch the heart of anyone.
and Frankle's and May's hearts were very
easily touched, too. Bo Frankle said to
his sister:
"S'pose we drop by old Mies Clark's
house and auk her to keop this little tramp
till we come along from school In the aft-
emoon."
"A good Idea," acquiesced May. "And
you'd better let ma carry the little dear,-
for girls know so much more about kittens
and babies and dolls than boys do."
Frankle reluctantly delivered Miss Puss
Into the arms of his sister, and they hast-
ened on their way, soon dropping out of
the big road into a lane which led to the
home of a quaint old maiden lady by the
name of Miss Clark. The old lady was on
the porch of her pretty farm house when
the children came up, and it was not long
till the kitten had changed hands. Miss
Clark kindly agreeing to keep It and feed
It during the day.
That evening when Frankle and May
topped at Miss Clark's for their new pos-
aesslon-the stray kltten-they found It
ound asleep on a mat in the sun, so full
of good rich milk that It could hardlv move
Itself. "Ifa a tine cat." declared Miss Clark
smiling on the little grey ball as it slept.
"It's been a bit gluttonous, I'll admit, but
circumstances almost forced that. You see,
a kitten so small as this one must have
Something to eat very often, and evidently
It has been without food during the whole
night, and In that starved condition It over
ate. .v But It Is young yet, and must learn
manners later. It will grow up to be a
great help to you on the farm. I can tell
fiom its shape and general appearance
that It will earn Its board and keep.'
rrunme ana May were pleased to hear
Miss Clarke speak In such praise of their
new found pet, and after thanking her
sincerely for her great kindness to them
and their kitten they hurried home.
"Oh, my dears, what did you bring that
kitten here for?" asked their mother on
beholding the furry little creature held so
closely In May's arms. "You know we
keeo u. eU rid of mice an! flLV T
any Z. Z ni 11' t
or t rhlrttJ k .
or. me cnicKen coops. Bo, what use can
Have no real need of a cat, for the traps
we nave oi a cui :
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ten. but-the kitten surely ha. great need
of us. said May. "You see, we found
It mewing In the road this morning, and
we couldn't leave it to starve or get
killed. It has no home, so we've got to
give It one."
May'a mother kissed her and replied- In-
VA m 1 1 tti a ma u-a nr ,,l ,1 u i.i.
dulgently: "You are a dear, good-hearted
tittle daughter. And my boy la just as
good," she added, turning to Frankle.
"Bo, slnoe the kitten must needs have a
home, and ours Is a good one, let It be
welcome. But you must not neglect It.
my dear children. I shall leave It. care
UB OFENEJJ THE CELUUl XXXJH
ill i -u ,.i . . 1 a . rkiJ a mm
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of Augusta KIbler, Kearney,
to you. It must be fed and kept clean of
fleas, you know."
"Oh, wo ll watch It all right," declared
Frankle. "Besides, It may prove to he
of great value to us, for Miss Clark says
It's a tine specimen of cat, and will prove
worth Its boaid and keep."
The mother laughed as she went on
with her preparations tor supper, and
the children took the kitten Into tho back
yard to introduce it to Sport, the dog.
"He must be taught to understand that
his realm Is shared by a newcomer, and
that ho must be friendly with the Joint
ruler," declared Frankle.
And so the spring had worn away, and
the summer had followed It, early fall
setting In. But the kitten was no longer -at
the home of Frankle and May. . A great
cat by name "Pussy" was there. And, as
you may have guessed, this sume Fussy
had once been that little kitten that was
found one morning on the roadside cry
ing: "Mew. mew. m-e-w-w!" II.iw aha
had grown one could hardly guess. When
PugBy wa, three month. old she was so
flna Dlg tnat Frankle and May had
given her a birthday party. Inviting Mis
Clark, several of the neighbor children, old
Sport and tho canary. Pussy had been
taught to recognize the rights of the canary
Just a8 Sport had been taught to recognise
the right of Pussy.
But now, In her seventh month, Pussy
tiaJ dune nothing to show that she was
eBrnln her board and keep, as Miss Clark
had PredI(;ted sho would do. To be sure,
Bne WM a great Pet and "forded the chiU
d"'n lot of P'e'""'e. And Sport had
found her very companionable after the
flrst few days of antagonistic spitting and
claw "howln""- But she had never beon
een wltn mou"e- nor hd shown any
dlPltl0" to "d the chickens from the
hawk 01111 came doWl to menace them,
although both Frankle and May had re-
leatlly tr'ei1 to train her to do so.
And 80 ,he had rrlved at Pretty good
age wlthout having done anything to cover
hersolf wlth slory. She was a nice, sleek,
Kd-natured and affectionate cat. And
that was about all one could say of her.
Nevertheless, she was a decided favorite,
and no one thought her in the way or
begrudged her the sweet milk she drank
or the bits of meat she ate.
However, there came a time when Pussy
proved herself well worthy the splendid
home she had been made a member of.
It was a tteptemher night, cool and clear.
But owing to the frost in the air Pussy
had been given a snug place in the cellar
to sleep. Ai.d when Frankle and May put
ner to bed there they thought It a fine
place for her, as the mouee trap had
been down there se long that the mlco
had grown to know It held great peril for
them, and In consequence they had stopped
nosing at the nice sweet cheese placed
In the trap so temptingly, but aatisned
themselves with nibbling at the edibles
lhat were put on the numerous shelves
in the cellar.
After being left alone for
a , t ' P""y
n n f, T " " exl"orln "
"- . " rUn,mBKe bout
very long, however, for a queer, smothering
odor filled her nostrils. In the
corner
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rmn.ii una may n.a nxea ner Dea
there wa. a .tream of something black
rearing Itself toward the celling. And
shortly afterward a little tongue of red.
glowing and giving light to the cellar,
leaped after the vaporous cloud that wa.
growing and filling the entire room.
New, Pussy knew that something was
wrong, and radically wrong, too. 8he
found it hard to breathe and aomethtng
made her eye. sting. She went up the
celiaf steps at a bound and began mew-
lng lustily and scratching at the door
which hel.i h . nfi.n.r u
she scratched and mewed she had no way
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TO BE MET BY PUBSY.'haLF BUffOCATEP, AND A VOLUME OF SMOKE.
September Brings the Luscious Grapes
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(First Prise.)
A Good Deed is Rewarded
By Edna Irvine, Aged 10 Years, S43 Cum
ing Street, Omaha. Blue.
John Wilson, a sturdy lad of 1G, walked
slowly homeward. It was scarcely six
months since his father had diod and he
and his widowed mother were obliged to
work very hard In order to earn their
scanty living.
John worked at the village Btore, but to
day was a holiday and the store was
closed. After doing the chore, he had gone
to a neighboring mountain to hunt. Just
a. he wa. about to descend the mountain
de (it waBn t very glepp) ne heard a low
ni08n, Qoing towards the direction from
wnlch lt ,,mea to come, he perceived a
panther, ready to .pring upon an old man.
n8 quickly drew his trusty rifle to hl3
shoulder and discharged It. His aim was
true and the panther rolled over, dead,
Our young hero had shot lt through the
heart.
The old man proved to be a millionaire,
of knowing of course, but it probably
seemed a long time to her In that densely
locating atmosphere. "
vt i . ,, . rteht at the head
of the stair, on the second floor, and the
f
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TXJ9T t-tzw in amjor.
who showed his gratitude In this way:
Mr. Turpins (the old man's name) told
John he would grant him any wish he
asked. ,John, after a moment's thought,
replied: "I want my mother to be amply
provided for till the end of her life, which
I hope will bo prolonged."
After John said this, Mr. Turpins
answered: "My dear boy, your wish is a'
very unselfish one and I shall see that it
Is fulfilled Immediately, but you are grow
ing up' and will need a good education;
would you not like to go to college?"
At this question John's face lit up and
as he answered "Yes'1 he thought he was
surely dreaming, for he had always longed
to go to college.
Mr. Turpins was true to his word and '.t
was not long before John became one of
the most prominent business men in Lon
don, where he and Mrs. Wilson moved
after John had finished his course in col
lege. (Second Prize.)
'"Ella"
By Hellen Spevacek, Aged 14 Years, Ra
venna, Neb. Red.
Ella was a poor girl who lived with her
father and mother far away in the north.
where snow lies on the ground nearly all
the year around. One day Ella took her
fiW and asked her mother If she could go
coasting.
fei, but don't go beyond the hill." she
Raid. pointing out the hill to her in the
distance.
"All right." said Ella, kissing her mother
and then running away with her sled.
Hrr mother watched her for some time,
when she continued her work, while Ella
kept on her way.
Ella had been coasting some time when
she saw a much larger hill, and (not think-
door which' Fussy fought so liard against
waa directly beneath the stairs and opened
Wo tne nrst noor nan. as way ..eui sue
dreamed she heard some one knocking at
her door. Then she dreamed Pussy wa.
at her side mewing. She awoke with a
start and sat up In bed to make out what
the noise was that .eemed to come from
the hall downstairs. Yes, she could hear
it plainly. It was Pussy mewing with all
her might and scratching and throwing
her body against the frail wooden door
of the cellar stair.. May bounded out of
bed and ran into her mother', room, ay
Ing: "Pussy is fighting to get out. I'm
afraid a big rat ha. got into the cellar
and ha. bad a fight with her, Injjrlng
her badly, maybe. Come, mama, and go
with me to let Pussy out."
"Oil, It'a Just Pussy's dislike to her new
quarters," laughed May's mamma. "But
since you will be worried all night unless
we let her out But, what's that? It
smell, like smoke!" And In another In
stant both of May's parent, were hurrying
down the stslrs with May and Frankle In
the rear. Frankle, whose room adjoined
his parent.', was awakened by their excited
voices and had sprung out of bed to .seer
Uin what was the matter.
"It's coming from the cellar?" .exclaimed
the children's father, and he opened the
cellar door to be met by Pussy, half suf
focated, and a volume of smoke. And then
It was found that quite a fire was burning
In the corner close to the stove ashes that pia uHy has been the favorite four-footer
the servant had carelessly dumped there, .bout the farm where the lives so happily.
The ashes had evidently contained some snj it Is safe to say that she cannot under
live coals that had Ignited a pile of old tta:id why she Is niadi- so much of ) the
lumber and papers. fandly and the family's frl'nds, especially
It required the combined efforts of both (ild Miss Clark, who will Insist oil saying,
parents and children to extinguish the "X tuld you so."
m m
lng of her mother's warning) picked up
her sled and started for it.
Klla was now a lontf ways from home,
and the snow began to fall. She did not
heed the large snowflakes that fell on her
face until she could not aeo In what direc
tion was her home.
Heavier and heavier fell tho snow and
Ella fell asleep. 8he did not know how
long she slept, but when she awoke sho
could not move. She lay there some time,
when she heard voices, and heard them
calling, "Ella, Ella."
She tried to speak, but could not. After
that she knew nothing until she awoke to
find herself In hfr little btd at home.
Ella was sick a long time, but promised
her mother never to disobey her again.
(Honorary Mention.)
The Fairies
By Grace King, Aged 9 Years, 410 East
Ninth 8treet, Fremont, Neb.
One summer evening I told my little
sister that there wero fairies under tho
day lily loaves, and she wouldn't loilievo
me at first, but she snld he was going out
doors tomorrow morning and see. So the
next morning Allco went out to the lilies,
and got pretty nar there when she heard
a llttlo noise. She got scared and ran back
to tho house.
After dinner she got me to go out with
her. But when we got there and Alice
wasn't lonklnp; I ran Into the house.
Just then one of tho fables got her and
changed her Into a fairy, nnd she flew
with the fairy way up Into the sky. But
suddenly she felt herself falling and sho
woke up and found she had been dream
ing and had fallen from the lounge.
Eva's Party
By Bertha Cohen. Aged 1? Years. 12) North
Twenty-sixth Street, South Omaha.
It was a bright summer morning and
Eva was going to celebrate her ninth birth
day. She was going to have her party on
the lawn. The party was going to start
at 2 o'clock, and all were there In time.
The table was put out on the lawn and
and covered up with a t.t.l
'loth when the little boy. and girls enmo.
E "' Presents. They planned
tew Kan-.es and then went to the table.
Tho table was full of cakes, pies, candy,
nuts and other things. The lunch lasted
about an hour and then the table was
taken away.
They pluyud hide-and-go-seek, hldo the
stick, tag and many other games. At last
Eva said: "Let us sit down awhile and
rest and then we will start again. " They
all sat down. "I thought of something,"
flames and to restore 6rder once more In
the cellar.
- it inn nre naa got anotner ten minutes-
start pf us." said tho father, "it would
have been Impossible for us to have saved
the house. It had almost reached tho well
seasoned fire wood a few fe. t away. Once
that had got started tho entire house must
have burned to the ground."
"And it might have cost tho lives of
some of us. had we been sound asleep,"
shuddered the mother resting from her
labors, her face covered, with grime and
perspiration. "You see, it would have cut
us off from the stairs and the smoke would
have suffocated us. My, what a nurrow
escape!"
"And did you stop to think to whom we
owe our escape?" asked May. "None other
than dear old Pussy. She awoke me by
her scratching .o furiously on the door and
mewing so loudly. So we owe our lles,
maybe, to her. And .urely, we owe to her
our nice and comfortable home."
"Which all goe. to show that Mlas Clark
knew what she was talking about when
he said Iussy would yet make herself
well worth her board and keep. Long life
and much good milk to old Iusy. I say!"
And the parent, and May Joined Frankle'.
enthusiastic praise of old Pussy, who had
that night, all unwittingly, been the means
of saving the lovely borne and human life,
perhaps.
And from that night to the present day
said Eva. "While wo are resting let us
have some riddles." They told some rid
dles and all were answered. When they
had had enough of the riddles they begun
to play iiKain.
All nt once Eva's little friend, Mary,
who lived ntNt door, said: "Where Is my
hnndkerrhlef ; I lost It." Everybody be
gan searching through the yard, but no
one found It. They looked everywhere, hut
It could not be found. In a little while
the party ended and everyone gladly went
home.
One day In the fall Eva was playing with
her cousin, sin- said to hhii: "I see a
,pest up there In the lice. Will you ilimb
It ami see what is In It? The bird that
owns it has gone awav to the south." Ho
did so, and guess what was In It Mary's
. handkerchief. How surprised Eva was.
She ran to tell her in ither. Her mother
said that the bird must have picked It up
while the children were playing at your
party. The bird wanted to make a soft
bed for her young erics. Eva th"ti said:
"I am glad the bird rot it. because it
helped to make her ) oung ones warm."
Estelle Grayleig'h
By Ituth Ashby. Awl il Years. Fairmont,
,cl.
"Who's that girl on the front sent?"
asked EUolse Aiori'U of Ooncvicve Hart.
"I don't know," answered Uenevleve. "Well
I'm sure 1 shan't play with her. She wears
an apron to school and has freckles and a
turned up nose. I'm sure papa ami mama
Wouldn't WRiit me to play with tier."
Ellolso Morton was the spoiled child of
very rich parents. Her father was muor
of tho town and president of a bank.
Ellolso was dressed nicer than any one else
in school and .every day her mother camo
after her in a large touring car.
"Estelle, you may sit by Qnevleve Hart."
said MIS3 Black, tho teacher, ticiu vlevo
smiled at lier. "Which aide do you want
to sit on?" she asked. "It doesn't inn: tor
to me. I will Just take thin, for all your
things are over there." Ucncvlevo gave
her a generous half of the dcik.
About three months Afterward Estelle
came to school with a pretty box In her
hand. "I'm going to have a party," she
confided to Oenevleve. Every one In the
school room got a pretty Invitation asking
them to come to Estelle Graylelgh's birth
day party and each one said "No presents."
"Are you going?" asked Genevieve of
Elloise. "or course not; ut least I don't
think so. I'll have papa and mama call
and see if Mrs. Graylelgh's nice."
"Hear me, Estelle Graylelgh! Her name
ought to bu Miranda Jane Jones. This is
only a scheme of hers to get some pres
ents." "But it says 'No presents.' " "Oh,
well, she means presents anyway."
That night Mr. and Mrs. Morton called
on Mrs. Graylelgh. "Why, Estelle, how did
you get here," cried Mr. Morton. "We
heard you were dead. This Is sister Estelle
who we thought died In England," said he
to his wife. ,
The next night after the party Eetelle
heard a knock. She opened the door. No
one was there, but a big bundle lay on the
porch. It was marked "For Estelle." Es
ttllo opened It and there was a beautiful
doll. "Who's It from, mama?" asked
Esielle. "There's a note in her hand," said
mama. Estelle opened it. "From Aunt
Grace, mama." Polly held in her hands a
largo bundle which Estelle opened. Out fell
a beautiful silk dress. "From your school
mates," it read. "Why, mama, here's an
other package." This was a small one.
"Oh, mama, here's fifty dollars from Undo
M irton and ho says It's to put In the .
bank." So Estelle went happily to bed to
dream about beautiful dolls while she held
her own tight.
A Fire
By Thelma B. Jones, Aged 10 Years, Madi
son, Neb, Blue.
All was still In the school house. The
younger children that did not go to school
were playing in a yard opposite the school
house.
Suddenly tho children In school and In
the yard heurd a bell. The teacher told
the children to listen.
"Fire!" said a girl named Pearl.
"Yes," said the teacher. She went and
looked out tho window to see if she. could
see where it wa..
"It's the livery barn," she exclaimed. A
hush went through the room. Every child
turned white.
Then they heard two people run through
the hall. It was tho Janitor and the pro
fessor. They were both firemen.
"If you will be good you may come to
tho window," said Miss King, which was
the toucher's name. Everybody crowded
to tho window.
The livery barn was In plain sight of
the school house. In a few minute, the
tire department was there. A large group
of people hail gathered around the burning
building. All the men rushed In the barn
and got as many horses, nuggle. and car
riage, as they could. They got all the
harness out, but they did not get all the
other things out.
When school let out they all ran home to
see If they could find what started the
fire. They soon found out. There was a
man named Peterson that worked In there
und the people did not want him any longer.
The people told him and he left. Ha said
to himself that be would fix them. He
waa walking around the barn and one of
the men told him to go up and throw some
hay down. He went up and .et the hay
on lire.
Kind Deeds, Happy Hearts
By Jeannette Miller. Aged 10 Year., Fair
mont, Neb. Blue.
Kitty wa. playing with her dolls In her
room und Alice and Lula, her doll., were
getting on their bats when mamma called:
"Kitty, come bete."
"Bother!" How mean when I do get to
play, something .alaaya has to be done."
Down went Alice and Lula on the floor.
Iownstalrs went angry little Kitty, and
her mamma said she had a note from
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Nhevhtf. J.-'d their
eyes in fear.
rpTcy both turned! g ran
Ls fast as they co uU
Each saying pve
Jfo business here!'
old Mrs. Ki lch, who wanted her to come
over. "She likes to have you so much."
Kiitj- frowned and said, "Oh, my! I did
so want to play."
Paid her mother, "Would you refuse
her?"
"Oh, I suppose not; only I did so want
to play."
"Well, slip along If you are going."
"(loodhy; but I do bate to go."
Kho ian down tho street nnd came to a
little uhl'f house. She ran up to tho
porch, and tang the bell,
Tho old woman came to the door and
opened it. "Oh, my dear little girl," she
said, "I didn't like to send that note a
bit, but 1 wanted to see you so badly."
"The old womnn and Kitty visited for a
long time and after a whllo lt came supper
time, and she went home.
Sho said to her mamma, "Oh, how good
I feel; I feel ao happy. And her mamma
said, "It Is because you did a kind de.-d."
Kitty suld, "Ye, mamma; I think so, loo."
Letters to the Editor
Greeting; from the Kins;.
Dear Subject.: I am glad to have tho
opportunity of thanking you for your kind
ness In electing me to the office of King
Bee through the columns of this section of
The Bee.
I have spent my vacation here at home,
pluylng ball and going fishing with my
brothers and- a friend, Henry Albcrs.
The stories written, I thought, wero oil
very good, with the exception of a few
which I knew to be copied from some old
school reader.
As we are all bUBy preparing to move
to Peabody, Kan. by September 15, I must
close. Again thanking you all, I remain,
ERNEST NELLOR, King Bee.
She Llkti the rage.
Dear Busy Bees: This Is my first letter
to the Busy Bees' page. I think that the
Busy Bees write very nice stories. I would
like to win first or second prize. We take
The Omaha Bee and I think the Busy
Bees' page Is best of all. I love to read. I
can hardly wait till the paper comes. I
think Augusta KIbler wrote a very nice
letter. I am 10 years old and In the sixth
grade. I like to go to school. I have had
a nice vacation this summer. Well, I will
have to close. Hoping I may win a prize,
I am your Busy Beo, GLADYS BASS.
Anselmo, Neb,
Gdaa on the night Track.
Dear Editor: I think the Busy Bees'
page Is very Interesting. May wa choose
our own subject for the stories of Septem
ber? Then the stories can be all our own.
I cannot see why any BuBy Bee should
want to send in a copied story; for if tt
should be printed and win a prise, when
they shew lt to their friends they know
they are not really worthy of It.
As all of the Busy Bees write such in
teresting stories, I cannot decide who I
want for king and queen.
I think that when a Busy Bee join, one
side he or she should remain loyal to that
side and not change from one side to the
other.
Inclosed Is an original story entitled "A
Oood Deed Is Always Rewarded." Your
loyal subject. EIJNA LEVI N D.
Aged 10 Years, 3421 Cuming street, Omaha.
j From m, "Gradaate."
Pear Busy Bee. and Those Who Are Too
Old to Be Busy Bees: You have not heard
from me for a long time, have you? I
have an Idea to lay before you:
Don't you think It would be nice fot
those who, like me, can no longer be Beet
to form a club among ourselves and write
to each other? We could elect our officers,
etc. Please suggest a name. Perhaps our
editor would count the votes and decide
who waa elected and print the list of mem
bers. Perhaps we could have all over thir
teen In It, too. I leave that for you to de
cide. We could writ to one another each
month, going down the list until we had
gone tnrough, and If we wanted to writ,
to any member between times, we could.
Our school begin, a week from today.
I will be In the eleventh grade, and study
Caesar, physics, rhetoric and geometry. I
must close now. Hoping to hear from my
plan soon, I remain, your friend,
ALYS MARTIN.
P. 8. After reading this you can aurely
tell I am .till a Bee, for did you not hear
me buzs? i
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