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V 2 TTTFj OMATTA SUNDAY TVFT.: TtT.CTmER I, 1907. SO MANY stories hare come in the last two weeks that it has been im possible to use them all, and that all may have an equal chance in the present contest the editor has decided to extend the time one week. Thla will make It possible to use almost all of the best stories, and ao fairly decide which aide, the Red or the Blue, wins. The sldca are even this week, each having won fifteen prize stories, and next week will decide the contest. The selection of the prize winners will be made from the stories that have been sent in during the last week. Remember, everyone, that this week closes the reign of our present king and queen, Albert Goldberg and Oall Howard, and every boy and girl ought to send In a vote this week for our next king and queen. It is not necessary to send a story, but every single Busy Bee ought to send in a vote for the boy and girl desired for our next sovereigns. As a number of the Busy Bees have noticed, one of our prize stories last Sunday was not original, so the prize will be given to Louise Raabe, who got honorary mention. It may be said, however, that the writer of the borrowed story was a new Bus) Bee, never having written for our page before, and so did not understand. This will not be accepted as an excuse In future. Of course no prize was given for the borrowed story. The prize winners for this week were Louise Stiles, aged 12 years, Lyons, Neb., and Ada Morris, aged 14 years, 8424 Franklin street, Omaha. Honorary mention was given to Nora Cullen, aged 13 years, 3212 Webster street, Omaha. Omaha. One of the Busy Bees writes the editor that it is hard to compose a story when only 250 words are allowed, and wants to know if she can use more. This request is impossible, boys and girls, as that would allow so few stories to be published each week and, of course, each writer is anxious to see his or her particular story In print. Those who have sent in their names as having postal cards to exchange are: Eunice Bode, Falls City, Neb.; Jean De Long, AInsworth, Neb.; Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la.; Louise Raabe, 2609 North Nineteenth avenue, Omaha; Gail Howard, 4T22 Capitol avenue, Omaha; Eda Behltng, York, Neb.; Estelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb.; Juanita Innes, 2768 Fort street, Omaha; Marguerite Bartholomew Gothenburg, Neb.; Lotilse Hahn, David City, Neb.; Vera Cheney, Crelghton, Neb.; Faye Wright, Fifth and Belle streets, Fremont, Neb.; Ruth Ashby, Fairmont, Neb.; Maurice Johnson, 1627 Locust street, Omaha; Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb.; Miss Pauline Parks, York, Neb.; Louise SUlea, Lyons, Neb.; Hulda Lundtoerg, Fremont, Neb.; Edna Enos, Stanton, Neb:; Alice Grassmeyer, 1546 C street, Lincoln, Neb. Hidden, Treasure of By Maud HQ Boy Explorers were very busy making preparations to T J visit a range of hills several mllea distant from, town, where were to be found a number of old Indian graves. 'The Boy Explorers" that had done service to adorn a fashion had no doubt but that there were burled able Indian. In these graves many wonderful treasures "Q The graves are hard to flnd," de- to tw got by said "Boy Explorers" should cl,red Doodles, resting on the handle of they resort to a certain peculiar method h ,pade an1 b,,wlng nJ, warm breath on of getting at them said method having n, benumbed fingers. "Let's go over beyond been duly explained by Dpodle. Plnkerton, that rocky ,Bt ,nere u look, ke a apot leader and chief Instigator of the little. where InJun, ml nt want to bury the)r band of boys known as "The Boy Ex- j,, , t plorer." of the town of D.shton. And so" t'he band moved on round the The day set for the expedition was a hllli tryInr every foot Bround a, they Saturday. "The Boy Explorers" were up ent aIon .. . , , and stirring early, getting together their ..Ah,.her.., loo,a CM an(, ,.. cr1ed camping outfit for they were to spend B pav) t ta wth h t ! mJi"1 . ! . ' hel' o'ing de ..A, ,urft nttm,.. mu for hidden treasure between the hours of , ... sundown and sunup. In accordance with d'CVer!d ,Tva' M ' . the certain rules laid down to them by their captain, Doodles. , "Tou see It's this way," Doodles had ex plained In an Impressive voice. "If a feller wants to git any hidden treasure from an Injun grave he's got to toiler the ancient rules laid down by the great chief spirit. The great chief spirit said to his folks that they must always go Into a grave between sundown and sunup. And If there were stars they must chant a Injun hymn as they dug. But If the night was dark they must never speak a word. If they broke the still silence of the night they would meet with something dreadful something awful. Maybe the earth mlgnt open up and awaller em the diggers after hidden treasure." "And couldn't a falter even sneeze or cough?" asked Bert Pay, one of the rnostj enthusiastic "Boy Explorers." "Sposen he had a cold?" "Then he'd have to stay In camp and not go with the diggers," said Doodles, "A . feller muan't make a sound, even a snere or cough. That would break the charm." "The Boy Explorers" did not reach the hills, where the Indian graves were hid- den away under two generations of grass and weeds, till late In the afternoon. Their first thought was to build a camp Sre, prepare some supper and refresh the Inner boy. They were tired and rsven- ously hungry, and had no time to think of graves and hidden treasures till legs were rested' and stomachs filled. . .... m . men they began to talk over their plan of work. They put up a little tent, fearing to sleep without shelter, for the nights were cold, It being the first week of December. Inside the tent they arranged their blankets for bedding, hoping to have secured all the hlddt-n treasure held by the sunken, grass grown graves before the night had ad- vanced very far. Indeed they thought the tadk before them could be accomplished within a few busy hours. Each "explorer" had with him a spade, a shovel, or a pick, and as soon as the sun had dropped from sight the bend. Ven stroig, went forth to find graves among "A3 BURS an Indian Grave Walker. the hills. For an hour they hunted, beating about every clump or brush r heavy, fancied a-raas: but not one SDot did they flnd that ,UR-Ke,ted that there lay burled a decaying Indian skeleton and rich treasure of arrow heads, beads and other ornaments .lub vuter wijl uicmirarv vi me oana ratuea round Billy, declaring that he had surely turned the first spadeful of Indian-grave dirt. So picks, spades and shovels were out to work with a vengeance. But just thcy were ettlng ,nto the Kround Tom "' "uo nu son..- tMng ' But Dood,e ha dropped his spado In a hurr'' and was looking with biasing eyes at th otter. "How dared you speak T" he at ,a,t blurte1 out- "You've broken the " vver una jidm. imu i jrou ny A" tha bn,l ot "explorers" were as angry wltn Tom as was their leader and chief Instigator, Doodles. Tes, the charm was broken. And new they must look for an- other grave and recommence their work. But Tom was not to be turned down as the only offender. Looking up at the starry heavens above their heads, he said: "I thought we were to sing an Injun chant unless It was cloudy. See the stars up yonderT Seems to me my talking wasn't so much after all." ' Doodlbs felt the warm blood mount to his cheeks, and was glad It was too dark for the others to see his confused blush.- n8i then, had been the first offender, for a the leader, he should have Instructed his men ln what ,hoy should do before a spade ,. .,rh,i to e.rth. "Well, well find another crave." he ai.i .,.i..i..0ii., i.. ' .... A ... VI. WTO. .119 ,UK,I KlUlliiU. AUU UlltB w,v, Bot .er we'Ve got to all under- stand Just what to do. And not one among us must break the jules of dig- glng. If I break one of 'em well, jest turn me down and send me batk to camp." But finding another spot that bore the unmistakable maiks of being a grave and a arrav full nt hir.n ir.,.,. not ,0 easy l0 accomplish, and It was long past midnight when at 'ast one cf the boys by name of Scotiy Brown cried out: "I believe I've got 'er. fel- lers!" And once more the band gathered to In- apect, and. after Inspection, to declare A3 MY NAME 8 BILL, I'VE DISCOVERED ML'--" a fthrX. '" -.Act-. , TVie California 0u.aU is said. To have a taiLupon his head,' While contrary-wise uc style the (ak, fl cabbage head upon a tail. It is not hard to tell thet The ?uail commences uith a jueue. MM RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly oa one side of the paper only ul anmber tha pages. a. Use pea oad Ink, mot peacU 8. Rhort and pointed articles will be given preference. Bo aot use eves BSO words. 4. Original stories letters only wUl be fased. 8. write year same, are' and' ad dress at the top of the ftist page. - First aad seoead prises of books wUl be given for the beet two con tributions to this page each week, denes all otnananloatlons to CTX9S '8 9-7A-TllZfT, Omaha Bee. (First Prise.) When Bernice Was Lost By Louise Stiles, Aged 11 Tears, : ; ona, Neb. Blue. . Bemlce was a little girl nearly 4 years old' who " ,w,yB ettln lnt mischief or some Kina. Toaay wnue ner motner was dressing her she made up her mind to be good. She did not mean to be naughty, but, as she expressed It, "dus' touldent help It." Bhe kept up to her standard pretty well in uie morning, tier moiner was noi wen, so after dinner she told Bernice to run out and play while she went upstairs to take a nap. So Bernice took her doll, Betty, begged Nora, the cook, tor a cooky, and went out doors to play. As soon as her cooky was gone, however, there seemed nothing to do. So she went Into the house, threw Betty down on the floor and looked around to see If anyone was watching her. Finding they were not, she went to the staircase and softly started to go up the carpeted steps. "Perhaps." she thought, "I won't wake mamma If I be very, very still." Bo she went softly upstairs and peeped Into her mother's room to see If she was asleep. Yes, there she lay with her eyes closed. Bernice did not want ta go downstairs airaln. so s!ie walked along the. broad hall until she came to Noras room, rne aoor wan rx.n aiA h walked In. Bhe sat down i. nr the hA to wait until her ..... mother should awake. She soon tired of and shovel, every boy working with a will. Indeed, they were 80 told that vlg- ojoub work was welcome; It would start their blood to circulating freely and warm them a bit. . ..... -ft th Yirlnntn of the work a few big raindrops fell. The clouds had thickened, too. till It was al- most Impossible for the boys to see each that "Sootty had surely lilt the grave of a Injun chief." Then It was Doodles' place to hold up a warning finger and to say In most Ira- A GRAVC Lfll the Um sitting still, so she walked around the room to see what she could flnd. She found Nora's powder puff for Nora was rather giddy for a cook and began to powder herself. Soon she thought she beard someone coming and she dropped the powder puff and crawled under the bed. The noise, whatever It eras, soon ceased, but Bernice remained under the bed, .and soon fell asleep. Her mother soon woke up - and went downstairs. Her first question was, "Where ta Bernice?" And, of course, no one knew.; Mamma telephoned her papa to come home and they all began to hunt. About 7 o'clock, Bernice awoke. . Down ' stairs she heard Nora" say, "Sure, an' tha last I saw of her she came ln an' wanted a cooky." Bernice Immediately knew what had happened and she ran downstair to find a very much frightened group ot grownups. That was the way Bernice was good. ' , (Second Priie.) An Unexpected .Thanksgiving By Ada Morris, Aged 14 Years. 8124 Franklin Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue. Mrs. Lawson was a widow. Her hus band had been killed ln a wreck and left her very poor, with four children. They were all small but one her 14-year-old son Walter. The widow found It very hard to get along with her family expenaos and had It not been for Walter It would have been worse. ' It was within a few days of Thanksgiv ing. I must first say that although poor. Mrs. Lawson was a very kind mother, and It grieved her to think that Thanksgiving must come and go and her children not celebrate It. The family were seated In the small but neat kitchen.' "What Is the matter, mother?" asked Walter. "You look very sad tonight." "Yes, my son. It makes' me sad to think that Thanksgiving must come and go without my children realizing It." Mrs. Lawson said no more, but Walter knew how she felt and It set him to think ing. Could he not do something? This Is what he asked himself many times that night, and he went to bed a very thoughful boy. Walter was the first to rise the next presslve tones: Look up, 'Explorers,' and you'll see that the clouds have gathered above us ana tnese nero suienin So, let us work In silence. If a single man-Jack speaks, blows his nose, roughs, sneezes or laughs, he'll be fired from this club of explorers." "Right!" "Good 'nought!" "Correct you are!" came the responses In hearty voices, "Now, after I've counted three Til say 'Dl" And let every feller turn hisself loose with his spade or pick." Thus com- manded Doodles. "One, two, three! Pisr:" Into the soft earth went pick, spade other. Only a faint light came to them tiom the western horizon that was as yet clear of clouds. . With the first raindrops Doodles looked about questlonlngly ln the faces of his fellow diggers; but each countenance was as placid as a musk. Not a alngio "man Jack" would show the least concern over the threatened downpour, i-ut stooped over his work with renewed energy. Then a flash of 'forked lightning made It as dsy for a nionn-nt. Uelng immedi ately followed by low thunjer. The rain drops became smaller and mure numerous, caubinu moie than on-: of t!:e "Explor ers" to wlh menially that he wer ifi at home and In his own Lied. A Decem ber thunderstorm was- not agreeable to be out in. But not one -f Ulgeers was willing to give the vign&l to tjU work and retire to thlr UbU AH KaiteJ upon the order of Doodles. And Doodles knew their feelings, too, and felt his own responsibility. And for once in his I fe Doodles realized that to be a leader was not all that he had thought It to be. A leader must bear all the responsibility of failure as well ai all the, uory of suc cess. Should he give the wlgnal to stop work he might call down condemnation on his own head. What was he to do, then? The rain was coming faster and faster. And a high wind hod risen. It seemed senseless evsn foolhardy to keep. the boy at rork. But just as Tom and Billy were on the I'yi'IvWlr m kj eatMsalge morning and. dressing very quietly, he Slipped out of tha bouse. He took with him hit traps and gun and went for the woods. He soon returned with two rab bits. These he Immediately cleaned and ' put In (he house. The next thins: was to Set the necessary food to go with the rabbits, but how could he do It with no money T Could he ask the grocer to trust him? Not His mother would not approve of It. .What could he doT , Now Walter had a coaster which he treasured very much', this he could sell, but he did not like to part with It. How ever, he was not thinking of himself now, so he sold the sled and on going to the grocery purchased such food as he thought best and put It with the game. Walter kept what he had done a secret until Thanksgiving morning, and when his mother arose she was very much pleased and surprised, and they had' a happy din ner. But Walter's work was not all without reward, for his chum, to whom he sold the coaster, on learning why he told It, returned It to him and Walter never for got that Thanksgiving dinner. (Honorary Mention.) Two Lessons By Nora Cullen, Aired IS Years, 212 Web ster Street. Blue. It was a hot afternoon and Arthur and Tommle Moore were sitting on the back poarch. Arthur was 10 yea:s old and Tommle 8, and they were the worst boys ln the neighborhood. "I'll tell you what we'll do," said Ar thur. "You get your nickel and I'll get mine; and we'll each buy a pipe at the store." They bought their pipes, and on the way home Arthur told Tommle to steal Into his father's room and fetch the tobacco sack and some matches. Tommie came out with them and they went Into the barn. "Now, fill your pipe with tobacco, and I'll fill mlno," said Arthur, "and then we'll light 'em." 2o they filled their pipes and lit them. You ought to have seen them sitting on a woodpile, each with a pipe ln his mouth. Finally they grew so sick that they thought they were going to die. Throw ing away their pipes they went Into the house, and their mother found them ln bed so sick that they could not raise up their heads. She called the doctor and he gave them medicine, but they were sick for two weeks. When they recovered, their disobedi ence taught them two lessons: First, never emoke; and, second, never disobey your parents, because your parents know bet ter than you do. Their parents had tld them never to smoke, and they were paid back for their disobedience. They never forgot that lesson, and tney have never tried to smoke since. Edward's Birthday little higher the next year until now atones By Dorothy Bartholomew, Aged 10 Years, Gothenburg, Neb, Blue.- i - Edward was very sorry that his mother could not be at home ' on his birthday.' She told him not to be disappointed."' On the morning of his birthday on his plate there was a note. Inside It read: "Look under the sofa In . the porlor."-'- Under the sofa was a beautiful bodk' named "The Boy's Only Comfort." By the book there was a note that said, "Look ln the dictionary." In the dictionary there was a nice pocket knife, one that Edward had been wanting ever since he had seen It ln the show window. He found an other note that said, "Look In Bridget's pocket." Bridget, the good-natured Irlgh girl, let him put his hand In her pocket, and he drew out a package containing a box of note paper. There were many sur prises that day, but the best was when his mamma came home that evening, and with her his father, who had been away two years. Edward said It was the best surprise of the day. And when he thought of It late that night, he was glad his mother was not home on his birthday. A Jolly Snow Ride By Sarah Grldley, Aged It Years, Diets. Wyo. Red. "Oh, I wish it would snow," said the Brown twins for the third or fourth time that evening. "We could have such a good time coasting." "Have you children got your sleds ready If It should snow," said Mr. Brown, look ing up from his evening paper.' The faces of the twins fell as papa spoke, for they had not thought of that part of the fun. When the twins went to bed that night they were very unhappy, for tliuy had planned such ,a lovely time, "If It would only snow." Next morning what should they see when they looked out of the window? Yes, it had snowed, but they hod no sleds. Oh, how disappointed they were. They went point of throwing down their spades there was a lurid flush of lightning tliut blinded them, followed by so terrible a crash of thunder that Doodles, unconsciously, screamed sloud, throwing down his spade and starting wildly towards the tent. The others of the band asked no questions. But Billy and Tom each felt thankful in his heart that he had not been the lirst to show weakening. But they mads quick time as they followed their leader tnd chief Instigator to the tent, where all huddled among the warm blankets till morning. . The sun was about an hour high when "The Boy Explorers" were awakened from a deep sleep by a gruff voice over their heads: "Waal. I'll be-Jlggered! A whul pacel of youngsters campln' In a tent!" "The Boy Explorers" looked up at the Intruder. whoe face wa put in through the OLenlr.g of the tent. It vns a Le wl.laUertJ old face, grinning and Jolly. It proved to be the farmer who owned ."that piiiel of land," and ho explained to the "Explorers' thit the hols they had mistaken for Italian graves (full of hidden treasure) were "old prnjpect holes whur he'd bem lookln' for coal. ' And "The Boy xplorers" cf Dashtun returned home that day, less snthutil.is tic over Indian graves and hidden treaoute tlisn they hud ever been before. "And to think of my bre-iklng a charm over an old prospect hole!" s-xld Tom, Kith a meaning glance at looj!.s. "Well, it was an experience, ' all the samry." "And we don't give a rap." Skid Billy. "We hid a fine supper and a gooJ hour's sleep to boot." "Hurray, hurray, hurray for The Boy Explorers of Daliton! Hurray for Doo dles, the main guy among them! And with this jolly cry "The Boy Explorers" entered their home town in time to drejs for Sunday school, which wss held In the afternoon. And no one, rxcept . th.-lr parents, were ever the wUer concerning their Indian graves and hidden treasures of ths bill- A BIRD OF BEAUTY The beautiful bird known as the bee-eater Is of gorgeous plumage, the predominating color of its feathers being 4 brilliant green, though a rich red-brown, buff and black also enter Into Its coloring, making an artistic combination most attractive to the eye. The female bee-eater makes for her nest a hole In bank, or digs a narrow tunnel Into level earth to the astonishing depth THE BEE EATER, of eight or ten feet. This tunnel-nest shows much Ingenuity in construction. The num ber, of the season's lay ranges from four to six eggs, and these are deposited In the bottom of the hole or tunnel which Is used for a nest. There Is no straw, bark, leaves or feathers to soften the nest, the eggs be ing laid on the hard earth. The territory occupied by the bee-eater ranges from the British Islands to Aus tralia, the African region especially being plentifully supplied with them. The fset of the bee-eater are peculiarly formed, the middle and outer toes being webbed to gether to almost their entire length. The name "bee-eater" Is most appropri ate Inasmuch as the bird feasts upon bees whenever It gets a chance to do so, and In Spain is a real pest to the bee-raisers, for It hovers about the honey bees' hives, catching the luckless Insects In great num bers. around all morning with long faces and saying, "Oh dear! Oh dear!" . About 11 o'clock they saw their papa coming up the street. What was that he -bad with him? As he came nearer the twins saw he was leading a small pony, not. much larger than a large dog, and, what was better, the pony was drawing a small sleigh behind him. The twins" were so excited they did not know what to do. , ... The twins were all bundled up In warm clothes In a few minutes and soon were having; a very jolly snow ride. ' t Marjory's Surprise : Sy Hope Hutton, Aged 10 Years, 2610 South Thirty-second Street, Omaha. Blue. Marjory Peterson lived In the country. She was ufrald to go out In the dark, but she did not like to say so. It happened one day that he was Invited to a Hallowe'en party. It was to start at 8 o'clock and she forgot to ask her mother until about 7 o'clock. She said: "Mamma, may I go over to Bessie White's house? She Is going to have a party." "Yea, U yoa are not afraid." said her mother. "Oh. no, I'm not afraid," she answered. "All-, right, ge and change your dress." Whlls she was upstairs her mother took a Jack o'lantern up the road and hung it on a tree. When Marjory was ready she started up the road, but as soon as she saw the Jack o'lantern she started back crying, "Oh mamma, there Is a bogabow up the road." "I knew you would be afraid." But her mother told her It was a Jack-o'lantarn. She started again and she trembled with fear all the way, but she arrived safely and had a good time. Ella's Hallowe'en Party By Mildred White. Aged 11 Years, lit East Twelfth Street, Fremont, Neb, "Oh mamma, can I have a Hallowe'en party?" asked Ella, bursting into the par lor. "MUs Gay has just been telling us about t Hallowe'en party she had when she was a little girl, and I knew It was pecks of fun. She said the boys and girls dived for apples, roasted chestnuts before the fire-place and told ghost stories. Oh, please mamma." finished Ella all out of breath. "Well, run upstairs and make out your list, and mind you don't have more than twelve on It." Hallowe'en was In two days. The In vitations were written that night and dis tributed among the children in the morning. The next night Ella's papa made Jck-o-lanterns. At last the long-hoped-for night came, Every child was there. They dived for apples,1 roasted chestnuts, sailed nut shells with csndlee, naming them, and the first one that went out was the first to be married, and last, but not leat. re freshments were served. They played until 10 o'clock, when Ella's papa took them all home. "Mamma, I have had such a nice time," said l.Ha as she tumbled Into bed. Kind Alice By Opal Nuss, Aged Years, Sutton, Neb. Blue. Alice was a llltla girl aged 10. Her father was a very rich man. Bhe was not proud as moat children are who are wealthy, but was trying to do good and to make the poor happy. Hr little friend and play- Evolution mate, Elsie, was a poor little girl, whose father was a common laborer. Klsl was IV years of age. One day Elsie met with a serious accident which threatened to make her a cripple for life, unless she was given the best medical aid. Alice was very much distressed on learning of her little friend s misfortune. Suddenly her face brightened and, dashing her tears away, she ran to her mother and asked If she might spend ner yearly allow, ance In whatever way she ploaeeil "It my little daughter spends It wisely sh may." Then Alice told her mother (of how she wanted to make a sacrifice for net little friend, Elsie, by using ner own allow, ance to pay the hospital bill Instead ol spending It for toys and amusements at she had done heretofore. Her mother, being a kind woman, readily consented and wen) with her to bear the joyful tidings to Elste'i parents. In a short time Elsie was re stored to her former good health and tht little girl fait glad she had made the sacri fice when she saw how happy it mad others. I The Lost Ring By Louise Raabe, A (red 11 Years, 2609 North Nineteenth Ave., Omaha. Blue. On a little farm near the suburbs of a large city lived Olive Rich, with her mother and father and slstor. Olive's task was . to feed the poultry each morning, noon and night. Now, Olive's tenth birthday had Just 1 I ...atillful y.BDCU UltU Vila ll.U I. V. i i , ' - V. nil n I u. ruby ring, of which she was very proud. One day she came In from the yard and cried: "Mother, I have lost my ring." "Where did you have It last?" replied Mrs. Tilnli. "I remrmhar T had It before feeding the poultry. I looked all over the yard, but I can't flnd It, mother," replied Olive, beginning to cry. They sll searched once more, but nothing was found. The days went by and Thanksgiving drew near, and preparations for a big din ner were being made. Mrs. Rich was pre paring the turkey, the only one which had not been sold at market. All at once Mrs. Rich called: "Olive, come here, tiee what I have found." "Oh, my ring, my ring! Where did you flnd it?" "I fpund It In the turkey's stomach," replied Mrs. Rich, "Now, wasn't It lucky we saved that particular turkey for our Thanks giving dinner?" said Olive. And they had a very happy Thanksgiv ing that year. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR V Bmllle Conies In. ' Dear Editor: I would like to join the Busy Bees. I am 13 years old and ln the sixth grade. I enclceje a story. I would like to be on the Blue team. EMILIB ROBERTSON. 1810 St. Mary's Avenue, Omaha, Moris Is a Blue. Dear Editor: I would like to be a Busy Bee. My . father has taken The Bee for two years and I read the page every Sun day, I would like to be on. the Blue side. Blue Is my favorite color. - 1 am 1 years, old. I will he 11 In January- I am In the Ixth room. My teoh,r nam Miss I'unn, and I like her very much. - . . MARIE TAMISIEA- ' In . J ir.n.M T- Nei-'s Wish Gratified. Doar Editor: I enclose another story,' "Two Lessons." I was very much pleased to see my story In print last Bunday and hope I will see this one also. The Blue side has won nearly as many prize stories as the Red side and I wish the Blues would win the two prises next Sunday, then both sides would have the same number of prize stories. NORA A. CULLEN. S212 Webster Street, Omaha.' Hntlf Lores to Read. Dear Editor: I received the book to day. Thank you so much for It. I have read more hooks than I cap count. Papa calls me a bookworm and says I -mustn't read so much. Please tell me what tho age limit it. Of all the books I have ever rend I believe I like the "Little Colonel" series best. I am crnsy to read "Little Colonel, Maid of Honor." Fairmont, Neb. RUTH ASHBT. . Jesa Has Broken Arm. Dear Editor: This Is the first time I have written and I wish to Join your circle If I am welcome. I am writing left-handed, as I fell down last week and broke my arm. If any of the Bees care to I would like to exchange postal cards with them. I think that Idea very good. Flease count my story on the Blue side. AInsworth, Neb, JEAN DE LONO. Eanlce Still Interested. Dear Editor: I I have not written to you for a very long time, but I hav not for gotten you, for I read the Children's page every Sunday. I think the Busy Bees have a very nice king and queen. Ruth Ashby writes Just splendid stories for the Chil dren's paue. I want my name added to the list of postal card exchangers. This letter is not much ef a masterpiece, because I cannot use my left hand to uteady the page and the writing is rather wlggly. I broke the Index finger of my ltft hand. EUNICE BODE, Falls City, Neb. Fatelie Admires Hat-. Dear Editor: This is tlie first story I lave written to the Children's page. My chum Louise' has written lots of stories end has gotten many prizes. She was so lntereHted In It that I thought I would try. If It was not for Ruth Ashby I do not know what the blue side would in. '! think the bist story she has written was "How KUIne Was Kidnaped." I have r-ud florrin of the books that Alice Temple sent In. I have read "The Popper," "Little Men," "Little Women," "The Little Lame Pri.ice" and "Black Rcuty." I do not know what One I like the best, for I like them all. E8TKLLA McDONALD, . Lyjns, Neb. of a Pear t