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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..
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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.
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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. '
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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.
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