TITE OMATTA SUNDAY BEE: DECEMBER 15. 1007.
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THE Busy Been have, entered Into the spirit of the new contest
splendidly and with the result that both sides are still even, each
having won two prize stories. Now let us see how long we can
keep It that way boys and girls. The boys have been doing won
derfully well of late and have sent In more stories than for a long
time past. Tbey have been winning priies, too.
Now that we have commenced a new contest let us all remember that
all the stories must be original and that they must be marked "Original," or
they will not receive consideration. Every one did so well last week that
only one story had to be thrown out. This one was discarded because It did
not comply with the rules. We still have a number of stories ahead, bnt
they will be used Just as soon as there Is room for them and In the order
that they reached the Busy Bee editor.
One of our Busy Bees sent In an Illustrated rebus last week, and, while
we will be unable to use It on our page, It was very good and showed that
Its author had been doing some thinking.
The prize winners for this week were Letha Larkln, age 14 years, South
Sixth street, Norfolk, Neb., and John Woods, age 10 years. Pawnee City, Neb.
Honorary mention was given to Leona II. Bays, age 13 years, Mondamon, 1.
The postal card exchange: Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, la.; Alta
Wilken, Waco, Neb.; Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb.; Eunice Bode, Falls City,
Neb.; Jean De Long, Alnsworth, Neb.; Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la.;
Louise Reebe, 2C09 North Nineteenth avenue, Omaha; Gall Howard, 4722
Capitol avenue. Omaha; Edna BeUllng, York, Neb.; Estelle McDonald, Lyons,
Neb.; Juanlta Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha; Marguerite Bartholomer,
Gothenburg, Neb.; Louise Hahn, David City, Neb.; Vera Cheney. Crelghton,
Neb.; Fay,e Wright, Fifth and Belle streets, Fremont, Neb.; Ruth Ashby,
Fairmont, Neb.; Maurice Johnson, 1627 Locust street, Omaha; Lotta Woods,
Pawnee City. Neb.; Miss Pauline Tarlts, York, Neb.; Louise Stiles, Lyons,
Neb.; Hulda Lundberg, Fremont, Neb.; Edna Enos, Stanton, Neb.; Alice
Grassmeyer, 1545 C street, Lincoln, Neb. ,
When Santa Called on Little Pearl
By Helena
EARL eat In her own little room.
PI half disrobed for bed. It was
I o'clock at night, a late hour
ior i-cari 10 do suiing up. put
she had -been reading about
Santa Claus, a funny little old
tory, written by some one who evidently
knew nothing about Santa Onus, since K
declared there was no such person or belnff
tn existence. And this greatly troubled
Pearl, who felt that she had had many
proofs of the reality of old Santa. Every
year since she could remember many and
beautiful presenta had been left In Christ,
mas eve for her, her stockings both of
them, filled to overflowing, and baskets to
hold the overflow filled to the brim.
Pearl was only 8 years old, but she was
waa quite old enough to feel what a great
Injustice had been done the friend of all
childklnd, dear old , Santa Claus, In the
story she had been reading. And she re
sented that wrong as any loyal child would
have done. In fact, as noon as she had
finished reading the story she threw the
book on the floor, exclaiming, "How did
anyone dare to write such a thing! No
Santa Claus? The Idea! Well, I wish I
knew the person who wrote this story a
atory, Indeed, for there isn't a word of
truth In It!"
Then Pearl pulled off her stockings and
got into her pretty white nightie. And in
another minute she had turned out the
light and was in her warm little bed. She
had said goodnight to her mamma and
papa half an hour before, saying that as
he wished to finish reading a atory In her
own room she would stay up a bit longer
than was her habit, and that she would
not require her mother's hands to tuck nor
In thut night.
And so she was busily tucking the covers
about herself, thinking how lonely, after
all, to get Intel bed without her mamma's
loving hands to fix her pillow and covers,
when a sudden noise near the window of
her room startled her. Then the shade
was drawn up, the moonlight flooded tha
room, and Pearl saw to her great astonish
ment that the round, fat form of a be
whlskered little man was entering the room
through the open window. It was the
opening of the window that had made the
sudden and startling noise.
Pearl threw oil the cover and sat bolt
upright In bed, sturlng with both wide
blue eyes at the queer looking Intruder.
How strangely like the pictures of old
Canta Claus he was. Indeed, were Pearl
not awake she would be quite sure she
was dreaming of Santa Claus. But being
awake, she felt that It munt be a burglar
In disguise entering her room. Her first
impulse waa to scream for help. But
something in tha expression of the stran
ger's face made her silent. He had en
tered the room and closed the window be.
hind htm, being very cautious not to make
a noise. Then comtng quite close to the
bed he said In ever so gentle a volcL (her
own father's voice could not have been
more tender): "There, little one, get back
between your covers again, or you'll catch
cold. I'm' sure you must know who I am
without an Introduction. I don't come very
often to see you. but you are acquainted
with me very well. Now lie down and let
me sit here boalde you and have a chat."
"Then you are Santa Claus?" Pearl
asked, quite reassured, now that she
knew her visitor to be the distinguished
person she named.
"Yes, I'm Santa Claus. In some coun
tries I'm called old Saint Nicholas. But
what does a name matter? I don't caro
what I'm aalled; Just so I'm not called a
fraud or a myth."
"Ah, dear old Santa Claus." cried
Peart, sitting up In bed, despite her
olive i
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visitor's warning that she would tako
cold, "that's Just what avery bad per
sonman or woman has been doing.
In that book there Is a story which tells
of your being a myth. -I don't believe
the author of the story dared to call
you a fraud. But he or she calls you
a myth, and says that you, like the
fairies, are only In the Imagination of
the Infantile mind. Now, what do you
think of that sort of slander against
you dear old Santa Claus?" And Pearl
looked the Indignation she felt against
the writer who had so offended her. "I
shall destroy that book tomorrow," sha
went on. "I wouldn't have such a story
In my home. It's the worst sort of in
justice to you, it Is."
Old Santa Claus, seated on a chair be
side Pearl's bed, laughed till his "little
round belly shook like a bowl full of
Jelly." Then, calming himself, he said:
"My dear little girl, I know how those
old folks talk and write about me. It's
because they've, outgrown the Santa
Claus days, you see. In fact, dear child, .
the days of the Santa Claus interest are
like the days of extreme youth, of in
nocent childhood short lived. As soon
as a boy has got into long trousers he
thinks it is the proper caper to deny my
existence, . although the time waa when
he had the greatest fondness for me.
And a soon as a girl leaves off sack
aprons and knows her multiplication
table she denies me declares she has
no such superstition as to believe In a
Santa Clans. Ah. I've seen the sort, my
dear, that deny me. But It Is as it
should be, and I make no objection. I
do wish, though, that instead of deny
ing my existence these grown-ups would
merely say: ' We're outgrown Santa
Claus, and In the future turn him over
to those younger than ourselves.' That
would be Justice nothing more."
"Ah, but people should never outgrow
you," Insisted Pearl. "A friend such as
you are to children should hold life-long
places In their hearts. The day will
never come when I shall say: 'I've out
grown Santa Claus.' Next to mamma,
papa, grandmamma and grandpapa. I love
you best of all human beings. Of course,
I love my friends and teachers, too, but
you head the list they are written on."
"You are a loyal little Santa Claus girl,"
smiled Santa Claus. "But, my dear child,
what If everyone remained Santa Claus
age In heart? Why, I'd never get enough
toys and presents to go round. Not only
would I have to give to the children at
Christmas time, but I'd have to have a
father's and mother's department In my
factory. You see, my dear child, how
Impossible that would be! No, it Is only
right that at a certain time In life you
should outgrow Santa Claus, Just as you
outgrow your last year's shoes and frocks,
and Just as you get too big to play with
dollies and become great girls In age
and else, leaving the cosst clear for the
little ones who are coming Into the world
each year to fill the things you have
outgrown. So my dear, don't be too
hard on those who no longer take an in
terest In me. It is safe to say that I no
longer take an Interest In them. Their
names are stricken off my visiting list,
and In my factory their letters no longer
come ordering certain gifts made for
their friends and themeselves. Ah, - this
is a strange old world, my little Pearl.
Only I stay young In heart I was born
Just as you see me gray beard, fat
stomach, plump body, apple-cheeks and
smiling, childish eyes. I never change.
Each year many of my dearest little
comrades outgrow me; but there la no
sadness In this for me, for I know there's
a new crop of Utile friends who will step
Into the places Just vacated and who
T "wpus. -gag
The Purrii the Cam.
The Parrot and the Carrot we maw
easily confound,
They're, very much aline in. looks
and similar in sound,
We recognize the parrot by His
ctear articulation,
For Carrots are unable to ensase
1 in conversation .
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Write plainly on one side of the
paper only aol number the pages,
a. Use pea and ink, not penoll
3. Short and pointed articles will
fee gives pref ersaoe. Do not as over
860 words.
4. Original stories or letter only
will bo used.
6. Write your name, age and ad
dress at the top of the first page. -
First and second prizes of books
will be given for the best two con
tributions to this page each week.
Address all communications to
CHIXSKEX'S Zt-FABTOXirT,
Omaha, Bee.
(First Prize.)
, A Good Lesson
By! Letha Larkin. - Aged 14 Years, South
Sixth Street, Norfolk, Neb. Blue.
Once there was a little girl who was al
ways scolding about the wind because It
blew her hat off and made her scamper
down the sidewalk. Many times she had
taken a tumble Into a ditch.
One day the wind was blowing fiercely
and blew Alice into a small ditch near by.
She Jumped up and began to think If she
could destroy the wind, so she sat down to
think. All at once she heard a sweet
voice calling:
"What Is the trouble."
Alice was startled, and looking up, saw
a fairy all dressed In white.
"Who are you?" cried Alice, startled.
"I am the wind," said the fairy, "would
ou like to take a Journey."
"Yes," cried Alice, for she loved to go
on Journeys. The fairy lifted Alice Into
the chariot and drove off.
They went through the clouds and had a
good ride. At last they arrived at the
moon. The fairy lifted Alice from the
chariot and set her on the edge of the
moon, and told her to play with the sun
beams and rain drops. The 'wind fairy
soon came back, and asked Alice If she had
a good time.
"Yes," answered Alice, "and I havo
learned a lesson from the sunbeams, too; to
always be happy and bright, whether the
aun shines or the wind la blowing."
will love me with the same adoration.
So, although the faces and names may
differ a bit, there Is the same army of
little ones each year for me to love and
give Christmas toys and Joys to. Ah,
but I'm a very happy old man: an old
man with a very young heart. The chil
drenthe children they are my life.
With them ever around me how could I
grow old? And as for those who havo
gotten out of the knee-pants and sack-
Alice woke up and found a cool breexa
blowing over her.
"I did learn a good lesson this time,"
said Alice, happily.
(Second Prize.)
A Joyful Thanksgiving
By John Woods. Aged 10 Years, Pawnee
City, Neb. Bed.
It was Thanksgiving day and all the
children were at grandmother's excepting
Ross, grandmother's youngest boy who
everybody thought was dead In the forests
of Africa.
As soon as the grandchldren had warmed
their cold fingers and toes they went out
and made a snow man. Then made snow
balls and threw them at him until he
looked like he had been through a hard
fight. While the young folks were having
so much fun outside, the older folks were
having a good chat within.
Soon dinner was ready and Oh! what a
good dinner It was. The turkey which had
gobbled so fiercely at grandmother a week
ago was on the platter with lots of dress
ing to say nothing of the pumpkin plea,
cranberry sauce and other goodies such as
grandmothers always know how to make.
Just as they were about to begin to eat
there waa a knock at the door. As soon
Flags of All Nations
81a.m.
The flag of Slam is bright red with an
elephant fi white In the center.
apron age. who have got Into their higher
school grades, who have outgrown Santa
Claus-Ah. I have but a tear! It Is
they who deserve pity; not I, my dear.
I am never without my little ones, while
the grown-ups are without their Santa
Claus."
"But once having got too eld for you,
they should not turn traitor," declared
Pearl, vehemently. "And the writer of
the story in that book treated you most un
justly, to say the least. He saya you are
a myth."
"Ah, ha, ha, ha!" And Santa Claus
laughed so loudly that the very walU
echoed with, mirth. "Well, my liule one.
he's doubtless some crabbed person who
has forgotten that he ever had a childhood.
And not remembering that Joyous time of
happiness, he begrudged the children of
today their happlmss. So he'd knock the
feet from under me and pluck the wings
from the shoulders of the fairies. But we
must not feel angry with him; let us feel
the deepest pity for one who can so soon
forget his own childish pleasures that he
falls to ret pond to those of the little ones
who have crowded him out of the play
ground. "But, my dear little hostess, see how the
tlmo Is Hying!" And Santa Claus pointed
to the tiny clock on the mantel. "Why,
I've got a thousand things to attend to be
fore the sun chases me to my own domain
In the clouds. And how they my assist
antsare working day and night In the
- Christmas factory, thai none of the little
ones may be forgotten. Ah, I must bid
you adieu! You'll hear from me about holt
day time. It la the meantime you havo
anything to say to me. Just drop me a
letter, addressed simply: anta Claus,
as grandmother opened the door she threw
herself with a cry of Joy Into the arms of
a tall and handsome man who stood on the
doorstep. It was Indeed Ross. During the
excitement that followed the dinner was
forgotten.
Ross told them how he had been captured
by hostile negroes and kept captive a year.
Finally he got away and came home.
Then they all ate dinner and grandfather
said they Indeed had cause to be thank
ful. (Honorary Mention.)
A Little Heroine
By Leona H. Bays, age IS years, Mon
damln, la. Blue.
Thero were three children In the Bays
family. Their names wqre Elfle, Leona
and Ethel. Elfle waa (, Leona 4 and Ethel,
Ui 6 baby, was 1
One day their mamma went away, tell
ing them to bo good girls. Ethel's baby
buggy was placed near the stove, with a
pillow case on the handle of It, to dry. The
children were playing happily when sud
denly the pillow case flamed up.
Elfle saw it first and she snatched it
from the buggy and held It for a moment
In her hands, not knowing what to do. But
Just then a though struck her and running
outdoors she dropped the pillow case In
the snow that covered the ground. The fire
soon went out.
When Mrs. Bays came home, Elfle told
her about It and her mamma called her a
littlo heroine. "I didn't know what to do;
I was afraid your pillow case would burn
up," said Elfle. "No matter, dear, If you
are safe," answered her mother.
Janice's Thanksgiving
By Ruth Ashby, Aged 12 Years, Fairmont,
Neb. Blue.
"We won't have any Thanksgiving, I'm
afraid, Janice," said grandma, gently. "O.
grandma, not have any Thanksgiving!
Why, everybody has everything, but we
don't have anything," cried Janice. She
rushed out of the big, baro room and up
Into her own.
Janice Elvln lived with her grandma in
a large, old house on the outskirts of a
town. Her father and mother disappeared
when she was about 2 years old, leaving
her with her grandma. They had mnfed
into the city, where Grandma Elvln made
buttonholes in rough shirts for a factory
for a while. Then a kind, lady, who some
times visited them, gave her some ironing
to do. Mrs. Elvln found this work profit
able, so she continued it. Janice went to
school and after, helped her grandma iron.
Suddenly Janice Jumped up and put on
her blue hood and coat. She ran down
stairs. "I guess I'll go to the park and
walk around a little bit," she said to her
grandma. "All right, dearie."
Janice went past the park and Into Wash
ington avenue, where the fashionable peo
ple lived. A daring Idea had suggested
itself to her. She would go and ask Miss
Dorothy, who had so often told her to coma
to her if she was In need.
At last she reached the house and, going
up the broad steps, knocked timidly. No
one answered her. Bho knocked again.
This time a servant opened the door and
replied to Janice's timid wish to see Miss
Dorothy, "She doesn't see beggars."
"Who is It, James?" asked Dorothy's
weet voice.
"O, Just a little beggar, ma'am," said
James, disturbed that Dorothy heard him
speak so roughly to a child.
"Why, it's Janice. Come In, dear, and
James, after this do not turn away any
one who comes to see me." James turned
away shamefacedly.
Dorothy led Janice up to her little parlor.
Janice told her all about grandma and how
poor they were and how they were to have
no Thanksgiving. Miss Dorothy laughed.
"We'll fix that," she said. "I'll tell you
about a little sister whose name also was
Janice, though I but dimly remember."
Dorothy told her about Janice, how no one
knew where she was, for her father could
only support one child, so her mother and
Dorothy had come to the city with him.
Just then a rap was heard and In came a
pretty lady whom Dorothy called "mother."
"What's your name?" asked the lady.
"Janice Elvin." Why then you must be
my own little sister," cried Dorothy. Mrs.
Elvln clasped her in her arms. Janice and
her grandmother came to live with them
and Dorothy and Janice are the happiest
kind of sisters. You may be sure Janice
had her Thanksgiving. f
The Lame Foot Ball Player
By Annlgan Wilson, Aged 11 Years, 2301
Harney St., Omaha. Blue.
There was once a small boy who liked
to play foot ball, but his friend who lived
next door did not like the game and said
he would break his leg, arm or something.
The other boy sold ho would not get hurt
because he knew how to play and would
not get In any scrimmage.
The next day he was to play foot ball
with some other boys. He was to play an
end. The next morning he was there to
practice and the boys said he was a fine
player. Of course, a remark like that
would make any boy feel glad.
The tlmo came when he was to play. His
s de was first to kick off and a large boy
caught the ball. The boy came around by
an end and It waa the end's time to tackle
him. The small boy tackled him, but the
Christmas, 11(07.' Ta, ta!" .
Then Banta Claus started for the win
dow to make his exit. As he raised the
sash the noise was sudden and sharp.
Pearl gasped, looked about her for the
moonlight which had been flooding the
room; looked to see whether or not Santa
Claus had closed the window securely after
going out. But a warm hand was on her
shoulder, a tender voice in her ear, say
ling: "Mother could not retire without
peeping In on her little treasure to sea If
he were snug In bed. And as I opened
the door, ever so softly, I heard you say
ing: "Good night, Santa Claus; I'll never,
never disbelieve in you.' So I knew my lit
tle daughter was having a pleasant chat In
her sleep with old St. Nick."
It was Pearl's mother who was bending
over the bed talking to the waking littlo
maid. And Pearl, alill half asleep, said:
"No mamma dearest, I wasn't dreaming
at all. Santa Claus was Just here culling
upon me. And we've had the nicest little
clu,t together. He doesn't mind If old
folks do deny his existence. He has so
many young friends sll the time that he
can spare those who have outgrown him
and his gifts. But, dear me! I thought he
had left the window open after he went
out."
"The window Is locked on the Inside, as
usual," said Pearl's mother, smiling to
herself. He must have gone out through
the ventilator. You know he can do the
most miraculous things when It comes to
going through small openings."
"Yes, he's as wonderful as a fairy," said
Pearl, her blue eyes going shut. "And now,
mamma, take that ugly story book from
my room, and kiss ma good night. I'm
awfully slwpy since sitting up so late with
Santa."
Tommy's Letter
"Dear old Santa, good old friend,
Here Is a little letter.
Telling you lunt what I want.
So you will know the better.
"What sort of things to bring along
When calling here on me;
And you may hang the presents on
A nice new Christmas tree.
"I want a pair of nice new skates;
(My old ones are to small.)
large boy fell on the small one's stomach.
A doctor was called at once and said It
was very serious and would be a year be
fore It would be well. The small boy said
he wished he had obeyed his friend, and
never played foot ball again.
The Young Hunters
By Maur'ce Johnson, Aged 14 Years, 1627
Locust St., Omaha. Red.
One morning in 1S0O two boys, Howard
Lowe and Charles Reed, left a small set
tlement on the frontier to go hunting.
Each had a gun and expected to bring
home some partridges for supper. Their
parents felt safe In lotting them go, as
they thought there were no Indians about.
Nevertheless, they were cautious not to
make any unnecessary noise. Today they
seemed to have bad luck, because not a
partridge or any kind of game had they
seen, and not a shot had they fired.
They were hunting for a good placo to
mako a fire for a little dinner, when How
ard exclaimed In a whisper, "Look! Look
at that thing behind that tree; It looks like
a kind of bird. See it? I'm going to take
a shot," and he was Just going to pull
tho trigger when Charles, whispered ex
citedly, "Ixok, there's an Injun behind the
tree over there looking at the thing behind
the tree that you was going to shoot at.
He hasn't, seen us yet because we haven't
shot yet. Look, will you, there's my baby
sister Susie and the Injun Is after her."
And bang, bang, went their guns and the
Indian was killed.
The baby woke up and, seeing Charles,
cried, "O, brover Tarh-y, I'se been 'ooklng
for 'oo eber after 'oo went hunting and
I'se got so tired I went to sleeip." The
boys hurried home with Susie and were
received with Joy, us everybody had been
very anxious. The two boys were heroes
for a long tlmo and each has a fine rifle
now as a reward for their deed.
Buster
By Sarah Grldlev, Aged 15 , Years, Dlotx,
Wyo. Red.
I am going to tell you of tho dearest
little fox terrier you ever saw.
One day mamma and papa went out Into
the country to see a friend. They were
gone all duy and returned Just at sundown.
Wo all ran out to meet them, and as papa
Jumped out of the buggy he handed me
a bundle and said to carry it carefully.
I took it In my arms and carried It Into
the house. I peeped Into the bundle and
saw a dear little dog.
I gave a scream of delight and the poor
little fellow Jumped out of my arms and
tried to get out of tho door. There he ran
Into the other children, who also screamed
with delight when they saw him.
We decided to call him Buster, and then
Baby John screamed, "Buster, Buster," so
loud that I really think poor Buster
thought he was in a bunch of wild Indians,
and probably he remembered the stories
Ms mother had told him of how Indians
liked to eat dogs.
That night Buster slept on the foot of
my bed, and he must have been dreaming
of our bad conduct, for he howled In his
sleep.
BuBter became quite an accomplished dog.
He learned to climb trees as well as a cat.
We had a number of trees that were bent
over and are very easy to climb. Buster
delighted In climbing these trees and peep
ing Into tho birds' nests. He also delights
In chasing cats. He Is not a favorite with
either the cats or birds, as you can lmag-
1 Buster Is now very happy and I think he
has quite forgotten the very rude recep
tion he received.
The Unfortunate Wish
By Gladys Ford, Aged 14 Years, 1634 North
Twenty-third street. South Omaha. Red.
There was a girl named Mary, who was
always wishing. One night a fairy came
and said she could have three wishes, then
she disappeared. That noon Mary was
very Impatient because her father wasn't
home yet. She said, "Oh! I wish papa
would come." She heard a knock at the
door; her father was there. She thought of
her wishes and only had two more. She
forgot about them. Her mother scolded
her for leaving the floor of the china closet
open where baby got In and broke some
of mamma's new china, Mary was angry
at her mother for scolding her and cried
In a corner by herself. Her mother, went
upstairs to make beds. She said angrily:
"I wish mamma would die and I wouldn't
get scolded." She heard her nursa call
ing her from upstairs. She went but
found her mother lying dead on the floor.
The nurse told Mary the carpenter was
working In the attic and as her mother
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to Santa Claus
I want a pair of boxing gloves,
And a bat and rubber ball.
"I want a sled to coast down hill;
(It must be strong and dandy!)
I want a r"tty walking stick.
If you have a nice one handy.
"I want oh, well so many things,
It makes me tired to write.
But you will know what ele to bring,
So I'll say, dear friend, goml night."
ANNIE JAMES.
passed a board fell on her head and killeo
her instantly. Mary was very sorty for
what Bho had done, but thought of hei
one more wish. She then wished that het
mother would come alive again. Her
mother then rose In tho best of health:
Sho and the nurse were happy and sha
was glad to get her mother back to cor
rect her. She sat down and told the nurse
and her mother the story of the fairy and
her three wishes.
Willie's Pet Dog.
By Lillian Ellsworth, Aged 11 Years. 1C2S
North Twenty-second St., Omaha. Blue.
Once there was a boy named Willie, who
was very fond of dogs. So his father de
cided to get him one. Willie named him
Mac. Then ho started to teach him tricks.
He would sit up and, beg, and would shake
hands with anyone.
One day Willie's father mado him a cart
and harness to hitch Mac up to. Willie
was so pleased he Jumped around In de
light. Then he went to ride in it. Mac was not
UBed to it, so he did not go very well at
flrtt, but when he found out what It all
meant he went fine.
Whenever Willie had to go to the store
he alwaya took him, and Mao seemed to
understand what he was doing. He would
wait outside the stores until his master
would return with his arms full of gro
ceries, then1 he would start out Just liko
a horse.
Mac was not quite 2 years old when he
did these tricks and Willie seemed to love
him more and more every day.
In tho mornings he would never go to
school without sitting and talking to him
a minute or two at least. Mac grew to be
a very faithful dog.
Naughty Ella
By Louise Hnhn, Aged 11 Years, David
City, Neb. Red.
Ella was a littlo girl about S years old.
She was a pretty little black-haired girl,
with big black, eyes, which seemed to
say everything. She had a sister whose
name was Grace, she was 9 or 10 years old.
One day when Ella was playing In her
swing. Grace was cutting paper dolls.
Boon her mother called her Into the house,
Grace obeyed and went In. It was not
long till Ella saw the scissors, where Grace
had put them. Ella went and got them
as soon as she laid her eyes on them. She
said to herself, "I am going to cut off
Bobble's tall," so saying she caught her
little dog Bobble and tried to cut off
Bobbin's tall, but this was not easily done.
Bobble barked so loudly that It scared
Ella and she dropped the scissors. Just
then Grace came out and asked Ella what
was the matter. "Oh! nothing." cried
Ella, "I was going to cut off Bobbie's tail."
"Oh, don't you dare, missle. You'll get a
spanking If you do, do you hear." Ella
felt so badly she went In the house and
cried, but she never tried It again.
How Alice Was Cured
By Dorothy Bartholomew, Aged 10 Years,
Gothenberg, Neb. Red.
Helen was of a very quarrelsome disposi
tion, and her 'mother wondered how she
could cure her. A very sad way came.
Helen's little brother, Harry, and herself
were left alone one afternoon and she bean
to quarrel with him. Little Harry advanced
backward to the window and stood there,
putting up both hands to protect himself
as his sister flew at him.
All at once he fell out of the second-story
window and hurt his back very badly.
He laid on the couch for many months
snd Helen was cured of her quarrelsome
disposition, and she was alwaya very kind
to her little brother. Her parents were
glad she was cured of her bad heart, but
It was cured In a very painful way.
Thanksgiving Day
By James Halplne, age 10 years. 41102 Cen
ter street, Omaha. Red.
One Thanksgiving papa got up very early.
I wondered what was the mstter. so after
while I heard a "gobble-gobble-gobble."
I got up after while and hanging outside
was a' turkey without a head.
After while mamma went out and got the
headless turkey and began to pluck the
feathers. In about un hour I was sent to
the place where she keeps the pans and
I got a pan to hake tha turkey In. Pretty
soon I was sent down stairs for polstoes,
I camo back with the potatoes. Mamma
said I am going to send you for Gran'ma
and gran'pa. I went und they came snd
when we got back the table was net with
good things, viz, turk-y, potatoes, gravy,
cranberry sauce, dressing, pudding, celery
and pumpkin pie.
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