TIIE OMAIIA SUNDAY BEE: JANUARY 10, 1D03
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THE Busy Bees are forgetting the rules again and tbe editor bad to
throw five very good stories Into the waste basket this week be
cause of the carelessness of their writers In not following the rules
of our page. Remember, unless the stories are original and are
marked "Original:" unless the name, age and address of the writer
is plainly written In Ink at the head of the story, and unless it is stated upon
which side, the Red or the Blue, the writer wishes tbe story to be counted,
It can not be entered in tbe contest. The Busy Bee editor knows there are
many things to remember, but all the boys and girls who have won prizes
know, too, that they are worth working for and worth all the thought and
care put upon tbe stories. This week a very dreadful thing happened, Some
one sent in a story marked "Original" that had been copied, word for word,
from a well-known story book. Of course it was found out, and the Busy Bee
editor felt very badly that such a thing should happen. Perhaps some Of our
boys and girls do not understand the meaning of the word "Original." It is
a big word for some of us, but won't each one who does not know what it
means please ask someone who does before using It again?
The Blue team won both tbe prize stories and the honorable mention this
week. Jean De Long, aged 13, of Alnsworth, Neb., got the first prize; Flor
ence Walker, aged 10, of Omaha, the second, and Madge Daniels, aged 14, ot
Ord, honorable mention.
One little girl wishes to know the rules of the postcard exchange. There'
are no rules. The list of boys and girls wishing to exchange postcards 1b
aimply given, together with the addresses, and any of the Busy Bees may
eend cards to any of the other Busy Beea whose names appear In the list. It
now includes: Earl Perkins, Deadwood, S. D.; Emma Marquardt, Fifth and
Madison avenue, Norfolk, Neb.; Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth
street, Omaha; Ada Morris, 3424 Franklin street, Omaha; Clara Miller, Utlca,
Neb.; Emma Kostal, 1516 O street, South Omaha; Florence Pettljohn, Long
Pine, Neb.; Ethel Reed, Fremont, Neb.; Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb.; Irene
Reynolds, Little Sioux, la.; Alta Wilken, Waco, Neb.; Alice Temple, Lexing
ton, Neb.; Eunice Bode. Falls City, Neb.; Jean De Long, Alnsworth, Neb.;
Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la.; Louise Reebe, 2609 North Nineteenth avenue,
Omaha; Oail Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha; Edna Behling, York,
Neb.; Estelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb.; Juanlta Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha;
Marguerite Bartholomew Gothenburg, Neb.; Louis Hahn, David City, Neb.;
Vera Cheney, Crelghton, Neb.; Fay Wright, Fifth and Belle street, Fremont,
Neb.; Ruth Aahby, Fairmont, Neb.; Maurioe Johnson, 1627 LoouBt street,
Omaha; Lott& Woods, Pawnee City, Neb.; Miss Pauline Parks,' York,' Neb.;
Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb.; Hulda Lundberg, Fremont, Neb.; EdnNEnls, Btan
ton, Neb.; Alice Qrassmeyer, IS 45 0 street, Lincoln, Neb.
On the "Happy
By William
OHNNT Brown was very fond
of hunting. H Uvad in AT
kansaa, wbar gam was plenti
ful, and blr game at that. Hi
father had taught him the uae
of the ehotgun and the rifle,
and Johnny waa as fine a shot a you oould
find In all the country around about hi
home. While he had never yet bagged Big
arame, he had eh own his marksmanship
with saulrreta, rabblte, ducks. Quail and
tbe? edible game. Indeed, Johnny's
mother often declared that her table fared
better after Johnny bad been a day in the
woods with rifle or gun than following a
hunting expedition by hie father. "8on 1
satisfied with small game when big game
doesn't happen this way," she would say,
"while Daddy must have a dee or a bear,
or coins home empty-handed,''
One fine day in early winter while the
weather was mild and bears still roaming
the wooded hUls Johnny took his rifle and
set out to find tg" game. But he would
not let small game "go to waste," as he
aid ts his mother. "If a squirrel or a nice
fat possum Is foolhardy enough to get jn
my path, '111 fetch him home for supper.
But I'm out today for big follows deer or
bear."
With his rtflo over his shoulder, a drink
ing oup and a pleoe of bread in his hunt
ing wailet, which was slung over his back,
Johnny set forth, whistling merrily as he
trudged along through the woods that oov
ever miles and miles of hill land.
Soon after Johnny had left his home his
peusln Fred who lived on an adjoining
farm came t visit him for the day.
Johnny's mother explained to Fred that
Johnny had goo to spend tbe day in the
Woods, hoping to return with trophies of a
great bag, for be bad said that should he
get anything to big to carry he would
bring a pleoe of the vtotlro home a foot, a
paw or a hornto pceva his success, and
would taka the horses and wagon aad go
iter the "big" gams left in the weed.
WU, m Just go after him, aunt." said
Fred. "Which read did be taker
"The hot ten read leading across the
branch,'' satd airs, Blown. "If you will
burry you may overtake him before be
gets beyond the first hUL And now that
you are to aestst him ta tae bunt, I'll look
tor something big- deer at least. And If
yea go into the Weeds far enough you may
find a couple of bears," Mrs. Brown
laughed, baring spoken tn Jeet. She was
always interested in the beys' pleasures,
and was a most aympeithetlo companion to
Johnny.
rred set oat en the road Johnny had
Ukts half an hour before. He went at a
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good gait, hoping to overtake bis cousin
before be entered that part of the land
called by the farmers of the neighborhood
"the happy bunting ground." But Johnny
must have outwalked Fred, for the latter
oroased tbe branch and traversed the first
hill, to find himself still alone. "Pshaw,"
he ejaculated, when not overtaking Johnny
as soon as be had hoped to, "I'm without a
gun er a bite to eat. If X don't catch up
with Johnny, I'll have to return home with
empty hands aad an empty stomach. Won
der why Johnny is in such a hurry, any
way? He might have stopped to rest a
bit beside the rock spring. OeeJ Quess I'll
turn back. "
Fred was on the point of retracing his
steps whsn he heard a rifle shot from the
depths of tbe woods. He felt quite sure
the shot had been tired by Johnny, and
the sound told him that be was not far
from the spot where the hunter was. Be
he decided to continue his way, whistling
on his .fingers to catoh his cousin's ear.
But evidently Johnny was too for away
to hear his cousin's call, for Fred received
no answering whistle.
Fred was well acquainted with "the
happy hunting ground," and took a dim
path that led through a deep and heavily
timbered ravine, going in the direction
Whence came the sound of the rifle shot.
He walked about a mile, getting deeper
and deeper Into a wood that was the home
of the wild creature. Everywhere were
tracks of deer, and ITred's heart boat with
high hope, for be felt that his Cousin
Johnny might at that very minute be
proudly surveying the bugs body of a
dead deer or bear, the vlotlm of his true
aim.
Thus Fred's mind was occupied with
hopes and plans regarding "big" game as
he trudged through the almost impenetra
ble forest, his progress greatly Impeded
by fallen trees, decaying bark and piles ot
waste branches and dead leaves. But the
rifle shot being repeated, he made all the
haste possible, fo he oould tell from the
sound that the sportsman was not very
far away.
After another ten minutes of walking
or wading, as be mentally put it Fred
stepped to listen for some sound which
would tell him the exact spot occupied by
bis oousln. Then, fingers in mouth, he
gave a long loud whistle. It was Immedi
ately answered by a whistle which was
peculiarly Johnny's own. In fact, no other
boy in the county could imitate Johnny
Brown's whlstle-slgnaL
Bui the Very moment after Fred's ear
caught the welcome call he was surprised
to hear Johnn's voles erying out lustily:
"Who comes there? I'm la danger. A great
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RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
1. Write plainly on one side of the
paper only and number the pages.
8. Use pen and Ink, not pencil
3. Short and pointed artloles will
be given prelerenoe. So no use over
950 words.
4. Original stories or letters only
will be need.
5. Write yonr name, age and ad
dress at the top of the first page.
First and second prises of booki
will be givea for the best two con
tributions to this page each week.
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OXXLUBEITS Dk.FAJITaCEHT,
Omaha Bee.
(First Prize.)
Tommy Ant
By Jean De Long, Age 13 Years. Alns
worth, Neb. Blue.
"Bow, wew," said Ring, "so you want a
story, little mlstressT Well listen and I
will tell you one that waa told to me by
an ant when I was over In Mr. Rising's
pasture. All summer long the ants had
been busy and happy, except one little
fellow they all called Tommy.
" 'Oh, dear,' he grumbled as he waa
dragging a stick along. 'Why do we have
to work so hard and why are they always
drumming that ant and grasshopper story
into UsT'
- 'Here, sir, drop your stick and come
bear has got me treed. If you are not
armed you best take to your heels and
bring help."
Fred stopped In his tracks. Treed by a
great bear? Why didn't he shoot? Where
was Johnn's nerve? Where were his true
eye and hand?
But he paid no heed to the warning;
that If he were unarmed he would best
"take to his heels and bring help," but
went in the direction of the voice. And
pretty soon he saw a sight that made him
step to catch his breath and summon cour
age. There, directly In his path and only
a few feet away, was a huge black bear.
The creature was walking slowly round
and round a very slender tree, in whose
top waa perched a dark form. Upon closer
inspection Fred saw that the dark form
was Johnny.
Johnny, who waa on tbe . watch for the
appearance of the owner of the whistle
signal, saw Fred as soon as.be came near
to the spot of danger. "Oo back, Fred," be
cried out from his perch. "I'm safe here
till you can fetch father to kill this beast
that has tha drop on me. And don't speak,
for I don't want you to have to ge up a
tree. Then we'd be In a dandy fix, we
would, And so long as this old chap has
me to bold his attention he'll stay right
bere. Bo, don't rouse him by the sound Of
your voice. Now, go away."
But this was not enough for Fred, who
was wondering what Johnny had done with
bis gun. So, raising his hands as If to take
aim, he asked the question by gesture.
Johnny understood his cousin's sign query
and replied: "Well. 111 have to confess
that X took twe shots at him andmissed.
When I first saw him be was coming at
sne with anything but a friendly expression,
so I sp and let fly a ball at his head. I
dldnt do myself proud, for the old fellow
wasn't touched. Then I ran through the
uderbroab. getting out of bis sight I
tbeught I'd luet bUn, when, Cull fifteen
the Littlest Busy Bees
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"THUS BEST OF FBJITNDH."
over here? said the ruler, who was
near by.
" 'Read this,' and the ruler showed him
a scrap of paper on which Tommy read
these words: 'Busy Bees, Their Own
Page.' 'See,' said the ruler, what deg
radation you have brought upon us. Once
we were held as examples. Now our rivals
are. If you work hard perhaps this paper
will praise you. Oo now, Tommy.'
"And he hns worked hard," continued
Ring, "but as yet he has received no
praise. Perhaps you, my little mistress,
can write and tell those Busy Bees how
good and faithful those ants are and you
oan say for me that by the looks of those
stories that even Tommy cannot equal
them for Industry. Will you?"
And I have and hope Tommy may see it.
(Second Prize.)
Florence's Questions
By Florence Walker, Age It) Tears. 2530
North Nineteenth Street, Omaha, Bluu.
Florence was a little girl who was very
fond of asking questions. And one day
when visiting her Uncle Fred in the coun
try he hitched his horses to a big wagon
and Florence, her twin sisters, Mildred
and Oladys, and her two cousins all Jumped
in and went to the woods with him.
Florence asked her Uncle Fred why the
squirrels kept running up and down the
trees. He said It was becauss they were
putting nuts away for the winter. Then
she asked what tha bluejays were making
so much noise for.
minutes after I'd fired at him, he loomed
up right In front of me. I let htm have
my aim again. But something had got the
matter with It my aim. I mean for the
bu)let went wide of the mark again. It
was all up with me then, for I had to
reload before I could take another pull at
him. He was pretty close to me, but this
tree was closer, so I came up Into its invit
ing limbs, where I decided to wait till
someone chanced to come along, or till
the old brute below should tire of walking
about at the foot of my tower and looking
up savagely at me. As for my gun, it's
below there on the ground. The old bear
took a sniff of it a little bit ago."
Fred had withdrawn from tbe path Into
a clump of shrubbery, where he was out
of the bear's line ot vision. He kept one
ye on old Mr. Bruin, however, fearing that
his nose might tell him there was another
enemy near. And be took pains to be
pretty close te a fine, strong sapling with
plenty of limbs close to the ground.
"Where's your ammunition?" be called out
to Johnny, regardless ot the tatter's warn
ing about bis talking.
"It's on the ground in my wallet, " said
Johnny. Then he addedt "Don't do that
again, I tell you. New, go as fast and as
quietly as you can for bom and fetch
daddy here. I don't rest wsa astride this
limb. I'd find borne and dinner more to
my taste."
But Fred bad been thinking over some
plan whereby he might relieve bis cousin's
uncomfortable position more quickly than
by returning to the farm, some two or
three taUes away. And new he was about
to act upon this quickly oancalved plan.
He very cautiously gattiered a handful ef
dry bark and dead stick from the ground
at his feet, cut a bong branch from a
growing bush nearby and on Its smaller
end tied the dried bark and sticks mto a
thick mass, using hi handkerchief in Ilea
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"It must be because their wives are
deaf," said he. She wondered whether this
was really so, then asked:
"And what do the woodpeckers tap-tap-tap
all day for?"
"Oh, I guess they are Just moving Into
a new house and are tacking the carpets
down," said he.
Then Uncle Fred began to laugh. And
she said: , .
"I kno what you are laughing at. It
Is because I ask so many questions."
"Not that," said he.
"Well, If you don't mind, I will ask what
those ugly scarecrows are for, and I won't
ask another one."
"They aro to show the crows where the
corn Is." This made Florence laugh very
much.
"I won't stand It another moment," said
she, Jumping up. "I am going to tell Aunt
Elisabeth you are making fun of me,"
"I won't stand It another moment," re-!
peated her uncle. "I am going to tell Aunt
Elizabeth you won't believe a word I say."
Then the girls came running with their
hands full of wild flowers and said It was
dinner time. So they all Jumped in the
wagon and rode home.
(Honorary Mention.)
How Doris Played Truant
By Madge U Daniels. Aged 14 Tears, Ord,
Neb. Blue.
"Mamma, may I play truant and go skat
ing today? Three or four of the girls are
going, and they are not even going to let
theirs mothers know about It. But I
thought I would ask you," said Doris.
"Play truant, Doris?"
Mrs. Lee looked up as she asked the
question, for something in her little girl's
voice startled her. "Yes, you may play
truant. If you think you will be happy In
doing It, but remember how many nice
holidays you have to enjoy yourself, and
remember, too, how your report card will
look at tho end of the term."
"Well, I don't care for my report card,
and I do care to go skating this bright
winter afternoon, for they say the ice Is
lovely."
Mrs. Lee watched Doris as she walked
down the street with her skates around
her shoulders. At the corner of tbe block
she was Joined by the other girls. When
satisfaction he took from his vest pocket
a match, struck it and applied the flame
to the broomllke end of the stick. It Ignited
quickly, a blaze leaping upward. Like
a flash ot lightning Fred made a dash
toward the bear, whirling the blazing stick
round and round, its tongue of fire form
ing huge circle of flame in the revolu
tion. The old bear's eyes widened with fear
as he beheld the awful sight, and he went
off through the woods as fast as he could.
But In his excitement he did not select bis
path and found himself entangled in a
massive grapevine, through whose meshes
he could not go. And as he feared to turn
back and face that dreadful thing of fire
he kept on trying to thrust his huge body
through the trap which held him fast
"Quick, your gun! Load and fire!" erled
Fred, still brandishing the blazing mass.
"Hurry, the fire most out!"
Johnny came down the tree at a leap, and
never before In his life had he loaded his
rifle so quickly as now. Then, taking
careful aim, be fired. And this time he
did not miss his mark. The old bear
plunged forward, lifted himself In the air
and fell tn the tangle of vine that had
imprisoned him. Again the rifle waa
raised to Johnny shouldsr and aim taken,
and again he hit bis mark. The second ball
caused the bear to lie quiet, for it had
ntered hi brain.
"New, I guess we'll go heme and get
Unci John to come and help us get our
squirrel home," laughed Fred. "Gee, he' a
big enei"
"Yea, but you shall have all the glory ef
the gam," declared Johnny. "Till you
cam he bad me Just where you got him
tn a tight plaoe."
"Ne, I euldn't have got blm alone,"
said Fred, gelag ever and examining the
baa "I simply chased blm into a trap
aad yva end tbe vest. But. it's about eating
time, Lsf s g back to the bouse and re
port tor dinner. Then, with Uncle John,
we'll return here and get the trophy of
ut gkuV a bx aay la book'
Wyoming
By Ruby O. penny,
Oh! here's a song to Wyoming,
With its sage brueh and Its hills;
With its sheep scattered over the plains so wide,
And its tiny trickling rills.
II.
And Its flowers that bloom in summer,
And the wild sweet pens so sweet;
And the plains that stretch to the mountains,
And the sand that bakes in the heat.
III.
And the wild horse breaks through the pasture,
And the cows roam over the field;
Oh! this is the land where the sun goes down
The land with the bright Bun sealed.
school was out that evening, Doris came
sklrplng home.
"Did you have a good time, dear," her
mother asked.
"Oh. yes; I had a splendid time In school.
When I found 1 could ploy truant, I didn't
want to, and I think Miss Carol knew It,
(for she satd, 'Doris, four girls are absent,
but I am glnd you came.' And, mamma,
all I could think about was what you said
about my report card, and how glad I will
be at the end of the term."
The Little Hero
By Elsie Lewis, Aged 14 Years, Main Street,
Norfolk, Neb. Blue.
In a little town lived Mrs, Eurlston and
her little son, Jack, who was 10 years old.
She worked very hard for a living. Mr.
Earlston was dead. Jack went to school,
and there was not a brighter boy In school.
One evening they were sitting In the
kitchen, when they heard the flrebell. If
was Remington's the finest house In town.
Jack and his mother went, but she soon
missed Jack and wondered where he had
gone.
It was reported that a child was upstairs
In the burning building. Jack hearing it,
knew It waa Ruth, his little schoolmate.
He darted into the house. The people
looked on In horror.
The smoke stifled him; at last he reached
the bedroom. He took the child in his
arms and carried her down the steps. All
of this time the building was ready to fall
any minute. He then groped ' his way
through the burning building to the door,
and there he fell with the unconscious
child In his arms. '
He was carried home, and when . con
sciousness returned, ha was lying In his
own bed. The next day a letter came from
Mr. Remington, stating what a little hero
Jack was, and a little roll of bills for his
heroic deed.
Mrs. EarUton did not want to take It,
but Mr. Remington forced It upon her.
"Now, mother, you can have a new dress
and I can have a r.cw suit," said Jack.
"Yes," said Mrs. Earlston, "and I am
very proud of my little hero."
The Kind Boy
By Eleanor Mollor, Aged li Years, Malvern,
la. Blue.
In many cities you can see men on cor
ners selling fruits or candles. On one of
these comers a boy stood selling radishes.
The people passing by did not notice the
boy, but would always stop at the other
stands.
The boy thought that he could call the
people's attention so began saying:
"Radishes live cents a bunch,"
A lady passing by saw the boy so stopped
to ask him how much they were. The boy
said, "Five oenU ma'am." "I guess I will
take a bunch," said the lady, so the boy
handed her a bunch. Now he had only
two more bunches left, one for his mother
and If he could sell the other one he
would. As he was walking down the street
toward his home a very poor' old man
asked how much he sold the radishes for.
he said, "Five cents sir." Harry (for that
was the boy's name did not like to sail it
to him because he was lots poorer than he
was, so he said, "I will give you these
bunches." "
The old man walked away very happy,
but Harry had promised a bunch for his
mother, he thought he had disobeyed her
even.
As he stepped In the door his mother said:
"Harry have you the radishes?"
"No mamma, X gave It to a very poor
old man."
"That Is very nice of you Harry, because
It show your kindness to other people."
Alford's Great Deed
By Edwin J. Spevacek, Aged 10 Tears,
Ravenna, Neb. Red.
One evening as Alford was walking along
the street selling papers (Alford was a
poor boy, living with his mother and try
ing to make a living) he heard a noise
around th corner, so running up to see
what It was, he saw that a robber we
trying to rob a rich merchant
lAlford seeing what was going on, picked
up a club nearby and hit th robber on
the head, which knocked him senseless.
After doing this he called a policeman and
th rebber waa taken away In the patrol.
Th man proved to be a rich merchant
from New York, and gave his name as Mr.
Redmond. Mr. Redmond offered to pay
Alford, but he refused it Mr. Redmond
said: "If yo'i are ever In need of a friend
or money Just write to me. and I will al
ways help you, because you saved my
life. My address is Mr. J. C. Redmond,
4603 South Seventeenth street. New York."
This wm th bravest deed that Alford
bad ever done. He was afterwards re
warded by a good position.
Only a Parrot
By Ruth Ashby. Aged II Tears, Fairmont,
Neb. Blue.
"Mr. Asbton to see yen. Mis Evans,"
said th maid.
"Show blm up to my private parlor,"
Jenny.
Every Kvsaia west Into ber bedroom
ax! Mr, Aabton peXteutly awaited ber.
Poll, ber parrot, entertained him for a
irbll weeurtng at bizn and blassing blm In
th same breath. Then eh began: "Jen
til, where la my wig? To dummy, you
know which one. Th on wtth th curls
tticb SCaV tM"-rt ajwa?) artmir (though
Casper, Wyo. Blue.
ho don't know It's a wig). That's right,
Jennie, Just a little bit more of the rouge
here. I do think that It Improves my com
plexion so much! What! Haven't fnund
thst wig yet. It's In this drawer!" Polly
flew over to a drawer and tried In vain t
open It.
"Freddie, clear boy, open my drawer.
Yes, honey, you will." Polly picked so vlg.
orously at poor' Mr. Ashton'a bald head
that at last he had to open the drawer to
pacify her. She brought out the beautiful
wig which Mr. Ashton had so often admired
on Miss Evans' hesd, Polly flew back to
her peroh on tho chandelier. Just then
Jennie came In. "Miss Evans says that
she will be In 1n a moment, and oh" her
Jennie broke off her sentence abruptly, for
Bhe caught eight of Poll with the wig.
"Poll, come here!"
"Bring me that anti-fat," screamed Poll.
"Box him on the ears, Jennie. Don't let
him look In that drawer, because my other
sets of teeth and my pads and rouge and
paint are In there."
"Poll, Poll, you awful bird; come here."
But Polly only called for some anti-fat and
swore because she couldn't get It.
Jennie tried to smooth It over and said!
"We had a theatrical here not long ago
and Miss Evans bought that wig for It.
Poll heard the play and that's where sh
learned about wigs, etc" Jennie went Into
the bedroom and Poll followed. Soon sh
flew back and began: "Please, Evelyn,
Poll got your wig and talked about anti
fat, and your rouge, and Imitated you ex
actly. But I smoothed It over and told Mr,
Ashton that you bought th wig for a the
atrical." -
"You're a good girl, Jonnle. I don't know,
what I would do If I lost him, for he's aw
ful rich and the only beau I've got."
Mr. Ashton got his hat and left. Poll
swearing and blessing him as he went.
No sooner had he gone than out-cams
Evelyn In full dress. "Where's Mr, Ash
ton? Oh, his hat's gone and he's gone, and
he's my only beau. I'll either have Poll
killed or given away. Oh, dear!"
Johnny and the Fatal Game
By Willie Cullen, Aged 10 Yems. SJ13 Web
ster Street, Omaha, Neb. Red.
Johnny lived on a farm. He was 8 years
old and very disobedient. On the farm was
a large haystack, and on this he loved to
romp about and play, but that was forbid
den by his father. His father told him to
keep away from the haystack and all other
dangerous places. One day he was playing
hide and seek with his brothers and sisters.
Johnny climbed on the haystack, and
when he went to Jump down over It ha fell
and broke his collarbone. He fainted from
the pain. His brothers and sisters ran Into
the house, saying they could not find
Johnny.
Johnny's father said for them to look
down by the haystack, ha might be hiding
there. Johnny's brother, Dick, ran down
to see, but at first he saw nothing. But
when he looked at the other side of the
haystack he saw poor Johnny lying there
as If dead.
He ran back to the house and brought
his father and mother, who came running.
They carried him up to the house and re
vived him. Then they sent one ot the hired
help after Dr. Bmlth, who lived not far.
Presently they saw him returning with the
doctor.
Johnny's collarbone was set, but It gave
him a lesson to keep away from the hay
stack. Johnny's father said that he would
see that his children stayed away from It
after that He said there were enough
places besides that to hid In.
Agatha
By Ruth Ashby, Aged II Tears, Falrmount,
Neb. Blue.
In the hurrying, busy streets of the city
stood a little girl. Bhe was hungry and
sh waa cold and ragged, but for It all
she was clean and neat An old gentleman
hurried by. Seeing Agatha, he stopped and
gave her a banana. Bhe thanked him
politely and followed him slowly. She
oould not tell why sh followed him, per
bap because he was kind to her. As they
turned into a narrow street a man stepped
out, and, holding up a revolver, said;
"Money cr your life." The old man wss
frightened, but not o with Agatha. Sh
remembered that Jimmy Murphy, a police
man, who waa often kind to her, was Just
around th corner. She slipped away un
noticed and running around the corner ran
straight into Jimmy. "Why, hello Agatha,
how are you up here?" be asked good
naturedly. Agatha told blm in a few
words. He followed ber, and they saw th
man Just ready to Br his pistol. When
be saw th burly figure of Murphy ap
proaching he dropped his pistol and ran.
Jimmy soon overtook htm and marched
t'm away to prison.
Mr. Black, the old gentleman, took Agatha
borne with him. Her tight little pigtails
were let loos Into long fluffy curls by her
French nurse.
Agatha bad a test for drawing, and
when Mr. Black found it out he gave her
all th advantages he could, for be was
very rich. Agatha aow la a famous artist.
Mr. Black Is dead and sh is tn possession
of his large fortune.
She married a young man named Fred
Lanton, who waa also an artist, and, as
th fairy tale say, lived happily ever
afterward.