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TUB OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MAY 24, 190S. JUST two weeks more for the present King and Queen of the Busy Bees. We bars received a few votes and the editor hopes the Busy Bees will be prompt In sending In their rotes for thoBe whom they wish to have for rulers for the next three months, beginning June 1. The Kings and Queens may not be elected for two terms in succession, bo votes may be sent In for any of the Busy Bees excepting Queen Eleanor Mellor of the Blue side and King Willie Cullen for the Red side. Up to May 10 twelve prizes were awarded to the Red side and fourteen to the Blue side, so there Is still a chance for the Red side, although the Blue Is a little ahead. Both the king and the queen have been working hard to have their respective sides win. The prizes were won this week by Ethel GIpe of Rapid City, S. D., on the Red side and Louise Stiles of Lyons, Neb., on the Blue side, and honorable mention given to Catherine McNaniara of Omaha on the Red side. The Busy Bee Postal Card exchange continues to grow; any of the Busy Bees may join by sending their name and address to the Busy Bee editor. The list now Includes: Jean potxrnf, Alnpworth, Neb. Irene McCoy, Barnstnn, Net). Lillian Merwin, Heaver City. Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennlnnton, Neb. Vera Cheney, Creiguton, Soil. Louis Hahn, Lavld City, Neb. Until Ashby, Fairmont, Neb. Kunlce Hods, Fulls City, Neb. Fay WrlRht, Fifth anU Belle Bireets, Fre murit. Neb. KUk-1 Reed, Fremont. Neb. Hulda Lundburg, Fremont. Neb. Marguerite bartholumuw, Gothenburg, Nl. C'ialre Poth, 605 West Kocnlg, Grand Is land. Neb. Alice 'jra.umeyer, 1545 C street, Lincoln, Neb. Alice Tempi, Lexington. Neb. Ldythe Kreitz. Lexington, Neb. Anna Nellson. Lexington, Neb. Florence Pettljohn, Long Fine, Neb. Loiilne Stiles, Lyons, Nob. Kstelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb. Milton Sclzer, Nebraska City, Neb. Harry Crawford. Nebraska City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City. Neb. Emma Mamuardt. Fifth street and .Madi son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred K. Jones. North Loup, Neb. Hester Rutt, OctavU, Neb. Mayer Culm, Mi Georgia avenue, Omaha. Tom, the Giant By Helena OM was a poor orphan boy who lived with his uncla and aunt and cousin. The uncle's name was Andrew. The uncle was a cross, domineering man without affection for any save his wife T and son. The aunt was a lazy, selfish, en vious woman, hating the little orphan boy who was left to her charge by a dying sister. The cousin was a boy after Ms dot ing mother's own heart, an egotistical, bold-faced lad some two years the senior of his cousin Tom. These folks lived in the country at the base of a great mountain, and the time of their existence was a very, very long time ago. They lived during the age of giants, dwarfs and fairies, and there were many strange happenings then. Every morning Tom's Uncle Andrew went into the fields to work; his Aunt Jane went out on the great vino-covered porch to sit in Idleness, while Tom was put to perform the household duties. And August passed the hours between breakfast and dinner lying on his back on the mountainside sing ing songs or talking to himself, or per chance visiting some shepherd on the moun tainside, but always Idle. The morning on which this story opens was a glorious May day, the sun shining with a genial smile on garden and field. Tom was busy in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes. He had placed the plates and cups on a tray to drip while he ran to the spring near by fur some water. On his return ho found to his amazement that every dish had disappeared from the tray. At first he supposed his aunt had come In and wiped them dry and put them In the cupboard. Cut when he went to the cup board to see Is such were the case he was dumbfounded to see no plates nor cups there. With many misgivings he went to Ms aunt, who was napping like a great cat on the porch, and roused her by saying: "Come, listen to me. Aunt Jane." His aunt awoke, glared at him in won der, for she had forbidden Tom's coming on the porch when sin wai taking her sleep. "How dare you, you miserable, thankless one. to disturb me during my morning nap? Haven't I told you I am not well, and that I must have uiy rest after meals? Now, what's the matter that you stand there looking as though you had stolen a sheep and been caught In the act? Speak up." "Why, Aunt Jane, I washed the plates and cups and put them to drain on the tray while I ran to the spring for water. When I returned to the kitchen all the plates and cups were missing; nor can I find them anywhere." The aunt was on her feet In a moment, and striding with a very healthy stride into the kitohen. "If you've broken a single dish, young beggar, I'll give you thirty lashes with the strap for each dish," she said. "Ah, the dishes could take unto themselves legs and walk away, could they? Well, we'll see about that." And the irate woman began searching every where for the missing plates and cups, but all in vain. During her search Tom stood trembling in every limb, for he knew what punishment at his aunt's hands meant Her arm seemed to hold the strength of a giant when she wielded the lash. V "BUT. GOOD CIAJIT." SAID TOM. f jmf M Gall Howa.-d, 4722 Corltol avenue. Omaha. Juanita Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha. Ada MorriN. 3124 Franklin street, Omaha. Maurice Johnson, 1 UJ J Locust street, Omaha. Hilah Fisher 1210 South Eleventh street. Omaha. Louise Raabe, 26o0 North Nineteenth ave nue. Omana. Emma Carrathers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth street, Ornalia. Walter Johnson, 2103 North Twentieth street. Oinalia. MadKo t.. Daniels, nrd, Neb. A unea Rkhmond. Orleans. Neb. Zola Eeddeii Orleans, Neb. Lotta VVooil, 1'iiwnee City, Neb. Karl Pn kin. Red.linejton, Neb. Kmma Kostal. lnlti O ctreet. South Omaha. l.'dna linn, Ktanton. Neb. Clara Miller, I'llra, Neb. Mae tlrunke, West Point, Neb. Elsie Stastny, AVIllier. Neb. Alta VVllken, Waco. Neb. Paulliu 1'aiks, York, Neb. Edna HohllnK. York, Neb. Irene Reynolds. Little Sioux. Ia. Ethel Mulhmlaml. P. O. box 71, Malvern Ia. Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Kathrvne Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Mildred Robertson, ?,IarJlla, la. Kulli Robertson, Manilla, la. .1 and the Fairy Saris. "Ah, ha. Just as I thought," cried the aunt, turning on Tom. "You've broken the dishes that you may not have them to wash. Go and fetch the strap from the cellarway and remove your Jacket and shirt. You'll not be In a humor to break any more dishes for sometime after I'm through with you." Tom could do nothing but obey, and brought to the angry and cruel woman the heavy leather strap that was kept merely to be used on Ms back. Then he draw from his quivering little body his cotton Jacket and old cast-off shirt of August's, which bad fallen to his lot. When the hard-hearted, lazy aunt had tired herself out she dropped the strap and returned to finish her nap on the porch In the sun. And poor Tom, worn out by the terrible flogging he had received and suf fering the acutest agony of both body and mind, fell upon the floor In a limp mass. As he lay there he heard a heavy tread upon the path outside the kitchen door, and, glancing up, beheld a giant approach ing. Being In that state of mind where fear cannot enter, Tom lay quite still, watching through tears the approaching giant. When he reached the door he stood looking at Tom, pity In his big, dull eyes. "Poor lad," he said, "I've heard about you and I braved the danger of coming here to tell you how you may escape this place and theBe wicked people. Go Into the mountain away up the southern side and walk straight toward the clouds till you come to a turn In the path. Then you must stop and put your fingers In your mouth and give three long whistles, after which you must say: 'Hail, Fairy Queen. I am come to you for succor.' And then your fortunes will change." "But, good giant," said Tom, struggling to his knees, "how am I to get permission to leave this house? My aunt will never consent for me to go away from here." And Tom, in guarded whispers, lest Ms aunt might be awakened by the sound of voices, related the Incident of the disap pearance of the dishes and his subsequent punishment, ending by solemnly declaring that he was Innocent of the charge that his aunt had made against him and that he had no Idea of where the dishes were. "Ah, I think I smell the mystery," said the giant. "The other day as I lay Md behind a long-fallen tree I overheard your good-for-nothing cousin bargaining with a shepherd for a flute that he coveted. The shepherd told Mm that he was going to be married and wanted more than any thing else some dishes and kitchen utensils. I fancy the young son of this house Is the guilty person." At this Instant Tom heard a rustle on the front porch and held up a finger of warning to the giant, whispering quickly: "Hide behind the hedge there; my aunt Is waking and will be here to give me orders for dinner." "And after she has returned to her lazy pastime I'll come back and we'll finish our conversation," whispered the giant. Then he betook himself quickly behind a high, thick hedge which grew around the garden. No sooner had he disappeared than Tom's aunt came stalking heavily Into the kitchen, kicking Tom, who still sat upon the floor, the weakness from bis STRUGGLING TO HIS KXEE Two of the Busiest Busy. Bees f r i .. , ,J , 1 - r CLAIRE AND DOROTHY ROTH, GRAND ISLAND, NEB. RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Writs plainly on on side of She papas only and number tha pages. 5. Use pea and Ink, not pencil 8. Mhort and pointed artloles will fee given preferenoe. So not use over BSO words. 4. Original stories or letters only will Be used. 6. Write yonr name, age and ad dress at the top of the Hist page. First and second prises of books will be given for the best two con tributions to this page each week. Address all communications to CHILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omaha Bee. (First Prise.) How Flora Spent a Rainy Day By Ethel GIpe, Age 10 Tears, Rapid City, S. D. Red. Flora was a little girl with pretty golden curls and blue eyes. Bhe was 7 years old and was in the second grade. Bhe had been to school every day this week. Tomorrow was Saturday and she wanted to go out doors and play, but Flora got up with a heavy heart for it had rained all night and it was raining still. After breakfast. Flora looked ao moody and desolate that her mamma asked what was the matter. 6he said, "It is raining and I want to go out to play, but I cannot and I do not know what to do.". Her mamma asked her why she did not make clothes for the dollies. She said she had so many already that she ,did not know where to put them. Her mamma told her to make some clothes and put thorn on dolls for the sick babies beating not yet having passed off. "Come, you beggar, and start the dinner," com manded the aunt, "Go into the garden and gather some garlio and beans. Make a nice pot of soup for your uncle and cousin. And don't forget to put my name In the pot. And I want a nice piece of mutton, broiled to a turn before a brisk fire. See that the drippings are not wasted. And put the freshest loaf on the table and keep the stale one for yourself. It ought to keep you supplied for a week It you are not gluttonous." Tom dragged himself to tha garden where the giant, seeing him, came also. "You rest and I'll gather the vegetables." said the giant to Torn. "You look ill and should not have to work as you do." "Say, lookN through the hedge," whispered Tom, pol'it!"a" in tha direction of the house. The giant did aa bidden and saw August, tha adored aon of the house, creeping stealthily toward the kitthen. keeping an eye turned toward tha garden, where he, no doubt, knew Tom would be at this time Of day. Ha entered, the kitchen and came forth again, carrying in his arms a great pot (the soup pot In which Torn was to make tha dinner broth), a pewter pitcher and a dough bowL Ha made off toward the mountain aide with all possible speed, looking cautiously behind him at every few atepa. "Ah. ha; didn't I smell right?" asked the giant, who bad stretched himself full iCTTgth on the ground that he might peep under the hedga without being sean by August. ' "And he it was that got the dishea," aald Tom. "I shall go this instant and tell Aunt Jans about Cousin August. Bhe must know that it was not 1 who broke 0 threw away the dishea And now wham she misses the pot she'll beat ma again. Bo I shall run and tell her about having seen August going off with tha cooking Vtenslla ,J:. "!. V . 1 In tha hospital. She said she would like to and she started In. By suppertlme she had six rag dolls made and dressed. She took them to the hospital and the sick babies liked them very well. This Is the most pleasant way to spend a rainy day, that I know of. Anybody can have a pleasant day If they will work for others. (Second Prize.) How Rover Saved the Baby By Louisa Stiles, Age 12 years, Lyons, Neb. Blue. Rover had come to the Gray's house the night before, and 2-year-old Dorothy had begged to keep him. Mr. Oray saw ' by his ragged appearance that ha was a stray, but he did not wish to keep a dog, so ha told Dorothy he would get her a kitten, Instead. Dorothy reluctantly con sented, and, with a final pat on Rover's head, went into the house. But Rover, not willing to be left behind, lingered about the house. About 11 o'clock at night, he totlced something red creeping across the roof and concluded it should not be there, bo he began to bark. Mr. Oray heard him and came outdoors to see what was tha matter, but when he got outdoors he saw why Rover was barking, and gave the alarm, for the house was on fire. By the time the fire company - arrived, the fire had gained suoh headway that nothing could be saved. In the confusion, Dorothy, who was sleeping peacefully In her dainty crib, was not missed. But (Rover had been looking around for ber, and he discovered she was missing. 60 right through the flames he darted, where none of the fire men dared to go, and into every room, until ha came to Dorothy's. The draperies of "And get a harder beating for your news," said the great giant. "Ah, lad, don't you know that the eyes of most parents are blinded to the faulta of their own, but sharper than the sun's rays In seeing tha shortcomings of others? Ah, It is selfishness, my lad. Tour aunt knows you are a superior lad to her own son; that's why she hates you ao dearly. And never will she consent to listen to a word of complaint against her own adored and good-for-nothing eon. He Is the apple of her eye Just because he belongs to her. Do you understand, lad?" "But tha pot th pitcher, tha bowl!" cried Tom. "How can I get the dinner without them? And when I tell her they are missing from tho kitchen sho'll beat me and swear I threw them away that I might not be able to get tha meals. No. I must go and tell her." Then, promising the giant to see htm on the morrow Tom ran to tb house, going straight to tha porch, where he for a sec ond time that morning roused Ms aunt from a catnap, "Aunt Jane, the pot, the pitcher and tha dough bowl have been stolen from the kitchen," he cried In her ear. Tho angered woman sot up and stored at him. saying: "What's all this stuff you're ssytng, you fool? And how dared you to wake ma before the dinner Is raadyf" Then Tom, stammering and trembling with fear, related what ha had seen from tha garden, declaring that It was Aug-ist who had taken the dishes in the morning also, and that he was trading them off to a shepherd in tha mountain. "You dare to accuse my darling child of this theft?" cried tha aunt, leaping from ber chair, her eyes ablaze with rage. "Why, tha beating I gave you awhile ago was only a scratch to what I'll give you for this lie, you young beggar 1" And then she raised her arm to glvt Tom a her crib were biasing, but Dorothy was not harmed. Taking her clothing In his mouth, he rrushed from the building Just in time, for a moment later, the roof fell in. Of course, after this, the Cray's kept Rover, and everyone Is thankful for ths day when he wandered to their door. (Honorable Mention.) The Proud Pansies By Catherine MeNamara, Aged 10 Tears, 1!1 Military Avunue, Omaha, Neb. Red. Onoe thero were some carnations grow ths In a flowor bed with some pansies. The carnntlons had been covered through the winter and so were the pansies. One rlgit the wind blew so hard that It tors th coverings off the carnation. The carnation was so tall that the wind could got a good hold on It. Oh, dear, sighed the uncovered carnation, "I am so cold." The pruislos were all covered nicely and 'the wind could not get at them, so they replied, "If you were not so tall tha wind would not tear the coverings off." Rut ore day the wind blew so fiercely that the covering came off the panslos as well as the carnutlona. That night Jack Frost visited the garden and the pansies were frozen to death. The carnations were not hurt because they were so hardy. They were sorry for the pansies, but they had to be taught not to be so proud. Paul's Lesson By Walter Johnson. Aired 11 Years, 216 North Twentieth Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue. There was once a Uttlo boy named Paul, who dreaded to work, and would sit and dream oil day. One day when his mother asked him to en on an errand for her, he went to the brook Instead, which was one of his favorite places. As he was sitting there ho noticed the grass move and a tiny fairy stood before him. With a wave of her golden wand she bade him follow her ,and she would show him the homes of the lanlmals and Insects and how they lived. They found tho field mice very busy stor ing up corn for winter use, the ants bsd therr store rooms nearly full and were very busy filling the remaining space, as this was autumn, and Instinct told them winter would soon be here. The beo hives were full of honey. -All nature seemed pre paring for the coming winter. He alone had dreaded to work. Tho fairy then took him back home and showed him the pile of wood that his mother had bought for winter use, but he had refused to chop any of it. The fairy disappeared and Taul again found himself sitting by the brook. Wrlth a whistle he got up and ran home. He had learned the lesson, and has not only been a good worker, but a. much happier boy ever since. A True Story By Grene McCoy. Aged 11 Years, Barnston, Neh. Blue. I spent a year In Washington, D. C, tha capital of the United States. I saw many beautiful sights while there. I went to the top of Washington's monument, which was GC6 feet high. I also visited the capitol and Chesapeake bay, and the Zootogleal park, where you can aee every kind of animal in the world. I would like to tell you what they do on Easter Sunday. On that day the president's wife always Invites all the children of the city to tha White House, to roll their many colored eggs down the green hills surrounding. On Easter morning you may see many children with well filled baskets df boiled eggs hurrying to the White House. They have great sport rolling their eggs down the hills. It Is lots of fun to roll the eggs. Wouldn't you like to roll your eggs this Easter? I should. A Test of Honesty By Ruth Manning, Aged 12 Tears, Wesslng ton Springs, S. D. Blue. One day, near the end of school, when the final examinations were about to come, as Mary Rhodes was walking home, some thing white fluttered out in front of her. She picked It up. It was a printed copy of the final examination in arithmetic, Mary's hardest study. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Now I can see the problems and know the answers be forehand." Then she stopped, her face flushing. "It would be dishonest and I won't do It," she said aloud. Then she took the paper to her teacher and asked her if the teacher would give her a special test In arithmetic. The teacher, glad to find Mary so honest, said she would. That evening Mary met a girl who had been a great friend, whoso name was Alice Logan. "Mary," said Alice, "what was that you picked up and took to teacher this afternoon?" Mary told her. "Oh, Marv!" said Alice, "please tell me the answers if you can remember them so I can get "A" In arithmetic." But Mary shook her head. "It would be dishonest," she said, "I cannot tell you." "Not for the sake of a good friend like me?" asked Alice. "I would rather lose a good friend blow in the face, when of a sudden a huge form appeared at the corner, a long and mighty arm reached out and gathered Tom up before her very nose. With a cry of horror and fright the wicked woman sank helpless Into her chair, fir she had heard of this giant, but had not believed that ho existed. Before she could open her mouth to say a word the giant had gone off up the mountain side with Torn sitting on his arm. He covered about ten rods At every step, end at such a rats was soon lost to the frightened woman's gaze. And vTome was happy in tha protecting embrace of the good giant who carried him to the spot where the faliins were to be called from their wood. Giving the signal the giant put Tom down and said: "Now, lad, you'll be cared for without my serv ices; the fairies will be here roon. I shall go back to my home In the mountains beyond tha mountain on which we stand and continue to hunt for the unhappy boys and girls whom I may succor. I found you through a little dwarfs help. He goes about like a bird and pneps into all the homes. Then he comes to me and I rescue tha unhappy one. turning him or her over to my friends, the fairies." At this Instant the fairies arrived, and before Tom could thank the good gtant for his kindness the great fellow had stalked far away. And the fairies took Tom Into a beautiful land, wh.tre tiny gave him a nice home and plenty to live on till he should lie old enouch to work and earn money for himself. And tlr waa a fine school there whore Tom went to live, and he attended It regularly, learning many, many things. And he became a learned roan and a good one, always re membering his own wretohed onllUhood from which the good giant and the fairUa had rescued him. And be waa always good to tha poor, especially to the poor children. Busy Beo Prize Winner JOHN M. WOODS, PAWNEE CITY, NEB. than be dishonest," answered Mary. "You may lose one, then,", said Alice angrily, and without another word ahe departed. "You are light, Mary said a voice behind her, and aa Mary turned she saw her teacher. Mary waa rewarded by winning the teacher'a confidence and by passing In arithmetic. Eugenia's Easter Offering By Ruth Ashby, Age 13 years, Fairmont, Neb. Blue. Mrs. Durand lived In a little cottage in a largo city. Her husband had mot with a fatal accident .two years before, leaving his wife and children almost penniless. Mrs. Durand had managed to support her self, Eugenia and Virginia by taking In sowing. Now she earned enough to let them live quite comfortably, but had noth ing to apart for luxuries. Eugenia helped about the house and even Baby Virginia liked to "wipe the spoons." Eugenia delivered her mother's sewing and sometimes, when it waa not too far, Virginia accompanied her. The Sunday school that Eugenia and Vir ginia attended was to have an Easter pro gram, and each child was to bring as many flowers as they could and march up and lay them on tha altar. Eugenia fait very badly because ahe and her sister could take none. ' One day as she was coming home, sha saw a baby playing on tha track. A street car was coming along. Everybody stood as if turned to stone. Eugenia rushed out and pulled the child off Just in time. She, herself, was unhurt. The child's parents were rich and felt very grateful to tho noble girl who had saved their only child from a tragic death. When Eaater came, Eugenia walked proudly up with tha rest and laid twelve beautiful lilies on tha altar. By her aids walked Virginia, carrying two. Mr. Smith, tha rich man, often came to ae tha Durand and helped them ia many ways. Eugenia and Virginia often speak of his kindness and how be helped them out In that Easter day when they wanted flowers so badly. Fern Frances By Ruth Ashby, Age IS years, Fairmont, Neb. Blue. Fern Franoes was a girl about 18 years old. Her parents lived on a small farm and Mr. Leslie had never been a good manager, consequently they had barely enough to live on. Mrs. Leslie waa an In valid. On this particular Saturday, Fern Frances was carefully putting away tha dishes, when a cry of terror came from outside. She rushed out and rescued Harold from tha rain barrel. She had to stop and aoma eggs for sister's cake." "Come, Harold, and we'll go and get change his apron. When Fern Frances's cake came out of the oven, there waa a tiny one for Harold. She never forgot his baby cake. "Say, Fern, could you Iron me a clean shirt?" naked her father. "Ihave to go to town." Fern Franoes stopped tha preparations for dinner and Ironed his shirt. Sha washed the dinner dishes and planned to go upstairs and rock baby to sleep and then read Bessy Hart's book. But Harold would not go to aleep, and wanted "sister" to amuse hira. It was time to get supper when he finally want to sleep. About T o'clock, an automobile drove up, and young Mr. Donalaon asked Fern Frances to go riding. Her mother 'gave her some money and told her to buy a new dress. That night after she was In bed. Fern Francea said to herself that she was the happiest girl on earth, for aha had all the pleasures. Vacation ' By Helen Johnson, Aged 13 Tears, 416 Siuth Seventeenth Street, Lincoln, Neb. lied. Henry was a boy of li, with dark eyes and dark hair. His father was a wealthy man and owned a beautiful home, In which he lived. Henry waa tho only child and was vary much spoiled. One day ha went into the meadow with hla gun and shot a robin. The robin fell at his feet and he picked It up and carried It home. When he got home ha lay down on his bed snd went to sleep. While he was lying there the door of his room opened and la cams the king of the robins and after him followed 'all tha other birds. "What will we do with this bad boy?" "Hurrah!" Summer time Is almost here; Hurrah, hurrah! It is the swimming ttrr.e o' year; Hurrah, hurrah I The fish are biting, too, they sayj Hurrah, hurrah! And there Is fun tha live-long day; Hurrah, hurrah! questioned the king. "He hns killed my queen." Here ther was such a chatter of voices that the king could hardly understand what they were going to drcldo on. This woke Henry tip and he found his mother Bitting beside him. "Mercy, Hcnryl" said his mother. "How you have been talking In your sleep. Tou must have been fighting with a robin." "I guess I have. Rut I will never kill ansther bird," sald Henry. "This has taught yuu a lesson, hasn't It?" asked the mother. "Tes, mother. It has. Now I will go and bury tha last bird I ever killed, for I will never kill another." M II', I A True Story About Fido By Rose Kenn1y, Anel 10 Years. Kleventh Street ami Third Corso. Nebraska City, Neb. lied. One cold, wet day In Novomlier a little dog named Fido ran Into a man's store and lay down tinder the stove. The man Was kind-hearted anil told his sons they could keep the dog If tho owner did not como for It. The boys clipped Fldo's hnlr and madn him look like a little lion. They taught him many tricks. The paper boy would throw the paper In and some one passing by would pick It up, so the boys taught Fido to brine In the paper. One morning after Fido had brought the parer In he ran off and came fifrnln to the door with another paper. This he did several time, till ho had brought In all the neighbors' papers. Tho father told the boys they would have to break Mm of the trick, bi they whipped him. After that when he begged to go out at paper time the boys would say: "No, Fido; you were a bad dog. Tou stole papers." I suppose he remembered the whipping. Aimee's Surprise By Orlan Mayers, Age 12 Tears. Lusk. Wyo. Blue. Atmee was a little girl 8 years old. Bhe had never been to a party and often longed to go to one. Bhe had often . told her mother what she thought they did at parties. One day her mother told her that she would try and have a party for her on her ninth birthday. Aimee's birthday was on the Uth of June and so her mother thought ahe would enjoy a lawn party most. On the 6th of June Aimee's mother re ceived a telegram from her sister saying, "Come as soon as possible; am very 111." Aimee's mother left her home in Michigan the next day for Colorado, where her sick slater was. She left A 1 me a with her aunt, and told her she couldn't tell when she would be able to return. Almee felt very down-hearted and thought she wouldn't get to have a party. Finally her birthday came around and hor mother had not yet returned. It' was about 6 o'clock In tha evening and Almee waa sitting in the big ej-m chair reading the Busy Bee's story page, when the door bell rang. 6he rushed to the door and aa she opened It she heard the cry "surprise," and there on tha porch stood several of her little friends with cake and ice cream for re freshmenta. So Almee had her lawn party, even though her mother was away. The Fire By Jeanette McBride, Aged 11 Yeara, Engln, Neb. Blue. One day in April. May, Eveline and NellU were out walking. After going a short dlstanoe Eveline exclaimed, "Why Is that bell ringing?" They all listened, then May said, "I believe It Is the fire bell." They all looked around to see If there was any smoke. , On the east side of them was some smoke. Nellie then spoke up. "Why, It looks like It Is over to our house. Let's go and see." So they all ran over where the smoke seemed .to come from, and sure enough. It was their house. Nellie waa crying by this time, for she thought that maybe her little sister and the baby and her mother were not safe. Just at that moment her mother and little sister cams running up to her. He mother aald: "Run in the house dear, and get baby, she Is in the downstairs bedroom." r "Well, mama, I" I "Don't stop to talk, run In " But ahe did not finish her sentence, be cause Nellie was gone. Nellie brought the baby out and neither one was hurt In tha least. They always called Nellie a brave girl after that. v A Hero By Harold Jensen, Age 12 yenrs, 1S39 Nortff Twenty-third street, Omaha. Red. Andy Moors lived in a log house which had square holes for windows. Below, In the valley, was a railroad traek. One day as Andy was crossing the track, one of the rails was out of place. Just then he heard a low distant noise. Dvar me, the rars are coming. They would soon be t!.' n. Andy never thought of1 any danger to him self. He stood In tha middle of the track with outstretched arms. The etigina whistled, Andy did not move an Inch. Everybody rushed out to see what was the matter. He had saved many lives. Ladles kissed and cried over him. Everybody said, "God bless the brave boy." They took out their purses and made a large sum of money for him. He waa aent to a good school and stood Mgh In his class. He then went to college and there was always plenty of willing bands to help him. Nellie Wonders, Bmall Nellie read aloud from her Bunday school lesson aa follows: "And the king of Nineveh covered hlmsef with sokcloth and sat In ashes." This was a puzzler and finally she saldi "Mamma, what kind of ashes ia satin ashes?" Oh. It In rrand to be a boy; j j Hurrah, hurrah! Thir couldn't be a greater joy; Hurrah, hurrah! When for the summer school la out) Hurrah, hurrah! From morn till night we'll romp and Shouts Hurrah, hurrah!