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El TITE OMAIIA SUNDAY BEEi MAY 31, 1903. 4 ONLY one more week for the Busy Bees to send In their votes for the new King and Queen for the next three months. Several Totes have been received for. Letha Larkln of Norfolk, Neb., and for Buth Ashby of Fairmont, Neb., for the next Queen., A number of the other Busy Bees have received one or two votes, but very few bave been sent in for King. Any of the Busy Bees are eligible except the present Queen, Eleanor Mellor, and King, Willie Cullen, because a new King and Queen are elected every three months. So those who have not voted, send In your votes this week. Some splendid stories were received this week and the prizes awarded to Marjory Bodwell of Norfolk, Neb., on the Red side, Emerson Goodrich of Omaha on the Blue side second, and honorable mention given to Ruth Man ning of Wesslngton Springs, S. D., on the Blue side. Four more of the Bury Bees have Joined postal card exchange this week. The editor requests that the Busy Bees who send in their names for this list will phase write plainly and If any mistakes are made In the names or ad dresses, lot the Busy Bee editor know and the corrections will be made. The list now Includes Jean Dp Iong, Ainswnrth. Neb. Irene McCoy. Hnrnston, Neb. Lillian Morwln. Heaver City, Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennington. Neb. Vera Cheney. Cn .ighton, Nrb. I-nul Malm, David City, Neb. Ruth Ashby, Fairmont. Neb. Eunice Hnde, Fulls City, Nob. Fay Wrlaht. Fifth and Hello streets. Fre- mont, Neb. Ethel Heed, Fremont, Neb. Ifuldn l.undlnirg. ' Fremont, Neb. Marguerite Bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb. - C'lilre Roth, 606 West Koenlg street, Grand Island, Neb. Alice Grussmcyrr, 1M5 C street, Lincoln, Neb. Abre Temrtln, Lexington. Neb. Fxlyth' Krelti,- 1exlngton, Neb. Anna Nel'son. Lexington, Neb. Florence Tettljohn, Ijans Fltie, Neb. , Ton'se Ptlles, Lyons, Neb. Fstelle McT'onnld. Lyons. Neb. Milton Seller, Nebraska City, Neb. Harry Crawford. Nebraska City, Neb. Hnrvey Crawford. Nebraska City. Neb. Marjory Bndwell, 215 South Second street, Norfolk. Neb. Iiitma Murmiardt, Fifth street and Madi son avenue. Norfolk. Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Hester Rutt, Ortavia, Neb. Mayer Cohn, 84i Georgia avenue, Omaha. Oall TToward. 47?2 Cnnltol avenue. Omaha. Juanita Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha. When Naughty Chub Went Fishing By Helena HUB was a little boy. His real name was not Chub, but be cause of his being such a doly-poly little chap the name seemed to suit him better than did the name h had been c christened by, which was Charles Andrew. Now, his mamma and papa both thought that Charles Andrew was entirely too heavy for their son till he should grow to be a big boy, so he was 'called Chubby when a tot and Chub when he rot to be years old. Well, as soon as the fine weather of early summer had set In Chub began beg ging bis mamma to allow him to go to the river, half a mile away from his home, to fish. He had never gone flBhtng alone, for during the previous year he had been too young to go by the river unaccompanied by his father or mother. And he had never fished, either, except In the bathtub, or in tho pretty pond In the back yard where the water lilies grew. And, of course, he had never caught any fish m either of those places. So, with the first summer days Chub began begging and coaxing bis mamma to allow him to go fishing In the big river at the outskirts of town. "Why. Chub. I couldn't think of allow ing you to go to the river alone," explained his mamma "You might fall Into the water or get snake bitten. Oh, there are so many dangers to beset a little man like my Chub when he has neither mother nor father with him. "But I want to go," walled Chub, tears gleaming In his eyes. "Tommy Peters and Fatty Smart went all by themselves yes terday, and Fatty said they pretty nearly catched a big fish oh, as big as as as a elephant." "No. no. no, Chub," said mamma, pursing up her lips and drawing her little son on her knee. "No, dear boy, fishes as large as elephants do not exist In rivers. Whales are the largest fish known, and they stay away out In the octan. So, If Tommy and Fatty thought there was any chance of catching such large fish as they have doubtless described to you they have been misinformed about the slse of river fish. And It is very wrong of them to use such exaggerated forms of speech. Exaggera tion is one kind of falsehood,- you know, dear." "Well, maybe they saw a fish what looked s big to them as an elephant," Insisted Chub. "Fatty said he saw one swimming right under the water where he stood, and If he'd had a fish line and hook he'd 'a caught it." "Well, well, we'll learn more about fish some day soon," promised Chub's mamma, "And for the present you may run and play in the yard. But don't go on mamma's good boy and obeyed mamma we'll have LOOJLLXti iNTKNTLX INTO TUS WAT39 Ada Morris. 3124 Franklin street, Omaha. Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas street, Oman. Helen Goodrloh, 4010 Nicholas street, Omaha. Maurice Johnson, 1H27 Locust street, Omaha. Hlluh Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh street, Omaha. Louts Rnabe, 2C09 North Nineteenth ave- nue. Omaha. Emma Carrnthers, 3111 North Twenty-fifth street, Omaha. Walter Ji.hrson, 2105 North Twentieth street. Omaha. Madge L. Daniels. Ord. Neb. Agnes iCrhmonrt. Orleans, Neb. Zoln Redden. Orloanf. Neb. Txitta Woofis, Pawnee City. Neb. T'nH parkins, TfcrVMne-ton Neb. , Kdlth Amend, flherid.m, Wyo. Fmma Kostal. 151(1 O street, Houth Omaha. Frinn Knls. Stanton, Neb. Clara .Miller, Vtlca. Neb. Mae drunke, West Tolnt, Neb. Elsie Ptnstny, Wilber, Neb. A Its Wllkrn. Waco. Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Renting, York, Neb. Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux. Ta. Ethel Mulholland. Rnx 71, Malvern, la, Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, la. Kathryne Mellor. Malvern, la. MIMre Robertson. Manilla, la, Ruth Robertson, Manilla, la. Saris. flower beds; and don't stray outside the fence. I must go down town on an er rand, and after I return if you've been a a little outing. Sam will hitch old Rodger to the phaeton and Chub may handle the lines. Won't that be Jolly? Now, kiss mamma, and play merrily till she comes hurrying home again In about an hour." Chub watched his mother depart; then he wandered about the yard for a little while. But the confines of the fenced domain held little attraction for him, and he went to the gate and watched the passersby. But pretty soon he found his eyes stray ing toward the line of timber that bor dered the river half a mile away. "I won der how big the fishes in the river are?" he questioned himself. "I bet I oould catch one If If only I oould go there alone. I wonder why mamma won't allow me to go fishing alone? I'm most as big as Fatty, an' he goes with Jest Tommy, an' Tommy isn't much blgger'n me." Then Chub strolled down the side of the fence, going in the direction of the river. "Wish tffat old fence wasn't here," he murmured. "Oh, there's a lot of boards off It down by the alley." Then he ran with all his might to the place where sev eral of the fence boards had been torn away by some men who were digging a place for a new sewer pipe. The men had quit work for the .noon hour, and Chub examined their work tools. But these held, little Interest for him, and soon he found himself outside the fence that confined the yard of his own home and yet he had not gone through the gate nor over the fence. He had walked right out at the place where the workmen had been digging. And it was really very difficult to know Just where his own fence ought to be, for the dirt had been tossed every which way and the line where the fence had been was completely obliterated. So Chub eased his little conscience by thinking he had not really disobeyed his mamma's Instruc tions after all, for ho had not gone outside the fence there being no fence at that par ticular spot Once outside the fence it was very easy to stroll down the alley In the dlreotlon of the river. Of course, Chub had no notion of going far from home. He Just thought to walk along the alley behind the neigh bors' houses and look for stray cats. No cats coming to notice, he went on and on, soon emerging Into the street about two blocks away from his own house. There he stood for a minute, wondering whether he should turn back or continue his walk. Again his eyes sought the line of timber that marked the river bank, and he said again to himself: "I wonder how big the fishes In the river are?" Then, thinking that it would be a long time be fore his mother should return, he decided to walk toward the river for a little piece H HOPIMO TO 3 SCO THE) GREAT F13H. vJ K r m r - Busy Bee Making Good on the . V" I Ki k'W' t ,;i .rf.. 5 X " ' - A., -J.. ' '.' ..-vs.;. 5 -i- i ?V"l' :"- ' V, 'Svr'l 'W- (First Prire.) The t War Between the Fairies and Witches By Marjory Bodwell, Aged 11 years, 218 South EUeventh Street Norfolk, Neb. Red. Once the good fairies and wicked witches had a war. The fairies had their little wands, and the witches their brooms with them. The queen of the fairies started the war because the witches took all the black cats in the world to ride on their brooms with them. The queen of, the cats had complained to the queen of fairies about this, and asked her to help them. Tho war was terrible! The witches magic brooms hit every thing and the fairies were touching the witches with their wands. Every time a fairy touched a witch, the witch would fall to the ground asleep. The fairies were not wicked enough to kill evun a witch. The witches were carried away by cats after they were asleep. They were put In dark cells, where they could do no mirchlef and thoy are there now. Not one of the fairies were hurt for evil has no Impression upon good. We have but few bljck cats in the world now for the witches burned them to death before they went to war, for fear they might escape. If any of the readers can talk cat language ask the nex,t black cat you see about this. He will say It Is true. (Second Prlie.) Uncle Bill's Adventure with a Bear Uncle Bill's Adverjture With a Bear By Emerson Goodrich, Aged 11 Years, 4olo Nicholas Street, Omaha. Blue. "Lets have a story," said John to his Uncle Bill as the fumily sat around the fire place. "All right what shall it be about." "A bear story," cried John. "Well, when I was a little boy we were pioneers in the country nd tho woods were full of bears. We used to have to shoot the bears and sell their skins for that was the only way we could make a living. "So one day I set out on a Jou.ri.ty to kill a bear or two. I hud not gone far until I heard the growl of a bear and con cealing' myself in some bushes, I waited. Soon a little cub came trolling by and I leveled my gun and shot and killed it. The mother bear, hearing the shot poked her nose out of her deu Just In time to see her and to return before hU mammd should do so. And so It happened that Chub did the very thing he should not have done; he disobeyed his dear mamma. And ohoj hi mind was made up to go toward the river he went off at full speed, making the alley dust fly from his Utile fat feet. He hadn't a hat or Jacket, but the day was sj warm that he didn't need them. So on he flew toward the river, his little face beam ing from the sun's rays and dripping with perspiration. The line of trees looked very close. In deed, when viewed from the yard of his own home, but in covering the ground step by step the distance became great and before Chub had reached the fjrst few straggling bushes that led to the greater trees on toe river bank he was quite ex- huuatad. II leai! littd llul UivauI lo gki all the way to the river, but after starting his curiosity bad become so great that be oould not turn back. "I may get a peep )et a fish as big as the one Fatty saw swimming In the water," be said by way of encouraging himself. Once on the bank of the river be wan dered along and along, looking Intently Into the water, hoping to See tho great fish that bad figured In Fatty's "flh story." And In this way be forgot to take notice of the place where be had started from the point where he bad approached the rlvee. After walking for some time he became very tired and sat down to rest a minute. And, as f have said, the day was very warm. Within a very short time LEARNING EARLY TO BE USEFTJU RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS L Write plalaly on ome side of the papa only and number the pages. a. Use pea sd Ink, wot peaoll I. Shert and pointed articles will be glvea preference. So not use over 860 words. 4. Orlgiaal stories or letters only will be need. 6. Write your name, age and ad dress at ta top of tae first page. First and second prises of books will be riven for the best two con tributions to this page each week. Address all communications to . oaasaut's ssPAKTatzirT, Omaha Bee. little cub fall dead and at the same time she saw me and must have thought that I did it for she started after me as fast a she could. I don't believe that I had ever run so fast before in my life as I did then, but nevertheless I reached a log cabin and went in and bolted the door just as the panting mother bear came up. Bhe stood out there for hours it seemed to me, but at last getting tired she strolled away. I then slipped out arxl stole home and nevenj attempted to attack a cub while Its mother was nearby." (Honorable Mention.) How the Busy Bees Choose Queen By Ruth Manning, Aged 12 Years, Wes slngion Spring, 8. V. Blue. Once the Busy Bees of Omaha had so many gcod writers that they knew not which to choose for queen. At last they agreed that tho girl who found' the magic powder that would change any body Into any objects lie wished to be, should be queen. One girl, Earnestlne by name, we will fol low In her search for the maglo powder. Ebrnertlne first wandered through a big, duep forest. Ou her way Uiroutu the woods she met a little brown elf who told Earnestlne that he once - was king of the Busy Bees and that a wicked elf had changed him into an elf. "I was put in charge of the magic pow der," said Carnation, the little elf, "and I will now tell you where to find it. Chub's eyes had gone shut and Chub's head had dropped upon the sou, green grass behind him. Then Chub slept and dreamed of fishing. After a little a biid'd shrill note caused him to waku, and, le calllug where he was, ho started up quickly, determined to run home with all possible speed. He had entered a reap bend In the river and was now confuted as to which direction he had come fiom. As a matter of fact be started homeward the wrong way, taking the direction which led him further and further away frum the de sired destination. And so the time went on and Chub's feet were weary and sore. He climbed the Lank several times to look for the town, but somehow the church spires and tall houses had disappeared from the face of the earth. Chub's heart sank with fear. Was he lost? The truth of the matter was that In walking In the wrong direction he bad followed a curve in the river which led him away from the town, and threw a long hill between that place and his pres ent location. Then poor little Chub realised his dear mamma's wisdom In refusing to allow him to go to the river alone. He sat down and wept tears of real anguish. Somehow, he felt that he would never see his dear home, his darling papa and mamma again. And there were old Rodger, the borse, little Sport, bis pet doggie, 'and Tabby, the cat, and Fiddler, the canary bird. Oh I none of these would be ever behold again. Oh, oh, how very naughty be bad been to run away! And that great, tig flab that Old Farm Search for it in the hollow of the oak tree yonder and then take It to the Busy Bees." Earnestlne thanked Carnation and hast ened to the oak tree.. Walking through the hollow, she cam to a little room with a large box in 1L The box was labeled "Magic Powder." "But how can I carry "so large a box?" Earnestlne said, puzzled. She stooped down and touched the box and to her wonder It Immediately became small. After hastening back to the Busy Bees, and presenting to them the magic powder, Earnestlne was made queen. I'm sure she made the best queen the Busy Bees ever had. A Brave Dog By Letha Larkln, Aged 14 ears, Norfolk, Neb. Blue. Leroy and Jack, his dog, were walking through the woods one day when a hungry wolf darted In front of them. Seeing Leroy, it made a dash for him, but Jack was too quick. He sprang in front of Leroy, thus attracting the wolfs atten tion. The wolf snapped and bit, but Jack fought bravely on, while his strength was failing. Meanwhile Leroy had run home to tell his father (Mr. Ludurg). As Leroy told the story, his father turned pale, for be knew the dog had saved his son's life. "Make haste," said Mr. Ludurg. "We must save Jack." Mr. Ludurg took his gun and Leroy along, but when they reached the spot, there lay Jack bleeding and the wolf tear ing his flesh. Mr. Ludurg took one aim and killed the wolf, but Jack soon died. Leroy mourned over his dog, as If it were a brother, and never was a burial known in that village any better. Jack's wounds were dressed, and he looked like he was asleep. Leroy's wish was to have a real coffin for his dog, and his wish was granted. Jack was burled near the woods, near his little master's home. Leroy carries flowers every day to that little grave. If you go and look there now, you will seo a little stone at the head of his grave, and on It Is written: "Here lies the dog hero, who saved the life of his Utile master and sacrificed his own.- Kittie's Roller Skates By Madge L. Daniels, Aged 14 Years, Ord, Neb. Blue. "Why Kitty Cameron, what a dreadful report card to brim home." Pretty Kitty gave her heud a little toss and answered, "I know lis dreadful, mamma, but I can't help It" "Oh. Kitty, I am so dlsuppolnted in you." At this reply from her mother Kitty looked up quickly and said, "Why mama do you care so much about my old re port card?" "Yes, I care very much Indeed. If this continues you cannot hope to be pro moted and you . will dislike very much to remain In the same room next year." "Mama, Jls the whispering, but I will try to do better. Indeed I will." The next afternoon Kilty came rushing home from school. "Oh mama. Us the fashion to have roller skates, the window Fatty had bragged about! It was all a two-story fib, that was Just what It was! How long this might have lasted we can not say had not a dear voice ut that mo ment cried out: "Chubby, dear!" And Chub looked up through his tears to see bis own mother coming down the hill to ward him. Ho forsot his disobedience In the moment of extreme happiness and ran to greet her. "Oh, manmia, I've been lost." he cried, fresh tears streaming from his eyes. "Yes, and hadn't It been for an old farmer whom I met on the road you might never have been found," said his mother. "I missed you from home, and thoke work men in the back yard said they had seen you going off toward the river about noon. Bo I followed the path this way. On reach ing the road I didn't know which direction ta turn to look for you. An old mill hap pened to have seen you coming this way and put me on your track. Otherwise you might have been lost over night Now, you see what your disobedience has done for you? I bad planned a little fishing picnic for you this afternoon and went to town for the fishing rod end line. And after everything had been arranged you spoiled It all ly running sway. No not a word, my naughty child! You have dis obeyed my orders, and you shall go straight home and get into bed withoirt your dinner or supper. No, do not protest; you must be punished. Had you been a good boy and obeyed mamma your day would have been a glorious one." And In his heart Chub vowed to never disubey bis mamma gain. of Mr. Simmon's hardware store is. full of thstn and all the girls are going to get a pair this very night. Give me tho money quick. I want to have my first Pick." "You cannot have them Kitty." "Cannot have them, why, Mdma Cameron, what do you mean? When papa haa more money than any one." "The money does not matter," her mother replied. "When your report card Is improved you may have the skates." The next month Kitty tried hard and did much better but It was nnl until the end of the third month that all the little girls gathered at Kitty's hone one night after school to teach her o Fkate on her new rollers. The Young Hero By George D. Loan. Aed 12 Years. ID W. 8th St. Gland Island, NeH lted. Clangl Clang! 1 Clang! ! ! The alarm rang through the city. Up Jumped the firemen, who were In their place In a minute. Out shot the charge) s. down through the avenue they dashed until the scene of the fire was reached. The cries and shrieks of the occupants, mingled with the hoarse shouts of the fire men, told only too plainly that the fire was beyond human control. Every oc cupant was at the windows rushing wildly onto the ladders and fire escapes, the wulls falling behind them. Someone spied a helpless family standing on the top floor, the red flames shooting up around them like a huge pillar of fire. Who could rescue them? The young mascot of the fire depart ment. Just a boy, was seen to be climb ing a pole, the crowd stood breathless. On and up he went, bearing the rope which had been thrown to him. Higher and higher he went until he reached them. Fastening his rope ha sent them down to the breathless crowd, who carried them to safety. As the last child was started the building fell with a crash, and with one desperate effort he threw himself for ward. Far out into the street he fell. The crowd hurriedly gathered around the sense less form. At last he opened his eyes, and whispered almost lnaudibly: "I'm not afraid to die. I did what I could." His eyes closed again, and with ono last gasp, he smiled, and died. The crowd was hushed. Of all the deaths they had seen this was by far the saddest. In the ensuing quiet, the fire chief spoke up: "This boy, our brave little friend, has done a deed which no man had courage to do." His voice broke, but he managed to falter, "May God give him the reward he failed to receive on earth!". Our Picnic By Ronald Wyckoff. Aged 9 Years. Wibler, Neb. Blue. Once upon a time there was a little boy named Robert. Robert's teacher's name was Miss Brown. She told the children that they were going to have a plcnlo Friday afternoon In the woods. So Friday they all brought their lunches. It was a nice warm day and Mr. Brown took them all out in his wagon. The children were so happy, and the boys played ball and the girls played hide and seek. After they got tired playing they ate their liinches under the shade of the trees. After the children got through eat ing, they all played hide and seek till five o'clock and then went home. On their way home they got so tired walking that they sat down under some shade trees to rest and when they got home they told their mothers what a good time they had had. Brave John By Edith Pont. Aged S Years, Stanton, ' Neb. Blue, Once there was a little boy named John. His parents were poor as church mice. Church mice are very poor, Indeed. There are no pantries in church, for there Is no bread to put on ths pantry selves. John lived in a cottage by the railroad track. John liked to watch the trains pass the house. One day as he was walking by the railroad truck he saw a little girl with her foot caught In the track. It was nearly train time. He ran tt jfet her foot out. He told Alice (for that was the girl's name) to unbutton her shoe. So Alice unbuttoned her shoe. Just at the right moment he pulled her foot out, for the train wa coming round the bend. Alice's father was a rich man. When ho heard how John saved Alice he sent him to school. John became a wise man and Alice became a wise woman, but Alice never forgot her brave John. One Saturday Afternoon By Anna Nellsen, Atred 12 Years, Lexing ton, Neb. Blue. One Saturday afternoon when Mrs. Bevis was gotng out calling, Will came running in and asked his mother if he could not have a bon fire. Mrs. Bevis was busy pin ning on her veil and told him that he might have a smsll one If he was very careful not to burn up the sticks she had saved for her sweet peas. Will was so happy that he ran out and gathered up all the boys in the neighbor hood to eome and help him, because he was going to have a large fire. They took everything they saw in sight that thoy thought would burn. Will himself even took his mother's sticks she had saved for her peas. The boys were so excited they could not wait to get It lighted. Mib. Bevis was Just starting home when she heard the fire whistle and saw smoke in the direction of her. house. She saw the firemen running and when she got home found that their barn was on fire. Poor Will! He cried himself lo sleep that night and said that he would never be so naughty any more. Tommy's Lonesome Day By Jessie Shew. Aged 11 Years. 22 North Twelfth Street, Lincoln, Neb. Red. Tommy had planned to go fishing Sat urday. But, oh, when he woke up that morning what do you think. It was rain ing. All of bis fun was spoiled. What cculd'bc do? Ua begin to cry. Ilia trnd ma saw him. "Why, Tommy, why don't you read your story book?" "I have read it" "Read It again." "I have." "Well, come let us play store." So Tom was very much pleased. He got all his books and playthings and fixed a store. He was to be the storekeeper, so he must go and solicit. H got on his chair horse. "Whoa, here wo are." Tommy knocked ut the djor. "Come In," said Grandma. "Well, what will you have this morning?" "Well. I'd like a pound of sugar and a pound of ribbon." Tommy oould hardly keep from laughing. "We sell ribbon by the yard." "Alright, a yard of ribbon, a yard of peanuts." "Oh, Mrs. Smith we have pear.uts by the quart r plat" "Well, scad us a quart" Just then, what was that? Happy Mr. Sunt "Well Mrs. Smith I will send your groceries the next t!me it rains." "lood day," said Mrs. Smith. "Good day," said Tommy. "Oh, Grandma what a good time I hv when you pi ly with me," said Tommy as he went out to play. Elinor's Prize By Louise Stiles. Aue 12 Tears, Lyons, Neb. ltluo. It was nearing the end of the Scool term and on the last day there was to be a great spelling match. It was to be between the eighth and ninth grades, and a prlzo of had been offered for the wlnn r. The last two weeks tho two gra.lcs had been having a review of All tha words they had hud that year. Klinor Mason, the "crack" speller of the elRhth gr.tdt!. had tnlf-scd the review, for she had been kipt at homo on account ut sickness. On the day of the spelling match Klinor had been allowed to go to sr'inol lo da what she could to help out hi r giu.'o. She went rather early to get n ehanca to study some of the hardest words in her spel.lng book. It was before school was called, and no ono elne was in (ho room except Miss Bradley, the teacher, who soon left the room for a moment. As she passed Elinor's Beat a paper flut tered from a book that sho held in her hand. No one noticed it at first, but Eli nor soon saw it and picked It up. It was the list of spelling Words that was to be given to her grade. Sho glanced over the words, then as she realized that she was cheating, she arose and placed the paper on the teacher's desk. But It was too late. Bhe bad seen sev eral of the words, and ono of them she did not know. Then as she glanced down at her book she saw that very word. When the spelling match began it hap pened that that word was given to Elinor. She spelled It correctly. The eighth grade won and Elinor won the prize. But she was not very happy, for sha knew she had cheated. Before she went home that night she told the teacher all about It The teachers decided that as they did not know who would have won, they would divide the $3 between Elinor and Mary Brown, the last to go down on her side. After that Elinor could fully enjoy her money, for though she did not have quite so much, at least she had not cheated. A Day in a Hive By Ruth Ashby, Aged 18 Years, Fairmont, Neb. Blue. It was a warm day and the bees sat around fanning themselves. They were like bees and yet they were like people. A huge hive was their home, and It was furnished like a home. While they were fanning, on Mttle be announced that a carriage was coming. They hastily set the room to rights, and soon the little bee came In with a new one. "This is Ruth Manning," she. said. "You stay here and I'll go and Introduce her to the queen." Ruth glanced around her. One- little bee was Industriously writing. Tills on was Introduced as Maurice Johnson. They went into a room marked "Private. Ex-Klngs and Queens." An old white-haired king and queen came to greet, her. These were Louise Raabe and Maurice Johnson. Then came all the rest of the queens, Ruth Ashby, Augusta Klbler, Gall Howard, Nora Cullen and the rest. Then they went into the present king and queen's room. On a huge goldon throne rat a beautiful young queen, Eleanore Mellor, and by her Bide was tho king, Wllllo Cullen. The queen greeted Ruth graciously and then took hor back to the rest. They had a ball in honor of Ruth Man ning In the evening. Everything was lighted up with Japanese lanterns. All the red side wore red dresses and tho blue side Vore blue ones. When It was over the busy bees dis persed to be ready for tho next happy day In their bea hive. How Herold Was Changed By Vera Cheney, Aged IS Years, Crelghton, Neb. Red. There was once a little boy named Her old Gross. His parents were very rich He had many little boy playmates who were rich like himself. He also had a lit tle boy playmate who was not rich. HIS name was Frank Swan. Herold did not let the other boys with whom he played know that he played with Frank. Ha would only play with Frank when the other boys would not play with him. Whenever Her old was with other boys and Frank spoke to him he would not answer. One day Herold and some of bis other friends were down fishing. Frank was along. Some how when Herold went to cross the foot bridge he slipped and fell Into the water. Ha could not swim so he Just yelled. Frank was the only one who could swim, so quick as thought he Jumped Into the water and rescued Herold. After that Herold was never ashamed to own Frank as a playmate. Frank wns rewarded by the sum of 1150, of which he was very proud. And when Hcrold's father gave him the money he said, "No more washing fur mamma." Labyrinth Puzzle A and li were two old fcitilors who lived In hi.UM.-s on top a cliff -like, rock In the middle of a deep bay A man brought pro visions and mall to them once a week. On making the peiilous ai-ci-nt to the houses which one did he re.icli first? The path was a very crooked one utid crossed and recroHsed Itself many times before tt reached the summit. Follow (he black line leading from the boat landing and thus you Wtfl trsvo tia ti'joi'a wiiidluM wjc " i s i n n i issnw i mm V (' f ' V Y