Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, September 27, 1908, HOME SECTION, Page 2, Image 26
E THE OMAITA SUNDAY BEE: SEPTEMBER 27, 1P03. 1 THE BUSV DEES have been sending in some Interesting pictures, but not as many stories as usual. Consequently the same Busy Bees are winning the prizes, as they are Bending In good storls every week. The first prize Is awarded this week to a little girl who wrote a good Indian story. Now the boys should be able to write better adventure stories than the girls. The editor would like to receive some lamping stories, for a number of the Busy Bees have written that they were camping this summer and had a splendid time, and this would be a good sub ject for the boys to write about, too. When writing stories, the Busy Bees must read the rules, and remember to write only on side of the page. Some of the Busy Bees are writing so many postal cards that they do not have time to write as many stories as formerly, but they like to te&i the stories the other Busy Bees write. Now, these are the Drone Bees instead of the Busy Bees. Some of our prize wlnnners have written that they are get ting some of their little friends to Join the Busy Bees and write for us. These little workers are the real Busy Bees. Prizes were awarded this week to Alta Wllken of Waco, Neb., on the Red side, and Orlan Mayers of Lusk, Wyo., on the Blue side. Honorable mention was given to Rena N. Mead of Blair, Neb., on the Blue side. The answer to last week's illustrated rebus was: "Last week the girls and boys started to school with their bookB under their arms." Correct an swers were sent in by Willie Nielsen and Hollls Pauline Seward, both of Omaha. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name Is on the Postcard Exchange, which now includes: Jean De Ixwf. Mrisworth, Neb. Irene McCoy, Barneton. Neb. Lillian Merwln, Heaver City. Nab. Mabel Witt. IJennington. Nab. Agnes Dahmke, Benson, Neb. Vera Cheney. Crelghton, Neb. Iouls Halm, David City, Neb. Kunlce Bode, Falls City, Neb. Fay Wright, Fifth and Belle streets,. Fre mont, Neb. Ethel Heed, Fremont. Neb. Hulda Lundburc, Fremont, Neb. Marguerite Bartholomew. Gothenburg, Neb. Jessie Crawford. 406 Wert Charlea street Grand Inland, Neb. Lydla Roth, 606 West Koenlg street, Grand Ialand, Neb. Ella Voss, 407 West Charles street. Grand Ialand, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Edythe Krellr, Lexington, Neb. Anna Nellson, Lexington, Neb. Alice Grassmeyer, 1645 C street, Lincoln, Neb. KNIe Hamilton, 2029 t afreet, Lincoln, Neb. Irene lusher, 2030 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Hughle Pishcr, L street, Lincoln. Neb. Louise 6tlles, Lyons, Neb. ' Estelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb. Milton Selzer, Nebraska Cty, Neb. Harry Crawford. Nebraska City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb.' I.uclle Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Lctha Larkln, South Sixth street, Nor folk, Neb. Km ma M.-rfiuardt, Fifth street and Madi son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred F. Jones. North Loup, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Leshara. Neb. Hester K. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Lillian Wirt, 415S Cass atreet, Omaha. Mever Cohn, Me Oeorgla avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, J424 Franltlln street. Omaha, Myrtle Jensen. iSOtt Izard street, Omaha, Gull Howard,, 47 J Capitol avenue, Omaha. Helen Heurk,'162S Lothrop street. Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 1707 Leavenworth atreet, Omaha. Little Marie's First Day at School Sy Helena Saris. fMvsteUJu Hi, aearie, jump up um quiivijr I g 1 as you can. This is to bs your I j I first day at school, and it's I J alniut nVlrtnlr now Com. open your blue eyes wide 'and don't let that old monster, i-,n.iii. ;. get a nip at you." It waa little Marie's mamma, who was calling her from her morning's sleep. And Marie, rubbing her eyes, remembered that the day Just begun was to be one full of Interest for her, for alia Was to start to school that morning. And Marls 1 had never been In any sort of school befors. Her parents had thought It best to keep her out of the kindergarten, as she was not very rugged, and they wished her to be out of doors as much as possible, where ahe'd grown strong and healthy. But during the summer Marie had had a birthday, and ah was now 6 years old. But she waa a very little miss for her years, and as there were no other children In her home she was still her mamma's baby and her papa's only pet. And so they had moved from the coun try Into town, where Marie might have the advantages of schooling due a little miss of 6. And such lovely books shs had, too, and a slats and a long, sharp pencil. Oh, Marie, had gone into ecstacy the Saturday before, when her mamma had brought to her the fine book and slate satchel so filled with all neoessary school things. There was a sponge, too, with which to wash her slate. And a dear little box which held her slate pen cil and lead pencil, and another to hold her two witting pens. Maris was to be come a great scholar, so papa declared. And Marie was determined not to disap point him. As soon as Breakfast Was over Marie's manuiu took her to the school house, which waa sevsral blouks away. And when mamma led her Into the room where the "primary grade" was kept Mario was so glad to see It was filled with kittle boys and girla'like herself. Some were a bit tuller and a bit older, perhaps, and aomn were even younger than Marie. But not one was so small, so Marie was to be the "baby" of the grade. So said the preUy falr-haird teacher who came down OH. PLEASE, TEACHER, I'M SO Mabel Bholfelt 4914 North Twenty-fifth street, Oman. Wllma Howard. 4723 Capitol avenue. Omaha. Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas street, Omaha, Helen Goodrich, 40X0 Nicholas street, Omaha. Maurice Johnson, 1627 Locust - street, Omaha, Hllah FiBher. 1110 South Eleventh street, Omaha. Louis Raabs, !M0 North Nineteenth ave nue, Omaha. Emma Carruthers, 8311 North Twenty-fifth atreet, Omaha. Walter Johnson, 8406 North, Twentieth street, Omaha. Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth street, Omaha. Genevieve M. Jonea North Loup, Neb. Juanlta Innes. 276 Fort street, Omaha. Madge I Daniels, Ord. Neb. Agnes Richmond. Orleans, Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Marie Fleming, Osceola, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. Karl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb. Emma Kostal. 1616 O street, South Omaha. Ethel Enls, Stanton, Neb. Edna Enls. Stanton, Neb. Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Nen, Clara Miller, I'tira, Neb. Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb. Elsie Btastny, Wllber. Neb. Alta Wllken, Waco. Neb. Mary Fredrick, York, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Kdna Behllrg. York, Neb. Carrie B. Bartlett, Fontanelle, la, Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, la, Ethel Mulholland, Box 71, Malvern. t Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, la. Kathryna Mellor, Malvern, la. Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la, Ruth Robertson, Manilla. la. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Henry L. Worklnger, care Sterling Rem edy company, Attica, Ind. the aisle to greet Maria's tnamma and make Marie's acquaintance. "What a little dear I" exclaimed teacher, stooping to put her arms about the little stranger. "And we'll become the greatest friends, won't we, dearT" And Marie, so happy, smiled and said: "Yes's, we'll be very good frens, indeed." (Although Marie was 6 years old there Were a few words she could not pronounce very easily. And friends waa one of them). Then the teacher and the mamma had a little private talk while Marts ar ranged her books and slats and pencils and sponge and writing pens In the dear est little desk that had been assigned her by teacher. Oh, what a Joy to have a desk for her very own to remain hers till she should learn so muoh that She would bs promoted to another room, whore the desks were bigger! Marie was very proud that morning, too, and extremely happy. Then mamma kissed Marie good-bye and went home, telling Marie that shs must not stop to play when school was dismissed f ir the noon hour, but to hurry home tor her luncheon. And aguln Marie felt very proud to think that her mamma was going to allow her to go to and from the big school house alone. She was, Indeed, be coming a big girl to bs allowed so much liberty. Then the sdiool was called to order and teacher talked so sweetly to the little ones assembled about her. And what a lovely lot Of girls and boys they were, Marie thought as she looked all about the room. When, teacher said they'd sing a song Marie was glad, for she loved to Sing, and her clear voice rang out louder than any of the others when a song was sung that she liked. "Well, Marie, you have a fine voice and sing very well," said teacher. "And I csn sing lots of songs," declared Marie. "If you'd like for me to sing 'Old Saint Nick,' I'll do so." "Not now, dear," smiled teacher. "We'll have our lesson now. But soms Friday aftorrtoon you may sing 'Old Saint Nick' for us if you like." "Then I'll sing 'Little Bo-Peep' this morn ing If you'd rather have it than 'Old Saint TIRED AND WOVLD RATHER PI-AT. ' . .. ... ... - M H4. , 1 ' , i.aa;s, BUTII RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS X. Write plainly o on side of Ui paps only and number the pagss. t. Use pea and ink, aot penell a. Baort and pointed articles will be given preference. XX not use ever 50 words. 4. Original stones letters only will bo used. 6. Writs yonr asms, age and ad dress at the top of toe fiist pags. rirst and seoond prises of books will bs given for the best two con tributions to this page sack week. Address all 00 mm mil cation to oaoXiBMxra dspajitiixtt, Omaha Bee. (First Prise.) , Jack's Adventure By Alta Wllken, Aged 13 Years, Waco, Neb, Red. Jack Robbln's father and mother had moved1 west when he waa but a llttlo boy, so that he had never known anything but this horns out on the prairie. He loved the free life and when he had finished his work he would mount his horse and go fly ing over the country, just as happy as a boy could bs. Ills father had taught him to use a gun when he was but a little fel low and now It is One of his greatest treas ures. One evening Jack and his father had gone out to Shoot some game for breakfast. They hoped that some deer might come across their way, and they had climbed up on a platform that Jack's father had built in a tree to wait for It. Soon they heard the gallop Of horses and their hearts nearly Stood still. When they saw a doscn or tnoro Indians riding towards them Jack's father motioned for him to be quiet and they laid there and watched. Both thought Of mother at home. The Indians dis mounted not far from them and they learned that they had come to attack the Battlers. Something must be done quickly and quietly. As tarefully as possible they climbed down. Jack must go one way and his father another. Jack was a brave boy, so on he Sped from house to house, warning the men. Boon a body of men gathered together and the Indians were attacked and killed. Oh, how proud of their boy Jack's father and mother were. (Second Prise.) Playing Hookey By Orean Mayes, Aged 12 Years, Lusk, Wyo. Blue. It Waa Tuesday night and Harold and Frank were walking home from school, when Harold said, "I'm getting tired of euhool. What do you say to playing hookey tomorrow?" "All right," said Frank. "I'll take some pancakes and meat from the breakfast table for lunoh for us. Just pre tend you are going to school, and instead, run down to the big gate In the meadow. I'll be there waiting for you. Then we'll Nick,' " said Marie, anxious to show what she could do with a little song all by her self. "And whea I'm home 1 can play it on the piano." "Not this morning, dear," said teacher. "And how you know wa all rr.uct be very quist It's study hour now, my dear, arid you mustn't move about In your seat nor Whisper to any Of the pupils. After awhile we'll have reresa; then you may run out and play for fifteen minutes snd have fine sport." Then teacher called a olasa and began giving them their leseon, marking off a whole page to be learned, much to Marie's astonishment But ss the day wore on Marie became Very tired of the quiet of the schoolroom and of the monotony of the little ones' voices In recitation. As her mamma bad taught her all her Utters and to read through the first reader, and to write ever so many words, Marie was put Into a class of boys and girls that formed the "A class." At first Marie enjoyed reading, spelling and writing. The her naiad grew tired of books and she began looking about at her little schoolmates. First her eye caught a red, curly head sitting back of her. The bead belonged to a very funny little chap, Johnny Rogers by name. He saw. Marie Ex-Oueen on Her Vacation 1 . J nslH . -.4. . .' . . ,"... ASHBY AND HER BROTHER AT ESTE3 go down by the stream under the trees and have lots of fun." Next morning when Harold went down to breakfast he put several pieces of toast In his pocket and started off. He got down as far as ths bakery when he happened to think Of a quarter he had In his pocket. 80 he went In and bought some doughnuts and buns and went on down to the meadow, where he found Frank waiting for him. They were In wading and splashing In the water and having a merry time, when Harold cried. "Ouch! Help! My foot!" Frank turned around and found that Harold had stepped on a piece of glass and cut his foot badly, which meant they must go and confess to mother where they had been. They decided that playing hookey was not as much fjn as they thought It would be. (Honorable Mention.) Mildred's Problems By Reni N. Mead. Ased 12 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue. "Helen can't you help me get my pro blems?" "No, Mildred, I can't help you, I havs my Latin to get." Mildred Was only twelve years old and was going to a classical school in the city. She Was finding her problems In reduction and proportion very hard. Mildred was hard to suit and when mamma or Helen tried to help they never did them quite right. Miss Stone didn't do them that way. On this particular evening Mildred was left to herself because mamma was out and sister had her Latin to get. "I wish mamma would not make me go to school." said Mildred to herself. "I do hot like It. I can't get the work and I Just don't see any good In It." After a bit Mildred rose to leave the room When Helen asked If she got her problems. "I got two," replied Mildred. "How many did you have?" "We had two In reduction and ons In ato portion." ' "Which didn't you get?" "I didn't get the proportion. "Why. Mildred, don't let It go," said Helen as Mildred showed signs of leaving. "I did try It," said Mildred, and I just couldn't get It." "Try It again, Mildred, perhaps you csn get It." "No I'm going to bed." "Very well, Miss Stone will scold you." "I don't care If she does." said Mildred, slamming the door behind her. Mildred ascended the stairs to her room feeling very miserable because sister Helen hsd reproached her. "I Just wish there were no such things Ss school," said Mildred to herself as she crawled In between the warm blankets. Presently Mildred began to dream. She dreamed shs was a poor girl with no father or mother, no cozy bed and good school to go to. m She had one room In a tenement house. In one corner was a pile of straw and one quilt for a bed. Oh! How she looking him over and winked mischievously at her. This show of friendliness o pleased Marie that she called out to him: "Say, boy, what's your name? You're awfully funny-looking. What dreadful big " . But Marie's remarks were cut short by teacher, who came quickly to her side, say ing: "Oh, my dear little girl, you must not talk In time of books. No, turn around In your seat and write the words I gave you." "Oh, please, teacher, I'm tired and would rather play," said Marie, not thinking for a moment that It was anything out of the way for her to do Just as she liked any where end at any time. "You see, I'm sleepy when I lock at by books, and I'd rather plsy for a while." By this time all the p.iplls were laughing St Marie, for evvry onu there save herself hnd been In school be'ore. And teacher was smiling In spite of herself, although she tried to prevent the children seeing her amusement. She led Marbi into an empty classroom aoross the hall and explained the rules of the school to her. When she had finished she aaked: "Now, my dear little Marie, don't you think you can alt quietly In your desk for Just seven minutes? It will then be recreation time and you may go out of doors and play." "Oh, I'll try ever so hard," smiled Marie, -,y - . . ! PARK. wished she had a mother and father. Where was her nice bed and her good school gone? She woke up crying about these things. My I Waa she a poor, homeless, psrcntlcss, schonless child? No! She had only been dreaming. Oh, how glad she was It waa only a dream. Next morning she reported her problems perfect. She likes her work now. You may be sure Mildred did not again think her teacher unreasonsble, or wish that there was no such things as school and that her mother would not make her go. Hilda's Dream By Marie Shook. Aged 11 Years. Omaha, Neb, Blue. Hilda bad been a naughty girl and her mamma had sent her to bed without her supper. She soon dropped off to sleep and dreamed she visited the home of the Busy Bees. While she was there she ssked the Queen Bee If she ever put the busy bees to bed without their supper. "I never need to. They sre always good," said the Queen Bee. "I wish I could always be good," sighed Hilda. "You ran," said the Queen Bee. "How?" "Always do what you know Is right, and If you don't know whether It's right or wrong ask your mother. That Is the way the Busy Bees do." "Oh, la It? Thank you. I will always try to do right." Just thein she awoke and told her mother about her dream, and she has never had to bo put to bed without her Supper since then. The Little Hero By Ronald Wyrkoff. Aged. 9 Years. Wll ber. Neb. Blue. Once upon a time there was a little boy whose name was Harry Stsnley. One duy his mother sent him to town with some butter and told him to come back before dak, so Harry took the butter and started. On his way he saw a stream of water which was coming from the river and he knew that If he did not stop the water It would flood the neighborhood. When the little boy did not get back befors dark his mother was worried and went to look for him. She saw him coming and asked him, why he did not get back sooner. Ho told her and Henry's mother called him a little hero. A Visit to the Mine By George Netherly. Aged, years. Lead, 8. 1. Blue. This Is a very hilly country not like Kearney, where we used to live. We live close to the White rocks. Some times my papa and mamma and I go up to them. Then we ran see all the town like little toy houses and toy trains and toy people. Now, I will tell you about Lead. We go there on the trolley. The Homestake Is there. That Is a very large gold mine. A man waa blasting and set the mine afire. He went to dinner and when he got back the smoke was so strong they could not get to the fire; so they put a pipe away over to the creek and Just let the creek run Into the mine. After a long time the mine got full of water and the fire was put out. Then they dipped out all the water with big buckets on long ropes run by bis engines. Papa and mamma took me to see. Then we saw the large stamp mill. Thj man at the door let us In. The gold ore fell down In the water right under the big stamps and waa crushed Into dust and her blue eyes looking up into teacher's, but there was not a gleam of mischief in them. Marie was but a baby a happy, dear, good natured little baby, If shs was t years old. "Well, you'll soon get accuatnmed to school, dear, and then you'll nut mind studying and keeping quiet," said teacher. And that noon, when Marie went home, she ran to her mamma With: "Oh, mamma, t waa very noisy and disobedient this morn ing, though I didn't mean to be. I Just forgot. And teacher say I'll learn how to behave after a while. Won't that be nlctt But? mamma, I'm sure I'll always laugh whenever I look back of me and see that boy with the red head and freckles. He's as funny as the clown on the circus.' "Then you mustn't look behind you," exp'.ained the mamma. "And perh.ipi after you get acquainted with the l.ltle boy you'll not think him an comical." "Oh, yes, I shall, for he winks at me. And 11 makes his face go all into a bunch like this." And Marie winked one pretty blue eye and screwed hor fate all up aa funny as could be, and her mamma laughed, caresaing her dear little girl who had had auch a new experience that morning at school her first day at school, though she was years old. washet away by the red water. The noise, and the wheels and the belts scared ma and I almost cried. This Is all I remember. Our Trip to the Country Mabel Neumaycr. Aged. U Years. 32? North Wheler St., Urand Island, Neb. Blue. In the month of August, on a Thursday, Mamma and my two brothers and I got ready to go to my uncle's farm. We were to stay until Sunday night. Te first night we went to bed early and got tip early, ato our breakfast and went to the granary to swing, and then Henry and George, and my two brothers and I went out to the orchard. When wa came back wo ato dinner. In the afternoon, my cousin, mamma and emallcst brother went to town. After supper they milked the cows and strained and separated the milk. Then we went to bod. Next morning wa went to the pond for pond lilies. Next day we rode horseback and hnd lots of fun. The next evening we went borne. Pa-pa was as glad to see us as if we had been gone a month. Johnnie's Band By Helen Reynolds, Aged 10 Years. Nor folk, Neb. Red. Johnnie had no father and his mother waa very poor. They lived In the alums of Chicago, The only plaything Johnnie had was an old horn, which a llttlo boy had given him, and he would stand on the street corner blowing it. One day Johnnie's mother became very alck and a kind lady with a little boy passed Johnnie's house where he was sitting on the porch. The lady asked him what the matter was and he told her his mother was sick. Tho lady went In and gave Johnnnle's mother some money and went for a doctor, and be Prattle of the "How do you like your new teacher, Tommy?" "Aw, fine. She dresses swell and she knows a lot o' slang and I guess she'll get along with me all right." "Dear papa," wrote the little girl at the summer resort, "I have gained six ounces In weight since we came here. Mamma sends her love. Please write to us to morrow. Send your love and all the money you can spare." "Johnny, your face waa dirty this morn ing and now It Is dirty again," "No'm, It ain't" Why, Johnny, It Is! Look at It In the glass." "No'm, It ain't dirty again; It's dirty yet" "What are you going to be when you are a man. Tommy?" "I 'am going to be an aeronaut like Mr. Wright" "Why do you choose that profession, my boy?" "Because It Is the quickest way to get up In the world." The two little granddaughters of Dr. S. Weir Mltohell were showing a now gov erness their treasures of bouse and gar den. Behind a box hedge they paused. Real Babes in By Annie HEY had not lived In the coun try long; the Browns had not They had just moved into the pretty farm house a few days before the things told of In this story happened. There T were Papa Brown, Mamma Brown, Bulger Brown (a little boy) and Sissy Brown (a llttlo girl). Now, before I go any further, I must tell you that Bulger's real sure-enough name was not Bulger; It was Pranklyn James. And Sissy Brown'a real sure enough name was not Sissy, but waa Stella May. But aa Papa and Mamma Brown al ways called them Bulger and Sissy It Is better for me to do the same. So, let them be known in this story which Is a very short one as Bulger and Sissy. Well, on the third day after the Browns had moved Into their new country home Bulger and Sissy went Out Into the big yard to play. And after they had explored every Inch of tho yard they decided to investigate the barnyard. And It was such loads of fun to chase the big rooster about the barnyard, and to hear the hena cackle aa If they were quarreling with them for their mischief. Then they visited the pig pen. And, such a funny lot of little piggies there were In It, too, trotting about tails twisted Into knots over their backs after a very fat mother who grunted, grunted, grunted every minute,' and who looked to wards Bulger and Sissy with a distrustful glance. Then there waa nothing new for Bulger and Sissy about the house, yard and barn yard. , And they stood looking at each other, wondering where they should go. Bulger, being 6 years old, spoke first. "Let's go down yonder." And he pointed to a line of timber about a quarter of a mile from the house. Slaty, being 4 years old, trusted to her big brother's Judgment and said: "All wight, buver." Then away the two tottllngs went, hand In hand, toward the dark woods. "It'a very big an' dang'rous," explained Bulger, pointing to the line of timber. "Maybe bears are there.' lip w Jw AT LAST THET BAT One of the Prize Winners ; - v ' f ' 4 v ',; OREAN MAYES, Lusk, Wyo. said she would not be well for a long time. They went to stay with the lady until Ms mother was well. The lady asked him his name and he told her Mark. She said that was her name, 'too. When Mrs. Mark got well they found out that the lady was Johnnie's aunt, and she took them to live with her. Youngsters "This Is the place where our birds are buried," said one of the children. At the head of a tiny grave was placed a white board. Printed on It in irregular characters with a lead pencil were these words: "Here He our robins; one a week old, one only an egg" The worthy Sunday school superin tendent of a certain Maryland town Is alao the village dry goods merchant He is as energetic and efficient in his , re ligious aa In his seoular capacity. An amusing Incident Is told of his attempt to enlarge the aorlptuxal knowledge of a class of little girls. He had told most eloquently the lesson of the day, and' at the connluslon he looked about the room and Inquired en couragingly; "Now, has anyone a question to ask?" Slowly and timidly one little girl raised her hand. "What Is the question, Bally?" Don't be afraid. Speak out" The little girl fidgeted In her seat twisted her fingers nervously, cast hor ryes down; finally, In a desperate out burst, she put the question: "Mr. Ward, how much are those gloves for gtrlg In your window?" Ltpplncott's Magazine. the Woods James. Sissy held tighter to Bulgers hand, noc fearing even bears while - safely guarded by him. "But no bears will bover us, for I won't let "em," went on Bulger. And then they reached a fow of the out Bide, straggling trees. "Oh, it isn't so very big en" dark, la It?" aaked Bulger. "No, It's Just bufl-ful," said Sissy. But still she clung tightly to Bulger's hand. And so thoy walked about and about, going a little deeper and a little deeper Into the woods. And then It became a lit tle darker and they could not see so far about thorn, and Bulger decided they would better return to their home. "I dess we'd better do home, Bulver," said Sissy, seeing tho uncertainty In her brother's face. "Yes, it's mos' dinner time," said Bul ger, not wishing Sissy to know that he was getting a bit afraid of the lone'y woods. And so they started out to go home, but, having forgotten Just which way they had come, they went In the wrong direction. And so they walked and walked, growing so tired at last that Bulger said they would have to sit down and rest a bit. And all the while they had been walking both Bulger and Sissy had been afraid, but neither owned It to the other. While they sat on the mossy bonk of a little brooklet Sissy fell asleep, her head In Bulger's lap. Then Bulger's blue eyes grew heavy, and he, too, fell Into slumber, forgetting where he was and that there might be bears In the woods. And there Is no knowing how long the two little Browna might have slept In the woods or whether or not they might have come to harm, or have been forever lost or whether at night the birds might have felt pity for them and covered them with leaves, but about half an hour after they had fallen asleep their own dear mother found them, and, lifting Sissy In ber arms and calling gently to Bulger to wake, she kisxod each arid said: "Thank God, I found my dear little babes safe In the woods." And Bulger and Sissy were thank ful to be found, too, and promised never to go away from home again without their mamma's consent POWlf TO.RnS is if t