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TIIE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JANUARY 3. 1909
number of votes have been received for the next King and Queen of
Busy Bees. Each Busy Bee is entitled to send in two votes in all,
that is one for the Queen and one for the King. The editor wishes
that the little writers would send in their votes as soon as possible
for there is only one week more in which to vote.
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New Animal Analogues
How Little Bessie's Wish Came True
By Stand Walkor.
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Not as many stories were sent In this week as usual. Probably the Busy
Bees are spending the holidays, reading their new books, which they received
for Christmas and the younger ones playing with their dolls and toys, while
several have written that they were spending the holidays with cousins or other
relatives. Next week school begins and the editor hopes that all the Busy Bees
have had a good time during the holidays and that they will send In some
stories about these good times for the other Busy Bees to read.
Prizes were awarded this week to Rena N. Mead of Blair on the Blue side
and to Mary Ollvesky of South Omaha also on the Blue side. Honorable
mention was given to Bessie Jackson of Omaha on the Red side.
Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to any one whose name is on the
Postcard Exchange, which now includes:
Jean Da Long, Mnsworth, Neb.
Irene McCoy. Barnslon. Neb.
I-llllan Merwln, Heaver City, Neb.
Mabel Wat, Bennington, Neb.
Anei Dahmke, Benson, Neb.
Vara Cheney. Creighton, Neb.
Louie lialu., David City, Neb.
Rhea Freldell, Dorchester, Neb.
Kunlco Bode, Falla City, Neb,
Kthel P.erd, Fremont. Nab.
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Neb. . .
jessie crawiora, 405 West Charlie street.
Brand Island. Neb.
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(aland, Neb.
Ella Voaa, 407 Wait Charlea street, Grand
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Pauline Schulte, 412 Weat Fourth street,
Brand Island. Neb.
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Grand Island, Neb.
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Grand Island, Neb.
Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb.
Edythe Kreltx, Lexington, Nab.
Anna Nellaon, Lexington, Neb.
Marian Hamilton, 2v9 L street, Lincoln,
Neb.
Alice Uraasmeyar, 1648 C street, Lincoln,
Neb.
Klale Hamilton, 202 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
Irene Iilaher, 2030 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
Hughte Dlsher, 2030 L street, Lincoln, Neb.
Loulae Stiles. Lyona, Neb.
F.atelle McDonald, Lyona, Neb.
Milton Selxer, Nebraska City, Neb.
Harry Crawford. Nebraska City, Neb. ,
Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Nab.
Luclle Hazen, Norfolk, Neb.
Letha Larkln. South Sixth street. Nor
folk. Neb.
Emma M. Tiuardt. Fifth street and Madl
son avenue, Norfolk, Neb.
Mildred F. Jones, North Ioup, Neb.
Hugh Rutt, Leshart, Neb.
Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb.
Lillian Wirt, 4158 Cass atreet, Omaha,
Meyer Conn, 846 Georgia avenue, Omaha.
Ada Morris, 8424 Franklin atreet. Omaha.
Myrtle Jensen, 2909 Izard street, Omaha.
Gall Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha.
Helen Heuck, lfi25 Loihrop atreet, Omaha.
Mary Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha.
Leonora Denlson, The Albion, Tenth and
Pacific streets, Omaha.
The Origin of the Snow Fairies
By William
OY8 and girls, you have heard
of the Slow Fairies; but per
haps none of you know of their
origin. But why should I say
"perhaps," for I f.m very posi
tive the story of the Snow
Fairies' origin has never been told. And
that Is why I am going to tell It now, that
you may hear something strictly new.
In the very, very long, long aeo there
dwelt In the Alps a family consisting of
the parents and two children, a little boy
and a little girl. They were very happy
together till one day the- father, going out
on the Icy mountain side, slipped and fell
Into a deep gorge that was riled with
snow. Of course, he was instantly killed,
and the good wife, endeavoring to reach
Mm, hoping that she might find him still
olive, lost her footing In the snow and Ice
and was prexirltated to the bottom, dying
beside the already cold body of her hus
band. Now, can anything be sadder than the
fate of those dear little children, Dado, the
boy, aged 9, and Pinto, tho girl, aged 7?
There they .were, away up In the moun
tains, walled In by snow and Ice, and sur
rounded by as wild a country ns ever mor
tal man heard of. There they were, alone,
both parents lying dead In that great" can
yon down the mountain side. And lurk
ing about In the mountain forests wero
wild beasts whose rears. growlH and howls
made the night something to be feared
by those, little orphans. When father and
mother were with them they feared noth
ing. But now that they were alone, and so
helpless, their hearts were very, very
heavy, and fear stalked about with them
at every step.
All day long tho littlo Pinto wept and
called for the mother she knew could
not come to her, and all day long little
Dado sat with downcast eyes, his heart
too sad to allow of speech. Then as the
night came down the little ones crept close
together In a corner of the great fireplace,
where the huge logs placed there the day
before by their father still burned brightly
and gave iut light and warmth.
"I am ao hungry," whispered Pinto,
thlnktutr of food for the first time that
day. I am so hungry that my head
spins round and round."
"You must eat something, sister," said
Dado, rising and going to the cupboard
to find some food for his sister. But only
a bit of dry bread was there, and Dado
remembered that that very day was to
have been his mother's baking day, and
that his father had gone out hunting for
meat when he met with the fatal acci
dent. He gave Pinto the bread, but her sorrow
choked her till ahe could not swallow
food, and ahe put the bread on the table,
declaring her hunger had vanished. "It's
mother and father I want not food," she
whispered, heart brokenly, burying her
face In her apron.
At that moment the door opened ever ao
gently, then closed again. But during the
moment's Interval between opening and
"IKE. BROTHER," SHE WHISPERED. "IT MUST BE A FAIRY,"
Mildred Jenaen, 7707 Leavenworth street.
Omaha.
Mtibvl Bhelfelt, 14 North Twenty-fifth
atr-et, Omaha.
Wilms Howard, 4713 Capitol avenue,
Omaha.
Hulda Lundburg, Fremont, Neb.
Emerson Goodrich. 40W Nicholas street,
Omaha.
Halen Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas street.
Hmaha
Maurice
Johnson. 1827 Locust atreet.
Omaha.
Hllah Flaher, 1210 South Eleventh street,
Omaha.
Loula Raabe, 3N0 North Nineteenth ave
nue. Omaha.
Emma Carruthera, sail North Twenty-fifth
atreet. Omaha.
Walter Johnson, :406 North Twentieth
atreet, Omaha.
Leon Caiaon, 1.124 North Fortieth street,
Omaha.
Etnllle Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha.
Eva Hendee, 4402 Dodge atreet, Omaha.
Juanlta Innea, 276 Fort street. Omaha.
Genevieve M. Junes, North Loup, Neb. !
Madge L. Daniels, Ord. Neb.
Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb.
Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb.
Marie Fleming, Osceola, Neb.
Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb.
Earl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb.
Emma Koatal, 161 O atreet, Soutlr Omaha,
Ethel Enls, Stanton, Neb.
Edna Enls, Stanton, Neb.
Ina Carney, Button, Clay county, Neb,
Clara Miller, Ctlca. Neb.
Mae Grunke, West Point. Neb.
Elsie Stastny, Wllber. Neb.
Alta Wllken, Waco, Neb.
Mary Fredrick, York, Neb.
Pauline Parks, Tork, Neb.
Edna Behllrg, York, Neb.
Carrie B, Bartlett. Fontanelle, Is.
Irena Reynolds, Little Sioux, la. -
Ethel Mulholland. Box 71, Malvern, la.
Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, la.
Kathryne Mellor, Malvern, la.
Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la.
Ruth Robertaon, Manilla. Ia.
Edith Amend. Sheridan, Wyo.
Henry L. Worklnger, care Sterling Rom
edy company, Attica. Ind.
Fred Shelley. ffiO Troup street, Kansas
City, Kan. s
Wallace, Jr.
shutting a white-robed figure had sntered
the room. Dado, who was looking Intently
Into the fire, wondering what ha hould
do on the morrow for food and fuel for
his sister and himself, did not hear ths
slight noiso made by the opening and clos
ing of the massive wooden door, nor tha
gentlo footfall of the Intruder. But lSnto.
her little ears eagerly listening for any
thing that might happen and hoping
against hope that all this calamity which
had befallen her home might prove to be
a dream caught the sounds, and she
looked up from the folds of her apron.
Then she quickly touched the hand of
hor brother and pointed toward the new
comer, directing Dado's eyes thither. "See,"
she whispered: "It must be a fairy."
"Yes, my little ones, I'm a fairy and I
came to earth to see what I might do for
you. But how cold it has grown! Ugh,
I cannot endure the snow, and It is falling
very rapidly outside."
"Snowing?" asked Dado, rising and go
ing close to the fairy.
"Yes, my little one, It Is snowing heavily,
and I, being a cloud fairy and always keep
ing close to tho warmer zones, cannot
breast this storm. And here I am, as help
less as a human being. But while I cannot
change myself nor my climatic tempera
nu nt, I have the power to change others.
I can wave my little wand and make or
mar fortunes. And I came here to help
you, my little ones. Now, while I warm
me by your cheerful fire, tell me your
dearest wish and I shall gTant it."
The fairy aat down beside the fire and
Dado and Pinto drew close beside her.
They told of the aad death of their parents,
the particulars of which the fairy did not
know. ,
Then they discussed many things, one of
them being the weather, and the fairy
said with feeling: "Do you know, my
little ones, that tho falrlea would Co mo to
the mountain folk oflener If we could
brave the bad woather? But we feel the
Ice and snow keenly and have to remain
where the temperature is mora congenial.
But there are so many little folk In need
of the fairy's aid In the Ice-bound moun
tains that it seems a pity there are no
fairies that cun brave tho elements and
stay near to those who need them. Ah, if
only we had some hardy fairies among us
falrlea who loved the ice and snow!"
Hereupon the good little fairy sighed and
stretched out her hands to the firs.
For a few minutes not a word was said,
and Dado, who had been Intently thinking,
spoke: "Good fairy, cannot you change
my sister and me Into fairies snow fairies?
If you can we will remain here in the
mountains and be of heJp to the poor chil
dren who need fairies' help,"
"Brave, noble little boy!" exclaimed the
fairy. "I shall try to perform the miracle
you suggest. But" and she turned to
Pinto, who was listening eagerly to all
that waa being Said "perhaps the little
maid does not wish to be a fairy."
"Yes, yes, I wish to be a fairy, a snow
Observe how Mures necromancies
Have clearly painted on the Panstes
These almost human counte-nances,
In yellow, blue and blacK nu-ances.
The face.houever, seems to me
To be that of the Chimpanzee,
A fact which makes the senile Pansy
Appeal no longer to my fancy.
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CHELBBIK'S BSrAJftTXXBTT,
Oman Bee.
(First Prize.)
Jennie's First Medal
By Rena N. Mead, Aged 12 Years, Blair,
Neb. Blue.
"I don't see why I can't have a new
dress, too." go spoke Evalyne Smith to
her mother one day. It was Saturday and
they were to have a program at school the
next Friday. Mrs. Smith was poor and
had to work hard for a living.
Jennie Hood thought she'd like a new
dress, too, but she would not worry her
mother with it because she had all she
could do.
There was a medal to be awarded for the
best recitation and Evalyne seemed to think
that the prettiest one won the medal be
cause she teased her mother and pouted
till she got her a new dress.
Marie was to have a new pink silk dress
to speak in. Her folks were rich and most
of the girls looked up to her. This and her
new dress were certain to win tho medal,
so she didn't study her recitation very
well. Besides there was plenty of time.
She had nearly a week.
Jennie wanted a new dress, too, but her
mother pressed her old one and It looked
all right. The problem of dress over she
began studying; her piece.
Friday afternoon came at laat and the
girls all had on new dresses but Jennie.
But she did not seem to mind. The pro
gram began with such a lot of visitors
present. Marie came first. Bha started out
fine, but oh! what waa that next word?
She could not remember and waa com
pelled to take her place without finishing.
fairy, as brother says. I would not be
anything- else if brother Is one," Pinto de
clared enthusiastically.
The good fairy smiled and raised her tiny
wand. Paaalng It slowly over the heads of
the little orphans, she murmured some
strange words; then, with a quick turn of
the wand, she cried: "Change, lad and
maid, from human to superhuman, from
boy and girl to snow fairies."
A sudden darkness fell In the room, and
when again the light of the firs defined the
objects there Dado snd Pinto had disap
peared and in their plaoes were two beau
tiful snow fairies. Vlth happiness before
them. "Ah. now we shall carry you, dear
Cloud Fairy, to your own warm clime,"
said the enow fairy who had been Dado,
speaking to the little fairy whose charm
bad worked so marvelous a miracle. "Yea,
we will protect you from the anow which
we love and see that you reach your own
dominion soon," declared the 'snow fairy
who had been little Pinto a few minutes
before.
And away flew the three fairies, happy
as could be.
Thefansy. The Chim-pn
CoprrbjM, NHS, by Pad EMer and Company.
Next came Evalyne. She had almost fin
ished when she forgot, too.
Last of all came Jennie. The girls had
sneered at her and said the professor
would never give her the medal. But she
spoke her piece clearly and loudly with
suah nn emphasis that all the crowd
cheered her.
The professor held the medal up, saying
distinctly: 'This medal Is awarded to Miss
Jennie Hood for the best recitation this
afternoon."
Not many liked it because of jealousy.
Jennie was always proud of her first
medal. But mother told her that It was not
the purse and the fine clothes we wear
that win the medals of Ufe, but what we
make of ourselves during the golden op
portunity of youth.
(Second Prize.)
Kindness
By Mary Ollvesky, Asert vears. Thirty
Sixth and U Stre ts, S uth Omaha. Blue.
The other day Gertrude bought a bonk
with the money her aunt had given her
for a birthday present and was hurrying
home to read it, when she passed a blind
beggar woman. "Please help the blind,"
cried tho woman. Gertrudo felt sorry, but
as her last cent was spent she had noth
ing to give the woman. Just then a lady
and a little girl went by. They were richly
dressed, and us they passed the beggar,
the girl threw some cents to her. The
money fell on the sidewalk and rolled
away, but the girl did not Btop to pick It
up. The beggar heard the sound of the
money as it fell, but could not help herself,
nor did she need to for Gertrude ran fur
ward, and In a minute was on her knees
searching for the money. This took some
time, but at last Gertrude found it all,
and handed tt to , the beggar. "May
our good God bless you, my child,
and keep your sight, " said the
woman. "O, thank you," replied Ger
trude, "that was no trouble. I am glad
that I could help you," and she started for
her home again feeling as happy as could
be. Now, of the two, which do you think
was moro kind, the girl that gave the
money or the one that picked it up. I think
the girl that picked it up is more kind.
Don't you?
(Honorable Mention.)
Violet's Lesson
By Bessie Jackson, Aged 11 Years, 83
South Twenty-third street. Omaha. Bed.
There were two girls named Violet and
Daisy Graham. Violet, tho eldest, waa very
selfish, but Daisy was kind and aweet-
tempercd.
At the next door lived a woman with a
little girl whose name was Lillian Phelps.
They were very poor and could not afford
to dress as well as the Grahams. One day
Violet Gruham was out walking when she
met the poor litt!e girl, Lillian Phelps,
Violet pussed her by, but Lillian
pleasantly aaid, "Good afternoon," and re
ceiving no answer she f,-lt very much of
fended and walked home.
The next day Violet Graham waa sick
and the doctor had to be called. Lillian
Phelps felt aorry for her, though she had
offended her the other day. 6)ie brought
her some flowers which she had picked
from her little garden and spoke soothing
words to her. Violet felt ashamed of her
conduct and cried out: "O. Lillian, won't
you please forgive me, I am ashamed of
myaelf. I will try to be better, oh. please
do." "Of course I will. now. don't cry
you will have a headache." Entering a lit
tle lator Daisy Graham found her sister's
SUL
head on Lillian Phelp's shoulder, no longer
sobbing, but laying lovingly on it.
This way Violet Graham was cured by
another girl's unselfishness.
A Remarkable Dog
By Dorothy Blrkbaeuser, Aged 12 Years,
Sheridan, Wyo. Blue.
A little girl was playing by the sea. Her
name was Kate and she was the daughter
of a seaman. She was tossing sticks Into
the sea, and as she bent to pick up a stick
she lost her balance, fell and was carried
away by an angry wave. The shrieks of
the child brought the mother to the door,
only to see her child tossed about by the
waves. She started down the shore to find
some men, but found them coming In haste
to the spot. All eyes were bent seaward,
but none dared to attempt to rescue her.
As they strained their eyes to the dark
speck on the waves another appeared. The
specks grew larger and they found It was
the brave dog bringing the child to them.
Could they live until they reached shore.
As they knelt In silent prayer the dog
brought the strangling, half lifeless child
and laid it at the mother's feet.
Trixie's Lesson
By Pearl Smith, Aged 10
Years.
Fort
Crook, Neb.
Trlxie Is a very pretty little dog and
she is our only pet. At night she goes to
her bed about 8 o'clock and waits to bo
covered up. She sleeps with her head upon
the pillow like some little child would and
she loves all of us. We feed her on warm
meat, for she won't eat anything else.
When we sit down to eat our supper
Trlxie will stand and Jump until she gets
her supper too, and when supper Is over,
Trixle runs snd Jumps 'upon the bed, for
papa always plays with her and she knows
her frolic Is coming every evening. One
morning after papa had gone to work, we
let her out of doors and she ran away or
else someone carried her away. Anyway,
she was down to a little town about a half
mile away. She was gone for two days and
then the grocery boy brought her home.
She had lost her collar and was hungry
and didn't have any place to sleep. Now
Gleanings
Whr it Was.
PARTY of northerners was tour
A
ing Virginia some years ago
and as the crowded train was
crawling through Stafford
county, near Fredericksburg,
an old and wizened woman
with a basket bigger than herself came
aboard and edged diffidently Into the va
cant place beside one of the men. After
a while her seat mate decided that It could
do no harm to draw her out. a Httle for
the benefit of the rest of the party.
"This la very poor land that you have
around here, madam," he began.
"Mighty pore," she assented, humbly.
"I never did see such worthless soil."
"No, suh," with an air of deep dejeotion.
"Don't you ever sow any crops at all?"
he kept on.
The ancient dame did not lift her head.
"Naw, suh," she drawled. "This hyer
land around hyer was soyed 'bout three
foot deep with Yankees, 'long 'bout forty
years ago and we ain't been able to raise
nary crap since." Harper's Weekly.
A Tare for Heart Trouble.
George Christie, nephew of the noted
minstrel man, and himself a well known
composer, says that he never was sorry
but once that he helped write a aong.
When Bert Fitzgibbon came to him with
the lyric of a aong called "You Can't Stop
Your Heart from Beating" young Christie
most enthusiastically set to work to put
music to It, but now he's sorry It hap
pened this way. Christie occupied the ad
joining room to a newly married oouple
who were very much in love.
The husband had learned Christie's song
and all day long he sang it to his bride. In
the morning before breakfast his accordion
plaited tenof voice warbled "You Can't
Btop Your Heart From Beating for the
Girl You Love." After lunch it was the
ESSIE and Billte were awfully
lonely. Ttirlr mamma had
I W" I gone from home the day before
L"" J and left tl em In eliirve of a. varv
aged aunt. And this aged aunt
by name Aunt Martha would
not allow Bessie and Ulllie. to make any
noise while at play, for she said "children's
noises, cats fighting and doss barking
drove her clean distracted." So, you will
readily understand that Bessie and Billle
could not enjoy their play very much while
their mamma was absent.
"We can piny In the attic," whispered
Bessie to Billle as they sat very quietly
in the sitting room after breakfast. Aunt
Martha was sitting there also, darning a
very long and very heavy woolen stocking.
"If we want to play ghost or fairy up there
Aunt Martha can't hear us."
"What are you whispering about?" asked
Aunt Martha, turning her sharp eyes to
ward the corner wheie her 6-year-old niece
and 8-year-old nephew sat like tortured lit
tle mice, fearing to move lest the old cat
might gobble them up. "What are you
whispering about? Can't you speak aloud?
Nobody is going to eat you! Come, who
was doing the whispering? I dislike to hear
whispers; they tickle my cars like a
feather wiggling about in them. One only
hears sounds and can't make out the
words."
"I whispered to brother that we might
play In the attic," confessed Bessie. "We
won't bother you. Aunt Martha, If we're
up there."
"But it's as cold as the north pole up
there, child," said Aunt Martha, How
ever, a smile of agreeableneBs played about
the sharp cornets of her mouth as she said
this, for the truth Is she thought It a
good idea for "the vexatious youngsters"
to play somewhere a long way from her.
She had not been a child for sixty years
and had forgotten all about their needs
and desires. "But, If you want to play
there for half an hour, why, go up and do
so. But mind, no tumbling down on the
floor, or shrieking, or laughing too loudly.
"I'd like to stay till mamma comes
home," whispered Billle to Bessie, as they
crept slong the hall towards the stair. And
up the steps they went like little culprits,
fearing lest their tiny feet might make
a noise to disturb the aged aunt below
stairs, who was communing thus to her
stocking: "Children are a dreadful bother.
I am thankful I don't have to put up with
'em very much longer. Their mother ought
to be home sometime tomorrow. And she,
silly woman, thinks those two noisy, bad
mannered little brats are angels. If they
run and scream like wild Indians, she
laugh and says: 'Bless my babies! Just
see how happy they are.' Babies! Ugh,
six and eight! Ought to be put at books
and work every hour of the day. They fool
"AH, LITTLE GIRL, WHAT IS
Trlxie stays at home and Is a good little
dog because she has learned there is no
place like home.
About My Little Kitten
By Ruth Hamilton, Aged 7 Years, 4103
Davenport Street, Omaha, Neb.
I have a little kitten named Merry Little
Snow Flake. But I call hor Snow Flake,
and one night when I waa out, what do you
think, the little kitten got in the ash pit
to get warm and ahe slept there all night.
from the Story Teller's Pack
same and as a good night solo he ren
dered it.
The last straw was added to the camel's
back when the bride learned the song and
the love-struck couple sang the song in
barber shop harmony. This waa too much
for Christie and he left tho hotel, sorry
that he had ever written- the song.
Passing a neighboring drug store, an Idea
struck Mm and he entered and purchased
a bottle of carbolic acid. Wrapping It up
In a neat package he presented it through
the bell boy to the honeymooncrs with a
note that simply read:
"This will stop your heart from beating.
Use it.." Rochester Herald.
The StinirI the Tall.
Vu Koo, the brilliant young Chinese edi
tor of the Dally Spectator of Columbia
university, said the other day of a crit
icism: "When I benan to read I thought the
article was laudatory. I soon discovered
my mistake, however. That article recalled
to me a motor ride that I took with a
junior last month.
"The Junior's car waa not a remarkable
tne, and out in the country, after luncheon,
the young man was rather pleased when
a farmer said to him:
" 'I guess that thar automobile o' yourn
la a hundred horse-power, isn't it?
" 'Oh, no," said the Junior, with a pleas
ant smile. 'Oli, no, my friend. It Is only
a five horse-power. A hundred horse
power would be ever so much larger.'
" 'I wa'n't Jedgln' by the size, but by
the noise,' said the farmer." Pittsburg
Chronicle Telegraph.
Relaed br Swell Society.
Judge Hough of the United States circuit
court waa discussing at a legal dinner in
New York a misapprehended law.
"This law Is perhaps obscurely worded, at
least from U.a popular point of view," be
away valuable time playing with toys and
reading foolish fairy tales. So few people
know how to raise children. Hard as II
would be, I'd like to take those two chil
dren in hand and show their parents What
might be made of them."
Meanwhile Bessie and Billle had resumed
tho attle, closed the door to keep Inside
all their noise and opened their mouths
and cried: "Goody, goody! It's so nice to
get away from Aunt Martha."
"What shall we play?" asked Billle.
'Shall we play ghost?"
"Ugh, nol It's too scarey, Brother. The)
attic Is so dnrk and I'd get so frightened.
I'd hide and cry, Let's play Fairy."
"All right, Bister, let s play Fairy. Who'll
be the fairy you or I?"
"You be the fairy, Brother, and play 'at
I'm a little girl what's lost In the big
forest, and, and 'at I'm crying for my
mamma."
"All light," said Billle. "I'll play thar I'm
in a tree and when you come along under
It I look down and see you crying. And
I'll ask you, 'What's the matter little
Bill? And you must say: 'Oh, I'm lost In
tho forest and can't find my mamma.
And the bears are about, and a big snake
is under the boulder, and I don't know
where to go. Oh, please, good Fairy, help
nie." '
"Oh, that will be auch fun," cried Bessie,
clapping her hands. "And now let's begin."
Be ssie walked al n beside the box,
dropped down up n the floor, and began her
rretense of crying. "Ah, littlo girl, what
Is the matter?" asked Billle. "Can I do
anything for you?"
"Yes, good Fairy, I'm lost In the forest
and a big bear wants to eat me, and a
big snake wants to bits my big toe. And I
can't find my mamma. Will you help me,
good Fairy."
"Yes, make your wish, and I shall grant
It," replied Billle.
"Well, good fairy, I want my dear
mamma," replied Bessie, and her Voice
trembled a bit as she said this, for she
voiced her dearest wish In very truth, as
well as in play.
Bille waved his wand, saying: "Wave,
wand, for luck. Wave, wand, to help thoej
in distress. Wave, wand, and keep the
bear from eating her. Wave, wand, and
strangle the snake before It bites hor big
toe. Wave, wand, and find her mother for
her, for that is her dearest wish."
"Ah, bless my babies, what ars you doing
In this cold attlc7" And to the supremo
delight of Bessie and Billle their mother
came Into the attic and had them In her
arms, kissing them and hugging them till
they could scarcely get their breath. And
when at last they could speak, Bessie said:
"Mamma, brother mude the bestest fairy
in the world. He brought you to me, my
dearest wish."
THE MATTER?" ASKED BILLIQ.
When my brother, Warren, camn to shake
the furnace be shook It on the kitten.
Well, I will have to go on telling about
her. Well. I will tell you her name, aga
and address. Her name is Merry Littlo
Snow Flake and her age is three months.
When she was two months she caught a
mouse. When Anna says "scat" the kitten
runs downstairs again because she la
afraid of Anna, I guess she knows Anna Is
not very fond of kittens. This Is a true
story and this day she Is out of doors.
said, "and Uiat, perhaps, is why It ts so
totally misapprehended.
"The misapprehension of this law reminds
me of a southern millionaire. He came east
for his wife's sake and took a Fifth avenue
house. There the lady plunged, as msdly
as society would let her. Into the social
amusements of the season. Towsrd the sea
son's end she fell ill and a physician, after
examining her, reported to her husband!
"Well, Doc, what's the verdict?' the
southern millionaire Inquired anxiously.
" 'Your wife, sir," the doctor answered,
'is suffering, I regret to say, from func
tional derangement.'
'The mllllonalre'a eyea filled with tears.
" 'Doc,' he said, 'I told her she'd go under
if she didn't stop gadding about to all them
swell functions. And now, by gee, she's de
ranged. Is she liable to bs violent?' "New
York Press.
Democrats at a Dlacemnt.
Charles Allen, an Arkansas planter, who
enjoys the distinction of being the only
white republican In his section of the
state, has in Ms employ an aged negro
known as Uncle Reuben, who "fit fur ds
union endurln' de wah."
For some time the old man had been
endeavoring to secure a penslen from the
government for this service. A few days
ago, as Mr. Allen was tiding by a field
where he was plowing, Uncle Reuben
hailed him with the words:
"Marse, I'se done got my pension, am'
wants to swear to It befoh you."
"GUd to hear that. Uncle Reuben, but
you must do your swearing before a magis
trate. 'Squire Mcf'abe is the man for you
to aee."
"Now, marae, quit trjin to foot els
Reub. My Hie gal, who goes to school an'
kin read wrltin', done read me frutu dose
papahs dat I mus' sware to dero. befob
a notorious republican, an' dem yeu to,
kaae ever'one knows dat 'Squire McCa.be
am a democrat." -at, Loula Reyublia.
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