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SEVERAL- children bar written to the Bust Bee editor asking if they
may write continued stories, but the editor thinks that would be a
little confusing, especially for the younger writers. It the little read
ers will notice, a number of Busy Bees write complete stories each
week about the same person or subject One Busy Bee, an ex-queen, sent in
a splendid series of stories, all supposed to be told by Uncle Jack.
If the Busy Bees hare followed all of the rules, their stories have not
been thrown In the waste basket, as many of the children think, but will be
published as soon as there is space on The Busy Bees' Own Page. The stories
left from last week or the week before will be published next, so if the Busy
Bees read their page each Sunday they will see their stories within two or
three weeks after they hare been sent in, unless they have written on both
sides of the paper or forgotten some other Important rule. Sometimes Busy y
Bees who hare been sending In stories quite often forget to write their age
on the story, and, while those stories are printed, they are never awarded
prizes.
The Red side is ahead. This is the first time for many months. But a
number of the Blue side decided to help the Red side, and this reign promises
to be the most exciting and the closest contest that we have had. Myrtle
Jensen, queen of the Blue side,' and Maurice Johnson, king of the Red side,
each have many friends, and both the king and the queen are good story
writers.
Prizes were awarded this week to Margaret Langdon of' Gretna, Neb.,
and to William Cullen, ex-klng, and honorable mention given to Ruth Ashby,
ex-queen. All were on the Red side.
Brave Maggie
By Helena, Davis.
AGGIE'S mother looked from the
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window at the enow storm, and.
turning to her UtUe daughter,
aids "My child, I fear you will
not be able to go to school
today. The snow is falling very
fast, and It will be so deep on the ground
before evening that walking will be very
difficult"
"Oh, mama, do not say that," begged
Maggie). "I haven't missed a single day
f school this term, and I am so anxious
to continue In the same good way. My
attendenc must simply must be marked
ten. Bo, do not say I cannot go to school
today. And I don't mind the snow. I like
It when It's up to my ahoetops, I'll wear
my leggings and overshoee, eo what does a
little snow matter, mamma?"
"You are a dear, studious little girl."
smiled Maggie", mother, kissing her only
daughter on her roey cheek. "And I cannot
finthe heart to have you break your fin.
a .v,i a ... ,-,r-
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and be off. It . aJmost halt-past eight, and
you have a mile to walk."
"Oh, but I'll get over that mil In
fifteen minutes," cried Maggie. "I am a
tru country girl, you know, mama, and
Then Maggl got her books and wraps
and was oft toward, the little fram school- neep p8ture Md CM)pt tn,m enter.
house that lay over a hill a mile distant ing tn, pa,ture. Th,n h stood still and
from her home. Although the road was a itatwiea. Aga4n c,m th low pleading call
lonely one, Maggl never felt afraid. No- of tha mtl. lamt m actress. Th sound
where was there a house visible, save her jed Maggie to the pretty llttl animal that
own. a big red-roofed farm house home. w etandlng alone tn th snow, which,
Even the schoolhous could not be seen nearly ' covered It. On th uplands the
from the highroad, and was reached by anow had not lain, the winds having swept
turning the brow of a hill that screened it to the lower land, but evidently the
It from the highway and sheltered It lamb's Instinct had led it to a hollow place
from the north-wind, of winter. in the pasture where it was sheltered from
, On on side of the road stretched a deep the wind. But here It had gotten into snow
pasture, In which erased the sheep belong-- that waa too deep to allow of its walking
ing to a distant farmer. And as Maggl about and doubtless when the herd boys
passed the pasture eha noticed several sheep came to drive th sheep to shelter had
and a few lambs' trying to find some been missed.
grass that the snow - waa fast cov- "You dear little cold thing," said Maggie,
erlng. putting her arms about th pretty lamb.
"I don't know what Mr. Jackson means "I cannot leave you her to perish. I slm-
by leaving Ms sheep out In this paature ply muat carry you horn with me." Then,
when it Is snowing," mused Maggie. Then lifting with all her strength, Maggie got
she went on her way, for she knew she the lamb in her arms and went to the fence
had but a few minutes In which to reach with It. Here she met the greatest obstacle
the school nous before the o'clock bell In the form of barbed wire. But Maggie
should ring i was determined, and after much effort got
When the dock struck four and the little the lower wires sufficiently apart to ad
country school was dismissed. Maggie mlt f UmD" bo7- ,whlc "he thrust
with glowing cheeks. . turned round ths through to th opposite side. Then Maggie
brow of th hill toward, her horn "Oh, crawled through the fence and again took
what a lovely snow!" .he exclaimed, plung- h" Umbfcm h,r ,rm'' but ?bB tou" h"
.,,, ,. h mrmm f ZtLim,-. burden a heavy one. and as she went stum,
ing Into 1L Wtoh some of my soboolmaUs through the snow often won-
llved near to my hua, eo w could go dere1 ,f ner MTmBt0l W0Uld hoW out tlll
playing snowball. But all th other pupils
live in opposite direction, from me, and I
must content myself by going horn alone.
Well I never get lonely. Ther. . so much
to be seen. Llttl rabblU jumping here and
ther to look at me. And up on th hill h
prahi-dc town la so Interesting, with th
little cttisena coming up to bark at m
as i go by. And th queer, wlsetooklng
owls that live In such clos companionship
with th prairie dogs are a study tn them-
selves as they perch on th mound of dirt
I RUB 'WENT 8TU1CBL2NQ ALONQ THRO UQU THS SNOW.
0 Cm oavehouaW entrances. But how deep
the enow U. Meroy, I can hardly wade
tbasush K sn some plaoeel I would love to
have a alatgfe Title over such a fin enow as
thlor
Thus, communing with herself, Uaggi
horrl4 along' toward bar horn, which waa
Just comic into sight around the brow of
the hUL Bhe could se the smoke curling
Crea the Tti,MT sad knew that eomfort
and good cheer would greet her there,
rvrhaa she ot slonT beside the sheep pas
,tas ahe stopped to look; about, hoping
that the animals had g-ona to warmer and
aafer quarters, for a big-, open pasture in
midwinter was not a comfortable place for
them to spend a night,
"Ah, every sheep has gone or been
driven by the herders to their sheds."
said Maggie, feeling happy in the knowl-
edge, for she had a kind and sympathetic
heart, and It caused her much sorrow to
see animals suffer through neglect.
Then, humming a tune, Maggie braced
herself against the wind and snow and
trudged on. The evening was deepening
and aha could see a light gleaming from
the window of her own home. "I am so
Had I went to school today," she thought
"I has not been at all bad In the snow,
I have kept my record for attendance
unbroken by an absence mark. But-wbat
J that sound T I surely heard something
a. not the wind sighing through the
a nd '
Ato.2!,ltaX.
And Maggie paused to listen. Tea, there
came the sound, faintly, but sure, and it
plalDU that Mwl.. neart Was
touched. "A lamb, a little lamb, left out
In the pasture," she said. "I must find It,
and I must find It soon, for It Is get ting-
darV .Hlrfl
Thereupon Maggie lifted the lowar barbed
. -nnm h mnrrn,,nAaA th.
sh reached her home.
But there are times in our lives when
superhuman strength seems to be given
,'7 . , .., . 0 (tw
, ,ra.rg,ncr. Joilt wh,n u
Memed that hr arm, mult of ,hep ex.
hau.tlon tot th benumbed little lamb drop
t0 tn. ground she felt a sudden strength
4 aiid on bravely and surely to her
home. On reaching the door she called out
to her mother to open U tor her. You can
well Imagine the mother's surprise when
she beheld Maggie carrying a dear llttl
half-frozen lamb. After Maggl bad ex
plained th situation th good mother put
her arms about her, saying: "On dear
little lamb gave succor to another dear
llttl lamb In distress, and I have eomfort
and happiness for both. Papa will take the
dear llttl rescued on to a warm place to
th barn and se that It gets a good sup
per and tomorrow will notify its owner of
Its whereabouts, and also of th manner u
which It waa saved, And Bow X most look
after my owa little lamb, whom Z was oa
the point of colas; to meet, for the sight
RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS
X. Writ plainly oa en aid of tke
pet ealy tit iimbw tae pages.
B. Vie yam eat Ink, set peaotl
S. Short ud pointed articles wQl
be given prefereaoe. Bo not use vs
SSO wards.
4. Orlrlnal stories or letter only
will be weed.
5. Writ jron mama, era ana ed
4raa at tn top of th fir at page.
rirat ant seoond prises of books
will be given for the beat two con
tributions to this pace eaoa week.
A&arees all comjBonloatloaa to
OIODSnV OIPIBTXIXT,
Omsk Bee.
(First Ir!e.)
Olive's StrfLnge Visitor
By Margaret Langdon, Aired 10 Tears,
Gretna, Neb. Red.
Olive's room was on the ground floor
and looked out upon the shrubs and flow
ers at the back of the house. A pretty
room it was, with Its dainty whit furni
ture and its mat and hanging; of blue.
Today Olive had been very naughty and
had been sent to spend the day in bed as
a punishment.
In a sudden fit of mischief she bad cut
off all Rolf's hair and left the poor dog
shivering and shaking with the cold.
Mother had brought her her lunch and
then left her alone to be sorry for her un
kind act But she did not seem to be in a
sorrowful mood.
When mother had gone sh crept from
her llttl white nest of a bed to sit by th
window and watch the day fad away.
At last sh opened ths window and as sh
did so around the corner came a little black
haired girl about her own age, carrying a
basket on her arm.
"Buy my laces, buy my laces," sh said,
halting by th window. " I don't want any
laces, but I should Ilk to talk to you,"
said Cfllve. Com In, won't you?"
In crept Bess, th gypsy girl, on tiptoe.
It waa Quit an adventure to have this
strange girl coming- to her room, when
sh was supposed to be asleep. Presently,
Olive, proud cf her beautiful home, was
showing Bess all about, and at last they
entered .mother, room, where Nancy, the
old servant, was at work. "Why Miss Olive,
who have you there?" "Oh, I'm Just show
ing this girl the house." :
"Well, you muat go, llttl girl. My mis
tress does not allow strange girls here,"
and out she marched her in spite of Olive's
objections.
That very night, the gypsies, led by Bess,
broke Into Olive's home and carried away
many beautiful and valuable articles. Then
Olive wished she had minded her mother.
' (Seoond Prise.)
Albert Learns a Lesson
By William Cullen, ex-King, Aged 11 Tears,
3213 Webster Street, Omaha. Red Bide.
One day Albert was coming home from
school. lie had a strap of books over his
shoulder and he was feeling aa mean and
discontented as any little boy could ever
feel. It was a lovely afternoon In Sep
tember, so lovely that you would never
think a little boy would feel so out of
sorts.
He passed a little stream and then he
thought he would rest himself on the mossy
bank for awhile. He took one of his books
In his hand to read, but he soon fell asleep
and had a dream which proved valuable
to him.
"I wish, 2 wish," began Albert In his
dream.
He was startled by someone saying- to
him, "Well, what do you wlahT
"I wish that I could be happy for once
la my life."
"Why, that Is easy," replied a brownie,
for It was on who answered Albert "I
will give you a rule to follow and it will
make you happy all your life long."
"And what is the rule," asked Albert
"It la this, little man." "Do something for
someone every day." "Now see if this
werks or not." and he vanished Instantly.
, Albert wok up only to find that there
was no brownie near him. He then knew
he had a dream, but he never forgot the
rule which he carried out even to this day.
(Honorable Mention.)
Bobby's Dream
By Ruth Asber, ex-Queen, Aged It. Fair
mont, Neb. Red.
"Dear me, I haven't a thing to do this
day," said Bob Evans, nestling deeper into
the big chair.
"How would you like to take a trip with
me?" said a voice. Bob started am) looked
around, for he thought himself alone. He
beheld a little man standing on the window
sllL
"I guess I would," said Bobby.
"Very well, then, clos your eyes and
count to ten and then open them," Bobby
obeyed. He was surprised to find himself
In his own town, but Oh, how changed I
"I have carried you to th year 10009.
Tou'r Invisible, so go about aa you please."
I Bobby walked along the street till he
came to a door where great numbers of
people were pouring In. He was unable to
read the writing above the door, but when
he got Inside he found It was a museum.
He stopped before a skeleton and heard a
man say; "This is a president of the United
States In prehtstorlo times. His name was
Theodore Roosevelt"
"Hal" thought Bobby, "I'll follow that
fellow around and find out about things."
But Bobby's man and Bobby suddenly be
gan to ascend. "Why," gasped Bobby,
"What kind of a thing is this. I saw that
was deepening nd I waa afraid she might
have strayed from safety."
And Maggta, very happy In having saved
the Ufa of a poor forgotten," freealng llttl
lamb, saldt Tn doubly glad, mamma,
that I did not mis school today. Had I
not gon that poor animal would have
fro sen to death In th pasture. Bo Z shall
always go te school on had days, not only
to learn and to keep up toy attendance rec
ord, hut te look la that pasture for lambs
that might he o-fQtta a&4 iX there to
jjertsh.'r
fellow drink something from a bottle and
I took some, too. Wish I hadn't"
But he soon alighted and Bobby started
again In search of new wonders. He saw
a lady get Into an airship and followed.
"I'm Just going on a little excursion to
the moon," she answered a friend. Up
higher and higher they went "We'r nearly
there," said the lady.
Just then Bobby felt someone shake him
and looked up to see his mother standing
over htm.
"Let me go back. I'm nearly to the
moon," walled Bobby.
"You'v been dreaming, sonny, but come
now, It's stopped raining and Gerald has
come for you to go and play with him."
My Baby Sister
By Ruth Hamilton, Aged 8 Years, 4103
Daenport Street, Omaha, Neb,
Red Side.
She la a year and a half old. She is as
quick a lightnings She says baby, mama,
papa and ding-dong, kitty, Emma and
that's all she says. - When she hears
somebody calling her she runs away. This
Is the end of my story for this time.
Prosperity
By Richard Hartwell. Aged S Tears,
Clarke, Neb. Red Bide.
One ther was a boy named Peter and
another boy named Robert who were
brothers. They were to take th cows
to th pasture. Peter was wicked and
Robert was good. On morning they took
the cows to the pasture and Peter scat
tered them all over, and Robert could not
get them together for a long time. There
was a pond near and they were In the
water, and at night they brought them
back and they ran every which way. So
Peter never scattered them again and he
tried to be like Robert
Marie's First Happy New Year
By Marguerite Gallagher, Aged 10 Tears.
&s West Washington Avenue, Coun
cil Bluffs, la. Blue Side.
Marie was a small girl who had neither
father nor mother. For a long time sh
had begged enough money to pay for the
small attlo In which she had lived. It waa
Just yesterday that th cruel landlord had
turned her out It was New Tear's sve,
and as sh passed along th street sh
could smell the savory odor of roast goose
and many other good things. At last she
became so tired that she could not walk
much farther, so she walked up ths steps of
a large stone house and timidly rang th
bell. Th door was opened by a sweet-faced
lady, whom she asked if they would give
her shelter for the night The lady took
.her to a pretty little bedroom.
The next day was New Tear's and Marie
found some pretty clothes on ths foot of
the bed In which she had slept She found
out that the lady was her aunt and sh
had a very happy New Tear.
The Toboggan Party
By Alta Wllken, Aired 13 Tears, Waco,
Neb. Red Side.
"Oh, mamma, Sadie Btowe just sent m
au Invitation to come to her house Friday
to a toboggan party; please may I go?"
asked Jennie and her mother said she
might. Friday came at last and Jennie was
roody to go. They were to come at 7:S0
and stay until 10:30. When she got to
Sadie's house nearly all of her friends were
there. They went outdoors and down the
hill they flew, exchanging merry words as
they sped by each other. The uphill work
warmed them and put roses into their
cheek. Time flew so pleasantly that no
one realised how late it was until an in
vitation from Sadie to go to the hdus
warned them. Such cups of delicious coffee,
such dainty sandwiches, such splendid
home-made cake were never known except
at Sadie's. Before going home the children
w ent into the parlor and sang songs. When
they were ready to go home they found a
large bobsled -waiting- to take each one to
their home, which they declared waa th
best part of th evening.
The Two Bears
By Cecil Martin, Aged Tears, Geneva,
Neb. Red Side.
Once a bear was looking for food. After
he had gone about half way through th
woodc he saw a trap that had s6me food
in it The bear thought he could get th
food.
He put one of hi front paws In th
trap for the food, but his paw got
caught. While he waa looking around for
help he saw his chum. The bear called
to his chum and the other bear came to
see what he wanted.
The bear that was In the trap whined
In such a pitiful way that the other bear
helped him out but the bear's chum was
caught. Just then a man came to see If
he had caught a bear in his trap. The
bear that waa In the trap asked the other
bear to help htm out as he had helped
him. The bear that had been in the trap
first said: "It Is better to have one bear
caught than two bears," and then he ran
away. The other bear was killed for meat
and for a robe.
A Visit to a Menagerie
By Eunice Wright Aged 10 Tears, 601
North Bell Street, Fremont, Neb.
Red Side.
One morntng as my father cam into
my room he said: "Well, daughter, how
would you like to go to see a menagerie T'
"Oh," said I, "do you really mean itr
"Yes," said he; "hurry up and gst
dressed."
I quickly dressed and was soon down
stairs eating my breakfast That after
noon we went to a large tent and when
we got in there were many animals.
The lasy old Hon was asleep, with on
paw out from under the bars of his cage.
Th white polar bear with his long neck
was swinging it back and f drill. The
tlgor was on his hind legs, trying in vain
to get out, but at last be laid down to
rett The long-necked giraffe wgs munch
ing his feed at th top of th tent In a
kind of a tin basket Th hippopotamus
seemed content living In his pond of
water. Th prettystrlpped sebra was
panting, tor h was so hot In th tent
Th big- gray elephant was, tired out
carrying people around on his hack and
was swlngia his big trunk hack and forth.
Th pretty little fawns wer asleep la
the hay. The monkeys ware fighting.
playing and performing. Th humped
tack camel looked at the crowd of boys
and girls pointing at him.
"Well," said papa, "we had better go
home for supper now, daughter."
"Oh," I said, aa I went to bed that night
"I don't believe I have ever had aa good
a time as I had today!"
A Kind Deed .
By Gladys Hartwell, Aged 13 Tears,
Clarks, Neb. Red Side.
There once lived In Washington a girl
by the name of Edith Winters. Now,
Edith was very proud, selfish and un
kind, while Margaret St Clare, her friend,
waa Just the other way. One day while
Margaret and Edith were qut walking they
saw a poor girl. Strange to say, the
haughty, proud Edith went to her and
Margaret followed. Edith asked what
sh wanted. Bh said a nickel. Edith
said pooht and turned away. Margaret
asked her to tell her story. Then Mar
garet took her home with her. It was
afterwards found she was Edith's sister.
This Uught Edith a lesson; she was never
haughty, proud or selfish again. .
A Good Lesson
By Adale Tendryx. Kearney, Neb. Blue
Side.
"Oh, dear," cried Ethel, as she awoke
th day before Christmas. "There's so'
much work today, the wedding tomorrow
and Christmas too. I do wish we had
soma on to help us."
"Oh, do you, dear7" said her mother.
"Now Jump up and dress for breakfast
Its 7;30 o'clock."
"Is Bridget busy?" asked Ethel, as she
cam to th kitchen an hour later. "I
don't know how to arrange th bedroom
for Martha and I want some help badly."
Now Martha was Ethel's sister and was
to be married Christmas morning. Marge
was at grandma's and would come on
th train In th morning. An hour later
Mr. Hurlton atepped into the room.
"Dnlv down to Mrs. Bwanson's and
see If she can help me or else let- her
daughter come."
"Alright, mamma," said Ethel, and
went to get her coat Sh rang th bell
for th coachman.
"I want Frankle," she said.
"Alright Miss Ethel, he will be around
In a hurry," said the coachman.
Frankle was Ethel's pony, a pretty one,
black, with a few white spot on him.
As he came around he drew a little dog
cart painted red.
"My, It's cold, isn't It Tom?"
"Tea, Indeed," said Tom.
Ethel got Into the cart and started for
town. (Hurlton's lived a half mile from
town.) In lees than twenty minutes sh
reached Mrs. Swan son's, fih knocked
at th door. Mrs. Swanson opened the
door. Ethel told her th errand. Sh let
her daughter May go to help Mrs. Hurl
ton, and th work was dona before ev
ening', ,
Two Little Fairies, or How He
Was Made King ..
By Fred Sorry, Monarch, Neb., Ag-ed 13
Tears. Red Side.
Two thousand years ago there once lived
two beautiful little fairies. They dwelt be
side a large lake, whose waters were' as1
clear as th sky. Fish of many kinds would
leap from th waters In their play. There
lived near the lake a kind-hearted, prince,
who took pity on any poor creature. One
clear morning the prince took a little stroll
beside a large green wood. He saw a lit
tle rabbit hopping around suffering with
pain. The prince soon caught the little
thing. Its mate was under a pile of dead
branches, but he hopped away when he
saw the prince. The prince took the rib
bon from his hat and bound It tightly
about the animal's leg. He then let it go,
and It scampered off In the. woods. The
prince went home, for It was growing dark,
and went to bed early so he could rise
early.
Just as he waa going to sleep the two lit
tle fairies stood by his bedside. One be
gan to speak.
"You have done a kind deed this moan
ing," the fairy said, "and you will remem
ber It all your life. This morning you came
across a little rabbit Its leg waa broken
and you bound It with this ribbon." She
held the ribbon up, and said again: "It was
I to whom you did this kind deed. I shall
give you three wishes for your reward,
which you may guess for yourself."
The prince said: "My first wish shall be
that I may be th next king; my seoond,
that I may be happy and cheerful; my
third, that I may marry a beautiful prin
cess." The fairies vanished without saying a
word. The prince went fast asleep and got
up early, for he had to count his father's
gold. Many years passed by, and finally
his father died. The prince waa made king,
and lived happy and cheerful ruling his
people, just as he had wished. He was mar
ried soon after. It was all done by helping
a little rabbit. Just as the little fairy said.
He remembered this as long as hs lived.
Teaching the Chickens to Swim
By Mary Olivesky, Aged 13 Tears, Thirty
Sixth and U Streets. South Omaha,
Neb. Blue Side.
Mllly Lee was a dear little girl, but as
she had always lived in the city up to the'
time I am writing about sh did not
know much about chickens or their habits,
as you will soon see. Mrs. Lee had gone
abroad for several months, and sent Mllly
to a friend of hers In Jersey, whose hus
band was a rsrmer. The llttl girl was "to
have clothes t.'itt would wash, If sh spoiled
them," and wm "to be allowed to run about
all day in the fields;" In fact she was to
do whatever she liked, except get Into mis
chief. What a happy summer thst was
and there were not many accidents, either.
Certainly the cow ate her hat and she fell
Into the water, and the magpie stole her
thimble, and' the parrot bit her finger, and
her doll's, head melted when she forgot it
In the sun, and a few such trifles, but then,
they didn't count. One of the "real' acci
dents was about the chickens. Oh! that
wasawful, and Mllly never dreamed of
doing- any tnUchlef. ..That morning she left
the' gantry door open by mistake, and the
tiresome old cat atole the cream, and Mrs.
Gray had scolded her and told her she must
be more of a woman, and so on, and then
sent her off to play in the yard. For a
While Milly felt in disgrace, and didn't play
"at all; then she .thought to herself that It
was only an accident, and though It was
very stupid, she bad not meant It, so she
would have a game and be more sensible
In the future. So off she ran- to the yard,
and there the first thing she saw was the
new brood of chickens such cunning llttl
things. Sh sat down and watched them
awhile, and than wondered why Mrs. Gray
thought so much of them. Why wer they
worth more than other chickens, and so on
They were pretty, and fluffy, but they
couldn't do anything. Her brother had told
hs tlx da were worth fat more It they
knew sny tricks. There was sn Ideal She
would teach the chickens something, and
then Mrs. Gray could sell them for lots of
money. What should It bet Bhe noticed a
pan of water, and thought of the ducks, so
she decided she would teacn the chickens to
swim. She put them one by one Into the
pan; they seemed to like It, but there was
so little water that they soon Jumped out
again, and she saw they wiuld never learn
there. After that she thought of the horse
pond, so she gathered them all In her apron
and set off. She put the biggest In first,
and he did so well she threw four more In.
"They are going under like the ducklings,"
said she, and she clapped her little hands.
"Won't Mrs. Gray be pleased?" But, alas I
They went so far under that they didn't
come up again, so she had to send the
sixth to tell them It was time to come out
Just after she had put It In Mrs. Grsy
rushed down to the pond, crying: "What
are you doing nowT" Poor lady, when she
heard about th chickens she was so an
noyed that she could not keep from crying.
How angry she was at stupid llttl Mllly
you will be able to think when I tell you
the silly child had drowned a very valuable
brood and left not a single one.
Unselfishness
By Bowile Jackson, Asrd 11 Tears, 15 South
Twenty-third Street, Omaha, Neb.
Red Side.
"Oh! I am so tired," said Helen, leaning
over to lay hor head on her mother's lap.
"I have not a thing to do." "Well, little
daughter," answered her mother, "there
are many things to do If you look about
you. I know a person that touches elbows
with you every dny." Somebody that
touches elbows with me every day, pondered
Helen. "Is It Margaret?" she asked. "No,"
answered her mother. She tried to guess,
calling by name many of hor playmates.
At last sh gave up, saying: "Pleas tell
me. I can never guess." "It Is the little
blind girl who lives across ( the street"
"But how can I help her, She can't see to
do anything." "Well, there's different ways
of helping her. Tou might read to her, tell
her stories and a great many other ways."
"That's right mother," she cried, "I can
start tomorrow." "All right dear, try to
make others happy who are not as happy
aa you." With that her mother and sh
arose to go to supper.
Next morning after breakfast she went
over to the llttl blind girl, whose nam
was Jans Wood. When Jan heard her
footsteps she cried out: "Helen, Helen
Hale." "How can you. tell It was me?"
asked Helen In surprise. "Oh I by your foot
steps." "Ain't It a shame you can't see;
can't any doctor cure you?" "Dr. Ward
said he could, but sister Agnes hasn't any
money to pay for the treatment"
No mora was said on th subject till It
was time for them to stop playing.
Christmas was . drawing near. By this
time Jan and Helen had become fast
friends, and one morning Helen said to
her mother; "Mother I have thought of a
plan. The money I - have In my hank I
will ask Dr. Ward to cure Jane with."
"It la a very unselfish plan,", answered
her mother, "and If you want to us your
money in that way you can."; Helen was
delighted, and at once took her money
from the bank. Before Christmas Jane was
cured and her sister declared that It was
the biggest and most unselfish present sh
bad ever received.
The 5ay of Christmas Helen begged her
father and mother If they would not give
Jane to her aa a Christmas present to
stay with her always and always. Mr. and
Mrs. Hale consented and she got her pres
ent Helen waa the happiest girl In town.
When the presents were given out Helen
received a beautiful little toilet set and on
every piece Was carved out the words,
"To an unselfish girl."
The Broken Vase
By Myrtle Jensen, Queen Bee, Aged It
Tears, 2St Izard Street, Omaha,
Neb. Blue Side.
Mrs. Hoffman was reading an article In
a monthly magazine, when someone rang
the door bell so vigorously that she was
forced to stop.
"Mercy, will that person never stop
pushing the bell?" she exclaimed In
dignantly, ,
Just then Hortense cam la and an
nounced the new minister.
"Oh," said Mrs. Hoffman, th expression
on her face Immediately changing, aa she
went down the polished stairs,
Isabell and Josephine had also heard
the bell ring and were looking over the
banister rails upstairs.
"It's the minister," whispered Josephine,
as her mother appeared In the hall and
they went Into the library.
"I wonder what's In that big box he's
left on the chair. Let's go down and see,"
suggested Isabell.
"Yes, let's do," s greed Josephine.
Bo downstairs they tip-toed.
"Oh what a beauty I" whispered Isabell
drawing forth a beautiful and costly
oriental vase.
"Let me take It, las," said Josephine.
Isabell handed her the vase, and after
looking at It she said, "We'd better put it
hack again."
"Walt a minute, Josle," said Isabell,
"Here's a card, it says, To my wife aa a
birthday present' "
"It's a splendid present," said Josephine.
As sh was going to put the vase Into the
box again, sh dropped It and it tell to the
floor in a thousand pieces.
"Now you'vs don It!" exclaimed Isabell.
"Oh, what shall I do." walled Josephine
clasping hsr hands.
Just then, Mrs. Hoffman followed by th
minister cam into th hall, having heard
the crash. i
"Oh, my beautiful vase!" exclaimed the
minister.
As Mrs. Hoffman knew nothing about
It, Isabell explained the whole affair.
Josephine was sobbing end after a few
minutes ths minister said that he hoped
it would be a lesson to them and promised
to forgive them if they would always re
member that day and let It be a lesson to
them. Hanging their heads, th.-y went
slowly upstair and spent the rest of the
afternoon in their own room, but they
never forgot that day and never touohed
anything not belonging to themselves.
Games On the Lawn
By Flgrid Sandwall. Aged 11 Tears. 724
North Kighteenlh Htreet. South
. Omaha, Nth. Red Side.
All the little grandchildren 'were spending
the day at grandma's, and about once In
every five minutes grandma counted them
to see that they wer sate. "Because you're
Just Ilk a flock of chickens, 'you know,"
hs told them, "and If I don't keep watch
of you aom of you may stray oflr."
Th children laughed at this and said It
was so pleasant out on the lawn that they
didn't want to stray off anywhere else.
It was a pretty place. Th grass was soft
and crsea, with tut a! anywhere te "keen
off," and there wer great tree to maks
It nice and shady, while the birds sans
from morning till night and It mad on
happy to hear them.
Grandma sat on the porch and watched
th children while they played, and h
laughed as heartily as they did when tht
funny thing happened. Indeed grandma
actually cam down and played with them
for a little while, and then there waa the
most fun o't alt. When thoy played drop
the hanlkcrchlef somebody - was alwayi
dropping it behind grandma, so that sh
had to be caught and kissed a great many
times, and It wasn't Just on Kiss each tlmt,
either. They almost smothered her before
they would let her gov But shs didn't seem
to mind It And when they sang; "Look to
the east and look to th west and look to
the one that you love best" It was always
grandma that they turned toward, until
finally sh ran In, laughing end saying that
all the rest would be Jealous If she stayed
any longer.
Up In the garret was aa old baby car
riage that the ehOdren's mammas and
papas used to tide la when they were llttl
and grandma let them take that to play
with. They put a hat ea Fido'e head and
gave him a rid ha the Carriage, and he
sat up as proud as a dOf oould be and en
Joyed the sport aamuoh as they did. After
that some of th Smaller children took
turn riding in the carriage, Whll Fide ran
beside, barking with enjoyment He thought
it great to have so many children to play
wtih. '
They fed th rabbits and th chickens
and th dear llttl calves, and thay played
so many games and had such a good time
that I couldn't begin to tell about It all In
a short story like this. They at so much,
too, that their clothes really seemed too
small for them. But a. last It was time to
go horn and after nearly smothering
grandma with kisses one more they went.
Finding Her Way to Heaven
By Pes'sl Jackson. Aged U Tears. No. K6
South Twenty-third Street Omaha,
Neb. Red Bide.
Th large moon shone on the soft white
anow and the birds left ever winter were In
their nests. Nature and human beings
were asleep. No, not all human beings
were aBleep, for a little girl was wending
her way in th pathless snom Bareheaded,
with scarcely enough clothing te keep her
warm, torn ahea were on her feet which
were nearly frwsea already. Presently she
stopped and sad down en the frozen ground
and huddled herself tosjether closer than
ever, saying dreamily, 1 winder how much
longer I will have te walk people say it Is
a long- way I win have to hurry, for If I
don't I will never get libera I wonder if
it's nice there," ah reflected dreamily.
She sat on the frozen turf a long Urns,
saying she must hurry or she won't get
there, until she fell asleep. - Whll she Is
sleeping I will tell you her sad story.
Her nam Is Evangeline; sh is years
old. Her father and mother died not long;
ag. and ah was taken to stay with her
aunt and uncle. They wer kind to her,
but still she waa not content Often her
aunt found her weeping silently In a dark
corner, and asking her th matter only re
ceived this answer in bitter tones: "I want
my mother."
But soon her sorrow wore away, as her
aunt thought it did, but It did not Sh
kept thinking about -her- lost father and
mother. One day a stranger cam to visit
her uncle. When he saw th child he took
a greAt liking' to her. She talked and
laughed with him In spit of her sorrow.
Finally she broke out with th question:
"Where do people go when they die?" "To
heaven, I suppose that Is, If they are
good." "Do you think mother and father
went there?" "I bellev so." ','Is It very
far?" "Yes, my dear, a long, long way
off.' "Would It take long to get there?'
"You can't get there unless death, the
angel of darkness, takes you hs knows the
road."
She said no more, but after he was gone
she resolved to steal out by night and seek
the way to heaven. She Is on her way now.
Suddenly Bvangelln awoka with a start.
"I wonder how lata It is," she said. For
the sun waa peeping- over the eastern slope.
"It must be very late. What a naughty
girl I was to go to sleep," and she gave
herself a smart slap on her face. Then she
stood up, saying: "I feel so hungry, I won
der If I can get anything to eat" She
walked on till she cam to a little cottage,
where she was given a good dinner. When
shs told the good woman what she was up
to doing she looked doubtful. "Nobody has
gone there unless th dead. Tou will never
find your way; you will freese to do death,
maybe then you will go there." The kind
woman gave her some provisions, telling
her to eat them while on her way home,
for the woman had explained to hor that
when she grows older she will then meet
her father and mother telling her also how
impossible it was for living people to reach
there, for ther Is Immortal' joy. Next
morning; ah started for home, but riot
knowing her way very well soon lost her
self In a strange, wood. It was growing
colder and colder; th llttl girl felt that
ther was llttl Ufa In her now. When
she saw the dark wings of death approach
ing a smile of Joy lit her face, for soon she
was to meet her dear father and mother.
Boon her soul floated away to the place It
lunged to go.
Lata that afternoon some woodmen found
a little lifeless form which they brought to
town and which belonged to an aunt and
uncle who had been searching for her
everywhere. , Evangeline was burled near
her father and mother. The aunt cried, but
the uncle said: "She has gon wher her
soul longed to go. That I to her father
and mother."
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