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THE OMATTA SUNDAY BEE: NOVEMBER 21. IPOf). NEW BL'SY BEE in far away New York City writes that he does A not understand about the lied Bide and the Blue side. The busy Bee writers join whichever side they wish and all of the little writers and reader of the page send in votes to elect a king for the Red side and a queen for the Blue side. Then each Ride tries to see which can receive the most prizes. The king and queen are elected for three months lelgn and at the end of that time new ones are elected. During the three months of summer the Blue side won the most prizes. During the three months of spring there was a tie, each side winning the same number of prizes. The present king of the Red aide is Ronald Wycoff of Wilbur, Neb., and the queen is Frances Johnson of Omaha. So far this fall, the contest is very even. Fo many good stories were sent decide which should receive prizes. Johnson of Lincoln on the Blue and to side. Honorable mention was given to the Red side. Some new names were added to .the postal card exchange this week. Ex-King William Davis fo North Platte, Neb., says that lie has not received very many postal cards recently from the Busy Bees. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whoBe name is on the Postcard Exchange, which now Includes: Pearl Itarrou, Monarch, Wyo. Jcmi Li iuiig, Ainsworm, Neb. lium MiCuy, lim-imiun, iseb. Lillian Mcrwlu, Beavtr City, Neb. Aittbel Wul, Bennington, .Neb. Ai.na Uousch, iiennmgion. Neb. Minnie Uuilsuh, IJeiiiiuigioii, Neb. Allies Lainnke, Benson, Neb. aim iv umiaauei, tttiineuuuti. Neb. (box 12;. lua may, Central Cay, Neb. Veiu Clieney, Ci uiahtuii, Neb. j.uum iiunn, jjuvid Ciiy, Neb. J. uen l'leiQell, Lioicnesler, Neb. tuiiKe Bude, Kails city, Neu. Jiiuel Reed, Fremont, Neb. HuiUa i. undoin g. i lemon'. Neb. Aim iuii capps, Uiusoii, Nco. AiaiMueriiu ijarlhoioinew, Uothenburg, Neb. iyuia Koto, Wo Went Kuenlg street, Grand Inland, Neb. Lua V ub. 4U7 West Charles street, Grand inland, Neb. Irene costello, 115 Went Eighth street. Grand Island, Neb. Jessie Crawtord, 4u West Charles street, Grand Island, Neb. Pauline scnuite. U West Fourth street. Grand Inland, Neb. Martha Murphy, H23 East Ninth street, Urand Island, Neo. Hugh Kutt. Leshara. Neb. Hester K. Kutt, Lexhara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Kuth Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Nelison, Lexington, Neb. Kdythe Krells. Lexington, Neb. Marjorlo Temple, Lexington, Nob. Allen Urassmeyer, lf.45 C. St., Lincoln, Neb. Marian Hamilton, Uua) L. St.. Lincoln, Neb. l.lsl. Hamilton. 20M L St.. Lincoln, Neb. Irene Dlslier, H08U L street. Lincoln, Neb. Hughie Lilsher, 2U.10 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Charlotte Boggs, JtZl South Fifteenth street, Lincoln, Neb. Helen Johnson, S34 South Seventeenth street, Lincoln, Neb. Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb. Estelle McDonald, Lynns, Neb. Milton, Seller, Nebraska City, Neb. Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. liarvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Luclle Haxen, Norfolk, Neb. i Helen Reynolds, Norfolk, Neb. Let ha Larkln. to. Sixth Ht., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi son avenue, Norfolk. Neb. Genevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Orrln Fisher, 1210 H. Eleventh St., Omaha. Mildred Erlckson, 1701) Howard St., Omaha. Oscar Erlokson, 2709 Howard St.. Omaha. Louise Raabe, 2609 North Nineteenth ave nue, Omaha. Fiances Johnson, 933 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha. Marguerite Johnson, 933 North Twenty fifth avenue, Omaha. Emlle Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. ' Helen Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas St., Omaha. Mary Broun, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. Eva Hendeo, 4102 Lodge street, Omaha. Joe's Thanksgiving Surprise BY WILLIAM WALLACE, JR. OE had Just sold Ms last paper and was hurrj ina home through tho stinging cold with tha pleasant anticipation of a warm fireside, a good supjww and the welcoming smile of his fond mother. He had sold so many more papers that morning than usual, and as his rough little hand Jingled the dimes in his pocket his face beamed with a de lighted smile as certain plans formed them selves in his mind. t Joe's mother was making great prepara tions for their Thanksgiving dinner, an event which would take place in two days, and Joe had planned a little surprise for her. He knew that the turkey a fine, fat fellow was plucked and dressed for tha loaptlns'. He knew that all the toothsome aiTompanlinents to complete a turkey tinner wore supplied, and In the kltohen cupboard. He knew there was plenty of roal In the cellar and that the house would be cozy and full of good cheer. He knew that his mother had her best dress a black silk that hud done such splendid service fur so many years brightened up by a bit of white lace at throat and waists. He knew his little sisters and brother were provided with good, warm shoes and clothes for the winter and that the family were fairly well off In the matter of simple homo comforts. But one thing he remem bered having heard his mother Bay on the previous Thanksgiving day, "Oh, that we might afford a pretty buquet for the din ner table. But I cannot buy flowers, so we shall have to do without them. Maybe wo can get some for next Thanksgiving day." And here was "next Thanksgiving day" already, and everything save the flowers had been provided for the table. And that was the reason Joe smiled and planned, and planned and smiled. He Intended purchasing a fine boquet with which to a. lorn the table on the festive occasion. And beside the flowers Joe meant to get a fine basket of fruit. Would Dot his mother be pleased when be should walk Into the snug dining room carrying a tissue paper parcel (containing hothouse flowers) and a basket of fragrant fruit. Just as Joe was thus meditating he heard a voice calling to him from tha win dow of an old house nearby. Looking round he saw a woman leaning from a second-story window, beckoning to him. "Have you a paper for me tonight, little boy T" "Yes'ra," replied Joe, holding up the only paper he had left. "Will you please bring it up to mar" came the request from the woman. She usually caroe to the door of an even ing and bought a paper from Joe as ha passed on his rounds down the street. But Joe was most obliging, and went to the halldoor, pushed It open and ran up the rickety stairs. He entered a dingy room, in respousa to the woman's "Come in." The woman was fixing a window shade which had fallen, but stopped her work to say "HKiod eveclhg, little man. You are good to come up hare for the sale of one paper." Then she went Into aa adjoining room to get a . penny for Joe. This short delay gave him aa opportunity to study in this week that it was difficult to The prizes were awarded to Helen Hazel Snow of Omaha ou the Blue Lenora Wendel of Auburn, Neb., on Juanita Innes, 2769 Fort street. Omaha. Jack Coad, 3718 Karnam street. Omaha. Lillian Wirt, 4158 Cass street, Omaha. Meyer Conn, K4ti Georgia avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 3424 Franklin street, Omaha. Myrtle Jensen, Izard street, Omaha, t lull Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Helen Houck, 1625 Lothrop street, Omaha. Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha. Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust, St., Omaha. Lnon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha. Uietchen Lustmun, 136 South Thlrty- eiRhth street, Omaha. I'aullne Coad, 371S Farnam street, Omaha. W lima Howard, 4723 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Hllah Fisher. 12.10 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edna Heden, 2781) Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Shelfelt, 4U14 North Twenty-tlun street. Omaha. Walter Johnson, street. Omaha. 2406 North Twentieth Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth street, Omaha. Leonora Lenlson, The Albion, Tenth and Faclflo streets, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb. Madge L. Daniels, Old, Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Nob. Marie Fleming, Osceola, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Nob. Earl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. Edna Enis, Btanton, Neb, Lena Petersen. 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha. Ina Carney, tiutton. Clay county, Nebraska, Clara Miller, Utlca, Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Alta Wllken, Waco. Neb. loo Beckord, Waco, Neb. Mao Orunke, West Point, Neb. Elsie Ktastny. Wilder, Neb. Fredorick Ware. Wlnside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Behllng. York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb. Carrie 11. Bartlett, Fontanelle, la. Irene Reynolds, Little Kioux, la. Ethel Mulholland. Box 71, Malvern, la. Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, la. Kathryne Mellor, Malvern, la. Ruth Robertson, Manilla, la. Mildred Robertson, Manilla,' la. Margaret B. Wltherow, Thurman, la. Bertha McEvoy, It F. D. 3, Box 26, Mis souri Valley, la. Adlena Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. Bos 82. Fred Horry, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Edith Amend, fcherldan, Wyo. Pauline Hqulre, Grand, Okl. Fred Shelley, 230 Troup street, Kansas City, Kan. Henry L. Worklnger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Aleda Bennett, Elgin, Neb, William Davis, 221 West Third street. North Platte, Neb. the room and its occupants. The apart ment was poorly furnished and cold, the meaner fire In the cooking stove being almost burnt out. Beside the dylug fire sat an old woman wrapped In a threadbare shawl, sewing on some bit of cloth. In the middle of the room two little girls played on tha floor with paper dolls. They stopped their play as Joe entered and looked at him questlonlngly. After a few moments the woman returned and handed Joe the penny he was waiting for. As he pocketed the coin he said, by way of being friendly: "I reckon you are making big preparations for Thanks giving day. Wa are at our house. We've got a big turkey." "No," replied the woman, with a faint smile. "Our Thanksgiving will be passed as all our days are passed; but we'll be thankful that we are all together mother, my two little ones and I." Joe stood Irresolute for a moment; then whirled about and said "Good night." and was down the stairs and off toward his own home. But so busy was he thinking that he did not whistle as he ran along. Another plan was now forming in his mind, and It kept his thoughts all evening, even after he had tlawled Into hla warm little bed beside hla chubby brother Jimmy. The next evening aftor school Joe was again busily selling papers, and as soon as he had disposed of the pack he ran to a French market and bought a dressed chicken, some potatoes, a pint of cran berries, Borne fruit and nuts, it took nearly all the money he had, but he was glad to be able to buy so many good things to eat. When all were put into a basket the sales man asked where he should send the pro visions. Joe gave the number of the house where tho woman who had called to him from the second-story window lived. "And take the basket to the front room on the second landing, and ask for Mrs. Baker." Joe had learned the woman's name in some , ' I 1 i ' f . - - a HH RAN TO A MARKET AND LAID IN A m r ..."ihSi, rmm: BOBBY and Jack were playing one day That the new-fallen snow was new-mown hay: So they hitched old Rover up to their sled To haul It back to the old wood-shed. Then Bobby raised hla whip with a crack And brought it down across Rover's back. But Rover, stinging beneath the blow, Stood perfectly still, refusing to go. "I'll make him go!" young Bobby cried, "If I have to mark his stubborn hide!" And again the rod was raised on high. But of a sudden he heard Papa cry: "Stop, stop, my son! Do you not know How to get old Rover to haul the snowT Speak to him gently, and pat his head. Then you'll see how well he will draw the sled." RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Writ plainly on one aid of the paper only and number the pares. Use pen and Ink, not pencil a. Short and pointed nxtlolas will be given preference. Ba not use ever a 50 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 0. Write your name, aga and ad dress at th. top of the first page. rirst and seoond prises of looks will be given for tne best two con tributions to this pars oaoh week. Address all oonuntmloatlens to CMOUDKxira ssrAximxira, Omaha Bee, (First Prlxe.) The Frolics of Winter By Helen Johnson. Aged 14 Years, S34 South Seventeenth Street, Lincoln, Neb. Blue Side. The sky, which is always so pleasant to look at with Its dainty tints of color, was disagreeable and dark looking for the work of winter had begun. The tree branches were brown and bare, and they looked as if they were holding out their arms to receive their best best frieitfTa, the birds and spring. The soft downy flakes of snow were fast covering the ground, trees and dead flowers. Although winter la gloomy, it makes beautiful scenery. The trees were covered with snow, and whenever the wind blew It sent a shower of snow down upon the laughing squirrels, who had gotten ahead of winter, and had a fine supply of nuts. Clear across the hills in the far distance, nothing could be seen but winter's blanket. Little mounds of snow formed a head-tomb for the grass and dead flowers that had died long ago. until Miss Spring should step In and take care of them. At night, when the moon rose high in the heavens, it sent a rioh glow over the white ground, and the snow dazzled like so many aiamonos. k Often when winter would chat with his little helper, Jack Frost, he would say: "I think I can get ahead of autumn," and away he would fly, over hills, valleys, dales and meadows, to let them know lie had oome with his Ice and cold. way, for she had been for many months. a customer of his , .w tw flaw atnn- Jn.Zt the florist' Tthop i annuel ?S I0S9 Tr he had W canu buy one big red r os e for he lia ir cams left for that And there he &zirz .... t,..v... ma n. at Mrs. Baker's doors. And he did not aing iT." b Xt nurr.TtotL house Joe was watching and disappeared up the stairway And Joe, running to the open Biairway. unu joe, iui uii y hall door heard Mrs. Bakers volte saying: Yes. I am Mrs. Baker." And then he saw the boy place the basket at the door and run down the stairs. With a beating heart and the sense of having made others happy, Joo ran on to his home to relata to his proud mother all that he had done. Any you may be sure that the absence of flowers and fruit from th. Thanksgiving table the next day was not regretted, and Joe's mother gave thanks not only for the good dinner, the happy little ones about her, but for the kind, generous son who had shown to her by his own acts of charity that he was "better than iriilri " BTOCK Or THANKSGIVING DAINTIES. Kindness the Boss Who (Second Prize.) The First Thanksgiving By Hazel Snow. Aged 11 Years, Omaha, Neb. Blue Side. It was In the year 1621, one year after the Pilgrims landed in America. The crops had been very poor that year, for they could not take proper care of them on account of being attacked by Indians. .The Pilgrims were starving and many died, as there was no food to be had. But one day when they thought they would die of hungor a ship from England came Into the harbor, laden with provis thank""' ao7foh..orness0ftor!h.mUP And ever ?Li th5 ,7, iiilt Ana ever since then our nation has kept a day of ThanksKlvlne- to God for tho blessings bestowed upon us. (Honorable Mention.) Harry's Mistake By Lenora Wendel, Aged 11 Years. Auburn, Neb. Red Side. "Harry," said grandma, "do you think you can run to the corner and put this letter In the letterbox for me?" "Course I can," replied Harry. "Mama told me to help you all I could all the time I was here." He straightened up and looked very important. "Well," said grandma, "that will be a very great help, indeed, because, you see. my rheumatism is so bad that it would take me a Ion time to rat ovr them .nd you're so spry that you can get over in time for the postman to take it up on his next round." Harry felt very Important when he started off. If It wasn't for him poor grandma would have to take the letter and that would make it too late. When he reached the corner he was puzzled. Grand ma had not said anything about two boxes, T"" lu"' uul" ,oa na DOln DOUi ,i9 ,ame Whlch wa the right one? 1" Dut il 1,1 th shiniest one he thought. climbing up on a wooden box, which hap- penea to by the curbing. He shut the little door carefully after he had put the letter in and started off. There, he thought, I can mail letters for grandma and hold yarn for her, and-but the list was never fin- iMher, for Just then a fire engine came dashing up the street, steaming and blow- tug, wun a crowd of men and boys fol- .owing lar Dcnina. i wonder where the fire """IrTZfZ.Z. 7 . disappeared across tha unkept yard, rush is, thought Harry, and so everyone seemed ';';T'7;ov ":t.. m down mm ' try u. TLZZTori Pr,8f; d Th7.o.Jptpol turnf g -th on the tender sapg. which JoZ"lL the suck 8,ow,y. "How ole is Mammy . . . Z?S' 7"' ' V ne"fhbor'- Th n'e" " iinvstlat"'' "4 men and boy. wer, ,,,, up and flown Itre9t ,ook Ing everywhere for smoke. "Bom. on, has .b:r; tsz chIef r-r ald at laat rnly. 'Do any of you vna,. ' , , , " --.-up of boy. gathered about ,h. fn"ln' " becau" lfwd h-d tt.r b""-. - ntivR HUYiniiiH louui hit io uu oul' '"ought th. great man ooked verv fi..r.n .., .. .... .u.. - upeu ion "u P'"ya a trick. "What would mey ao witn any boy that did that?" he asked. "Put him in Jail gulck enough," answered some one. "Wring Ills neck for him," answered another. Just then the Pstma-n cme up and handed grandma the lelter' round it in the fire box." he "ald' "l kew it was yours for It says to return this to this number in five days, 1 guens this is the cause of all the trouble," looking at the fire engine and group of men and boys. "Yes, I think my little boy was responsible for It," said grandma. "H. as trying to help me and got the wrong hnv box." "Oh, grandma," said Harry, hiding his face in her skirts, "Will they? Will they?" he broke down in sobs. "No, they won't do a thing," said th. chief, who had come up and was listening to the conversation. "When it's a mistake and you have done our beat to do the right thing and help people, and you don't succeed, you needn't feel badly over It. Look up, young man." Harry looked up and smiled through his tears. "But I II look out for the fire box the next time." he said, and he did. Edith's Dream. By Margaret Matthew. Aaed ! Years 2S t'alitornla Street, Omaha. Red bide. Edith was usually a good girl, but today was a hot day and Kdlth's mother would not let her play lively names. Her mother said she could u to the library and get some book that she could read and bu lntei est d In. Kdith got a book of fairy tales. She went out In the hammock to read. Soon she felt pull at her golden curls. A little voice said: "Do you want to fc'o to fairyland with me, dear. Edith looked up to see who was speaking. .She aw a tiny figure about two Inches tall. "Yes. I will," sh. said, "but how am I to get there, I am so large?" "Why you are just as small as I am." "So I am," said Edith- "Now com. with Wins This Bobby did, and away they sped With the sled of snow, and Papa said: "I want you, my sons, to bear in mind That the boss who wins is always kind.' : me," said the fairy. She took hold of his hand and they walked till at last they came to a little cltv made of rin ra They went on and Edith saw tiny people walking up and down the streets. The sidewalks were made of American beauty roses, even the houses and fences. "What city Is this?" asked Edith. "This Is the roynl city In fairyland," answered the fairy. "It Is called American beauty." "Oh," answered Edith. Here the fairy stopped. "Here Is the palace," he said. Do you want to go In?" "Oh, yes," Edith replied; so they went In and were going upstairs; finally they reached the throne room. Edith was speaking to Queen Rose when she woke up to find her mother call ing her to s upper. How Robert Won a Medal By Simon Goldstein, Aged 14 Years, 209 .ciuriuse Direec, iew xork City. Red Side. The Sprlngvtlle academy gave a medal at the end of each school term to the scholar who during the past five months has exceeded all other students In kind ness to dumb animals. The principal had Impressed on the boys' minds what was brilliant speech. In which he depicted dog lying In the road Injured with no one to help him. Robert Howard was one of the scholars -ttT.tZlonX made an lnwar1 vow t0 . .... , A. who had listened attentively to the words ,u iitru UIDHC9EI, KiWftfB WIICU V 1 1 0 UppU tunity presented Itself. Witt) this thought "Mammy Jane" BY FLORENCE DAVIS. HE southern sun was beating down on a little South Caro- T Una town, and the wind was gently blowing the smoka from a smouldering wood fire that was burning in the back yard of the village hotel, a small unpretentious hostelry, but the best the town afforded. Th8 P'"0 "eomed utterly asleep town and htol-save for a buBy little black child who stood close to the wood-fire. Over the fire swims- a hture black "loan-not." "POX, ind the little negro girl, dressed In frook tf faded calico, va. stirring tne boilg contents of tho vessel with a long crooked stick. As she slowly dipped the end of the stick into the steanUng liquid she orooned in a childish way: "How ola Is the stick? How ole Is the house? How ole Is Mammy Jane? How ole Is tha pot? How ola is is " and her soft Velvety eyes of black sought an old cotton-press nearby "how ole is the cotton?" Then the little worker wearily paused In her stirring and glanced about. Her 6'es fel1 on th rni of an old negro woman, a bent form it was, the form of 0n8 whose life had been passed In doing Jlpav7 ork- The old woman had oome " l" ""m". j iuia Lnwfly, i aone reckon she s a thou- yeah, old- thousan' yeaU ola" Then she suddenly became silent, her hands . eyes. "If it wasn't foh old rhmued- '.vr heah soap, an' I'd be don old Mammy Jane," be stlrrln' dls - """"" niw oi .awmiu ais minute. A bea hummed near to the black child, ear, a slow sleepy hum. Th. sua wa. WMrrn an "rignt. there in th. back yard, and the sonn sent mil a vanar nf - T ... . uu"" uwiua me nr., pusnillg into me COaiS a bit of dry stick. As the feul flamed up the child again mused: "I hates to stir -HOW OLE IS DB BTICK-HOW OLE IS In mind the dlsmissnl bell rang, and gath ering his books he was soon In the dusty road which led to his house. When he was still a quarter of a mile from home he heard a cry of pain In the form of a bark from a dog. Quickening hie pace to a trot, he soon eamo to a place where a dog was lying, evidently In great pain, the cause of which was as yet unknown to our hfcro. He bent ovrr the Injured dog, who was howling plte ously and soon learned that the dog's right torepaw was broken. He gently lifted the dog Into his arms and walked to the house. As he came near his home, he attracted his brother's attention by whistling. Robert handed him his books and In a few words ex plained all to him, telling him to bring some linen. Rob then proceeded to the barn, where he laid the dog on a pallet of hay. After setting the broken bone he bandaged the paw with the linen his brother had brought him. In a week the dog's leg was healed. He became a com panion to the boys and would not let them to be out of his sight for a moment. There had been a silent spectator at the scene where Robert took the injured dog In his arms and carried him home. This was none other than the principal. Of the later details of Rob's humane act he had been Informed by Robert's brother. It was the end of the term and at the graduation exercises what was Robert's surprise when the principal read the fol- lowing Inscription from the back of a medal: "To the boy, who during the term. na" to the knowledge of the principal ren- dered the most aid to dumb animals, this medal Is to be awarded." "I am glad to say," he contlnuer. "It Is awarded to Robert Howard." He then went on to say Rob was thus rewarded and when he had ended, the applause In cur hero's behalf was deafening, and as he left the building with the silver medal pinned to his breast, the plaudits still rang In hla ears. A Story About Spring By William Davis, Ex-King. Aged 9 Tears, t? West Third and Sycamore Streets, North Platte, Neb. Red Side. It was spring and the grass and trees bad their prettiest color of green. Mother Nature smiled and said, "It's beautiful. Isn't It, Summer?" "Tea," said Summer. "But wait till I go out." "Yes," said Fall, tht wisest of them all, "but you must wait till I go out. The people oould not live without me. When I go out the trees put on golden, red and other beautiful colors. I bring the fruits to help the farm ers. Now, have you anything to say?" "Children, you must not quarrel," said Mother Nature and Winter together. "You all know Fall Is the wisest" Little Jack Frost then piped In and cried. but h Interrupted 7 the bird. ..ng- bfc- Th f'Wer' UP -uch vinlt. th ,iiir.. aI1 f.m. rosea and - -- i , crocuses. The grass and trees became A Story for Discontented Little Ones the soap-pot. I hates to work. Soma day who crowded and Jostled her, but they did I'll run away from ola Mammy Jane, an' not heed her. She fell to the hard pave then I'll tvevah work no moah. I'll go ment, for a terrible pain was cutting t0 a big city where dar ain't no soft soap DBin' made; an' I'll nevah have to sUr P any moah. Utt- Ana sne ciosea aar J" meetn'y on, now uw stick How ole U tha pot-How la Is Mammy Jane " Th ohlld's eyes remained closed now, "ha leaned aalnst a convenient stump. boa returned to hum close to her ear. aon seemed to say: "How-ole is - atlck- How- ole- la- the pot- How- ole- la- Mammy- Jan.?" And seemed to say: "Run-away-littla- J- Kun-away-llttle-gaL Don't aver oome aok to ole Mammy Jane." Then soma added their song to that or tne oees, saying aver and over in a oromng way: "Hun away little gal. Don't ever coma back to ola Mammy Jane." A whirlwind came flying round the cor- ner of tha bouse and fanned the slum- beriag fire. little red flame crept out on the dry bit of stick, soon reaching the end farthest from the bed of coals, lt ilft.d lta hot ton-ue and tasted tha frayed licm of the faded calioo frock h, h , temptingly near. The whirl- wl . .v wind gave it another little fanning; then " ,n.n -W. the fir. forgot to wake and stir the soap, w.v Bv faw.rH. h. vmt nn- ,..,, ,, ,,,. . . . away from the soap-pot; away, away h?T7j"l tlTTy W"' f " " ' " as sh. had dreamed it would be. There ,. . . , . . . ,.. " "' " uiouameu iu ngubs iini, niiv iim vvrjr tired, but nowwher. could she find a place to rest. She cried out to several people MAMMY JANE-HOTT LH IS IS ' ijl irettler. The birds sang sweet. Mors flowers came up. Spring flew more quickly. Weeks passed by, the weather became hotter and summer striped out proudly. Next week we shall have a story about summer. The First Snow By llena N. Mead, Ex-Uueon, Acid Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. The snow had be nun In the gloaming. And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway Wltu a silence deep and while. Longfellow. And so It had, and of course the streets of the neighboring town wore filled. Tim main street ran clear through town and out about half a mile was a long, gradual slope that swelled Into a high hill. Little Bess raised from her snug bed t peep out of the window. The sun wa beginning to creep toward the senlth and several children with their sleds were run ning up the hllL She was only 6, but had asked mamma to wake her early that she might slide, and here It was 10. M o'clock. She ran downstairs, where nurse dressed her and gave her her breakfast. Mother told her that Rob and Oolclle, who went twins and 3 years her senior, had taken their sleds and gone out to play. She wanted to go, too, but mamma shook her head and said she was so small she might get run over. Poor little Bess was disappointed, but went and crawled up In the big bay window to watch the sleds fly past. v Before she had been there long Jennla came running down the hllL She was screaming frantically,1 and close behind cams a big sled loaded with boys. They were terrified past screaming and were going so fast they couldn't stop. One run ner struck her leg and knocked her Into the drift at the side, while the back run ner ran over her ankle. She was home and the doctor came to act being broken In two places. Bessie had seen It all and sat there the big window rejoicing that her re bellious little conscience bad ruled that time and kept her Inside, or It might have happened to her Instead of Jennie. Now, there's a moral in this If you've listened sisters and brothers You'll find the lesson to be "Learn from the experience of others." , Afraid of the Goblins By Marie Langenbohn, Aged 11 Years, 8343 Ames Avenue, Omaha. Blue Side. This Is my first letter to the Busy Bee page. I am In the fifth grade at school. I go to Monmouth Park school. My teach- er's name la Miss Loughnana. - She is nice. I did not go out Hallowe'en, because 1 WWlt a ma. E hnne this will miss Mr. WutmhiuilKtL w From a little reader of the Busy Bee page. through hsr foot and ankle. And, oh, how the sun burned her fleshl And how the. fumes from somewhere smothered her; Ah, she would return to Mammy Jane, good Mammy Jane.- Yes, she was sorry; now, that she had fled from her own old, home, so poor and simple, but a home for all that, and one where a child could rest when tired and sick.' If she might ga ( 1 ...In V. Hrtl In Vf T.n.'.. " - " -' uny o d room. wher. the brass candle- gleamed on the mantleplece- gift to Mammy Jane from some great lad many, many yeara agol And how she jongea w sei eyes once more on uie strip or rag carpei-so warm to ner leet la, winter that stretched in front of her little bed, And the four-patch auilt that spread her bed so beautlfullyl Oh, would she never see any of those dear things again?, But the pain in her foot and ankle wa ao terrible that she forgot the city, forgo?' her home village, forgot Mammy Jane, even forgot that sha had run awar from the place where she had spent the ten years of her poor life. Then she began to sob, to sob as she bad done on. day. when Uiey led her to the black box to look for the last time on the face of her mother. Inside that black box the one dearest to her on earth had been shut, from sight, and she had then gone ta Mammy Jane. And on Mammy Jane's warm bosom she had wept out tho grief of a broken little heart. And now sha wept in that sams way, only this time it cam. from agony of pain Instead of agony af grief. But of a sudden something cool and TU eyes. To her wonder, she looked Into th. loving fae. of old Mammy Jan.. And. . ' . ""lii i au sne was on her own, little bed. But what wre the strancera doing in the room? Why, there were tha white doctor and Mrs. Jones, the landlady of the hotel, where Mammy Jana worked fur their living. And then she saw that one of hor feet was all wrapped In whlta bandages; and both Mammy Jane's hands and arms were bandaged the same way. It was one of Mammy Jane's bandaged hands that was stroking her face. Doan cry, honey sugar-lump," said old Mammy Jane. "You'll be pert again In a few days, chile. You done fallen ableep by tho soap-, pot, an' th. fu'. don. cotch y.r drabs. An, ole Mammy Jes seen you In time, and run, an' smothered out th. flam. 'for. it ootcb, you abov. th. knees. So, go to sleep. Hi chile, an' Manimy'll sing you a song. Go to sleep, lioney-chlle." Th. black child smllsd, and as th. white dootor and th. landlady seeing that was all right again and In safe hands-, left th. room, she whispered! "Oh, Mammy Jane, I lubs you, I do. An' I am glad It was ja th. fir. an' not th. great city dat got me. I wanted to run away from you. Mammy Jan.. But now I know, flat I lubs you as I us. to lub my own mammy. You Is my grandmammy, an' I'll stay with you for.vah an' forevah. An' I'll do all youah work. Mammy Jane, soon as I get wall, for you burned youah, por. han'a savin' m. from dat fire." Tsars streamed down ol. Mammy Janea fac. as sh. bant ov.r th. child. "You Is all ole Mammy has got, honey-chile, an I'm thankin' the good Lord ha sent me to cotch you out'n th. fir. In time. We'll both b. well soon, bonayv and we'll ha buppy, too." "Yes, Mammy, an' w.'U have some fried chicken an" gravy for supper, won't W.F aked th. ohlld, amlllng. "True ol. Mammy Jan. foh dat, r You shall .at chicken an' gravy and dumplln's wlitl. the ol. hatyg can cmI '.in foh you-" 11 . run- taken w ire In " f 3
