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HE Children-, page editor wa. pleased to receive the post card
The 3EE5 JumoT JSirhdxy.Book
1 0 Uve8 ,n retnft. "1 who wrote saying
Thank you" for the prize which she won for her story of July 2.
The card was very pretty and the editor thanks the thoughtful
Busy Bee.
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lyear-old g r 1 who wrote last week from Wyoming. The age limit for con
tributor, to the Children', page 1. 14. The young girl', story Is printed,
luwever, ilnCa she did not know the rule. It Is well written and the author
ihould not .top writing. She should send her stories to some pai-er or maga
Elne which take, article, from young people or her a5o.
The f,rBt P-'e this week Is awarded for an imaginative story a "make
Delleve .tory about a dream In which Incidents happen which never could
occur In real life. Thi. 1. the first time in a month that a purely Imaginative
ptory ha. taken a prize. The prize stories of the last four Sundays have been
-tf '" .We-0 eXPerlenCe8 f the boy8 and lrl" themsolves or deBcrlptions of
The second prize has been carried rff by a brand new Busy Bee. who ha.
Ju.t moved to Nebraska, and who writes about herself and her interests.
(First Prise.)
Making a Goose of Myself.
By Mary Katherlne Harrison. Age U.
Tot was a little girl who lived In thick
river bottom, but she had never ventured
Xarther to the river than the rail fence.
On day aa she aat on the stile, eating
gooseberries and listening to the quacking
laugh of ducks and geese, as they splashed
1 the water, she exclaimed, "How, I wish
U were a goose."
Suddenly she found herself paddling
along in the cool mud under the shady
Willows and sycamores and following some
iweb-footed tracks. There were many mud
bests filled with big eggs all along the
tank. Soon she canio to a little house
Where the vines grew the thickest all built
of reeds and weeds.
Tot peeped In. No one was at home. In
he walked. A table was all set. There
i fcere three chairs; one big, one middle-
Sized and one small. But Tot aat only in
the small reed ohalr until she sat the
t back out. On the table were three eggs,
I M but Tot ate and ate only of the smallest
! voiu sue ate it all.
Getting up she saw herself in a water
uiurur. ner . mourn was yellow with the
yellow of the egg. "O," laughed Tot 'Tve
got a yellow goose bill, and blesa me If
her Un't a pair of wings by the fireplace.
f Erhts finished me. I'm a goose. QuackJ
Ruack!" She was so tired, though, that she
naturally just waddled up to a row of beds.
The first was too high and hard, the sec
ond too low and soft, but the third was
Just right and she lay on lt and fell fast
asleep.
Soon Mr. and Mrs. Goose and llttle
Cousin Duckle came home, for this was
their house.
Quack!" cried a big voice; "some one
as been here."
Quack!" cried a softer voice. "It's some
Wjld thing."
"Quackl" cried a little voice. "She broke
my chair back and ate my little snack."
n a row all three marched to the beds.
Quack!" cried the little voice. "Here's
wild goose ln my feather stack."
Up jumped Tot, really looking very wild
a the hissing, yellow bills so near her
face.
"What wings," quacked little duckle.
This reminded Tot that ahe had wings
and out the window she flew, back to the
stile. There her mother found her waving
her arms so frantically that she shook
her and asked, "Whatever are you doing?"
"O," laughed Tot, waking up, for she
kad only dreamed all this, "I've been
.tuaklng a goose of myself."
(Second Prize.)
A New Busy Bee.
XHirothy Andereou. Aged 10 Years, 217V4
West Third 8iret. Grand Island,
Neb. lied Side.
This la my first Sunday ln Nebraska.
JHy papa bought an Omaha Bee today and
I took pleasure in reading the llttle Busy troduce to you Daisy, a dear little golden
Bees' page and thought you might like to halred Blr,le f and Chubby, a dear llttle
tiear from a llttle stranger ln Nebraska.
Wa came here from eastern Iowa and
Are going to make this our home, so you
y hear from me often.
I am 10 years old and have just finished
the fourth grade in school. There were
twenty-two boys and girls In my class.
One day our teacher took us out to the
river for a picnic. Some of the boys took
fishhooks and lines, some bane balls and
bats and they enjoyed themselves fishing
and playing ball.
We girls played games and wove baskets
of willow and grass stems. One of the
koys killed a big water snake and fright-
ened the teacher and us girls with it. A
farmer living near our. picnic grounds
brought us some nice ripe apples and a
large bucket of milk. He let some of us
ride his pony.
We went home about 4:30 o'clock ln the
venlng tired and dusty, but glad we had
(on with our teacher for an outing.
(Honorable Mention.)
My Doves.
By Willie Laubscher. Aged 11 Years, Rufus,
Ore.
I have about thirty doves and I have a
llttle house for them. The old doves come
and feed the young ones. They catch bugs
and grasshoppers. I watch them water the
llttle ones they bring a drop to every
young one. I have six tumbler dovea. lt
Is fun to watch them. They fly nearly out
of sight In the aid and then tumble down.
I have white doves, blue, gray, and I had
V black dove, but he died. I have a dove
' . that will eat out of my hand, but she gets
carey once In awhile.
The Beieue of Ruth.
By Edna VoUht-Dlke. Aged la, Hamilton,
Mont. Blue Side.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! What Is lt?
Vhat can it mean? Our questions are soon
answered, for out of fire house No. 10
I rushed four horses drawing a fire engine
I and soma more horses drawing something
ante. Faster, faster they go and It seems
but aa Mutant whoa. they, slop Ufor
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flaming building. Then followed a rush,
a striking together of ladders and the drag
ging of a hose. Then they hissing of water
and flame.
Drowned by this was the frantic voice of
woman
"Let me go, I say. I must get
her Ruth. Ruth Is In there. She couldn't
come out alone and we forgot. She'll be
burned. I will got". ,,, .
She felt a hand touch her arm. "Listen,"
said a voice. "Tell me whore and I'll get
ber. Stay here, I say, I will go."
In answer the woman pointed to a win
dow, to which a ladder' waa raised and
someone ascended. A mere boy. he seemed.
but who other of all those men would
enter that window from which smoke and
flames rolled ln heavy showers. No one
ever knew just what went on beyond the
flames.
In her mother's arms now rested little
Ruth. But where waa he, that boy? They
could not find him anywhere, for as he
handed the struggling child through the
window down, down had sunk the floor
beneath him and he had fallen in the
burning mass below.
A Noble Deed
n Tj-,ni. finakQ ih 1? Tun 1091
Arthur Street. Omaha. Red Side.
There waa once a family living in Eng-
land who had a maid servant who was con-
sldered very trustful.
One day she bought some poison to
poison rats and was putting lt on the
bread when she waa called out and ln her
haste forgot the poison on the table.
While she was away the little boy of
When Daisy
T WAS all so very, very funny,
or, at least, after they knew
about lt. lt seemed that way
to iaisy ana ner new neignoor,
Chubby.
But, to begin with, let me ln-
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chap of & Daisy's home was a lovely big
roomed bungalow among giant trees ln
the rear and rose bushes and lilacs in the
front, and a vast green grassed lawn
stretching about for ever such a distance.
And Chubby's home was In a summer
hotel on the cliff. Just about a stone',
throw from where Daisy lived. Chubby's
father and mother had only come there to
live, and Chubby did not know that such
a person as Daisy was In existence. Neither
did Daisy know anything about Chubby.
But they got acquainted after the funny
thing happened which I am going to tell
yo about
One lovely summer afternoon Daisy, who
waa a really and truly "summer girl" (for
she could climb and walk and Jump and
almost swim) decided to go up In "big old
Elmy." Now "big old Elmy" was a gKint
tree which grew quite a way off from
palsy's house. Daisy could easily climb
quite Into the top of old Elmy, for her
papa had nailed tiny steps about the old
tree's trunk, and lt was very much like
climbing a ladder. Still, lt waa quite a
brave thing for a little golden-haired girl
to do to climb ln the big branches of old
Elmy.
After Daisy had gotten well Into the
tree, away up among the thick branches
where song birds often hid themselves
from wicked, stone-throwing boys, she
found a very snug llttle seat, for her
papa had fixed one securely there for her.
Daisy's papa knew how little folks love
climbing, and sitting in tree tovs. so he
fixed It very safe for Daisy so that she
could not posatbly fall out, even though
ahe tried to do so. And, of course, she
would never, never try to do such a foolish
and dangerous thing. Therefore, she was
safe.
After seating herself tn the snug seat
her papa had built for her between two
great strong limbs, and surrounded by a
network of smaller limbs, Daisy bgan to
sing softly to herself. So busily engaged
ln singing and watching a bird far above
her was Daisy that she did not sea a little
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the house came and ate the bread with
the poison on It.
Of course he died, and the case was
taken Into court.
A young lawyer, seeing her pronounced
guilty, went to work and won the case.
He afterward was talked of . as a hero
and the work he did was talked of as a
noble deed.
How the Mortgage Was Paid.
By lone Craig, Age 12 Years, Erie, N. D.
Blue Side.
Once upon a time there lived a lady
whose name was Mrs. Brown. She had six
chdn and they llv.ed ln llttle house
muuu w iu uiuri(ani.
She had a son named Ted, who waa
the oldest of the six children. He waa 12
years old.
ime morning he started out lor the woods
to chop down some wood for fuel.
On his way he had to cross a bridge
on which a railroad ran.
When he waa Just about in the middle
he saw something which chilled his blood,
lt w a large plece taken out of the track-
Ha rot . Btlck. whlch lav near the track
and took old red handkerchief out
of hlB pocket, put lt on the stick and
started to run" down the track for there
was a train due ln ten minutes. He had
jUBt got far enough away from the danger
spot when the big engine came in sight.
Then Ted waved the danger flag he had
made.
The engineer saw him and stopped. He
asked Ted the trouble and Ted told the
story to him and the people.
A collection of $175 was then given by
the paasengers to Ted, who had saved
their lives.
Ted thanked them and went home. He
paid the 100 mortgage and spent the $75
His mother was very proud of him after
that.
Clara's Visit to Fairyland.
By Pauline Swoboda, Plattsmouth, Neb.
Aged 13 Years. Blue Side.
Clara Brown was lying in the hammock
Was a Fairy
pered form was Chubby from the summer
hotel on the cliff. And he waa running
about aimlessly, and sobbing softly to
himself, and rubbing his tear-wet eyes
Wth his two small, dirty fista. Chubby
waa In some sort of trouble. But Dalsv
did not know lt, for she did not see him.
But pretty soon Chubby saw Daisy.
He had come quite close to the big tree
old Elmy and had heard Daisy's song.
So he looked up. And, lo! there, among
the green tree branches, sat a gplden
halred creature all in white, even to the
blue-rompered form wading through the tall
"PLEASE, FAIRY, COMB DOWN X
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SACK RACES ARE LOTS OF FUN FOR BOYS AND
reading fairy tales, when she heard a
soft voice saying, "Would you like to visit
fairyland?"
"O, yes," cried Clara; "there Is where I
always wanted to go."
So the fairy took Clara Into a nice yel-
low pumpkin carriage drawn by two snow
white rabbits, which ran over clouds and
through the air until they came In sight of
a large white palace.
They drove up to the palace and stopped
by a big arch made of roses and ferns. The
fairy changed Clara Into a nice little fairy
dressed In a long white gown and a silver
white gown and a silver wand was placed
n Clara', hand.
n wie iairy iea uiara into me call
room where many and many fairies were
dancing. The muslo stopped and Clara waa
seated on a little red phalr. She was ready
to dance when the music began,
Pretty soon it did begin and another
fairy came to her and asked her to dance,
So Clara began to dance, when she felt
something pushing her. She otiened hr
eyes and found Baby Bess Dushlna- her out
of the hammoclt
Marie's Resolution.
Pearle Mae Warne, Aged 13 Years.
By
One day Marie and Walter Harrison were
playing In the front yard ln the shade of
several tall ash trees.
They had been playing there for about
an hour when Marie exclaimed:
"Say, Walter, let's .climb these trees.
I'll climb this one and you climb the one
next to it.."
"Oh, no, dont," replied Walter. "Mother
told us not to Just this morning."
"Walter Is right," called their mother
from the parlor window, where she had
overheard what they had said. "I do not
want you to climb those trees. I am afraid
you will fall."
No more was said about it until half an
hour later they saw their mother going
down to the store.
"Oh, Walter," said Marie, "let's do climb
feet. (Daisy had on white stockings and
slippers.)
"Oh, it's a fairy!" whispered Chubby to
himself. Then his tears ceased to flow and
he ran quite close to the body of old Elmy
and looked up for several seconds. His
blue eyes grew big and round, and his tiny
bosom swelled. Surely, this was a fairy he
saw In the tree-top. His mamma had told
him fairy stories very often, told them as
"good-night stories" to put him to sleep,
But Chubby had never hoped to see a
fairy, never! And here he waa, looking
straight at one In a big green tree. And
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ins icury was singing to xum;
Then Chubby decided to do something.
"Dood fairy," he called out ln his baby
voice, "dood fairy, p'ease turn down an'
take poor Cubby home. Poor Cubby's
lost. He's been crying very hard for his
mamma." ,
And then it was that Daisy, golden-haired
Daisy, looked down and beheld the llttle
round figure at the foot of old Elmy.
Who're you?" she questioned, bending
over and looking Into Chubby's ball-shaped
face.
"Cubby," the little man replied. "P'ease,
airy, come down an' take Cubby to his
home."
Daisy laughed at being called fairy. But
somehow lt both flattered and pleased her.
And she decided not to tell the cute little
boy that she waa an ordinary little girl for
fear he would run away. If he thought her
a fairy, he'd stay a while and play.
"Walt. I'll come down," cried Daisy.
And she went down the steps on the tree's
trunk like a squirrel. And Chubbs mar
velled at her activity. Oh, how he wished
N' TAKE C'UBBT TO I1IS HOM.E,"
GIRLS.
these trees. Mother's gone and we can be
down before she gets back."
"All right," assented Walter.
They had been up In the tree about
twenty minutes when Walter exclaimed:
"Oil, Marie! there comes mother. Hurry
down, do."
Such a scramble to get down, but Marie
was higher up than Walter. She had taken
but one step when she slipped and fell to
the ground. Her mother saw her and ran
forward. Marie broke her left arm just
above the elbow.
That night after the doctor had dressed
It and gone and everybody had gone to
bed Marie thought: "That fall did me
more good than any scolding or whipping
could have done. I'll learn to obey what
I'm told now."
The Mysterious Player.
By Etta Faler, Aged 13, 614 South Tenth
Street, Omaha.
Matllda!" mamma called softly.
"Don't, dear. Baby's Just beginning to
get sleepy."
The sharp little patter of trills and scales
on the piano kept on.
"Matilda, stop playing at once!"
Mamma's voice Was now a command, but
still the notes of the piano continued. She
did not dare to get up because baby was
almost asleep. At last the noise stopped.
Matilda tip-toed Into the room.
"Matilda," Bald mamma gravely, "didn't
you hear me tell you to stop drumming
on the piano?"
"Why. I never, mamma," whispered Ma
tilda, surprised. "I haven't been ln the
music room at all."
"Then lt must have been Olivia, but lt
didn't sound like her. She really plays
little tunes."
"Olivia is out tn the hammock, mamma."
"Why!" mamma said. "And the boys
are gone. Who could . Hark!"
The sound of notes again, running up
and down the keyboard. Matilda's eyes
grew large with astonishment.
It waa a queer tune, with many kinds of
he might climb a tree or come down a
tree, rather like the fairy did.
Once on the ground, Daisy looked Chubby
over, and Chubby looker her over. They
both seemed plueased, for Daisy smiled and
Chubby came close to her and cautlonsly
touched her. He feared that If he were
rough she might disappear Into thin air.
Fairies had a way of doing that,
Then Chubby made Daisy understand that
he had wandered away from the "big house
on the cliff" where he lived with his papa
and mamma. Daisy asked his name and he
told her ln a very maniy way. i m juas-
tnk H'lihKir Cmlf
tah Cubby Smlf.'
"And have you got your tag?" asked
Daisy, looking for a string around his
neck. Daisy always wore her "tag."
"Yes'm," replied Chubby. And he drew
from beneath the breast of hla blue
blouse a llttle silver tag on which waa
engraved his name and his parents' name
and their place of residence. "Oh, you
live up to the Cliff House!" said Daisy.
"Well, come along with me and I'll lead
you home. But first we must run tell my
mamma about It."
When Daisy Bpoke of her mamma as a
human being, Chubby was somewhat as
tonished, for he supposed fairies had no
real papas and mammas. And he waa
more surprised when Daisy led him up the
wide porch of the pretty bungalow and
sala t0 a lovely lady sitting there: "Say,
mamma, this little boy's lost. He lives up
at the Cliff House. May I take him
home?" .
After Daisy's mamma had kissed Chubby
three times, and called him a "precious
darling." and patted his hands and head,
and told him how naughty It was for little
men to run away and get lost, she sent
Daisy to guide him to his anxious mamma.
As they walked along the road, Chubby's
fat hand ln Daisy's slim, brown one.
Chubby asked for a sudden: "Ain't you a
fairy for sure?"
Laughingly, Daisy had to confeas to
him that ahe was Just a plain llttle girl,
and that she would teach him how to
climb up Into old Elmy. And Chubby's
mamma was most happy to get her little
boy again, for she had missed him and
was running about the grounds calling to
him. And Chubby promised her never to
go away that way again. And his mamma
said she would just love to have Daisy
come to play with Chubby, and that she
should take him to her own home and
teach him how to climb up Into old Elmy.
And then It waa that Chubby knew that
Daisy was indeed not a fairy, but a lovely
golden-haired little girl with whom he
might play every day when It was not
rainlnc.
July 30, 1911.
Name and Ao-dress.
Sarah Abramovitz. 2212 South Thirteenth St...,
Raymond Allen, 2215 Grant St....
Gertrude Altmann, 1813 Willis Ave
August Caito, 5301 North Thirty-third Ave.. .
Delbert Callahan, 2123 Cass St
Gertrude Cooper, 514 North Twenty-second St...
Freda Chrlstensen, 410 Center St
Willie Farmer, 2 417 Ellison Ave
Leo Ferzely, 1222 South Twelfth St
John Green, 1611 Nicholas St
Harry M. Green, 717 North Twenty-third St........
Lillie Hoffman, 1932 South Twelfth St...
Arthur Jensen, 4315 Pacific St
Myrtle Johnson, 2819 Decatur St
Edna Klsor, 1145 South Twenty-eighth St.
Catherine Kisicki, 2413 South Twenty-ninth St
Russell Leek, 207 North Seventeenth
Evelyn Mooney, 2216 Grace St
Philip Mot, 1519 North Thirty-third St
David Nordstrom, 4736 Seward St
Mary Pasha, 1109 South Fourteenth St ...
Everett Penton, 2224 Clark St
Dorothy Pierce, 3906 North Eighteenth St
Bernard A. Primeauex, 2049 North Eighteenth St.
Eleanor V. Porter, 2512 Parker St
Ruth M. Powell, 2637 Hamilton St ;
James Roney, 4124 South Thirty-seventh St
Henry Rosensteln, 1923 PauJ St . . . .
Alice L. Ruchton, 930 Glenwood Ave
John Singleton, 1428 North Twenty-second St
Clara SmolinskI, 2926 South Twenty-third St
Louie F. Stowe, 935 North Twenty-eighth Ave.. ... .
George Stuart, 2477 Webster Ave. ............ .
Made Taylor, 2625 Decatur 8t. ........ ......
Wilbur Theleen. 2625 Bristol St
Meinrod J. Tlmmtns, 2920 Fort St. ..
Teddie J. Vanderpool, 2417 Erskine St
Fred J. Vaverka, 2223 South Twelfth St
Cyrus L. Watson, 1709 Laird St
Roderic Wiley, .1017 North Thirty-third St. ..... .
Ralph Wilson, 3822 Marcy St
LUa Youngs, 2439 Eram.t St. ....
sharp and flats and many Jlggy places.
Then lt stopped short.
Mamma held out her hand to Matilda
and they stole to the muslo room door to
gether. No one was there. Tom, the cat,
lay curled up on the sofa ln a dose, not
looking at all as If he had seen a ghost.
So the queer little mystery stayed undis
covered until a day or two after. Matilda
suddenly stepped right Into the middle
of lt.
She was hurrying through the hall and
she heard the piano going again in that
funny way.
"Oh, my" she thought. "There la the
piano playing Itself again."
But she had stopped at the door, and
there was Tommy playing a tune all him
self. Tommy! Who would have thought
it? Matilda stood and watched him. He
leaped from the piano stool to the key
board and whisked lightly back and forth
ln great delight at his own music. His
soft, padded toes struck the notes gently
and made funny little scales. Matilda
could not help saying "oh!" but she had
no more than said lt than Tommy was on
the sofa, apparently sound asleep.
"Thank You."
By Agnes Kane, Aged 12 Years. Care O. N,
Kane, Wiener, Neb.
Several winters ago a woman was coming
out from some public building when the
heavy door swung back and made the
egress somewhat difficult. A little street
urchin sprung to the rescue and as he held
the door open she said, "Thank you," and
passed on.
"D'ye hear that?" said the boy to a
companion.
"No. What?"
"Why, that lady said thank ye, to the
likes o' me."
Amused at the conversation which she
could not help overhearing, the lady turned
around and said to the boy, "It always
pays to be polite, my boy; remember that."
Years passed away, and last December
when doing her Christmas shopping, this
same lady received an exceptional courtesy
from a clerk In Boston whom she thanked.
"Pardon me, madam, but you gave me
my first lesson In politeness a few years
ago."
The lady looked at him ln amasement,
while he related the little, forgotten Inci
dent, and told her that that simple "thank
you," awakened his first ambition to be
something In the world. He went the next
morning and applied for a situation aa of
fice boy In the establishment where he was
now an honored and trusted clerk.
A Bose.
By Madeline Qohn, Aged 10 Years. 1302 Park
Avenue, omana. Ked Hide.
One day a vase of pansles was on the
table, and one large American Beauty rase
was ln with them. After the family had
gone the largest pansy addressed the rose
thus:
"We feel very much honored, Mauame
Rose, ln having such a large, beautiful and
sweet-smelling flower ,as you are In the
same vase as we are; we, whom I know
you hardly notice. We wish to ask you If
lt will be any trouble for you to teU us
the history of your royal life." ,
At this the rose was flattered, so she
proceeded to tell this story:
"My great grandmother was the most
beautiful rose ever known to exist When
she grew old she died, and her beautiful
pink dress, which had so many folds, de
cayed and fell apart. Her soul fell deep
Into the earth (lt Is understood that seeds
are the souls of all plants), and another
bush waa soon started. My grandmother
V.
' ' JAMES RONEY.
4124 South Thirty-seventh Street.
Name and Address.
Lincoln 1901
Lake 1900
Lake 1902
Monmouth Park.. .1904
Central 1898
Central ....1902
Train 1896
Saratoga ......1899
Pacific .. ...... 1905
Cass 1902
Kellom 1902
Lincoln ........1899
Beals 1897
Long ' 1896
High ..1894
Im. Conception. . .1904
Cass 1901
Lake 1900
Franklin 1903
Walnut Hill 1897
St. Philomena. . ..1903
Lothrop 1897
Lothrop ...... ..1903
Lake 1904
Long .. 1904
Long 1904
Columbian ....1901
Kellom ........ ..1904
Franklin 1897
High 1895
Im. Conception. ...1903
Webster 1903
Miller Park. ....1902
Long .........1899
Lothrop ...1905
Miller Park ....1905
Lake .....1905
Lincoln ........ .1896
Lothrop 1902
Franklin ......1903
Columbian ..1898
Lothrop ...... 1896
and my mother (since roses are all femi
nine) descended from that bush. When the
wind, which I can never forgive, killed
my mother, her soul was taken by some
human being, who placed it deep in a box
of earth. The souls of other roses were
tended to ln the same way. We were then
sent to a place where they cultivate young
bushes, called a nursery. If a soul Is care
fully tended a bush will come up, so It waa
not long before the bush upon which I
grew was ready to be sold. Many others
were ready, too, and were done up irl bun
dles, each containing three or four bushes.
I was a tiny baby bud at the time wa
were taken to the store, but I remember
how two or three days afterward we Vera
sold and planted In the garden of this
house. Day by day I grew larger and
every one who visited the garden admired
'me. But, alas I will be admired no more!
This heat is killing me! See, my dress la
falling apart and that is a sign of death.
Adieu, forever!" The pansles turned their
heads, since they hated to witness the
death of their friend.
Such waa the beginning and end of this
elegant American Beauty rose.
The Consequence.
By Madeline Cohn, Aged 10 Years, 1302 Park
Avenue. Omaha. Red Side.
Mrs. Wright waa a very good woman, or
rather some might think that of her. I
noticed one bad or weak point ln her char
acter, which la she waa fond of her only
child, Helen, and so waa the father. But
ahe never thought of the wrong she was
doing not only to the father, but to the
child. She liked to have picnics, thus ah
needed warm, nice weather.
The angels noticed her very much and
they were thinking what they could do
for Mr. Wright, who worked very hard for
his family.
One day lt was warm and the bloKsoms
were on the trees. Mrs. Wright thought
they could go to the wooda fur a picnic,
whore there was such a delightful odor.
But something occurred which prevented
It. She then thought, "I have promised It
to Helen and we will go tomorrow."
Then the fairies had their chance. "Oh,"
said one, "I know, let us send her a dream. '
They all sat down, since they all liked her
plan, to consider what dream to send her.
At last they agreed (to say exactly, soma
did not) to send her this dream.
When Mrs. Wright closed her eyes the
ground was one mass of Ice and snow.
"Oh," she said in her sleep, "what a day
for a picnic! Jane, I want you to find out
from the weather man what this means."
And after a while Jane, the maid, brought
back this note: 1
"Dear Madam: I am sorry to state that
Mother Nature will allow Father Time no
control of the Earth, their child. It Is Mma
for spring, but Father Time haa nothing
to say when Mother Nature says, 'it shall
be winter." And so you see lt Is winter.
Yours truly. H. B. ANDREWS."
Mrs. Wright opened her eyes and saw
her daughter turning off the alarm, vit Is
good he did not stop the clock."
"What did you say, mother?" she asked.
And then her mother related her dream.
Helen waa 10 years old and understood
when her mother explained what they de
prived Mr. Wright of. They did not tell
him, but they acted tt.
The fairies were pleased with their sue
cess, but who knows even now If the fairies
Intended It only for Mrs. Wright or for
everyone. But leave this question till
you answer, What would be the conse
quence It her dream was true?
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