The Busy Bees
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INTIMATIONS of spring re to be seen everywhere, and it doe not
require skilled eyes to find them, either. Old Mother March has been
blustering about in a frantic fashion, trying her very best to reveal to
us that the winter days are past and that spring house-cleaning time
has come, but her intimations have been expressions of moods
rather than tangible signs. The first thunder storm of the year a
week ago was a portent of the spring season, and the bluejay, one of the very
lirst of our feathered friends to return, sang his melody with a suddenness
v.hich took us by surprise.
But now, with Easter only two weeks off, the signs of spring have be
come more visible. The swelling buds on the trees may be seen most any
where if you will carry your heads erect enough, and the lengthening days
briug the more gorgeous sunsets as well as the earlier and brighter dawns.
Is it a winder that the poets call the spring a time of youth when
Mother Nature herself on every side is telling us it signifies a time of re
juvenation? ,
Little girls and boys, forced to lay aside their sleds and ice skates for
another year, may now be seen flying along the walks on their roller skates,
or skipping with new and gayly colored ropes, not to mention the bags of
shining "glassies" bulging from little boys' pockets and groups of children
with the bright copper jack stones and balls.
How are your garden plans progressing, Busy Bees?
Here are a few helpful books for young gardeners which you can find
in your city libraries to assist you in your planning: "When Mother Let's
Us Garden," by Frances Duncan, is one of the best and simplest; "Little
Gardens for Boys and Girls" (Higgins), "Mary's Garden and How It Grew"
(Duncan), "The Children's Library of Work and Play: Gardening" (Shaw),
"The School Garden Book" (Weed & Emerson), "Little Gardens and How
to Make the Most of Them" (H. H. Thomas), "The Garden Primer" (Grace
Tabor), and "The Garden Book for Young People" (Lounsberg). These
books are full of good suggestions for making attractive gardens, and you
will find them intensely interesting reading.
Wilma Pipal of the Reo side won the prize last week, and Helen Crabb
of the Red side and Grace L. Moore of the Blue side, honorable mention.
A fine list of thirty-eight names for the February contest has just been re
ceived from Cecelia Donovan of Greeley, Neb., which came too late, and a
nice letter from Evelyn Hewitt, which could not be printed because of lack
of apace. . ,
A lovely little wooden box of tangerines came this morning from Ruth
Ribbel, a former Busy Bee queen, from San Diego, Cal. On the outside of
the box was a picture of a woman picking oranges in an orange grove and
the words, "You may throw snowballs for me and I'll eat oranges for you."
The editor wishes to thank Ruth for her thoughtfulness, and she only wishes
you were all here to enjoy their delicious flavor.
Little Stories
' " (Prize Story.)
Good Citizenship Roll.
By Wilma Pipal, age 10 years. Thori
ton, Neb. Red Side.
I thought I would write and tell
you what we have at our school. It
is called the good citizenship roll.
Every Monday morning we start
with 100 per cent. There must be
two reporters, one for each side of
the room, and there must be certain
things counting certain per cents off,
such as whispering.
Anyone who has 75 or lower loses
his recess for three days. Here are
some of our rules that we have at
our school: Whispering, 2 per ce'nt
off; playing in school, 2 per cent off;
swearing, 10 per cent off; teasing, 10
per sent off; feet in aisle, 4 per cent
off; writing notes, 4 per cent off;
changing seats, 3 per cent off; eating
in school, 5 per cent off; dropping
books, 2 per cent off; carving initials,
10 per cent off; spitting on floor, 2 per
cent off; idleness, 2 per cent off;
throwing paper, 3 per cent off; paper
on floor, 2 per cent off.
I wish some other school would try
it, as it works fine in ours, although
' every week there is some one hat to
stay in. ...
1 never have had to stay in and I
always get 100 per cent.
I am learning to erochet and wish
some one would send me some pat
tern of crocheting.
(Honorable Mention.) 1
The High Coat of Living.
By Helen Crabb, age 9 years. 4016
North Thirty-fourth avenue,
' Omaha, Neb. Red Side.
"The high cost of living, child,"
said the make-believe 9-year-old
mamma to her make-believe 7-year-old
daughter, "compels us to be very,
very saving.
Helen, aged 9, the mamma: Anita,
aged 7, the daughter, and Walter,
aged 5, the papa, made up the make
believe family. The high cost of liv
ing was the one thing spoken of
every day.
The mamma must be very careful
not to waste anything and to lee that
nothing was wasted oy the make-believe
daughter or papa.
"he oaDa was verv wise. He told
the mamma to manage carefully, be
cause he had to work hard all day.
He could not watch the store prices,
so did not know what was cheap.
You see. the only way to beat the
high cost of living is to buy as cheaply
UIIIHMIIIIIIllllllWIUIInllllllltll
THE GREAT SECRET j
Novelized From tht) Metro WonderpUy
Serial of the Sauna Name, in Which Francis j
X. Bushman and Beverly Bayna are Co-Start
BT J. M. LOUGHBOROUGH ' 1
Author af the NovllUatlon of Clyde Fiteh'e play, "Her Sitter," "His Backdoor I
Romance," and etacr chert atarlea. !
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' What Has Gone Before. I
The Secret Seven, a hand of vreelthy and
brainy criminate, headed by a myeterloua
Individual known aa The Great Heater, are
plotting to wreat from Beverly Clarke, a
beautiful girl, the veat fortune which haa
been left to her by her uncle, who waa a
member of The Secret Seven. William Mont
gomery Strong, a young clubman, ontere Into
the life of Beverly, who lives In moderate
rircumetaneea with her Invalid mother, when
he reeouea her from kidnapers aent out by
The Secret Seven. Strong at flret mletakee
the motlvee ot the girl. when. In fleeing
from hlrellnga of The Secret Seven, ehe la
found In a clothea cloaet In hla apartment,
end and he la oompromlaed In the eyee ot
hla fiancee, Eunice Morton. Afterward he
realtaea that ehe le an Innocent girl, a victim
of a vile plot, and he beoomea her cham
pion. She la aelsed by the gangetere and
carried to their rendeivoue. Strong goee
there In dlegulee, pute up a terrtflo battle
with the thuge and bis life la saved only by
the timely appearance of the police. Agenta
of The Secret Seven get Beverly out of the
den by meana of a dlaappearlng room and
take her to a houee In which Uvea OH Sin,
a rhlneee hypnotlat. Strong la carried to hla
home and put under the cara of a girl de
tective, Mlae Tredwell, who weara the coe
tume of a nuree. An aeeaeeln cent by Dr.
Zuliib, one of the arch-conaplratore of The
Regret fleven, and wearing a aablo hood,
crepn Into the Injuded man'a room and
jirciaree 10 kill him. ,
' i CHAPTER VII.
The YeUow Claw.
Fate is an invisible force that does
not permit its favored creatures to die
until their tasks in life are done. Wil
liam Strong's task in life was not
done. And so fate did not permit him
lo die. As the "sable hood" stood over
the young clubman, with knife uplift
ed, another emissary of The Secret
Seven, wearing t black mask, slid
noiselessly into the room and seized
the arm of the assassin, just at it was
beginning to descend. '
"The Great Master has sent me." he
whispered. "Zulph's order is can
celled." The black-hooded assassin
sheathed his knife and the two con
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Neb.
as possible, and buy as much at a
time as you can, because you can then
get your groceries and supplies for
less money. Also, you must not
waste a single thing.
The make-believe daughter was apt
to be careless about these matters and
qf course had to be punished.
The papa, too, had to be spoken to,
but you know he was a big 5-year-old
man, so he just laughed.
"Just the same," the make-believe
mamma said, "you do as I have told
you or you will go in debt."
(Honorable Mention.)
The Coyote.
By. Grace L. Moore. Silver Creek,
Neb. Blue Side.
' The coyote, now abundant through
out the. western United States, is fa
mous for ita monotonous yelping at
night. It resembles more the barking
of a dog than a howl cf the ordinary
coyote. One would think a half a
dozen are yelping in chorus as you
listen to it. They generally travel in
packs like wolves, but, unlike them,
they attack human beings. i
' The coyote is about as large as a
dog. It is of light reddish or yellow
ish gray color and the longer hairs
on its back are tipped with black. The
tail is very bushy and the 'ears are
upright. r-
They live in the hollows among
rocks, or take possession of old bur
rows in the ground. They hunt chief
ly in the dusk. They are very fleet of
toot and two or three in concert can
run down a rabbit.
Their food consists ' mainly of
gophers, ground squirrels, mice,
ground-nesting birds and similar
small animals. They have become a
great nuisance in the neighborhood ot
ranches and isolated settlements, es
pecially in winter, by attacking sheep,
poultry and calves. They have a very
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spiratort vanished from Strong's path
way to seek other channels of crime.
One of them telephoned The Great
Master that the order had been deliv
ered in time. The crime leader smiled
cynically as he received the tidings.
And then a strange thing happened.
Wee" See, Strong's Chinese valet tip
toed into the room where The Great
Master sat. The leader of The Secret
Seven saw him and gave a start. Now,
Ve See knew The Great Master, but
not as the leader of The Secret Seven.
He believed him to be a man of wealth
and integrity who was interested in
Strong.
You must give help, said the
Chinaman. "Heap trouble. Mv-Joss
beaten up. Girl he trying to save still
h.M Whet .(,., t IO"
"Wee See," said The Great Master,
"when you can talk !o Mr. Strong ad
vise him not to try to find Beverly
Clarke. You sabe?" - ,
"Me sabe," replied the ferret-eyed
Chinaman, and bowed his way out of
the room. It is characteristic of the
oriental that he observes much and
seemingly knows little. Wee See knew
Dr. Zulph had an office not far from
Riverside Drive. In his determination
to help Strong he made up his mind to
trail Zulph. Reaching the wily doctor's
office, he was surprised to encounter
that peer of police ''informers," The
Shadow.'
"Zulph will be along pretty soon,"
said The Shadow. "See those swinging
doors? I'm going through them, with
Zulph. Tell you more when I come
out." A few minutes later Zulnh ap
peared. - He paused, took a slip of
paper from his pocket, peered intently
at it, then 'crammed it into a side
pocket of liis coat and started through
the swinging doors. The Shadow went
with him. There was a jam in the
doors. Zulph swore and kicked at the
Junior Members 0. 0.
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SOM7 J3EZBE
John Beebe and Nieland Van Ars
dale, 11-year-old Busy Bees, enjoy a
unique distinction. They are the on4y
junior members of th,e C. O. Story
Tellers' league and attend all the meet
ings along with their mothers and
aunts and a lot of schoolma'ams who
make up the membership.
"Our league is the only story tell
ers' league in the United States which
cunning way of avoiding traps and
poison.
They survive among the sparser
settlements of the west.
The Fishing Trip.
By Weldon Solomon, age 12 years.
2615 Maple street, Omaha,
Neb. Red Side.
There were about twelve of us boys
who got in a wagon one day and
went eight miles in the country to
fish. After a while we stopped at the
place where we were going to fish.
One of the boys caught a turtle, and
I caught a fish.
When we got ready to eat our
lunch I reached over in the water to
wash my hands, and almost fell in. I
had to put my foot in the water and
of course I got it wet. Well, we had
a nice lunch, after which we started
home. Will close, but will write
again,
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The Necklace of Truth.
By Evelyn Mauck, Aged 11 Years,
Touhy, 'Neb. Red Side.
There was once a little girl named
Pearl, who did not love the truth. She
was in the habit of telling untruths,
but for a long time her father and
mother did not know this. At last
they found that Pearl often said
things that were not so.
Now,at the time for it was long,
long ago there lived a wonderful
man named Merlin. He could do such
strange things, so they called him a
wizard. Merlin was a great lover of
truth.
"Let us take our child to the won
derful wizard," said Pearl's father.
Pearl's father and mother agreed. So
Pearl was taken to the wizard. The
wizard told Pearl that she did not
love the truth. Poor Pearl hid her
face.
But Merlin said, "Don't be afraid,
f am going to give you a present."
He gave her a lovely necklace of
truth, which had a diamond in it.
As they were going away, Merlin
said, "I will come for it in a year."
The next day Pearl went to school.
When her schoolmates saw her neck
lace they crowded around her. They
asked her where she got it and she
said, "My father gave it to me." All
at once the diamond turned dim. The
girls all started to laugh, but Pearl
began to cry. The girls, feeling sorry
for her, tried to comfort her.
A year had passed and Merlin called
for the necklace, for he knew that
Pearl did not need it now. Years and
years passed and at last Merlin died
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BEVERLY WAS ON THE VERGE OF INSANITY.
man who had crowded into the space
with him, and then The Shadow
emerged, smiling and triumphant.
"I got the paper," he said, "it's writ
ten in Chinese. You read it." Wee See
did. And, being somewhat Amcrican
i cd, he whistled softly.
"This paper say," he translated,
"that Git Sin is writer. Git Sin say he
won't mix in with girl in his house. He
scared. You know what that means,
Mistah Shadow? It. means' Miss
Clarke, she in Git Sin's place, and I
know where that is."
"Wee See, you're a wonder," cried
The Shadow. "Come on, tell this o
Detective Ackerton." Wee See did.
Ackerton hurried to Strong's home
with the Chinaman. He related the
encouraging tidings to Strong.
"I . am going to send Wee See to
Git Sin's place and see if he can
learn anything," said the chief of de
tectives. "Let me go, too," pleaded Strong.
"Are you stark mad?" asked Acker
Story Tellers' League
Li-
ry oara
IMUAND VAJtA&SOAZS
enrolls junior members, so far as we
know," says Miss Grace Miner, one
of the members.
This year, the cycle story, "The
Wonderful Adventures of Nils," is
being told and you can just believe
John and Nieland revel in the sti
ring adventures of the hero. Both
little boys are going to be permitted
to tell stories, as well as listen to
them, before the year is up.
and nothing was heard of the necklace
of truth after that.
Would you like to wear it? Are
you sure the diamond would always
keep bright? ' v
A Black Calf's Tale.
Hildreth Lyons, age II years. Fergu
son, Neb. Red Side.
"The first thing I knew I couldn't
see anything, so I asked my mother
why I couldn't see. She said it was
night and that one couldn't see at
night. In the morning out came a
man and a boy. The little boy said,
'Oh, look at that pretty black calf.'
"Pretty soon the man came in with
a can with something in it and poured
it in the box. Then the man left and
came back with a pail in his hand.
He sat down and began to milk. I
thought he was going to take away
all my milk. He milked my mother
nine times and then he separated me
from my mother. The little boy came
up to me with a pail that had some
milk in it and he tadght me how to
drink.
"In the spring the man turned me
out. The first thing I saw was an
old sow with some pigs. Of course I
had to go and see what they were.
The old sow chased me and I ran into
the barn, where she couldn't come.
Soon I went out again and lay in the
green grass.
"That day a man came and bought
me. He took me home and put me
in the feed lot. There I grew up to
be a big cow. They milked me for a
year and then shipped me to a place
where they sold me. There the
butchers bought me and killed me."
A Friend to Birds.
By George Claus, Plattsmouth, Neb.
This is the first time I have written
to the Busy Bees.
One day I putsome crumbs., in a
box for the birds. Soon I saw some
red birds come to eat the crumbs. A
boy had a slingshot and he shot at the
bird's and hit one of them, killing it.
I went out and picked it up and
buried it. We put flowers over the
little grave and had a funeral.
New Writer Has Pet Dog.
By Sophia Vondrak, Aged 10 Years.
2809 T Street, South Omaha,
Neb. Red Side.
This is the first time I have written
to the Busy Bees. I am in the Fifth
grade at school and my teacher, who
is Miss Jensen, is a very good one. I
have a brother and sister who go to
school. I have a little dog whose
ton. "Don't you realize that you are
an invalid?"
"Wee See," said theclubman, "you
promise to come right back here and
tell me what's going on?"
"I mind you," smiled the little Celes
tial, and then he was gone. A fellow
countryman fitted him out with Chi
nese clothing and he had no difficulty
in finding a place as a Chinese musi
cian in" the establishment of Dr. Git
Sin, who did not suspect him because
of his race. -
The Wily Wee See soon learned
just how the land lay regarding Bev
erly. Attired in a Chinese costume,
she was being held a orisoner in a
room there. Git Sin had taken a vio
lent fancy to her, and his white wife
was insanely jealous. Wee See-hurried
back to Strong. - ,
"Girl need help," he announced. "Git
Sin heap care for her, but he won't
put Tier to sleep and make her talk.
They send for another Chinese doc
tor to do that."
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name is Fido. He can sit on his hind
legs and ask for something to eat. If
we do not give him meat he will howl.
I better close my letter, for it is
getting too long. I will 'write a
story next time.
Little Dog Chum.
By Phyllis Covalt, age 14 years.
Crescent, la. Blue Side.
I have written to your page four
times and each time the letter was
in print. One time I got honorable
mention. Now I am going to try
again and see if I can't do better this
time.
I have sent in my names in answer
to the February birthday contest and
enjoyed finding the names very much.
I got-165 names and I hope I get the
prize. I am sure that I will remem--ber
the people who were born in Feb
ruary. I wish some of the Busy Bees
would write to me. I will answer all
letters and cards received. I want to
get acquainted with them.
I am going to tell you about my
little pet dog who died. His name
was Chum. He was just getting big
enough to teach him tricks, but he
had a very bad habit of running out
to the road and barking at teams and
automobiles going by.
One day we were going to be home
all day, So we were going to break
him of the bad habit. That morning
as I was going out to the road to get
in the car that takes us to school,
Chum ran out, too. He ran right be
tween the wheels of the car and they
ra"n over him and broke his neck.
We all felt very badly and so did
the man that was running the car, but
it could not be helped. We felt very
sorry, for we all loved the little dog.
This is a true story.
Four Pet Chickens.
By Dorothy Nielsen. -d 11 Years;
Omaha. Blue Side.
It is getting near the time to hatch
little chickens. will tell you about
my friend's pet chickens. Two were
yellow and the other two were brown.
We named them Susie, Whitie
Brownie and Chickie.
We put a lap robe in an old wagon
seat and put pieces of apple i . there.
Then we put them in and placed a
white piece of cloth over the top to
keep them in while we ate our lunch.
While we were eating dinner the
chicks got out and ran away. When
we came out they were gone, so we
went to hunt for them. We found
them and carried -them back and
stayed with them. ,
We took them out on the lawn and
played with them a while. My aunt
finally said we should put them back
in the chicken yard, so we did. Tint
night we saw that they were safely
in bed.
Now there is only one left and it is
a very tame one.
I hope I win a prize, but most likely
I will not.
How I Got a Gorilla.
By Allen Thompson, Aged 13 Yearsj
Genoa. Neb. Blue Side.
One day in Africa one of my friends
and I decided to capture a gorilla.
We first dug a large pit and covered
it over with sticks and dirt, so it
would look like solid ground. We
went to a nearby village where we
lodged for the night and early in the
morning went to see if we had cap
tured anything, bjit we had not. It
startefl to rain so we crept into the
hollow of a tree.
The gorilla, which was out in the
woods started to run for shelter, but
fell into our pit. We waited until it
stopped raining before we took pos
session of him.
Then we put a rope around his front
feet and a muzzle over his mouth anil
led him to the village.
In a week my ship was ready to sail
for the United States, so I took my
gorilla with me and finally tamed him.
Now he is a great pet. My partner in
Africa just helped for sport.
Thoughtless Little Boy.
Marguerite Bostder. age 8 years.
Box 2, Minatare. Neb. Red Side.
I am 8 years old and in the fifth
grade. I started to school when I
was 4 years old, and when I was in
the third grade my teacher put me
in the fourth.
Once there was a little rabbit.
"Then I'll be the Chinese doctor'
Strong announced. "I'm going to Git
Sin's den. You get the police. I must
save that girl." As quickly as his
wounds would permit he put on some
clothing and crept out of a window
so that Miss Tredwell would not know
of his. 'intention.
Meantime Beverly, in Git Sin's den,
was on the verge of insanity as the
result of the ordeal through which
she was passing. Hideous Chinamen
brought her food which she would not
touch. Git Sin sought her favor in a
manner that suggested she was pass
ing through a nightmare. He stood
before, her, his two hands hidden in
his sleeves, leered and spoke "pigeon
English." The frightened girl could
only turn her head and tremble.
Then there was much commotion in
the den. The Chinese doctor who was
to cast a spell on Beverly and thus
force her to tell where the treasure
was hidden" had reached the place.
With much kowtowing he was led be-
tore neveny and lett alone with her.
She glanced at him and toppled for
ward, half fainting. The visitor gazed
quickly at the door through which he
had entered. He stooped over and
whispered:
"Beverly, do not be afraid. It is I,
William Strong. See." And hero he
tore on nis disguise.
"I promised to rind you and I hive."
he said. "We're both in the same
danger now. Forgive the brutal things
I Said to vnil that ntcrl, ,n,l
whatever comes we'll meet it to-
getner.
Beverly turned her head away from
him. Even tn the nr,1 that ..f-.
ed them, she could not help thinking
oi now sne nad idealized Strong as
her .hero and how, when she was
fonnrt in the i-lnthae pA l:
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home, he had faced her angrily ,md ac
cused ner-ot seeking to trap him. As
she thought of these things Strong
knelt hefnre her He aiA nn .
but gazed appealingly at the girl. He
nan risKea nis lire to enter Sin s
den and shield her. As that thought
flashed upon her she faced him, radi
ant with an innocent love.
"Forgive you?" she murmured.
"Why it is I that should ask forgive
ness for. dragging you into this
trouble."
.. (End of Chapter VII).
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When it was young its master cared
for it, but when it raw older its mas
ter cared less for it.
One day a thoughtless little boy
came along and this little rabbit was
lying by the roadside. This little boy
had a gun. He shot twice and the
third time be shot he -hit the rabbit
in the side and killed him. The little
boy's father made him give the rab
bit s master another rabbit.
The little boy said he was sorry
and that he would never shoot an
other rabbit.
A True Bird Story.
By Helen Stourell. Aged 11 Years;
Ord, Neb. Blue Side.
This is my first story to the page
and It is a true one.
One day when I was outdoors walk
ing I saw a little bird hopping in front
of me. It did not fly so I decided to
catch it and take it home. I noticed
that it had a broken wing and I felt
very sorry for it.
Our baby. Verna, tried to pet.it,
but it pecked her. I asked niy broth
er wha: kind of a bird it was, and he
said he thought it was a snow bird.
We felt very badly to find it dead
when we got home from school one
day.
Busy Bee to Move.
Kathryn Owen, age' 11 years. Ash
ton, Idaho. Red Side.
I have a great deal of fun coasting,
as we have so much snow here. 1
have no sled, so I sit in the scoop and
coast. A drift between our house and
barn is so high that we can not see
our barn.
This is my last letter that I will
write while I am in Ashton, but I will
write when I get to Oakland, Ore.
The Horse and the Oak Tree.
By Helen Heald, Aged 10 Years.
210, North Cedar Street. Creston,
la. Red Side.
This is the second time I have writ
ten to this page. I would likevto have
some of the Busy Bees write to me. as
I have only received one or two let
ters from Busy Bees.
One time a plow horse saw a large
green oak tree. "How do you do?"
asked the oak tree.
"Why do you stand here all day,
Twilight Animal Stories
"Bumper the White Rabbit"
By George
(Copyright. 1917, by George E. Walah.)
It isn't good for us to be too smart.
It sometimes makes us vain, and then
one day we overdo it. Bumper had
some excuse for playing the frick on
Mr. Crow' and Mr. Fox, for his life
depended upon it; but his success was
giving him a little svelled head. He
began to feel that he could get out of
any danger by using his wits.
But he knew less about the cun
ning and patience of the fox than he
thought. Instead of trotting off in
the woods, chagrined and disgusted
by his defeat, the fox was lying low
ready to pounce on the white rabbit
the moment he Showed himself. He
was so still that Bumper couldn't har
the rustle of a leaf or the snap of a
twig.
"I think I'll go out now," Bumper
said finally. "I'm dreadfully hungry."
Instead of poking his head out cap
tiously to investigate he walked
straight from the hollow trunk into
the very jaws ot the tox. I here was
a sharp click of teeth, and Bumper
felt a terrible pain in one of his long
ears. He must have leaped five feet
in the air. and another five feet side
ways. The fox had missed his neck
by an inch, but to make up for this
mistake he now pursued the rabbit,
leaping nearly as higtt in tne air to
catch him as Bumper.
It certainly would have gone hard
with him, and the rest of his adven
tures could never have been told if a
couple of bluejays hadn't built a nest
in a tree directly over nun. i ne com
motion in the bushes .startled the
birds, and with loud, shrill cries they
darted down to see what was doing.
The sight of the fox angered them.
Foxes robbed birds' nests whenever
they got a chance, and the bluejays
knew this. Therefore, a fox in the
HUNCH WOII HER $38,000
How a Jersey Maid Secured a For
tune With a Marriage
String.
Feminine intuition is the only thing
that stood between Miss Rose Sham
nanier of Paterson. N. J and the loss
of a legacy of $38,000. Miss Champan
jer saw an elderly stranger stumble
in the sand at Kevere tseacn, near
Boston, three years ago, and helped
her to her feet. The other day she
received a bequest of $38,000 from the
woman she had assisted, Mrs. Cath
erine Ward, of Grand Rapids, Mich.
"Rose never saw Mrs. Ward after
that time in 1914, when they were
both at Revere Beach," said Alice
Shampanier, her sister. Rose has gone
away for a short visrt to her aunt
to recover from the nervous shock of
her good fortune and to escape from
the telephone and the inquiries of
friends.
"A few weeks ago Rose received a
letter from Mrs. Ward, saying she
had ften ill and had been thinking
of my sister," went on the young girl.
"She said if Rose would come to her
home out in Michigan she would pay
her expenses. My sister had the grip
and put the letter aside.
"When she came to look for it
later she could not find it. It was
gone. She had a feeling then, sud
denly, that she must see Mrs. Ward.
She did not know why, but she must.
So she went on to Grand Rapids. Mrs.
Ward had no friends or relations and
made her will to leave the money to
Rose. Mrs. Ward died soon after. We
think the reason she put in the clause
about Rose not getting married till
she is 25 was because she told her in
1914 that she herself was married at
18, and was not happy and did not
believe in early matrimony."
"Ah-hl I wish you could see her!"
the mother exclaimed suddenly, im
pulsively. "She is a lovely sweet girl.
I have a lovely family all five chil
dren good. My boy, he took a first
prize and a what yon call it? honor
able something at tTTe exhibit in art."
She was not over-communicative.
"Will your girl marry soon?"
"Oh. no! 6he can't till she's 23."
exclaimed Mrs. Samuel Shampanitr,
in horror
lei.
Mdat,ook
Six Years Old Tomorrow (March 26) :
Name. School.
Abbott, Lucile Saunders
Chapek, Lillie St. Peter's
Duda, Rudolph Madison
Funk, Ivy Clifton Hill
Mclntyre. Mildred.... Castelar
Reiner, Minna Miller Park
Roade, Marie Bancroft
Rotella, Mary Belvidere
Thacker. Mabelle Clifton Hill"
, Wear. Margaret E .Park
Woodnch, Marion U Windsor
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Belcher, Audrey , Central
Coad, William Columbian
Dugan, Elizabeth St. Cecelia
Lankas, John Assumption
Larson, Gunild Central
Pruner, William Miller Park
Timm, Alice Beals
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Branch, Harry M Castelar
Harrison, Catherine. Saratoga
Nine Years Old Tomorrow:
Brodheck. Eleanor Train
Hamilton, Williard J... Columbian
Lang, Clara Hawthorne
Valentic. Rosie St. Agnes
doing nothing?" said the plow horse.
"Look at mc. I work all day' for men,
while you stand just there." "
"I give shade to those men who
come this way," said the oak. "I be
lieve that we both help man."
So the tree and the horse stopped
quarreling.
Sees Spring Birds.
Anna Verbeck. age 9 years. Scribner,
Neb. Red Side.
I saw four robins and four spar
rows in our yard Tuesday morning.
They played in the tree and then one
robin flew away. The others stayed
there and played, but did not sing, as
it was winter. This is a true story.
i
Ethelbert Wateh -
neighborhood of their home was not
to be tolerated.
They flew down like two blue
streaks and landed their sharp bills
on the head and faca-of Mr. Fox.
One stroke came so near to one of
his eyes that he dodged and ducked,
and stopped pursuing, Bumper long
enough to snap at the birds.
But the bluejays were prepared
for this, and they kept well beyond
his reach. As soon as he turned from
them to the rabbit again they flew
back to the attack. They punished
him unmercifully, pecking at him un
til he was so angry that he could
hardly see straight.
Meanwhile, of course, Bumper was
taking advantage of this interruption.
He was running1 through the under
brush as fast as he could until he was
far ahead. Right and left he search
ed for a hole or any kind of an open
ing he could crawl in. And there,
just ahead of him, appeared what he
was looking for! This time it was
the hollow branch of a giant tree
hanging down, with one end still at
tached to the trunk.
Bumper was in the hollow branch
like a flash. Mr. Fox reached it just
a moment too late, and to vent his
angei" at losing the rabbit the second
time he clawed and snapped at the
branch as if he would rip it asunder.
But the limb, with a decayed heart,
had a stout shell, and the fox soon
gave it up in disgust.
Now, the hollow branch, as you
know, had one end on, the ground and
the other still attached to the trunk
where the wind had broken it off. So
Bumper found his hole slanting up
ward, and as he crawled through to
the other end he was actually climb
ing a tree. Perhaps you have heard
that rabbits can't climb trees, but
Bumper did in this instance.
(Bumper Stories Run Every Day
in The Evening Bee.)
"Do you think she may want to?"
"Oh, my no! She" can wait," replied
the mother. "There is a young man
in Boston. He is a very good busi
ness man," with accents of respect
"But I know not she may marry
here!" with a shrug, as if to empha
size the uncertainty of all females.
"And what do you suppose she will
do with so much money?!
"Ach!" she cried. "That is not so
much monevl "People we know in this
block, are they not worth $200,000? It
is not so much. It will do wh en she
is married, suppose." New York
Sun.
WITHOUT FEAR OR MERCY
Peccary, Boss Scrapper of the Pig
Family, Fights to the
Last Gasp.
An old "Arkansaw' razorback" is
considered by native hunters as no
less dangerous than a bear, and as
far more likely to attack a human
being without provocation; the wild
boar of England and the continent
was "renowned in sport because it
would fight and fight hard; the Afri
can wart hog, which weighs 300
pounds, and has tusks eight inches
long, shows little fear of any an
tagonist meaner than a lion; but of
all the hog tribe the most vicious,
"stick-at-nothing" dare-devil is the
javelina. Not only does it fight to its
last breath iith a berserker rage, bul
is a disciplined warrior that never
was known to ignore the "battle cry"
of its clan.
In the southwest a hunter, before
firing into a drove of javelinas, care
fully inspects the trees for one that
he can easily climb. However skillful
he is with a rifle, he could hardly ex
pect to stop the, charge of a dozen or
more javelinas, and if tl ey reached
him he would have no chance. Once
the peccaries got him down, they
would never cease their shrill, fight
ing squeals until they had torn him
to shreds. Hence the rule in the
javetinc countr is to climb your tree
first and shoot your pig afterward
shoot it so dead that it cannot emit
a single squeal; otherwise you must
be prepared to roost in the tree for
half a day or so.
