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THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE; MAY 27, 1917. 4-S THE RAILROAD RAIDERS CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE Copyright, 1917. Br FRANK H. SPEARMAN Adopted from th WaiUrn Picture Ver.ion Produced by Signal Film Corporation and Featuring Helen Holmes. ' ir 1 - HELEN DROPPED FROM THE BRIDGE TO THE ROOF OF THE BAGGAGE CAR AS THE TRAIN RUSHED BY. . Th Knotted Cord. In the office of the chief ef police, Helen, with Melrose, Webb and Roy Wilson, impatiently awaited news con cerning touring car No. 52479. Instead of news, a call came from the depot reporting that a patrol officer had been knocked on the head and left senseless on the platform. From the baggageman the chief got a descrip tion of the officer' assailants and what was of more importance learned that the two men had shipped a trunk on No. 9 to Pedro. "Lady Melrose may be in that trunk,' 'exclaimed Helen, listening ea gerly. - J -; ' . Melrose snorted incredulously: "Impossible!" "No," persisted Helen impetuously. "With that gang nothing is impos sible." She turned quickly to her com panions: "We can beat No. Nine's time to Pedro. Cornel" Webb juried for the door. Wilson and Helen were close behind and Mel rose, rra.i-ciascd at the suddenness of the move, followed. They tumbled into. a pOiicc car, and witn a sergeant at the wheel started at emergency speed for the harbor terminal. The highway parallels the railroad track to Pedro, and after catching sight of the train they , soon over hauled it. Helen, always the wit and resource of the party, now gave her orders to the driver: "Beat the train to the Burnette bridge--the overhead crossing. I'll drop from it to the top of the train and if Lady Melrose is in that trunk, I'll take her pjce. . '1 he startling proposal shook even Webbs' courage; he caught his breath. Wilson and Melrose declared her insane, but Helen wai obdurate and she carried her point. The ser geant urged the police car manly ahead. Once at the bridge, Helen clinging to the edge, swung hand over hand above No. 9's track. As the train shot under her, she dropped to the baggage car roof. ., The messenger within heard the heavy fall. Believing he faced a hold up, he slammed all shut and made ready to defend. But Helen, lowering herself from the top of the car, showed him, through the window, her' star. He promptly opened the door, and, swinging inside, she . explained. But when she helped him open the trunk, her fears were realized; Lady Melrose lay senseless within it. With the aid of the messenger Helen lifted her gently out, and then, to the amazement of the trainman, told him she herself would take the place of the unconscious woman directing bim how, to close the trunk and, leave it to be claimed. Her companions in ,tne police ma chine, by speeding furiously, had al ready beaten the train into Pedro the intention being to let the Raiders 'claim their trunk and follow them to their headquarter that all might be tnken together. When the train pulled in Marshall and Masters claimed their trunk, and putting it into their machine, started away, Helen's companions following. But careful as Webb was, Masters taw the pursuers - "Webb behind lis," he cried to Marshall. . Marshall acted promptly. "Get her out of the trunk," he shouted as the car reeled with the breakneck speed. "Throw it overboard anf we'll beat it for Ling Woos. Helen, listening, heard the "words Ripping a strip of cord from the trunk dining, she rapidly tied into it by means of knots, the dots and dashe of a Morse message. The ab ductors were already opening the trunk. Resisting an impulse to use her Distol. the feigned unconscious ness in order to go through to the end and capture all concerned. The next moment she was lifted from her hiding place and the trunk was thrown, . on, Jl ne macnine was now wiinin sight of the ferry slip; a boat was about to start across tne bay. With Helen between them, the two men hastened aboard just as Webb' car reached the discarded trunk 'on the roadway. Unluckily, Webb stopped to open the trunk. Then, finding it empty, he dashed for the ferry, but only to see the boat half-way across the bav. ' Explaining, to the curious that they were taking a sick woman to the hos pital. Masters and Marshall, without interference, got Helen to Ling Woo'. True to his word, the latter i paid the two men the money prom ised, but a ber captor itarted to go. p Helen' covered tKem with her revol ver. . ' , She was now, however, in perilous surroundings. A noose was dropped suddenly from above; it caught tier gun hand and jerked her arm above her head. Disarming her, with a laugh, Marshall and Masters, money in hand, left her Ling Woo's prisoner. Webb, with his men, had gone back to the trunk. It was Roy who, pick ing up the cord that lay in the bottom and running it idly through his hands, realized suddenly that the fiber bore a message. To decipher this was the work of a moment and he read Helen' word aloud:."At Ling Woo's place." "We can get into Ling Woo's place through the comparfy warehouse," he said hurriedly, "But we must get there quick I" , The machine was run at top speed hack to the ferry. The party caught a boat, and once across the bay they ra.i through the railroad warehouse, broke open the door, smashed into .Ling Woo's, and after a sharp fight, overpowered him and his gang and rescued Helen. Marshall and Masters went straight to a wharf saloon, where Burke was to telephone them for news. At Mountain Springs, Desmond had been advised of the selection of Roy Wilson as president of the line. When he showed Burke the wire the latter shook his head. "I'm afraid that boy won't stand for any crookedness," he muttered, "He'll have to go east, anyway," ob served Desmond. "So he won't bother us. Burke now told Desmond of Mar shall and Masters' latest exploit. But, deeply interested in Helen herself, Desmond was enraged at her abduc tion. Burke, taken completely aback, listened in humiliation to his outburst of wrath. "I won't have women mixed up in this work," declared the ftry easterner. Apostle of morality, eh? sneered Burke. No, I. fight men, snapped Des mond tensely., "Remember that, or you go to the discard. I'm going to break up the transfer business at the terminal, he added, most unexpected ly... s . Kuin the road f asked Burke. "For a while." returned Desmond bluntly, i ' - 1 Me tntrlgue suited Burke. He ad vised Marshall and Masters and the two made ready to loot a merchandise car on the freight ferry. Returning with Helen from Pedro to headquarters, Roy Wilson received the news of his election. His friends crowdedabout to congratulate. With them were Desmond . and Burke. "When tre you going east?" asked Desmond of the new executive. Roy glanced toward He en: The minute we run the railroad raider to earth and get Helen's father out of th nni ntiarv " Burke looked reproachfully atTJes- mond: their clans were threatened. but neither could sav anything. Down at Pedro the raiders, all set, awaited in their launch the arrival of darkness to loot the car ferry. And news of their success reached Mountain Springs next morninsr when an excited Englishman, in spats and trock suit, pushed past the headquar ters! office boy and catching at the first clerk he encountered, harangued him excitedly. The clerk could make nothing of what he was saying, but others gathering, managed to get a coherent statement. "Somebody, de dared the Englishman, "robbed my car, crossing the ferry last .night." Burke, in the group, suspected this must be the looting carried out by Marshall's gang. He took the irate Englishman in to Desmond. "This is Ml. Chapman." he began but could get no further. Chapman in great excitement interrupted nim, and Burke, taking a comedy cue, as Chapman tried to talk him down, talked rapidly back at the wrathful shioner. Desmond for a time could get nothing of what either was say ing. But when Burke quieted down, Chapman reiterated his charge that his car had been roDDed on the fcrrv. Desmond sneered at the statement and Chapman, more furious than ever, exploded aeain with wrath. Desmond finally set him roughly down in a chair and turned to Burke, ana tne mo ment he took his hands off Chapman the latter, bounding to his feet, took The Busy Bees BROAD and deep Americanism which is pulsing through our great re public these day will take on a reverent and sacred atmosphere Me morial day, which-is Wednesday of this week. It is perhap the most beautiful of our national holidays, since, unlike many of the others, it is unmarked by disorder and confusion. The impulse which led to the estab lishment of the day as a holiday was the desire to pay due honor to the self arrifirinir martvrs of the civil war. In no sense of the word is the signifi cance of the day meant to be ontyof sadness, but rather a time to recall the glorious aspiration which thrilled men's ouls in a time parallel to the pres ent, when to love one' country war to lay down one's life for it because of patriotism and devotion to lmerty ana treeaom. Riuv Rf have keen clamorine to do their bit in the war relief work. They are also asking what they can do to show their love for the old soldiers as well as the newly made ones. When they go with their parents to dec orate the grave on Wednesday they might take along with them a few extra flowers for the graves ot soldier wno by tome cnance may ot overlooked. Ynu can also raise the flag on vour house if it is has not already been. Some consideration for the veterans who wear empty sleeves, and are stumping along on wooden legs would show yur gratitude for the perpetuation of the union for which they sacrificed themselves unselfishly that you might enjoy freedom. - It is these veterans who left the colleee halls, the plow on the farm and the office over a half a century things our youny? men ot today are preparing to do tor tne world. The snowballs, the lilacs, violets and sweet williams are in bloom for the day, so let the Busy Bee remember that in so pausing to strew the gar lands they are honoring themselves in the doing. We-may honor our patriotic and heroic dead by growing up to be true men and women and by faithfully fighting the battles of our every day life as they fought and our boys are now Do not torget to send us any pictures you are taking these lovely spring days, and if they are kodak pictures please send the films also, so that they may be enlarged. , The prize last week was won oy riorence oewara or tne Blue side, a former queen. Mary Fischer and Helen Crabb. both of the Red side, won honoranic mention. Stories (First Prize.) The Omaha Tornado. By Florence Seward, Aged 10 Years, 10J4 victor Avenue, umana. Blue Side, I am going to tell you about our trip to Coney Island when we were in New York four year ago. We went one night and rode on the ele vated railroad for a long time until we came to a city sparkling with lights, high towers and buildings. We got on the car and my aunt bought a long string of tickets for admittance to nearly every show. First we went to the animal show. There were monkeys, gorillas, tiger, lions, opossums, elephants; in tact every kind of animal was there from tar and near. After we had looked at them for a while we went on the "ocean wave." It wm made so the ground moved and rolled like the sea. We went around in little cars just like automo biles. Mv storv is trettma- long so I will tell you just one more thing and will continue it next Sunday. The next show we went to was "The Omaha Tornado." We went Into a theater and took seats. By and by the curtain arose displaying a tiny city, representing Omaha'. Then all of a sudden the sky became dark and a low rumbling was heard. A blinding flash of lightning came, an other rumble and-a tiny freight train ran across the stage marked "North western, soon it bacame so dark that we could not see anything. Then the roar of the wind was heard and loud rumbling. when the -aecond scene was shown all the houses were torn to pieces and brick and timber were scattered all over. .Soon the sky cleared and the curtain went down. We all clapped loud and long. Ihu I my last ten-year-oia story for my birthday is tomorrow. My next story will be entitled "Our Trip to Catalina Island.". (Honorable Mention.) Gathering Spring flowers. By Mary Fischer, Aged 12 Years, 3606 Latayette Avenue, umana. Red Side. One Sunday afternoon last sum mer some friends, my sister and 1 went out to Child's Point in an auto mpbile. On the way out we had to go up and down several steep hills, but it was a very nice ride just the same. When we eot there we gathered some flowers. We found many violets, both yellow and purnle, and many sweet william. On a steeo hill m one place we saw all kind of flowers. We were very anxious to get them,' so we started to run and could hardly stop. After we had our arms full of different kinds of wild flowers we started to the top of the hill again and although it was hard to get there we finally made it. While we were busy gathering (low ers we did not notice how black the skv was getting, but when we got out of the thick woods we saw that the sky was very black and also that it was thundering and lightning. We were quite a way from home and we knew we would have to hurry, so we quickly jumped into the auto mobile and atarted. At first it just sprinkled, but after a while it began to rain very hard. After a long and un pleasant ride we arrived home and we were certainly glad to get there. I have seen Luella Gibson a letters and stories on the Busy Bee page many times and they are all good. very (Honorable Mention.) The-Origin' of Olasa. By Helen Crabb, Aged 10 Years, 4016 Worth 1 hirty-tourth Avenue, " Omaha. Red Side. While helping mv papa in the gar den I saw him dig up a small piece of glass. He asked me it 1 ever thought how glass came to be in the world, and when I told him I hadnot he told me this story: . At the beginning this earth was a vast ball of mist which spun around the warpath again. Thinking by this time the scene had gone tar enough. Desmond, to placate the angry man, handed him a cigar. Chapman dashed it to the floor. Desmond took him bv the shoulders: "See here," he ex claimed sharply. "Listen 1" i won t listen, yelled tne indignant man. Aeain Desmond was forced to oush him into a chair. "Keep quiet long enough to allow me to appoint a man to investigate your charge, he shouted. This somewhat ' subdued Chapman choter. But Desmond. al ready upset, and forgetting vthat Roy was now his own superior, called in the latter 'and asked him to go with Thantnan tn Perirn to investigate the case. Ror made no objection what ever. Indeed, he welcomed the op portunity and hi frank, honest face made a happy impression on Chap man. The two men left talking most amiably toeethrr.; - Too late Desmond realized his blunder. He turned to Burke. "Get word to Marshall that Wilson is on the job. (End of the Eighth Episode.) ago who have accomplished for us the training to do.. By Little-Folks 1. Rules for Young Writers I. Writ plalnlr on one side of Ike paper only and aumbCT the parte. z. Um pen and Ink, not peneU, 8. Short and pointed articles will be alven preference. Do not nee over S50 wordi. 4. Original atorlee or letter only will be OHed. 0. Writ roar nam, age and ftddrw at th top of the flrnt page. A prlie book will be given eaeh wek for the belt contribution. AddreM nil communication to Chil dren' Department, Oman Dee, Omaha, Neb. so fast that it became harder and harder. The harder it became the hotter it was, until at last it was like a great soft, hot ball of fire. This ball of fire gradually cooled on the outside, leaving a great rocky crust, which broke up into what we call our soil and sand and rocks. Ir. the soil God planted grass and trees and vegetables and then put peo ple and animals on the earth. I he sand left from this areat aee was melted bjr glass makers who make the glass, the piece found in the gar den was part of those ancient times. When Tablea Turned. By Esther Hahn, Aged 12 Year, DaVid City, Neb. Red Side. "It's too hot to so walkins." said Mildred, fanning herself with her handkerchief. 'But I want to see if the violets are Kooming," I persisted. I confess I d like to sec, too, but it's so late," said Mabel. "Oh, nol We'll just go as far as our cave, I said cheerfully. We packed a little lunch and started on our usual route to our cave. We passed over the bridge and watched the dancing waves of a pond below, which gleamed like diamonds. We were looking tor the violets when Mildred drew back in alarm. "What's the matter?" I said. "A snake I" she cried. "Where?" said I. I could not see the snake until it wriggled from its hiding place. I was not, afraid of snakes so I did not feel so startled as Mabel. We sat down on the mossy banks of our cave, when to our astonish ment we heard a queer rumbling. I jumped up and ran, my heart beat ing wildly in my breast. Had mv brother been there I would not have been so frightened, but they were so busy on their rabbit pen that they did not accompany us. tsther, come back, laughed .Mil dred. -"What is it?" I shouted. We soon found it to be a wagon passing by on the other side of our cave. . " Success for Uncle Sam. By Katherine Schultz, Aged 9 Years, Milford. Neb. Red Side. fo you think we are going to have iwith Germany? I hope we do not. I do not like to think of it, for I can't help thinking of our soldiers who be come so hungry when they are fight ing. Of course our oldiers will do their best, but many of them will be killed. v I think the German oeooleTiave many more soldiers than we have, but I wish we would win and then the Red, White and Blue would still wave. Do you remember the last time I wrote you a letter and the name of the story, which was, "In the Early Days? I am going to hnish it.. While the men were starting to look for the boy some other men rode up with a boy. It was the father and the mother of the little boy. fhey were all very happy to see their dear little boy again. I will close for this time and will answer any let ter from the Busy Bees. A Red Cros Busy Bee. ' By Ethel Mick, Brownell Hall, Sev " enth Grade, 211 South Thirty-sixth Street. Blue Side. This is the first time that I have written to you, so I must tell you. all about the Red Cross work I did at the Benson & Thome booth. I first got up at 5:30 in the morning, got dressed and hurried downtown. The people first gave me my Red Cross cap and bag. Then I went to the door to get somebody to subscribe, but only got I told the women that I would rather go to the different buildings to ask the men. They said that I could, so I went to the differant offices and got $30.50. As I belong to the Camp Fire Girls I must tell you about the hike we are going to have Wednesday. We are going to meet at one of the girl's house and then take our supper out in the woods. The Fire. By Pansy Shirley, Aged 10 Years, Maxwell, Neb., Box 103. We live on the, south side of the track where iffs very windy. The train started a fire one day. It was not close to out house, but I did not want it -t6 come over on our land. There were a lot tif men watching the fire so it would not spread. It went out about 9 o'clock, but the Officers of the New Busy Bee Club 1 ' u-ik I V 'jJ " . - ' nfn MARTHA KOHAN. ANNIE Here are the officers of one of the Busy Bee clubs in the Kellom school district. Annie Cutler, is the presi dent, Martha Kohan secretary, and Sadie Katzper treasurer. Nine years is i the age requirement for this club. next day the wind was still blowing. Two fires started on our land. Ethel. "3uy Chauncey and mamma put out the first hre. After awhile a passenger train came along and started another one. They went out again, taking sacks to help put it out. On May Day. By Mabel Geiser, Aged 11 Years, Columbus, Neb. Route 2, Box 5. Blue Side. I am going to write a story about our walk the day before May basket day. Last year the lay before May day some of my friends and I went violet picking. We each took a pail and gathered violets. On our way we stopped at a house and got a drink of water, and then we put water in our pail. We all walked four and one half miles, but got our pails full of violets. The next day was May day. At night we hung the May baskets. I gave them to Eleanor Stenger, Evelyn Budat, Pauline Egger and Alice Williams. I got fine May baskets. I hope you all had a happy May day. - The Hungry Twins. By Gladys Grantham, 10 Years Old, Lexington, Neb. Blue Side. Thi is the first time I have written to you. I am in the fifth grade at school. I have twin brothers, named Wilfred and Varley, and a younger brother named Charles. We have all been very busy taking THE GREAT SECRET Novelized From the Metro Wonderplay Serial of: the Same Name, in Which Franci X. Bushman and Beverly Bayne are Co-Star BY J. M. LOUGHBOROUGH Author af th Novlllialkin of Clyde Fitch' plajr, "Her Slater," "HI Backdoor Romance," and other abort Btorie. v 0rtr-'v ""T " V aaannanaaananani m ibjh mtn nnnnnnainnaanannaani If f II , ': i DR. ZULPH DECIDES THE CAST. William Montfomsry Stronf Francis X. ButihiTian Beverly Clarke Beverly Bayne Dr. Zulph Edward Connelly Mrs. Mathilda Clarke Sue Balfour The Great Master ...Fred R. Stanton Jane Warren Helen Dunbar Rodman Sean Robert Canon Cochran, hie assistant... Fred Roberts Wee See Charles Fang Dr. Mot-ran Franklyn B. Hanna WHAT HAD UUCi J3E,r wnu. William Montgomery Strong, a wealthy young clubman, rescues Beverly Clarke from kldnapen employed by a band of brainy criminals known as The Secret Seven. This organization plots te get papers represent ing a largo fortnn left to Beverly by her uncle. Thomas Clarke, who was a member of The Secret Seven. These papers form the base for villainy on the part of the arrh consplrator of ths organisation Dr. Zulph. Because he has thwarted all their plans. The a.rrt Seven ruin Stronr financially and even plan to murderhlm. They succeed In stealing some of the papers, but they are recovered ana tne pians ior curong b murutr have been foiled. Beverly, with part of the fortune. Is now established In a luxurious home wlth.her mother, and Strong and she have become engaged. Detective Rodman Sean, called In Mo solve the murder of Detective Ackerton, uommlsaions Strong as one ot his assistants nd they are drawing a net around Dr. Zulph, when The Great Master, leader of The Secret Seven, proposes a scheme by which he will take a drug thai will produce unooRr-clousnes for forty-eight hours. They can then- trail Dr. Zulph and see what ac tion he takes when he believes The Great Master Is dead. At the appointed time Sears and Strong must administer a drug that will restore consciousness. The plan Is put Into execution. Jane Warren, who holds the secret of Zulph's past, Is seriously hurt by an automobile, taken to a hospital. Thus both Tba Great Master and Jane Warren, who hold the much-needed infor mation, are unconscious, and Zulph seems to win. CHAPTER XVI. -The Crafty Hand." Strong give the phial containing the drug that is to restore The Great Master to consciousness and life to Sear for safer keeping. They go to the home of The Great Ma6ter. The servants who are acquainted with the plan to trap Dr. Zulph await their arrival and the housekeeper tele plones to Zulph tnat The Great Mas ter is dead. Zulph hear- the news and smiles. He decides to verify it and goes to The Great Master's home. The servants admit him, weeping, and even show him the body on the bed. He applies all the necessary tests and is convinced that The Great Master is dead. Sear and Strong, who are in hiding, listen to his conversation and Their Own Page CUTLER. SADIE KATZPER. "All girls are welcome to join," an nounces the little presiden't. "How about the boys?" you ask. "Poohr"boys are taboo." The club was organized April 22 and already has a large membership. care of them. They are always getting into mischief and doing funny things. Someone gave them a pair of rabbits and they have, been feeding them clover. The twins were going to the coun try today. They are always so hun gry that mamma was wondering what they could take their lunch in. My big sister suggested that they take their lunch in our cedar chest. A Happy Easter. By Theresa Grantham, S Years Old, Lexington, Neb. Blue Side. This is the first time I have written. I hope I will win the prize. I am going to tell you of the happy Easter we had. Saturday afternoon we girls bought some Easter eggs and told the boy to make some nests, for the rabbit was coming tomorrow night. They did as we told them and Sun day we put the eggs in the nests. We told them to look in their nests and they found their eggs. In a little while Marjorie Roscberg cams' over and brought some cards and we played games. My Trip to Ericson. By Eunice Collinson, Aged 9 Years, Merna, Neb. Red Side. Last August I took a trip to Eric son, Neb., in an automobile. I started about 8 o'clock in the morning. I had to get out and walk up quite a few hills, where it was very sandy. I saw about 200 sheep and 100 GREAT MASTER IS DEAD. watch hini as he departs, feeling that he has now become the leader of the criminal band. Strong goes to Beveriy's home and tells of the happenings and of Jane Warren's accident They decide to devote some attention to Jane and visit her in the hospital. Zulph is unable to convince his henchmen that The Great Master was dead until they had seen him in the casket. He takes them to the tomb where the. body is lying and they are satisfied. The other members of The Secret Seven Council receive the news of his death from his servant. As first part of the plot to get Zulph the hospital physician-in-charge telephones to "mm tnat oetore losing consciousness Jane Warren had asked that if any operation was necessary to permit Zulph to perform it. Sears and his assistant visit the hospital and complete (all arrangements to trap Zulph. Zulph arrives and the nurse escorts him to Jane Warren's bedside, where he makes a diagnosis. As he looks at her bandaged head he thinks of tis past and how he has tried to make her do his bidding. In her delirium Jane mutters: "I must tell, I will tell." Zulph, fearing exposure, de cides that he will perform the opera tion in such a manner that her death will be certain. ' Meantime Sears and his assistants have arranged their trap for Zulph and have hidden in clothes lockers in the room where he dons his surgeon's garb. Strong, Beverly and the real surgeon of the hospital. Dr. Morgan, are in hiding elsewhere. The patient is taken from the bed to the operat ing table. Zulph, as he washes his hands before putting'on his anti-septic gloves, pauses to look in the mir ror to see if his face betrays any weakness. He rests his hands on the basin and then goes to make the op eration. The moment he has gone Sears and his, assistant' emerge and take the finger prints he has left on the basin. They seem to have something ex tremely interesting, for both express confidence. At the operating table Dr. Zulph looks carefully at the nurse and prepares to operate in such a manner that Jane Warren will pas into eternity. idhdayook Six Year Old Tomorrow (May 28): Name. School. Erophy, Marv Sacred Heart Childs, Byfor'd A Walnut Hill Emery, Margaret Webster Hrath, Mildred Monmouth Park Helm, Jack South Lincoln Lindmier, Velma Mae.. Miller Park Vencalek, Mary Brown Park Seven Years Old Tomorrow: Goodman, Orval M Madison White, Harold K Long Yambor, Charles Highland Eight Year Old Tomorrow: Beveridge, Marion Farnam Christiansen, Edith Webster Cox, Gwendoline Central Hanson, Frederick Park Lee, Richard Kellom " Powell, Virginia Ludelle. .Dundee Sehrt, Pearl Central Victor, Grace Walnut Hill Willoughby, Eleanor Farnam Nine Yeari Old Tomorrow: , Bcdnarz, Jenney St. Francis Cachoppa, Steve Cass Foy, Joseph, J., jr Dundee McGloin, Mary St. Mary's Northcutt, Harriet Franklin Shea, James E Sacred Heart Vail, Edward St. Bridget's turkeys. The turkeys had bells on, so the coyotes would not get them. I reached there about 1 :30 o'clock and started back about 8 o'clock in tho morning. There was. lots of fleas up there. The fleas bit me so hard I could not sleep. May Basket Day. By Marffuerite Geiser, Aged 11 Years, Columbus, Neb. Route 2, Box 5. Blue Side. May basket day was May 1. I gave three May baskets away. I took one to school because it was too far to go at night. The other I gave at night. The flowers did not bloom so we took lilac buds and honeysuckle buds. We also took some flowers that we bought, and put candy in, too. I hope Busy Bees had a good time May basket day. Kindness to a Little Bird. By Hazel Prange, Aged 8, 5004 Cass Street, Omaha, Neb. Blue Side. One day Abraham Lincoln was rid ing with a friend. They came across two little birds lying in the road. The wind had blown them from their nest. One man ride on, but that man was not Abraham Lincoln. He stopped and put the little birds back into their nest. Then with a happy heart he followed his friend. Our Flag. By Gwendolene G. Smith, Aged 10 Years, Herman, Neb. Blue Side. See the flag, our nation's flag, Waving there on high, We look with praise upon it As we pass it by. And as we look upon it, - We think of the old, old story, How the people asked Betsy Ross to make The dearest flag, "Old Glory." The 'old flag still unfurls on high( Over our aear land, And we think how we fought for "Old Glory," With a few, but faithful band. WHEN BILL NYE WAS SHERIFF To nearly every one the name ot Bill Nye brings the picture of a gen ial, fun-loving man whose jokes were once famous all over the country; but to those who lived in Wyoming some thirty years ago Bill Nye means something else, too. At that time Nye had begun to be famous throughout the United States' as editor of the Laramie Boomerang, but he was chiefly known and feared nearer home as sheriff of Laramie county. ' Sheriff Nye was absolutely fearless. He was resolute, decisive, quick to act and tireless in pursuing offenders. He failed to get his man on only one occasion, and that failure was due to the tenderness of heart that was al ways a part of his character. Nye starred out once after a typical bad man who had shot or stabbed some one, and quickly learned that he had fled to the mountains. Wyoming was a pret- wild territory back in the early eighties, and it was diffi cult and dangerous to follow the trail of that criminal and attempt to arrest him, but Nye never hesitated. Sum moning a deputy, the sheriff sprang on his horse and the two started off. After riding nearly 200 miles into the wilderness they learned that their man was hiding in an abandoned miner's cabin, whither he had brought his young wife. Soon after darkness fell Nye quietly rode up to the cabin and dismounted before the door. He sent his deputy round to guard the rear of the little shack. Then Nye threw open the door and dashed inside, with his revolver cocked and ready for instant action. The criminal was asleep on the bed, and his wife, who sat close by, was stroking his forehead: Nye covered them both with his gun and told them to throw up their hands. "I've got you," he said grimly. "Now you get up quietly and come :.long the lady can stay here if she chooses." ' The bad man admitted that the game was up and began to roll his blanket jnto a bundle. "Never mind that," said Nye; "we've got plenty of blankets in the place you're going to." The desperado then asked if he couldn't say goodby to his wife. "I reckon it's the last time I'll ever see her," he continued. "You've got the goods on me this time, sheriff and I reckon I'll swing for it." He appeared so cast idown that Nye's warm heart prompted him to grant the M-equest. "All right," he said. "I'll give you two minutes." The criminal rose from the bed. The next instant those tightly rolled biankets came whirling through the air and struck Nye in the face so heavily that he reeled back against the wall. Before he could recover his balance and throw off the blankets the criminal had dashed out of the cabin, leaped on Nye's pony and was galloping down a mountain trail in the darkness. Of course Nyes depfltv came rush- and started in pursuit; but the bad ' man was never heard from afterward. Vouth's Companion