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Lfittl Stories By Littl Folks
By EDITH HIXON.
Sweet Content, our rosebud fairy,
was out playing ball with the wind
fairies one evening in the early fall.
The wood fairies were there with
their gay dresses of yellow and red,
whi!c the Moonbeams danced about
"in and out, making tiny stars of
light.
Roaring Storm and Strong Breeze,
his brother, were unusually rough
that night. They tossed Sweet Con
tent about from one place to another.
One minute she would be swinging
madly in a cobweb hammock at the
top of the tallest pine tree, and the
next she would be blown along with
the wood fairies on the leaf-carpeted
ground. Roaring Storm took her for
a long ride on Wildwind, his coal
black horse.
It was while riding Wildwind that
Sweet Content found herself in the
streets of Cuddlytown. Cuddlytown
was deserted, the people were all
close by the fireside; that is, all ex
cept Richard, who was looking out
of his window. He never knew why
it was that he felt sure that fairies
.were about, but he did that evening
ft he ever did in his life.
Sweet Content spied him right
away, and brought Wildwind to a
top right at the edge of the gar
den gate. Richard couldn't see them
(remember, Wildwind was black and
;he Moonbeans were dancing with the
wind fairies back in the midst of
Fairyland), but right away Sweet
Content wished that he could come
jut and play with her.
She tied Wildwind to the gatepost
with a bit of midnight rope. She
lulled out her thinking cap of Queen
Anne lace from her pocket and tied
;t securely under her chin. She had
in idea right away.. She danced up
close to the window. She saw Richard
as in his pajamas and was dismayed
for a minute and then smiled.
She went about the yard touching
f'rees and bushes with her magic
vand until they looked as if they
were edged with silver. She lighted
two or three tiny bonfires and then
pointed her wand at Richard, saying:
Wand, mads of moonbeam ray,
T.et ma have this wlh, I pray:
.May Richard come out with me ts play.
And stay until the break of day.
It seemed a long time to Sweet Con
tent, but really it was only a minute
before he came walking into the yard
in his white pajamas. His eyes were
bright with excitement and he smiled
merrily. He didn't seem to see Sweet
Content at all, but said aloud': "If
there are any fairies in the land they
are abroad tonight and I'll find them."
Sweet Content spoke right up.
"There are many fairies out tonight,
and if you will come with roe I will
show you."
"I see you plainly," said Richard.
"You have on a pink dress, and you
have a long wand in your hand.
Whose horse is this?" he inquired,
pointing to Wildwind.
, "He belongs t5 Roaring Storm,"
said Sweet Content, "but I will take
you to ride on him if you like."
Richard was delighted and hopped
onto the black horse with no more
questions. When they started off and
Windshield really began to gallop, she
noticed Richard shivering. Without
a word she pulled off her cape of soft
eiderdown and wrapped it about him.
Did I tell you that when Richard got
on Windshield he became small like
Sweet Content? Well, he did.
Back in Fairyland.
Once back in Fairyland, Richard
was welcomed with open arms. Ev
eryone tried to win his favor, from
Roguish Ruth, who poked a hole in
his cheek with her finger (it is now
called a dimple) to Golden Jacket,
ythe big bumble bee, who gave him a
V big bag of . honey. Sweet Content
and Roaring "Storm took him on a
whirling ride through the heavens,
which made him shout with joy.
When they came back from one
mad tear through the heavens, Rogu-i.-h
Ruth met them with a fearful look
in her eyes-. "The fire fairies have
come," she said, "and they are so
careless with their torches that it
makes me nervous. Twice already
I've put out little smoldering fires
that I've discovered."
Richard asked anxiously: "They
won't set fire to the woods really,
will they?"
"You can't tell exactly what they
will do," said Sweet Content. "They
mean to be kind, but they are care
less." J 11 st then over the fields came Gold
en Jacket. The little old gentleman
was terribly excited. "They set fire to
a big pile of leaves," he buzzed. "All
, Fairyland will go and Cuddlytown,
, too, unless we can stop it."
Cuddlytown Warned.
. Richard looked at Sweet Content
horror struck. Our fairy could see
the fire fairies dancing madly about
' the bright spreading bonfire. She
knew it was less than one year be
fore that they had done the same thing,
and always it is just because they are
' out for a lark.
"Please- take me home quickly,"
said Richard. "I will awaken the
village and we will save not only
' Cuddlytown, but the whole of Fairy
land." Wildwind went faster than usual
' and left Richard at his own back
gate. He scampered into the house
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Six Years Old Tomorrow (Nov. 19):
Name. School.
Korinek, Rose ...Jungmann
Seven Years Old Tomorrow:
Anderson, Lois...... Saratoga
Boyer, Lucille ........Windsor
Gordon, Margaret D Belvidere
Eight Years Old Tomorrow:
Anderson, Helga ..Webster
" Christensen. Ida '. ..Kellom
Larson, Esther..;... Long
Pollreis, Mary E St. Joseph's
Stevens, Walter. Howard Kennedy
Uhlig, Jean....' Central
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Howard Kennedy
Brittain, Viola.. .Madison
Brown, Arthur Windsor
Buick, James, .. .Howard Kennedy
Gafford, Jack Franklin
Garst, Eugene W. Beals
Lamdin, Arnold Central
Lechner, Myrtle. Howard Kennedy
and told his father about the fire. It
was no time at all before the men had
formed a line with buckets in their
hands all (the way up the hill. They
dashed water on the fire. The fire
fairies -fairly hissed with anger, so
loudly that the children could hear
them in Cuddlytown.
The men were in time, of course,
and Cuddlytown, as well as Fairy
land, was saved. Cuddlytown is proud
of Richard for saving them, but he
still insists that it is the fairies who
are really to be thanked.
(Published by Illne Bros., 100 William
street, New York.)
(Prize Story-)
Indians.
By Agnes Logan, Logan, la.
How many of the Busy Bees ever
lived on a claim near an Indian res
ervation? I, for one, lived on a homestead of
160 acres in South Dakota.
We were 25 miles from a railroad
town and 15 miles from the Indian
reservation, which is bounded by the
Cheyenne river, from which they get
their name.
This river is a wild piece of scenery.
At the time we lived there it was not
bridged, only forded, but I think now
they have a bridge.
The banks rise high in the air, al
most perpendicular in places, and are
covered with giant red cedar which
furnishes wood for the settlers for
miles around.
The Cheyenne Indians are a fairly
well educated race, you seldom see
an Indian child of school age, for
Uncle Sam provides schools for their
education and they are forced to at
tend. Often they escape, but are cap
tured and sent back at once.
The younger generation look and
dress like white people, but the older
Indians cling to old customs, red
Indian blankets for the squaws, and
long braids of dirty hair for the men.
They farm as other farmers, using
farm machinery, and fattening horses
and cattle for market like the settlers.
They are married as other people,
the bride and bridegroom being
dressed equal to the town bride and
bridegroom. Often the Indians fol
lowed the old trial which led through
our yard, past our well, team after
team, leading their saddle horses and
accompanied by Indian police, for
they need a permit to leave the In
dian reservation.
The wagons carried the camping
outfit and often a spring and mattress,
for use when they made camp, were
seen.
Blizzards made no difference to
them, they camped out regardless of
wind or snow, turning their horses
loose at night and hunting them in the
morning. They always made camp
about one-half mile from our house
and often their horses would come up
to our barn. One night our old horse
kicked off the barn door trying to
drive them away from standing with
their heads in over the lower half of
the door.
In season the prairies are covered
with beautiful flowers, the violet,
larger and bluer than the ones in
Iowa, grow about the water holes
and the smaller yellow violet was very
plentiful in our yard.
The most maligned rattler was a
scarcity in our section, being veritable
1-cowards at the sight of man, wc see
ing only two on our place in two
years' time.
Birds were very numerous) the
meadow lark being a regular music
box from morning until night. The
magpies were a great curiosity to us,
their nests as large as a bushel basket,
were built on small trees about eight
or 10 feet from the ground.
Jackrabbits were also new to us.
In Iowa we saw the common bunnies
only, but one soon tires of rabbit to
cook, they are so numerous you can
see them anytime you look out. When
they hear a noise they stand on their
hind legs and look all over the wav
ing grass.
Wolves were a menace to sheep
raising and when there was a dead
animal in the neighborhood they made
nights hideous with their howling.
We staid on the claim two years
and then decided to move back to
Iowa, where we had always made our
home, and where we could all go to
school, as it was too far to go in the
country. ,
Breeiy Point.
By Mildred Henriksen, Thurman, la.
Blue Side;
Dear Friends: Well, here I am
igain. It has been so long since I
have written to you that I suppose
you have forgotten all about me. How
is Mr. Waste Paper Basket? I hope
he is doing Red Cross work and my
letter escapes his view, for 1 have
never won a prize. 1 will tell you of
Breezy Point: Preezy Point is a
high bluff. ; When you get on the top
you can look out over the bottom
ami a way out yonder you can see the
Missouri river. It is awfully cool
upon the bluffs. Well, I must close
now and I do hope I win a prize.
(Honorable Mention.)
A Noble Revenge.
By Anna IVrshc, Aged 11 Years. 3209
South T Street, South Side.
Red Side.
James was swinging on the , barn
yard gate when Willie came by.
"Good morning," said Willie kindly.
"Huh," said JanK- grimly, "go
away, 1 don't want you around me."
"But I w:ant to look at "your pet
bantys and your flower garden,
please," said Willie.
"Xo," returned James, "I said go
away. You're a poor boy. I hate you."
After Willie had left lames made
up his mind that he would go to the
lake to swim. He had been swim
ming for some time and was out near
the middle of the lake when he lost
control of himself and was about to
drown.
He was crying for help. Just then
Willie chanced to pass by the lake on
his way home and heard his cries. He
ran to, his aid with all speed.
He leaped into the water and res
cued James who in a few minutes
would had d vncd.
After they vere safe on shore
James offered him his watch and all
the money he had.
"No." said Willie, "I don't have to
be paid to do a kind deed. Mother
says that kindness is to do and say
the kindest things in the kindest way."
After that James never drove
Willie away, and treated him with
kindness and respect.
Halloween.
By Ethel Mae Kudrna, Aged 10
Years, Bee, Neb., Blue Side.
This Halloween I couldn't go out
because I was sick. I made a Jack-o-lantern.
I had two paper ones so we
hung them nil in the window and kept
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Books for Little Folks
Curtis. Ths Penn Publishing company. It.
Faith Carew is the daughter of a
sturdy American pioneer. She lives
near Lake Champlain and crosses it
to visit her aunt. There she meets
Louise and others, who become her
warm friends.
EPISODE NO. 20.
Pearl Standlsh Pearl White
High Priestess Ruby Hoffman
Richard Carslako Warner Gland
Tom C'arleton Hinry Osi.ll
As the Arab on guard at the en
trance to the sewer fired, the wounded
newsboy at his feet reached up weak
ly and tripped him, so the shot went
wild. Pearl then rushed out and
seized his wpst, and the Spider and
Tom came to her assistance. While
Tom held the man, Fearl forced from
him the fact that the High Priestess
and her band had started for Arabia
with the violet diamond and the set
ting Leaving the newsboy at a doctor's
office on the way, the Spider, Tom
and Petri set off in a hansom for the
steamship wharf, where they learned
that the Mecca had sailed half an
hour before. There was but one
thing to do follow o.i Pearl's yacht.
This course they proceeded to adopt
promptly.
Meanwhile, Carslake had succeeded
in getting for himself a state room
next to the Priestess' and through
a small register set fn the wall be
tween their rooms he overheard
everything that passed. Discovering
that the diamond was to be kept in a
silver jewel case under the Priestess'
pillow, Carslake bribed a steward to
bring a bag of tools and some chloro
form to him at 12 o'clock that night.
The steward proved an easy mark for
Carslake, for he agreed to remove
the register while the Priestess slept,
to crawl through the aperture and.
after drugging the woman, to steal
the jewel box from beneath her head.
Departing, the steward removed the
chloroformed cloth, so that no evi
dence of the theft remained after the
register had been carefully replaced.
Carrying the jewel case to the port
hole, Carslake assured himself that
thiJviolct diamond and the ring were
safejithen he presented the other jew
els in the case and the case itself to
the steward as his share of the
spoils.
But the steward had no sooner crept
away with his booty than Carslake
followed him and knifed him in the
dark. It was Carslake's way to leave
no one the power to destroy him.
The next morning the High Priest
ess raised a great alarm over the loss
of her jewels; but the finding of the
steward's body and the jewel case
ended the affair. No clue to the mur
derer could be found and no trace of
the missing ring. Thanks to Cars
lake's disguise, no one recognized
him.
Arrived in Arabia, Carslake was the
first to set out for the Temple, ob
taining horses from the Shiek Ibra
him, who dwelt on an oaisis known as
the Mirror of Allah. From this shiek
the Priestess and her followers
learned for the first time that some
one was before them. . From the
description they recognized Carslake
and hurried on to defend the Temple
and its secret with their lives'
They overtook Carslake's crowd at
an abandoned hut dedicated to the
uses of stray travelers, but by a clever
ruse Carslake made them think he
was alone and they entered one by one
only to be destroyed by Carslake's
men, who were in hiding. .The Priest
ess alone was spared, and she was
bound and locked in an inner room.
But the natives and Carslake had
hardly begun to celebrate their vic
tory when Pearl, Tom and Spider ap
peared, with guns leveled:
"Hands up!" shouted Pearl.
Carslake threw his hand up, but in
doing so managed to overturn the
candies so that the place was in
darkness. A general fight ensued, in
which Carslake and one man escaped
into the inner room; the Spider was
wounded; the remaining Arabs killed.
Pearl and Tom began to break
down the door behind which Carslake
had taken refuge, but in the mean
time the Arab with Carslake had
torn up thcmatting, revealing a se
cret exit from the hut, underground,
and Carslake had stabbed the fellow
in order to get out first. But the
Arab took vengeance by freeing the
Priestess with his last spurt of
strength.
The Priestess followed Carslake
Tom and Pearl demolished the door
and followed the Priestess.
Carslake reached the horses, went
on across the desert and finally found
himself once again in the presence
of the Violet God. Into the slit where
the god's eye should have been,
Carslake fitted the ring with the violet
diamond in it. Instantly there came
a light, illuminating a text in Arabic
on the opposite wall. It said:
"For that chemical power which
is potent to reduce to nothingness
whatever it is directed upon, twist the
forfingcr of our sacred idol's right
hand!" ;
Carslake did. The stomach of the
god opened, disclosing a smalt retort
fashioned into a gun. When the trig
ger was pulled the stopper slipped
back, permittting the rays of the
chemical within to shine forth.
Carslake seized the gun, delirious
within joy. At that instant, lid heard
the Pristlss approaching. Hiding, he
let her advance until she was between
him and escape. Then he came forth
and taunting her, pointed the gun at
her. She vanished like mist in the
wind! She was disentegrated. Not
even the dust remained to reveal the
fact that she bad lived.
As Carslake triumphantly turned
from this deed of destruction he
heard a tap on the window, and cau
tiously advanced to investigate. Bjt
as he looked in, Tom and Tearl
leaped upon him from the doorway
and wrested the gun from him. Hold
ing it firmly, despite his wild cries of
fear, she pointed it at him and pressed
the trigger.
And Carslake vanished, even as the
Priestess had done. His race was
run. He had gone to meet his Judge
and face his reckoning.
Pearl looked around and saw not
far off a well, the. entrance to a sub
terannean lake so deep that a pebble
tied to the end o.' a string always
plaved out the string before striking
the bottom no matter how long a
string was used. Into this well Pearl
cast the chemical gun.
Then, turning, she threw herself
into Tom's arms, for she had kept her
pledge, had rescued the whole en
lightened world from the evil that
menaced it, and the rest of her life
was to be Tom's. Very
tenderly, he kissed her
ROSS GRANT ON THE TRAIL. By John
Garland. The Penn Publishing company.
11.35.
Ross regards himself responsible,
although innocently, for a deception
practiced on his friend, Lucky Frace,
and at once begins a chase after the
man who has tricked him. .This leads
him over many a perilous mountain
trail, mishaps and adventures, but he
is finally successful.
MAIIOKRT MORRIS. By Violet OoTdon
Gray. The Penn Publishing company. 11.25.
Margery is a California girl who is
sent, rather against her will, to visit
her grandfather in a quaint old Quak
er town. She expects to have a dull
time, but somehow the two boy cous
ins and Polly Jameson prevent it.
THE RAFETT FIRST CU'n AND THE
FLOOD. By W. T. Nichols. The Penn
Publishing company. 11.25.
The boys of the Safety First 'club
are rather puzzled by a lad from the
city who is a newcomer in town. They
find what sort of a chap he is when
he visits with them a little valley,
where the whole party are caught by
a spring flood that sweeps away the
dams ' and brings them some rather
surprising adventures.
OLD MOTHER OOOSB. B? Mary Ron Don
ovan. The Psnn Publlshlnf company. 69
cants.
All the old ryhmes so dear to the
heart of the child are presented here
in color and black-and-white that
make the volume a delightful gift.
THE ENCHANTED BIRO. By Antoinette
Ps Couraey Patterson. Th Pann Publish
lnr company. 31 eeota.
This is about the Little People who
live in water lilies and spider webs
The pictures in color and the many
pen drawings add their own charm
JOHNNIE SNOOZLE MOUSE IN THB
Bill HOUSE. By Frances Munro. TS
Penn Publishing company. 3t cents.
Johnnie was a lively mouse looking
for adventure, getting into trouble
and laughing his way out. The many
black and color illustrations help the
fun.
THE BELOIAN TWINS. By Lucy Fltct
Perkins. lloughton-.MIfflin company. 11.85.
This book tells the life of a little
hoy and girl in Belgium before the
war, how the war came upon them
and how finally they escaped, first to
England, and then to New York.
THE THREE OAY8 IN MAINE. By Ethel
C. Rtnwn. The Penn Publishing com
pany. Roger, Kathryn and Jack Gay are
spending their summer on a Maine
island. There is no end to the jolly
things one may do oil that island.
They make friend with Captain
Grumpus, who pounds as5 bad as his
name until you get to know him.
BETH ANNE'S NEW COUSIN. By Mao
Pamberton Qlnther. The Penn Publishing
company. 11.115.
The new cousin is a surprise in sev
eral ways. She somes from England
and has seen Zeppelins. She plays an
important part in the good times of
Beth Anne and the I. G.'s club.
THE STORY Or SUOAR. By Sara War
Bassett, The Ponn Publlshlnf company. 7i
cents.
Two boys are taken through a sugar
refinery and a candy factory and have
some adventures that are not con
cerned with sugar at all.
TRUDY AND TIMOTHY. By Berth Cur
rler Porter. The Penn Publishing com
pany. 1.
The story of two youngsters who
are lucky enough to spend some
months on a farm, where, the peo
ple know what boys and girls like.
them lit all evening. Then my father
and I drew pictures. Then my
mamma came home from the store
and papa went down town and
mamma stayed home with me. We
drew pictures and played games. I
made nre a witch cap.
The Chickens.
By Marietta Flemming, Aged U
Years, Avoca, la. Blue Side.
This is my first story to the Busy
Bee page. I read the children's page
every Sunday and enjoy it very much.
One day last summer as I was
gathering eggs in the haymow I
found a nest with 12 eggs. The eggs
were warm and set I left them alone.
Two weeks later as I was gathering
eggs in the haymow I saw that the
hen was from her nest and four eggs
and some shells were left,
I looked around and saw the hen
with eight little chicks, The next day
I made a nice box and then put her
in. Several days afterward I found six
more little chicks. I put thm with
mine. Only two of the little chicks
died. Now the chickens are almost
grown and I am going to have papa
take them to market.
A B'j Scare.
By Libbie Rokusck, Aged 10 Years,
Omaha, Neb., 214 South Twenty
eighth Street. Blue Side,
One Sunday afternoon my brother,
mother, sister and two friends, of
mine and I went out to Florence.
We saw the great wide Missouri
river and we wanted to see the water
works, but it was closed. We looked
in; at the top of the door was glass
and we could see a huge wheel going
around.
We drove on until we came to a
bridge. We crossed the bridge and
saw pretty red leaves; on the other
side there was an orchard of nice, red,
juicy. apples. Then my brother said:
"Do you want some apples, girls?"
We all shouted "Yes I" for we were
going to buy some.
Just as I was going to open the
door of the machine an old woman
came put from the weeds with a loos
rifle in her hands and she looked like
an old witch.
Then as soon as my brother saw
her he drove on as fast as he could
go, Then one of "the girls, looku)
back and she saw the old wor.iar
shake her fist at us. This is a true
story.
"Stand Up fr the U.S.A."
By Margaret Crosby, Aged IS Years
Sutherland, Neb. Blue. Side.
Stand up for the United States
And don't let the kaiser lick us,
They don't dare to enter our gates
Unless they get into a mixup with
us.
The seas don't even welcome them
And even uses them for fishbaits,
So don't wish that you were them.
But stand up for the United States.
Since we have entered in the war,
Kaiser Bill now wishes for peace(
He finds that we're much more of a
chore
And soon he 11 run out of grease.
He's watching now from coast tc
coast,
He must hurry, no time to wait.
He's got to fight and no time to boast
Or he will live to see his fate.
The kaiser thinks he'll lick us,
' But he'd better frown and not be so
Ray.
Because were harder to lick than in
yore
And he must remember we're the
U. S. A.
Aumt Mary las
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