Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, April 11, 1909, Page 22

THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: APRIL 11, 1909. that It was good fishin Now he did not llke school very well, so when one of the boys sald, “‘Let's go fighing,” Paul agreed. One of the bove, named Qeorge, ran home and supplied himeelf with a fishing pole and balt. They then went to the river, where they fished all afternooh, but with no success. They were very tifed, and as they walked to the neck that killed him rope on their beat and finally drag on board. The farmers gave and Harry $100, for the bear had given them o much trouble. How the Pied Piper Got His LL THE children who read the B Bees Own Page are welcome to join the ranks of the writers. Some of the new Busy Bees have writ- tefi to ask several questions concernlng the page. The childrén may send In storles whenever they wish, and as soon as there is room on the page the storlés will be printed. Ofly two stories have been thrown Away in several weeks, One story was written on both sides of the page and the other was copled ffom a stoty book. 'The Busy Bees may join elther the Red county From the New Queen ——————————— Dear Bditof and Busy Nees! 1 wish to thank you many times for choosing me queen of the Busy Beet. 1 shall try to do my best for the Diue side, slde or the Blue side, whichever they wish to help. divided now, as each side won the samie months' reign. and all of these will be published soon. The &idés arc vefy evenly number of prizes during the last three HSeveral very good poems have been sent in by the Busy Bees Most of the books that are sent for short stories and some are not. prizes are new publications; somé Are Some splendid Easter stofies have been sent in recently and prizes were awarded this weck to Myrtie Jensen, ex-queen of the Blue side, and to Frances Johnson, alto on the Blue side. Doty, on the Red side. Honerable mention was given to Howard Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the Postcard Bxchange, which now includes: gun De Long, Alfisworth, Neb. fene McCoy, BArnston, Ne Lilian Merwin, Beaver City, Neb. Mabel Witt, Hennington, Neb. Anna Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Minnie Gottsch, Bennington, Neb. Dahmke, Benson, Neb. lldgher, Benkelman, Neb. (box 1) May, Central City, Neb Vora Cheney, Crelghton, Neb. Louis Hahh, David City, Neb Rhea Freidell, Dorchester, Neb, Eunice Bode, ‘Falls City, Neb, Bthel Reed, 'FFremont, Neb. Hulda Lundburg, Fremont, Neb. Marion Cabps, Gibson, Neb. Marguerite Bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb Lydia Roth, 606 West Koenig street, Grand sland, Ni Ella Voss, Grand Tsland, Neb. Irene Coste Grand Jessle C Grand Isiand, Pauline Schulte, 412 West Fourth WJfgnd Isiand, Neb. artha arphy, Srand Tslad. Neb. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. r E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. lico Temple, Lexington, Neb. uth Temple, Lexington, Neb, Auna Neilson, Lexington, Neb. Bdythe Kreltz, Lexington, Neb. Marjorle Temple, Lexington, Neb. Alles Grassmeyer, 1545 C 8t., Lincoln, Neb. gm.n Hamilton, 29,1, Bt.. Lihcoln, Neb. Ilsfe Hamilton, %029 L 8t Lincoln, Neb. Jjene Disher, g L street. Linooin, Neb. ughle Disher, 2080 I, street, Linceln, Neb. Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb. Estelle McDonald, Lyons, Neb, fiton Belzer, Nebraska City, Neb, arry Crawford, Nebraska Uity, Neb, Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, 'Neb, Luchie Hagen, Norfolk, Neb, Letha Larkin, fo. Bixth Bt., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Matquardl, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred F. Jotes, Notth Loup, Neb. Gerevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Helen Goodtich, 4010 Nicholas street, Omahs Mildred Brickson, 2100 Howard street, Omaha. Oscar Erickson, #100 Howard Omahx Louls Raabe, 2000 North Nineteenth ave- nue, Omal Lena Petersen, 2211 Locust street, East Omaha. 1 West Charles street, 15 West Mighth Neb, fora, 45 West Charles Neb. street, street, street, t Ninth street, Hugh H street, Mary,_Brown, 2321 Boulevard, Omaha. Eva Hendee, 402 Dodge street, Omaha Omaha Qmaha Omaha. Omaha. Juunita Innes, 2769 Fort street, Lilan’ wiet, ' ags Cpas strcet, Emlle Brown, ulevard, Meyer Cohn, 846 Geo avente, AdA Morris, 34 Fr-nmrlx street, Omaha. Myrile Jenken, 2908 lza reet, Omaha. 21 Howard, 4122 Capitol avenue, Omah elen Houck, 168 Lothfop street, O Eirerson Goodrioh, 400 Nicholas, Omaha. Mautice Johnson, 1027 Locust Bt., Omaha. Leon Carsoh, 114 North Fortleth, Omaha. Wilma Howard, 478 Capitol Aveé., Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. {ldred Jensen, 2107 Leavenworth, Omaha. ana Heden, 2789 Chicago stfeet, Omaha. Mabel Sheifelt, 4914 North Tweénty-fifth etreet, Omaha Walter’ Johnson, 2406 North Twentieth street, Omaha. Emma Carruthers, 8211 North Twenty-fitt} sireet, Omaha. Leonora Denisoh, The Albion, Tenth Pacific strests, Omaha. Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb. Macge L. Danlels, Ord. Neb. Zola Beddeo, Otleans. Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orieans, Neb. Marle Fleming, Osceola, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. arl Perkins, Reddington, Neb. Emma_Kostal, 1816 O strest, Bouth Omaha Edra Enis. Btanton, Neb. Ethe] Enis, Stanton, Neb. Ina Carney, Suiton, Cldy coutity, Neb, Clara_Mliler, Utica, Neb. Alta Wilken, Waco, Neb. Mae QGrunke. West Point, Neb. Flefe Btastny, Wilber, Neb. Frederick Ware, Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Wdha Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb. Carrle B. Bartiett, Fontanelle, fa. frene Reynclds, Little Sloux, Ia. hel Mulholland, Box 71, Maivern, Ia. Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Ksthryne Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Ruth Robertson, Manlila, Ta. Mildred Robertscn, Maniila, Ta. Margaret B. Witherow, Thurman, la. Fred Sorry, Monareh, Wyo. John Barrén, Monarch, Wye. Edith Amend, Sherldaf, Wyo. Pauline Bquire, Grand, Oki. Fred Shelley, 20 Troup street, City, Kan. Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy eompany, Attica, Ind. and Kans: Little Flossie's Easter on the Plains By Annle James, —— ANY years ago the incidents narrated in this story took place. 1t was during the early settling of that vast region west of the Misslssippi river which was then known as “the plains." At that time people were scarce in that part of the world; towhs were scarcer, churches more scarce, and all the wildness of the world seemed to have full sway on the plains. There the rangers held the new country In thelr hands, so to speak The cowboy and the government séout were the heroes of the praities. To this néw region had come a family of three—man, wife and little daughter. Their name was Btone, and thelr little daughter was named Flossle. She was 13 years old and a very quiet, serfous child for her age. While the other children of the six-month- old town played In the grass-grown streets Flossle sat In the ‘blg room” of her parents' two-room frame house studying her books, for she had been at the head of her classes in the school she had at- fanded in ah eastern state prior to coming % the plaihs, and it was her determina- tlon to cohtinue to learn, even though there was ho school as yet In the town where she lved, One morning hér mother, 160kIAg up frofm the almanac which she had been study- ing in order to find just when to plant her garden in the right sign of the moon, sald: Daughter, do you knew that next Sunday 18 Easter? lsn't It a pity that we cannot have some sort of Easter sérvices In our aew town?" “Why cab't we have Easter services, o , laying aside her book., “There Is dear old Mr. James, who was ‘4 preacher before coming here, and you know he is doing all he can to get &n appropriation from an eastern church tund towadd bullding a little church in our town, and he has been holding serv- lces In his own house every Sunday. 1 know there are only a handful of people who attend, and that the majority of our oltizens feel a certain comtempt for the church, but I do belleve they might be made to febl differently could we but get them Interested. Now, why shouldn't you and father and I help Mr. James to ars Y, PARSON, T WAS PLAYED' BY GEL WENT CL! OLD HIDE 0 range for special Easter services for next Sunday " “You are a true Cnristlan girl, my daugh- ter,” sald Mrs. Stone, “and 1 belleve we might do something to help Christianity here in this wild place. The people are not bad, nor lacking In true Christian feel- ing, but they are forgetful and have been #0 long from civiiization that they readlly drop into the spirit of the plains. But I am glad to hear you speak so earnestly on the subject and I shall do all I can to assist In having speclal Easter setvice. Let me see—where could we hold the meet- Ing? Mr. James' house is so very small. Only about ten people can be accommo dated In the James' front room." Flossle looked about thelr own large “front room,” which served both as living and sleeping apartment for the family. “I'm wondering why we can't take down the beds for the day and borrow dhairs from the nelghbors,” she sald. “You séo, a table could be arranged at the end of the room to take the place of a pulpit. Mr. James would conduct the services; I could play the plano, and you, mother, could lead In the singlng. You have a good volce, you know. And father—well, what could he do to assist? Oh, 1 haye It. He could pass the hat after the first prayer.' Flossle and her mother laughed merrily over the duty assigned to Mr. Stone. ““Well, It 18 quite necessary to take up a collec- tlon," declared Flossle, “for every penny will help toward the new chureli which Mr. James 15 so ansious to see begun be- fore the year ls out.” I'm glad we brought our plano with " sald Mrs. Btone. “When your father suggested that we sell It, thinking we would have to maMe many sacrifides in OUF new western Bome before we got nicely scttled, I sald no; that you must have your plano so that you would not lose the little ¥you had learned of musie. And how nice it will be to have plafio musle for our Easter service. You must get at your Ghurc music at once and memorize one of your Most soul-stirfing voluntaries. You know that music hath charis to soothe the sav- age breast. We must try to tame the wild man of the plains. Ha has not always been wild, and it s our duty to help in bring- J HAT MUSIC THAT LITTLE AN THROUGH WHA L AN THIS MINE." Florence in the Land of the Easter Bunnies (First Prize,) BEx-Quoen Bee, Aged 12 Street, Omaha. Riuc When Florence awoke one balmy Sunday fhcrning she realized that it was Waster. “I do wonder,” she mused, half aloud, “If the Faster Bunny left me any pretty cggs ‘Cause I left my red basket filled with grass under the lilac bushes. Tumbling out of bed, she gathered up her white night-gown and was soon flitting about the lawn. 8uddenly her attention was drawn by seelng a little brown rabbit funhing through the hedge. He wore a blue satin mantel over a pink dress. Such an extraordinary spectacle naturally astonished Florenoe and funning after him she called to him. Turning around, he beheld Florence and after a minute of thoughful meditation, advanced and took Florence's pretty littie white hand. After talking tomether jhe rabbit asked Florence to g0 with him to the land of the Easter Bunnles. Morence presumed that it would be very nice and readily answered, ‘‘Yes." Theh, taking fofth a silver whistle he blew two melodious hotes. Instantly a dainty little carrfage drawn by two Aoves appeared. Stepping In, Florence found her- self to be no larger than the rabbit. Over hills and valleys they flew till they came to a large opening In the ground. Alighting, Florence followed the rabbit through a long, winding passage way. Hoon they came to a great hall, brilliantly lighted by the reflcction of great blocks of crystal. Here were assembled thous sands of rabbits in the midst of which sat a pretty white, pink-eyed rabbit dressed in an ermine robe. “The queen! whispered Flotence's escort, “Lat me presente you." The queen was very cordlal and com- manded that Florence be shown about hef domalns. 8o, guided by tHIFty rabbits, Florence was taken to the place where the Easter egms were mbade. Many Wete tvorking here ahd Florence gave many exclamations of delight, especially when ohe rabbit gave her a whole basket full of pretty candy egEs. “Now, let me take you to the hgthouses where the hyacinths and Haster lilles grow,” sald the rabbit. As they entered a great spaclous room Florefice uttered an exclamation of joy. oh, how beauti—" Just then she heard a famillar volce saying, “Dearle, 1t 1s nearly time for Sunday school, wakeup." Flcrence started and then said: “I'm so sotry!" “Why, dearie?”’ asked her mother. mCause I was golng to see all of the land of the Iaster Bunnies. Her mother didn’t understand. but simply sald, “Hurry, dear, breakfast is ready.” (8econd Prize.) A Legend of the Easter Lily By Frances Johnson, Aged 18 Years, #3 North Twenty-fifth ~ Avenue, Umana. Blue Side. Would you lke to know why the beautitul white illy has become the emblem of the hallowed Easter 8iay? 1 have made a little story which accounts for It. Many yeais ago the flowers quarreled among themselves about the purity of their clothes and the richness of thelr perfume, each one angrily declaring that It should be chosen queen, that is, emblem of Easter day. When Mother Nature's secretary (of course you know who that was) discovered that instead of dancing In the moonbeattis and saying sweet things to one afiother, they were fighting among themselves, sheé resolved to give them & queen so much more beautiful than they that they should never fight thereatter. 80 #he sent the wind fairfes to borrow RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly oh one side of the Ppaper only and npmber the pages. 8. Use pen and iuk, not pencld 3. Bhort and pointed articies wil _be given prefofence. Do not use over 260 words. wtordes or letters only 4. Original will be nsed. 8. Write your mame, and ad- Arces ot the top of the ANt page. First and second prizes of books will be given for ihe best two con- tributions to this page each week. Address all communications to OHILDEREN'S DEPARTMENT, — white from the dreaming clouds; for tha green she took some of her own fairy gar- ments. These she fastened to her gold- tipped wand and made the first Baster lily, the purest flower in the flower Kingdom. Theén one moonlight night she set the new quéen among the other flowers. They were 80 entranced by her, beauty that they ceased thelr bickering and bowed before her. To add to the loveliness the king of dew placed his most brilllant subject on her head. From that day purlty, content- ment and perpetual love relgned in flower- land. (Honorable Mention.) The Flowers’ Easter Ball Howard Doty, Age 13 Years, 1132 N Street, Omaha. Red Bida It was drawing near Baster and all the flowers were preparing for the Kaster ball which wes to be held on Baster night. As usual the flowerk were preparing two or three weeks ahead of time. Well, the night oon came and all were dressed In thelr crimeon colors. It was soon time for the gfand march, which was led by Mr. Pansle and his eharming wife, the Butter-eup. After the march they all had & dew drop and talked and danced until Mr. Wild Rose announced that there was going to be a falry come and change thelr spfing colors tc summer colors. Then the dance commenced and they all had a fine time. Then they all had their lunch and dessert. After that they would come together and make a pretty deslgn and surptise the fairy, who soon would be there. They were all suf- prised by a soft volce who had just ar- flved from the flowers' cagtle, which was thousands of miles away. The flowers who did not see the falry very ofteh were happy and each brought her a present. The leader was a rose, who gave her a dip of koney from the queen of the bees, the next was the violet, who presented her with a bottle f perfume from the queen of the violets. The next was the pahsle, who presented a box of jewels from the castle. The next was the Illy, who presinted her with a hottle of breath perfume, The next was the dalsy, who gave her a bottle of perfume of the meadow, The rest were the tullp, the lly, daffodil, the hstor, the popple, the carna- tioh, the four-o'clock, the pétunias, the butter-cup, the wild rose and the fern, The fairy was much pleased and declared she would repay them In some way. The fern was elected president of the castle, the daley as vice president, the wild rose for secretary, the carnation for treasurer. They then had a dance In honor of the new visitor, the falry: then It came to a clogse. It was & o'clock In the morning and all were quite tited. They all declared that they had had the best “‘Easter Ball" that had ever been given. The Adventures of Two Run- away Boys. Hubert Binclatr, Aged 18 Years, bragka City, Néb. Red Bide. Paul and Robert were ehlldren of rich parents. ‘They attendéd = publie school, not far from their home. One day Paul was informed by some of his schoolmates By By Ne- ward home and came to the corner whers they were to part, one of the boys pro posed that they should go out In the wood for a couple of days. George and Paul agreed, but the other boy backed out The boys were to go home and get sup- per, and then when thelr parents were all asleep they were to get thelr things and meet each other on the corner. At the appointed time the two boys met on the corher. Before leaving home Paul wrote a note to his father which ran thi “Dear Father: I go to the woods for a couple of days.” The boys made off lo the Woods, whero they found a log house They kindled a fire and having eaten thelr supper of bread And cheese they fell asleep. They were awakened by an officer, who took them back to their par- ents, I do not know what happened to them when they got home, but they never ran away again. Finding a Nest. By Aleda Bennett, Aged 10 Years, Wigln, Neb., Blue Side “Oh, dear! What shall I do for a nest?" sald Mrs. Robln Red Breast. “Here 1 have come from the south and the trees are not yet leafed out.” She flow house and barn, but could not find a place to sult her. At last she flew in an opeh window and there she saw a coat, but before she could get to it a woman camhe In with a broom and she flew out. 8he flew on and on and she saw a shed Bhe looked In and saw a sheif, and on the shelf was an overcoat. A few days later there was a nice little nest in the coat In a few weeks four little eggs were in the nest. After a while some little birdles. The father and mother Robin watched over them with the love of a father and mother. An Honest Girl By May Bertch, Aged 12 Years, 1327 South ‘Twenty-fifth Avenue, Omaha. Red Side. As Mildred Jensen and Hilda Peterson were walking home from school one day Hilda remarked, “Oh, a test tomorrow, I wonder if I will pass."” “Oh, I don't care sald Mlldred. Hilda hurried home and studied, but Mildred thought nothing about it. When the next day came and the teacher passed back the papers Hilda re- celved an extra paper with the answers on It. H:lda took it and gave it tn her teacher. When the teacher read the high- est marks next day Hilda had the highest marks. She was given a prize. Mildred dald not have a good mark. Aftér that Mildred always wanted study. over to Hold Your Temper. By Pauline Sonire, Aged 11 Years, Grand, Orl. Blue Side. home! T don't care,” cried Kate Mailton. “Why, you are always saying something mean about me.” Kate had heard Ralph say just in fun that she had @ big nose, and so got mad. Bhe was a vefy spolled child, with a temper. One day, not long after, she was going down the street. Buddenly someone yelled out, “Srrarty.” She thought that they were thiking to her and so she got mad at once and erfed out In return, “Don't care, you are cne yoursell.” Just then a parrot came around a house where a cat was Ilying in front and began calling It a “smarty.”” Kate felt very much ashamed of herself and that taught her a lesson never to be forgotten. A Bear Btory. By Ray Lewls, Aged 11 Tears. Ta. Blue Side “Come on, Hafry," sald Joe, picking up his father's gun, “let's go over on Bruin's island and get that bear that has been eating our hogs. “In a minute, sald Harry. boots are so hard to get onh. But at last they Were scudding across the pastdre toward the lake where their little sallboat was anchored. They got aboard and started to row It along. They were soon on the island. They saw some fresh bear tracks, which they followed to a e tree. “I see him,” shouted Harry, 4nd surc ehough up In one of the large bushy branches he lay asleep. But thé shout Harry had made awoke him and he started to climb down with an angry growl, but Joe gave him a dose of buckshot -In “Go Deffance, “My rubber — ing bim back to his former state of mihd and heart." “T'll set to work practicing my chureh muiic tods; declared Flossle, “And I shall ask Miss Jordon In to g0 over some of the hymns with us. She sings so sweetly and she is Mr. James' chlef as- sistant at the meetings he holds in his house. WIill you see Mr. James, mother, and talk over our plan with him? Yes, and I'll do it st once,” declared Mrs. Stone. “This I8 Tuesday. We have less than & week for preparation.’” 80 both mother and daughter set to work to carry out thelr plans for an Easter serv- tce In thelr own house, not having a better place to hold the meeting. And when Saturday night came they were surprised anc delighted with thelr success thus far. 7y On the morrow bright and early the two beds would be removed from the “big room" and the chairs from the nelghbors brought in. Notice had beed sent to ail who lived within ten miles of the town that Easter service, with plano music, would be held &t thée home of Mr. Joseph Btone, and that every person would be most welcome. When the little elock in the Btone's kitohen struck the hour of 10—the time ap- polnted for the Sunday serviet to bein— thete were assembled about twenty persons in the “'blg room," and Mr. James, standing beside a prettily decorated table, on which lay his Bible and hymbook, began an im- pressive Easter sermon. All the week Flossie had worked like a Turk, to use an old’saying, and not only had she learned the music of several hymns and a beautiful voluntary. but she had made wreathes and boquets of paper llies with which to adorn the table which served as an altar, for no other kind of flowers could be ob- tained, there being no florist within 100 mlles of the town In which she lived. And such a tremendous sensation did the paper wreathes and bouquets 4nd the piano make with the small congregation that Flossie's Neart beat with pride and satisfaction. Powers and music appesled where the preacher's volce failed to make much Im- pression. These people, living in huts, dugouts, shacks and without the least narticle of adornment Of any sort about them, were moved by the flowers—that looked 8o natural that several of the women went so far as to put thelr noses to them (o gather their fragrance—and the strains the plano mus And, with heart stir they joined In the hymns, which carried them back to former times, when they had known more refining Influence then they now enjoyed. After the and as Mr. James be- gan an appeal to each person present to give him ald in the bullding and sustain- ing of a little church In their town, a burly tellow, dressed in the regulation “cowboy™ garb, stood up near the open door. He had dropped in “to sge the show.” as he put it to another “cowboy" friend who like- wise was present service = = ] He stood with eyes on the preacher, drinking In every word, and when the speaker paused for a moment he called out in a hoarse, strong voice: “Bay, par- #on, 1 come In here to git a bit of fun out'n thia doings; but I'll be blamed ef I hain't got something else. Say, that music what was played by that little angel went cleah through thls old hide o' mine, and the songs and all the rest of the trimmings have got a<hold of me llke a bull terrier, and won't let m:go. 1 say, parson, I've been took back to my old home—away back east—and I've heard my own mother's volee a-singin' them song#, and I've heard my own father's volee a-saying them words what you've just sald. And, by doggone. it has made me fecl like a different belng! I hain't felt like a man for years and yenrs; I've felt like a wolf on the prairies But I want to tell you now that I'm goin’ to sell the fattest steer In my herd tomor- nd glve the money to you for bulldin a church. T want this musie, this sort of meeting, every Bunday, by graclous ! help us poor dog that en't felt ke human beings fof so long. An' all the other boys will limber up, ton, and drop a steer or two in the hat for the bullding of a church and the buying of We've got to have some musie as well as preachin’, parson.’ Then the rough but good-hearted boy' sat down. wiping his sleeve. And others in the house had to wipe the mist eyes that morning, for many ‘cowboy “to see the b serious m rer n organ muste. sure “eow- on his frame thelr the and full little m like show" is ana And the chy fund grew and from that Easter Sund:y when little F! found the way 1o the hearts of and thereby to their poeketbooks, tihe next Baster Bunday in a comfortable little chureh, pit decorated with papar flowers, and an organ in the corner, with Flossie as ganist, and the rough “cowboy' was there, in & black and white shirt, just t show his respect for the st and the “parson,” as he put it. And he was one of the leading members of the church, too ¢h rew sl people, and on services wer with a pul- or sult ory Magic Pipe. By Phillp Philbin, Aged 10 Years, 148 North hirty-first Avenue, Omaha. Red Side As you all know about what the Pled Piper at Hamelin did, would you not like to know where he got his pipe? Well, 1 will tell you. The Pled Piper had from his youth studied magic. He had found out that In a mountain not far from his home lived o witch. He also knew that she had a wonderful pipe. After he learned this, he knew he could destroy her with & bucket ot water. So one night he stole to the mountaln. He looked in the window &nd there, in a bed he saw the witth. He lifted the bucket of water to the window. Up jumped the witch In her bed. But the Pled Plper was tos quick. He dashed the bucket at her and slowly, she melted away. After that the Pied Piper went in to search the cave. He tound the pipe under her pillow and gol It. It sald on it: “Who ever gets this he will be rich or poor all his life.” The Pled Piper went home very much pleased. James' Honesty. Audfey Galther, Aged 12 Years. Dickens, Neb. Blue Side. Allce Brown and her brother, James, were orphans, whose paremts had died when they were quite young. These child- ren lived In an old attic and James sold papers for a living. One day he saw a lady drop her pocket- hook and pass on not notieing It. He ran and snatched ft up and thought for a moment he would be rich, but his con- sclence kept telling him, “What does it profit a man If he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?” At last he made up his mind to do right 80 he tried to find the woman, but alas! he was lost in the great throng and as it was § o'clock he decided fo go home. His sister was surprised at his story, but sald, “Let's see how much is in the purse.” They counted it over and found $,909.02. In thelr excitement the purse dropped to the floor and out tumbled a card, which was found to be the woman's name, Mrs. B. . Brushe, 428 South O street, Omaha, Neb. He took It to her place and told her about It. 8he was pleased with him and told him to bring his sister over the next evening at 7 o'clock. They came promptly and had a long chat, in which she told them she had de- cided to adopt them. They were very glad to leave the old attie for the beau‘iful home. Bessie’s Sleighing Party By Mae Hammond, Aged 11 Yecars, O'Nelll, Neb. Blue Eide. “Oh, mamma, may I have a sleighing party? The snow Is just fine for one," cried Bessle as she came running into the sewing room where her mother sat sewing. "Why yes, Bessie. Who will you Invite?” asked her mother. “Oh, I will invite Cora, Dot, Mary, Mina, Paullne, Etta, Gladys and Ruth.' “All right, go write your invitations." Away ran Bessie. About a half hour later Bessie showed her mother the following note: “Miss Bessie Clayton wishes you present at a slelghing party on Wdenes- aay, February 10, 199, from 3 to § p. m." The long looked for day came at last and the gitls came at 3 o'clock. They played a few games, but pretty soon Bessle's father came and took them out sleigh riding. They rode untll 6 o'clock and then went back to Bessie's home, where they found a nice lunch awaiting them. After lunch they made taffy and pulled it and popped popcorn and told storlas. At 8 o'clock the girls went home saylng they had a very good time. The Dear Old Farm. By Esther Klopping, Aed 12 Shelby, Ia. Blue Side. Once there was a family who had only one little girl, 4 years old. Her name was Esther. They had sold their farm and were going to move to town, but one day the mother could not find Esther. She hunted all over till she found her sitting behind a door erylng, and when she asked her what the matter was, she sald in German (for she could not speak Inglish:) “Ich will heir nicht wey. Ich will heir blelben die glet &u vertrelben,” (which means, 1 don't want to go away, I want to stay here and spend the time). They did not pay any attention to what Esther sald, but moved to town and there were occasions when they wished they had taken her advice. For they did not like town and are living on a farm again This is & true story for the little girl 18 myself. This Is the first time I have ever written and 1 hope to see this in print Elsie’s Vaoation, By Fsther Johnson, Aged 14 Years, Graham Avenue, Councll Bluffs, Blue Slde “Oh! mamma, Years, 162 Ia will the time ever come for vacation?' The speaker was a little Dblue-eyed, yellow-haired girl of about 7 vears, called Flsle, She was going to visit her grandma on the farm and never ceased asking ber ther that same question until they started. “Why, dear, 1 never khew you to be s impatient as you are now,"” sa'd her mother, glancing at the little figure curled up in the armchalr. “You have only a few days w unt!l t d of school, and 1 am sure it you would keep busy all the time In- stead of sitting in that chair the time would pags more quickly." At la the day came for starting It was fair and sunny and so they wailked to the depot, which was only a litle way from Elsie's home. T y had someone shouted Everyone rushed Elsie thought she the crowd alive, way and that But .he k and a t the traip. They traveled reached Neola At the station her gr in the buggy, and ¢ & hayrack, and awa entered the depot, when “Here comes the train!" for the platform and never would get out of for was pushed this ntil she reached the train t aold of her mother's hand they found themselves inside she an hour and they were t ndfather w then w for where st ¢ walt ning up the street » on t 1 ay sl Ttoy calied to her and told her to come up there with him. Her mother rode to the farm in the buzgy, but Elsie crawled up beside Roy and rode there with him. When they reached the farm grandma was standing iIn the door watching for Elsle and Roy had a little lunch under @ larea annle trea end then them out duting my refgn. 1 hope the contest will be de close the next time as it was the last, as It makes it more In teresting. Thanking you again for the honor conferred, 1 remain, A 1 Bee RENA N, MBAD, Blatr, April 4 Neb., started to explore the farm. There were 80 many things to do and sce that it seemed but a few minutes before they were called in to supper. After supper Kisle went to bed, but not to sleep. She had too many things to think of, but after & while she dropped off. She awoke i the morning with the sun shining In her face and a little robin singing In the tree just outside of her window, and she heard Roy calling to her frcm downstairs. She elipped quickly Into her clothes and ran downstaire. A she had her breakfast she went outside ith Roy to watch the meh milk the cows. Then they went to sce the chickens and the ducks. Every day she found something new and Interesting to see. calves and the geese, the pigeons that lived in the barn, the ponles and many more things. When the time came to go home she sald: “I belleve T have not seen half of the things yet, but I will come next summer and see the rest.” everyone that visited thelr house after- wards about her visit to the farm during her vacation, re were the Harry’s Father’s Last Words. By Tohnate Bcharfen, Aged 9 Years, West Point, Neb. Red Side. Harry Lane returned home from the field at noon and he was very tired, for it very warm. His poor old father came out to him and sald, “Son, will you do me a favor?" Harry dldn't know whether he should say y of no, for he knew it was somcthing he didn't liko to do. He thought a while and then sald yes, but it was not his consent “Will you go to town and get som for me? Iam not feeling well, eise I &0 myself." Then Harry brightened up and sald, “Bure, father, I will go."" The aged fathe: bent over and kissed him on the forchead, and sald, “You are my best, my very b always have been, and always shall be." Harty at once stafted for town, and on returning home his uncle met him on the place and sald, “Boy, I have sad news for you." oh, tell me quickly, uncle, what 13 1L?" “As your father stepped into the door when you left him he fell over dead, and his last words must have been to you." The boy, remembering those words, burst into tears and sald, “You are my best, my very best; always have been, and always ehall be.” Moral: Never leave home with unkind words, for they may be your last. True_c;_l-xrage. By Rose Kennedy, Aged 11 Years, Fley- enth Street, Third Corso, Nebraska City, Red Bide. “Bah, you have not the pluck of a cat.” A large boy was speaking to Martin, his friend, asking him to go swimming with them, but Martin was a delicate boy and was afraid a plunge in the cold water would bring sickness, so he refused. The boys walked off, laughing, and call- ing him a coward, but Martin pald no at- tention. On his way home he had to pass by a park where he saw a large crowd of people standing near a bear pit. He was about to continue on his way when sud- denly a loud scream was head and the people saw a baby had fallen from its mother's arms into the pit. Without a word Martin jumped Into the pit having only a stick to protect him. The bear started toward him, but Martin thrust the stick into its eye In a few minutes Martin had the bahy in his arms and climbed up the tree near the pit. The people got a rope and threw it to Martin, which he tied around the baby's waist and it was pulled up. With shouts of cheer everyone sprang up after the baby. The next day he was the hero of the school and the boys who the day before had scoffed at him were very proud at having him for a friend as would The Sunrise By Ruth Kirschstein, Aged 10 %01 Grand avenue, Omaha, The clouds on that September day, Tossed restle in their sea of gray The waves in red and golden hue, The sun-ship parted in passing through And o'er the bluffs the sun-lght cast A golden light, and then It passed Across the ar, and sparkling stream, Before It vanished llke a dream Again the st forth to light, The church spires in the city bright, To tell the birds in the shady nooks, “That the sun was waking up all the rs, e, sun bl tEE EASTER EGGS TLE BOY 18 LOOKING