Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 9, 1909, Page 20

THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MAY 9, HE boys antl gitk Luve gemt in a few gond storfes aboni thetr pet amimals. Patheps the Dusy Bees woullll ke to henr how some of the other Busy Dees we goiug » spenil thetr varation, that is, if they can write an interesting stury un that subject. The vortest tetwasm the Red side and the Blue side continnes to be in- teresting, nd s many mew By Besy have jotned and helped the Red side thot ws s a8 Chey pet accosgomed to writing stories the Blue side will have to vatch for fhetr Taurss, for the last few months the Blue side has been win- ing most off The yotmes. Prizes were swarded this week to Eunice Bode, on the Blue side, and to Ware Klngs, <a fhe Rod side. Honorable mention was given to Marguerite Lulwiz, ea the Red side. Any of the Basy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the ‘Pmu Ewxchange, which now includes: Jean lrmfi 1.~'. Ah-vur?fil_nh Litlhiasy Beaver Clty. Neb. . Neb. ton, Neb. on, Nub. Benson, Neb. T, 3 l;.n"ctl City, Neb. (box 12). Neb. Ves oot , Neb. Louts . City, Neb. Kben Frolaeil. Dorcirastér, Neb. Eode, Falls O Neb. Reed, Fremont, Neb. Lamndb: Fremont, Neb. Marion Capps, Gibson, Neb. Mazguorite Bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb. Lydia Roth, @6 West Koenlg street, Grand Island, Neb. Ella Vosa, Hulds ? ‘West Charles street, Grand 115 West Grand laland, Neb. Jessle Crawford, 405 West Charles GUrand island, Neb. Pauline ulle, §12 West Fourth Grand Island, Neb. Martha Murphy, 93 East Ninth Urand lsland, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Heste: E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruthy Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Neflson, Lexington, Neb Edythe Kreitz, Lexington, Neb. Marjorfe Temple. Lexington, Neb. Alice Grassmeyer, 1545 C St., Lincoln, Neb, Marian Hamflton, 2% I, 8t Lincoin, Neb, Elsle Hamilton, 202 L St.,’ Lincoln, Neb. Irenc Disher, 2080 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Hughie Disher, 2080 L street, Lincoin, Neb. Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb. Estello McDonaid, Lyons, Neb, Miiton Selzer, Nebraska City, Neb, Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Luclle Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, Bo. Sixth 8t., Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Loup. Neb. Gerevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Helen Goodrich, 4110 Nicholas street, Omal Orrin Fisher, 1210 South Bleventh street, Omah; Mildred Erickson, 2100 Howard street, Omaha. 210 Howard street, Oscar ~Erickson, Omahs. Louis Raabe, 2000 North Nineteenth ave- rue, Omaha. Frances Johnson, 38 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha, Eighth street, street, street, stroet, ANY hundreds of years ago there lived in a great city a poor lit- tlo beggar by the mame of Pletro. He was an orphan, and had not a friend In the world o care for him. After his . ... «id father Qied (they had been poor market gardeners In the country) Pletro could not stay on at the little rented garden, for the old landlord had said that he could not keep a pauper about his place and that Pletro must look out for a home elsewhere. 8o one rainy spring day the poor, heavy-hearted little Pletro wandered to the city, five miles distant trom his former home. Once in the vast city, where people took no notice of him, the child might have dled of hunger had he not bethought him o oeg for alms. He had heard how the poor begged for their dally bread in the great heartless oity and decided to try living that way il he could find some work. So he found a shadowy ccmer in one of the biggest streets where he might stand in the angle of an immense show window and hold out his little hand for alme, But after weeks of this sort of precarious lving Pletro became much discouraged, for he hated begging and longed to do some- thing to help himself—to earn an honest living, as he put it, for he could not think of living on food which was not earned by work. Both by nature and training he was industrious and honest, and asking for alms from the casual passerby humil- iated him deeply and caused the blush of shame ta dye his cheek whenever a penny was dropped into his palm. he do? He spent hours and hours each day hunting for work, and overy employer to whom he applied would shake his head and say: “You're too small, lad. We must have those of experlence. Why, you're such a little chap that It would seem like putting a baby to work." And so Pletro became deeply discouraged, and one very windy and rainy day stood, tears trickling down his face, in the cor- ner behind the great show window, hold- ing out his thin hand for alms. He was very, very tired and hungry and he wa heartsick from grief over the loss of his dear parents, who, though they had been very poor, had always given him a loving HE WAS A BIT AFRAID AT FIRST, AS THERE WAS NO HOLDING THE UMBRELLA. But what coulds Emma Carruthers, 211 North Twenty-fift] street, Omaha. Lecrora Denison, The Albion, Tenth Pacific_streets, Omnaha. Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb. Macge L. Danfels, Ord Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb. Marle Fleming, Osceola, Neb. Pawnee City, Neb. Reddington, Neb. , 1516 O street, South Omaha Enis, Stanton, Neb. Ethel Enls, Stanton, Neb. Lena Petersen, 2211 Locust street, East Omaha. Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Neb. Clara_Miller, Utica, Ne Alta Wilken, Wac#, Ne Moo Grunke, Wet Point, Neb. Elsia Stastny, Wil 1 Frederick Ware, Winside, Puulime Parks, York, Neb, Edna Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb Carrie B. Bartlett, Fontanelle, Ia. Irene Reynolds, Little Stoux, Ia. Fthel Mulholland, Box 71, Maive Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, Ia. Kathryne Mellos, Malvern, Ruth Robertson, Manilla, Ta. Iildred Robertscn, Maniila, Ta. Margaret B. Witherow, Thurman, fa. Fred Sorry, Monarch, 'Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wye. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Ol. Fred Sholley, 30 Troup street, City, Kan. Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Mary Brown, 22’ Boulevard, Omaha. Eva Hendee, 402 Dodge street, Omaha. 2769 Fort street, Omaha. 4188 Cass street, Omaha. Emile Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, #6 Georgla aventue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 424 Franklin street, Omaha. Myrilo Jensen, 2000 Izard street, Omaha. Gall Howard, 4122 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Helen Houck, 16% Lothrop street, Omaha. Errerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, On Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Om Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha. Wilma Howard, 4723 Capitol Avé., Omaha Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jonsen, 2107 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edna Heden, 2783 Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Shelfelt, 4914 North Twenty-fifth etroet, Omaha. Waiter' Johnson, 2406 North Twentleth street, Omaha. and Ia. Kani home, It not a fine onme. And it was the loss of love more than the loss of home that grieved the little orphan so cruelly. Down poured the rain, the wind carry- Ing It into every corner about the great show window, and Pietro, trying In vain to shrink Into the protecting angle, be- came drenched to the skin. His tears mingled with the rain on his cheeks and rain dropped from the fingers of his little hand which was extended for alms; but the hurrying people did not pause to drop pennies into the open hand which was held out 8o pityingly. They were anxious to seek the shelter of thelr comfortable homes and did not bother themselves about beggars when the rain poured down. As the evening drew near the rain in- creased and only one penny had little Pletro for the evening meal, to say nothing about the need of a few cents to pay for shelter In some cheap Inn. What should he do? He glanced up and as he did so beheld a great umbrella unfold over his head. This astonished him very much and he was a bit afraid at first, as there was no visible person holding the umbrella. “Take this umbrella, child,” said a low, gentle volce, “and walk to the outskirts of the elty. By following this street to the west you'll soon leave the busy thorough- fares behind and find yourself in a beauti- ful suburb. I need give you no other in- structions, for you will find your way as I wish you to. I am a falry speaking—a Raln Falry—and it Is my duty to look after the little helpless children in this clty as far as I can do so. Today I have heard a cry from one of the finest homes in this country, a cry from a heavy hearted couple who have lost their only child. You can take that child’s place In their hearts. Turn to the right and follow this strect, keeping this umbrella over your head." “But—but—where shall I stop?’ asked Pletro, much amazed that he should have heard a real fairy talking. But to his dis- appointment there was no reply to his question. Again and again he asked for more explicit directions, but not another word did the invisible falry say. “I guess she's flown away,” mused Ple- tro. “Well, 1 have the umbrella, and T'll walk towards the west. The fairy sald VISIBLE PERSON RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly om one side of the paper only and number the pages. 8. Use pen and ink, not pencil 8. Short and pointed articlds will be given preference. Do not use over 850 words. 4. Original stories or letters only will be used. 5. Write your mame, age and ad- droas at the top of the first page. First and second prizes of booka will be given for (he best two con- tributions to this page each week Address all communications to CHILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omaba Boee. (First Prize.) | Story of an Apple Bloss'm By Bunice Bode, Aged 12 Yea City, Neb., Lock Box 2 Dlie I am only an apple blossom, just ono among hundreds of others. Yet T have a story as well as more important things. There was a terrible wind today. I hope it does not blow me away. This morning I heard my friend, the honey bee, say that he thought I was one of the prettiest blossoms on the tree. He is considered one of the best judges of flowers, but it does not make me vain, for I know the opinfon that pgople have of vanity. There are some flowers that would be too haughty to speak if they had such a remark made about them. The south wind told me a secret this morning. He suid that Mr. Buzz (a honoy bee and a good friend of mine) had to be carried home from the ‘bees’ ban- quet” because he had drank too much nectar and could not fly. Isn't that dis- graceful? He ought to be ashamnad of himself. My, Johnny Wren, who has just re- turned from the south, has promised to tell me all about his visit there. He sald that he had been introduced to a night- ingale who could sing beautifully. How 1 do wish I could hear her. I am ao ford of music. Here comes Bob Robin. 1 wondsr what he want: Perhaps he har somethiag to tell me. If it is very important I will tell you next week. (8econd Prize) The Insects and Birds By Marle Klinge Awed 13 Years 1021 West Third Street, urand Island, Neb. Red Side. There were two girls by the names of Alma and Marie, about the age of 12 years. They were walking to town on an er- rand, when they noticed a little ant bullding a house for the smaller ants in between the cracks of the sidewalk. The girls thought the sight looked sed to see an ant pull a large green worm, so they took a stick and pushed it to an ants' house that was visible to the girls By the time the girls came back irom town they saw the same ant still work- ing and pulling the worm to its hor That 1s a great model for us, “Learn to labor and to walt."” I will also tell you about a mother Lird with her young one. The mother was trying to teach the smaller one how to fly. The mother went to the ground with it and then put the small bird up. It foll seviral times, and at last 1 plcked 1t up and put it on a high wagon. The mother came and got it and after a little while I saw it flying all around (Honorable Mention.) The Lost Boy By Marguerite Ludwig, Aged 12 Years, 211 Plerce Street, Omaha. Red Side. Mr. and Mrs. Brown had mourned for two years over their kidnaped boj bert. The Browns were early sottlers and they had not lived there but a few months when the Indlans carried off their only child, But this sor gradually arew old and worn, and o morning Mr. Brown said to his wifs Dearte, T am golng hunting and [ suppose you will not want to stay here alone, so if you wish 1 will take you to Rernvelie's and you can stay therc until T return for you." “All right,”" sald Mrs. Brown cheerfully. Mr. Brown picked up his rifle and soon they were off. But they had not gone far when an Indian came along dragging a boy behind him. Stop,” eald Mr. Brown alming his rifle at the Indian, “where did you get that boy 7 The Indian explained that it was not his fault for his chief made him kidnap the boy from some reople named Brown. The pale faced man and wife looked at cach other in nstonishment. Could it be thetr Robert? There was no other Browns in_the settlement, so why not? All this time the boy lay unconcious. But now. he came to, and catching sight of his parents’ faces, he cried out: papa; don’t you knaw me?” “My darling child,” sald both parents together, where have you been these two long years? But Robert was too happy to answer. 8o Mr. Brown dismissed the Indfan and they went home the happlest family in the settlement. Mamma, Love One Another Hazel Mounts. Aged 13 Yenrs Locust Street, Omaha. Red Side. Harry had been laying on the lounge for three weeks, for he had broken his leg. It 1s very hard for a little boy to kecp qulet all day, but it gives him a very good chance to show a patient and sweet- tempered spirit. Harry's mother and friends read to him and told him storfes. They brought him pletures and flowers” and fruft. “What have you got for me?” he asked one day, in a fretful voice, His mother showed him mothing in o little box. “What are asked Harry. “Easter eggs, dear. Sec how lovely they are. They are for you and your little sister,” sald his mother. “I will let you have your cholee, because you have to keep still. Which do you Ifke best? “I want them all,” sald Harry, up his lp. “Don't vou want Jessle to have any?" asked his mother, “No-0-0," whined Harry. By 1824 putting . eald his mother, taking up an egz. “The Lord has made very beautiful for little children, and He wishes them to love one another.” Tl give Jessle two,” sald Harry, “and 'l have four.” “Very well,” sald mamma, “which will you take?" Bhe felt sorry to see him tako pains to plek out the prettiest for himelf, leaving what he thought the dullest and plainest for Jessie. Next morning a eheery volce cried, “Good morning, brother,” and Jessle's two arms went around his neck as she gave him a loving kiss. * she sald, “mamma has glven me two Baster eggs. I'll glve you the prettiest one, because you are sick.” Oh, how ashamed Harry felt as his little sister offered him the prettiest egs. “Or I will give you both. Mamma says this s Baster Sunday, when Christ rose from the dend to show people the way to heaven. He loves little children and wants them to love noth p )h, Jesste.” said Harry, “I'll take your eggs, but I'll give you mine, every ono.” His gentle-hearted sister taught him e lesson. one The First Day of May By Helen Cross, Aged 11 Years, 212 Front Street, North Platte, Neb. Blue B'de. In Custer county, out In the country, stood a little old school house. There were several houses, about fifteen, that were only about ninety-nine rods from the school house. It was not a village, for there were not any stores. There was great excitement in every home, especlally among the boys and girls. They were all making plans for the lst of May. There were many buggles and wagons, going to the village nearby, with little girls and boys in them. When they came back each one had a bundle whieh contained all colors of pretty paper, from which they wero going to make baskets. The first day of May soon arrived, and there were many mammas going along the streets, but no little girls and boys. The boys and girls had made up a play. Who- ever they wanted to send a basket to as she had this street and ver heard everything would happen planned it. I'll go dow hope for good luck of a falry misleading one airies are g0od and honest and the friends of the poor. Ab, how lovely and dry I am get- > o ting under this umbrella! I'll soon be very comtfortable!” And, smiling with pleasure and anticlpation, little Pletro walked down the long street very rapidly And pretty soon he found himself in the outskirts of the city, the street becoming wider_and better kept. A fine row of great trees shaded the pavement on either side, and the houses were large and far apar belug set in broad, well kept grounds. H and there Pletro could see happy fa children tooking out from the lace-draped windows, smiling at the rain. And agaln he would catch a gltmpse of older faces, more serious, but happy. Then of a sudden Pletro paused. There at a window—in one of the most magnifi- cent of houses—sat a lovely woman, but her face was so sad, so sad. She was look- ing right towards Pletro, and a question seemed to be in her eyes. She saying: “Who are litte scemed to be you, lad, and why are you out in all this terrible rain®" Involuntarlly Pletro turned in through the great fron gate, which opened of itself as he approached it. Then to the house he walked, going in at the massive hall door, which opened of itself us ne went up the steps. And into the very room where the lovely lady sat he walked. for some one seemed to lead him there. The Fim, who from? “1 saw lady was standing, with hands extended are you—and where ked in Fat as It expocting “Why, child, aia yen come breathless wonder. which is always open to admit you, back the bolts. I the great barred from within though no hand drew heard the hall door. always securely locked, open to admit you, though no servant was there to undo the balt. And how strangely your little face appeais to me! Tt resembles the dear face of my own son who just dled three weeks ago, and for whom I mourn. And my husband is 1}l of his gricf over our loss and nothing can comtort him." While the rear of the stately but kind-faced gentleman His face the s of but as he glanced at Pletrs a smile Nt up his eyes. “How ing this litfle boy Then Pletr himself the the lad = beautiful ke the door at room openel the and a entered grlet, of joy ke our own looks! Who Is he® told everything he knew about endlng with the strange visit of falry t and of her glving him umbrells, which, by some strange charce, had left h'm at the door. Ab, then he has to occupy the place in our nearts made vacant by the death of our boy,” cried the lady and gen- tleman, and they Pletro to thelr hearts, saying that he was be thelr “fairy-sent son And Pietro that day d a happy home and loving foster wore recent come took to IHEIROL they would tell thetr mammas whers they itved, and then she would take the baskets and hang them on the doors, becanse the girls and boys sald they themselves might recefve & basket, and they wanted to be there and see if they could catch the per- son who brought it. There were many knocks on people's door, and when they opened the door there would be a basket full of candy and nuts hanging on the door handle and nobody in sight. Dick’s First Trousers By Johnnte Schulhof, Aged 8 Years, Platts- mouth, Neb. Blue Side. Little Dick Warthen lived on a large ranch with his papa, mamma, brothers and sisters. Dick was only about 2% years old and his brothers were much older and wore trousers. Dick was very anxious to wear trousers, but his mamma sald he must wait till he was 4 years old, but Dick thought that was too long to wait and as soon as mamma's back had turned around Dick trotted off to Brother John's room. About 11 o'clock a scream was heard In the Warthen family; little Dick was no- where to be found. They had searched all over the ranch, but all in valn; little Dick could not be found. About 12:30 Dick's brother John went to his room for his herding suit and to his surprise, when he opened the door, thers stood little Dick with John's red flannel shirt, which he wore In winter when tending the cattle, and papa's old grey trousers on. John hastily called mamma and in & few min- utes Dick was in mamma's arms. She asked Dick what he meant and Dick sobbed, “Oh, mamma, I wanted you to get me some suspenders and pants that went ©n the outside, but you wouldn't, so I dressed in John's and papa's.” “Well," sald mamma, “I will see about 1" Now Dick sits in a cosy home on another large ranch, while his little children gather round his knee and he tells them the story of his first trousers just as his mamma told him when he was 7 years old. Paula’s Medal By Pertha McE Aged 13 Missourd ;"r:lncy. Ia, R. . No. 3, Box %. Blue e. Eva was the daughter of very rich parents and had everything her heart could wish for. Just across the street lived Paula Larsen, who was very poor, but was vory beautiful, while Eva was very ugly. They both attended the same school and were in the samo classs. Paula was much brighter than Eva, and Eva should have stayed In after school, but she never would, though her teacker had tried many ways to make her. One day they were going to have a test in music. Paula did not have any plano at home to take lessons on, while Eva had one and had taken lessons for several years. All Faula knew about music was what her teacher taught her. | Eva was sure she would get it, and she told Paula there was no use for her to try, as she was going to get the medal, but Paula studled hard. At last the day came. The professor .came to glve out the ques- tions. At first they were easy and Eva answered hers all correctly till the last one, she could not get. But Paula an- ewered it correctly. How glad she felt when the professor gave her the gold medal. Eva felt very sorry, because she had planned to get a gold watch If she got the medal. But now her papa would not get hor the watch. After that she never boasted on getting the priz Disobedience By Rose Kennedy, Aged 11 Years, Eleventh Street, Third corso, Nebraska City, Neb. Red Side. Dorothy was a little girl and did not obey her mother. She would not play with any poor children at all, which made her mother feel very badly. One day Dorothy asked her mother if she could go pver to her friend Mary's to play. It was a snowy day and she did not want Dorothy to go, but she told her if she would stay in the house, she could go for a while. Dorothy promised she would stay in the house, and so started off. When she reached Mary's she went into the house and they played a while. Then Mary asked her to go outside and Dorothy said her mother told her to stay in the house, but at last she went out any- way, and they played till it was time to g0 home, When Dorothy reached home she ate & very hearty supper. Bhe went to bed right after supper, because she felt sick, but would not tell her mother. The next morning she was very sick and had to have the doctor. She was In bed for two weeks, and aftor that never disobeyed her mother again, This was her motto, which she always kept, “Always obey your mother.” A Lesson By Bsther Klofmnr. Aged 12 Years, Shelby, a. Blue Side, One time there was a girl named Evanda Brown, who had just moved into the coun- try. And she started to a school called the Boston school. Now, at the Boston school called Noma Jones, was a girl She had been a leader at the school, and whatever she did the other children did so too. But when Evanda Brown came the girls all liked her better than Noma and played with her in- stead. This made Noma angry, and she sail to herself: “I will fix that Fvanda you see It I don't.” S0 on Priday evening she rtald after school and when the teacher had gone she tixed a kind of tran of boards 2 that on Monday morning Fvanda would fall It and hurt herself. Rut on Monday morning Nomn hag for gotten about It, und she ran acrofs the yard and fell upon it and broke her arm This taught ber a lesson—never to do spite- tul things again. The Picnic Helen Mor: Aged § Junction, b. Blue Side. There once Uved in oue of our eastern citles, two children named Robert and May. Robert was W0 years old and May was 7. They were ry happy children. Near their ho; wes a little brook. They often went there with thelr motker to hunt flowers and wade in the little brook This was In the summer time, nice day, when Robert asked his mother if he could pick violets near the bhrook. is mother, “but If you walt will all go this alieruoon; run out and play with sister.” 8o Robert ran out and played with his sister. In a short time their mother called them to dinner. After they had eaten a good meal their mother sald: “If you children will be good and help me with the dishes Brown; over By Years, McCool one very N AN we will g5 to the woods and take supper.” They belpad her and started to the woods &t 1 o'clock. They waded n the brook and picked violets for an hour or two. They then begged thelr mother to tell them stories. So she told them storles until the sun went down. Then they ate lunch and went home. They sald they had had the best day of thelr lives and sald they would Just as soon go on a plende like that every day. But their mamma said she would not. My Ohickens By Roy Schmidt. Aged 11 Years, 2419 South Twenty-first Street, Omaha. Red Side. One day my mother and I were talking about chickens and how much we would Itke to have chickens. My aunt had over fifty of them, so one day 1 went out there and told her how much I would like to have chickens and she sald she had a hen that wanted to set and she would give it to me to set. 80 I set it on thirteen egxs. Eleven of them hatched out and we had eleven nice chickens. When they grew up we had a fine yellow rooster and a yellow hen. One day when I was In school the prinel- pal came In and sald that if we hod any animals we could bring them to the fair and try to get a prize for them. I stood up and sald I had a rooster and a hen, and she sald I could bring them to the falr. When T came home from school I told my mother about it. She sald she dldn't think T could win anything with them, but I sald I was going to take them. One day I went to the fair to see them and there was a tag on them and on the rooster's tag It sald first prize and on the hen's second prize. When I came home I sald T didn't win a prize, but mamma saw the tags on them and wanted to know what they were for. She read them and asked me If we won a prize, and 1 sald “Yes,” and we thought very much of that palr of pets, A Dream By Ceclle Garmire, Aged 12 Years, Grand ot el “arnd. Neb. Red 8ide. It was a warm day In April, and I was sitting at the window watching my mother got dinner. As I was looking at the little rose plant on the window something jumped from one of the rosebuds. I Watched It and saw that it turned around three times, and then turned into a little man, who had beautiful long hair. As T was watching him he came closer and closer, until he was right at my side, saying, “Little girl, I will grant any wish for you if you will cut all my long halr oft.” T sald, “I would not do that.” He said that if 1 dl& hot he would turn me Into some dreadful beast and that I would never be a little girl again, so I told him to sit down, that I would get the scissors and cut his hair off. Just as 1 was starting to cut the hair off I felt someone touching me on the arm, telling me that dinner was ready. I woke up and found that I had been dreaming. I told my parents about my dream and was glad it did not come true. ‘Where I Found My Kittens By Lols Woods, Aged § Years. Blue Side. As I was playing in the barn I found a nest of kittens among the hay. There were cight of them. I went Into the houss and told mamma. As soon as they ecould see I tried to make them eat. I tried a spoon, but they spliled the milk. One day I went out to see them. My papa had left a pall of milk in the barn and my white k'tten was playing by the pall. I went up In the haymow and when I came back my white kitten was In the pa!l of milk, I took her in the house and dried her fur, then I put her In the barn. Baby’s First Easter By Phillp Philbin, Aged 10. 14 North Thirty-first, Avenue, Omaha. Red slde. Onece upon a time there was a little baby named Ruth. On Easter morn mother told the hoys to look for some eggs. Out they went Into the chicken house and Ruth ran after them. Tom was the first to find any. Baby found a little red one and showed it to the boys. Shouts went up and mamma and papa came to see what was the mat- ter. When they got in the house a little friend was walting for them. She brought a pic- ture of some rabbits and eggs. The picture was hung on the wall Ruth has now learned to say rabbit. Whenever any one comes to the house Ruth takes them and shows them the ple- ture and says “See the rabbit,” or “That's my rabbit." How the Garden Was Spoiled By Anna Mounts, Aged 10 Years, 1834 Lake Street, Omaha. Red 8ide. It was morning and Roger was ready for school, when his mother, seeing him leaving the room, sald: “Shut the gate, Roger.” “Yes, mother,” and Roger swung his books over his shoulder and ran down the garden walk whistling. An hour later mother came again to the front of the house, and, looking out of the parlor window, what do you think she saw? A sorry sight, indeed. IHer whistling, careless, loving-hearted boy had left the garden gate open and a ‘lock of sheep had got into her pretty, weil-kept gerdcn and were feasting (n the geranfums and other plants. “Here, Sallle, come quickly and me drive these creatures out!" came at once running down to the gate, met t owner of the sheep. He had left the sheep in the road while he stopped in Farmer Ratcliffe’s with a lct- ter. “They kept me waiting for an an- help Sallle swer andl 1 suppose 04; btmi excues e keep your gate ahut® Roger was muol astonished when he came homo (0 #8e all the trim beds trampled over and the flowers destroyed. “Whatever has happened, mother? he orfed. “Somebody left the gate open,” sald mother, “and & flock of shesp camo in" Oh, how sorry Roger felt! Ife knew the latch had not caught when he closed it, but what aid it matter? It would be such a bother to turn back. And now the cottage garden was lald waste, all through his carelessness. It taught Roger, though, & lesson that he never forgot. The End of Poor Jack Marguerite Riley, Aged § Years, Vinton Street, Omaha. Red Side. Jack was my donkey, 1 would have you know, and a very good, accommodating donkey he was—much more so than any lve donkey was ever known to be. He was all ready to bob his head if you gave him the least shake, and at the slightest pull of a atring he would roll along the floor in any direetion you wished. So it was that he was o great favorite in the nursery, and often took Pinky White, Mabel's rag doll, on his back. Frank was also fond of Jack, and today, in & fit of wilifulness he declared that the donkey was his excluslve property, and that Mabel had no right to him. “I only want to let Pinkey White have a little ride, then you can have your oir- ous,” said his sister. “But you shan't have him; I want him myselt,” replied the angry boy, “and I'll drown him in the washtub if you don't let £0," he added defiantly, as the new Idea caught his fancy. At this Mabel caught poop Jack by his peck and held him with all her strength to save him from what seemed to hor a very cruel fate, while Frank clung with equal force to the tail, which he chanced to clutch first. As th: donkey's frame was not of the toughest materials, he at last yielded to this savage treatment, while at the same time Frank got a hard bump on the back of his head, and that was the end of poor Jack. the beasts strayed mn'n von should By 3640 The Contented Man By Margaret Kelly, Aged 12 Years, Exeter, Neb. Blue Side. A poor laborer, named Robert, going home after a hard day's work, with a bas. ket In his hand. “What a fine supper I shall hav sald he to himself. “This pleco of meat I shall stew, the broth I shall thicken with my meal and season with salt and pepper. With my onlons nicely sliced, it will make a dish fit for a king. Then I have a plece of barley bread at home to finish up with. How I long to be at it!" At that moment he heard a nolse at the roadside. Looking up, he saw a squirrel run up a tree and creep into a hole among the branches. ‘‘Ho!" thought he, “what a nice present a nest of young squirrels would be for my sick nelghbor. T'll see If I can get them.” BSo he put down his basket and began to climb the tree. He was about half way up, when, looking back, he saw a dog with his nose In the basket. Robert slipped down as nimbly as he could, but he was not quick enough. The dog ran away with the meat in his mouth. “Well,” sald Robert, “I must be contented with the onlon soup, which is not bad after all.” Walking on he saw a little public house by the roadside. Here a friend of his was sitting on the bench. Robert put down his basket and took a seat beside his frlend. A tame crow that was kept at the house came slyly behind him, and hop- ping upon the basket, he stole the bag of meal and went off with it. Robert did not miss the meal until he had gone some dis- tance. He went back and searched for the bug, but could not find it “Well,” said he, "my moup will be thinner for want of meal, but I will put a Nttle bread In it and that will answer very well.”” He went on and soon came to a little brook over which a narrow plank was lald. A young woman stood looking at the plank. Bhe wished to crot but was afrald. Robert kindly helped her by giving her his hand. On reaching the middle of the plank she cried out that she was falling. He tried to support her and on doing so he dropped the basket Into the stream. As soon as she was safely across he jumped Into the brook and got it. When he came ashore he found the salt Was all melted. The pepper was washed away, too. Nothing was now left but the onions. Last night he had bread, tonight he had onlons and bread, so he trudged on singing as before. Contentment is better than riches. Nutting By Alberta Quthouse, Aged 10 Years, Loup City, Neb. Blue Sae. One summer 1 went to my friend. Bhe lived near & wood and in the afternoon we went to find nuts. The squirrels were gath- ering a store of nuts for winter. We each had quart baskets. We took our lunch along and there were lots of wild straw- berrles, and after we had the nuts picked up that we wanted we put them In a trunk of a tree. Then we went off to gather strawberries for our lunch. We gathered about a cupful, then went back to a stream nearby. We had sandwiches and cake, fruit salad and wild strawberries. After lunch my friend, June, sald we had better go home. We went to our nuts, and we wondered who had taken them uway. We climbed the tree and found the nuts. Probably a squirrel took them away. The Base Tommy 1 the piteher, Billy's at the bat; Fatty is the cateher, And you can't beat that They're all the finest players, AnA some time will champions be, Av carry off the pannant, Lut that's ‘twixt you and me. Ball Nine Before thelr school is over For vacation they will play Out on the city commons Almost every Baturday And you will hear their parents (Who think thom very finey A-boasting just e little Of their base ball nine JACK JUGLETS.