Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, November 14, 1909, Page 22

ALLOWE'EN has gone; now the next holiday will be Thanksgiving, which will be a longer and more important holiday for the children Before that time would it not Bees to write some Thanksgiv or the origin of this popular holiday? be a good thing for some of the Busy ing stories, either of the present time Some of the Busy Bees say that they do not know what to write about and that they will send in stories as soon a about. have, about which they might write very good fairy stories; these are very 8 they can think of something to write Most of the children have a pet dog or kitten, or their little friends Then most of the little writers can write popular with the little readers anu the Busy Bees can show much originality in this kind of a story. The Busy Bees write that they enjoy seeing the pictures of the little writ- ers for the page, so if any of the Busy in we will be glad to print them and Bees have pictures and will send them will return the pictures, One pleture has been printed each week for some time and the editor hopes that the chil- dren will continue to send pictures, as they add interest to the Children's page. Prizes were awarded this week to Jeanette Miller of airmont, Neb.,, on the Red side, and to Hildaguard Wendel of Auburn, Neb., also on the Red side, Honorable Red side. mention was given t Two Busy Bees sent in stories this paper. One of the little writers who f who has recently won two prizes. Thes basket, but neither were they awarded 0 Vera Dickover of Atkinson, on the week written on both sides of the orgot about the rules was a little girl e letters were not thrown in the waste prizes Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name {8 on the Postcard Exchange, which now include; Pearl Barron, Monarch, Wyo Jean De Long, Ainsworti irens McCoy, Barnston, Lililan” Merwin, Beav Mabel Witt, Bennington, Anna Gottsch, Benningion. Minnle Gottsch, Bennington, Agnes Damnke, Benson Marie Gallagher, Benkeiman, Neb, (box 12). 1da May, Central City, Neb. Vera Cheney, Creighton, Neb. Louls Hahn, David City, Neb. Xinea Freidell, Dorches Neb. Iiunice Bode, Falls City, Neo. isthel Reed, Fremont, Neb. Hulda Lundburg, Fremon', Marion Capps, Gibson, Nev. Marguerite Bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb, Lydia Roth, 606 West Koenig street, Grand Island, Nel Ella Voss, 407 West Charies street, Island, Neb. Eighth Irene Costello, Grand Islal eb. Jeesle Crawford, 408 West Charle: Grand lsland, Neb. Pauline Schulfe, 412 West Fourth Grand Island, Neb. Martha Murphy, 938 East Ninth Grand Island, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb, Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Neilson, Lexington, Neb. Edythe Kreitz, Lexington, Neb. Marjorie Temple, Lexington, Neb. Alice Grassmeyer, 1646 C. St., Lincoln, Neb, Marian Hamilton, 2026 L. St.. Lincoln, Nel Elsle Hamilton, 202 1. 8 Lincoin, Irene Disher, 380 L street. Lincoin, 2030 L street, Lincoln, 3 227 South Fifteenth stroet, Helen Johnson, 33 South BSeventeenth et, Lincoln, Neb. Stiles, Lyon: yons, Neb. raska City, Neb. Neb. City, Neb, Neb eb. Neb. Neb. Grand 115 West street, N street, street, Harvey Ci , Nebraska City, Neb. Lucile Hasen, Norfolk, Neb Helen Roynol Norfolk, Neb. Sixth St., rquardt, Fifth street and Madi- ue, Norfolk. Neb. M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Orrin Fisher, 1210 8. Bleventh Mildred Erickson, 708 Howard St., Oscar Erickson, 2109 Howard St. Omaha. Louise Raabe, 2609 North Nineteenth ave- Frances Johnson, 2 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omahe. Marguerite Johnson, %33 North Twenty- fifth avenue, Omaha. Emile Brown, 2323 Boulevard, Omaha. Helen Goodrieh, 4010 Nicholas St. Omaha. Mary Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. Eva Hendes, 402 Dodge street, Omaha. s ) Fort street, Omaha. arnam street, Omaha. 4158 Cass street, Omaha orgia avenue, Omaha. Gall Howard, 47 ‘apitol avenue, Helen Houck, 1625 Lothrop street, Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust, St., Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Gretchen Eastman, 136 South eighth street, Omaha. Pauline Coad, 5718 Farnamn street, Omahs. Wilma Howard, 4723 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jensen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edna Heden, 2789 Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Sheifelt, 914 North Twenty-fitth street, Omaha, ‘Walter Johnson, street, Omaha. Emma Carruthers, 3211 North Twenty-fifth street, Omaha. Leonora Denison, The Alblon, Pacific streets, Omaha. « Mae Hammond, O'Nelll, Neb. Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Neb. Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb. Marie Fleming, Osceola, Neb. Lotta Woods, Pawnee City, Neb. Earl Perkins, Reddingten, Neb. Edna Enis, Stanton, Neb. Lena Petersen, 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha. Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Nebraska. Clara Miller, Utica, Neb, Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Alta Wilken, Waco. Neb. Leo Beckord, Waco, Neb. Mae Grunke, West Point, Neb. Eisie Stastny, Wilber, Neb. Frederick Ware, Winside, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb. Carrie B. Bartleit, Fontanelle, Ta. Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, Ia. Ethel Mulholland, Box 71, Malvern, Ia. Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Kathryne Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Ruth Robertson, Manilla, a. Robertson, Manilla, Ta. et B. Witherow, Thurman, Ia. Bertha McEvoy, R. ¥. D. 8, Box 2%, Mis- sourl Vailey, Ia. Adlena Borry, Monarch, Wyo. Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wye. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand, Okl. ¥red Shelley, 230 Troup street, Kans: City, Kan, Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Aleda Bennett, El ‘Wilham Davls, North Platte, Omaha, Thirty- 2405 North Twentieth Tenth and Box 82. Third etreet, Naughty Lena By Melen Davis. ENA was invited to attend the birthday party of her little friend, Graocle. Tho party was to take place at 4 o'clock on ] Sacurday afterncon, and was $ 1o be the groatest party of its kind given by any lttle girl in the town. In view of this fact, (for it must have been & fucl, as Gracle herself had said it was to be the grandest party ever given by a little girl), Lena had begged her mamma to make her a mew frock to wear on the occasion. And Lena's mamma had com- plied with her little girl's request, and on Saturday morning she called Lena into the sewing-room to show her the new frock, which was splendid with ribbon bows and lace frills. It was all blue and white—the frock and the trimmings, and reminded Lena of the sky on a summer ' day when white clouds floated over it. Lena was so overjoyed with the new frock that she begged her mamma to al- low her to wear it uptown, when she went on an errand. But the mamma explained that she might get the pretty “best dress” solled while running the errand, and told her she must not put it on till time to §0 to the party. Of course, Lena was much disappointed, for she wanted to go by Lily Smith's house ou her way uptown and to show her mew frock to Lily. She hated to walt tlll 4 o'clock to have her little friends see the lovely blue and white “dream.” 8o she went off pouting and performed the errand for her mamma in- differently. On returning home the house- mald met her at the door, sayin “Miss Lena, your mamma has gone to make some calls and said to tell you that she'd be home again before time for you to start to the party. She left luncheon on the table for you. She and your papa had thelr luncheon earlier than usual.’’ Lena went to the dining room and & her luncheon. Then she ran upstairs to take another peep at the new Trock.. How lovely it was—so blue and white! Then Lens wondered if it would fit nicely. Her mamma had never made a dress for her that did not fit nicely, but this one might prove the exception. Perhaps she would better slip it on to make sure. And it she found it too tight, or too loose, her mamma could remedy the error on her retwrn home. So Lena quickly slipped out of her every- day frock and into the pretty new one. Surely, it must be & bit wrong some- where. But no, it was a perfit fit and felt 8o comfy. Lena had learned how to button her own frocks, and was not obliged to call to the maid to assist at her tollet when her mother was absent. Within a few minutes after determining to “try on" the frock Lena stood before the mirror resplendent. Then, to see just how she would look at the party, she got from the closet her big Sunday hat and put it on. Ob, how very nicely the new frock and hat baimonized! Then Lena got her Sunday gloves—iittie white kid ones—and put them on. Yes, the whole was perfect! Mamme had certalnly made a love of a frock, and it fitted to perfeo- tion, Lena looked dt the clock. It was half- past 1. How foolish for her to undress now, for it would not be very long till time to start to the party. Why should not she remain dressed and save tho time and trouble of doing it all over again? Yes, that was the best plan. She would keep on her new frock, even keep on her hat and gloves. So decided, Lena sat down beside the window and watched the passersby. Pretty soon she saw Mabel Adams coming down the pavement. Oh, she must, just must, call Mabel In to show her her pretty new frock. But at the corner above Lena's house Mabel turned into a side street, and in vain did Lena call to her; she did not hear and was soon lost to Lena's view. “I'll just run after her, for she can't be far down the street,” said Lena to herself. So she hurried downstairs and out of doors, and on to the corner. She could see Mabel & block away and ran in pursult of her. “Mabel, Mabel, walt for me!" she call:d. Mabel heard her and walted. “See my new frock?" she sald, all out of breath from running. “Isn't it lovely 7" “Perfectly lovely, Lena,” admitted Mabel. “1 shall have to wear my old frock, for mamma did not get my new one done in time for the party. But I don't mind." “Oh, I'd hate to wear an old trock, such a swell party,” said Lena it's to be a very grand affair. cake and all sorts of things. are to be thirty guests” “Yes, it's nlce to have a new frock for the party,” admitted Mabel. “But since 1 haven't one I shall go in my old one and try to bave just as good a time as though T were in a new frock. But your frock is lovely, and I know every one will admire it. Where are you golng now?”" o “You know Ices, fruit, And there RHEA FREIDELL. RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly om one side of the paper only and number the pages. Use pen and irs, mot pencil 8. Bhort and artioles will bo given preference. Do not use over 250 words. 4. Origiual stories or letters only will be used. AN e 8. Write second prizes of books the best two oon- CNILDREN'S DEPARTMENT, Omana Boe. (First Prize.) How the Leaves Went to Rest. By Jeannette Miller, Aged 12 Years, Fair- mont, Neb. Red side. Out in the midst of a great forest, In the top of a good maple, hung a little leat, all dressed in its summer clothes of green. All summer long It had danced and sang way up on the top, on its own little twig, by the side of its dear Mother Tree. It had been a long time since the little in its gréen dress, had first opened its eyes to look up at the blue sky and then peek down to the beautiful green carpet below. Now, one morning, when the little leaf awoke, 1t was cold, and when it looked for the sun to say “Good morning” and ask for his bigssing, as all good leaflings do, it eaw that the sun wes covered with a beau- tiful yellow veil; and, then, when it looked down at the grass, It saw its sisters, all drcssed in beavtiful red and yellow gowns. They chattered together about their lovely dresses, which Mother Tree told them Oetober had had given them. As another leaf turned towards the little leaf, it said: “Oh! how beautiful your dress is; such & lovely crimson!” The Mab question brought Lena to her senses. She had not realized before that she was going on down the street and really turned into another street from the one in which she had overtaken Mabel, and was some three or four blocks from home. Bhe had not meant to go fur- ther than the ocorner. “Oh, I guess It won't matter now,” she said to herself. Then aloud to Mabel: “Where are you going?~I may go with you."” She hated re- turning to the house to change her dre and did not want to remain indoors all afternoon. “I'm going to Grandmamma's,” sald Mabel. “T would like to have you go with me. But I am not coming back directly. T'll stay for &n hour out there.” Mabel's grandmother lived fully half a mile from Lena's home, but Lena did not mind the walk and decided to accompany Mabel to her grandmother's gate from where she would turn back, for she felt that she must not remain away from home too long. But nelther of the little girls noticed that clouds were gathering thickly overhead, and when Lena said goodbye to Mabel at the gate of the latter's grandmother she turned homewards without hearing the low thunder which rumbled in the darken- ing sky. She was so Intent on her new frock, and the sensation it would make at the party, that she had no ear nor eye for her surroundings till she had gone a long way from Mabel's grandmother's home. Then suddenly some blg drops of ratn splashed in her face, cold, November rain. The day had been delightfully warm for that time of year and in her vanity Lens had come out without & wrap. She had felt the chill of the air on the way to Mabel's grandmother's, but was determined to say nothing about it, and thought that on get~ ting home she would run to the bix grate fire and get warmed through and through. But when the drops of rain splashed In her face she stopped for an in- stant and looked about her. Then she 1ooked overhead. The clouds were so heavy that Lena knew the raln would continue for some hours, and it would not be wise for her to stop at any of the cottages on the roadside. She must get home as quickly as possible. Bo she set off at a run, the raln coming down faster and faster. And as there were no sidewalks at the outskirts of town Lena was going in the open road which was becoming very muddy. Her hat and halr were dripping when she ran into her own home, confront- ing her mother, who opened the door to her. “Why, Lena!" was all her mother said then. But there was a volume of reproach in her voice and & look of disappolntment in her dear mother eyes. Lena's heart smote her, but repentance cannot wipe out the wrong done. Together mother and RER ohila weat up to Lens's resm where the new frock, dripping and spolled for wear- ing till it should go through the process ot cleaning and pressing, was taken off her. Then, the littls girl, suffering from a severe chill, was put to bed and a doctor called, He sald: “She must remain quletly in bed till Monday, and must take this medicine three times a day. She has taken a very bad cold through this wetting, and must be nursed carefully for & while." And that afternoon while the party was in progress at Gracie's home one of the invited guests—owing to her own naughti- ness and vanity—was lying il in bed at home, her heart too heavy for her to talk over her disappointment to the patient mother who nursed her and talked so lovely to her that her consclence stalked forth and upbraided her unmercifully. RUBY HOLLINGSWORTH OF NEW Augusta, Ind. who made the first entry in the Junior department of the National Corn Exposi , 10 be held ia Omabs December ¢ to 18 litte leaf looked at its gown and exclaimed. #0-0-0-h!" It was getting colder, and every night the leaves felt colder than before. Some- thing, it must have been a little bird, for little birds always do, told them that they were going away and would never come back to Mother Tres. He hlso told them that “away” was down on the ground at Mother Tree's feet. One morning the leaves knew there was something in the wind, and at last they heard this song me, dear little leaves, Come o'er the meadows— With me to play Put on your dresses Of red and gold; Summer s gone And the day grows cold The leaves whispered “Goodby" to dear Mother Tree and flew away at the call ot Knight North Wind All that day the danced and flew about, their beautiful dresses looking Iike & rain- bow When night came they went fast asleep with never a fear, for Mother Tres would watch over them Winter had called then And they were conten! fast asleep in their earthy bed— made a covering over their head. (Second Prize) Another Place to Live. Hildaguard Wendel, Aged 13 Years, Auburn, Neb, Red Side. “Why didn’'t you have griddle cakes this morning? T don’t want these muffins. You never have what I want,” sald Willie sul lenly as he sat down to breakfast. '“We never have anything good to eat like other people. Who wants those horrid old muffins?" Willle, you see, was not a very. amiable boy and not a well behaved boy. He ha found fault with his food so long that it became a habit and he never sat down to a meal without making a complaint. If there were griddle cakes for breakfast he did not want them that morning, and if there were nice, warm rolls he frowned and said he wanted griddle cakes. If there was syrup from New Orleans he said he did not llke syrup, but wanted honey, and if there was honey he declared he wanted maple syrup, and if thefe was maple syrup then he sald that sugar house molasses was the only thing fit to eat on warm, buttered cakes. So you see it was bhard to please Master Willle. No matter what was served for breakfast or dinner he was sure to object to it, so his mother resolved to teach this bad boy a lesson, and what do you think she dld? Well, we will see. Early one morning Willle came down to breakfast as usual, pouting and finding fault with everything on the table and saying that he never could have anything nice to eat like other boys and he wished he could go somewhere else to llve ““Well, Willle, answered his mother, “I have been thinking that it would be much better if you did go somewhere else to live, where you could get just what you want. So, my dear, after breakfast you can get a sult or change of clothi~s and go out and find mnother place to live. ‘Willle was surprised and opened his eyes wide, He did not expect this reply, for his mother was always very kind and gentle, but he was detcrmined not to shed & tear and tried to look very brave. After break- fast he walked upstairs with his hands in his pockets and whistled very loud to let everybody know that he did not care if he was going to leave his home. He put a suit of clothes in a bundle and carrled the bundle on & stick over hls shoulder. His heart was full and his eyes were full, but he choked down the tears and walked down the front steps very proudly, without saying goodbye to his mother. Oh, how his heart did beat and plainly his consclence whispered to him that he wi not u kind, dutiful son. But he did just what you do sometimes. He would not listen to con- science and walked stralght on. His mother stood at the door, hoping he might turn back, but stubborn Willle went on his way. He wandered about all day long and when it began to grow dark he thought he would go to his uncle's and spend the night’ But what a night it was to Willle! He shed bitter tears and re- solved that as soon daylight came he would go home and beg his mother's par- don. He did not stay to breakfast with his uncle, but went home fast as he could walk and told his mother how sorry he w for his bad behavior, and when he sat down to breakfast he ate heartily and declared that it was the best breakfast he had ever eaten. Of course, his mother for- gave him and was glad to have her boy at home again. And after that day Willle never complained or found fault with the food on the table. on Snow By (Honorable Mention.) The Daisy Queen. By Vera Dickover, Aged 13 Years, Atkin- son, Neb. Red Side. Alice Downing and her brother, Alfred, ran out in the pasture where there was hardly anything but daisies. Alice sat down and sald, “Oh, Alfred, 1 am going to make & dalsy chaln, then crown and pretend that I am & queen, My, how nice,”” he answered with a sigh, “and I suppose I will have to wait upon you?’ They both set to work bralding daisles for a chain. All of a sudden Alfred jumped up and sald, “Alice don't you think It will be lots nicer If we share our fun with little May? You know she is sick.” By this time they had the chain made. They ran across the field to May Brown's house. As they passed the window they saw a large tear drop roll down her cheek. They ran up to the door, knocked, and were soon busy decorating the large chalr in which May sat. Little May was now very happy. She forgot her pain and sorrow. “You look just like a falry which jumped right out of the ground,” sald Alfred. The children did not notice how late it was getting, but when they looked out it was very dark. They ran home and their mother did not scold because the children remembered to share their joy with one who was not able to get out doors herself. How Fairy WE:&- Went to the Ball By Phyllis Corbett, Aged 13 Years, Sidney, Neb. ' Red Side Fairy Wings was a little fairy who ltved on the border of fairyland. He was not invited to the balls and dances be- cause he was very ugly and was not liked by the other fairies. One bright day he was sitting pn & toad stool by his little house, wesping bitterly, when he feit a gentle hand on his shoulder, He turned and saw & beautiful fairy standing beside him, who wald, “Why are you orying, Fairy Wings?" “Because T am %0 ugly,” mobbed Fairy Wings, “and 1 cannot o to the queen's ball”® *plever mind™ sald the falry, “I have Learning been watching you for a long time, and T have noticed thgt you are very lonely Here is something to help you out of your trouble,” and she handed him a tiny silver whistle, telling him to blow it three times and see what would happen Fairy Wings stammered out his thanks. but the fairy had disappeared, and he was alone with the whistle in his hand. “I guess I'll blow it and sce 'what happen,” sald Fairy Wings. He put the whistle to his lips and blew a shrill blast. It was o very loud that he put his fingers in his ears and shut nhis eyes. And lo! when he opened them again he was as graceful and handsome as any other fairy. “And, now, I shall be invited to the queen’s ball,” sald Fairy Wings. And as he spoke, one of the queen's messengers came up to where Falry Wings sat and handed him an invitation Fairy Wings went to the ball and was introduced to the queen whom he had long desired to know. She made him one of her courtiers and he still keeps the whistle the good fairy gave him. He has often wanted to see her and thank her for her valuable gift, but she disappeared soon after her kind act will Mother’s Story By Helen Heuck, 165 Lothrop Omaha. Blue side “Now, mother, please tell begged Hilen, aged 6. ““Please,” echoed Ralph and ! 7 and 8 respectively. So inulier aside her work, proceeded with this tul “Once upon & time there was a little boy— “named Ralph,” shouted the boy that bore that name, and then Ralph and James had @ quarrel about the boy's name. When it was finally settled mother went on— “whose name was Robert. This little boy was very naughty ons day and—" This time it was James, “and a bear came and LITTI,E Boy Short-leg Learning how to walk Little Boy Baby-tongue Learning how to talk See him try to balance On his feet Then all of a sudden does fal Over he But Mother's there beside him With a ready arm So little Boy Short-leg Can't come to any harm and he cried and o, ing Iy ded hed len nt ate him all boys this up sighcd the vou ory or am 1 from " pron proce im little 1 sh again. “So his motl without. his anked Robert I don't wa sighed This was too much up her work, sald: “N and play, mothe supper Sent who of course, her to & Nature’s Gift. Arihur W Ag Leigh, Neb. Red Onge upon a time a squirrel nut in the ground on a prairie very bare. It walnut the fall when squirrel nut in the ground. Then Jack Frost came and cracked the nut and then it grew. It grew and grew till the was so big that it could bear nuts e nuts grew until in the fall they began (o get dark color and last Jack ¥ ade them fall. Then a lot childr icked and planted the nuts until the e ey many now for litt s an I at By rdeman, d 11 Years, planted & that It had was was in put the was a the My Fan. By Mildren Hosford, \ged 10 Years, Ogden, a4 side time this fall in the fun to take your lunch We went several i with lots of hickory LU and waln We heard the birds singing and saw the squirrels running through the leaves upon the ground. The leaves were so bright and pretty before the frost came and spoiled them all. School has begun and I can't take my luncheon and go nutting any more this year. But when the wind is blowing In the winter time, T can think about the days we took our luncheon and went to the woods. The Boys and the Tramp By Mand EIGH-HO! Ses the old tramp!" ‘Yep, let's glve him something to liven his steps!” *‘Oh, see his nice new coat! “And his shave! Guess never saw a razor!" Such were the rude cries of four boy: Harry, Jim, Gus and Charlie, as they spied a poorly clad old man passing the school house from which they had just issued. It was 4 o'clock and the school children were free from study for the rest of the day. “Say let's run him down,” sald one of the boys. “Yes, let's make him dg a bit of traveling,” sald another. - And they took to their heels, chasing after the old man who dodged the clods of dirt his young tormentors were throwing after him. But the four were too much for the old man, and he paused and looked back at them, trying in his feeble voice tc beg them to desist. “I am an honest man, but ill and out of work,” he sald. “I am trying to get to the hospital, my children. 1§ have done you no harm, so please do not annoy me In this way." But the boys heard little of what the 0ld man said, and kept on tossing clods and sticks at him. The old fellow hurrled on as fast as he could go, but his tormentors kept at his heels, crying out: “Hello, old tramp! How long have you been out of the workhouse? Say, who's your tallor? Who's your barber?"” Then derisive laughter would fall on the poor old man's ears. Preity soon, too much overcome to withstand the taunts and missiles longer, the old man sank down on an embankment. There were no resi- dences nearby and the boys could tantalize thelr victim without Interference from some outraged citizen who might behold them from & window or porch. Even the one policeman who patroled that part of the town was absent from duty, and the old sufferer was at the mercy of the four boys. ‘When he sank upon the embankment— which reached about two feet above the sidewalk—the boys surrounded him. They had supposed that the old man was a tramp, and to be a tramp meant to be a criminal, an outcast. So they took it he “SAY, DID YOU Walker. upon .themsclves man with his ¢ & lick of work in life?" erfed Yes, and did you ever have a bath?” crled Jim. “And did vou ever eat any sort of a meal besides a handout?’ laughed Gus. The old man wated his feeble hands in a helpless way, and as he dld so Harry, the leader of the tormentors, saw a Ma- sonic pin gleaming from the ragged lapel of his coat. Immediately the boy's faca flushed from shame and he ‘called off his companions. “Wait kids; let him alone. See that pin on his coat? It's like papa wears—a Masonic pin, The boys stood back with awe, and heeded their leader, who had hecome so ous. Charlle went close to the old man and stooping over him askal “Are you really a Mason, sir? Yes, lad; T have been a good Mason for years. And this pin has served me well before today. But—here are poor old men who are In sad distress like myself who are not of the order, and it is very wicked to use them as you have this day used me, I am not a tramp-one who follows the profession of begging for food from door to door. I have been a hard working man until six months ago. Then 1 was taken 1, lost my job, used up my little savin and today find myself without a cent the world, without work, fll and friendle I was on my way to the Masonic hosp to ask for medical ald when overtaken by you boys. I have tried to get on with going to my lodge for help, for 1 always felt a pride In doing for r But in my old age it is very can no longer battle against sickness as I could twenty-odd The boys exchanged glances of and face wore a shame. must help th man to the hospital’” “And day we must see him and carry %o to him, for must amends to him for toward him today. I f glveness.”” “And #o do w boys in e the defens: aia tuunt do Harry. a your in eacl we declar every Ko st and flowers make nduet for sald the other shameful o 1e beg hi our