Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, November 21, 1909, Page 24

OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: NOVEMBER 21, 1909. in mind the dismissal bell rang, and gath- prettier. The birds sang sweet. More ering his books he was soon in the dusty flowers came up. Spring flew more quickly. road which led to his house. Weeks passed by, the weather becama When he was still a quarter of & mi® jotter and summer stepped out proudly from home he heard a cry of pain in the Nt week we shall have & story abous form of a bark from a dog. Quickening o0 his pace to a trot, he soon ecame to a place where a dog was lying, evidently In great pain, the cause of which was as yet unknown to our hero. He bent over the Injured dog, who was howling pite- ously and soon learned that the dof’S o gnow had begun in the gloaming, right forepaw was broken. And busily all the night He gently lifted the dog into his arms Had been heaping field and highway and walked to the house. As he came With & siience deep and Wfl‘l’g-"“m)m near his home, he attracted his brother's e attention by whistling, Robert handed And fo it had, and of course the streets him his books and in & few words ex- Of the neighboring town were filled. Tho plained all to him, telling him to bring main street ran clear through town and some linen. Rob then procceded to the Out about half a mile was a long, gradual barn, where he lald the dog on a pallet slope that swelled into a high hill. of hay. After setting the broken bone he Little Bess raised from her snug bed to bandaged the paw with the linen his peep out of the window. The sun was brother had brought him. In a week the beginning to creep toward the enith and dog's leg was healed. He became & com- geveral children with their sleds were run panion to the boys and would not let ning up the hill. She was only b but had them to be out of his sight for & moment. gexed mamma to wake her early that There had been a silent spectator at the go" riicne slide, and here It was 1030 scene where Robert took the Injured do€ giioek. in his arms and carried him home. This “g)o ran gownetairs, where nurse dressed :"!1::‘2642::;: :s‘;.:mt:‘:ohun::.:lp:“l, :: her and gave her her breakfast. Mothor Sk e v ero had been informed by Robert's brother. told her that Rob and Goldle, who wer It was the end of the term and at the tWins and 3 years her senior, had taken graduation exercises what was Robert's thelr sleds and gone out to play. She wanted to g0, too, but mamma shook surprise when the principal read the fol- lowing Inseription from the back of a her head and sald she was so small she medal: “To the boy, who during the term, might get run over. Poor little Bess was has to the knowledge of the principal ren- disappointed, but went and crawled up dered the most ald to dumb animals, this in the big bay window to watch the sleds medal is to be awarded.” “I am glad to fly past. say,” he continuer, “it {s awarded t0 Before she had been there long Jennle Robert Howard.” He then went on t0 88Y came running down the UL Sho was o a"‘:h““' :"’"al" and ""‘::[‘- ":.:l"“: screaming frantically,’ and close behind ended, the applause in our hel 6 1o it . ey was deafening, and s he left the building (" t‘erl:::le;’ ‘:)ul"::“m:’u‘“’:m o pid :;.‘:hp:::anli“:l1?1“?::.:“(‘:11:"eTrs-.h""" golng so fast they couldn't stop. One run- ner struck her leg and knocked her Into VT o drif: the side, while the back run- A Story About Spri the drift at the side, o ack NEW BUSY BEE in far away New York City writes that he does not understand about the Red side and the Blue side. The busy Bee writers join whichever side they wish and all of the little writers and readers of the page send in votes to elect a king for the Red side and a queen for the Blue gide. Then each side tries to see which can recolve the most prizes. The king and queen are elected for three months reign and at the end of that time new ones are elected. During the three months of summer the Blue side won the most prizes. During the three months of spring there was a tle, each side winning the same number of The present king of the Red side is 'Ronald Wycoff of Wilbur, Neb,, So far this fall, the contest is OBBY and Jack were playing one day That the new-fallen snow was new-mown hay: So they hitched old Rover up to their sled To haul it back to the old wood-shed. The First Snow Rena N. Mead, Ex-Queen, Aged 1§ By ) Years, Blair, Neb. Bilue Side prizes, and the queen is Frances Johnson of Omaha. very Then Bobby raised his whip with a erack And brought it down across Rover's back. But Rover, stinging beneath the blow, Stood perfectly still, refusing to go. even, So many good stories were sent in this week that it was difficult to decide which should receive prizes. The prizes were awarded to Helen Johnson of Lincoln on the Blue and to Hazel Snow of Omaha on the Blue slde. Honorable mention was given to Lenora Wendel of Auburn, Neb,, on the Red side. “T'll make him go!" young Bobby cried, “If 1 have to mark his stubborn hide!" And again the rod was raised on high. But of a sudden he heard Papa cry: i Some new names were added to.the postal card exchange this week. Ex-King Willlam Davis fo North Platte, Neb., says that he has not received “‘Btop, stop, my son! e very many postal cards recently from the Busy Be D, D, my son! Do you not know How to get old Rover to haul the snow? Speak to him gently, and pat his head, Then you'll see how well he will draw the sled.” This Bobby did, and away they sped With the sled of snow, and Papa said: “I want you, my sons, to bear in mind Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the That the boss who wins is always kind."” Postcard Exchange, which now includes: Pearl Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Jean e Loug, Alnsworth, Neb. liene McCuy, Barnsin, Neb. Lilian” Merwin, Beaver City, Mabel \Wiit, Benningion, Neb. Auna Gouwsch, bennimgton, Neb. Minnfe Gousch, Benmngion, Neb, Agnes Dumnke, Benson, 1Neb. Butic Gaussuel, beane , Neb, (box 12). 1us May, Cenual C Veiw Cheney, Creigl Louis Hann, Lavia © Juiea Freidell, Lorcnester, kunice bode, Fails City, Neo. ktiel Reed, 'Fremont, Neb, Huda Luidburg, Fremont, Neb. Muiion Capps, Uibson, Neb. J Marguerite bartholomew, Gothenburg, Neb. Lyaiw Roth, wo West Koenig street, Grand Juanita Innes, 2769 Fort street, Omaha. Jack Coad, 8718 Farnam street, Omaha. Lillian Wirt, 4168 Cuss street, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, M6 Georgia avenue, Omaha. Ada Mo 424 Franklin street, Omaha. Myrtle Je , 2009 lzard streot, Omaha. iall Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Helen Houck, 1625 Lothrop street, Omaha. Emerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omah Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust, St., Omaha. Lueon Carson, 1124 North Fortleth, Omana. Gretchen Eastman, 13 South Thirty- eighth street, Omaha. Paullne Coad, 3718 Farnam street, Wilma Howard, 4723 Capitol avenue, Hilah Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh, Mildred Jensen, 2107 Leavenworth, Omaha. dna Heden, Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Sheifelt, 4914 North Twenty-firth me,” sald the fairy. She took hold of his hand and they waiked till at last they came to a little city made of flowers. They went on and Edith saw tiny people walking up and down the streets. The sidewalks were made of American beauty roses, even the houses and fences. “What city is this?' asked Bdith. “This Is the royal city in fairyland,” answered the fairy. “It is called American beauty.” “Oh," answered Edith. Here the falry stopped. ‘‘Here is the palac he said. Do you want to go in?" “Oh, yes,”” Fdith replied; so they went in and were going upstairs; finally they reached the throne Neb, ) Omaha. Quiah Omaha. 4 Omaha. ner ran over her ankle. She was taken isiand, Nel Eia Voss, 47 West Charles street, Grand Isiand, Neb. Irene Comtello, 115 West E£ighth street, Grand_Island, Neb. Jesste Crawiord, 408 West Charles Grand Island, Neb. Pauiine Schuite, 42 West Fourth Grand Island, Neb. Martha Murphy, $3 East Ninth Grand Island, Neo. Hugh Rutt, Leshara, Neb, Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alice Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Templs, Lexington, Neb, Anna Nelison, Lexington, Neb. Edythe Kreit Lexington, eb, Marjorie Temple, Lexinglon, Nob. Alico Grassmeyer, 164 C. 8t., Lincoln, Neb. Martan Hamilion, 202y L. St.. Lincoln, Neb. Eiste Hamilton, 22 L St. Lincoin, Neb. Irene Disher, 2080 L streei, Lincoin, Neb. Hughie Disher, 2030 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Charlotte Boggs, 221 South Fitteenth street, Lincoin, Neb. Helen Johnson, 334 street, Lincoin, Neb. Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb. Estelle McDonaid, Lyol Milton, _Seizer, ruska City, Neb. Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Lucile’ Hazen, Norfolk, Neb. Helen Reynolds, Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkin, Bo. Sixth 8t, Norfolk, Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth street and Madi- son avenue, Norfolk. Neb. Genevieve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Orrin Fisher, 1210 8. Eleventh St., Omaha. Mildred Erickson, 210 Howard St., Omaha. Oscar Eriokson, 2100 Howard St. Omaha. Loulse Raabe, 2609 North Nineteenth av nue, Omaha. Frances Johnson, %83 North Twenty-fifth avenue, Omaha. Marguerite Jobnson, 938 North Twenty- fifth avenue, Omah Emile Brown, 232 Boulevard, Omaha. ~ Omaha. vard, Omah elen Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas St. Eva Hendee, 402 Dodge street, Omaha. street, street, street, South Seventeenth Neb. H Mary Brown, 2522 Boul Walter Leonora Denlson, The Alblon, Mae Hammond, O'Nelll, Madge L. Daniels, Ord, Zola Beddeo, Orleans, Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Marie Fleming, Earl Edna Enis, Adlena Sorr: Fred Sorry, John Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Bdith Pauline Squire, Grand, Fred Aleda Bennett street, Johnson, 2406 North Twentleth treet, Omaha. Emma Carruthers, 8211 North Twenty-fifth street, Omaha. Tenth and Pacific streets, Omaha Neb, eb. eb. Neb. Osceola, Neb. Pawnee City, Neb. Perkins, Reddingten, Neb. Stanton, Neb. Lena Petersen. 2211 Locust St., E. Omaha, Lotta Woods, Ina Carney, Sutton, Clay county, Nebraska. Cla Mildred F Alta Wilken, . Leo Beckord, Waco, Mao Grunke, West Poin, Els Frederick Ware, Paullne Park: Edna [Behling, York, Neb. Mary Frederick, York, Neb. C Ire Ethel Mulholland, Box 71, Malvern, Ia. Eleanor Mellor, Malvern, Ia. Kathryne Mellor, Malvern, Ruth Robertson, Manilla, Mildred Robertson, Manilla, Ia. Margaret B. Witherow, Thurman, Ta. Bertha McEvoy, R. F. D. 8, Box 2, Mis a Milier, Utic: Jones, W Neb, orth Loup, Neb, Neb. Neb, Neb, Wilber, Neb. Winside, Neb. York, Neb. Stastn 1a. la. le B. Bartlett, Fontanelle, Reynolds, Little Sioux, oy Ta. Monarch, Wyo. Monarch, Wyo. mourt Valley, Box 83 Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Okl Shelley, 230 Troup street, Kan. Kansas City, Henry L. Workinger, care Sterling Remedy Attica, Ind. Elgin, Neb, 281 ' West Neb, company, Wilham Davis, North Platte, Third street, Joe’s Thanksgiving Surprise BY WILLIAM WALLACE, JR. OE had just sold his last paper and was hurrying home throush the stinging cold Wwith the pleasant anticlpation of a warm fireside, a good supper and the welcoming smile of his fond mother. He had sold so many more papers that morning than usual, and as his rough little hand jingled the dimea in his pocket his face beamed with a de- lighted smile as certain plans formed them- welves In his mind. Joe's mother was making great prepara- tons for thelr Thanksgiving dinner, an event which would take place in two days, and Joo had planned a little surprise for her. He knew that the turkey—a fine, fat fellow—was plucked and dressed for the voasting. He knew that all the toothsome sccompaniments to complete & turkey dinner were supplied, and In the kitohen upbourd. He knew there was plenty of coal In the cellar and that the house would bo cozy and full of good cheer. He knew that his mother had her best dress—a black silk that had done such splendid service for 50 many years—brightened up by a bit of white lace at throat and wrists. He knew hiw little sisters and brother were provided with good, warm shoes and clothes for the winter and that the family were falrly well off in the matter of simple home comforts. But one thing he remem- bered having heard his mother say on the previous Thanksgiving day, “Oh, that we might afford a pretty boquet for the din- v table. But I cannot buy flowers, so wo shall have to do without them. Maybe we can get some for next Thanksglving day." And here was “next Thanksgiving da; already, and everything save the flowers had been provided for the table. And that was the reason Joe smiled and planned, and planned and smiled. He intended purchasing a fine boguet with which to adorn the table on the festive occasion. And beside the flowers Joe meant to get & fine basket of fruit. Would not his mother be pleased when he should walk into the snug dining room carrying & tissue paper parcel (containing hothouse flowers) and a basket of fragrant frult, Just as Joe was thus meditating he heard a volce calling to him from the win- dow of an old house nearby. Looking round he saw & woman leaning from a econd-story window, beckoning to him. “Have you & paper for me tonight, little boy “Yes'm,” replied Joe, holding up the only paper he had left. “Will you please bring it up to me? came the request from the woman. She usually came to the door of an even- ing and bought & paper from Joe as he passed on his rounds down the street. But Joe was most obliging, and went to the halldoor, pushed it open and ran up the rickety stairs. He entered a dingy room, in response to the womas's “Come in. The woman was fixing & window shade which had fallen, but stopped her work to the room and its occupants. The apart- ment was poorly furnished and cold, the meager fire in the cooking stove being almost burnt out. Beside the dying fire sat an old woman wrapped in a threadbare shawl, sewing on some bit of cloth. In the middle of the room two little girls played on the floor with paper dolls. They stopped their play as Joe entered and looked at him questioningly. After a few moments the woman returned and handed Joe the penny he was walting for. As he pocketed the coln he sald, by way of being friendly: “I reckon you are making big preparations for Thanks- giving day. We are at our house. We've 8Ot & blg turkey.” “No," replied the woman, with a faint smile. “Our Thanksgiving will be passed as all our days are passed; but we'll be thankful that we are all together—mother, my two little ones and 1" Joe stood Irresolute for a moment; then whirled about and sald “Good night"” and was down the stalrs and off toward his own home. But so busy was he thinking that he did not whistie as he ran along. Another plan was now forming in his mind, and 1t kept his thoughts all evening, even after he had clawled into his warm little bed beside his chubby brother Jimmy. The next evening after school Joe was again busily selling papers, and as soon as he had disposed of the pack he ran to & French market and bought a dressed chicken, some potatoes, a pint of cran- berrles, some truit and nuts. It took nearly all the money he had, but he was glad to be able to buy so many good things to eat. When all were put into a basket the sales- man asked where he should send the pro- visions. Joe gave the number of the house where the woman who had called to him from the second-story window lived. “And take the basket to the front room on the second landing, and ask for Mrs. Baker. Joe had learned the woman's name in some RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS | 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only &nd namber the pages. 8. Use pen and ink, mot pemoil 3. Short and pointed articles will be given preference. De not use over 250 words. 4. Original stories or letters ouly will be used. 5. Write your mame, age and ad- Gress at the top of the first page. First and second prizes of book: will be given for the best two con- tributions to page oach week. Address Al communications to (First Prize.) The Frolics of Winter By Helen Johnson, Aged 14 Years, South Seventeenth Street, Ligcoln, Neb. Blue Side. The sky, which Is always so pleasant to look at with its dainty tints of color, was disagreeable and dark looking for the work of winter had begun. The tree branches were brown and bare, and they looked as if they were holding out their arms to recelve their best best frierf®s, the birds and spring. The soft downy flakes of snow were fast covering the ground, trees and dead flowers. Although winter is gloomy, it males beautiful scenery. The trees were covéred with snow, &nd whenever the wind blew it sent & shower of snow down upon the laughing squirrels, who had gotten ahead of winter, and had a fino supply of nuts. Clear across the hills in the far distance, nothing could be seen but winters blanket. Little mounds of snow formed a head-tomb for the grass and dead flowers that had died long ago, until Miss Spring should step in and take care of them. At night, when the moon rose high in the heavens, it sent a rich glow over the white ground, and the snow daszled like so many diamonds. \ Often when winter would chat with his little helper, Jack Frost, he would say: “I think I can get ahead of autumn,” and away he would fly, over hills, valleys, dales and meadows, to let them know he had come with his ice and cold way, for she had been a customer of his for many months. Then out of the market Joe flew, stop- ping at the florist's shop long enough to buy one big red rose, for he had 10 cents left for that. And there he lingered a few minutes, walting till he should see the basket of Thanksgiving goodies delivered at Mrs. Baker's doors. And he did not have to wait long, for presently a boy carrying the basket hurried to the house Joe was watching and disappeared up the stairway. And Joe, running to the open hall door heard Mrs. Baker's voice saying “Yes, I am Mrs. Baker.” And then he saw the boy place the basket at the door and run down the stalrs. With a beating heart and the se of having made others happy, Joo ran on to his home to relats to his proud mother all that he had done. Any you may be sure that the absence of flowers and fruit from the Thanksgiving table the next day was not regretted, and Joe's mother gave thanks not only for the good dinner, the happy little ones about her, but for the kind, generous son who had shown to her by his own acts of charity that he was ‘better than gold.” HE RAN TO A MARKET AND LAID IN A STOCK OF THANKSGIVING DAINTIES. (Second Prize.) The First Thanksgiving Hazel Snow, Aged 11 Years, Omaha, Neb. ){luc Side. It was in the year 1621, one year the Pilgrims landed in America. The crops had been very poor that year, for they could not take proper care of them on account of belng attacked by Indians. The Pilgrims were starving and many died, there was no food to be had. But one day when they thought they would die of hunger a ship from England came into the harbor, laden with provis fons, and they had a feast, offering up thanks to God for his goodness to them. And ever since then our nation has kept a day of Thanksgiving to God for the blessings bestowed upon us. By after (Honorable Mention.) Harry’s Mistake By Lenora Wendel, Aged 11 Yea Neb. Red Side. “Harry,” said grandma, “do you think You can run to the corner and put this letter in the letterbox for me?" “Course I can,” replied Harry. “Mama told me to help you all T could all the time I was here.” He straightened up and looked very important. “Well,” sald grandma, ‘“‘that very great help, indeed, because, you se my rheumatism is so bad that it would take me a long time to get over there, and you're B0 spry that you can get over in time for the postman to take it up on his mext round." Harry felt very important started off. If it wasn't for him poor grandma would have to take the letter and that would make it too late. When he reached the corner he was puzzled. Grand- ma had not sald anything about two boxes, but here were t00, both red and both about the same size. Which was the right one? Tl put it in the shiniest one he thought, climbing up on & wooden box, whioch hap- pened to by the curbing. He shut the little door carefully after he had put the letter in and started off. There, he thought, L can mall letters for grandma and hold yarn for her, and—but the list was never fin- isher, for just then a fire engine came dashing up the street. steaming and blow- ing, with a crowd of men and boys fol- lowing far behind. I wonder where the tire is, thought Harry, and so everyone seemed to wonder. Grandma and Aunt Priscllla were on the back porch when he reached home, anxlously looking up and down the street, as wero all the nelghbors, The fire- men were investigating and men and boy were running up and down the street look- Ing everywhere for smoke. “Some one has been playing a trick,” the chief engincer said at last sternly. “Do any of you youngsters know anything about it? to the little group of boys gathered about the engine, “because if you.do you had better look out.” Harry thought the great man looked very flerce, indeed, and hoped that no one had played a trick. “What would they do with any boy that did that?" he asked. “Put him in jafl quick enough,” answered some one. “Wring his neck for him,” answered another. Just then the postman came up and handed grandma the letter. “I found it in the fire box,” he said, "I knew It was yours for it says (o return this to this number in five days. I guess this is the cause of all the trouble, looking at the fire engine and group of men and boys. ““Yes, I think my little boy was responsible for it,” said grandma. “He Wwas trylng to help me and got the wrong box." “Oh, grandma,” sald Harry, hiding his face in her skirts, “Will they? Will they he broke down in sobs. No, they won't do a thing,” said the chief, who had come up and was listening o the conversation. *When it's a mistake and you have done your best to 4o the right thing and help people, and you don't Succeed, you needn’'t feel badly it Look up, young man." Harry looked up and smiled through his tears. “But I'll look out for the fire box the next time, he sald, and he did Edith’s Dream. Margaret Matthews, Aged 9 Years, 328 California Street, Omaha. Red Side Edith was usually a good girl, but today Was & hot day and Edith's mother would not let her play lively games. Her mother said she could go to the library and get some book that she could read and be interested in, Edith got & book of faliry tales. She went out In the h jock to read. Soon she felt a pull at her golden curls. A little voice sald ‘Do you want to &0 to fairyland with me, dear. Edith looked up to see who was speaking. Sue saw & tiny figure about two Inches tall “Yes, I will,” she sald, “but how am I to get there, I am so large? “Why you . Just as small as I am. So I am,” said Edith. “Now come with Auburn, will be a when he er By room. Edith was speaking to Queen Rose when she woke up to find her mother call- ing her to supper. How Robert Won a Medal By Simon Goldstein, Aged 14 Years, Eldridge Street, New York City. Red 'Side. The Springville academy gave a medal at the end of each school term to the cholar who during the past five months has exceeded all other students in kind- ness to dumb animals. The principal had impressed on the boys' minds what was required to win this medal by a short and brilllant speech, in which he deploted & dog lying In the road injured with no one to help him. Robert Howard was one of the scholars Wwho had listened attentively to the words of the principal, and at the conclusion had made an Inward vow to ald all animals In their distress, always when the oppor- tunity presented itself. With this thought 209 “Mammy Jane’ BY FLORENCE DAVIS. HE southern sun was beating down on a little South Caro- lina town, and the wind was gently blowing the smoks from a smouldering wood fire that was burning in the back yard of the village hotel, a small unpretentious hosteiry, but the best the town afforded. The place seemed utterly asleep—town and hotel—save for a busy little black child who stood close to the wood-fire. Over the fire swung a huge black *soap-pot,” 2nd the little negro girl, dressed in frook f faded calico, was stirring the bolling contents of the vessel with a long crooked stick. As she slowly dipped the end of the stick into the steaming liquid she crooned in a childish way: ‘‘How ole is the stick? How ole Is the house? How ole Is Mammy Jane? How ole is the pot? How ole {s—is—' and her soft velvety eyes of black sought an old cotton-press nearby—"how ole s the cotton?" Then the little worker wearlly paused in her stirring and glanced about. Her eyes fell on the form of an old negro woman, a bent form it was, the form of one whose life had been passed in doing heavy work. The old woman had come to the kitchen door for a moment, but immediately disappeared Into the house again, returning to her washtub “How ole is Mammy Jane?" again crooned the child at the soap-pot, turning the stick slowly. ‘“How ole is Mammy Jane?—Lawsy, I done reckon she's a thou- san' yeahs old—a thousan’ yeahs ole.” Then she suddenly became silent, her hands ldle. A light came into her soft sleepy eyes. “If {t wasn't foh old Mammy Jane," she mused, “I wouldn't be stirrin’ dis heah soap, an' I'd be done playin’ behind' the ole sawmill dis minute’* A bee hummed near to the black child's ear, a slow, sleepy hum. The sun was 50 warm and bright, there in the back yard, and the soap sent out a vapor of white steam. The little worker sat down beside the fire, pushing into the coals & bit of dry stick. As the feul flamed up the child again mused: “I hates to stir “HOW OLE By Willlam Davis, Ex-King, Aged 9 Years, 221 West Third and Sycamore Streets, North Platte, Neb. Red Side. It was epring and the grass and trees had their prettiest color of green. Mother Nature smiled and sald, “It's beautiful, fen’t it, Summer?’ ‘“Yes,” sald Summer. “But wait till I go out.” “Yes,” sald Fall, the wisest of them all, *but you must walt till T go out. 'The people could not live without me. When I go out the trees put on golden, red and other beautiful colors. I bring the frults to help the farm- ers. Now, have you anything to say?* Children, you must not quarrel,” said Mother Nature and Winter together, “You all know Fall is the wisest.” Little Jack Frost then piped in and erled, but he was Interrupted by the birds sing- irg. The flowers came up, such as the violets, the tulips, daisies, ferns, roses and crocuses. The grass and trees becams home and the doctor came to set fit, it being broken in two places Bessie had seen it all and sat thers in the big window rejoleln, that her re- bellious little consclence had ruled that time and kept her inside, or it might have happened to her instead of Jennle. Now, there's a moral in this— If_you've listened sisters and brothers, You'll find the lesson to be— “Learn from the experience of others.™ Afraid of the Goblins By Marie Langenbohn, Aged Years, 8343 Ames Avc“ut. Omaha. g]ue Side. This 1s my first letter to the Busy Bee page. I am in the fifth grade at school. I go to Monmouth Park school. My teach- er's name Is Miss Loughnane - She s nica I aid not go out Hallowe'en, bocause I did not want any gobling to get me. 1 hope this will miss Mr. Wastebasket. From a little reader of the Busy Bee page. A Story for Discontented Little Ones the soap-pot. I hates to work. Some day I'll run away from ole Mammy Jane, an’ then I'll nevah work no moah. I'll go to & big city where dar ain't no soft soap bein' made; an’ I'll nevah have to stir soap any moah. Oh—" And she closed her eyes sleeplly—'oh, how ole is—the stick—How ole—is—the pot—How ole— le—Mammy—Jane—" The ohild's eyes remained closed now, and she leaned against a convenlent stump. ‘The bes returned to hum close to her ear. Its song seemed to say: “How—ole— ls— the— stick— How— ole— is— the pot— How— ole— i8— Mammy— Jane?' And then it seemed to say: “Run-away-little- gal. Run-away-little-gal. Don't ever come back to ole—Mammy-Jane.” Then some flles added their song to that of the bee’ ying ever and over in & droning way: Run—away—little—gal. Don't—ever—come —back—to—ole—Mammy—Jane.' A whirlwind came flylng round the cor- ner of the house and fanned the slum- bering fire. A little red flame crept out on the dry bit of stick, woon reaching the end farthest from the bed of comls. It lifted its hot tongue and tasted the frayed hem of the faded callico frock which lay so temptingly mear. The whirl- wind gave it another little fauning; then disappeared across the unkept yard, rush- ing wildly down a hlllside to try its strength on the tender sapiings which grew beside a creek. In the meanwhile the little sleeper be- side the fire forgot to wake and stir the s0ap. PR ERCE Youlh SR RS Away, away, towards the great won- drous city ran the lttle black girl. Away, away from the soap-pot; away, away from old Mammy Jane! Ah, how beautt ful the world was! Bhe entered the city, but—it was not so delightful, so desirous, as she had dreamed it would be. There were crowds of hurrying people, and they disdained to notice her. She was very tired, but nowwhere could she find & place to rest. She cried out to several people I8 DE STICK—HOW OLE 18 MAMMY JANE-HOW QLH 18IS who crowded and jostled her, but they did not heed her. She fell to the hard pave- ment, for a terrible paln was cutting through her foot and ankle. And, oh, how the sun burned her flesh! And how tha fumes from gomewhere smothered her} Ab, she would return to Mammy Jane— £0o0d Mammy Jane. Yes, she was sorry now, that she had fled from her own old home, 80 poor and simple, but & home for all that, and one where & child could rest when tired and sick. If she might go | again to her little bed in Mammy Jane's funny old room, where the brass candle- sticks gleamed on the mantleplece—a gift to Mammy Jane from some great lady many, many years ago! And how she longed to set eyes once more on the strip of rag carpet—so warm to her feet in winter—that stretched in front of her little bed. And the four-patch quilt that spread her bed 50 beautifullyl Oh, would she never see any of those dear things again? But the paln in her foot and ankle wa %0 terrible that she forgot the city, forgov her home village, forgot Mammy Jane, even forgot that she had run away from the place where she had spent the ten years of her poor life. Then she began to sob, to sob as she had dons one day, r when they led her to the black box to f 4 look for the last time on the face of her -\ mother. Inside that black box the ona dearest to her on earth had been shut from sight, and she had then gone to Mammy Jane. And on Mammy Jane's warm bosom she had wept out the griet of & broken little heart. And now she wept In that same way, only this time it ™ came from agony of pain instead of agony, of griet. But of & sudden something cool and gentle stroked her cheek. She opened her oyes. To her wonder, she looked into the loving face of old Mammy Jane. And, strangest of all, she was on her own little bed. But what were the strangers doing in the room? Why, there were tha ‘white doctor and Mrs. Jones, the landlady of the hotel, where Mammy Jane worked for their living. And then she saw that ene of her feet was all wrapped In whita bandages; and both Mammy Jane's hands and arms were bandaged the same way. It was one of Mammy Jane's bandaged hands that was stroking her face, “Doan ery, honey sugar-lump,” said old Mammy Jane. “You'll be pert again in & few daya, chile. You done fallen asleep by the soap- pot, an’ the fire done cotch yer dress. An ole Mammy jes seon you in time, and run, an’ smothered out the flame ‘fore it cotch you above the knees. 80, go to sleep, Il chile, an’ Mammy'll sing you a so; Go to sleep, honey-chile.” The black chiid smiled, and as the wh dootor and the landlady—seelng that .f: was all right again and in safe hands— left the room, she whispered: *Oh, Mammy Jane, T lubs you, I do. An' I am glad it was jes the fire an' not the great oty dat got me. I wanted to run away from you, Mammy Jane. But now I knows Mat I lubs you as I use to lub my own mammy. You & my grandmammy, an’ Lll stay with you forevah an' forevah. An’ I'll do all youah work, Mammy Jane, #00n as I get well, for you burned youah Dore han's savin' me from dat fire.” Tears streamed down ole Mammy Jane's face as she bent over the ehild. “You 15 all ole Mammy has got, honey-chile, an* I'm thankin' the good Lord he sent me to cotch you out'n the fire in time. we'ny both be well soon, honew and we'll he happy, too “Yes, Mammy, an' we'll have some tried chicken an' gravy for supper, won't we asked the ohild, wmiling. “Trus’ ole Mammy Jane fob dat, bfen You shall eat ohicken an' gravy and dumplin’s while these ale hav's cen cvels 'om toh you™ ]