Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, August 22, 1915, Page 21

) e s — e~ { THE OMA SUNDAY BEL: HA The Busy Bees ATHER TIME s striking vacation days from the calendar wnhout] remorse, it seems, and but a few brief weeks remain in which Busy Bees may wind up thei \UGUST 99 1915, As the opening day of | r playtime. school approaches, it is a good time to compare it yith the closing day of the school year——to sum up what you have accomplished during the long summer months and Have you kept resolutions made spent long hours {n the open, playing as to be strong and healthy and ready for anotlrer year at school? the girls assisted their mothers in lMtt! what the vacation has done for you the last day of school? Have you in the sunshine the livelong day, so Have 1e household duties in order to save them a few steps, and have the boys resurrected the lawn mower and put it | into action and swept the walks llke dutiful sons? If you haven't, nmrel are still a few weeks in which to redeem your resolutions, | The editor regrets that some of serve the rule for this page which requires all contributions to be origina! Indeed one Busy Bee from out In the state sent in a poem which was taken word for word from Miss Grace SBorenson's Eyery Child's Magazine, member not to send In letters or stories to thi have written them without any assistance or reference to other books or magasines, Don't forget the Busy Bee election, children. to be elected from the Red side, and a Blue side, will be received until the ! votes and the new king and queen will be announced the first Sunday In The new heads of the Busy Bee kingdom will reign until Janu- September. ary 1, 1016. This week the prize book was awarded to Darline Swanson of the Red Guy F. Shenk of the Red side and Florence Bennett of the Blue side side. ‘won honorable mention. (Prize Story.) Putting Chickens to Bed. By Darline Swanson, Aged 8 Years, I'or- ty-elghih ana w strects, soulh Side, Omaha. Red Once upon a time there was a story named “Putting the Chickens to Bed."” One would naturally suppose that chickens would know when to g0 to bed, but what is a chicken to do If it is sud denly taken from the state of Washing ton to Alaska, where the nights are only one or two hours long. It would be 10 or 11 o'clock, and if he arises at sunrise it would be 2 or g o'clock. The result s he would bo liable to die from lack ot sleep. A friend of mine had some chickens in her Alaska home, and had some others shipped from Beattle. The first evening the Seattle chickens kept roaming around by the light of the sun until about 1v o'clock and did this for two or three evenings. Finally their owner had to put them in their coop and shut the door at @ very much earlier hour, until they had accustomed themselves to the long days, Later they seemed to appreclat the unusually long, bright evenings, but retired with the other chickens at a rea~ sonable hour. The Cruel Sparrow. (Honorable Mention.) Nebraska City, Neb., Florence Bennett, age 10 years, 12161 corso. Blue Side, Well, Busy Bees, I have read so many atories about the birds, I will tell you one myself, One day the people next door were ‘washing their car and the little boy and 1 were looking at the car and fooling in ! the water when we heard something fall from the tree. 8o we went on the other side of the car to see what it was. There we saw a little baby robin. We picked it upand looked at it. Its eye had been picked. We looked up at the nest just in time to see & sparrow throw another bird out. Oh,. how sorry we were to see this done, but could not help it. When the other bird fell, it was still alive so we got a lot of nice soft cotton and a woolen rag and were going to try and save its life, It lived one day and then died. Then we buried them both. We ot some nicely shaped rocks for tomb- stones and put flowers on their graves. (Honorable Mention.) Fishing Trip. i P 3 rs Clarks, B O e Route 1 irea Side. : One Sunday some friends went flshing over on the Loup river. We started about 10 o'clock and ate our dinner on Prairie creek. We got nearly to the Loup und ran out of gasoline. We tried to climb a hill and had to get out and push. We bought some gasoline at a farm house und finally got to the river, where we fished until pearly dark. Then we drove! to Fullerton and got a supply of gasoline | and things for supper. Then we went out of town and cooked fish, made coffee and roasted potatoes by a campfire and returned, home about midnight. I en- oved the trip very much and hope to go camping again soon. Appeal l;;iuy Bee. By Bertha Stodt, Aged 1 Years, Mis souri Valley, 1 R. 3 Blue u,\d? I received tatting patterns from Fern Peterson, Bernice Wolf, Neva Wilson and Belle Robinson. I thank them all very mueh, Bernice Wolf is paraiyzed the Busy Bees have time, I would write her a letter, would be very happy to Soon school will begin, glad or sad? any of the Busy If any of wish they 1 am sure she receive them. Are you Busy I I will gladly help them if I ean do not forget to write to Bernice Wolf. Just think how you would ltke to sit stit Bees need help, Please all day while other children are at play out of doors. Her address is, Miss Ber- nice Wolf, Plerce, Neb, care of Joe Wolf, R, F. D. No. Our Pet Rabbits. Marjorie Stiles. Alad L) \eu‘. Clay Center. Neb. | Where we lived last -ununer we kept some rabbits and we had a little friend ‘who kept rabbits, too. But very seldom my little sister Pauline and I missed see- ing her every day, so whenver she came over we played with our rabbits and had great fun. The ones that Inez, Psuline and I wanted were the white and the black ones We enjoyed playing with | them very much, but pretty scon we moved intor another house and did not have so much fun, and we sold all of our rabbits, and then Ines moved to Lincoln and § have not seen or heard of her since. My story Is getting pretty long now, so I think I had better close. Good-bye. The Accident. Babbitt. Aged 13 Years mouth, Neb. Red Side Ome night about § o'clock when Freddie went after the mail he met a tall, bhroad- shouldered man with a bicycle. At the man's side was Max Atwell, the “gang” leader. The man sald, “Say, boy. n you ride & bleycle?' Having yes for an an- By By Barl Platte- Little Stories by Little Folk | right,” the Busy Bees are forgetting to ob- Re- Busy Bee page unless you Votes for a new king, queen, who is to be chosen from the t day of the month, Send in your | RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS 1. Write plainly on one side of the paper only and number the p . pen and ink, not pen- cll, 3. Short and pointed arti- cles will be given preference, Do not use uver 250 words. 4. Original stories or let- ters only will be used, 6. Write your name, age and address at the top of the first page. A prize consisting of a book will be given to the writer of the best contribtution printed each week. Address all communications to CHILDREN'S DEPART- MENT, Omaha Bee, Omahs, Neb, swer, the man asked Freddie to take a note to Mr, Blackstone. Freddle sald he would and putting the note in his pocket he started out with the man's bicycle. It was dark when he reached the outer part of town. So dark was It that he could not see clearly. Suddenly he stopped. He had run into a large bump that the wheel would not go over and was thrown sev- eral feet ahead. He struck on his head and lost consclousness. When he ‘‘came ! to" a crowd was gathered about, He felt | for the note.and it was not there.. On seeing “Aty” In the crowd he knew why. Successful Gardener. ed 18 Years, West 15 mrypam: Mfi‘eh“‘mue‘m I am going to write about my flower garden. Last spring my mother gave me a patch of land elght feet by ten feet. 1 dug it up with a spade, and then took a rake to get all the lumps out. After I had raked it, I bought the fol- lowing seeds: Four-o'clocks, sweet peas, dafstes, pinks, carnations, moss roses and . lykocks. They all grew very well and I have a very nice flower garden. I also received several slips of flowers from a girl who writes to this happy page. Now I wish all you Busy Bees would plan to make & garden for mext summer. I slways wanted a camera, 8o badly and now I have one. The camera which I have takes plotures 24x3%. The first pictures we took were very good, but of the second batch only five were good. I am going to send my picture in soms time. Mary Is Punished. By Edda Corneer, Aged 11 Years, Valley Street, Omaha. Blue Side. Mary was a selfieh girl, but Ellen w: not. One day Ellen came to play with Mary. They were going to play jacks. Mary sald. “First.” Her mother told her “You must let Ellen be first.” “All replied Mary. But when they came out to play Mary would not let 3610 { preciated more. ONE OF THE BRIGHT LITTLE BUSY BEES. Minre Lraacsvn Photo by Skoglund. Ellen be first, and she would not give up when she missed. Her mother called her and asked: “Did you let Bilen be first?’ *Yes, I did" sald Mary, “Did she, Bllen?" “No,” was the reply. Mary was put to bed and did not get to ¥0 to the big plenio there was going to be. She was very sorry. New Busy Bee. Einer Corneer, 7 Years, 10 \-.ne'; Street, ém-fi:.‘ Blue Side. I am o new Busy Bee and would like to be on the Blue Side, for that is my favorite color. I am in the First B at school. I mo to Windsor school. My teacher's name is Mrs. Howell. T read this page every woek. Receives Prize Book. By Dorothy Patly, 547 Bast Second Street, Fremont, Neb. Red Side. I received my book this morning and was so very glad to get it, It s lovely and you could not have sent any book that I would have ap- You may well belleve I T thank By shall always keep it earefully. you again and again for it. Sends Lon to Busy Bees. , Gor- This is flle first um. 1 have written to you. May I join your page? My birthday 18 August 2. I will answer all Yhe letters or cards the Busy Bees write to me, Next time I will write a story. As my letter is getting long I will close. With love to all the Busy Bees. Teddy. By Dmmy Ymu;g Aged 7 Years, Ogal- ed Sldo. Teddy lfl our dog’s name. He is a bird- dog. Teddy can jump five feet in the alr and catch & ball in his mouth, I would like to join the Red Side. Busy Bes Rhymes. {elen Vals, Aged 13 Years, Clarkson, By Bl Neb, ‘;‘ed 8ide. '"Twas on a colfl night, Andiiokly "hastening 1o the_shore, ul en g?) !':lotu’:r Yxo( there than it started to pour. He was just in tim To hear the elock strike nine: He saw the chicks whom & woman fed, And’ quickly ran under the nelghboring It gave him much pain To think that he was in the rain; But he was glad to think Quicker than you could blink, That he had « place of safety to &o. But soon the rain was over. And the rabbit jumped in the clover; And the sallor came out From his hiding place. He soon reached home, Like the Venetian from Rome His children crowded around Fim And started to sing— “We're glad that papa's come home, But still he is not sonked Like the man from Rome Who reached the dome. BABY ZEBRA, BORN IN ZOO—A small bundle of stripes with lots of kick to it pranced all over the stall of Mrs. Kitty Zebra at the New York Oentral park zoo, to the de- light of hundreds of children. The seven supervised § centers re- cently opened in the public parks have revealed new facets of juvenile precocity and other traits of the youngsters. Load ere have developed at these play centers, | Just as they do in the stern reality of lite Miss E. Van Sant Jenkina, supervisor at the Bemis play center, discovered that | Tommy Wilson, son of Mr. and Mrs Alphonso Wilson, of 621 North Thirty- third street, is gifted with the pantomimic {art. The lad is 11 years of age and is in | the fifth grade at Webster school. e s thoroughly unconscious in his antics and Miss Jenkins would not break the charm | | by telling the boy he fs funny The supervisor believes Master Wilson | could be & second Charley Chaplin if he tried. The lad's actions spéak more than his words park playground. Every boy and girl knows him and.delights to bave him go through some of his quaint antios. Tommy Is undecided about becoming a real moving picture star. He knows about Charles Chaplin and thinks he is a live wire. Some of the Bemis park kids say Chaplin has nothing on Tommy Wilson | When the latter {s “cutting up.’ Tommy is at his best, perhape, when in & playground ball game. The ways he takes a slant on the ball and the manner in which he holds his bat would make fine film stuff. And while running the He is the life of the Bemis| Charley Chaplin Has Nothing on ' ThisLad While on the Playgrounds Tormumy Wilson bases he can look backward without missiug & step. | Wnen it comes to factal expressions Tommy has Charles Chapiln, Feq.. look- ing like a bush leaguer. The Romance of Elaine (Continued from Page Eight) It was that I was holding in my hand, for he had seen the plan immediately. “Cant we drive you back!' asked flaine, quite forgetting our fears of Del Mar in the ugiy pred.cament in which no Just had been. “We've had trouble, but 1 Susss we can get you back." “Thank you” he smud, forcing a smile “I think anything would be an improve- ment on my ride here, and I'm sure you can do more than you ciaim.’ He climbed up and sat on the fioor of | the roadster, his fect outsige, and we drove off, At last we puiled up at Dodge { wiall again. “Wont you as we got out. “Thank you, I belleve I will for a few minutes,” consented Del Mar, concealing come in?' asked Blaine his real eagerness to follow me. “Im all shaken up.' As we entered the living room, I was thinking aoout the map. 1 opened a table drawer, hastly took the pian from my socket and Jocked It in the drawer. ~laine, meanwhile, was standing with sel Mar, who was talking, but in reality -atching me closely, A smile of satistaction seemed to flit vver his face as he saw what 1 had done «nd now knew where the paper was. I turned to him, “How are you now?" I asked “Oh, I'm much better—all right,” he answered. Then he looked at his watch. “U've a very important appointment. If yowll excuse me, I'll walk over to my Bblace. Thank you again, Miss Dodge, wver so kindly," He bowea iow and was gone. Down the road past where we had| turned, before a pretty little shingle house, the taxicab chauffeur stopped. One of the bullets had taken effect on him and his shouider was bleeding. 13 the worst, as he seemed to think of it waa that another shot had given him a fiat tire, He jumped out and looked up the road whence he had come. No one was follow- ing. Bull, he was worrled. He went around to look at the tire. But he was 100 weak now from loss of blood. It had been nerve and reserve force that had caried him through. Now '‘that the strain was off, he felt the reaction to the full, Just then the dootor and his driver whom the valet had aiready summoned to Del Mar's, came speeding down the road. The qoctor saw tne cnautreur fad in a {halt falnt, stopped his car and ran to [him. The chaucfeur had kept up as long @s he couid. He had now sunk down be- slde his machine in the road A moment later they picked him up and carried him into the house, There |Ill| ho acting about the hurts now. In the house they iaid the mun down on a couch and the doctor mae a hasty ex- amination. “How is he? | Bamaritans, | *“Ihe wound is not dankerous,” repiied ! the , hysiclan, “but 1e's lost a lot of bloud He cannot be moved Lor some time yet We talked about notuing ese at Dodge | Hali after diessing for dinner but the | strange events over at Dei Mars and | what had followed. The more I thought asked one of the kind about it, the more it seemed to me toat we would never be left over ni.ht in peaceful possession of the plan which both Euaine und 1 decided ought on tne | tollow.us uay e sen. 1o Wammngion Accordingly 1 cudgeled my brain for #ome method of protecung both ourselves and it only thing | couid think of was a schen once adopted by Koen nedy In anowner case. How | longed | for him. But I had o do my best alone. I had a smal quick snhutter | that had beionged to Craig, and just as We we.o about to retire, | brought it into | the living room with & package | had had sent up trom the vilage. “What are you gomng to do?' asked Blame curiously, 1 assumea an alr of mystery, but did | mot say, tor I was not sure but that even | now someone was eavesaropping. It | was not late, but the country air made | us @il seepy, and Aunt Josephine, 90K~ | 10§ &t tne QOCK, 300D wAROUNCed thal she | Wus guiug w0 rear i She had no sooner said §0od night than aine begun again Lo question me. But I had determined not to teil her what I was doing, for if my imitation of Ken nedy failed, I knew thai she would laugh me. | “Oh, very well,”" she saind finally in | Plaue, “then, If you're #ing to be s0 secret about i, you cun sit up alone—there! She flounced off to bed. Bure as 1| | could be at last that I was alone, I | opened the package. | tools that I had orde a coll of wire and some dry cells n I went to the table, unlocked the drawer and put the plan tn my pocket. ! had determined that whether the idea worked or not, no one was to get the plan except by The were the | overcoming me | Although I was no I * | word or two to his valot, expert at wiripg, 1 started to make the comnections under the table with the drawer, not a very to be only temporary and for the night. From the table I ran the wires along the edge of the carpet until I came to the bookcase. There, masked by the books, I placed the little quick shutter camera and at a distance also concealed the flash light pan Next 1 aimed the camera carefully and | focused it on & point above the drawer in the writing table where anyono would be lkely to stand if he attempted to open It. Then I connected the shutter of the camera and a little spark coll in the fiash pan with the wires, u an appa~ ratus to work the shutter such as [ re- called having seen Cralg use. Iinally 1 covered the sparking device with the | fJashlight powder, gave a last look about | and snapped off the light. Up in my bedroom, I must say I felt like “some’ detective and I could not | help slapping myselt on the chest for the ingenuity with which I had dupli- | cated Craig. Then 1 lay down on the bed with my clothes on and picked up a book, de- termined to keep awake to see if any- thing happened. It was o good book, but I was tired and in spite of myselt 1 nodded over it, and then dropped it. “ e In his bungalow, now that 8mith had difficult thing to do as long as it was| BY A. B, (liy specia! permission of the author, The Heo will publisy chapters from the | History of ebraska, by A, E. Sheldon, from week to week ) Logan Fontenelle When the white men first came to Ne braska to live, a hundred yeoars ago, they | touna Indians lived a eity The Umaha y from wlere the Indians everywhere little w of Omana is located. One of the white men, named Lucien Fontanelle, who came up the river from Bt. Louis to hunt and trade with the Indians for furs, bullt a log cabin on the bank of the Missourt river near the Omaha Indian village. Ho hunted and traded many years. He visited the Omaha Indians very often, and after a time he took an Omaha girl for his wife. They lived for many yewrs |more In the log cabin near the river bank. They had four children, who grew up tall and strong and spoke two lan | Fuages—one the Indian language, which [their mother knew. and the other the | French language, for thelr father was a Frenchman. They played all the sum- {mer long under the shade of the great {trees which grew on the bank of the big Iriver. Sometimes they went with thelr !mother's Indian people away across the |prairies to hunt buffalo. Such sport as | they had on these hunta! In the fall \lh-‘)‘ always came back to their home in {the log cabin by the big river One of the boys was named Logan by his father. He grew (o be a very brave nd handsome boy. He learned to speak nglish besides French and Omaha. | When one of the old chiefs died, Logan, who was then a very young man, was mado chief In his place. He was the first Indian chief in our state who could talk with the white men just as well |& white man and with the Indians just as well as an Indian In 184 when more white men began |to come acroas the big river and wanted to buy part of the Indian land, Logan Stories of Nebraska History J SEELDON went to Washington with the other In dian chiefs, who were not able to tal fn the white man's tongue, and helpo them to get as miuch for their land as they could Tne Omaha Indians and the white mer were always at peace, but thers was war between the Stoux and the Omahas. In the summer of 18§ the Omaha In diane left their village by the big river to #0 out west to hunt buffalo. They went along the Eikhorn river for two or thr days and then crossed the prairie toward the Platte, They were in what | now Hoone county when the Sioux In- dians suddenly came over the hills to fight. Then the Omaha women and chil- dren ran back to camp as fast as (hey could, while Logan and several other Omala Indlans went out to fight the Sfoux. Logan had a fine, new double barreled rifle of which he was very proud. It would shoot u great deal far ther than any other gun in the Omaha tribe. The Mloux had not seen a rifle that shot twice without loading and so | were much surprised when they found | what Logan's gun would do. Perhaps | this 1s what cost Logan his life. He rode | boldly out toward the Stoux and when they oharged him he did not retreat, but kept on shooting. Five or six of them mounted on their ponies and made a rush at him. He killed thres, but the others came on and shot and sealped him. Then there waas great sorrow in the camp of the Omahas. They gave up their buffalo hunt and sewed the bodv ot Logan In an elk skin and brought it on two ponles all the way back to the Missouri river. On the top of & little hill | between Oniaha and Bellevue, from which |one can look a long way up and down the river, they dug a grave and buried him. Al the whits men came to the funeral and were sad. All the Indians oried and mourned for many days His grave is near the little tres which you can weo in the picture. hypo trap and picked it up, I held it t¢ the red lght. laine leanod over and looked at the | film with me. There wus & picture of & | masked man, his cap down, In & startied attitude, his hands clapped to his fac completely hiding what the mask and cap dla not hide. “Well, I'l'be blowed!" 1 cried in chagrin at the outcome of what T thought had been my cleverest coup. A little exclamation of astonishment escaped Elaine. I turned to her. “What Is 1t I asked. “The ring!" she cried 1 looked again more closely. On the Ilttle finger of the left hand was'a pe- cullar ring. Once seen, 1 think it was not readily forgotten. “The rin she repeated excitedly. “Don't you remember—that ring? I saw it on Del Mar's hand—at his house—this afternoon!" 1 could only stare. At last wo had a real clue! Tn his bungalow, Del Mar moment threw down his hat off his mask furiously. | What had he done® | “For a long time he sat thers, his at that and tore Kone back again to New York and Wash- | ington, Del Mar was preparing to keep the Important engagement he had told us | about, another of his nefarious nocturnal | expeditions. He drew a cap on his head, well over his ears and forehead. His eyes and face he concealed as well as he could with a mask to be put on later. To his equip- ment he added a gun. Then with a hasty he went out. By back ways. 5o that aven in the glare l'ot automoblie headlights he would not be recognized, he made his way to Dodge Hall. As he saw the house looming up in the moonlight he put on his mask and approached cautiously, Gaining the house, he opened & window, nolselessly turning the catch as deftly as a housebreaker, | and climbed into the living room. A moment he looked around, then tip- toed over to the table. He looked at it to be sure that it was the right one and the right drawer. Then he bent down to force the drawer open “Pouf!” u blinding flash came and a little metallic click of the shutter, fol- lowed by & cloud of smoke As quick as it happened, there went through Del Mar's head the explanation. It was a concealed camera. He sprang back, clapping his hands over his face Out of range for a moment, he stood gazing about the room, the thing. Suddenly he heard footsteps. through the . Just as He divea window that he had opened, someone ran in and switched on the lights, oo Half ploston, up and moving asleep, I henrd o muffled ex as If of a flashlight. 1 started listened. Surely someone was about downstairs. 1 pulled my sun from my pocket and ran out of the room. Down the steps I flung myself two at & tme In the living lights in time through window room, 1 switched on th someone disapy wn open window. I ran to the and looked out. There was o an half doubled up, running around the of the house and iInto a clump of bushes, \ apparently lost. 1 she out of the low and called My onl was an imprecatio and o return volley that shattered the above my head. 1 ducked hastil fell flat on the floor, for in the light streaming out, I must have been good mark 1 was not heard the noise awakened Flaine and she leaped out of bed and put on her kimona. Then she lighted the lights and ran downstairs The intruder had dlsappeared by this time and 1 had got up and was peering out of the window as she came breath- | lessly into the living r What's the matter, anked to me glavs an the onl The person who had quickly Walter she Soneone | those plans broke into I replied. |1 sot his pleture, 1 | vice of Kennedy's. | room and develop it There was no use trying to follow the man further. To Elaine’s inquiry of what I meant, I replied by merely going over to the spot where I had hidden camera and disconnecting It. We went upstairs where 1 Lad rigged up an impromptu dark room for amateur photographle work some before. Hilaine watched me ciosely last I found that I had developed s thing. As I drew the film through the house after “He escaped, but think, by this de Let's g0 into & dark the my days AL the trylng to locate | chin on his hand, gasing before him, planning to protect himeelf and revenge. (To Be Continued.) Stuck on the Bar. 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