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t THE AUGUS, SATURDAY. MARCH 13, 1009.
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IT was a bright morning in early Oc
tober, and Rubieita Gardener was mak
injf bread. She was only thirteen years
old, but her mother had taught her to
make such delicious light white bread
that several of the neighbors had said
that Rubietta ought to exhibit her bread
.at the fall fair, as she would be certain
to get a prize.
At leng-ll, urged bv all her friends,
she had decided to compete. The fair was to be held
oft Friday, so Rubietta prepared her bread on Thurs
if So far, so good!" said Rubietta to herself, as she
' kneaded the dough for the last time. Then she had a
bright idea. "I wonder how it would do to put my lucky
penny In one loji? That might help to get me the
przc I believe I'll do it ; but I won't tell a soul
riot even mother."
She was all alone in the kitchen, and drawing a little
silver coin which she called her "lucky penny" from
her pocket, she washed it carefully, cut a deep slash
in the dough, and dropped in the "mascot." Her cheeks
Vere burning and her eyes- shining with excitement
as she rolled and smoothed the dough until she felt sure -that
the silver was safe in the heart of the loaf, and -,
tihat no one' could guess her secret. Strange to say,
hat particular loaf rose better than any of the others,
and later, when Rubietta drew it from the ovcij, light :
a feather and baked to a delicate brown, her mother
looked at it -critically and said "This certainly is a
fcandsome loaf,!-the best , of the taking; arid you may
i f et second rize",.il you don't get .firsts But don't set
'our heart on being a winner. It often seems as much
a matter of luck as of good baking."
ifMaybe the luck may come my way, then," sug
gested Rubietta. "I've been real lucky since I found
my lucky perny."
i-v, Friday morning dawned clear and cloudless, a brilliant,
example of "October's bright, blue weather." The Gar-,
deners were all ready early, and about half-past eight
Mr. and Mrs. Jones drove up for Fred, Clara and the
.."I'm sorry we haven't room for you, too, Rubietta,"
taid Mrs. Jones, "but some one will be sure to pick you
up", and I'll give your bread to the judges. I'm going
to exhibit some butter and honey, so. I'll hand the bread
in -with my- own exhibits."
'"I'm much obliged to you for taking rfee bread,' said
Rubietta. "I think"! may get a ride from some' one of
the neighbors if I start right away."
f i,Dear me!" she said to herself, "if I only had my
lucky penny in rny pocket I'd be quite sure of a chance.
Vhy didn't I bring it?" And then, suddenly remem
bering where her lucky penny was, she laughed at her
own forgetfulness and looked back once more. .
fpihis time a carriage was approaching, a handsome
carriage with a canopy top and drawn by two. horses.
- Robietta knew it at once. It belonged to Dr. Forrest,
. who lived in Bluevale, a town about six miles from
the Gardeners) in the opposite direction from the fair.
tr, Forres was the Gardeners' family doctor, and some
times, when he came to pay a visit, his wife, too, came
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- "'fff' ' All split up their nighties and jumped (ir$t&
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for the drive, so Rubietta knew them both a little, and
admired them exceedingly.
She thought them very rich and stylish and elegant.
Their splendor quite dazzled her. "Where can they
be going?" Rubietta wondered. "Nottothc fair, sure
ly! They have been away to New York and to the
World's Fair and to England and everywhere, so, of
course, they wouldn't waste their time going to a
little fair like this. Mrsi Jackson is sick; they must be
going to her house." " ' '";'.'-
She walked faster than ever while" making these
reflections, and was almost breathless when, soon after,
AT LAST RUBIETTA HAD THE JOY
she was overtaken, and the doctor stopped his horses
and invited Rubietta to take a scat in the carriage.
She joyfully accepted the invitations The horses
trotted quickly on, "past Mrs. Jackson's without a sign
of stopping, past the two-mile cross-roads, and then
Rubietta became uneasy. '
A short distance ahead she noticed the old white house
and old-fashioned phaeton of Mrs. Wilkins, a stout,
motherly old woman, whom Rubietta knew very well,
as she often went to Mrs. Wilkins's home to buy
butter and eggs. On these occasions Mrs. Wilkins al
ways invited Rubietta to stay to tea, or gave her sqme
cookies, or a piece of pie, or some apples, and once she
gave her a beautiful scarlet geranium in bloom, which
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kept the Gardeners' sitting-room checrfid all winter;
but though sheand Mrs. Wilkins were surh especial
friendy Rubietta-felt.rather uncomfortable as' the doc-
tor's cairi'agc rolled rapidly along and overtook Mrs.
Wilkins's odd-1ookinj turnout, for- it was exceedingly
mortifying to Rubietta to have the Forrcsts hear Mrs.
Wilkins call out, "Good , morning, Rubatta !" ?which
way of saying her name was hard to lear at any time,
but hardest in the presence of such an audience.
Tfie fair vas1 reached a last. . A large number of
people were ' already there when the doctor drove iip
to the gate,; and Rubictta's heart leaped with joy as
she' saw Fred and Clara standing with several of her
schoolmates,' watching' with admiring and envious eyes
while Dr. Forrest lifted her out of the carriage.
After thanking the doctor as fervently as possible,
Rubietta joined the other children, who regarded her
with awe and admiration, and, indeed, she was a per
son of considerable importance. She had arrived at the
fair in splendid style, and, besides, she was an exhibitor,
competing for a prize.
"Mrs. Jones took your bread . over to the Crystal
Palace," was Clara's great news. The Crystal Palace
was a ,hall which served as council-chamber and meet- '
ing-place for several societies. AH the year it was a
rfmmon wooden building, but on fair day" it suddenly
blossomed into a "Crystal Palace." in which w ere placed
all the, exhibits, except, of course, the lire-stock.
F,y the time the children reached the "Crystal Palace"
the doors were open and people were crowding in.
OP READING THE NEW CARD.
Rubietta, with an anxious face and throbbing heart,
managed to work her way into the hall, whkh was
filled with exhibitors and their friends, eager to see
whether or not they; had obtained a prize. Rubietta
passed slowly along with the throng. She had caught
a glimpse of a large table standing on a raised platform
which ran across one end of the hall, and on this table
were placed the bread, pickles, butter, honey and canned
fruit. This table was her goal. Siowly oh,', how
slowly! the crowd moved along, ami Rubietta with it,
until she reached the steps leading up to the platform.
Slrc' could see the table plainly now. The bread was all
at the end nearest to her one, two, three, four, five,
six loaves. She pressed on; another step, and she
saw the coveted fed card on was it on her loaf?
Surely that was ne, impossible ! but yes,-yes, yes! she
would know that loaf of bread among a thousand!
The red card was' on her loaf ! ' ,
Rubietta had won first prize 1
.In the crush she had become separated from the other
children; so that there' Was no one whom she knew to
extilt with her. She had learned her. fate while. still:
orf hc floor. A few minutes more and she had mounted
the steps and "reached fhe table. In making her way'
toward the bread, she passed the butter and the honcyj
and noticed that Mrs. Jones had taken first prize on
butter and third on honey. She paused to read the
cards. The red one said, "First Prize, awarded to Mrs.
Bessie Jones," and the white one said, Third Prize,
awarded to Mrs. Bessie Jones."., . , , '
I'm -glad ; Mrsi-JbrAs Vot . two; prizes." Vrcflected
Rubietta. "I suppose my card will read, "First Prize,
awarded to Miss Rubfetta Gardener." i
A moment later aYid the little girl stood beside her
loaf it was her dear and well-known loaf, no doubt of,
' that and it bore the' precious red card. But what was
this inscription staring her in the facc? "FirstPrize,
awarded to Mrs. Mary "Thompson." Rubietta read it
over and over while her. heart sank. Who "Mrs. Mary
Thompson" was' she did not know, but she did know
that Mrs. Thompson Jiad . been awarded a pri7,e for
bread1 she had not baked. "Mechanically the little girl
read the blue card on. the loaf beside her. own, "Second
Prize, awarded to Miss Rubietta Gardener." She looked
critically at the second-prize loaf. Could she have been
mistaken in her ' own ; bread ? But no, no, no! the
sccoi:d-prize loaf could hc none of hers, though it had
borne her name a dozen times. The judges must have
, mixed the exhibitors' names, and have thought her
bread belonged to Mrs: Thompson and Mrs. Thomp
son's to her.' -- . -" ' '
Som.ethii.ig must be done, and at once. . Some one mii'st
' explain, to the judges; but who were the judges, and
wherevyere they?., The hall was not so crowded bv
j. ""'5 iw'f-.. People wqre beginrung to gather at the race j
track outside, as the races were soon to commence.
Rubietta asked several people if they Could tell her who
judged .the bread before she found anyone who knew..
At last a lady pointed" out a tall man and a" fat man
talking together, and said, "There are two of them."
Rubietta made her way toward these men, determined
to ask for justice.-. She. .sLavI near them for several
minutes 'unnoticed, as she tfid not-like to interrupt
their conversation. At length she said timidly, "If you
please " , Neithcf . of .' the nien heard her. "If you
please ". she ventured, a-little. louder. But she had
to try, the third time' before the;fat man turned to her
and said, Well, my httm girr.iwhat is it?
"If you please, sir' said 'Rubietta, nervously, "I
brought a loaf of bread here. !and it took fust prize!"
"Well, well very good, iiidecd! Did you bake it
"Yes, sir ; but I got only second prize."
"Oh, second prize, was it? Well, that's very good
for a little girl like you." : ' . '
"But please, sir," protested Rubietta, very solemnly,
"I should have had first prize." '
"Xo, indeed," said the fat man. "Second is first-rate
for a cliild like -you. Perhaps"' next year you will get
a red card. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try,
again. . ' . .
Before Rubietta could say anything more, another man
came along and. said to the two judges. "Come along,
or you'll miss the' races"; and they moved toward the
door, leaving her forlornly realizing that she had ap
- pealed to the judges in vain, for they had no.t under- "
stood what she was talking about.
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she- winked them away
-before they c'ould fall. "I won't ; cry she said to her
. self, as she walkod. slowly toward the race-track. . "No,
J won't; no, I woiv'f'-' and, as she-ftpokc, she bumped
against a stout old lady who was approaching the
"Crystal Palace." "Excuse me, please," began Rubi
etta,' looking up ; and then she suddenly surprised the
1 old "lady by throwing lier arms around her and ex
claiming, "Oh, Mrs. Wilkins! dear, dear Mrs. Wil-
kins, how glad I am to sec you!"
"Why, Rubatta, is it you? -. Bless you, fluid, 'I didn't
know voif at first and did "you"gct a prize on' jour
bread?"" 'L.;'" s . : ; ; ". ': '
.In reply. Rubietta, poured forth her talc of woe, to
which Mrs. -Wilkins listened intently. When she had
heard the whole storj', she said, "Well, Rubatta, I know
'' the judgc all hree ot 'cm, and I'll do all I can for
you J but don't be too hopeful." -v.-, c.-, " -- -.
The three jndgci Mi-erc fom.hflwe,.loniry!
1 all listened' very kiridly amf'refwexHullrto Tvhat MrfcV
..-'.Wilkins had. to. say ..v The iUrd-nsyts.i' lafliy 'utty' '. better to me
asked Rubietta a number of :-4&otts 'in'du&gstcd' r:jfi i""bv.t I i
that they -all go "over to thcCrystak Palace," almost
deserted npwfc and look at the1read again. They did
so,-and after. Rubietta told the judges how sure she
was that that loaf, and no other, was' the one she baked,
',the judges began to talk together in low tones. When
; their consultatton.was ended, the lady judge came over,
nt of "MU Jfmest."
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and, laying her hand on Rubietta's shoulder, said kindly:
"I am very sorry, my dear, but we don't feci that, we
arc. justified in changing our awards, as Mrs. Thomp
son is n6t'1ierc to speak' for herself, and the loaves
are so very much alike. Wc.may have rriade a mistake,
but we were very careful, and we "don't, think that we
did. - If either you or Mrs. Thompson had put a mark
on your bread in baking, we could be certain; but as
it is " :.
"Oh, oh, oh !" cried Rubietta, excitedly. "My lucky
penny l my lucky penny! I forgot all about it until this
very moment! ?- .
"What do you mean, Rubietta?" asked "Mrs. Wil
kins. ' i ' '
"Why, I put my lucky penny in my loaf of bread
-when I was kneading it, and it's in there now. Cut
my loaf open and you'll find it How could I have
forgotten it?" :,
' One of the men took a knife and cut slowly through
' the middle of the loaf.! Sure enough, the knife struck
something hard, and there was the lucky penny, ne
to the rescue ! ' '
"Well, I guess it was our mistake,' after all," saTd
the fat man. . "That is a lucky penny for you, surely."
"I think I am lucky to have such a good friend-jas
Mrs.-Wilkins to take so much trouble for me," 'said
Rubietta, putting her arm through her 'friend's arm,
blushing at the thought of how coolly slie; had bowdd.to
Mrs. Wilkins that very morning. - ' ''-'
"That's right," said the tall man.. "They say, ;'A
friend in need is a friend indeed.'"" "
Then new cards were produced, and at last Rubi
etta had the joy of reading on a red card:
FIRST PRIZE, . "
.Miss Rubietta Gasdenek. .
"What are you going to do with your prize-money,
Rubietta?" asked aaraT;..,, ' V ,l V Ji
"If mother will Jet me, I want .to -spend a dollai. tf
it for a present for Mrs! Wilkins. 'May I, mother?'
"Yes, dear. You can spend that money any way .you
like, 'Rubietta, dear. You surely had a hard enough
time getting it," said her mother. ; " ,r
"Mrs. Wilkins has always been '.very good to yon,
pcVTr jsaid her-father ; and then he' added, a little
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even- i f she doe's call . you 'Rubatta. " i
know it " said Rubietta. "She's been a eood al
than I have to her,", she. went on, blush-
learned a good many things to-day, and !
dort't care what she calls me after this: She was .'a
friend in need.'" - ' . . '?'
And - so was your lucky pennv," was Fred's
gestibn: ' ' ''
"Ycs, that is true," said Rubietta;
I was silly when I put it in."
and yet I thought
"rpHE nicest man I ever saw,"
JL Said little Nan to me,
""Is the one who stands outside our school;
When we're let out at three. ' '. ';.
"He's dressed just as the soldiers arej
-r- . - ue wcars g0u buttons, too ; ""
' And he stands up so proud and straight,
The' way the soldiers do. ' ' ...
"He always says, 'Come, little kids,
. : Til take you 'cross" street'; and
I guess 'cause I'm the littlest girl
; He always holds my hand.
"And all the cars and horses stop
He's so big they don't dare
To say 'Get up' and drive 'em on,
Because he's standing there.
"He makes believe to chase- the boys, .
. And shakes hjs fist, and then
'Jit laughs . and laughs, and .they all ewne, -
A-scampering back again.
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"Sometimes he pats me on the head.
And says. Ho! little girl, . .. '
You going to wait till Christmas conies '
To cut me off that curl ?k
"And one time when it rained,' the street
4 Was muddy, and I cried; '
He picked me up and carried me
Right to the other side. . ..' "
: "The nicest" man I ever saw," " " .' . i
Said little Nan to me, "
"Is,the one who stands outside our school ' v.
.When we're leUout at three."
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. - w ThEODOSU PlCXEXIKG GAtMSON.