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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1910.
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By Nancy Byrd Tvirner.
We followed the Rainbow Road
When the storm had grumbled by.
The rainbow stood by the big east wood
With its top against the sky.
Dot and the dog and I,
The dog with the curly tail
And a spade to dig for our treasure big,''
A spade and a new tin pail.
(She was the company, I in command.
And the dog went along to guard the band).
The colors came down to the ground,
Somebody told us so
And somebody told how a pot of gold
Was hid at the end of the bow.
We hurried along, a-row.
Ready to seek and find; .
I led the lot and next came Dot
With the curly-tr.ilrd doe behind.
(She was a girl and so, in case
Of danger. 1 gave her the safest place.)
O, we were almost there.
And we would have been rich, no doubt,
But the wind came by with a dreadful cry.
And the Beautiful Bow went out.
When we turned to look about
The great black dart had come i
We" ran so fast that Dot was lost
And the dog was the first one home.
(And the rainbows come and the rainbows go.
But Dot and the dog and I we knozc-) I
- By FLORENCE PELTIER.
FTER Helen and Clinton had made fudge,
looked over their stamp collection, and
read stories, they moped disconsolately,
wondering what to do next. I ney were
Kitting on the window-seat in the library, and
looking out into the orchard.
"This is the horridest time of the year." said
Clinton. The last week of February and the first
half of March have nothing pleasant about them,
and there are mud and slush everywhere!"
"And it's so ugly-looking out of doors, too," added
Helen, "with patches of snow here and there.
: Even the sky is dull much of the time. There isn't
anything pretty anywhere."
A silence followed, made dreary by the monot
onous tick-tock of the great clock. Presently Helen
aid: "There goes William with a ladder, a saw,
and a big knife. 1 wonder what he's going to do?"
"I heard grandpa tell him," answered Clinton,
"to trim the trees in the orchard. See, that's what
he's starting to do now."
William placed the ladder against a hoary old
cherry-tree, climbed up, and sawed off a branch
that divided into three smaller branches, each about
ihree feet long. And so he went from tree to tree,
:utting off small branches here, larger ones jhere,
antil apple, pear, and cherry trees looked "as IS
:hey'd just had their hair cut," Clinton snid.
Suddenly Clinton's listless air vanished.
"Oh, I say, Helen! I've an idea! I read some
where, once upon a time, can't say when or where,
that fruit-tree twigs and branches cut off from the
trees late in February or early in March, and
brought in the house and put into water, will blos
"Do you believe it?" asked Helen.
"It might be true. Anyhow, suppose we get
som and try it."
"All right." agreed Helen. "Let's put them in
that empty room on the third floor. It's warm and
sunny up "there; and let's not tell a soul about it
and then if the branches do blossom, how we can
Helen and Clinton were soon out of doors and in
the orchard. Underneath a pear-tree Helen found
two very graceful branches, each nearly four feet
long. Clinton picked up the large cherry branch
William had sawn off first of all. Then the,y gath
ered apple boughs and smaller cherry and pear
branches, and even large twigs.
, Helen looked doubtfully upon 'the bare brown
"It doesn't seem possible that flowers will ex'cr
prow on these dead-looking things," she said.
""That's so." answered Clinton. "But, anyway,
we'll experiment. If you'll carry them upstairs I '11
run down cellar and get some empty jam-jars."
"You 'II want something bicger than iam-iars for
-m-e of the branches!" exclaimed Helen, as she
6tms;zed to press tajsthcr the srawliaj; branch
of the big cherry bough so that she could put it
through the kitchen door. "It's lucky N'orah is in
her own room and mother out making calls, for
they'd want to know right off what we were doing."
By the time Helen had carried the branches and
twigs upstairs, Clinton had brought up from the
cellar two large pickle-jars and several jam-jars;
and, after filling them with water, he set them in
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the empty third-floor room where the sun would
not shine directly on them, for Helen had suggested
that "as it isn't good for slips from plants to be
put right in the sunshine, perhaps it's the same
with tree cuttings." . "
The large cherry and pear branches were placed
in the pick!e-jars, the twigs and small branches in
"I wonder if anything really will happen," said
"I wonder!" echoed Helen.
A week passed, and little brown buds swelled on
twigs a:id branches. .Three or four days later tiny
green points broke through the brown buds on the
pear branches and twigs, and on the cherry curious,
pale-green filaments came out. The apple branches
still had or.Jy brown buds.
Helen and Clinton kept their secret- well, and
miuxv -is-ure the stealtky trL la th r&aza .
third floor to watch the wonderful transfornation.
Soon the fairest, tenderest minute leaves covered
the pear branches. The filaments on the cherry
branches were long and, at first, very curly, and
then they grew Ir.rger, round and straighter, and
showed plainly that they were stems for the blos
soms and th" cherries. Finally a day came when
"That was a pleasant dream," said mother. ,
"But it wasn't a dream, and Helen isn't joking."
broke in Clinton. "I 've seen them, too.'
two or three greenish-white buds showed on the
pear branches. Very rapidly the buds grew now,
branches. The flowers were well opened, and there
were quantities of them. They were as large as if
they had blossomed out of doors in the natural way.
The air was sweet with their delicious perfume.
The children turned from the blossoms and looked
out of the window at the trees, whose naked
branches still shock "against the cold." How amaz
ing the indoor contrast!
"We'll have the surprise to-morrow morning."
said Clinton; and the children tiptoed downstairs,
whispering about their plan.
The next morning, when mother sat behind the
bubbling coffee-urn, and father was cutting the
omelet, and Norah was passing the mufnns, Helen
"I have seen p ar-blossoms this morning."
"In a picture-book?" asked her father, smiling.
"Xo; I have seen real pear-blossoms. They grew
on the branches of the pear-trees that are in the
golden hearts. Helen was beside herself with de
light. She put the blossoming pear branches
where the morning sun would shine upon them.
Five days afterward. Helen and Clinton, just
home from school, stood in the flower room, as
they called it. locking in wonder on the pear
thickly clustered over the pear branches, and
seeming like huge pearls hanging among the green
pear leaves. Buds appeared on the ends of the fila
ments, or stems, of the cherry bough, but there
were no leaves; and the apple branches sent out
little green spears. Finally a half dozen pear
blossoms unclosed their milky petals, showing their
Written and Illustrated by M. I. WOOD
XCE upon a time there was a woman called
Mrs. - Stockchen and she had a son named
Hans. They lived together in a little cot
tage and they had a hen and a cow.
One morning Mrs. Stockchen said to her son,
"Hans, my dear, will you take Cowslip, the cow
to pasture, and remember not to be late for supper."
"Very well," said Hans, and he took up his stick and
started for the field.
The sun was very hot when he got there, and
seeing a row of five shady trees, he lay down under
neath them and fell asleep in two seconds. He
snored with his mouth open. Cowslip had been
watching him and when she saw his eyes close, she
said, "Now! here's my chance!" and, jumping over
the fence, she ran away.
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Hans stopped snoring and awoke at supper-time.
He looked for Cowslip, but she had disappeared; he
ran about calling for her, but she did not come;
and at last he went home to his mother with a very
sad face and said: "Oh, mother. Cowslip ran away
while I was asleep. I have looked for her and can
not find her an here."
Father, mother, and Norah looked out of the
windows. It was a raw, blustering March day, and
even Norah couldn't help smiling at the idea of
pear-blossoms in the orchard in such weather.
"What do you mean, children?" asked father.
"Please excuse me a minute and I '11 show you,"
said Clinton, jumping up from the table and run
ning upstairs. He returned shortly, carrying in
each hand a pear branch covered with white, sweet
Exclamations of delight and questions and ex
planations came in such a jumble that breakfast
was forgotten. Nora was sent for the big Japanese
vase, and mother arranged the pear branches in it.
Then, after finishing breakfast, it was a little cold,
but nobody minded, Helen and Clinton led the
way to the flower-room, and showed their parents
the cherry branches covered with buds, the other
pear branches in blossom, and the green points on
the apple boughs.
The twigs and small branches of pear-blossoms
were given to friends and carried to school; and,
after enjoying the big pear branches at home for
three or four days, they were taken to the children's,
hospital. All wfeo saw the flowers were delighted
The cherry-blossoms came to their full perfection
about five days after the pear-blossoms had reached
their prime. The large cherry bough was by far
the most beautiful of all the branches. The flowers
were very large, and their perfume filled not only
the room they were in, but the whole house was
permeated with their sweetness. For two weeks the
branch kept its perfect and transcendent loveliness.
The apple-blossoms were disappointing. They were
but little over half their normal size, and had not
even a tinge of pink.
Helen and Clinton photographed the pear and
cherry branches out of doors; "for," said they, "if
we ' take the photographs indoors, nobody will
believe these branches blossomed early in March.
It's the only way to prove that we got ahead of
"You lazy, careless, naughty, careless, naughty,
lazy Boy!" cried Mrs. Stockchen. "You have left
my poor cow wandering all alone. She will lose
her way in the dark. Just you go and find her this
instant. You will get no supper till j-ou bring her
back, or my name is not Matilda Maria!"
Mrs. Stockchen had rown quite scarlet with rage,
and she shook the soup-ladle at her son to make him
go faster. It was getting quite dark by the time
Hans reached the field again and nowhere did he
see any trace of the cow. He did not know in what
direction she had gone", so he walked round and
round the field, feeling very miserable.
Just as 10 o'clock was striking. Cowslip stepped
out from behind a tree, and kneeling at Hans's feet.
said in a choking voice, "I am really very sorry,
Hans." "Well," said Hans, "I am sorry too, but
let us get home now." So they set out, tired and
But when they came within sight of the light in
tfcir own cottage window- thev met two soldiers
who stopped them, and asked what they were doing
out so late. "We're just going home," said Hans.
"Why," said the soldiers, "you ought to have been
there two hours ago." "Well, I couldn't help it,"
said Hans, "this cow ran away and I had to fetch
her before going home to supper."
"Boy!" said the soldiers, "you are not speaking the
truth, you have stolen the cow, and you are very
impertinent as well. We will take you to prison "
They tied a rope around Hans's neck and put
another round the cow's, and took them to prison.
They put Hans into a dungeon full of horrid crea
tures, but they let poor Cowslip wander about in
the fields outside.
One morning when Hans was crying because the
door was locked and because the window bars
lopked so strong. Cowslip heard him. She came up
beside the window, and standing on her hind-leg
she peeped in and said, "llans, my dear master, do
you think that if I tried to knock down the wall with
my horns, you could get out?" "I will try," said
Hans. It was rather hard work for Cowslip, bot at
last she made a big enough hole and Hans leaped
out. He knocked off his hat in doing so, but then
Hans didn't care about a little thing like that. He
jumped on her back, and away they went, over fallen
trees, stones, ditches, hedges, everything. They
came in sight of the cottage at last, and the sound
of their approach caused Mrs. Stockchen to look
out of the window. When she siw who it was she
fairly jumped for joy and she rushed out at once to
meet them. '
Hans fell m'O' his mother's arms. And they il
lived Kannilv ever aiterwaid