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GOOD STORIES FOR BRIGHT BOYS AND GIRLS.
CHAPTBR 1. Thls, Llttlo One, Is tho story of Ethel iflvlra, wbo llvcvl In the wlld Northland, just wbero tlio pine troes come down to vcep Into the nilrrnr of a great lnko. Kthel Klvlra were her "Sunday-go-to tneetlng" names, nml they went wlth n flress that hnd lot."! of March, a susli that bad Iots of rustlo, ond new shoes that hnd lots of squcak. On week days her mother called her "IJuddlo," whlch ls shorter and oaslor to say, espoeially lf one ls ln a liurry?ns Btiddlo's mother al? ways wn?. Buddle llved i In a log houso a short ptone's-thrnw frnm tho shoro of (tbe lake. And a wlld shoro It wns?not at nll tbe enrt of Bhoro thnt you, Little One, would llke; for thore was no snndy bench. to dig ln. Here nnd thero wero short skctches of roiigh gravel, whlch somo day would be snnd. but mostly It wns black rock r.nd deep, cold water, whlch tho sun nov-. cr succeeded In warmlng. As far ns you could see up nnd down tho lnko, there wns no otber houso! and Ihe only blur on the wlde sweep nf dark blue water was the tnttered sall of somo cc-stless Indlan, or tho trnillng smoko of it dlsfant steamer. Thore wns only one rnnd ln al! tbe coun? ty rourabout, nnd thls kept so close to tho lnko (forlfear, very llkely, lt would get lostl thnt there wns ,1ust room be? tween nnd the wnter for the log Iioiimc and a'small haek-yhrd for the chlckens. Across thc, road wns a eleared spaco, slop tng up over a hlll. nnd In thls grcw pota toes, onlons, turnlps nnd other vegctnbles th.'-.t coi'-ld stnnd a cold ellmnto; fnr Bud dle's linmo was so fnr north. real wlnter Irsted slx months, nnd snmetimes longcr. There wasn't nny sprlng to speak of (wlthout complnlnlngl nnd nobndy could tel? when summer ended and autuinn bn ?gan. Buddle wasn't very old. but sho was old enough to havo three brothors younger thnn herself?one of them a wee tot, wbo elept in n hammock near tlio kltchen slbvo, where mothor could keep tho pot e-bolllng and tho crndle a-swlnglng nt tlio namo timc. Whnt wlth looking after tho wns only n dog, nnd n. yclloW one at t^hat; but he lind one good quallty that evon a yellow dog cnn havo; he was entlroly de Voted to hls young mistross, nnd followcd her about llke?well, llke a dog. If she wandered too far up or down the rond, or scomed to he dlsregardlng her mothor's commnnd to koep out of tho wood, ho would tako hold of her dress wlth hls teeth and gontly pull her bnck. Ono morning, iiiiiisunly warm. Buddlo was sittlng on n doad, moss-covcred cednr tree, Just Inslde tho edge of the wood; throwlng llttle Ftlcks for Colonel to fetch. Bolng a young dog ho wanted to play all clov long, and he eottldn't understand why Biiddle should grow tlrod of Ihrowlng thlngs when ho nover grow tlred fetchlng them. "No; you nccdn't hark," sho Fald. "It's too warm to plny nny moro." Sho bont tn tio her shoe-strlng, nnd Col? onol, thliiklng nnother stlck wns comitig, yolped wlth dellght, nnd crouched for tho spring. "You Mlckiilona dog," eald Buddlo. "You'ro so hot now you can hardly breatho. Oh. what protty tlowers!" sho crlcd, suddenly notlclng somo whlto blow snmr, growing ln tho moss of the log on whlch she wns sittlng: nnd sho began to gttther them Into n lxniquot, talklng re provlnglv tho whllo to Colonel, who wna more Interorted ln stlcks thnn flowors, and bnrfced ploadlngly for just ono moro. 1 want to toil you somethlngf nbout tho Blrang- (lower Buddlo found, Llttlo One, because it iws over so much to do wlth thls story. Botnnl8ts cnll lt "Clrcao al pmn," but you nov.-.r could remembor that. The other'namo for It ls "Enchontor's Nlghtshnde," whlch you may not forget s.i easll.v. It Is a smnll flowor, nnd the flower boolis do not say much about it; but I feol qulto sure lt must have orlg natod on the. Aen.cn n Isle, whero Clreo tho Knchnntress llved ever so many years ngo. I thlnk vory llkely Ulysses, whom you wlll road nbout somo dny, carrled off the soeds of It when ho sailed away from tho Island, and In the courso of time the flower reached our lnnd. Anywn.y, you would have guessed there wns somo sort of enchautment ln the bouquct Buddle THROWING STICKS FOR COLONEL. threo boys, cooking meala, sowlng nnd "l.eoplng thu houso lo rlghta" tho mother had all sho could do wlthout watchlng Buddlo; und her father was away nll day, helplng to "Improve" the road, which was in a sad way, or huntlng for tho cows, Whlch Bometlmes went doop Into the wood to escapo the tormentlng flles. As the oldest brothor usually spent hls tlmo "helplns father," anu as cburo was no other llttlo glrls !?? play wlth, Puddie hnd to amuse ji.ts.Ii aa best sho could, One way was (b turn tho pages of a blg, flne book of anlmal Btorles, n Chrlsunas gtft from a Bummor tourlst acq ilntance; nnd when all the plctures hud been looked i ?. for the hundrodth time, Bhe w mld call !, r dog "Colonel" and ramblo along tho ridgo of the wood beyond the road, In tho hope ot seeljiy at leaBl some of the ani inr.ls plctured In h'-r Imok. Mut she nev? er surprlsod one, though sho tnlght per Iwps have como upon a rabbit or a Bqulr. i.-i if Colonel liad not beon along, she nevei went moro t|ian a v.-ry itttle her motln i ? i ild .... ??'!..? I ear n I) eat vou up." And >" lt w is i! ? i thi w >od tre_> and thlckly-growlng > . ,, .- oneg, Durlng the day, whon tha * .:. ..- i rept lu tluough every rruok, it was hoci ful among tho l laes and ttrs ??? und a great de-'l ho.-nicl to be [ ing oii lliero; but when evenlng carne on H grew dark and gloomy, nnd oh, so trtlll, ? nlgiit tbe only speok of llght for mlli nnd miks came from the lo^-housa wln dcw. luther a lonely placo, you'd suy, for a Jitilo girl to grow up ln. liut Buddio peyi ? thought of that. Bho was always buay, *nd tho day? passed qulckfy enough. Ut _iiw?. ihu had Colonel to .>lay wlth., Ho y _. gnthored, ovon If I hndn't trled to explnln; for nn sooner bad she fnstened lt under her hair ribbon thnn Colonel oxclulined ln "really talk": "Who enres nbout floworsl Throw me liliOtlll'l- stlck m fotch!" TIIK YKLLOYV DOG. lf 1 weie tn gpenk to ynu, Llttlo OilP, In "Heally talli, " 1 ,l;,re sny ynu would jump a foot Buddlo was so startled she almost rolled off tlie log?whlch ls sup posed tn be nn easy thing to do ovon when you are nOl frlghtuiicd. "Why, ColOtlOl!" she erled, "I didn't know you oould talk," "Indoed?" suld Colonel. "Well, I assuro ynu I i.iii nn oxcollont talHer, If yon Btavt mo off on Htibjeota in whlch 1 am In torosted Llke nll persona that renlly havo Bomethitig t,, bay, i nced to be I drawn out," j Certalnly be dld not talk llko a common I flog, and be dld nnt |ook llke llke ona. He held hln head proudly, nnd his lutl liad an upward apd orlstoeratlo sweep, Could ti.ls 1,1 tlie samo yellow dog that be.r !.-:,.!? 1. !:? ! .,i..wi,.l and iieeusod of siealln ,.- ? ' U idflle rubbed hor eyea j llord ' ? i 'i nguln V,-s; lt was tjio ? Bamo ? v ?:.,, his neck was the ropo ' collar wlth whlch she tlragged hlm about, j lu ud mioii i,, bolllg an easy talker. I Colonel Boouied tn be somathtnB <,f ;i intnrt j rpiidor. "it la a common bellef,'1 be went nn, "that ?'.l yellow dogs are good fOf ls ! to klck around, nr t,, put tho blatno on l T.'licn 6Kgs are |nl8g|ng, NbW, I do nnt llke I eggg, und 1 do liot know of a hlm;lri ycl i low do|; that doi-s. lt only gOCH lo prnve i tim old Baylng that lf you glvo a.yellow j dog a had nome lt will stlck to hlm llko I a burr to hls tall. Hut show me a yellow j dog that ls not thu equal. lu Inlelllgenco, I good luiinnorH, pourage and flibllty, of ! any black or brown dog." I Altl-.oiiKh LialdlL- llv.-il a long way from any vljlage, she had S' ? n a great many ! dog?, Thoso wero mottly Intllan ours, i wolfi?h<iook.!ng creatum, and thn great* e?t thloves lu the wuhl. Negloetcd by j iheir pyyners, they I u (ged i rorywhere, tr&vellng mllfs ln lea'rol I I iod, and ,-at tha1 be w;--< a mwl nlc? dog than ih : ivenous ? i. at ire? that i imi slink Ing uiound ii., |pg ni !jm' i ?<?)->? now and lu ?'?'? !?":???' d' plckiug up a. meal of ; ? ? j arlngi or eggfpo/lla. : say, glva tha yellow mog n show," do ?n?l, fclttlng up\on hls huunchea ? i maklng a grand flburisdi wlth hls I r:tht foiepaw. "Othor Uojjo Jiavo uhowu, l 1 TO RECITE "THE SWORD OF LEE." John XV. Willinms, Jr., Is the brlght llttle son of Mr. and Mrs. John W. Williams, of Pearlsburg, Vlrglnla Mr, Willinms, Scnlor, Is the popular clerk of the Vlrglnla Housp of Delegates. Maetor John W, will recl'.e "Tlio Sword of Lee," by Fathor Ityan, in an entertaln? ment to be given at tho Confederato Bazaar, under tho dlrectlon of .Mrs. Georgo A. Lyon. but you never hcar of n yellow dog show. Lot justlco be done though tho sky falls." Wlth hls left forepaw ho made another grand flourlsh. and pau'sed for a reply. But all Buddlo could thlnk^ of ? was, "I'm surc lt wouldn't be nlco to havo the sky full." "Oh, that ls Just a flguro of spooch, llke 'let justlco bo dono,' " said Colonol. "Xo body oxpects tho sky to fall, though I darc say It would fall if Justlco were done. Bi.ddln dld not qulto understand what a flguro of speech was, but, llke a great many older people, sho was Impresaed by largo words and nn eosy style of tosslng them off; and it soemod to her that Colo? nel was a vory superlor person?if you could call a dog a person. "Ii." there aro no moro stioks to fetch." said Colonol, dropplng ngaln upon all fours, "I thlnk I will mako a few calls on my frlends in tho wood." "Won't you get lost?" aaked Buddlo, poerlng doulitfully into the dark grove of Bpruce nnd bals.im flr. "1 havo nover been lost yet," repliod Colonol, tosslng hls hond. "I vory often go mlles Into the wood, for I cnn always t.ose rny way bnck agaln. How would you llko to pay a visit to my frlend, the Lazlost Beaver? Wo'll bo suro to flnd hlm at home." "Benvers aren't lnzy," said Buddlo. There was a beaver ln hor book of anlmnl stoiies, nnd under it the rhyme: "B ls for Boavor, who's never a shirk; For whon he's not slceplng. he's always at work." And she had ofton heard her father say, when ho came homo tlrod at twllight, that ho hnd "worked llke a beaver." "1 havo known a gront many beavers ln my tlmo," Colonel repliod, "and 1 never know ono to do a stroke of work if ho could get out of lt. Indeed, 'lnzy as a beaver" Is a common expresalon in thoso pnrts. My frlend tho Laziest Beaver nov? er worked In his llfe." "Well, let'a go to seo hlm!" crled Bud? dlo, hnpplly. "Only don't go fnst, ns I can't Jiunp over thlngs tho way you can." "Nover foar," roplled Colonol. "I wlll show you tho easlest pnths. Bosldes, thero Is no hurry, as wo havo all day be? foro us." As ho spoke he cleored a hiigo log wlth a groceful lcap, nnd led tho way Into a thlcket of young poplar treos. Now, 1 am qulto suro, Llttle One, thnt ln golng Into tbo wood, Buddlo dld not moon to dlsoboy her mother; she nover beforo had done so. You aro to hollevc, tlco. Tho little branchcs caught hor in her hair and trled to poke out her eyes, But she soon learncd to bcnd her head at tho rlght tlmo nnd shield her eyes -wlth Iier'nrm; nnd as they got deeper Into the wood, where the proud plne trees grew atid thc llttlo buslies dared not lntrudo, walking becamo almost as easy as along a road. "This frlend of mlne. Lazlest Beaver." sald Colonel, when Buddle stopped for a little rest, "Is always golng to do some thing, but never getr, around to lt. He's been golng to re-bulld a dam for I don't know how long, and he's always talklng about repalrlng hls house. e.'hlch fell down about hls ears last summer. But be'd rather slt ln the sun and tell storles and exchange news. He's tho groatest gosslp in the woods?the crows nre noth? ing to hlm?nnd every one that wants to flnd out nnythlng goes strnlght to hlm." "Whero does hn Uve?" asked Buddle. "Just a little way from here, at Beaver tOwn. lt used to be qulte a vlllage, but last year tbe beavers movod to a better Vlllage up tho rlver. Thc Lazlest Beaver wns too lnzy to follow them; so he llvcs nll alone In hls tumbledown houso, by tho side of hls tumblednvm dam, and llcs out In thc sun all day, and has Just the lazl? est tlmo ln thc world. Shall wo move nlong ngaln?" They rcsumed thelr Journey, nnd pres ontly camc to what scemod to Buddle a pnth. But Colonel explnlnc-d that It was only a deer traln, runnlng down to the rlver, the ronr of whlch now reaehed thelr ears, aud that lt led the other way to no whoro ln partlcular. "Ooodness! Must we cllmb over that?" crled Buddle, stopplng before a wlndfall, a tangled ma.ss of trees whlch somo great wlnd -had blown down. "Lie flat on my back and hang on tlBlit," sald Colonel. Buddle dld as dl reeled, and wlth a few easy leaps. Colo? nel passed tho obstructlon and Innded snfely on the other side. They way now led down hlll to the rlver, whlch rushed by them nll covorod wlth the foam of mlles nnd mlles nf raplcls; and It looked so wlld and dangerous thnt Buddlo hesl tnted, when Colonel agaln dlrceted her to get on his back. "Oh, lt's nothing nt nll," he nssured her. And lndeed It wns nothing for hlm; for, lenplng from rook lo rock, ho clcared tho strenm ln four Jtimps; Just nbovo where they Innded a smaller strenm camo In, nnd along the bank thin Colonel led tbe way, untll thoy camn to a meadow of lall wlld grass, whlch bor WITH A FEW EASY LEAPo COLONEL PASStZD OVEH THE OBSTRUCTION. that tho bouquet of Knehnnter's Night Bhade In lur hulr wns to 1.1;.-.10, just us it wns the causio of overythiiig ftlse that happeued to her thut woadeiiul ctiy. At flrst Buddie hud soino truuhlo in fol. lowlng her guldo, who slipped through tho brusb "vdjUU uu case boin ot much, yruc \ J I the llttlo rlvor on "? fa^thOF I>ank. Colonol onco moro played tho part rrybont, nn.i iu a few mlnutcs moro, arrl ,?< 1 ut H.-avortoWii pyi giit, lij . i--aiiipson-llodgea Co? Chicago. (.To b? continuwj ug_i flunday.) . . . THE . . . STORY-TELLINQ MACHINE. X. The story-telllng machtno ln tho houso of Wally Wanderoon, tho llttlo old man who la looklng for the Good Tlmes we used to have, has told sun dry talos thnt do not entlroly pleaso, whoreupon Drusllla ncornfully tolls what sho consldors real storles worth llstcnlng to. "I dunner what ho tnlkln' 'bout," said Drusllla roforring to tho lnst remnrk of the dlscredlted story-tolllng machino, "but lf he fool wid mo I'11 whlrl In nn' tell 'lm oump'n ho aln't novor hcnr tell un." "I'd thank you klndly," tho professlonal story-tollor declared. "Ia you ovor hear talk er Bror Babblt an' do Beo?" DriiBllla's tono was allghtly Biiapplsh, for sho had a dlm ldea thnt thn atory-tollor had commonted unfavorr ably on tho tale she had told. "Brothor Rabblt nnd tho Boe?I don't thlnk I evor dld," repliod tho mnn In tho box. "But It prorhlses well. Brothor Bab? blt nnd tho Bee?that Is a good tltle." "Tltlel" protosted Drusllla, "Whnt you call lt dat fer? 'Taln't no tltle; It's dos plaln ovo'y day tale." "Oh, do toll lt, Druslllal" crled Bweetost Susnn. "I've heard you tell It onco, but I have forgotton It." "Dat aln't sayln' much fer do talo," l apondod Drusllla. '"Taln't much, but lt'B bottcr dan dem whnt you-nll been tellln'." Theroupon Drusllla bogan to plck her fln ger nalls, a sure algn1 of ombarraBsmont, Presently sho began and told tho story of BROTHER RABBIT AND THIO BEE. "Doy wuz a tlmo whon Brer Rabblt hnd a mlghty hablt er chnwln' sweotgum, Day ln nn' day out, no matter whar you seod hlm, hls Jaw would bo a-workln'; an' 'twan't no cud dat ho liad; it wuz des plaln sweotgum. Ef ho fall tcr fln' It fresh tor his han' ho'd bark do fust sweotgum tree he oum ter aa' den go back dar In a day or two an' glt do truck what oozo out at do placo whar ho gnyawcd de bark off. Ho done dls bo much dat all hls fambly, an' der fnmbllns atter 'em, down tcr dls day an' time, dono got in do habits er workln' der Jawa nn' barkln! moBt ovo'y tree doy oomo ter. Dey don fergit all 'bout do BWeetgum, ylt rtnt ain't hender um fum workln' der Jaws nn' bnrkln' trces. "Well. one day, whlles Brer Rabblt wuz takln' a walk ln do woods for ter glt de frcsh alr ho run 'orossa great blg sweotgum tree. Somo un had Btrlp de dark fum ono slde, an' lt wuz falr reekln' wld sweotgum?not de yollor Rort dat b'urns yo' mouf, but do whlto klnd dat tas'os good. Whon Brer Rabblt sey all dls. ho mako up hls mln' dat hc'U glt hlB riii er aweotgum, an' tako somG ter >do ol' 'oman nn' do chillun. "Brer Rabblt feel so good, he dld, dnt he took off hla hat an' sot lt on ono sldo er hls head, nri' strut up tor do sweotgum troe, an' rap on de bark llko he knockln' an* Jump, an' dough <lo blg trco wbnr Mr. Beo live at wuf, n mlghty fur ways, twant long 'fo doy got dar. "Do door or Mr. Bee's house wnn't so mlglity fur fum de?Broun', an* whon hls fatnbly hoar somo uri knockin' dnr, dey swnrm out fer tor seo whnt do troiiblo wuz, an' no aooner |s dey como out, dan doy see Brer Rabblt wld de slck Bce, nn' wlilles dey wuz mlghty sorrj; fcr tor seo ono er der fambly In a bnd way, dey wuz mlghty glad ter know dnt Brer Bablt wuz good nuff fcr tcr fetch 'lm homo; an' doy say dey aln't nothln' In der houso too good fer 'lm. / "Brer Babblt thank you klntlly, nn' siy ho nln't done no mo' dan whnt he'd speck some us tor do fer hlm?not dnt ho spoct cdany an' overybody ter do lt. keze dar wuz Brer Fox what hnd been er pursuln' on nftor hlm nn' hls fambly sonce do year Ono. Bon all do becs, der slstern nn' der brers, *ny dat dey wlsh doy'd know'd lt long 'fo dls. knzo doy' 'a' mndo It hot fer Bror Fox. "Bror Rabblt eay dey rtiay havo a vlslt fum Bror Fox dnt vo'd dny er do dny atter, kazo ho done henr Brer Fox say that lie know whnr dey vVuz a beo tree, an' dat ho wuz gwlnter glt somo or do honey. Bon de Boon sorter llf der wlngs nn' trut 'roun' nn' say doy hope lie'll come ter der house. "Whllcs dey wuz Jawln' wld ono nn er, some nn um crawled on Bror Babblt, nn' when ho fllnchod dey nx 'lm what de mnttor. Bror Rnblt 'low. he dld, dat he wuz born tlckllsh nn' he'd dle tlckllsb, nn' dey hatter scruzen 'lm. Becs got lotiT mo' sense dan folks, nn' soon ns dey Kn" out dat Bror Rabblt In tlckllsh, dey gun ter play pranks on 'lm. Doy'd zoon 'roun' hls hend, nn' llght on hls years, nn' dey kop dnt up tell Brer Rabblt cfm't do nothln' but dodgo, fus' ono way nn" don dnt, an' de, mo" he dodge, de wuzz de Bees got, an, he des bleezo ter tell um good-byo. "Dey foller'd 'lm lltle plece, de Been dld, des fer do fun or de thing, but blme by dey turn 'roun an' went back home. Dey aln't sooner do dls, dan hero come Brer Fox prancln' thoo do woods wld? 'Ifowdy, Brer Rnbblt, howdy, nn' whar you been dls long tlme, an' how's yo' fnmbly nn' nll de chlllun?' Brer Rnbblt say dey aln't rtoki" so mlghty'well, nn' den he nx Brer Fox how hls folks ls. Bror Fox say dey er ' des nntchally fcrumptlous, fat ez buttor. nn' hnppy ez de dny's long. Brer Rnbblt sny he mon stus glnd ter hear nech good news. "Den Brer Fox sny: "Whnr you bin, Bror Rnbblt, nn' whar you glt so much nlce s-weetgum?' Brer Rnbblt 'low, ho dld, dat he got It nt de glttln' plnec, whlch it wuzn't so mlghty fur off. Brer Fox nx "lm whar do placo wuz, an' Brer Rnbblt dat ef Brer Fox'll make llke he's rur.nln' atter 'lm, hc'll show 'lm de 'Howdy, Brer Rabblt? "Howdy," says Brer Fox. at do door. He start tor say, 'Howdy, evorybody,' but bofo' ho kln glt de words out'n hls mouf, ho Jork hia han' 'wny fum do treo, an fotched a squall dat mought or boen hourd a mlle. Ho donu das Uko do treo burn hlm, but 'twunt no burn; 'twuz dos a boo? an' a mlghty llttlo un at dat?ono or dezo yer klnd what w'ar black strlpod brltches. "Bror Rabblt say, 'WhiA you want tor st'ob mo wld yo' knlfo fer?' Mr. Boe 'low, 'What you mnKh mo fer?' Bror Rnbblt sny ho aln't see do Beo toll nttor bo got stobbod. Mr. Beo 'low, 'You s?en mo now, don't you?' Bror Rabblt sny, T feol you lots wuss dan I soes you. Whyn't you holler 'fo you Jnli me wld yo' knlfo?' Mr. Dog say, 'How kln' anybody holler whon dev'glt do brof khook out'n um? ~ got heols nn' I got wlngs, but when I got a lond er good?goody, I cnn't uso my wlngs sn froe. nn' den I'm bleczo ter pull out my knlfo.' "Bror Rabblt han' hurt hlm so hnd whar ho got stiing at, nn' ho nialto so muoh fuss about lt, dat Mr. Boo to!' 'lm lm kln kyo It hy putttn' somo yeur-wnx on it nn' sho' 'tiuff do stlnged plnceqult hurtln' whon Brer Rabblt grensed n wld somo wax out'n hls year. Den ho got hlm n great blg chnw er sweotgum, nnff for ter last 'lm n woek. hn' be got a wholo lot mo' an' put.lt on a blg poplnr Jeaf an' say ho gwinter tnko It tcr hls ol' 'oninn an do ohlllun. ' ?'All dia tlmo do Bop wuz Blttln rlgMt whar he wuz wIiph Brer Ilnbblt hurt ?lm. Bier Rabblt say, 'Iloyo; nJn't you gone yot?' an' Mr. Beo nny ho feelin 80 had an' weak dnt be diinnof who r ho gV homo er not. Bror Rabblt Jow h, mlghty Borry, '">' "" "x ef h0 <anl do sump'ii for ter he'p lm" "Why hees <lle when they stlng nny thlng, ' 'snld BUStoy John, "I board grand "Woir'an'^BOOd." repliod Rrusllhi. wlth a trlumphnnt toss of her head, "You hear mo tnlkln' oz hard oz I k|rt| now. den, llsfn at me whiles 1 tolls do tnlo-ef you Kln o-ill It n ialo. Whaiboills wuz I? "Where Brother Rabblt was nsking Mr Beo if ho couldn't dn somethliis to hpip hlm." snld bweetost Sus-m. "Well den " i-oninrkfd Pru-illl". "whon Brer Rabblt nv 'lm dnt, Mr. Roe say bo mlghty much erbleegnlw, IU lnte might iy for U'r portor l-i'oi Rabblt, he sny. lnjt Of ho'll bo so c-ood ez ter Clto 'lm bfti k tor de blg poplar, whar ho !'''?'? at, ho'U bo mo tlnu thankful. 8o Mr. Beo sny, nn' nn son'ior do ho say lt dun Brer Rabblt helt out do poplar leaf wirit ffot de sweet pinn Oll lt. an' Mr. Boe e,-uwlo-l on It. Den, ufter Mr. Boo toTI 'im whlch wny 1 tcr go, Brer Rabblt went wld a hop, sklu plnco, 'When wo como ter do place,' Brer Rabblt say, Tll whirl short ter left. an' den all you got ter do ls ter go ter blg treo whnr de Beos live at an' knock cn do door wld yo' cane an' tell um fcr ter fotch you oui some sweetgum, nn' bo pnrty qulck nbout if..' "Brer Fox 'low dnt doy nln't nothln* enser dan dat; an' when Brer Rabblt turn 'roun' an' break Intor u run.' Brer Fox tuck out ntter 'lm licketty oplit. nn' 'twuz nbout ez much ez Brer Rabblt Kln do ter keep Bror Fox fum ketcbln' 'lm sho nnff. dough dls want In de bnrgalu. Wlioh dey come ter do place, Brer Rnb? blt lie dodgo tor de left, nn' Brer Fox cnme mlghty nlgh runuln' rlght lnter do treo, Ho stop, be dld, an' look 'roun' fer ter seo how de lon' lay, an' den ho went ter do treo whnr do Bce.s live at, nn' knock on lt wld hls walkln'-cnne, nn' ?boller nn' lell do Bees fer ter fotch 'lm some sweetgum, an' fcrter fetch lt in a hurry. "Brer Rabblt, he got off a llttlo ploro. nn' den stop fcr ter see whnt gwlnter 1-appen. He nln't huil long tor watt nud *der, knze lt want no tlme 'fo' ho aeed Broi Fox snap at hisse'f, fust on one sldu an' den on do yutlier. Den bo qult Slliippln' on' tr'y ter wlpe de Bees nut'n hls facc an,' eyes, nn' den he got down on de fc'ioun' an' roll over an' over.' Do ino' he roll do mo' lie want ter roll, tell bli.ieby It look llko lie wuz gwlms 'roufl' like a whlrlyglg. An' he want only rollln'; be WUS squallln' nll do t|me llko he bad ):ls luin' kotch lu u steel trnp. "He nln't roll dls way long, Unzo lt got so hot fer Brer Fqx dat ho fetchod linn srjueul an' broko out thon do woods llkr do ol' boy wus atter 'lm. 12a ho run de Bees strung out behlne 'lm so tblck dat dey look llko a fog, un' den dey cIqso ln on 'lm. 'Tuln't no needs fer ter tell you what happen ter Brer Fox. When de Bees let 'lm '.lone ho wuz a plum nlght. He lay dar Rroanln' an' llekln' hisse'f fer do IoukohI, but bimeby, 'long todes nlght, he got up nn' drng hlsso'f off home. Brer Rabblt. he stayed walch lr,' wliut /le upshot wuz gwlnter be, an' when rla swnrm wuz nt Un blgj;est, ho des lay down on de groim" an' holler nn' laiigli tell he can't laugb no ino'; but ",tuig 'bout de tlme when ho thlnk 1'ier Fox ls nhle fer ter ijlt on hls foots ag'ln, Brer Rabblt Jump up un' crack bofe heels tergeddor pn' dance nff lmnio, fles ez Bpry az any er hls elillliih." "Wliat do you tnlnk of that?" Wnlly Wnnderoon Inqulred of tho urofoHslonal stery-teller. "You u?K me," rcplled that lncllvldual, "Ind lf 1 unawer you you wlll nbuse nnd vllllfy mo nnu tnreatc-i me wlth all sorts of punlshmynts," "Not thla timo," sald Wally Wandeioou. "l'm curlous to know /what you thlnk nbout the story." "Well, to tell you the truth," responded tho profosBlonal story-teller, "I hnv? never heard nnythlng llke lt. It ls prob? ably negro folkloro, but to be cnndld wlth you, I don't see the polnt of.tho tnlo." Huli! 1 bet you Brer Fox soed p'lntH) ln It an' folt um too." remnrkc-d Drusllla, wlth a Bhnw of Indlgnntlon, "I hcar my grnnny tell.dat tale long 'fo' Mlss RusiiYf dar wuz born. BUt dafs nec-lcr here" nor dar," she went on. "Whnt I want to know Is when we er givinc ter glt nway fum here. Jt's long past de tlme when ileze chlldun oughtcr Wn startln' homo. I aln't noways skeered, but I'd llko tei know whnt l'm a-doln' an' wben l'm a-gwlnler do it." "Why, It's enrly yot," remnrked Wally Wnnderoon. "There ls certalnly tlmo for another story." "Not llke dem whnt dnt man ln a box tolls," remnrked Drusllla. ? ' "And I wanted to lntroduce you to th? Doodnng, one of tho most Interestlng creatures you ever saw." "Not me!" exclnlmed Drusllla. "X don'l wantcr to know no ytither creeturs 'cep' dem what l'm 'qualnted wld. You'll hntter scuzen me." "Some other tlmo wlll do ns well," sald Wally Wandcroon, "though l'm nfrald I.won't be here when you want to come ngnln." "Aro you golng away?" Sweetest Susan lnqulred. "Yes; I nm golng to flnd the Good Old Tlmes we used to have If I nm compellcd to travel the wlde world all over; and 1 hope to f.nd a bcter storytellcr than tho ono you hnve heard. or elsc flnd a remedy for thls sclentlflc foollshness, whlch is n disease hard to cure." "I llko hls storles vory well," sald Sweetest Buinn. "And so dld I." remnrked Buster John. 'r."He-too long-winded ter sult me," Dni. [sillfl deelnred. "Woll, I'll sco nll of you again," sald Wolly jvinderoon. "I'll hnve to come bark' to, feed th' Doodang. nnd then we'll have' srime storles that nre storles." "Plense come before we move to town," Sweetest Susan Inslsted. "We are go? lng to move next yenr." "If I can." rnpllo-1 Wally Wnnderoon, "But it's n pltv you are "golng nway from tho countryslde. You'll thlnk of It many n long nnd lonely day." "Why. we are back w'nere we startet! ?from!" oxclalmed Btistor John. looklng around. "Ilow dld wo get here and not know lt?" But Wally Wnnderoon was no longei wlth them." He had dlsnppeared. Tha modest home nf Mr. Bobs was In plain vlew, nnd thls: prevented the chlldren from n bewllderment whlch, under other circumstances, would havo been trouble aome. ."Does you all reckon dat we've srod what we seed an' heard what we heard? It seem mo' llko a drcani dan drcarns deyso'f." "Well, we nll couldn't dream the ramo iream, could wo?" Buster John lnqulred with some snow of rontempt for the very natural doubt expresscd by Drusllla. Thls secmed to settle the mntter wlth the chlldren, nnd. after seolnff Bllly Bls cult snfe home. they found lt necessnry to mnke preparatlons for return Ing to thelrs, for tho sun was low In thc sky. (The End.) lltting Glitssbs improvo nnd pivserve tlm Kyesight, Wo funiUli such only, (ind gimr niitoowitiufuction. Presorlp tlon work qur spoclalty, wo nro ul.so hoadqunrters for Amateur Photographers Free lnstructlon and Frue Dark Room. The lutest nml best in Kotliiks, (Jaiiii'i-iis, Photo. 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