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TMK SAN FRANCISCO CALUSATURDAV,!; IARCH : 5, 1910. — THK . JUNIOR CALL FOR THE YOUNGER JUNIORS THE SELFISH PRINCESS AND THE GENTLE MAID f k '|T'£ ro hot T rant walk any more. I Won't you please toll us a story, mother?" Little Bessie sat right down in the grass where she was, as if nothing in the whole wide world .could over unake lier get up again. Now, Bobbie had not thought of being tired until he heard his sister. But as soon as he saw her sit down he dropped on the grass too, with "Please, mamma, a story. Bobbie's* so tired lie can't walk an.y more." "What kind of story do you want? A story about a giant, or a rich man, or a little girl, or a wicked fairy?" "Tell us a new kind, mother. Aren't there any stories about flowers?" "Why, lots of them. There's a story for nearly every flower. Listen. Do you see. those red popples and the blue corn flowers right over there in the grass? Look: Do you see how they always grow together, red and blue. We never find one; without the other. There's a long story about them, be cause, you know, they were not always flowers. ' Once they were little girls." .. '\u25a0Oh: 1 ' cried Bobbie. "Oh!" cried _ Bessie. "Really, truly little girls, mother?" "Really and truly little girls, and if you "keep very .still for a few. minutes I'll tell you all about them. Then we'll hurry home before It gets dark, so father won't be frightened and think the bears have run away with us. "Once upon a time there was a king who had a beautiful daughter. She was so very beautiful and her father was so very rich that long before she grew up the little princess was spoiled., Oh, she was" very much spoiled, indeed. From loving her every ope grew to hate her, she 'was so vain and soseifish. She never . did anything for any one and \u2666 ;.. *.' ' . — - — ; — -— - — — — — — THE WINNERS OF PAINT BOX PRIZES This is the picture to, be colored. • Paint it in water colors on crayon and send immediately to the always wanted the. best, for herself. Among other things she made the queen, her mother, get for her a new, red silk dress every day. •--- "Nq4 this princePß had a little ser vant of her very own and each morning: U>lh maid had to comb the princess' hair With a golden comb." When dinner-time came the selfish little girl had her din ner on a golden plate. At night, when, s)ie went to 'bed, the servant wrapped her In a silken nightie, and all the ! clothes on the bed were silk, too. There were curtains of silk about the bed and the servant slept at the foot in case the princess wanted -something. This little maid was very pretty herself, her eyes \u25a0 were so blue and her hair so golden, but no one paid any attention' to her. ' "One day the two little 'girls, were sit ting out on the \u25a0\u25a0 porch • of,'. the palace. \ The princess v/as very cross. She had : so many toys that she',n*>ver knew what to play with, and besideslßhe I was tired 'of them all. The little maid 1 - suggested one thing after another, but" the cross princess wouldn't listen. Vi" '. '•• r:r?- "At last ahe got up and ordered, her red silk parasolto be brought and told the maid to "follow her, to the field, : where the -.wheat w;as being cut. Of course, the men stopped their work and bowed very low to the princess, but she ; only, tossed her, head and had no kind* word for any of them. The little-maid was ashamed of the rude princess and tried to make up bjf smiling as sweetly as • she could. ' . ' \u25a0 "They watched the w*ork; for some time, but at last the -princess grow tired and went to sit down; near a, cool stream. As she sat ..there she.'- saw far away a black cloud coming slowly ."to*^ ward the field. She thought, right'a way that there was going to be. a* storm, 'so, she called the head of the workmen and , commanded him to build her a covering of the sheaves to save her;. from get ting wet. But the man, who was very old and had worked many.-many -years for the king, her father, would:. not -do" it.-. ;\u25a0;. .. . . 1; ,'_. ""'No,' he said, "it is not going to. rain and /you -will' not get , wet.'. "The princess was so "angry because \u2666he -^did not do immediately what she asked that she lay down in the field and screamed and kicked with rage.' "'I am very sorry. 1 said the old man, 'but the grain is very valuable and I can not spoil it, not even for your royal highness.' "At this' the princess grew so white with anger that the other reapers were afraid that she would kill herself, so they began to build her a little house of slfeaves, although they knew per fectly well that it was not going to rain. When it was finished the prin cess went in and made the littlo maid come with' her. The ~poor maid was rrylng bitterly, for" she knew that now all this grain was spoiled and that the children of the workingmen 'would have to go without their bread. But the princess did not care whether they had bread or^not, so long as she had everything she wanted. > . , \u0084 . ."So there', they sat, the.princess v too disagreeable to ta'k and the maid too sad, to try. to amuse her, when all of a sudden out from, the sky came 'a flash of lightning. In a moment the house "of sheaves was on" fire, and the fire was'' spreading all over the field. Before any of the men could go to the two girls the burning sheaves had fallen upon them and there was noth ing left but a heap of ashes. Then the ., old man had to go and" tell the klng^-arid queen what had happened. The poor parents jcried and- cried, for they had no other children. | But .they did not blame the men for building the little house when the princess com manded them. They blamed no one but themselves,' for how-jthey saw what an ' awful mistake they *had made in let ting their child always have her own .way. ':\u25a0 ' . ; ;,\u25a0'-, . ''. . / ' •> - -, \ "'lf only,' moaned the' queen, 'we could have- buried her and sometimes could go out and sit together by .her grave. But now: we have no place to even tell us where she is.' - "Perhaps God heard what- the poor, queen had sayj, for the very next, sum mer,' right where the Wttle house of sheaves' had stood, two flowers." that no one had'-ever seen before ; sprang up. One. was tall' and proud, with petals scarlet and silky, exactly like the dresses the dead princess used* to wear. 'The other ?wns small ana su'eet and humble and its petals were' as blue as the eyos of the- little' maid.' "When the workmen saw them they whispered; 'It is the princess in her red silk dress and the gentle maid.'" An Adventure Once when I was In Cookie Land A-many miles away, . , I wont to take a sailing. trip Upon the Ice Cream r bay. The boat was In an apple pie, With glrigersnaps for sails; But oh! a currant storm arose And cteam puffs grew to gales. The sea ran high in jelly rolls. _ The breakers dashed whipped cteam Upon the stern, rock candy, coast; I thought,l'd have tosoream! ' -. The candy mast fell with a whack,^.y* The' piecrust cracked in two,- v >;j r f. ? The sauce-y waves came rusKing lri,'A\' I thought: "What shall Il.do?" .;- I found a life preserver -then, .-;, A doughnut fat and ground,- . v. And stuck my head right through the hole — : I .knew I'd; not be drowned. ".....: So then I swam and* swam and swam Out in the Custard sea, \u25a0 \u0084 Until a floating island came, Convenient as could be. / ,«;. And there upon that.dessert isle I lived six years; or mqj^e, " Until l'd;eaten all the"; place And thought fd go ashore. So- first J ate the Custard". sea, r, And next the Ice Cream bay;* - Then on the sugar sand I crossed— . It \u25a0was-the nicest .way/ .. , . \u25a0. \u25a0; Abbic Farwell Brown. \u25a0 A S^Teet : Moment Cy barman's young son .had .been* naughty and had been "sent to : bed \ : supperless. _ . , ' : ." '. '"''„ Presently, when . Mrs. '.Warman^ wasn't - looking, Cy slipped-:'; upstairs >* and wliispered through the *\u25a0 door ';of > • the boy's "rpom:* "Son, : could : you eat t . some honey in the comb?" • , " \u25a0 "Dad," the boy. said, "I could eat it j^': in the ' brush."— Saturday -Evening..- Post. -\u25a0\u0084 • ' -. , \u0084 ." -. . v • ' v Paint- boxesi are awarded to the fol-/ lowing juniors who painted the picture \ published last Saturday: Frnnel* Shaffer, 11G Liberty -street, '\u25a0> -Sun , Francisco. • .. * ':; '?; : i " ' Catherine :-3fcLaushllti,'V IIS Jackson ~V, street, Napa. . . ;. \u25a0\u0084'\u25a0'•' '> Kinlllii JeiiHcn, 1470 California street,* Ran Francisco, ;-V, : Milton ' Smith, 328 Arlington street. San Francisco. Rfjrfnn McCnuley, .409 Carolina street. ;V T: Vallejo. : , \u25a0 .'.•/, ' Hnrold lloltx, 8723 Twenty-second' : street,' San Francisco. Genevleve Cochrane, 21 Bay View street, Sap Rafael. \u25a0' Kathleen Flaherty, 119. William street. ,'\u25a0 San Francisco. . ' \u25a0 ' '.' nnthle Herbert, 3399 Dolores street.;'. Si) (i Francisco. aisßP'' \u25a0'\u25a0•*"' Dorn nineklock, 238 Surrey street,' San Francisco. ' .. . .. Antoinette Mnroneel, 1007 Guerrerov • street," San • Francisco. • \u0084*\u25a0 \u25a0„ - \ \u25a0'\u25a0'\u25a0 Ruth Kannins,! 4fiS Tenth street, San. Francisco.. ' • <\u25a0 Alice K. liuiitlnsr, SOl South Third street, San Jose. I.elniul McCIImIi, Healdsburg. \u25a0 Dortliur •M. BarNton, 1114 I Street,". Sacramento. . . ' • f«nrret* AVeynnil, Colusa, Cal. Allen I,nttrlnKer,'332 Frederick street. San Francisco. « ..'Ceele I'arker, 438 Clement street, San Francisco. ; '» Kenneth Teiiinleiium, Forestville, . Cal. .. , . . IClUnbeth'C.' I'urter, 745 First street, , Woodland, r Cal. The name of Rrneat; Farrell, 75'^ Brady street,; San Franciscoi was omit ted last week from th« list of winners by mistake. TWO MTTM3 ItOStiS Ono merry summer day Two roses were-at play; . All at once they took a notion They would 'like to. run away! Queer little roseo,, Funny little roses, To like to. run away! They stole along my fence, They clambered up my wall,' They climbed, into my window To make a morning call! Queer little roses, Funny little roses. To make a morning cal). —Julia P. Dallanl « The bee g!v<"fc wax as well as honey. In' fact, all through lif« we can't expert all honey and no wha.-ks. JGHR 7