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at the Jrait c till i 1' was a bright morning in early Oc tober, and Rubictta Gardener was mak ing bread. She was only thirteen years old. but her mother had taught her to make ucli delicious light white bread that scleral of the neighbors had said that Rtibic'ta ought to exhibit her bread at the fall fair, as she would be certain to got a prize. At length, urged by all her friends, Ji'ddul to comnetc. The fair was to be held in Fnd.iv, so Rubietta prepared her bread on Thurs (!. ,,c;o fr-, n good'" said Rubictta to herself, as she kni aded the dotv'h for the last time. Then she had a bright I'll a. "I v. under how it would do to put my lucky j v i' m mil' 1' .if? That might help to get me the prize I believe I'll do it; but I won't tell a soul iv t even motlic r." S'i was all alone in the kitchen, and drawing a little m! , ' 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 checks nro burning- and her eves shining with excitement vs she rolled and smoothed the dough until she felt sure that the silver was safe in the heart of the loaf, anil t' at no one could guess her secret. Strange to say, that particular loaf rose better than any of the others, . nd later, when Rubictta drew it from the oven, light a-, a lc.ithcr and baked to a delicate brown, her mother 1 inked at it critically and said : "This certainly is a handsome loaf, the best of the baking; and you may gi't second prize, if you don't get first. But don't set ; our heart on being a winner. It often seems as much i i i'er if hi' k as of good baking." "Maybe the luck may come my way, then," sug gested Rubietta. "I've been real lucky since I found nu" lurkv penny." I ri ! ty 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 basket. "I'm sorrv we haven't room for you, too, Rubietta," said 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 aking the bread," said Rubictta. "I think I may get a ride from sonic one of the neighbors if I start right away." "Dear me!" she said to herself, "if I only had my lurkv penny in my pocket I'd be quite sure of a chance. "'"!-. didn't I bring it?" And then, suddenly rcmcm bi nil" where her lucky penny was, she laughed at her ovui fiiigctfuhicss and looked back once more. Thi time a carriage was approaching, a handsome carriage with a canopy top and drawn by two horses. Ru' ictta knew it at once. It belonged to Dr. Forrest, who lbo'1 in Rlucvalc, a town about six miles from the Gardeners, in the opposite direction from the fair. Dr Fnrri s was the Gardeners' family doctor, and some times, when he came to pay a isit, his wife, too, came for the drive, so Rubictta 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?" Rubictta wondered. "Not to the 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 thi?. Mrs. 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, kept the Gardeners' sitting-room cheerful all winter; but though she and Mrs. Wilkins were such especial friends, Rubietta felt rather uncomfortable as the doc tor's carriage rolled rapidly along and overtook Mrs. Wilkins's odd-looking turnout, for it was exceedingly mortifying to Rubietta to have the Forrcsts hear Mrs. Wilkins call nut, "Good morning, Rubatta!" which way of paying her name w.v. hard to bear at any time, but hardest in the presence of such an audience. The fair was reached at last. A large number of people were already there when 1 he doctor drove up to the gate, and Rubictta's heart leaned 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, anil, 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 ball which served as council-chamber and meeting-place for several societies. All the year it was a common wooden building, but on fair day it suddenly blossomed into a "Cr.v-.tal Palace," in which were placed all the exhibits, except, of course, the live-stock. By the time the children reached the "Crystal Palace" the doors were open and people were crowding in. track outside, as the races were soon to commence. Rubictta 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 stood near them for several minutes unnoticed, as she did not like to interrupt their conversation. At length she said timidly, "If you please " Neither of the men 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 little girl, what is it?" "If you please, sir," said Rubictta, nervously, "I brought a loaf of bread here and it took first prize!" "Well, well very good, indeed! Did you bake it yourself?" "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 Rubictta, very solemnly, "I should have had first prize." "No, indeed," said the fat man. "Second i3 first-rate for a child like you. Perhaps next year you will get a red card. 'If at first you don't succeed, trv, trv, 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 not under stood what she was talking about. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she winked them away before they could fall. "I won't cry," she said to her self, as she walked slowly toward the race-track. "No, I won't ; no, I won't !" and, as she spoke, she bumped against a stout old lady who was approaching the "Crystal Palace." "Fxcusc me, please." began Rubi etta, looking up; and then shii suddenly surprised the old lady by throwing her arms around her and ex claiming, "Oh, Mrs. Wilkins! dear, dear Mrs. Wil kins, how glad I am to see you !" "Why, Rubatta, is it you? Bless you, child, I didn't know you at first ; and did you get a prize on your bread?" In reply Rubictta poured forth her talc of woe, to which. Mrs. Wilkins listened intently. When she had heard the whole story, she said, "Well, Rubatta, I know the judges, all three of 'cm, and I'll do all I can for you ; but don't be too hopeful." The three judges were found before long, and they all listened very kindly and respectfully to what Mrs. Wilkins had to say. The third judge was a lady, who asked Rubietta a number of questions, and suggested that they all go over to the "Crystal Palace," almost deserted now, and look at the bread again. They did so, and after Rubictta 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 consultation was ended, the lady judge came over, AT LAST RUEIETTAXIIAD THE JOY OF READING THE NEW CARD." she was overtaken, and th" doctor stopped his horses and invited Rubiefa tu t:.kc a scat in the carriage. She joyfully accepted the invitation. The horses trotted quickly on, past Mrs. Jackson's without a sign of stopping, past the two-mile cross-roads, and then Rubictta 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 Rubictta 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 some cookies, or a piece of pic, or some apples, and once she gave her a beautiful scarlet geranium in bloom, which mj yfrKSiA-N.;. 4. BUUfc uJ I Ulr ' ir Wl j i l v in " n miiu' v nfc iu Mtv.ji in wis. fc uiiiiui f S ffl I" tnc'r ''"'c brtw" nighties they slept very : W JVJ&iresSll sound : W&WI, A ,U 1 , ..... , , ,.., ;uu n iuis.i uu ijuu aim uc luaicu intun.au But never a bulb turned over in bed. ;fjfp?flUT when Spring came tip-toeing over 'tHfelM the lea, 7 Her finger on lip, just as still a3 could be, The little brown bulbs at her very first tread All split up their nignttcs anil jumped CtV4 V. out of bed! ?y&VV,i I UK . s2 Illustration by Emerson, Rubietta, with an anxious face and throbbing heart, managed to work her way into the hall, which was filled with exhibitors and their friends, eager to sec whether or not they had obtained a prize. Rubictta 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. Slowly oh, how slowly! the crowd moved along, and Rubietta with it, until she reached the steps leading up to the platform. She could sec 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 red card on was it on her loaf? Surely that was no, impossible ! but yes, yes, yes ! she would know that loaf of bread among a thousand! The red card was on her loaf! Rubictta had won first prize! In the crush she had become separated from the other children, so that there was no one whom she knew to exult with licr. She had learned her fate while still on the floor. A few minutes more and she had mounted the steps and reached the table. In making her way toward the bread, she passed the butter and the honey, 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," anil the white one said, "Third Prize, awarded to Mrs. Bessie Jones." "I'm glad Mrs. Jones got two prizes," reflected Rubictta. "I suppose my card will read, "First Prize, awarded to Miss Rubictta Gardener." A moment later and 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 Jwas this inscription staring her in the face? "First Prize, awarded to Mrs. Mary Thompson." Rubictta 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 had been awarded a prize for bread she had not baked. Mechanically the little girl read the blue card on the loaf beside her own, "Second Trize, awarded to Miss Rubictta Gardener." She looked critically at the second-prize loaf. Could she have been mistaken in her own bread? But no, no, no! the second-prize loaf could be 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. Something oust be done, and at once. Some one must explain to the judges; but who were the judges, and where were they? The hall was not so crowded' by this time, People were beginning to gather a race- Copyright, 1908, b" the rcnlur' Company. and, laying her hand on Rubictta's shoulder, said kindly: "I am very sorry, my dear, but wc don't feci that w are justified in changing our awards, as Mrs. Thomp son is not here to speak for hcr.iclf, and the loavri ar- so very much alike. Wc may have made a mistake, but wc were very careful, and wc don't think that wo did. If cither you or Mrs. Thompson had put a mark on your bread in baking, wc could be certain; but aV it is " "Oh, oh, oh!" cried Rubidtta, excitedly. "My lucky penny! my lucky penny! I forgot all about it until tlui very moment 1 "What do you mean, Rubietta?" asked Mrs. WiUj 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 struct something hard, and there was the lucky penny, conn to the rescue ! "Well, I guess it was our mistake, after all," snv the fat man. "That is a lucky penny for you, surely "I think I am lucky to have such a good friend a1 Mrs. Wilkins to take so much trouble for me," sai Rubietta, putting her arm through her friend's arm,, blushing at the thought of how coolly she had bowed to Ms, Wilkins that very morning. That's right," said the tall man. "Thev sav, 'tf, friend in need is ,1 friend indeed.'" Then new cards were produced, and at last Rubi etta had the joy of reading on a red card: FIRST PRIZE, awarded to Mrss Rubietta Gakdcxer. "What are you going to do with your prize-money, Rubictta?" asked Clara. "If mother will let nu 1 want to spend a dollar o it for a present for Mrs. Wilkins. May I, mother"-" "Yes, dear. You can spend that money any way y ..1 like, Rubictta, dear. You surely had a hard enough time getting it," said her mother. "Mrs. Wilkins has always been very good to vnii, pet," said her father; and then he added, a little roguishly, "even if s10 does call you 'Rubatta'" "I know it," said Rubietta. "She's been a good dal better to me than I have to her," she went on, blush ing; "but I learned a good many, things to-day, and I don't care what slc calls me after this. She was 'a friend in need.' " "And so was your lucky penny," was Fred's sug gestion. "Yes, that is true." said Rubictta; " and yet I thought I was silly when I put it in." ! ! nt of "&jje Jfmest. tMIE nicest man I ever saw,'' A Said little Nan to mc, "Is the one who stands outside our school When we're let out at three. "He's dressed just as the soldiers are; He wears gold buttons, too; And he stands up so proud and straight, The way the soldiers do. "He always says, 'Come, little kids, I'll 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 Because he's standing there. s Oi I ! i ! "He makes believe to chase the boys, And shakes his fist, and then He laughsiand laughs, and they all come A-scampering back again. "Sometimes he pats me on the head ' And says, 'Ho! little girl, You going to wait till Christmas conies To cut mc off that curl?' "And one time when it rained, the street Was muddy, and I cried ; lie picked me up and carried me Right to the other side. "The nicest man I ever saw,"1 Said little Nan to nif, "Is the one who stands'outsidc our school .When we're let out at three." Theoposia Pickeri.no Garbison.