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TTIE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: MAY 16, 1909.
E ... -a SOME of the Busy Bees have been "btrdlng," as they call it. Tbat Is, they hare gone to the woods or to tho parks and studied the birds, each try ing to see how many different kinds they could see. Before one goes btrdlng It Is necessary to study something about them, for otherwise there are so many kinds of birds that one does not recognize. A new Busy Bee sent in a story written on both sides of the paper tils week, which, of course, could not be need, for the printers never turn a page, so that would leave only part of the story. Some continued stories hare been sent In, but the short stories are preferred by the Busy Bees, so that they are the only on" that recelTt prizes. The illustrated rebus last week was, "The spring is here, and birds are in the trees, and flowers bloom orer the field." Correct answers were sent in by Myrtle Jensen and Mary McAdams. Prizes were awarded this week Verua Klrschbraun, also on the Blue Rena N. Mead of the Blue side. Any of the Busy Bees may send cards to anyone whose name is on the Postcard Exchange, which now Includes: Margusrtt Johnson. 33 North Twenty filth avenue, Omaha. Jean D Long; Alnsworth, Neb. Irene McCoy, Barnston, Neb. Lillian Merwln, Beaver City, Neb. Mabel Witt, Bennington, Neb. Anna Oottsch, Bennington, Neb. Minnie Oottsch, Bennington, Neb. ' Agnes Dahmk. Benson. Neb. Marls Gallagher, Benkelman, Neb. (box 12). Ida May, Central City, Neb. Vera Cheney, Crelghton, Neb. Louis Hahn, David City, Neb. Rhea Freldell, Dorchester, Neb. Eunice Bode, Fails City, Neb. Ethel Reed, Fmont, Neb. Kulda Lundburg, Fremont, Neb. Marion Ca(is, Gibson, Neb. Marguerite Bartholomew, Oothenburr, Neb. Lydia Roth, 606 West Koenlg street. Grand Island. Neb. Ella Voss, 407 West Charles street. Grand Island, Neb. Irene Costello, 115 West Eighth street. Grand Island, Neb. Jessie Crawford, 4ua West Charles street. Grand Island, Neb. Pauline flchulte, 412 West Fourth street, Orand Island, Neb. Martha Murphy, 28 East Ninth street, Grand Island, Neb. Hugh Rutt, Lesbara, Neb. Hester E. Rutt, Leshara, Neb. Alios Temple, Lexington, Neb. Ruth Temple, Lexington, Neb. Anna Nellson, Lexington, Neb. Kdythe Krelts, Lexington, Neb. MarJorl Temple, Lexington, Neb. Alice Graasmeyer, 1645 C St., Lincoln, Neb. Marian Hamilton, 20 L St., Lincoln, Neb. Elsie Hamilton, 2029 L St, Lincoln, Neb, Irene Disher, 2CS0 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Hughie Disher, 2030 L street, Lincoln, Neb. Louise Stiles, Lyons, Neb. Estclle McDonald, Lyons, Keb. Milton Selrer, Nebraska City, Neb. Harry Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Harvey Crawford, Nebraska City, Neb. Luclle Haien. Norfolk, Neb. Letha Larkln, 8o. Sixth St., Norfolk. Neb. Emma Marquardt, Fifth afreet and Madl- son avenue, Norfolk, Neb. Mildred F. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Oerevleve M. Jones, North Loup, Neb. Helen Goodrich, 10 Nicholas street. Omaha Orrln Fisher, 1210 South Eleventh street, Omaha. . Mildred Erlckson, J70 Howard street. Omaha. Oscar Erlckson, 1709 Howard street, ' Omaha. Louis Raabe, 2409 North Nineteenth ave nue, Omaha. Prances Johnson, 933 North Twenty-fifth . avenue, Omaha. ETER AND PAUL were twin PI brothers, t years old. Their I home was In a small town that lay in a pretty vaney Detween long ranges of hills. And over these hills grew an abundant LI forest. And through the forest men and boys loved to go hunting for wild animals, though only a few of such now remained, and they were of the small and harmless variety. Squirrels, a few deer, badgers, eoons and the -like were the victims of the huntsmen. Larger game had been killed off many, many years ago. On fine May morning little Peter and Paul were playing in the yard of their home when Paul's eyes turned on the deep blue, forest-covered hills a mile dis tant. "Say, Pets." be said, calling to his brother, who was at the moment riding a very fractious stlckhorse, "wouldn't It be lots of fun to go a-hunting in the woods today? 8'pose we ride over to Old Witch and shoot a bear?" "Old Witch" was the name of the high est hill of one of the ranges that walled In the town where Peter and Paul lived. And hunters loved to delve Into the woods that grew over the head of Old Witch, Just as sure-enough hair grows on the head of an old witch or wizard. "Sure, let's go," consented Peter, reining In his yteed. Then for the moment for getting his horse he threw him in the corner ot the fence, not even taking time to remove the nice twine bridle. "I'll get my gun. You get ydurs. Then we'll rid flounder and Plunger over to the great mountain, Old Witch, and shoot two bears." "Bounder" and "Plunger" were the names of the fractious stlckhorse ridden every day about th yard by Peter and Paul. It was poor Bounder who now lay tn th corner ot the fence, as gentle as stny stlckhorse can be, while Plunger stood tied to a small tree near to th gate, await ing his master's pleasure. Peter and Paul ran Into th house and got their guns pretty wooden weapons, as harmless as their horses, but very danger ous looking. Then they mounted Bounder and Plunger and were off, going down SfiSr IN THERE, TOO." AND PETER POINTED Peter and Paul Go A-Hunting By Maud Walker, ' . to Mabel Witt,, on the Blue side, and to side. Honorable mention was riven to Emma Carruthers, 1211 North Twenty-flftl street, Omaha. Leonora Denlson, The Albion, Tenth and Pacific streets, Omaha. i Mae Hammond, O'Neill, Neb. Msfge L. Daniels, Ord. Neb. Zela Beddeo, Orleani, Neb. Agnes Richmond, Orleans, Neb. Mario Fleming", Osceola, Neb. Lott Woods, Pawnee. City, Neb. Earl Perkins, Reddlngton, Neb. Emma Kostal, ttlf O street, Bouth Omaha. Edra Enis. Btanton, Neb. Ethel Enls. Btanton, Neb. Lena Petersen, 1211 Locust street, East umini Ina Carney, Button, Clay county, Nab. Clara Miller, Utlca, Neb. 1 Alta Wllken. Waco, Neb. Mat Grunke. Went Point, Neb. Elite Staatny, W liber. Neb. Frederick Ware, Winslde, Neb. Pauline Parks, York, Neb. Edna Behllng. Tork, Neb. Mary Frederick, York. Neb. Carrie B. Bartlett, Fontanella, Is. Irene Reynolds, Little Sioux, la. Fthel Mulholland, Box 71, Malvern, la. Eleanor Mellor. Malvern, la. Ksthryne Mellor, Malvern, la. Ruth Robertson, Manilla, la. Mildred Robertson, Manilla, la. Margaret B. Wltherow, Thurman, la. Fred Sorry, Monarch, Wyo. John Barron, Monarch, Wyo. Edith Amend, Sheridan, Wyo. Pauline Squire, Grand. Okl. , Fred Shelley, 230 Troup street, Kansas City, Kan. Henry L. Worklnger, care Sterling Remedy company, Attica, Ind. Mary Brown, 2322 Boulevard, Omaha. Eva Hen dee, 4402 Dodge street, Omaha. Junnlta Innes, 27 Fort street, Omaha. Lillian Wirt. 41B8 Cass street, Omaha. Emlle Brown, 2822 Boulevard, Omaha. Meyer Cohn, 844 Georgia avenue, Omaha. Ada Morris, 3424 Franklin street. Omaha. Myrtle Jensen, 290 Isard street, Omaha. Gall Howard, 4722 Capitol avenue, Omaha. Helen Houck. 1626 Lothrop street, Omaha. Ernerson Goodrich, 4010 Nicholas, Omaha. Maurice Johnson, 1027 Locust St., Omaha. Leon Carson, 1124 North Fortieth, Omaha. Wllma Howard, 47a Capitol Ave., Omaha. Hllah Flaher, 1210 Bouth Eleventh, Omaha. Mildred Jonsen, 2707 Leavenworth, Omaha. Edna Heden, 27l Chicago street, Omaha. Mabel Bhelfelt. 4914 North Twenty-flfU rtreet, Omaha.' Walter Johnson, 2406 North Twentieth street, Omaha. th dusty road like th wind, kicking up the dust Into a cloud, their guns In place over their shoulders, gleaming In the sun light Both horsemen carried themselves with dignity and pride. No other twins In th town could ride and shoot as they could. (There were no other boy twins tn the town, and th two pairs of girl twins did not really count!). "Did you ask mamma if we might go to Old Witch this morning?" asked Paul as they pranced across a little bridge which spanned a creek half a mile from home. "Nope," replied Peter. "DUn't you aalc herT" "Nope. I left that for you to do whll I got my gun," explained ' Paul "But I was getting my gun at the aame time," replied Peter. "Bur, you should have asked mamma If we might come a-huntlng on Old Witch." "Oh, sh won't care," said Paul. "We'll get home before dinner. And when we re turn with a bear mayb two of 'em mamma will be so proud of us that she'll call to Mrs. Jones next door to com In and see what her children 'have caught whit .hunting. And Mrs. Jones Is such a gossip mamma says she tells everything sh knows and more, too that she'll soon spread the news all over town. Thba we'll ' be sure .enough heroes. Won't that be great?" "Sure, It will." acquiesced Peter. "But, gee, I'm getting tired, or, I mean, that Bounder la getting tired! It's a long way for a tiorseto travel without a rest." "Oh, we'll soon be there," said Paul. "Plunger is a bit tired In his front legs, but his hind legs are strong yet. Let's trot up." So Peter and Paul "trotted up," and soon entered the woods that grew over th side of Old Witch. Then the hunt began. Owing to th noise made by the horses' hoofs the twins de cided to go afoot up the steep hillside, leaving their horses tied to a tre at th however, for they had already traveled a foot They mad rather slow progress, mile, and much of tba way had been uphill. Neon found Peter and Paul wandering about, much frightened, hunting for their INTO THE HOLLOW OF THE TREE. The Little Indian and Springtime Qrace T. Bradley, 8814 Charles Street, Omaha, VTAf I. Mn 4m. Ih. II, ,1. T. Vvl dlan tn rcal cnlld ot Na V I . T. Wn.. n school, a desire (often car ried out) to be a moment lata when the bells ring and In a hurry to get out again end shout and laugh "and skip and run. They wel come the return of the mead owl ark, whose song la In the Sioux language, so the little Indians say. They sea the first crow and duck; they find the very first grasshopper and butterfly and tiring them Into the house to show the mission ladle. They dis cover the little prairie dogs, busy again oa their summer homes. Best of all, they find the wild onion, or garllo (then their teachers know spring has come), and her and there during play time are groups of chil dren digging;, a stick for the tool, working hard to get the onions from the around. Shortly Hollowing; the . onion the tlpelna is on the market, the wild turnip, which the Indian thinks worth any amount of searching and digging tor. Then, when we go for a walk, there Is little walking, for the oh II dr en supply themselves with sticks and harvest the tlpslna. On windy spring; days the big Rus sian thistles, last fall's crop, are ex tricated from the fences and used for kites. The girls as well as boys tie strings to these Immense "tumble weeds" and let them blow In the air. The Indian child likes to chew the pussy willow, making a gum of it. The boy wants the long, limber . switches to throw mud with. He puts a .ball -of the waxy gumbo mud on the end of the switch, bends It back ward, suddenly jerks his hand away and the mud sings afar Into the air. The little girls, more aesthetlo, braid the new blades of grunt, making crosses, mats, ' etc. Boys and girls alike are skillful la modeling with the RULES FOR YOUNG WRITERS L Write plainly n erne side ef the paper ealy aad avambes va pages, a. Vs pea and lax, aot peaell 8. Bkers and related articles will be gtvaa preference. Bo aot as vr BOO wares, 4. Original stories ot letters oaly will be used. 5. Writ your aame, age and ad dress at toe top ef th first page, first and second prises ef be ok will be gives for th best two eom tribntians to this page aoa weak. Address all common! options to cax&BBjEura betas tmxstt, Oaxaaa Bee. (First Prise.) The Ragman's Dream By Mabel Witt. Aged 13 Years, Bennington, Neb. Blue Side. A poor man . was walking along the streets of Boston, carrying a bag of rags. It was a warm day. Tired with his long walk, he sat down to rest He had bought many kinds of rags that -day, but as he looked In the bag the red, blue, whit and black rags had all reported themselves and were talking about their value. - The red and blue rsgs said they were more valuable, because they were found In the flag. Th blaok rags said they were of the most value, because that comforts sor row, while' the white rags said they were In th flag, they had noticed that the man had paid more for them than th others. The man laughed as he heard the silly quarrel and said:, "You will all be ground, soaked, boiled and prexsed and run between rollers until you won't know which ot you are red, white or blue. Some of you will go Into families. But as rags you would be allowed to remain on the floor In the attic." He gave the bag a shake and mixed all up egaln. He waa horses. Not that they cared particularly for Bounder and Plunger, for any gocd straight sticks would prove as good horses as they, but because they knew their steeds were tethered right at the end of th road leading from town, and they were anxious to reach their home again. Somehow, they had lost their bearings, and did not know which way to go. - They had traveled for a long, long time, and seemed to be getting Into deeper woods all the while, and now they were thirsty, hungry, tired and badly frightened. Suppose a bear really should come Into sight Paul declared that the proper thing would be to climb a tree mailer around than a bear's body, for then th bear could not climb after you. Pater thought it would be a good thing to build a circle of small flrea, and get Into th oenter ef the burning circle should a bear or an elephant or a giraffe appear. At any rate, th twin wer loat and frightened, and wondered what was to be come of them. And Juat as Peter waa on th point of tears, and Paul's vole was quivering, they heard a sound coming up the hillside. It sounded suarrtcloualy like a human voice, and It said "Hollo! Hello-o-ot" "It's a man!" whispered Paul, fear seis ing him. "What If It's a wild Indian? Vgh! Let's hide." "It may be a wizard!" whispered Peter. "Yes, let's hide." Then they looked about for a hiding plaos, secure from the eyes and nose of th being, who. Judging from sound, was approaching. "Hello-o-o-o! Hello-o-o-o!" again came ths cry. Peter and Paul dropped their guns, clasped hands, and togthr crouched peculiar clay-like soil, the gumbo. They fashion wonderfully reallstlo birds and animals, making bucking bronchos, with cowboy riders; buffalo, coyotes, range cattle, etc., in which action Is striking. Spring means rain storms, which leave puddles of water where boats may be filled. Spring is the' time tor the girls to take their odd little rag dolls out of doors to the cunning wee tapers In the shade of the heuse. Most delicious mud, viands are prepared and Imag inary meals served. The boys run races and play horse, the horses dancing and prancing, shaking their heads and running away, 'as prairie horses do. Kites "come in" again, made by the boys. Their kltes'are covered on both sides, an opening being madu in one aide, which admits the wind, so that tho kite really Is somewhat like a bag. Their tops, too, are home-made and are handled differently from the way in which our white boys handle theirs. The Indian boy, with a good little whip, keeps his top in motion for a long time. They have their own pe culiar sllng-shots. These are similar to those of the white boys, but the Indian boy whirls his round' and round with one hand, then lets go and the pebble shoots afar. On the hillside the smaller children like to hunt for pebble cows and horses, the mottled stones always representing the cows, while the horses must be larger. In the evenlng-s between supper and bed time, occur the foot races, which the boys like. Moccasins are best to run In and the boy who happens to have none orders his mother to make a pair at once. Bach season brings Its rounds of amusements, but in the Indian land spring is as welcome as to the rest of the world. Just going to buy some more rags when he awoke and found it all a dream. (Second Prise.) The Proverb By Verna Klrschbaum, Aged 12 Years, 611 Bouth Twenty-fourth Street, Omaha. Blue Bide. Harriot Stanford was looking over a book of proverbs when suddenly she stopped. "Time Is money," she read, "what a queer proverb." But as the clock just struck t she put a ay her book and started out for a walk. She passed by a big red building and then said, "That's where the orphans live. I wish I could help them, but we have no money to spare." But then she seemed to see the words, "Time is money," before her eyes. "I could get up a club and sew things for the orphans," she said, "and I believe I'll ask the girls what they think about It." She did so, and as the girls agreed the club was soon started. They agreed to have no meetings" dur ing the summer, but by that time they had finished many things. When the matron of the orphanage re ceived the things she said: "There are many proverbs, my dear, and I hope that all of them will put to such good use." When Harriet went to bed that night she felt very happy. Everywhere she went she seemed to hear the proverb, and even the trees, as they nodded, seemed to say, "Time is money." (Honorable Mention.) Helen's Spite By Rena Nail Mead, Queen Bee, Aged 13 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue Side. The girls had a aurprlse party on Grace the other night. "Edith got it up!" burst out angry little Helen to her mother, when she came home from school one evening, 'and they never asked me at all, but then. Ill splto them for It." Her behind a fallen tree. Then, discovering thatfpon my word! crawled Into a tree like the huge tree trunk - was hollow, they a rabbit!" And the next Instant Peter was crawled into it It was cloee and smelly pulled by main force nto daylight, and In there, and several buga frightful, scarry there, laughing at him till the tears trick things! crawled over them. But better led down his cheeks, stood his Unci Tom, bugs than an Indian, or a real wizard, or and beside him, In open mouthed wonder, worse still, maybe a pirate!" "Hello-o-o! Klda, w-h-e-r-e a-r-e you? Hel-l-o-o-o!" The voice was nearer and nearer, and re sounded in the hollow tree, whore lay trembling Peter and Paul. "It sounds Just like I'ncle Tom's voice," whispered Peter. "Yes, It does," replied Paul In a whisper. "But It's some old wizard or witch trying to catch us by calling out in a voice that sounds like some one we know. It's what people call deception, you know." "Yes," whispered Peter. Then both lay sters, why did you come here without first as quiet as they could, for they feared asking you mother's consent? And. cora thelr trembling would shake the log and ing, why did you lilde?" attract attention to thlr hiding pluee. "Well, where do you suppose those ter- rible twins could have gone to?" asked a familiar voice, coming from some one within a few feet ef the tree trunk. "Mrs, Jones said she saw them coming toward Old Witch thla mornlrg. riding their tkk horsea And we've found their stick horses tied to a tree half a mile down the hill side. It's like the little scamrs to get lost in this woods." ''Yes, they'ra already lost, I'll be bound," said another voice, also familiar. "The other one ta'ks like Uncle Tom's you'll hav your plcnlo In bed In a dark Fred Smith," whispered Peter. "Wonder room, without a usual picnic spread. Corns; If it really could be" one, two, march!" And Peter and Paul, But he didn't finish hia question, for at declaring under their breath that they'd the moment a hand caught hold ot hla never run away again, followed their Jolly foot and a voice cried out: "Why, here's uncle, who led them out of th wilder on of th rascals! I've got hi foot! Well, , net mother went on about her work, bestow ing no sympathy, thinking It would be best to let Helen learn her own lesson. When she got to school the next morn ing all the girls called out: "Helen have yoJ got your problems, let's compare?" "No, I haven't," snapped Helen. Sha parsed by without another word and went upstairs. "Why, what have w done to her? When have w offended her?" asked th girls of each other. "Oh. I know what's th mat ter," exclaimed Edith. "You girls forgot to Invite her to your party last night." "That's right, we forgot all about Helen." "Well, th best we can do Is to be real friendly towards her." But Helen would have her spite out and was not willing to make up right away. In at out a week one d-the girls went to her and begged her to be their friend again. Oh! What a miserable week It had been and Helen was quite willing to make up. She was sorry now that she had been so spiteful. She always told her little sister the story and at the close she would say, "Now Jenny this Is the moral: Never cut off your nose to spite your face." Fred's Prize By Martha Noble. Aged 11 Years, 86C6 Haw thorne Avenue (Uemls Park), Omaha, Bluo Side. There was great commotion In the little country school house for a prize waa to be given to the one who real the best. Of course Ralph Simerson thought he would get it since his father was the rich eat of all the fathers of the boys tu th school. He didn't think the reading mattered much. But the teacher and the superin tendent did. r.alph's father waa i proud, selfish man, hla mother was a sick, pale, nervous woman. But there was one poor boy nam?d Fied Smith, who -vas pjar but honest,- ei.d who won the tftacher's favor verv rapidly. He worked very bird for the prise, but had no hope f wlming it. The teacher' watolied Mm and rmiltd faintly, for .ie knew who would ret It. When tho exciting day came, l'.-ed had no new Juit to weer liki Ralrh. but re was more certain ot Ms work. The super.iteii'lent came tout flflten minutes before two in the afternoon w.'th the prize. lSvery one wandered what it was and wno would get it. He called irjon each one ti read. When he came to llalph ho1 failed utterly. Next was Fred's urn. A.I eves were turned toward him. He rend with a v jfee which was pretty shal.y. There were Just five more to read and then the prize was to be given out. "Fred Smith receives the i-risi," celled out the superintendent He handed It to Tied, who went home with a ha pry heart, you may be sure. The Sunflower By Ruth Klrschsteln, Aged 10 Years, 8601 Orand Avenue, Omaha. Red Bide. Once there was a little fairy tliat lived In the bottom of a big river. Bhe had her cave far down in the water, but she had a chariot to drive around her .realm, for you must know that she was a ruler over the fairies. Her chariot was a beautiful pink shell, and her horses were a fish and a lobster. One time as she was driving around she fell fast asleep. Her horses kept on going up, up, up, until they reached the surface of the water. The lit tle fairy started from her sleep, for the shell waa stuck tight to the waving grass, and when she saw the glorious sun, the green trees and some little boys fishing, she wondered If she were still asleep. But the thing that caught her fancy most was the Bun. She stayed there all day, turn ing only when the sun set and rose. She stayed there one week, and finally people saw instead of a lovely little fairy a beau tiful "sunflower." Its green stalk and leaves were the fairy's green dress, the petals to the flower were the fairy's sunny tresses, and th brown center ot the flower was the fairy's dark eyes. Thus this sim ple story tells us only how we came to got the sunflower. When we see a sunflower let us think that a long time ago It was a water fairy. Lead, Kindly Light -. By Rena N. Mead, Queen Bee, Aged 13 Years, Blair, Neb. Blue bide. The girls had organized a Olee club. They met once a weak to practice their pieces. All were assembled in Evangeline's room one Saturday evening. Little thought thay how much good they were doing as they sang: Lead kindly light, amid th' encircling gloom. Lead thou me on. The night is dark and I am far from home. Lea a thou me on! Thla waa th sweet refrain that floated out of the window as a man passed along on his homeward way. He nad been to the saloon and was reeling about when the sweet refrain fell on his ears. It made him sober up and think of home, his wife, and his little girl so dear to him Just now. He never before seemed to realise how poor his home really was and how different It was Fred Smith. "Where's Paul?" asked Uncle Tom, as soon as he could find his voice, for Peter's aaiiect had been so comical. "In there, too." And Peter pointed Into the hollow of the tree. But. as he spoke, Paul began to muke his exit, coming out feet foremost, and In a most ungraceful manner, his coat turned up over his ears and his face red from exertion and em barrassment. As soon as Undo Tom could get hmi right end up and could con trol his laughter he asked: "Now, young- Peter and Paul stammered their excuses as best th.-y could, ending by saying they had houvd to find a bear to carry home. rsut that they would be very glad to go home with Uncle Tom and Mr. Fred, even 'hough they hadn't shot anything. "Well, my little runaways, your mother u very much ir's'tened about you. and we vc been sent to fetch you. But the minute you get home you'll be put to bed without dinner or supper, for you'H have to pay the penalty for your naughtlnesa. Your mother waa planning to take you to the woods for a picnic today, but now must seem to his wife from her happy childhood days. He started for horns re solved never again to enter the saloon. He would try to make her life happy It they were not rich. He saw the little candle In the window walltlng as usual to lead him home. He thought again of the sweet re frain. It was the Uttlo candle that led first, then hi wife and child. Now he is leading her and his daughter and all be cause of the CUrls' Olee club. The Mountain Princess By Helen Cross, Aged 11 Years, 213 Front Street, North Platte, Neb. Blue Side. There was once a princess who lived in a castle on the top of a mountain and it was said that the young man who would bring her the most beautiful flowers would havo her hand In marriage. Ther was a king who lived near by and he had two sons, the oldest seemed to be very very bright, but the younger was a simple, little fellow. The king heard of the princess arid made up his mind to have his oldest son try his luck, so he furnished him with beautiful flowers, a horse, wine, and a few rich cakes and started him on his Journey. The younger son had heard of this princess also, and he went to ask hla father, but the father refused to furnish him with a hors so that h would be able to go. But the boy went to the barn and got an old mule and drew some sour beer and started on his Journey. The eldest son rode along away up the mountain when he met an old man who asked htm for some of his wine, and cakes, but the young man refused him and he rode until he came to the door of the castlo where he was allowed to be shown to the princess, but Just as he was in front of the throne the flowers became common sunflowers and the princess laughed at him and he returned home heart-broken. The younger son had also met the old man and he told him he had only sour beer, but he would share It gladly. The old roan drank It and wished th boy good luck. Th boy had been gathering wild flower as those were the only onee ho could get. He was shown Into the prin cess' presence and when be reached the throne his flowers turned Into th most beautiful flowers and the prlnoess ex claimed, "Oh, what beautiful flowers!" The princess liked the man and they were married. ' i i i i ;. . Ruth's Lesson By Mildred Whitehead, Aged ID Years. Mitchell, Neb. Blue Side. Ruth was 10, and a very large girl for her size. Bhe had been cutting out paper dolls and when she was through her mother told her to pick up the scraps. "As soon as I am through with this story," said Ruth. But when Ruth was finished reading her book she took an other, but as soon as she was about half way through she heard a knock at the door. She opened It and there was one ot her friends. She wanted' Ruth, to go out riding. "I will ask my mamma," said Ruth. But Ruth's mother would not let Ruth go until she had picked up the scraps, so Ruth's friend got someone else. Ruth's motto was always obey your parents. The Fairies' May Party By Jeanette Thornton. Aged Years, Oerlng, Neb. Blue Side. The fairies were going to have a May party. It was a very grand occasion, for they were to choose a queen. They had a throne covered with flowers and ribbons for the queen; also some chairs, decorated with flowers for the fairies. At a little dlBt&nce there stood a May pole twined with bright ribbons. It was a very pretty scene. The fairies came at 8 o'clock. First they danced around tho May pole. Then they chose the queen, which was a fairy named Lily. Then they played games and had a merry time. Next they crowned the queen and this Is the way they did It: They choae two fairies and the fairies took the crown and placed It on th queen's head. Then the fairies Joined hands and danced around the queen, singing. Then each fairy told a story or sang a song. Just as they finished a gold carriage drove up and they all got In and started for Fairyland. Returning Good for Evil By Marguerite Carpenter, S325 Cuming Street,. Omaha. Blue Side. "Please, sir, may I see my mother?" sobbed a small boy of 10 at the under taker's door. His mother was dead and they had no money to bury her. So the undertaker was going to bury her like a pauper. His father well, his father was nothing to him, for it was all of eight years sine Uttl Joe's father had crossed the threshold of his home. And now that his mother was dead, what had he in the world? "Go away, you rascal," gruffly answered the undertaker. "Please, sir, Just once; you know she is my mother and was everything to me," he said, choking between the words. "What did I tell you?" thundered the undertaker and he sent a kick at poor Joe. Joe bravely pulled himself up. He shook his fist and said: "Walt till I'm a man; you'll pay for this." Oh, mother! mother! And lie sank down on the ground. A gray-haired man sat in the court room. Tho Judge said: "Is there no one who will plead his cause?" The man quailed under th words. Of course everyone thought him guilty. But up the aisle a well-dressed young man came. "I suppose you. know me?" he In quired. "No," replied the old man. "I am the boy who eleven years ago you would not let see his dead mother." "I suppose now you have come for your revenge?" he queatloned. "No, I have come to help you out of your trouble. You know what a wrong you did me. but I feel anrry for you and will help you. You know the Bible says, 'Return good for evil." " Henry's Good Fortune By Bertha Buffum. Aged 12 Years. Tecum seli, Neb. i:iue Bide. Henry Clay lived with his mother In the little village of lAkevllIe. Ills fithi-r wa dead and he had to snpiort his mothr. lie was a ferry man. One r!ay ho cam to his mother and said: "Mother, I have a good Job as a sailor. I cm going o crura the Atlantic ocean. I will ho gone two years." The mother was oi.-y 'o be alone all that time. The next iiy Mrs. Clay nckod up Heni-y's clothes, for he was o start at i o'clock that afternoon. His mother bad him goodlby and as ths ship left the harbor the mother went back to her 111 tie cottage feeling very lonely without her only son. The next day a lady In black knocked at her door. It was her tiater, Mrs. Harmon, Bhe had come to stay with ber while Henry was away. Henry arrived In six days, be seat, a letter by, the first steamer telling his mother he had arrive! there all right and Mr. Sanderson, the sailor, waa going to sail to Iceland In . few days. Henry sent his mother half hla wages, enough to support her till he gut hla next month's. Days, weeks, months and years circled away till the two years were gone ar.d It waa time for Henry to return homn, Mrs. Clay and Mrs. Harmon were sitting re wing when a young man knocked at ths door, and ehe did not know him. He put his arms around her and said: "Don you know me, mother?" "My little son," she whispered onoe, "my little son and now a nan." Henry had laid up hl share of his wsges and had the sum ot flv'e thousand dollars In the bank, and hi and his mother and Mrs, Harmon lived in happiness ever after. The Bee By Marguerite Riley, Aged t Years, SOU Vinton Street, Omaha, Red 81 do. The bee has long been a type of the In dustrious worker but ther are few people who know how much labor the sweet hoard ef the hive represents. Each head of clover contains a portion of sugar not ex ceeding the COOth part of a grain. Ths proboscis of the be must therefore b Inserted Into 600 clover tubes before on grain of sugar can be obtained. There art 7,000 grains In a pound, and, as honey contains three-fourths of its weight ol dry sugar each pound of honey represents 2,500,000 clover tube sucked by bees. Augusta's Kind Deed By Mary Elisabeth Hamilton, Aged It Years, Omaha. Blue Side. Augusta was tho only child of a very rich family, but she was not spoiled or sel fish like some rich children are. Next doot to her lived a family of very poor chil dren. The next day was going to b her birthday and she would be S years old. Bhe asked her mother If she might have the children that lived next door over tj supper, her mother said, "Yes." Tin mother of the children said that one ot them could wear her hat and best dress, but they all wanted too, so she made then go Just as they were. They did not have very nice table mart ners, but nobody oared. They all had t very nice time. How I Spent My Vacation By Ella Schulz, Aged 10 Years, 1009 HenrV etta Avenue. East 8t Louis, IU. Red Side. One day In June I got a letter from tin country saying that I should pack my valise as soon as school was out and come and spend the summer. I was very anxious to go and could hardly watt until school was out I had only on week to wait but It seemed like a month. But by and by the school exercises were over and ths next morning I should start for ths country. I woke at B o'clock, for the train left al 7:50. I ate my breakfast at 6:15 and then started for the station. The train was late. Sooa we heard the whistle and wo all got on the train, which Included my two alsters and myself. At last we reached the small town and found, my aunt and uncle and my littU cousin waiting for us. That evening we went to bed very early for we were tired of riding en the train all day. The next morning w got up very early and went out with my little cousin to see the horses. There were two llttis ponies and we each rode on one. All al one mine turned a curve and I tumbled off. I happened to tali In th grass and did not get hurt The next day we went on a squirrel hunt and we got two squirrels and a rabbit Tho other day were spent in happlnesi also. We stayed for two weeks and thought we had had the best time we ever had. And thought th next summer w would like to go again. Two Girb By Mildred Johnson, Aged 13 Years, Wa, hoo, Neb. Blue Side. There were two Uttlo girls, whose name were Bvelyn Thornton and Marian Rich mond. Marian had everything she wanted, but Bvelyn had to earn money. Bo, one day their teacher at school said: 'Tn a month I am going to hav a prize given to the girl who has earned and' saved th money." Bo, as they wer going home Marian said to Evelyn: "It Is no use for you to try, because I can get my papa to give me some money." "Oh." said Bvelyn, "would you do thatl I wouldn't. That would be deceitful. Bb said for us to earn some." "Oh, well, I don't care," said Marian In a few days Evelyn was working verj hard and had 112, whll Marian didn't havt any. At last the time cam when th prise were to be given out. Marian's papa had given her $200, whlk Marian only had 112, At last they said that Marion had thi prize, and she got a pretty diamond ring and after she got It she said she didn't want It end she told the whole story. Evelyn got the prize and she Is no working In a millinery store and gettlns, $100 a month, while Marian Isn't dolnj anything. Edith By Margaret Langdon, Aged 10, Gretna, Neb.. Red Sid. "O, gee." su4d Edith, "I can't wak mamma up, so be content at home, girls. I waa going to see Winnifred and How ard." "Why can't you wake her up?" said KaU Jenkins. "Because she said not to," re plied Edith. "O, we don't care, we're going on," said Ma,y. Very soon they were playing and having s good time. Meantime Mrs. Balry woke up. and Edith was going over. Soon shs heard screams and yelling. Playing In th barn they set It on fire. Kxilth was glad to stay home. At school next day they said sh was wise. Moral: It ts best to obey. Riddles By May Bertrh. Aged 12 Years, MT7 South Twenty-fourth St., Omaha. Red Bid. 1. Round aa an apple, blark as a bear. If you don't ruens that I will pull your hair. Answer. Stove lid. t. Why do slrls look at the moon. Answer. Because there Is a man In it 1. What was the name of our president seventeen years ago? Taft la th answer. I ..... . .. . ' Hpeii nu;e one wiin inns lecrers. An swer. ruii. ft. What three letters would turn a gtrl Into a lady? Anawer. Age. . Why doe a rabbit go erver tstS, An swer. He can't go through It. , , j