The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-05-01
Children's Plan.
KATE w. HAMILTON.

KATE w. HAMILTON.
forming Star.
1t was bright warm day, Mike wa
;hreshing in the barn, while the sur
shine streaming in at the open doc
turned the grain-dust to gold. Outside
n the yard, were the children and tn
,hickens-the former idle enough, an
;he latter running here and there AM
scratching vigorously as if their live
depended upon their own exertions
Presently Winnie picked up the disl
n which she had brought the corn ant
vent back to the house, but the young
Or children fingered, declaring that tn,
pleasant autumn day was Just lik,
summer. From watching the chickens
they began to watch the doves on the
.oof of the barn.
''Td rather be bird than a chick
sn," said George.
'Td like to be Bird" said Nell,
1reamily. "Then I'd fly away up in
;he sky to heaven, anyway. I'd go
way off over the ocean"
''Why can't we f1yp" asked George.
wonderingly. II never thought about
that p"
"'Cause we don't have any fezzers,"
exclaimed Teddie, turning round from
lis post of observation by the barn
1oor.
THAT'S tive haven't any feathers,
Or wings" said Nell ''if we had,
guess we could fly"
''I'm going to have some right now"
declared Teddie, jumping down from
;he steps and beginning to pick up
some of the feathers scattered about
Tho yard; "then I'll fly way off"
That was brilliant ideal The little
girls opened their eyes in wonder for a
minute, and then they followed Ted
lies example, and three pairs of little
hands worked busily. They stuck
feathers in their belts, feathers in their
hats, feathers in their shoes, and then
with a great bunch in each hand they
climbed to the top of the chicken
house ito get a good start" as George
said.
"I-I-don't know how" admitted
reddie rather doubtfully, as they stood
n row on the roof of the low build
ing.
"Why, you must flop your wings
Just this way" said Nell, waving her
hands wildly, land when l say 'Threer
we'll all jump off and fly. One, two,
,hreei'
The jumping was easy enough, but
alas for the fyingl Down among the
straw and hay of the barn yard tum-
oled three disconsolate little figuers,
and Teddie, striking an arm against
an old wagon box, set up cry of pain
oh
"And why couldn't We fly?" repeated
Mike when he had heard the story.
why, because the wings was none of |
FOUR own, and nobody can fly with bor-
lowed ones. If yen just remember
hat, it'll be something worth learnin',
or there's plenty of older folks than
you that's tryin to do it. They fly into
'plendor on other peoples money and
nto good society on the responsibility
If their families, and some of 'em even
hink to fly into heaven on the good
hess of their fathers and mothers.
They'll never do it; it's nothing but
picking up feathers in the BARNARD,
md it'll end in tumble
Mike went back to his work, and if
he children did not quite understand
Tim, Nell caught part of his meaning,
or she said, ''Well, if we can't make
Iood birds, guess we can make good
hildren, and We'll have to wait till
iod gives us wings"
The Little Runaways.
BY T. ]. HUNTER.
20, aunty, come over to our house
uick; baby's got a button in his
hroat," cried Eddie Gore, rushing
nto the sitting room.
go, my sakes, did he turn black and
lue?" asked Hattie, eagerly, thinking
ow Harry looked when he swallowed {
he fish bone,
Yes" answered Eddie, dolefullv; ]
and nurse slapped his back and
nrned him down side up, but it didn't
ONE out" {
Now, children, you must be very {
ood," said Mrs. Gore; MARY has
one out with the baby, and cook has {
big ironing and dreadful tooth t
che; you must take care of yourselves O
little while, but don't 90 out DOORS +
The fve-year-old twins promised Q
ithfully to be very good.
"What'll we do first?" asked Hattie. l
called Dot. Q
''Play war with the cushions. an v
'ered Harry, otherwise Tot, prompt k
"Mary said we mustn't" S
"Mary's gone, and mammals gone, a
d you're only girl, so I'm 'prietor," e
id the pompous little boy, proud of v
J big word and of his brief authority. a
'elieve I'll ride down stairs, he con- t.
lded, ..you can't play war; I'll have
by's mattress for sled, Dan Mason t
owed me how S
Mason broke his arm and Ii