Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1892-04-23
SATURDAY, APRIL %, 1892.
How the Jack Became an Easter
Rabb1t--The Story the White
Rabbit Told.


Did you have a merry Easter? We
did. We lined our nest with cotton and
trimmed it with ribbons, then put it in
the bay window, where the Easter rabbit
could find it. Mamma wrote letter to
the rabbit, so he would know how many
there were of us and, In the morning, the
nest was full of blue, green, pink and
white eggs, and there was story from
the white rabbit, and in it was wrapped
the rabbit loot, which we will keep for
luck.
THE STORY THE WHITE RABBIT TOLD.
The moon was growing old; her IA
dance, like robes of former glory, was
pale and draggled. IL one were magma
tive, one might have fancied the waning
light was only the scant, gray locks of
the old, old man in the moon, which he
was brushing out after his long journey,
before going to rest, when the sun should
soon take his place
Tie sun soon to take his place! The
thought lent new cause for haste; no
Easter rabbit is ever out after the sun
comes up. l flew over the ground-on,
on, like the wind. But oh, the dreary
waste stretched before me; miles and
miles to be traversed before the rosy
beams of the morning should discover me
to the watching eyes of the children; and
should I be so discovered [ could never
again belong to the household Of the
Easter goddess, whose chariot of jeweled
amber is drawn by the moon herself
would only be common hare. l could
never again live in the palace of the
Oster Haas, but would have to trust to
rabbit luck for food and shelter. In my
haste / did not use proper care, and
stepping upon huge cactus, the sharp
thorns pierced my foot. tried to go on
but every step only drove them further
into my flesh. What should 1 do! My
commissions were not half done. A large
jack rabbit was approaching with his
rapid, easy, Looping gait. Could I trust
him? Would he 60 on my errapds?
He was kindly willing. I gave him my
pack and bid him beware of the Devils
Tongue. 1 gave him my commissions.
You have long known, 1 have no doubt,
that on New Years eve, the animals of
low degree-the brute creation-talk to
each other in the language of their mas
tiers; here is secret that none but
Ostern Hase know-on Easter eve. the
flowers that are cat speak to us and
many happy Easter greetings are ex-
changed as we hurry on our journeys of
love, carrying Easter gifts to the good
and pure.
There is one who claims to belong to
the fowery kingdom-one who processes
to love mankind, sending forth the lovely,
yellow blossom, only to tempt hand to
pluck it that the hand may be pierced
through aud through with the thorns of
the broad leaved cactas-the Devils
Tongue. The enemy of the Oster Haas,
the enemy who had filled my foot with
thorns-to me he could do no more-but
to my friend, the kinl-hearted Jack, he
was able to do gres ter harm, as found
out when hearing cry, only short dist
ance away, I hurried to the place whence
it came and found my dear friend with
his right hind foot bitten completely off.
I felt that it was all my fault because
I asked him to take my place and I wept
with him over the terrible accident. The
deyil's tongue had MANNED him for life.
He would fall prey to the coyotes who