Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-09-14

And then he'll tramp and tramp ana
The liyelong summer day:
New, this Is what we'd like to de:
Just carry him away.
Where he could never go to bed,
But stay up all the night.
InWashed and covered DER with dust
Indeed, 'twonld serve him right"
Our Little Men and Women.
Bob White.
Out in the orchard in tall sweet
cherry tree lived Chucklecheek Chip
munk. The beehives stood near, all in
row, and the clover tops nodded and
swayed as the little brown bees went TO
and fro among them gathering the honey.
The robins were singing in the apple
tree, the buebirds and boboiinks trilled
their merriest melodies. and mingling
with the sweet bird songs came the faint
tinkling of the cowbells from the pond
where the yellow lilies grew.
Chucklecheek Chipmunk poked his
nose out OF his snug little hole, and see
ing no one near ran out to the end of Il
broken limb and began his funny chuck,
chuck.
Bob White! Bob White! Clear and
sweet it foated across the meadow; Bob
White. Bob Whiten'
Chuckle stopped to listen. DID Bob
White come? No, there it was again,
Bob White." just as plain.
What naughty boy he must be not
to come when he's called he thought.
Then he ran down the trunk of the tree
and along the ground till he came TO the
rail fence. Never before in all his short
life had Chuckle been away so far. and
as he sat on the top rail and looked back
Al, hN1n IN, hr ,hf "a
thought of what his mother had often
told him; that he must never so beyond
the beehives. But, oh! how tempting
locked that long zig-Zag fence, and the
sun was so bright and the air so fresh.
How can a little chipmunk stay Mt
home all the time" thought Chuckle, so
with whisk of his little tail he suenced
his conscience and started of on merry
race with his shadow. But somehow he
could never get ahead so at last ne
stopped to rest.
who is Bob White?" said Chuckle
to himself. and where can he be. l
wonder. If | only knew where he lives
| would ask old Father Quail about IT,
for he is very wise and knows every
thing
He ran along the fence a little way
and then stopped to listen. Once more
came the call. this time so loud and dis
tinct that Chuckle ran back in alarm
and dropped down to the lowesl rail.
With his sharp, bright eyes he peered
about in every direction. The stately
heads of wheat bowed grayeiy to him,
and Il big black beetle tumhled clumsily
away, bur there was no one who could
have GATED Bob White.
The soft south wind swept lazily, fra
GRAVITY by, and the big elm aweke from
its dream. The oXeyes danced on their
slender stems, and Il bumblehee bounced
and grumbled among the flowers, but
Chuckle was as mOtionless as the rail
beneath which he was hiding.
Bob White" and then at last he
grasses, sat old Father Quail himself
and he it was who called Bob White.
Filled with wonder at this strange
thing, Chuckle crept nearer. How do
you do, Father Quail?" he called out,
for he was 4 very polite little fellow.
i am very well | thank YOU an
slight hoarseness. And how came you
here, Chuckle. SO far from homer"
ChuclIe hung his head.
We'll. Won see. | wanted so much to
find out where Bob White is and why
he never comes, and so-and SOL ran
away"
Father Quail looked very sad. Il am
grieved to know this" he said, very
much grieved Now. | am going to tell
you about Bob White. because he was
a very good little boy. never dis0bedi-
ent, and / want you to be like him. and
then EVERYONE will! love you just as they
loved Bob White
Father Quail was silent little while
as if he We're thinking. Then he began
Long, long ago, in Il tiny house where
the morningglory vines grew every year
lived little Bib White and his mother al
alone fer she was a widow. Every morn
ina Pol, 4 ~, :
the woods to the pasture beyond and ut
night fetched them home again. All the
LITTLE creatures of the woods the birds
and the squirrels. knew and loved him
for he was always gentle and kind. But
most of all the quails loved him, for
often when Bob White took the cows TO
pasture in the morning he filed his
pockets with wheat and threw it out TO
them as he went along. Sometimes he
went out TO play with them, ana many
Il game of hide and seek they had in
| the long grass.
Early in the morning before Bob
White had opened his sleepy eyes. they
would call, Bob White, Bob White and
by ana by he would come with the COWS.
a. Bob White. come and play.
when | come back he would an
sWer, for his mother had told dim n't to
loIter lest the COWS should stray away.
and he was always obedient.
but one day-it was just such beau-
tlful day as this, they say-httle Bob
White took the cows to pasture, and he
never came back. That night the quails
called and called Bob White, but he
didn't come. Some think that n fairy
led him away. and that he is still in
fairyland, seeing the beautiful things
there, and the cows, transformed. feed
III fairy pastures.
$50 we still call. and perhaps some
time, who knows, we may hear Bob
White even in fairyland and return.