Palestine daily herald. [volume] (Palestine, Tex.) 1902-1949, 1904-08-13
THE WHITE DOVE.

There was once upon a time white
dove that lived next door to n growly
grizzly bear.
The dove had a voice as sweet as
music, but the bear had 4 terrible
growl He was always snarling.
growing and duarreling. till the white
dove said: Il cannot stand it any
longer. 1 must find Il new home"
SO. early tie next morning, she start
cd out TO find the new home. First
she went to the creek and dipped her
wings in the shining water till they
were rs white as snow. and then she
few over the hills and the valley.
"Coo. coo! 1 should like to live With
q good child" she saiu rs she few.
BY ana by she came to l small white
house by the roadside, and there on the
doorstep sat a little cir. who looked
so much like a good child that the
white dove lighted on n tree by the
gate and called, with her voice as
sweet as music: Goo. coo! May 1
come in? Coo. cool May come in?r
But the little girl did not hear, for
Just then heT mother called f:oTTN-ti1o
kitchen: Little daughter, come ini
I want you to rock the baby to Sleep"
And before the dove had time to call
again the little girl began to cry as
loudly as she could: Boo-hoo. boo
hool 1 don't want to come in. Boo-hoo!
boo-hOo"
Goo. coor' called the white dove;
but II did no good. So she spread her
wings and flew away.
II would rather live next door to a
growly grizzly bear" she said to her
self. than in the house with child
who cries like that"
On and on she flew, over the tree
tops and roofs, till she reached big
house that had a great many doors and
windows. The windows were open,
and. looking in, the white dove saw
half a dozen boys and girls playing
together.
oh. what a noise there was! The
baby had walked up long before he
was through with his nap, aid he was
CRYING about it, and the nurse was
singing to him. and ali the rest were
running and screaming and jumping,
till altogether there was such q din
that the white dove could not make
herself heard, although she called
many times.
At last. however, somebody spied
her. and then what q terrible time she
had!
Every child in the room began to
push and scramble to get her. shes
miner shes miner Il saw her
frstr "You didn'tr' II dld!' they
cried. all talking at once. till the white
dove spread her wings and few away.
at would be almost as bad as Iv-
ing next door to n srowly grizzly bear
to live in the house with all thar
noise" she said as she flew away.
Her white wings were weary. and
she began to think that she would
have TO turn back. when she heard
sound as sweet as her own voice. 1t
came from a brown house near by,
and the white dove made haste to the
door TO find out what the sounu was
When she put her head in at the
door she saw a little girl rocking her
baby brother 10 sleep in his CRADLE
and It was this little girl who had the
voice like music. As she rocked the
cradle she sang:
"AIl the pretty little horses;
White and gray and black and pay;
All the pretty little horses,
You shall see some day, some day
All the pretty little horses.
GOO. coo! May 1 come inT' called
the white dove softly at the door; and
me little girl looked up.
Now. the child had often thought
that she would rather have n white
dove than anything else in the world.
and she whispered back: Dear dove,
come in Then the white dove went
in ard lived there all the days of her
life. and never had to so back to live
by the growly grizzly bear any more;
for she had found a home with a good
child. and that is the best home in the
world.-Maud Lindsay. In the Kinder
garten Review.