The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1907-11-29
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Truth Of Things.
By Zelia Margaret Walters.


Bobby travelled slowly across the
lawn Juggling a protesting bunny by
its ears. Bobby's will and muscle pre-
vailed, and the bunny was dragged IN
to the playhouse From thence short
~ arose the sounds Of a struggle. Bob
by's voice came in wrathful com
mands, the bunny objected by scratch
ing furiously on the floor, and at times
wee Margie added to the confusion by
a hysterlc Shrek One louder than
the rest brought mother flying to the
playhouse The bunny bolted when
she opened the door, and Bobby
stamped his foot in rage.
well. Bobby, what's the matter?
Il was trying to hitch the old thing
to my wagon, and he wouldn't"
But you can't hitch Dummies to wa
CONS. Don't you know they just
jump along They won't do at all
to drag wagons"
"Why, yes, mother, did you forget?
There's a picture in my book where
four Dummies are hitched to little
coach and they're taking another bun
ny for drive And it says SO IN the
story, too"
ayes, / remember that But the
story and picture are just for fun. Bun
MES don't really do that"
isn't il true?" he demanded In aw-
full tones
mo"
The answer plainly shook his little
world, He struggled for readjust-
ment
isn't Beauty and the Beast true?'
I'm afraid not quite said mother,
distressed but conscientious.
And wasn't he prince turned into
a beast?"
Moo At least not the kind of
beast you see in the picture"
"And isn't Jacll-'n'- the-beanstalk
true. nor Hoppe -my-thumb, nor-nor
anything?"
"The stories in the fairy book all
mean something true" she consoled
him.
I'll bet there amt anything true"
he stormed, Il spose it's just a make
blieve story about the angel dear that
keeps watch beside me While | sleep"
ooh, no, indeed! cried mother in
shocked tones "That is true You must
believe about the angels"
He kicked at the wagon in gloomy
81 Of "a
seemed to afford him little comfort
in the general wreck of things.
Guess I'll go see Aunt jean he
said at length He was wondering if
all the jolly stories she had told him
were dust and ashes, too.
The interview with Aunt Jean must
have been unsatisfactory, for present
ly he wandered away with the lag
ging fooasteps that betoken a heavy
heart He could not go back to the
playhouse yet Marge and the puppy
were too mirthful for his present
mood The small grove that the sub
urbanites proudly called Highland park
seemed quite deserted, and thither he
turned his steps. But another dis
quoted soul was pacing slowly down
the walk
"Oh! MIR. Ellison" he cried, running
forward with delight
why it's Bob, isn't il! How arc
you, old man?"
Very we'll, said Bobby. Then ne
stopped and shook his head dismany.
Say, did you know Beauty and the
Beast amt tme?"
why, no, l hadn't heard. When did
it happen?'
Mother told me just now Jack-'n-
the-beanstalk aint-isn't true, Meth
er. And nothing isn't except the am
gels. and they don't amount to much
for stories"
IT'S too bad old man, but it's got
to come"
What has?" said Bobby, looking
about
THE day of finding out how many
nice things aren't true"
"oh! Say, she said he didn't turn
into the kind of beast in the picture.
Now if he turned into any at all why
couldn't they have made a picture like
it, What do they want to try to fool a
fellow for?"
1T would be hard to make a picture
of the kind of beast some fellows be-
come
There was a pause as the two walked
on down the path side by side Each
seemed to be busy with his own
and apparently these
thoughts must have been about as dis
NAL in one case as in the otner
BY and by Bobby said;
''Mr Ellison where are you going?"