The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1907-07-20

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FOLKS
TALKS WITH NATURE.
/ think You're quite funny" I said
10 tue River, For while you've a
bed
1ol re awake night and day,
ana run on, Yet you stay:
And your mouth is SO far from year
head
| said to the Hill: I'll allow
1ou nave most wonderful brow
But you've such big foot
nat you never can put
On a shoe Of the style they use now"
said to the Tree: You are queer;
Your trunk is all packed bat l fear
You can't leave until spring
/ When-a curious thing
You must still remain standing right
here
70 a green red Blackberry l said:
i know you are green when you're
red
And you're red when you're green,
But to say what | mean
is enough 20 befudde ones head"
Nixon Waterman in St. Nicholas.
THE LUCK OF LITTLE RUTHY.
huthE Ransom lived in a little
frame house on the bank of the Allie
gheny River Her father was clerk
IN the village store and her mother
kept chickens to help out" for the
owner Of the store did not pay Ruth's
father very much
Her father had given her a lot Of
little pictures, all fastened together
IN one big page. He told her they
were to cat out and paste in her
scrap book. "Oh, no." Ruthy had
said, they are much too pretty to
touch?" And SO she saved them.
1t was now nearly Easter Ruthy
was sitting in the dining room re-
viewing her spelling lesson. Supper
was over and the dishes We're washed |
She could hear her mother putting
them away on the shelves in the kit |
chen.
Where is father" she thought. !
Then she heard him come in the kit /
chen and begin talking.
How many have you?'' he said
cob pIart1y'' ra,,1in1 x-;f, I
Is not what is bothering me-
Il know what it is then-dye."
Yes she said. Gould you get me
some?" /
There isn't a speck of dye in the
store. l sold the last package a week
ago"
"Oh, pshaw. It's too bad, If could
only think Of some other way Of max
ing eggs pretty, SO they would BE
Easter eggs and not just plain every
day eggs? Can't you thing OF some
way?
why, yes; if you had some paint
you could paint them,' suggested
Ruth's father.
Beautiful. And il l we're an ar
list. l could not only paint them,
2ut also paint pictures on them. If
s a very big word
Then they were both silent.
Ruthy heard her father go ost again.
Then she heard something that sound
ID like a sob. She slipped out of
he dining room door and up the
tairs.
Paint pictures On thenl-pictures ;;
N them She kept hearing it over
nd over in her mind. Easter eggs
With pictures on" She had never
cen any kind of an Easter egg with
lectures on it and the idea fascinated ;
GER. She kept thinking of it again
nd again.
When she reached the little room q
there she and Jenny, one of her :
ounger sisters. slept, she tip-toed soft
7, for Jenny was already in bed and :.
asst asleep. :
1t was dark. bat Ruthy was more .
han eight years old, and, there is :,
othing to be afraid of in the dark, =
nyway. On a box by the door was =
er precious scrap book. She always =
ept it there. From between its COW q
rs she drew something like a sheet
stiff paper. She passed her fingers
yer it lovingly, feeling the glazed
de with the raised picture On it. 1t e
eemed to her that she could see fl
ainly all its many forms and colors. S;
ere was a little rose; there was a 81
ny wreath Of flowers, and now her p
ngers touched the figure of tiny b
'ince with his funny little hat, his
ght knee trousers and Lis wee slip. 81
RS with bic bows She kissed the el