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Der Deutsche correspondent. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1841-1918, 1909-06-28

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Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31

choose to do this. He flew nigh up, where
neither william nor Emily could reach
him, and at last they sat down on a rock,
and then William said: ION the whole,
1 am glad we did not catch the butterfly,
for we did not want it and we would only
have hurt Il. Why should we harm a
bird or a butterfly just to please our
selves We ought to know better"
Just then the butterfly settled on a
blade of grass close by, and William
quickly pulled off his cap and was about
to catch the butterfly, when Emily held
his arm and said: why should we harm
a bird or a butterfly just to please our
selves?'
William laughed and said: "You are
right, Emily. Those who preach ought
to practice. Now, l will tell you what
Will be better than chasing butterflies.
Let us go and pluck some harebells."
"Oh, yes!" cried Emily; why didn't we
think of IL before? Mother is so fond,
you know, of having harebells in her lit
tie vase"
And so the brother and sister did a
much wiser tling than chasing butter
flies. They made a nice little nosegay.
all of harebells, and took it to their
mother, who kissed them both and thanked
them for the gift.
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31
An Aunt as a Mother

By Helen Verrill, Age u Years, The streh-
low, Omaha. Blue.
Once upon a time there lived a little girl
and her mother, who was a widow, and
had to work very hard for a living ana to
get enough for her child and herself TO
live upon comfortably.
One day the poor woman became sick
and died, leaving her daughter, who was
only 10 years old. The landlord came for
his rent. The little girl. whose name was
Amy, had no money, so he put her out Of
the house.
Amy went to a boarding school for girls
and asked II she might do errards. They
took her in, but were very unkind to her.
1t happened she had a very rich uncle,
who had been abroad. He found her and
took her as his own little girl. His wife
was very good to Amy and treated her as
her own child.
Amy was in her uncle's family, where
there were four other children besides her
self. There was a lovely nursery and two
nurses to take care of the children Amy
grew TO call her aunt and uncle mother
and father. She lived a very happy life.
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31

Of to a true, good fairy! OF course, the
wicked spirite would go at once to the
Weather Man and there, deceiving him,
try to persuade him to bring about a clear
cloudness morrow.
ooh, 1 am going to run down to the cross
roads early tomorrow" cried little Roger;
That is, II the day comes out clear, and
I'll stay there till a real fairy happens
along"
That might be a good thing said the
mother. IF it really was a true fairy,
though, there'n be no need Of your going
to the crossroads tomorrow. for, as 1
said a while ago. no fairy ever goes back
on her promise"
When the family awoke on the morrow
the dawn was ~gloriously bright, and not a
sign OF a cloud In the sky. OF course, the
grounding would come out and see his
shadow II the sky remained as clear after
sunrise. Little Roger and his sister Ann
ran with all speed TO the crossroads, and
there they hid behind the bushes as on the
day previous. But hardly had they con-
cealed themselves when a low voice said
to them; May l be OF help to you, little
ones? l am the fairy queen, and l saw
your cross here on the signboard two days
hence, and came here yesterday and re-
manned all day, hoping to see you. AS
you did not come, / returned this morning
before the dawn, hoping you would be here
without fail today"
Then little Roger and his sister Ann told
the fairy of had happened there at
that very spot the day before, and how
their mother had reused their suspicious
by relating an experience Of her own at
the same crossroads.
"Ah, yes 1t was one OF those wicked
sprites," said the good fairy. They work
a deal OF mischief, for they have become
acquainted with some Of our methods, and
through that knowledge they can deceive
many good people into believing In them.
But, 1 must know what your wish is, my
little ones"
I'VE wish for a cloudy sky all today"
explained little Roger. Yes, without one
ray Of sunshine" added Ann, "for we want
an early spring. and the grounding must
not see his shadow this day"
1T shall be as you wish, II / can pos
sibly reach the Weather Man before time
for the sun to rise. As my time is limited.
and / have far to go. l must not tarry
another moment. / am off TO do your bid
ding"
"oh. hank you, dear, true fairyl' cried
both children joyously. I'VE know you are
a real fairy, for you remained invisible.
and only fairies can do that when they
talk. oh, bless you, dear good fairy"
Then little Roger and his sister Ann ran
home to tell OF their second experience at
the crossroads And just as the sun was
about to peep above the distant horizon a
great cloud gathered before 1t. darkening
the earth. And all that day the sky re-
manned dark. the sun obscured. and when
the groundhos came out. he said 70 him
self: What. no shadow 10 brighten me
this yearl Well, III just remain out and
ask the weather boss TO bring a warm
spell to keep me comfortable. 1 like the
spring, and so sure as my name Is hog I
shall call for q good early ons."
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31
Little Roger and Ann and the Fairy
BY william waliacs, Jr.

our garden vegetables. And the sheep
folds are much damaged by the long, se-
we're winter. Yes, brother, let us try
fetching the fairies"
On the last day Of January little Roger
and his sister Ann went to the cross roads
where a sign board was stationed on a tall
pole. Upon this sign board Roger drew
a cross with a red liquid made from dried
elderberries and touched the ends with a
bit of white paint that he found in his
fathers work shop. In order to reach the
sign board little Roger was obliged to
perch himself on his sister AIMS back
she, brave little maid, supporting the bur-
den without one word of complaint, al
though it was a very heavy one for her
frail body.
Now, tomorrow is the LIST of February
and We'll come hero and hide in the bushes
and wait for the fairies" said little Roger.
But that night. while little Roger and his
sister Ann and their parents were sleeping
in their rude house, keeping warm under
~sheepskin robes on beds Of dried grass.
there passed along the high road a wicked
sprite, an enemy to the good fairies that
lived in the mountains. Seeing the sign
board with the red cross drawn ~thereupon
the wicked sprite paused in her flight to
take a better look. "Ah, some of the poor
peasants trying to catch the attention of
the fairies" she said. Then she began TO
grin maliciously. "Ah, I have Il! I'll come
here on the morrow and make believe to
the peasants, who will surely be here to
meet any chance fairy, that I am
a fairy myself. And then I'll
premise to grant any wish Of theirs. All, !
see some mischief in store for me-" Then
eway flew the wicked sprite, laughing over
the anticipated deception planned for the
morrow.
But scarcely had the wicked sprite gone
when along came a real true fairy. and
seeing the red cross with the white tips
on 1t, paused as the wicked sprite had
done. "Ah, some poor person in trouble
who wants my help" unused the good
fairy. "Well, l shall come here tomorrow
morning and grant any wish that may be
made by the distressed one." So saying,
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31
One Disagreeable Boy

BY Mildred Erickson, 27O9 Howard Street,
Omaha, Neb. Blue.
II was a snowy day, just the kind Of
day little folks like. Jack frost-oh, yes,
he was out, for you know that's his duty;
you must know there is no fun unless lie
is out to pinch the toes and bite the nose.
They were playing smoothly until Rich
ard, a very rich and hateful boy, $ id:
'Do you like that girl? She's got such
an old coat and shoes and such great big
holes in her stockings and she lives i'm
that old house? Her mother washes for
us, and I'd hate to be so poor" said he.
Poor little Mabel started to cry, but al
the other children took pity on her and
did not talk to Richard.
Richard thought he would act smart ami
go faster than the other children, but at
last when he reached the bottom of the
hill a crash, crash, crash was heard. 4
wagon coming from the opposite direction
had ran right into Richards sled and he
himself was hurt seriously, and the next
day a painful operation had TO be per-
formed
But the many long weeks he suffered
he thought of what he had done and how
he hurt little Mabel's feelings. As soon
as he was well again he saved his money
and got Mabel all the things she could
possibly use, and now they are the
happiest children alive.
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31
Second Prize.
Honesty

BY Bessie jackson, Aged II Years. S25
South Twenty-third Street, Omaha. Red.
Two boys were walking down the street.
Presently one Of them stopped, and looking
up at his companion said; Say, Jimmy,
amt you going to do it? It's nothin'."
NO" answered the other.
Say, but you're a coward" responded his
companion.
We'll, I don't care" answered the other.
John Harrington and Jimmy Stone were
poor and both had to sell papers. Jimmy's
mother was a widow. She was honest, good
and kind, and she had taught her children
the same. Jimmy never was dishonest, and
when the other boy told him that If he
wouldn't steal money as other fellows do
when they are poor he never would be a
rich gentleman, like a man he saw yester-
day. But Jimmy knew better-if you don't
act fair and square you can't be what you
call a gentleman.
AS they stood selling papers a tall-looklng
gentleman came up to Jimmy and said:
Give me a paper" Jimmy handed him the
paper and in return the man gave him so
cents and walked away Jimmy knew it
was a mistake and started running after
the man, while his companion whispered:
Keep it, keep it." but Jimmy would not.
Finally he caught UP with the man and
told him his mistake. "For your honesty
you can keep it," he said, The man locke
Jimmy full in the face and then added:
How would you like to work for me?"
II would like TO very much, sir" he said.
What is your manner" he asked. After
Jimmy had told him about himself, his
mother and sister, the man said: well,
Jimmy. you talk to your mother about this
business affair and be down bright and
early to my house on Fifth avenue" Jimmy
promised to do all which he was told.
Jimmy Stone is now a man and in BUSH
ness with Mr.. Leslie Qor that was the
mans nance and is very rich. His mother
and sister are living in peace and plenty,
while John Harrington Is still shiftless and
dishonest. He has been in Jail and out
many times.
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31

our cattle and sheep will suffer unless we
have al early spring"
"Ah, my little ones, it shall be as you
say" cried the wicked sprite. And she
waved a little stick as though 1t were a
wand. And little Roger and his sister
Ann did not know the difference. Now,
you may go home at once and I'll attend
to your wants, went on the wicked sprite.
You shall have a cloudy day tomorrow"
OF course, little Roger and his sister
Ann went to their home in the happiest
of moods. They had seen and talked
with a fairy, and she had promised them
an early spring. hat meant a great
deal TO the poor peasants in that part
OF the country, for everywhere the last
years crops had been short, and there
would be much want should the win'er
be prolonged.
When the father and mother of little
Roger and his sister Ann returned from
the village they found their two children
in a most happy frame of mind, and as
soon as they could sit beside the fire
place they were told the entire story of
the cross on the sign-board and the re-
suit Of 1t.
"Ah, an early spring VIII bring us
FNNNS NAN NAS 6pON oNAAC wv
have enough to Eerve us till the grass
and the garden come again, IL the spring
brings them early. All, the fairies are
good to us at times. bless hem"
AYE, aye responded the good mother.
But it would not have awaited us any
thing had 1 gone to the crossroads to
see the fairy, for luck is always against
me in hat matter"
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sister Ann in one voice.
why, It is this way" explained their
mother. "once upon a time, long. long
ago. l thought to try a charm at the
crossroads. and went there and made a
white-tipped red cross on the ~sign-board.
Well. on the following day 1 went to see
II anything would come Of 1t, and just as
l arrived there l saw in a tree one whom
! took to be a fairy. But l am sure-and
have been ever since the occurrence
that 1t was one of those wicked sprites
that fly about the country to make what
mischief they can. Well, she asked me to
make a wish and said it would be imme-
diately granted. OF course. l made the
wish, which was for a good rain to give
life to our dying crops. 1T shall pour rain
tonight, my child promised the one
I" AohS' ~ muNh
pleased with what / supposed my success.
l hurried home TO await the promised
result. But the night passed without the
sign OF a cloud. The following day went
by the same, and on went the days, as
dry as bones, without one drop OF rain.
And then l concluded / had been caugnI
by a wicked sprite instead Of having seen
a fairy. For fairies never make promises
they do not keen only hone my daay
children. that you saw the real fairy and
not a wicked sprite."
Both little Roger and his sister Ann
felt a bit uneasy over what their mother
told them. How like her own experience
theirs had been. Suppose they had given
their confidence to a wicked spirit instead
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31
Two Cousins

BY Freda Trustin, Age 10 Years, sI16
Pierce Street, Omaha, Neb. Red.
Betty was sitting on the porch with a
book in her lap when her mother came
out with a letter in her hand.
Your Uncle George has written to me
saving that he will be here in a few days,
He is bringing his little motherless
daughter, May, with him. You must try
to make her happy while she Is here be-
cause you know she has no mother. as
you have she said, sitting down beside
Betty.
Oh, mamma, / will try my best to
make her happy" cried Betty.
A few days later Betty was busy as a
little bee arranging the little white room
for her cousin May, and then she ran
down stairs and watered her garden
betty always took the greatest care OF
her flowers.) She picked a pretty nose
gay and brought 1t upstairs to the little
room. As she locke out of the window
she saw a carriage coming up to the door.
"Oh, 1t must be Cousin May and Uncle
George" she exclaimed. and she ran
down to the door to greet them.
Hello, Uncle George and Cousin May"
she cried, shaking their hands at one
time.
why, how DO you uoI bet'ys sd'u
May, patting Betty's cheek in a grown
up manner, yet she was only a few
weeks older than Betty.
Betty could not keep her eyes off her
cousins stylishly dressed little figure.
When they went into the house she took
May up to her room.
What a sweet room, but you ought to
see the room I had in the hotel in New
York. 1t was beautiful" she said.
The next morning Betty woke early
She ran into her cousins room, but her
cousin was still asleep. She went down
stairs to breakfast with a long face.
Good morning, Betty dear. What Is the
matter?" asked her mother, and not get
ting a direct reply, she continued, How
do you like your cousin?"
"Oh, 1 like her all right, but I'm dis
appointed" she said with a choke in
her voice.
Come, come, now, little girl" said her
mother, taking her in her arms. "You
must remember that your cousin May
has never had little playmates as you have
had all your life, always having to be
shut up indoors in a big hotel where ]
suppose no one took much notice OF her,
for she had no mother to look after her
and talk to her the way a little girl should
be talked to. That is why she acts like a
grownup. Let US try, you and ]. to make
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31
First PRICE,.
The Fairy Cuckoo

By Nina Ewes, Aged - Years, O'Neill, Neb.
Red.
There was once a little girl whose name
was Griselda, who did not like to go to
school. Her mother was dead, and she
was sent to her aunts to go to school and
also to live with them.
They lived in a beautiful large house.
The first night she was there, she woke
up and heard; Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!'
1t was the cuckoo clock. She was very
frightened because she thought it was a
real cuckoo, so when she went down to
breakfast she asked her aunts what it was,
and they told her it was a cuckoo clock.
This cuckoo was a fairy. Well, she wal to
start in school; the teacher came and she
called him Mr.. Kneebreeches She got her
lessons and then she could lave a little
recreation. She never had anybody to play
with. "Ohl dear! / wish it was summer,
1t is so lonely staying in the house all the
time" she said.
At last summer came. One day she was
getting her lessons and she said: A
cuckoo! wont you take me same placer
The cuckoo said, Yes, where do you
want to go?' she said, Wont you take
me to ~fairyland?''
The cuckoo said, "Oh! MOI" She said,
well, wont you take me to butterfly land,
the butterflies never have to work and /
would like to go and see them"
The butterflies were going to have a
banquet and the cuckoo and Griselda went,
but Griselda said, OH! Cuckoo, 1 can't go.
1 have just got on my nightie,'' but the
cuckoo said. "Oh l will fix you out, come
along" She got there and she saw beau
tiful butterflies working very hard.
When she saw that she changed her mind
about the butterflies, they worked very
hard. The banquet had started. The butter,
flies all swarmed around her and she sat
down.
The butterflies had honey to eat. She
happened to have her handkerchief with
her and they put some perfume on it.
At last Griselda was awakened by the
nurse knocking on the door of her room,
and she got her lessons and then went
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31

the good fairy flew away towards the
mountain where she lived.
Bright and early on the morning of
the first of February little Roger and his
sister Ann went to the crossroads to
await any fairy that might chance to
come that way. Their parents had gone
to the village to carry some geese to mar
ket, and little Roger and his sister Ann
would be alone till near nightfall. SO they
were free to pass the time in watching for
the fairy whom they had summoned by
means of the white-tipped red cross on the
sign board at the crossroads. There, in
the cold snow, they waited for the fairy
whom they hoped to see soon. After about
half an hour of waiting a soft sound as of
wings caught their ears, and they looked
UP to see lowering near them in a tall
tree a dainty form. OF course, they mis-
took 1t for a fairy and felt the greatest
joy. Blu the truth was, the form was that
of the wicked sprite, and she had come
before the real true fairy. "Ah, my little
ones, what is your wish?" asked the wicked
sprite, speaking in the assumed voice Of
a real fairy.
"oh. good fairy" said Ann. rising and
looking lovingly up into the wicked sprite's
face, I'VE have come here TO implore you
to use your influence with the Weather
Man to bring US a cloudy morrow, from
early in the morning till late in the even
ing. We desire that the ground hog shall
not see his shadow. We want an early
spring. so that We may have pasture for
our cows and garden for ourselves. Grain
and provisions are giving out, and We and
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31

II think 80. The only one who could get
ahead Of me is Amy Brown. The prize is
five dollars, and / suppose Amy needs II
more than 1 do. History Is my f~avorite
study. as l love to read about battles. l
wish we had battles now"
W. do said her sister. Everybody
fights battles almost every day and most
people fight them all their life. What 1
mean is the battle between the right and
the wrong. And it is just as hard to fight
as the battles between countries.
The next morning wnen she was going
to school jeanette said to herself Il feel
mean to take the prize from Amy Brown,
because she needs the money so much.
But everybody should have the same
chance"
The next day when she came home from
school her sister asked, did you win the
prize7'
mo-" was the answer. Amy Strong
won It. 1 didn't try. Marie. But 1 found
out one thing, and that is that you are
light about the battles. 1 know now that
it is just as hard to fight a battle between
right and wrong as between two countries
Omaha daily bee., 1909-01-31
Letter from the King Bee

Dear Editor and Busy Bees: 1t is wit 1
heartfelt thanks that l write you for the
honor lone me by again making me King
Bee. 1t certainly was an honor when L
was made the first King Bee, but 1t Is
still more so when 1 am elected again. L
will try to carry out my office in as
good, If not better, a way than 1 did last
time, even though the red side won then.
/ have not written before because of a
sore thumb on my right hand, which
nearly amounted to blood poison. 1 will
try to write a story soon, as i have not
written one for some time. Thanking you
and all the Busy Bees again, I remain.
your King Bee,
MAURICE JOHNSON,
1927 Locust Street, Omaha