Bisbee daily review., 1909-02-14
"A FAIRY TALE E 4 Twentieth Century Story
 By a Twentieth Century Girl

Once upoa a time to begin in the orthodox ElaEner. and what wouid a fai-y tale he, pray. if you didn't be gin it In the good old way?
 Once upen a time, then, in a little Western mining camp (that sas since city) there, lived the little girl who is to be the subject of my true fairy tale.
 Now. that last phrase may sound somewhat paradoxical, but I really 1on't see what we're to do about is. Do you?
 Ger little girl. being from the beau tiSul Sosrhland. did. not take very kindly to the wild West. The COL trais was too great! Instead or grassy prairies. dotted with flowers and traversed by babbiing brooks. with beautiful trees. among the branches Of which 2 sang countless birds; she beheld barren hills. sparseiy covered with stunted trees and cacti. The canyons and arroyos were 50 dry. it was difficult % imag- inc them ever beinS filled with water.
 So 1t is not surprising that when our little girl first beheld the bare red hills and the unpainted little houses. she should become so hom- sick she did not want to remain an otier minute in such dreary place: but as she counfd not do otherwise. she. like a brave little girl. kept her views to herself,
 What. desolate place ii is. she though, dont believe it was in- tended that people should i've here. But It was, though, you know. for those old rock ribbed hills were ricn in: minerals, and it was just as nee essary that they be obtained, as the grain and cotton fuf her dear south ern hone.
 Well. our little girl. after the nov- city wore off. became lonely and sad and bade fair to grow into the count erpart Of the ignorant careless wOm- sn about her, but for a timely inter ssntior about which I an going tt tell you.
 One day. a. our little girl. whom | Is high time We gave a name (anc right hero I will pause long enOugf to christen her Nary one day, as Mary was wandering disccnsolately over the foothills. she sat down bo heath the scanty shade of gnarlef oak to rest reclining cOmfOrtabl! against it's rugged trunk, and lettini her gaze wander over the not dtstan horizon, her thoughts took tlei usual trend What miserable bar ren old desert of country it is! she exclaimed in angry disgust Could anything be more hideou than those naked, rock strewn aills
 "Oh. don't know" exclaimed sweet voice. so near. it caused be to start up in alarm. Looking aroun =he beheld. sitting on stone q moi beautiful little lady. her daint ou fine in startling contrast to hC rugged surroundings. Mary had req fairy tales ever since she could req at all, but never had she heard ( read of sucI. strange. yet beautif' creature as this. She appeared to about Is inches high, of most el quisite proportions. but her colorin was at once the stTangest, yet loy Hest Of ier many charms.
 Her skin was as pinE as any SO she'll, and her eyes were large ar quite golden. her hair. which ripple round her shoulders in wavy masse was green, of the shade of the no that Is found at the base Of the rock after the rains have transformed q dry 'arroyos into gurgling brooks,
 dark rich green. it is, as beautif as it is delicate.
 After xaiting for Mary to recov somewhat from her surprise, sl said. and iler voice was as sweet the warble Of bird: Mary why a
 you SO blind2 Can you not see th you are surrounded by countle r.harins iu Nature2 Look over
 your right. what do you see"