Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1909-05-15

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I ] 1UcA' said seven-year-od Robby, as he raised
- his curly yellow head from the couch and looked
at his mother with eager eyes.
Mothers lips were smiling she went about her
work, but her eyes were saying no. very plainly TO
Robby.
But mother, don't have to have the measles Just
because the children door have them and to-day
Arbor Day. When Tommy Morris said, I christen thee
George Washington, | going to wave the flag and
do it" ''" ' ANU l'' 1917 ' ~ anu ''O" '""
at cannot be helped my boy; you must not go to
school until am that you quite, quite well, but
If you wish, you may walk up the road far the
shade grows and try to find sunny face to bring back
The tears came into Robbys eyes, and l am afraid
that he slammed the gate in a rebclious mood as he
went out of the yard onto the pleasant country road
shaded by great waving
lust s if I'd have tn measles" he grumbled. "I
guess mothers don't know how boys feel, and anyway
fore get EN-"
The day was very warm and when Robby came to the
last tree, he sat down under it, and looked along the
road that stretched away i'll the distance, white with
dust and unshaded from the
Men have most all the trouble, anyway sighed
Robby. &" Here | am sitting under tree when want
to be planting and last night heard father say that
he might lose his position that the manager
had come, and then he would have to be idle for a
while"
Robby's face at all sunny he sat with his
elbows on his AeeS, but suddenly bright idea came
strewn about the ground
I'll do it," he said aloud and he stuffed acorns into
his pockets, his blouse. and his sleeves until he
He found clam shell just he needed it, and trot
ting out into the hot he dug hole in the soft
ground of the roadside planted acorn carefully
cred it, stamped the earth down. and up little stick
to mark the place On he went few steps and repeated
the action, measuring the distance between his pros
pectve trees by lengths of straight stick Acorn after
acorn he planted until one side of long stretch of road
shaded in his fancy by green waving branches and
then he trudged back TO the beginning, loaded himself
again with acorns and began work the other side of
the road. .,
How hot the was, and how his short legs ached,
and how tired and thirsty he felt
wish had drink, thought Robby, and then he
remembered that people who plant things always water
them il they expect them to grow. Almost the end
of his two of little white cottage
in glowing garden, and Robby decided that he would
ask for help carry his plan He through the
white gate and along path bordered by curious-lookng
boxes which Robby knew bcehves, because he
the bees flying in at the tiny doorways.
An old, old lady CAME out on the little porch. She
wore queer frilled bonnet, and from it shone her
round, red appeChceks and her kind bright blue eyes
She gave Robby drink from cup which PAINTED
with green leaves and pink roses, but when he asked
her if he might have from her pump water his
acorns, she hesatcd and finally said &" like YOU be-
you want to make Grcen-shaded road before my
house, and then walk into town without feeling
too warm, but my bees don't like boys and afraid
that you might make them nervous.
Robbys eyes filled with two great tears and the Bee
Woman, looking down into Them thought that they
looked like two blue lakes
WELL, she said if my bees like you you may take
the water and she led him down the path where the
busy bees were flying thick and fast. They lit on her