Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-03-20

Wind had, young and lovely inot1ei'
and her name WAS Dame Spring mere
ever She walked flowers would soon SPRING
up and IL size but smiled at the trees
buds burst forth soon to blossom INTO
leaves. And her presence caused the SKIES
To smile through the leaden veil thal
old Winter had left draped over them
But in spite of her Gentleness and beauty
and her love for flowers and bright skies
Dame Spring had many trials. one OF
these trials-or L. should say, her great
est trial-was her own dear, boisterous
son, Master March Wind. lie was, from
the very first, a mischievous little chap
and it was his pleasure TO rush 1ofth ol
"A morning and blow through the grass
and trees and make them rattle ana
shake frightening the early insects ana
the little nesting birds. And then as he
grcw-and he did grow tremendously
fast,-he became bolder and would rush
down the road kicking up the dust and
causing it to fly into peoples eyes. max
ing them cry out: "Oh, this terrible
march .wlnd.
Then he got to playing with the school
children. pulling al their hair and Jerking
off their hats and sonnets, carrying
them off down the town street or the
country lane. making the youngsters race
But the children enjoyed Master March
Wind that he grew very fond OF them.
FOR they never cried out against him and
always loved race with him. Even the
little girls delighted to have him blow
their curls about wildly, and TO take
away their little shoulder capes and bon
nets They would laugh merrily. deciar-
ing they loved Master March Wind, and
wished he might stay with them always.
But pretty soon Master March Wind
1nt n ha big strong fellow, and
he would go about the country blowing
down fences. young trees and small
houses And he enjoyed ripping the
clothes from clotheSlneS as soon as the
washerwoman had hung them up to dry.
Oh he did make himself troublesome at
times
One day while he was resting his dear,
fond mother came to him, saying:
Son / wish YOU would be less stormy
and bothersome. You create such a dis
turbance everywhere YOU go and people
are afraid of you. Why, | overheard Il
dear old farmer talking to his son the
other day and he was complaining that
YOU had blown the chimneys from his
house. and that the same day you
lad blown the ricks of hay from the
fields, causing him much trouble in gath
cring II up again Now. know YOU love
10 frolic, but you should not do harm to
the property of people or to the people
themselves"
But Master March Wind only laughed
and laughed, TIL MS mother declared lie
Lad no consideration for either herself
or others.
well, gentle mother smiled the hap
py and frolicsome youth. Master March
Wind, 81 can't help my disposition. 1t
is my nature to be rough and noisy and
to play pranks on people and things
But why should you bother about my do
ings? / help you in your work every
day You cause the grass to grow, and
I come along and blow against it, caus-
ing it to become hardy and self-support-
ing Were / to be mild and gentle the
grass the weeds, even the trees. would
become weak that they would not
be able to hold up their heads. l blow
against them. and they, in self-protec-
ton, lift up their bodies and brace them
selves against me. It's a battle for
strength, you see, and it makes them
strong to hold out against me-" Then
Master March Wind smiled at his moth
err. whom he loved very, very dearly
waiting for her reply. She sighed gently
and said
Maybe You are right. my son. in re-
gard to the flowers and trees. but what
excuse have you for having blown down
certain houses and hay ricks? That was
doing real harm to property"
Again Master March Wind laughed.