The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-01-22

them. And so ended red apple No. B.
 And now we'll return to the first apple the one that was taken away from the basket first. As you remember. 1t went into the bulging pocket Of a little boy named Johnnie. We'll, after Johnny had eaten his fill of mixed nuts-cracking and eating all the way home. which was five blocks from the grocery store-he drew from his pocket the red apple and looked It over. "Ain't 1t a beautiful apple, Mammal" he asked, as his mother took off his overcoat and overshoes. They had reached home and were in the living room.
 ''Yes, it's very nice apple, almost per feet in color and shape" replied Mamma.
 ''Yes, it's almost too pretty to eat" till cousin Minnie comes over and give her half of it.'' Then Johnnie put the red apple on the table in the living room and ran up stairs to finish some work he was doing in his own room. He was building q boat to sail in the bathtub and wanted to have it ready for the water before his cousins Minnie came in the aft ernoon.
 After Johnnie had gone up stairs and his mother had gone to the library to read late magazine, Cook came bustling into the living-roo with broom and dust CT. It was her cleaning day. As she swept the feather duster about over the furniture her eye fell on the red apple on the table. "Och, that Johnnie is al- ways carryin' me fruit from the kitchen and litterin' up the tables wid 1t. I'll jest put this back where 1t belongs" So saying, Cook took the apple to the pantry and was about to toss it into a pan of apples that stood on a shelf. But the bright color of the pretty thing held her eye. My, but you're beaut,' she said. Guess I'll take You to me little niece, Katie Darlin'. She's that fond of pretty apples Ach, the little dear has been sick. So I'll jest bake nice apple dumplin' fer her and put some hard sauce wid it. will.
 That evening, after her work was done, Cook went to visit her married sister and carried along the daintiest bit of an apple dumpling for little Katie. The red. red apple was inside that dumping. It seemed almost prophetic that it should turn into a dumping the conversa- tion on top the basket of apples.
 We'll Katie ate the dumpling in a jiffy and said it was the finest-favored one she had ever tasted. And so disappeared another of the red trio.
 And now to return to apple No. 2. He was inside a bag with several other apples of indifferent color and shape. He was the very undermost one, and when the young man, leading the dog, began eating from the bag, our choice red fel- low wns not brought forth. The young man ate three of the apples, leaving our red one and two others in the bag. These he took home and gave to his young brother, boy of seven. Mir. Seven-year- old was just going out to join some boys at coasting down the hill, for 1t was dur ing the noon hour. and he had 20 minutes to play before going back to school. So, apples bulging from his pockets and sled dragging behind. he went merriy to the coasting hill. There he gave an apple to each of his two friends. keeping one for himself The fine red one fell into the hands-and almost instantly into the ca pacious little stomach--of Pete Handy. And Pete did not leave even the core. He ate the juicy red apple-skin, seeds and all. Not morsel remained to tell the tale.
 And so they went their ways. the red apples three. And each was happy in his own way, glad to follow out the path made for him by Mother Nature, whether it be in pie, pudding, dumplinga or just plain raw. n a3iap ie.