Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-06-28

| W1ndOW-S1ll ana hooked into the iron
yard very hard indeed to forget tina
tempting morsel on the kitchen table
Ii was while she was so employed tina
mother, home from Mrs. Simmons
and Nellie, back from school, and bot
happening through the gate together
caught sight of her.
Hello Kittykins! Hello, Slick!
cried Nellie. Gracious me! the liver!
exclaimed mother Suddenly remen
bering, she opened the pantry door
| When she saw what a most uncom
monty honest kitten Slick had been
what do you suppose she did? Sh'
set away the liver and gave Slick ;
generous helping of leftover salmon
which, of all things to eat, is just wha
cats most enjoy. While Kitty was re
yelling In her quite unexpected treat
mother took Nellie on her lap, and tolt
her just what an honest, upright, anC
altogether righteous small specimen O.
cathood Slick had proven herself tt
be-"
Blessed are the Pure In Heart.
when you look across the ponG
that's down in the woodland hollow,
said Jack, you'd hardly believe how
black and oozy it is way down in its
muddy depths, nor what Gravity crea
lures creep round down there. In the
middle of all the mud, and with al
those very creeper sand crawlers
jostling Il, water lily bud was
stretching her slim stem trying to gel
away from the mire and Gravity
things; and whenever she felt tired
or too discouraged, she would say to
herself, There must be something
finer and clearer up ahead and above
so I'll just try and keep myself clean
and white inside while trying to get
there And always her stem was
growing longer and her green and
pointed bud closer to the silver sur
face of the water.
when at last she lay on top OF It,
her petals separating, as the green
opened, It was midnight,
and although the twinkling stars
shone down upon her, and their re
Election trembled on the pond all about
her, it really was almost as dark as
1t had been under water at the pona
bottom, and the disappointed lily
shivered tn the cool night breeze.
"In little while the sky above her
grew warmly rosy, then crimson and
then gold; and all at once the tree
tops, the bushes and sedges round
the pond we're bathed in shimmering
radiance as the round and golden sun
rose glorfously and sent his brilliant
rays dancing and sparkling across the
ripping pond, and kissed the spot
less petals Of the lily as she lay, high
above mud and mean, low, grovelirg
things-a stainless, golden-hearted
dower OF purity upon the cold green
water"
Blessed are the Peacemakers.
"You wouldn't think 1t, and indeed
it's sad it should be so,' remarked
Jack-in.th pulpit, "but even In these
peaceful, remote woods pouncings
and jostlings, squabbling and SOUL
fling generally are not entirely un-
known, while the harsh sound OF
scolding and upbraiding often arises
high above the sound of birds and
hum of insects. / suppose It really
sounds worse than it is; but it grieves
me very much besides making me
feel much ashamed for my congrega-
sion," here Jacks pulpit shook with
his sad and breezy sigh, "and II 1t
we're not for the pewee-bird- YOU
know the tiny gray and olive green
birdie which you think says pewee,
only you don't hear straight really
don't think should be able to stand
it. The dear little pewee seems to feol
when something unpleasant Is brew
ng, and Immediately perches on a
nearby twig and shakes deprecat-
ing, twinkly-eyed head at the dis
putants. Then, when the gay-feather-
ed blue-jays won't stop sparring,
when, the big black crows will keep
cawing furiously at each other, and
The katydids persist in their contra
lictings, the pewee quietly waits for
the first little. lull in the hubbub, and
then she breathes across it her liquid,
shocked and plaintive 'deah-h-h-me-e,'
which always brings the dispute to
short stop, while her second pathetic
deah-meee' usually results in recon
Citation and handshakes all around.
"You see," Jack continued very
earnestly, "it's far easier to stop 9TH
ers-birds as we'll as folks - from
scolding at and about each other than
you'd think for; you've only just got
to feel very strongly that there
should be peace, and any small bird
Or child-can do 1t. All the wranglers
need is some one to interrupt these
hard and horrid words long enough
to bring home to those who say
them just how hard and horrid the
words are; and by the time the quar-
refers stop to think the quarrel is
Well-nigh over. ,.
Katy-did,' cries one light-green in
sect. She didn't CURLY answers an
other from a nearby tree. Yes, she
iid!' insists the first, and there they
90 thither and hither, getting more
vehement and crosser with every re-
petition. till the pewee's gentle 'deah-
n-me-t' makes the first little mite think
hat perhaps after all Katy did not
and the second tiny chirper reflect
hat even If Katy did, it's no great
matter anyway; and by the time the
little peacemaker's second 'deah-me-e'
sounds, the katydids feel how very
foolish it is to make such a time how
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