Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-04-28

"All right said she, "I'll do
stunt but we won't have to begin
whole new game of forfeits Here,
Mary 'Lizabeth." she handed her
friend a little goid seal ring, "now
tell me what TO do to redeem it.
That's fair, isn't -
Eyes, yes" cried the children.
Mar Elizabetn's eyes twinkled
The owner shall tell a story a
good one" said she, land well all
sit and listen"
Davies guests capped hands at
this, and made room for Dorothy on
the top step of the SIDE porch.
Don't make il too long, said
Davie.
Dorothy glared at her brother and
was about to make a pert reply
when she remembered that they had
guests and must be polite, whether
or not So she just said. "All right,
brother dear" so sweetly that DaVie
looked suspicious.
81 s'pose it'll be extra long now,
said he.
Dorothy ignored the remark. She
smiled at her waiting audience and
began:
"Once upon a time there was a
little yellow butterfly that lived in
sunny garden ana flew about from
flower to flower i'll the bright sun
shine
at was n lovely old garden, full OF
old fashioned flowers, roses and
Dansies and sweet william and mig
nonette, and the little yellow but
tcrhy enjoyed himself nightly
How do you do, the roses would
say when he paused to rest on their
H.. d.
always welcomed him gladly, too.
And then one day some children
came along with butterfly net.
"'Here's one Here's oneP they
cried running straight for the lit
tie yellow butterfly, he'll do for our
collection. He's a beauty
Run away Run away Whis-
pered a pink rose in the butterfly's
ear, or they will get you and kill
you. \ collection means a whole
book or wall card full of dead but
terflies, held in place by cruel pins
that go through their bodies. Run
away; run away, quickly'
But the little yellow butterfly
couldn't understand.
1T had always been so happy"
said Dorothy earnestly, that it
couldn't grasp the idea that any
body or anything could hurt IL. So
it looked at the ch ldren with Won
der in its eyes, and while it looked
a fat boy with sparkling black eyes
popped the butterfly net over it, and
the little yellow butterfly was a
prisoner.
and all the roses in the garden,
and the sweet williams and the
mignonette, hung their heads and
Wept,
IA ha!' cried the boy with the
black eyes, this is a fine one;' and
a little girl with brown braids came
very near and peeped at the little
yellow butterfly.
"Let us set the pretty little thing
free said she; but the little fat
boy cried No, sir-ree He goes in
the collection At this the yellow
butterfly began to shake, for he
thought of the cruel pin of which
the rose had told him
Dorothy paused and Mary Eliza
beth declared that the story was
making her very sad.
me too" said the Oldest Blake
girl, looking very mournful.
81 don't like a story that hasn't
single cowboy or Indian in it, or
wild animal" cried Davie. who
cares about butterfiies?"
would you catch one in metz"
demanded Mary Elizabeth, stand
ing over.
"N-no," said Davie but that
don't say ] like to hear"
I'm going to begin again, said
Dorothy. decidedly, so keep still,
Davie Dear The little girl with
the brown braids said nothing, but
she kept watching the little fat boy,