Newark evening star and Newark advertiser., 1914-04-02

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how it was done. In a minute she
flew to a little branch that was only
foot away.
Follow me, she said to Peter,
and do be CAREFUL
Peter tapped his wings, got all
ready to fly,- and then became
scared. Suppose l should fall,
said he, fearfully.
This provoked the mother bird.
She did not want her son to be a
coward.
Try she said, If your wings
are strong enough you will not fall.
And If they are not strong enough
you will not be able to fly
so Peter Tapped his wings again,
and this time, with a great flutter-
ing, he managed to reach the
branch to which he clung tightly
with his claws, while all Of the
other birds craned their necks to
see, and wished nightly that they
were big enough and brave enough
TO fly too.
II flew! l hew!' sung Peter in
triumphant voice, now I will fly
all over the whole world
L do not think you will, at least
today said the wise mother bird,
You will be glad pretty soon to fly
back to the nest and rest
Peter cooked his head to one
side. He thought he was much
WISER than his mother, you see,
You watch and see," he cried
proudly. And then he called to his
brothers and sisters to fly with him
to see the whole wide, beautiful
world. The birdie that sat on the
edge of the nest tried to go to Peter,
but his wings refused TO take him;
they were not strong enough.
This made Peter very proud and
he began to brag. something like
Davie does" Dorothy paused IN her
story long enough to cast a teasing
glance at her brother, who turned
very red, but promptly declared
that he never Dragged in his whole
life.
Your who-ole life! Davie Dear,
what are you saying?" cried Doro-
thy, and Mary Elizabeth chirned in:
'Davie Dear, il you say that you
are q story teller!'
"We-ell," amended Davie, his face
flushing all over again, II never did
brag very much, 'cept bout being
six, nearly seven, now did |, Dor
othy? And isn't seven nearly grown
up?p
Maybe 1t Is to you.'' said Doro-
thy, trying to be very just, "but 1t
isn't to Mary Elizabeth and me,
cause we're both ten, and ten is
three years older than seven. Now,
let me go on with my story.
As / sad before. Peter began to
brag about all the things he was
going TO do. You'll never have to
bring me any more worms he cried
b., tv1 A.,
upper branch watching him anx-
iously. I can fly now and will find
my own. Was ever there q bird as
brave and fine as ~
But" Dorothy shook her head
solemnly, when he came to fly he
found out. All people find out when
they brag." And she looked at
Davie so sternly that he wriggled
uncertainty and hastily asked:
What do they find out?"
"They find out" Dorothy nodded
her golden head with each word,
''they find out that 1t takes more
than Dragging to do a thing. When
Peter started to fly off to see the
whole world ne found that his
wings we're very, very tired, and
he just had strength enough to fly
back to the nest and fall in 1t,
right among his brothers and sis
ters, And then he just lay still
and rested.
And after a little while the wise
mother bird came and rubbed his
head with her BILL which Is the way
mother birds kiss their little ones.
And she said, tomorrow will be
= other day, and your rested wings
v III take you further
ITO be oontinued.)