Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-11-27
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The GnOmes Take the Citadel Of
Honesty


There was no doubt about it. Plumpy
had his hands full. He had never
dreamed when he had let into his little
beloved Hollow that bright morning,
band of naughty Gnomes-that he had
laid up for himself such stacks of
trouble. And there was also no doubt
but that when he had opened the gates
(although he had helped matters a
great deaD, he had started terrible bat
ties going on underneath that pink and
SO day after day the battles ranged
all unseen and unknown to anyone but
Plumpy. Some days his mother and
said: My, but Plumpy is good little
boy to-day That was a day the
Fairies had won a battle. Then there
We're other days when everyone who
knew MIN said: My, but Plumpy is
disagreeable fellow to-day" That was
a day when the Gnomes had won a
battle = and SO day alter day and day
aIter day 1t went on; hrst one way then
another. And, so my dearest little be-
loveds. / am gong to tell you ten of
the Tn, battles when were fought in
Plumpy HollowIand who conquered
each tlme-and then in the very last
one you shall hear who held sway in
Plumpy's Hollow after a year of ter
riDle nghting.
So listen my dears and you shall
hear.
Well one day Plumpy had a terrible
temptation. II there was one thing
Plumpy loved il was great. rounI
brown molasses cakes. The kind which
were all shiny on top with the white
OF egg, and then baked in the oven
And one day when he was sent on an
errand by his mother to the next door
neighbors Sit happened that she was
baking Just that kind of cakes. Big,
round, SHINY, brown molasses cakes.
Plumpys heart gave one jump! And no
sooner had his eyes seen those cakes
than they told all the little hosts en-
eamped In Plumpys Hollow. Well poor
P'umpy thought his very insides were
coming out. First, all the little Gnomes
pounded on the jacket side of his Hol-
low; Take one Plumpy! Take one,
Plumpy! Then all the dear little
Plumpy. They don't belong to you,
Plumpy! Perhaps the lady will give
you one after while. Plumpyr Then
the growly little voices of the Gnomes
Numbered: NO she won't, Plumpyi
No she wont. Plumpy! You'll be left,
Well. poor Plumpy just held his ears
somehow or other he still heard them
as plainly as could be. And Just then
the lady who had been making the
big, brown. round shiny molasses cakes
stepped into another room.
Then such a lighting time as there
was down in Plumpy's Hollow. The
| little Larry Truth got out her glitter
| ing sword and Plumpy could hear IL
Gnome Dishonest I think had Plumpy
| turned his eyes some place else the
Fairy Truth might have conquered =
but he just kept them glued to those
molasses cakes. yes. stree, straight on
| those molasses cakes! And somehow
or other he just got the Fairy Truth
and the Gnome Dishonesty all jumbled
! together into one heap-and the next
! thing Plumpy's little white hand had
reached out-and into his pocket went
great big, brown, shiny molasses
cake.
The next minute Plumpy was out OF
| the door and down the street. and in
| Plumpy's Hollow the little Fairy Truth
lay ali crushed in a heap-and all the
| other little Fairies were weeping.
While over and above them stood one
and all of the horrible Gnomes,. dane
| Ing a wierd ugly dance, with the
Gnome Dishonesty leading off. And
when Plumpy had stuffed that great.
his little stomach--well. then the poor
Fair host just lay crushed. That night
! Plumpy went to bed, and. well his
| folks said he had nightmare-but you
ana 1 know 1t was only the wicked