Evening star., 1919-04-13
HE Rambler passed again last
Sunday across that happy and
enchanted patch of land

with WHICH nAzel HWltCn, The
Rambler Is not wholly glad he wrote
that story about the fairies. because
30 many Of his friends seem to doubt
It, They have said that 1t was "high-
'ly improbable" grossly exaggerated"
and "scandalously inaccurate" 1t 10
discouraging to write fairy story
and then find that some persons feel
a lack Of faith in 1t. 1t shows that
the story must have been ill-writ
There may be persons who will not
believe In some of the stories writ
ten about fairies. but there certainly
cannot be any one who does not be-
The best authorities on fairies are
YER s;..!n young S,a, and very pretty little
SO fresh from fairyland ana preserve
q vivid remembrance of the dear little
people they knew there. and also be-
cause they have not yet lived long
warped and withered by mildewed
little children know more about
fairies than older people do, and they
believe In fairies. The Rambler needs
fairies. On this subjct he will thke
the word Of any little four-y -year-old
girl with fiaxen ringlets around her
temples, or any little four-year-old
girl with raven ringlets around her
sunny brow, or any little girl with
auburn ringlets around her tair fore.
head. He will accept the opinion or
these little girls on the subject or
fairies In prE.ereaee to ane homin'%us in''mn
specialized bishop or begoggled pro-
fesssr. He Is especially happy in ac-
ccpting the views Of little girls. on
the delicate subject of fairies against
{<N4n he
educator that fairies are harmful fer
little girls.
1t is a monstrous belief.
The Rambler defics any high brow
educator, whether he be numb.
skull, smart Aleck or plain siimp;
ing to show that any fairy, elf, faun,
,nymph, nereid, naiad. Dread. pixie,
browny or other sprite ever dld the
slightest injury to any little girl: 20
you into any fower-spangled daie or
dell near Washington where Wltcn-
hazel or holly grows, and where fairy
rings can be seen upon the turr, ana
ask alpud--but not too loud-lf any
fairy ever so much as made race
or even stuck its tongue out at nt-
tie girl, and the Rambler wlli pet ms
weekly pay envelope against that OF
Charlie Clover, Charlie Bell. Ed Steil-
wagon, viii Hoover. George White:
John Larner. Bob Harper, sen saut
or Clarence Norment OF SamueI that
little fairies will leap forth from
cup and spring beauty, and sing IN
dainty fairy music, mo! No! Little
girls are our chums; they lived win
us once upon n time before going 10
the great big world. and somet'mes
one comes back to live with US Ior-
a,,.r onoono tho blossoms butterflies
and sunbeams."
And, as for big business men VINO
talk Of loans and interest, credits ano
discounts, foreign exchange, pTont
and loss. and dull ana WoriG1y ch Va
chat of that sort. why. the Rambler
will bet a white "alley" against
bale of certain kinds Of stocks-es-
pecially against bale OF certain
kinds Of stocks-that q littie t!ree
year-old boy who llsps an nus ,Sic. sptecrf ~
fairies than they. The Rampier
would not be afraid to meet the
greatest and most important OF men
and say to his face--nay. even to ms
teeth: Sir you do not ,,,tSa Ka1M T,ora as
May, Ida or Henrietta. or any little
Charli-, johnnie. George or Jimmie
in the city" And Is there among an
these mighty barons OF big business
one no would not give up a sack
Oh GOi TO i've again o -"
rose-g )ld hours at the dawn OF NE,
when lie, too, also knew all at ut the
fairiea. The Rambler feels poignant
sorrow for the man who has grown
80 hal t-headed and hard headed that
he do, not believe in fairies.
To give authority to his nara
tive /, st Sunday the Rambler m
troduct only fairies Of long -estap
lished equation. They were old ana
substan ial fairies. though ever young
md airy, light and s-p-r-i -h-t.l-y.
That is one of the happiest things
about bt ing Q fairy. One lives forever
and eve, ,amAng the flowers and the
sunshine, and the snowfakes and tne
fog, and vet never grows old-tnat Is,
of cours !, fairies do grow old, put
they never feel nor show their age
that is., tiey never become blue. SOL
emn, sour, gloomy. melancholy. crotcn-
city. dtsl ,al and uDinteresting. NO
matter how many centuries they live'
they are slways young enough TO re-
joice in the color of the rose, the
breath of the violet. the grace OF
fern and the carol of wild. FREQ
bird. To them the sparkle OF dew
drop never grows dim and moon
beam Is ever glitteringly silver. So It
should be with mortals. They should
keep alive their affections and their
interests. They should keep their
hearts warm toward the country with
It's woods, hills, meadows and Its
brooks, and it's old and crooked roads
lined with rail fences and cedar and
nersimmon fraea. thew should keen