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Billy-Boy an Bobby-Boy.
Bald Billy-boy to Bobby-boy, one -wild and
windy day,
"There's wood to pile, and lota of things I
say, let' run away."
Eo band In band they scampered, and the blus
tering1 March -wind heard.
It whistled round the corner, but it never catd
a word.
It chased alone behind them, and It caught
them by the rate.
It raced them down the driveway at a great
and furious rate. ,
It searched for Billy's fingers and it found poor
Bobby's toes,
It Suns a cap high In the air It tweaked a
little nose.
It swept down like a whirlwind. It twirled
them round and round.
Till Billy-boy and Bobby-boy fell flat upon the
ground.
It tossed and teased. It tore about. It turned
them o'er and o'er,
And then It laughed and left them, and dashed
back to town once more.
And Billy-boy and Bobby-boy they stood upon
their feet.
Their cheeks were almost froren and their
tears were almost sleet.
Said Billy-boy to Bobby-boy. "Whatever shall
we do?
"We're miles and miles away from, homer
Sobbed both, "Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!"
Said Billy-boy to Bobby-boy, "I see a house
On! Oh!"
Cried both, " Ti9 home!" Then home they ran
as fast as they could go.
A. H. Allen, In Primary Education.
OUT OF THE NORTHLAND
Simple Tale of a Norwegian Lad and
the Fate Inflicted by Him
Upon a Pet Kid.
In the northern parts of Norway, where
towns are few and far between, the peo
plelivo In little settlements called "bygds."
The bygds are scattered through the nar
row valleys, along the watercourses. Somo
of these watercourses are deep and broad,
and contain salt water. They are a kind
of bay or inlet, that cuts a winding nay
deep into the land. These salt-water
streams are called "fjords." But Norway
is a very mountainous country, and the
mountains have numerous little springs,
that bubble up along then- rugged sides.
In the clefts of the rocks and at the bot
toms of the ravines. These springs form
little brooklets, which rush down hill into
the basins of the valleys below. There
they Join other little brooklets like them
eslves, and form gushing, merry little
streams of soft, clear water. These
mountain streams are called "elves," in
the language of the people.
Alongside of such a gushing. Jolly little
elv there lived a small boy, with his uncle
and his mother. I suppose his father
must have been dead, for there is nothing
ealcf about him in the story, but he had a
good mother, and a good mother Is the
greatest blessing any boy can have In
this world.
I do not know what the boy's name was,
for when h told his story he forgot to
tell his name, but I will call him "Ole"
ono-half of all the Norwegian boys are
named Ole, when not called "Bjorn,"
which means "bear." How would you
like to earn' a name like Bear Bearson
around Rith you all your lifetime? I
suppose you would get used to It; most
of us can get used to almost anything in
the course of time.
Lots of Goats.
Ole lived with his uncle on a farm, In
a small settlement, among the mountains
In Norway. In that part of the country
the people kept lots of goats, and Ole's
uncle had a nice flock of them. In the
Springtime there would be a great many
young kids added to the flock, and that
was Ole's happiest time the year around,
for he was very fond of pets, and there
was no end to the fun he had with the
kids.
But I think, now that Ole has been In.
troduced to you. the best way will be to
let him tell you his story in his own
words; then you -Mil get it fresh from Its
source. Just as I got it. and it Is always
a satisfaction to know that things are
straight from first hand. When anything '
has become second-hand It has lost Its
chief value until It has gone through a I
great many hands, and been laid on the j
shelf for a long time, and grown musty J
and been coered -with dust and debris of
many centuries. Then It Is become val- 1
SEVERE MEASURES NECESSARY.
"Well, ef dat aln scan'las' Is dat de waj jo' stay In an chop wood fo yo' raudder? Jes
walk In de house, an' nex Sundy I'll xnalk yo' go to Sundy school fo punishment."
uable again, much more valuable than It
was at first, when it was brand new out
of the shop. When it is become so very,
very old. then It is called "antique," and
that is what makes it ao valuable to have
the stamp "antique" put on It. It Is a
way the world has of gauging values, and
when we grow older, may be we shall un
derstand better why It Is so. Now we
will listen to Ole's story, as ho tells It
himself:
"When the Winter's snow had melted
away from the mountain sides and run
down into the elvs below, and the green
tender grass had sprouted up nicely, and
the gentle Spring sun was shining down
warm and mellow from the blue sky, then
the goats were let out to hunt their own
living on the hills and mountains. Then
I would lie down on the soft turf and let
the sun shine on me. while I watched the
sprightly kids Jump and dance and caper
about In that frolicsome manner that only '
little goat kids know how to do; cr I
would make myself useful by watching
the wee creatures, to see that "they did
not get hurt when their mothers gave
them their climbing lessons in steep and
dangerous places, and, when they did j
their exercises exceptionally well, then I
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would run and pick handfuls of Finn
grass for them, or give them a treat of
fresh young willow sprouts.
"But as a rule there were too many kids
In the Spring, and so a number of them
had to be butchered, especially of the
bucks, for what was the use of keeping
so many bucks to take care of?
Per Xovtgrnard.
"At the time I am telling you about, I
had a playfellow, a little older than my
self, whose name was Per Novlgaard.
One day Per told me that he had done a
good business that Spring by, butchering
yourg bucks at Novlgaard, where he
lived, and getting their skins for killing
them. Good skins were worth 12 skllllng
that is, about 6 cents at the trader's, and
Per had laid up a pretty little sum, he
said, from his trade, and yet they did not
keep as many goats on Novlgaard as my
uncle did.
"This piece of Information did not add
to my contentment. I kept brooding over
It, and next Spring I kept the matter be
fore my uncle until he agreed to make a
contract with me like the one Per had
at Novlgaard, and I had now good hopes
of catching up with him on the skins.
"The first buck kid did not come till late
that Spring, and I let it run with its
mother for a week or so. to make sure the
skin would be worth 12 skllllng.
"It grew to be a fine, large kid In that
time. Its color was of a bluish-gray, and
Its head was white, and such a gay
prankcr as It was! I would stand on all
fours and let It dance on my back, bite
my ears and take my cap away from me,
or I would sit and stroke Its soft, silky
fur and look into its large, wondering
eyes. I had never before noticed that the
eyes of a young buck were so beautiful
There was no fear In them. I could read
in them that the buck trusted me. I won
derrd If they could ever weep.
"Then, when I would be sitting and
talking to It, It would open Its delicate lit
tle mouth and bleat to me. and then go
to leaping Joyfully across the meadow,
only to come back to me again In an 'n
stant Often the mother, old Lykle. would
stand by and watch us play, and look dig
nified and content, as If she were quite
proud of her son.
"Sometimes a fearsome feeling would
lay hold of me, when I remembered that
I was to kill this wee creature with my
own hands. I tried to figure out where
I should best strike the knife Into the
little body to make quick work of It,
but the thought of It was so miserable I
had to shake It off my mind every time.
Sets the Day.
"At last, however, I picked up courage
and set the day when the buck must lose
his life. But when that day came, I
found so much else to do that there was
no time left for such particular business
as butchering. The next day I would
do It. I found a hammer and a big knife,
which I hid under my Jacket, for I did
not want any one to know what I was
up to, for If it should happen to go wrong
for me they might make fun of me for
my clumsiness.
"I laid my tools on the wood block be
hind the dairy shed, bo that nobody could
see me from the front windows of the
house, and went Into the stable. But the
moment I entered, the buck rose "up.
bleating at me with his little by voice
and kicking his heels Into the air for Joy.
Then I sat down and looked Into those
strange, kind eyes again.
"It was Impossible to do It that day,
and I happened to remember that I had
not yet learned my lessons. It la always
best to learn one's lessons the first thing
In the morning, while the mind is fresh,
for then we can plan so much better
what to do with the rest of the day. It
took me all the Jay to learn the lessons.
"I had hid my tools In the woodshed,
and when I felt brave enough next time
while the other people on the place
were having their midday rest I sneaked
into the stable to try to catch the buck,
without him seeing me, and so that I
might not see his eyes; but no. It did
not work. Time and again, I tried it in
vain.
"Restless and Irresolute, I wandered
talnly possessed some talent,
I should enjoy
about without aim or purpose. If only
i the deed had been done and me needing
J the 12 skllllng so much Just then! I had
planned to buy leather with the price of
the first skin to make a sheath for a
Jcnire. and the knife I would have to get,
somehow, from the smith, for it was
now soon- time to cut reed whistles, and
how could I get along without a knife
outfit of my own? Per Norigaard had
two knives.
"There had to be an end to this. It was
no use of me being such a weakling that
I could not kill a pqor little kid. What if
Per should find out thnt I was such a
coward?
"I laid the hammer and knife once more
on the block, pressed my lips determined
ly together and went, with a quick ntep,
to the bam. The buck was as gay as
ever, but I refused to notice It. It should
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Mr. Snyder Spider Calm yourself, my dar sir. and I will liberate you as soon as I apply
some liniment to this swelling. My flrst Impression was that It was my friend the fly who
had called, hence your cordial reception. The mistake was mine. No apologies are necessary.
be now or never. I grasped the little
thing, tucked him under my arm and
ran to the block, as If I ran to save my
life.
A Bloody Seed.
"I seized the hammer, forced the buck
down on the ground and hit him a blow
in his forehead, so that he staggered and
fell. He did not get up again, but contin
ued to kick. In a twinkle I had him on
the block, seized the knife, and began to
cut his throat. The blood spurted out
over my hands, but still be kicked. I hit
him with the hammer again; then went
to cutting once more like one possessed.
I cut his throat, slashed him tn the head
and anywhere It happened. I knew no
longer what I was doing. I heard only
bones crushing, and saw only blood flow
ing. "At last all was over. The lKtle buck
lay still now a bloody, ragged heap. Ex
hausted and with my feelings stirred to
their depth, I- remained sitting by the
blood-smeared block, overwhelmed and
forlorn.
"Little by little it dawned on me how
horribly I had acted. This could not be
a mere, ordinary butchering. This was
murder! Now the buck lay dead at my
feet and I was his murderer! I cried, I
cried as though my heart would break,
and the tears streamed down my checks.
I picked up the abused head and, with
my fingers, carefully lifted the closed eye
lids. They were no longer the beautiful,
deep, gentle, trustful eyes. There was
now no more expression In them than In
a dnD of curdled milk.
"Just then my mother came; she must
have seen something. In spite of all my
caro to do the deed unobserved. She
drew me close to her side and said: 'Stop
crying, my boy; the little buck Is all right
now; he can feel no more pain. But
you shall not do any more butchering.'
And mother looked as If she were very
near to crying, too.
Would Xot Kill Again.
"It was easy enough to get me to give
up the butcher trade from that day on.
For all the gold In the world I would not
have killed another buck. Tenement
Lars got the buck. The ekln was so cut
up that I only got C skilllngs for It. After
that I made another contract with my
uncle. I should sell the skies and re
ceive a percentage of the profit, but I
never again have tried my hand at butch
ering. "In the course of time. I forgot this
Incident of my childhood. I forgot it
over things that were much, much greater
than the little buck. But. one day, as I
was walking along the street. I happened
to look Into a pair of eyes, the eyes of a
young, strange child. In a strange city
In & foreign land, and more than a quart
er of a century since the day I killed the
buck. And those eyes brought the whole
scene sa vividly back to my memory again
as If It all had happened yesterday."
"We have now heard Ole's story, as he
tells it himself. I felt very rry, as 1
listened to him, that his fear of being
called a coward should have been so
strong as to compel him, to do what his
conscience reproved him for so strongly
and his better feeling revolted so much
against. I do not believe that the love
of the money alone would have got him
to lay a cruel hand on his little buck.
But I am glad of this much, that the
lesson he learned by It all stuck to him
for the rest of hie life. It was a. valuable
lesson. Have you learned anything from
his story?
JOHANNE SOMMER, Translator.
MTJLTIFLICATIO: MADE EAST.
Simple Method of Coapaiatlea for
Boys and Girls.
Boys and girls who find it tedious to
learn the multiplication table by heart
may be greatly assisted and may find
amusement In trying this, says the Phila
delphia Inquirer:
Get a smooth board or strong sheet of
cardboard, 16 inches long and 16 inches
wide. With ruler and pencil draw lines
an inch apart across the board from side
to side. Then turn the board around and
draw lines an Inch apart from, end to end,
so that the entire board will bo divided
into one-Inch squares, 15 rows, running
each way.
By tearing apart an old calendar a
quantity of clearly printed numbers may
be easily cut out. The object Is now to
copy the multiplication table from an
arithmetic in large figures by cutting out
the large numbers of the calendar and
pasting them correctly together In the
square upon the board, corresponding to
the squares in the table given in the book.
A great deal will be learned while the
board Is being made, and which may be
i kept In sight, hung In one's room. The
table would be as follows:
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TURKISH SCHOOLBOYS.
Sleepy, Lamy Teachers Teach Them
Many Fanny Things.
The beginning of a Mohammedan boy's
school life Is always made an occasion for
a festival. It occurs on his 7th' birthday.
The entire school goes to the new schol
ar's home, leading a richly caparisoned
and flower-bedecked donkey. The new
pupil Is placed on this little beast, and,
with the hodja, or teacher, leading, the
children form a double file and escort him
to the schoolhouse, singing Joyous songs.
To a stranger the common Turkish
school presents a singular scene. The pu
pils are seated cross-legged on the hire
marble pavement In the porch of the
mosque, forming a semi-circle about
the hodja, who Is, as a rule, an old, fat
man. He holds In his hand a stick lorg
nough to reach every student. By means
of this rod he Is enabled not only to pre-
NECESSARY.
serve order among the mischievous, but to
urge on the boy whose recitation :s not
satisfactory. But as a rule hodjas are
lazy, and often fall asleep. Then It Is
that the pupils enjoy what the American
boy would style a "picnic" A trick they
specially like to play on their sleeping
teacher Is to anoint his hair and long gray
beard with oil and wax, which 1c. of
course, very difficult to be rid of. You
may be sure, when the hodja wakes, he
makes good use of his lengthy weapon.
Some of the answers these little Turks
receive to their questions would make an
American child open his eyes in amaze
ment. A half-grown boy, In the presence
of a missionary, who tells the story, t.sked
to hodja:
"What makes It rain?"
"Up In the clouds," answered this wise
teacher, "our Prophet Mohammed and
the one who belongs to Christians went
into business together, the profits to be
divided. One night Mohammed stole all
the profits and fan away. In the morn
ing, when the Christian God discovered
his loss, he pursued Mohammed m his
golden chariot, the rumbling of whoso
wheels makes the thunder, the lightning
Is the bullets of fire which the God shot
after his fleeing partner. Mohammed,
finding he could not escape In mld-alr,
plunged Into the sea, the Christian God
followed him, and the shock splashed the
water out and It fell to the earth in rain."
Ball'TricU.
Get a turner to make a large wooden
balL and have a hole bored through the
ball, not straight, but curved. Throligb,
this hole pass a fine rope or thick cord,
and tie a knot in each end ,to prevent its
coming off. In showing the ball, have the
cord out of it, and then. In sight of every
one, pass the cord through the hole in tha
ball. The ball will run easily backward
and forward on the rope.
Taking the ball at one end of the rope,
place your foot on the other, and, holding
the rope almost perpendicular, allow the
ball to slide down; you can cause it to stop
Instantly by simply drawing the rope per
fectly tight, and. upon again slackening
It. the ball will slide down the rope. In
this way the ball can be made to progress
a few inches and then stonp and then go
on again, by straining or slackening the
rope.
Cro-Word Enigma.
My flrst Is In Spain, but not la France.
My second is In -Ralk. and also la dance.
My third Is In mas. but not la boy.
My fourth Is la rparrow. but not In coy.
My fifth Is In stocking, but not in pair.
My sixth is In couch, but not in chair.
Mr seventh is In distant, but not In far.
A hero my whole of oar recent war.
Fate's Perversities.
Maudle went to Sunday school
At the little mission;
"Wicked WUlle spent the day
Off somewhere a-Sshla. ,.
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Maudle caught the chicken-pox.
Now she's .eating gruel;
"Willie didn't catch a thing
Fate Is often cruel!
Chicago Times-Herald.
DRIED APPLE FAIRYLAND
Jimmy Smith, Bad by Repatatlon, Is
Glvea a "Wish Apple and Has
Strange Experiences.
Jimmy Smith wasn't such a bad little
boy, but he had a reputation. If a stono
courted a window in the village, and the
window got smashed, 'twas sure to bo
Jimmy that was blamed for it. If Wlllio
Prime came home with a black eye of a
Saturday afternoon, his mother was- sure
that Jimmy had done it.
And yet Jimmy wasn't such a bad llttlo
boy after all. He could fill the woodbox
quicker and get the cows In from pasture
sooner than Willie Prime, who was the
good little boy of the neighborhood, and
FEARFUL FLY FATALITY.
Mr. A Howes Fly Alas! there It goes-down
Congress I shall advocate the establishment o
Jimmy was a master -uustler at chores
when he wanted to go a-flshlng.
But he had a reputation, and was Just
a plain boyish boy, who believed In ghosts
and fairies and things.
This particular Saturday afternoon Jim
my -wanted to "go to the swimmin hole
wid de gang," but misfortune had over
taken him In the shape of a bent pin
which was found innocently reposing on
the seat of Deacon Smith's chair at pray
ers that morning. So Jimmy was forced
tO snend the afternoon ii nHrnT- "In
durance vile." In the garret, where he
sweuerea in tne heat and took rare com
fort shying dried apples from the window
at the fowls and pigs in the barnyard.
There would be a strange swelling of
breasts In that same barnyard after the
dried apples had made the acquaintance
of the water from the pump trough, and
Jimmy chuckled as the thought came to
ana.
Any sport soon loses its zest to the pris
oner, and the supply of dried apples show
ing an appreciable shrinkage, Jimmy
thought it was time to quit. He flung
himself on an old mattress under the
eaves, and banged his heels against the
rafters overhead.
"WIsh'd there wuz some fairies up
here," he said.
"You Do, Do YoBt"
"You do, do you?" piped a thin little
voice, -which seemed to come from the
strings of dried apples over his head.
"And what do you want with fairies?"
Jimmy opened his eyes wide, and his
mouth wider, and stared hard at the
strings of dried apples.
"I thought you wanted a fairy," piped
the thin voice. "Here I am, now what
do you want, boy?"
"What are you?" said Jimmy. "I don't
see nobody. Who be your
"Tin one of the dried apple fairies," said
the voice, "that's why my voice Is so thin
It's me that makes the apples swell so
when you mix 'em with water. When they
are all swelled up our voices swell, too,
and we step out and enjoy the fun. It is
because you have given so many of my
friends enjoyment this afternoon In the
barnyard, that I want to do something for
you."
"Oh!" said Jimmy.
"What would you like most?"
"Some apples, and ice cream, and"
"Hold on! Wait a bit!" broke in the
fairy. "Not so fast, please, one thing at
a time. Apples are right In my line, but
I don't know about the Ice cream and the
rest."
"Why. I thought fairies could do any
thing." said Jimmy.
"So they, can; so they can; some ci
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them; but there are others who have their
limitations. Speaking of apples, how do
you like- that one?"
Jimmy opened his eyes wider still when
he saw a big rosy apple smiling at him
from the edge of a box near his head.
"Is It good to eatr
"Sure." said the fairy, and Jimmy had
pounced on It and taken a bjg bite, all In
a minute. It was so good he took another
big mouthful, and then he stared hard.
The bites filled up as Tast as he took them,
and the apple grew vholo and rosy again.
"Wish when you bite." nald the fairy.
"Good-bye, and good luck to you, Jimmy."
"Hallo, are you going?" cried the boy;
but no answer came back.
"Gee! but this Is a luffin good apple,"
and he smacked hl3 lips and bit Into it
again. "WIsh'd I wuz in the swimmin
hole."
And before the words were airly out
of his mouth he was floundering In the
swlmm!nghole with ah his clothes on and
the other boys throwing mud at him.
"Gee!" said he, reaching for his apple,
which bobbed along on the water In front
of him. Taking a bite he wished himself
on top of the straw stack to dry In the
sun.
At the Xerth Pole.
The strawstack was hot, and before he
stopped to think Jimmy said: "Wish this
strawstack was on top of the North Pole."
Away they were whisked In an Instant,
and Jimmy, nearly frozen, and his teeth
chattering, found himself looking down
from a terrible height, on a great field of
with all souls on board. At the next session of
t a life-saving station on this coast.
ice, where great polar bears were having
a dance in honor of the midnight sun.
Looking up they caught sight of Jimmy,
and a big old grandfather bear said:
"Woughf! Woughf! I smell a bad boy,
who puts bent pins on Deacon Smith's
chair, and who throws stones through
I the village windows. Woughf! But he'll
I make a dainty salad with walrus fat!"
and off he scrambled to climb the pole.
Jimmy saw him coming and heard what
he said.
"Oh, dear! I'll be good if I ever get back
out of this," he said, and ho tried hard
to bite his apple: but it was frozen eo
solid that his teeth could not dent It. and.
wish as hard as he might, the wish would
not come. If he could not bite the apple.
Just then he looked down and saw the
grandfather bear's great red mouth opened
wide to catch him, and he felt himself
slipping, slipping, slipping! Then, with
an awful scream, he fell bump off the
mattress onto the garret floor, and woke
up.
"GUf" T att inn -mnntr Ar4t.A nnr1al
and he rubbed his eyes.
"Jimmy! Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy!" his moth
er's voice called at the foot of the garret
stairs.
"Yes'm." he answered; "I ain't goln to
bend nomore pins."
"Supper is ready," she said. Prince T.
Wood3, In Philadelphia Inquirer.
Bipgeat Diamond in the World.
The Paris Exposition authorities were
recently notified that a newly found dia
mond from South Africa would be put on
exhibition at the big show. The new dia
mond has not been named, but It Is said
to be the largest In the world. The Kooh-I-noor,
the Grand Mogul, the Shah, the
Regent, and other famous stones pale be
fore the glory of this new sovereign of
the kingdom of diamonds. If the glowing
statements of its heralds are to be be
lieved. It Is said to have been insured for
J2.000.CCO, and is to be shown under a glass
case, and under the watchful eyes of four
guards.
For Its care at night arrangements arc
to be made similar to those for the Re
gent, which is In dally exhibition at the
Louvre, with the dlamond-lncrusted sword
of Napoleon and several old crowns. The
glasa case Is to be lowered at night Into
, a strong vs.ult beneatht he floor. It will
be locked la and a guard will stand over
It through the night. It Is said this dia
mond was found Just before the beginning
of the war between Great Britain and the
TrinsvaaL
BE THANKFUL
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ed that lion la so r eaa't set at hlsa!
She Didn't BaderstaaO.
Twaa in the district school one day.
The master said he'd tell
Tae children something new and f-n..f.
They must remember well
And then he held up to their sight ,
A many-colored" top.
"Now see me spin It round and row4 .
As thought n would not stop.
"See how these colors-all make waKfc
This fact I want to teach:
All seen together, white appears. f
Whllo blending each In each." .
One child there was who listened loos.
And. black she was as coal: .
Then, while the teached told them this.
He saw her big eyes roll.
Next day tho black child came to scheal
And on her face were smeared
All shades of paint that ever hav
'To any eye appeared.
And when the children laughed to SM
A black child in this plight.
Her little head she hung and said.
"Why, won't I soon turn whiter
Philadelphia lagalrw,
ALL OF AN EASTER EVE ;
Plalc Eyes Pilots Carlyloelcs asAJ
Rosle, In s. Chariot and Six, tm
the Bannyland Carnival. .Jj
J
It was the day before Kaster Bundle; i
and Curlylocks stood on the tips of haw
toes, peeping up at a table Just loaded
wlth-a dazzling heap of all kinds of pret-r
ty things, Easter eggs, bunnies, ductal,
candles and chicks, that looked as thsugh
they were already tired of the world.
And- to crown everything was one greaft.
big bunnle in the center, peeping "but front
a large bow of satin ribbon.
"Mover," said Curlylocks. slowly, tak
ing a chubby finger out of her mouth.
"Mover, where docs Bunnies turn from.?
'From Bunnyland, darling." replfedt
mamma, looking up with a smile.
Curlylocks stared hard at the big whit
bunny.
"Where is Bunnyland, mover?" sitae
asked, suddenly.
"Bunnyland la In Fairyland, ftM
laughed mamma, catching Curlylocks np
and kissing her.
"I wish I toud do to Bunnyland," utdtH
Cnrlylocks. digging her fat finger Into hW
rosy mouth.
Curiylocks fell asleep that night lnh
little crib, with Rosie, her best doll, hug
ged tightly In her arms, and dreamed of
a long array of white bunnies with bags
of sugar Easter eggs, which they laid la
a great pile at Curlylocks feet.
Curlylocks sat suddenly upon her becl
and rubbed her blue eyes. Then shs
stared with all her might at a strange
thing on the floor. She saw a wonderful
chariot. It was her huge crystal Easter
tgK. with the pink satin bow o nthe top,
but the white bunny was gone and a glasa
door was cut In the side of the crystal
coach. Six snow-white bunnies were har
nessed to the chariot by slender pink rib
bons r another in a drab coat and HtUa
thre-cornered hat sat on the box, whi
two others were perched behind tha
coach.
Invited to the Carnival.
As Curlylocks stared In wonder, one cZ
the footmen gravely walked on his hied, CN
feet across the floor to Curlylocks' crib.
Taking off his three-cornered hat, he mada
a very low bow.
"Will your highness be pleased to at
tend the Bunnies' Easter Carnival?" ha
asked.
Curlylocks nodded her head, then grasp
ing Rosle she scrambled to her feet Th
footman gave her his paw and helped bee -over
the side of the crib, then led the- w&j
across the floor to the crystal chariot In
the moonlight.
Then he opened the glass door
very low bow and Curlylocks, claapiny
Rosle tightly In lier arms, stepped in
tho crystal chariot.
The footman climbed up behind, and.
with a crack of the coachman's whip, tire '
six- snowy bunny steeds leaped throng!,
the window.
Then away they went until they casta
to a moonlit dell, where hundreds of bun
nies played leapfrog.
The chariot stopped; the footman Jump
ed down from his perch, and. with a veryj
low bow, opened the glass door.
Curlylocks, with Rosle In her arms;
stepped out of the pink, satln-llned coach.
"Your highness." said the footman, "my
name Is Pink Eyes, and I shall hav
the honor of being your guide through
Bunnyland. We are waiting for Hla
Majesty, the King, and in the meanthns
I will show you about."
He led the way around a great falleat
log. where tall Easter lilies formed threa
side- of a vast hall.
"Thla Is our supper-room," he said wltM
a flourish.
Hundreds of mushroom tables werf
laden with tulip cups filled with honey
and dew. and piles of tender, green root
and herbs, and little seed cakes, while
hanging on strings from the tall lilies ana
bushes, and trewn upon the ground. wer
millions of big and little Easter eggs ol
all colors.
"Tour highness can have as many a
you want." said. Pink Eyes, as- he filled'
Curlylocks lap.
A Strnngre Performance.
"This Is our ballroom and theater," aa
nounced Pink Eyes pompously, as they,
went around a big bush. And there, la
the moonlight, a great lot of bunnies sat
upon their haunches, while upon a biff
log, four or five others went through a
strange performance, which consisted in
Jumping about and pulling each othes's
ears, while the audience clapped theta
paws and wagged their ears.
Suddenly a blast rang through the dS
and every bunny scampered away.
"The King." said Pink Eyes solemnly,
and led the way to the great tflironerooHU
A great throng of bunnies surge
around, and In the center, upon his gre
throne, sat the King a tall, gray bunny,
with bright pink eyes and very tall ears.
At a sigh from the King a herald, swept
forward and blew his horn.
Immediately all scampered wildly away
to the incline where the egg-rolling con
test was to take place, and soon tM
tlroneroom was deserted save for tha
King and his chief officers.
Then Curlylocks wai presented to th
King of Bunnyland. of whom dhe was vry 5
much afraid, and could not find beffJ"
tongue to say a single word In response te
his greeting.
So she breather a big sigh of relief, an&i
etYftlr' i orf-1 oiifmi ftffo In Via i--w.tV - -
followed her guide. Pink Eyes, away ta
the place where the eggrolllng contest '
going on. And the fun grew fast
furious, ond Pink Eves and Curlylc
grew wild with excitement as
watched.
Finally the prize wai awarded to a ctrt
little white bunny, the game was over ai
all scanrpered away.
The bunnies Eastenacarnlval was over.
Josephine Sterrette, In Philadelphia Ita
qulrer. Have Fun "With nn E"ho.
The mischievous pages of tho House hawf
discovered a new trick of the echoes la.
Statuary Hall, says the Washington Post.
They play It upon tourists by the scors
and upon pretentious statesmen occasion
ally, when they can do so without dis- v
covery.
There Is a certain spot, near the beaten,
path of travel from the central doorway
of the House toward the Senate, where
this peculiar echo Is effective. If any
coin or metal object Is dropped on th
marble step between the telegraph offle
and the reception-room It sounds to
passing the particular spot In question &m
though tne object were dropping Imme
diately at his feet. A boy with a dune
or a nickel Is able to have all sorts of
fun by waiting till some one passes tire
point. Even the Senate pages skip away
from their work to visit the boys on tire !
tn
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otner side ana play with the echo.
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