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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, JUNE 8, 1907.
DEVOTED SOEEEY o
TO AFFAIRS OF EITTEE WOMEN GIRLS
CONDUCTED BY MARJORY DAW ^ > V^- A M. V *-/
A FAIRY TALE.
There once was a fairy as I've heard
tell.
tonic and long: apo.
Who lived In the heart of a bright
bluebell, 1
tong and long ago. •
They say she only crept out at night,
tong and long ago
And curled her hair by the firefly's
light.
I wonder If that If so?
She wove her a veil of purple mist,
tong and long ago,
That melted away when the Sun King
kissed
That fairy of long ago.
If you steal out at early dawn.
They say. but who can tell?
That the self-same fairy may not bo
gone
To the heart of the bright bluebell.
you may find her weaving the purple
mist
As she did in the long ago.
Weaving and waiting there to be
kissed.
If you find her please let me know.
DAISY’S VISIT TO RICHMOND.
By Bessie A. Moore.
It was a beautiful morning in June.
A soft breese was blowing from the
south, making the leaves dance and
quiver In the sunshine. Hundreds of
birds flew from tree to tree, chirping as
though they well appreciated this sum
mer morning. As If In sympathy with
the merriment of the leaves snd birds.
Daisy sang too as she carefully wiped
each china plate and placed it on the
table for dinner.
Daisy was a little girl, 1J years old.
Her face was usually attractive and
gny, but this morning It seemed more
so than ever. She was the happiest lit
tle girl In the world. Just one week ago
she had received an Invitation from
Mrs. Harrison, her mother’s old school
mate, who was a very rich woman. The
Invitation was accompanied by a rail
road ticket from Dalny's home to Rich
mond, where Mrs. Harrison's beautiful
home, "Mapleton," was situated. Mrs.
Harrison explained that her three
young daughters were to have a house
party, and she wanted Daisy to come
very, very much.
At first Mrs. Stewart, Daisy's mother,
shook her head, telling her she would
need so many new things, which It took
to complete a little girl’s wardrobe, and
that they were not able to buy them.
Rut when she saw the shadow of dis
appointment on Daisy's pretty face she
reconsidered and finally decided to let
her go.
In the next room Mrs. Stewart's ma
chine ran almost constantly, and Dai
sy's oldest sister, Louise, spent all of
her spare time In whipping on lace or
working button holes. So at last six
new, crisp, fluffy dresses lay side by
side, with ribbons to match, all ready
for the long-looked-for trip to Rich
mond. Then there was the handsome
white embroidered dress, and the pale
blue silk mull, with slippers and
stockings to match, which Cousin Jes
sie had sent only a ffv weeks ago from
Paris. These Daisy had never had an
opportunity to use and she deemed
them almost too sacred to touch.
At last the day for her departure
came and the conductor shouted, “All
aboard.” The bell began to ring, the
Mg wheels to move, and she waved her
handkerchief until the form of John
was lost In, the distance.
Mrs. Stewart had advised Daisy not
to talk to anyone on the train, and
when a nice-looking young man from
ncross the aisle offered her a big. juicy
orange she declined It very politely and
sank deeper Into the red plush seat.
She had grown tired of watching the
hills nnd telegraph poles tty by the
windows. Would she never get there?
It seemed not True, the wheels kept
saying, "doing to Richmond! Going to
Richmond!" But It seemed os though
this dresome journey would never end.
An hour rolled by and then another,
nnd at last the conductor, with brass
buttons all over his coat, passed
through the car shontlng. "All out for
Richmond.” Now that she had really
reached her destination, Daisy became
n tiny bit frightened, for she had never
seen her little friends, except in a pic
ture taken long ago.
Immediately upon alighting from the
car a lady, richly dressed, with a little
girl, made her way up to Daisy, and
Daisy recognised her at once ns Mrs.
Harrison and her youngest daughter,
Virginia.
Daisy followed Mrs. Harrison to her
carriage, and they were soon on their
way to ‘‘Mapleton.’* When tbO carriage
slopped In front of the big Iron gate
nnd they were walking up the broad
gr —'-1 path, Daisy bad to Wb her
eyes to make sure tt was Ddt all a
dream. Mildred and Laura wwe wait
ing on the porch to receive bar. Altera
while Aunt Judith cam# In to help her
dress, Daisy was Just trying to decide
what to wear, when sho came In, and
they finally selected a white lawn, with
Pink rose buda running riot over It.
Old Aunt Judith brushed her hair to
the side and tied It with a pink bow.
Before she was qulto dressed Mildred
and Laura came cashing In, telUng her
wlsh^f n c L .hi s Wo, ?* n: * 'ove to each of you, and all sorts of good
vou wlii Sna .1 ., vacatlon you have ever had. 1 hope that many of
and that „ to J wl ! l,e u * how y° u are spending your summer holidays,
member* n , nd “"“.to* send us some stories for our page. Re-
theroa™ ' °„ 8€nd both brlef le ‘<®™ *nd brief stories, to- when
all remelw e ™ n,rlb utura to a page, some will be crowded out unless we
*5"*. ember J»°t lo write too much.
],,,,„ .'! fe , publl " h a story written by Ressle Moore, of Rome, also a
Ctirts.*’ y ** nt week by a HtUe- woman who calls herself "Golden
ana ‘SLUi! Morris Is a newcomer, whom we all welcome very heartily. She
hnmM tn i,"®tt write about how they spend their vacation, and about their
n.flooJ-. th' ^untry. Although they have not told me. I nm sure they are
f they often play together. When you read their letters
Ki-a nil. *** rS tb , e y bolb w cjte about the same subjects, even the same
If 8 !*. and tbat •* wb y I have guessed that they are good friends. I nm
S'“ d y° u . ,ov ® tbc birds, children, and soon we will print on this page a
pretty story I have found, called "The Myth of the Bluebird." See how
many of you can guess the riddle which appears on the page I.slay.
And now, for fear my own letter may be getting too long. 1 shall have
to say goodby. though there are ever so many things I should like to talk
over with you. YoUr loving friend.
k MARJORY DAW.
_ Atlanta Heights. R. F. D. No. «, Mav 29. 1907.
Bf ar Marjory Daw—Here comes a new girl to our page. I am a little
girl 10 years old. Live In tlie country. Our school Is out, but will start
again In July. I like to go to school. I have a nice long, sandy road that we
walkover. We ride If the weather Is bad In winter. I like to walk* In sum
mer and get flowers for my teacher. She loves flowers and so do 1. We
live near the river and I like to go fishing when papn will go wilh me. He
dont like to fish, but sometimes he will go with us. I think we will have a
fish fry this year. I am going to town and stay a while with my sister.
You haVe no Idea how glad that I am when mamma says that I may go, for
she has the sweetest baby you ever saw. I can take It to ride every day.
I have two little pet chickens that I am going to give to It. • Dear children,
we have no fruit this year In our orchard. The trees look so bad, for the
frost bit the fruit off of them.' I have been all around to the trees and Just a
few applea are left. I will close by asking some of the children to write to
me- , CLIMIE MORRIS.
_ Atlanta Heights.
Dear Marjory Daw—Our school Is out for this term. I will tell you what
I do when we have no school. I help mnmma when she wants me to. I have
to sweep and help her with the baby, then I can go to play. We swing
and have a line time looking for bird nests. I have five nests full of eggs,
and three nests have little birds. The sweetest one of all Is a little Wren.
She built her nest In a paper sack and now she has five little birds. They
will soon leave and then I will be sorry, for I like to peep In her nest.
I have a dear little friend I play with most all the time. We make
flower girls out of our sisters until we get tired, then we get the old horse
and go for a ride. Some time three of us get on his back at once, and
then lie goes on just like he doesn't care. He knows how wo like to ride
nnd he goes just as slow as he can. for he don't want us to fall off. I have
taught my little brother some of his letters. I don’t want to be a school
teacher. Please write again, for I enjoyed your letter.
Your little friend. NELLIE JETT.
to hurry, as more of the house party
guests had arrived. She made a pretty
picture coming down the etepe. her
brown short hair bobbing nrnund her
neck, and her eyes sparkling
pleasure.
"There was Albert and Bertha tong,
from New York, nnd Isabel Somebody,
from Tennessee, and two cousins named
Rob and Addison, from Virginia, and n
boy named Will, from Virginia, and a
great many other people whom she did
not know yet." was what Daisy wrote
home and told mother next day, and
"Oh, It Is all so lovely!" she added In n
postscript.
A week nnd n half fled before she
knew It. and the best of all was yet fo
come. There was to be a box party to
night at the theater, nnd a great many
other children of Richmond were In
vited to join them. That night when
Daisy was dressed In her pretty blue
silk mull she looked more like a little
fairy in Fairyland than our little Daley
that helps mother wash dishes and
sweep when she'e at home.
At Inst two weeks had gone by and
when Daisy kissed Mrs. Harrison good
bye she declared she had had the best
time of her life, and she had, too.
THE DOLL'S SUNDAY SCHOOL.
HIDDEN TELE0RAM8.
By “Golden Curls."
“O, I don't want to go to Sunday
school!" sald’pretly little Cloven as she
stamped he dainty foot on the floor
and shook her golden curls.
Very well," said Mrs. Dear; "but
you must play Sunday school with your
dolls.”
O, goodie! I am so glad I don't
have tn go, and I can play dolls, too!"
and the little girl ran off to her doll
house. Soon her dolls were ready.
••Mamlo" held tiny "Rosa,” and "Mrs.
Buford" was in her new silk, while
her twins, "Dot" and "Tot," were pret
ty In light blue. Soon the other dolls
were dressed and had on their best
“airs." The china doll family was so
small that It was decided that "Mr.
and Mrs. Paper Doll" and family were
to come, too. Soon all was ready and
after a while Oloven was surprised
to learn that while teaching the les
son to her dolls she had been teaming
It herself, ffry IL
In this game you are to imagine you
have a distant friend with whom you
have an undemanding about an ex
pected message. It might be that there
are two or three confestante for a cer
tain prise or honor. The name of one
might be Jenkins, that of another Har
rison and that of third Sheldon. Sup-
nose Jenkins Is the successful contest
ant,,and that you wish lo telegraph to
your friend simply the name of Jen
kins. However, you wish to conceal
the message- as much as possible, so
the understanding Is that the first let
ters of the words you telegraph will
spell the name.
With this explanation each player
seta to work'to write a clever sentence
In which the first letters will spell
Jenkins. The various pluyers mny get
sentences like these;
Judge Engles never knew I noticed
Rally.
Julia's elbow next knocked Irish
Nora silly.
Jack expects no kiss In Nova Scotia
RIDDLE.
GOT
H^JOO
MIXED.
•Mamma," asked a lUflo Detroit girl
on her return from Sunday school,
“what's all this about a donkey and a
darning needle that they talked about
In Sunday school tod ay I"
"You mean the camel on*th« pae-
dle’s eye!* Inquired her tnoOwr, after
thinking & white.
“Oh, yes, that’s It? T knew 11 was
something In your work basket," crietii
ah* looking hlghljr relieved. _
You need me when the dark comes on.
And yet you can not find me then.
I am a game, and yet I am
Of grave Importance to most men.
When the same I am the best;
When opposite, the happiest.
THE POSTOFFICE.
It's the sec retest thing that ever you
knew!
It’s down in the Porter apple tree,
Nobody knows It but Margie and me,
And our fathers and mothers and sis
ters and brothers,
And aunties and uncles and one or two
others.
And you!
It's our own little’postolflee box!
It's dear, little, queer little hole—
You won't tell a soul?
And we drop down It whatever we
please;
In a secret place, one doesn't need keys
And locks!
Our mall Isn't like grown folks’,’ quite.
We send posies and apples and pears.
And things like that, for which one
cares—
We shan't mall letters till by and by
Wc don't care to. Margie and I
Can't write!
.—May St, Nicholas.
DUKE’S BUBBLE.
By Nancy Scott.
It ts a dreadful thing to live Iii a iritis*
with a thief, ami worn 1 not‘to know wlio
the thief I*. Dorothy it ml Mattel liml tried
over and over to solve the mystery. There
wemed to lie no solution to It. Tin* mys
tery wits this: One day lit the winter a
eouMiii of mamma's, a very hiHititlfid young
lady, had come to visit nt the house. When
she was dressing for dinner she carelessly
left it valuable ruby pin on the dressing
table. After dinner the pin was Jiot there.
Hueh n liiildiuh ns Consiu Cladys created,
he cried mill cried ami almost had liys-
terics. f„ r the pin was her most cherished
treasure. It had lmen given to her by It *r
grandmother, whose grandmother h id in
torn given It lo Iter, so you sec It was very,
Id and valuable.
Ms out of the question to .teens*
Maria or John of dishonesty, for
they were as hottest us the day Is long.
Duke had been the soul ef honor ever sine*
he had beeu an Inmate of the household -
ami what would it small fox terrier want
of u large ruujT breastpin, anyway? Tupsv
had denied any knowledge of tlr- affair;
they could not suspect her. Sin* might
have I teen guilty of stealing u piece of
flsli—or a mouse—lmt what would a eat
want to steal rubles for?
The only (toaslble solution was that some
ne had entered the house while the family
as nt dinner, stolen the plu mid gone off
itliout lielng Keen. If then* had only lieej
•*dsteps lit the snow to truce the ih’.ef—
at then* was no sign.
So the matter was dropped entirety, eg.
cept by the children who hail created won*
tierful tales atouit the loss of the ruby.
One lienutlful June day. Mattel aiei lmt
bad a "bubble las*" all by tb-uiKelves. liar-
' ‘—disagreeable I my!—bad gum* off llshing
I refused to take uny girls, lit* declare!
•v were "always In thr way."
I'd rather blow* bubbles with my new
pipe, anyway," wild Hot airily, ns Harold
went down the walk. Then* was a sugges*
Hon of n solt In her voice, hut she held her
head lilglt. Maltel wild not a word. Oil*
thing she tliil love—and that was to llsh.
Ibike pushed Ills eobl little now* comforta
bly Into her haml. lie liked to go fishing,
too. lint Mowing hubbies was very l.isci-
nating. es|H*elnlly with the new color*I
bubble soup, iind It was not long lie!ore*
the two llllle girls were happy again, mil
I bike was wild with delight. As eaefi bub
ble grew* Idgger mid bigger I bike linrkel
louder ami louder, and begged tint on*
should Is* given him lo play with. Hut
for little dogs bubbles are poor tdaylli.iigs
and last but n minute. It required great At
tention on the jmrt of l*»th the blowers b*
prevent their w<»rk meeting Instant destruc
tion.
Hot hlew the best: there was no iptestlon
of that, but Mali's bubbles seemed to lust
longer. And It was die of Mob's that went
IsiuneJiig along on the breeze, with Hnke In
hot pursuit. Both girls r ere laughing mer
rily at the queer unties of Hulas mi l !»|s
1 day tiling, when the bubble descended and
bike pounced upon his prlxc. Of course, it
burst at onee. and the dog .lumpe I hack
with a sneeze. Then seising s-uiietliing
with his teeth lie spring liarlt.
“l'oor old Hnkey." cried Hot. "I’ll blow
you one Just ns Mg; Just watili."
Hut duke was not intercste.l In bubbles;
be bad found mod her plaything.
"Oh. drip that old stick ami come along."
erie.l Mattel. "8ce, Hake! See Hi • nice
Ida babbles, t'ateli It. sir! Catch It!"
lint Duke would pay no uttciitio
Oh. Hukey, aren't you iishutucd of your
self?"
Hoke waggled Ids tail, not n bit ashamed
ami dc|N>stti*d at Hot's f«*ct a queer an I
dirty object.
"It Ian t a toad." said Hot. "It's only an
old-why. Mnliel Kioto* Fletcher. Il's-its
mid Hot gazed lit amazement at the ob
ject in her hand.
“It's Cousin Oladys* lost ruby pin." shout-
. Mnls*|. "Where iiuder the huh did It
come from?"
1*1 pen were dropped In a hurry ami Hits
vo little girls stood and gttt<*d til «*»»■!»
other In silence. Hake was Jumping linpa-
ed up ut the
spare room, wh . . „
was open. and the ruffled white curtain
blew gently In a ml out. An they at*** I
spclltstuml the curtain Mew In toward t!i«
table ami >»ut again, ami on the edge of
the ruffle was a scrap of |Mpcr, which nat
tered slowly to the grouml.
"Ah." cried lbd softly. "I see the llilef."
*1 then they rushed indoors to tell tlia
news.
«treat good news It was. ton. The rutijr
pin had apparently Itccn caught by the sain*
curtain ami gently deposited outside mi tbn
of patter had fteen. uml
___ Iddcn In fbe suow uml
mm! and new spring grass.
t'ousln Hind vs received a telegram that
afternoon, and In reply this letter came:
"My dear little cousins, and Duke, too: I
nm so hapny to hear that my treasure lias
Itcen fouml. that I want It at once. Ami I
want you to bring It to me and to spend ti
week with me In the city—all three of you.
8o ask your mother to pack your trunk, tell
your father to put you safely In the cars,
and I will meet you. We will tone a Jolly
good time, and you will be here Just In tlino
to he bridesmaids at my wedding, for which
you will each have a pretty uew* frock pre
sented to you. I won't take 'Do' for an an
swer.”
Hoon after the receipt of the letter two
very Important-looking little girls sml an
equally Important little dog started for the
city, leaving Harold on the station wnvlug
an envious good bye.
"Isn’t It fortunate." sighed Dot as they
settled tiack In the big cnshloned seal, "that
wc didn't go fishing that day?"
—IF—
you don’t look pleasant we
can’t get a good picture of
you.
EDWARDS,
120 WHITEHALL STREET.
PHONE 1400.