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UD ROCHESTER DEMOCRAT AXD CHRONICLE. SUNDAY. APRIL 26. 1903. Story iling' Being the Queer Object Found by Buster John.

Sweetest Susan. Drusilla and Billy Biscuit, Under the Guidance of Wally Wanderoon. pranks on 'im. Dey'd zoon 'roun' his head, an light on his years, an' dey kep dat up tell Brer Rabbit can't do nothin' but dodge, fus' one way an' den dat, an de mo' he dodge, de wuss de Bees got, an' he des bleeze ter tell Dm good-by. Dey foller'd 'lm litle piece, de r.ee aid, des fer do fun er de thing, but biiueby dey turn "roun an went back home.

Dey" ain't sooner do dis dan here come Brer I'ox pran-cla' thoo de woods wid 4 Howdy, Brer Rabbit, howdy, an' whar you been dis Ions time, an" how's yo' fambly, an" all de chillun Brer Rabbit say dey ain't doin' so mighty well, an' den he ax Brer I'ox how his foika Js. Brer Fox say dey er des nati-haily scrumptious, fat ez hutier, an happv ez de day's long. Brer Rabbit say he moiistus glad ter hear seeh good news. Den Brer Fox say, Whar you bin. Brer Rabbit, an whar you gH eo uiuoh nice sweet-gum Brer Rahl.it 'low.

he did. dat he pt It at da glttln' place, which wuzn't so ijrhty fur off. Brer Fox ax 'lm whar Ue place wuz. an Brer Rabbit said dat ef Brer Fox'I! make like lie's run-I11" 'im he'll show 'lm Ue pla'e. unen we come ter de Brer Rabbit say, i whirl short ter let' an- den all you got ter do is ter go tr big tree whar de Bees live an' knock on der Uoor wid vo' cancan tell um ter fetch you out Some sweet-gum, an' he pnrty quick about "Brer Fox 'low dat dey ain't nothin' easier dan dat; an' when Brer Rabl.it turn 'roun' an break inter a run.

Brer Fox tuck out me, rind threaten me with all sorts of punishments." "Not this time." said Wally Wanderoon. "I'm curious to know what you think about the story." "Well, to tell you the truth," responded the professional story-teller, "I hare never heard anything like it. It Is probably negro folklore, but to be candid with you I don't see the point of the tale." "Huh: I bet you Brer Fox seed ints In It an' felt um too," remarked Drusilla. with a show of indignation. "I hear my granny tell tale lung 'fo' Miss Susan dar wuz born.

But dat's needer here nor dar," she went on. "What I want ter know Is when we er gwlne ter git away fum here. It's long past de time when deze chlldun oughter bin btartlu' home. I ain't noways steered, but I'd like ter know what I'm a-doln' an' when I'm a-gwinter do it." Why, it's early jet," remarked Wally Wanderoon. "There Is certainly time for another story." "Not like dein what dat man in a box tells," remarked Drusilla.

"And I wanted to introduce you to the Doodang. one of the most interesting creatures you ever saw. "Not me:" exclaimed Drusilla. "I don't waater know no yuther creeturs 'cep' dem what I'm 'quninted wid. You'll hatter scuzen mc" "Some other time will do as well." said Wally Wanderoon.

"though I'm afraid I wou't be here when you want to come again. "Are you going away?" Sweetest Susan Inquired. "Yes; I am going to find the Good Old Times we used to have if 1 am compelled to travel the wide world over; and I hope to find a better story-teller than the one you have heard, or else find a remedy for this scientific foolishness, which Is a disease huni to cure." "I like his stories very well," said Sweetest Susan. "And so did remarked Buster John. "He too long-winded ter suit me," Drusilla declared.

"Well, I'll see all of yon again," said Wally Wanderoon. "I'll have to come back to feed Doodang, and then we'll have some stories that are stories." trClr J'A-- ADVENTURES IN BUNGLE LAND split, an WUZ a bou much ez Brer RabU: kin do ten keep I Jrox fum kechln' Mm sho nuff. dough Ju iHKertty split, an' 'twuz about er Brer 1U i ix ue uarRHin. wnen dev come ter de place. Brer Rabbit he dodge ter de left, an' Brer Fox come mighty nigh ruunla' rlg-'at inter de tree, lie stop, he did, an' look 'roun' fer ter bee how de lan' lay.

an' den lie went ter de trei wuar de Bees live at. an' knock on It wid his walkin' cane, an' holler an' tell Ue Bees fer ter fetch 'im some eweet-gum, an' fer ter fetch It in a hurry. Brer Rabbit, he got off a little piece, an' den stop fer ter see what gwinter happen. He ala had long ter wait jjudder, kaze It want so time 'fo' he seed Brer Fox snap at hisse'f fust on one side an' den on de yuiher Den he quit snappin' an' try ter wipe Ue Bees out'n his face an' eyes, an' den he got down on de ground an' roll over an' ove- I le more he roll de mo' he waut ter roll te'l biiueby It look like he wuz gwlne 'round' like a wbirlygig. An' he want ouiy roUin', he wuz squalliu' all de time like he had his han't koch in a stel trap.

"He ain't roll dis way long, kaze It got so h-x fir Brer Fox dat he fetched one squeal an' broke out thoo de woods like de ol' boy wuz atter 'im. Fz he run de Bees strung out behinie 'im so thick dat d.y look like a foi, an' den dejr close Iu on im. 'Taint no needs fer ter tell you what hanwn ter Brer Fox. When de Bees let im 'lone, he wuz a plum sight. He lay dar groanin' an' lickln' hisse'f fer de longest, but bhuebr.

'long tortes night, he got up an' drag hlsw'f off home. Brer Babbit, he stayed watehin' what de upshot wus gwinter be, an' when de swarm wuz at Its biggest, he des lay down on de groun' an' holler an' laugh tell he can't laugh no but 'long 'bout de time when he think Brer Fox Is able fer ter git on his foots ag'in. Brer Rabbit jump up an' crack bote heels tersedder. an' dance off home des ez spry ez any er his chillun." "What do you think of that?" AVally Wandroon Inquired of the profesoionkl story-teller. "You ask me." replied that Individual, "but I answer you, you'll abuse and villifj- "Now, I'll smell 'mice' for you." She lifted her trunk and trumpeted "ta-ra-ta-ra-ta-ra "There," she said, "that's 'mice.

"I never heard It spelled that way before," said Nebuchadnezzar. "Well, I didn't smell it before. I smell it now." "Oh," said Nebuchadnezzar, to whom this answer appealed as a good one to remember when he got back to F.very Day street In Man, Laud. Yes." continued the Youngest Princess. "And I can smell longer things than that.

Why, I can smell birds with two and three silly bills just as easy as I can smell them with one silly bill. Last week we had a smelling patch and I beat all the other children, even the fox, and he's the best smeller In the class. Soon I'll be incommoded into the Hammer Grade and then I'll learn Mystery, Exclamation, Fainting in Water Crullers aud Elastical Exercises." "Are you going Into high school too?" Inquired Nebuchadnezzar Hiawatha Columbus Jones, who had never heard children In Man Land so enthusiastic about study. "High school? High school?" repeated the Youngest Princess, wrinkling her eyebrows. you mean Fly School.

No, of course I'm not going there. Fly School is only for the little hawk and crow children and the other feathered families. My pa doesn't think much of the Fly School. He says tie teachers can't fly- themselves. Why, you saw the Ostrich family, didn't you? Well, Professor Emu gave them their emncatlon and they can't Cy a stroke.

And they can hardly Feed and Fight. All they can do, my ma says, is to make out a bill. And my pa says that they can do that to eat the land. My pa's very quick that way. He can crack a joke, no matter how hard It Is.

Yesterday old Mr. Ape from Palmvlile brought, him a Joke that had been kept for 3u0 years till it was as hard as iron. And my pa cracked It so easy that Mr. Ape got the point of it right into his chest. My pa said that It wasn't such a bad Jest.

You don't happen to have a joke with you, do you? My pa would love to crack it, I know." But Nebuchadnezzar Hiawatha Columbus Jones did not reply. There were 3S2 reasons for this. One was that he had seen her pa coming and had decided on the spur of the moment to escape before anything was cracked near him. The other 3S1 reasons will make no difference, for Nebuchadnezzar escaped the King and soon found him-' self In front of a most entertaining citizen of Bungle Land, who was, however, too tired to talk before next Sunday. The Queer Case of Young ZeRe Higgins By Harry Baxton Nason git de bref knock out'n urn? You got heels an I got wings, but when I gits a load er good-goody.

I can't 110 m- rr-oa an dea 1 bleeze ter pull out my 'Brer Rabbit ban' hurt him so bad whar he got stung at, an he make so much fuss about it dat Mr. Bee tol' 'im he kin kyo by puttin some year-w ax on it. an' sho miff de stinged place quit hurtin' when Brer Rabbit greased it id some wax out'n his year. Den he got him a great big chaw er sweet gum, nuff fer ter last im a week, an' he got a whole lot mo an' put it on a biff poplar leaf an' say he gwinter take it ter his ol' 'oman an de chillun. "Ail dia time de Bee wuz settin' right whar he wuz when Brer Rabbitt hurt 'im.

Bre-r Rabbit say, 'Ileyo; ain't you gone an' Mr. Bee say he feeliu' so bad an' weak dat he dunner whe'r he kin git home er not. Brer Rabbit 'low he mighty sorry, an' he ax ef he can't do snnip'n fer ter he'r im." "Why. bees die when they sting anything." said Buster John, "I heard grandfather say so." "Well an' good," replied Drusilla. with a triumphant toss of her head.

"You hear me talkin' ez hard ez I kin; now, den. list'n at me whiles I telLs de tale ef you kin call it a tale. Wharbouts wuz "Where Brother Rabbit was asking Mr. Bee if he couldn't do something to help mm, saia sweetest Jsusan. "Well, den," remarked Drusilla.

"when Brer Rabbit ax 'im dat, Mr. Bee say he mighty much erbleeged. lie hate niight'ly fer ter pester Brer Rabbit, he say, but ef he'll be so good ez ter take 'im hack ter de big poplar, whar he live at, he'll be mo dan thankful. So Mr. Bee say, an no sooner do be say it, dan Brer Rabbit helt out de poplar leaf what got de sweetcuni on it, an' Mr.

Bee crawled on it. Don, after Mr. Bee tell 'im which way ter go, Brer Rabbit went wid a hop, skip an' jump, an' dough de big tree whar Mr. Howdy?" says Brer Fox. Bee live at wuz a mighty fur ways, 'twant long 'fo dey got dar.

"De door cr Mr. Bee's house wan't so mighty fur fum de groun', an when his fambly hear some un knockin' dar, dey swarm out fer ter sea what de trouble wuz, an no sooner is dey come out, den dey see Brer Rabbit wid de sick Bee, an whiles dey wuz mighty sorry fer ter see one er der fambly in a bad way, dey wuz mighty glad ter know dat Brer Rabbit wuz good nuff fe- ter fetch im home; an dey say dey ain't nothln in der house too good fer 'im. "Brer Rabbit thank nm kindly, an say he ain't done no mo' dan what he'd speck some us ter do fer him not dat he 6pected any an eve'ybody ter do it, kaze dar wuz Brer Fox what had been er pursuin' on atter him an' bis fambly sence de year One. Den all do bees, der sisters an der brers, say dat dey wish dey'd er know'd it loDg fo' dis. kaze dey' 'a' made it hot fer Brer Fox.

"Brer Rabbit say dey may have a visit urn Brer Fox dat Te'y day er de day after, kaze he done hear Brer Fox say dat he know whar dey wuz a bee tree, an dat he wuz winter git some er de honey. Den de Bees sorter lif der wings an' strut 'roun' an say dey hope he'll come ter der house. "Whiles dey wuz jawia' wid one an'er, some nn urn crawled on Brer Rabbit, an' when he flinched dey ax 'im what de mat ter. Brer Rabbit Mow. he did, dat he wuz born ticklish an he'd die ticklish, an' dey hatter scuzen 'im.

Bees got lots mo' sense dan folks, an' soon as dey fin out dat Brer Rabbit is ticklish, dey grun ter play some un knockin' dar. Thf storv-telling machine In the house of Wall Vanderoon, the little old man who It looting fur the Good Times we used to h.vo. has told sundry tales that do not entirely please, whereupon Drusilla scornfully tells what she considers real stones worth listening iu, I DUNNER what he talkin' "bout," said Drusilla, referring to the last remark of the discredited story-telling machine, "but if fool wid me I'll tell im snmp'n he ain't never hear tell "I'd thank yon kindly' the professional declared "Is -von ever bear talk er Brer Rabbit an de Bee?" Pntsilla's tone was slightly pnappK-h. f01 she tati a dim idea tat tne wry-teller had commented unfavorably on the "tale she had told. "Br-xaer Rabbit and the Bee I don't think I ever did." Teplied the man in the box.

"But it promises ell. Brother Rabbit and the Bee that is a good title." 'Title'" protested Drusilla. "What yon rail it dat fer? Taint no title; it's des plain ere'y cay tale." "Oh, do tell it, Drusilla!" cried Sweetest Snsan. "I've heard you tell it once, but I Ijve forgotten it." "P.it ain't sayin' much fer de tale." responded Drusilla. 'Taint much, but it's better tlun what you-all been tellinV Hereupon Drusilla began to pick her fin-ffi caa-, a sur of embarrassment.

Frrsntiy r-he legan and told the story of Brother Rabbit aud the Bee. "Per wuz a time hen Brer Rabbit had a mi'-hty habit er chawin sweetgnm. Day in day out. no matter whar you seed bin: his jaw would be a an" 'rwau't r.f cud dat he had; it wuz des plain cweetirum. Kf he fail ter fin it fresh ter lis han" he'd Iwirk de fust sweetgum tree pome ter an den go back dar in a day wo.

an' cit de truck what oize out at de place whar he gnyawed de bark off. lie Howdy, Brer Rabbit?" done dis so much dat all his fambly, an in famblies attcr 'em, down ter dis day n' time done got in de habits or workia' ier jaws an' barkin' most eve'y tree dey tome tor. Dey don fergit all "bout de weetguni, yit dat ain't hender urn fum foikin' der jaws an' barkin' trees. "Well, one day, whiles Brer Rabbit tJz takin a walk in de woods fer ter git fle fresh air, he run 'cross a great big weetgum tree. Some nn had strip de bark fam one side, an it wuz fair reekin wid weetguni not de pellow sort dat burns Jo' motif, but de white kind dat tas'es rood.

When Brer Iiabbit see all dis, he make up his min' dat he'll git his fill er weetgum, an' take some ter de ol' 'oman n' At chillun. "Frr Rabbit feel rood, he did. dat he tnok off his hat au' sot it on one side er head, an' strut up ter de sweetgum tree, an' rap on de bark like he knot-kin' at de 5 1J-e start ter say, noway, eve but befo' he kin pit de words out'n ciouf, he jerk his han" 'way fum de tree, an' fetched a squall dat mought er ta heard a mile. lie don das like de tree bum him, but 'twant no burn; 'twuz a bee, n' a mighty little nn at dat er deze yer kind what 'ars black triped britches. "Brer Rabbit say, "What yon want ter ob me wid yo' knife 3er? Sir.

Bee 'low, "Wiat yon mash me fer? Brer Rabbit say ain't see de bee tell after he got atobbed, Bee low, 'You sees me now, don't Brer Rabbit say, I feels you lots ts dan I eees you. Wny'nt yon holler 2 you jab me wid yo' knife? Mr. Bee 'How kin anybody holier when dey Mr. Bee's family hears 'ife' "Man'" sniffed the Youngest Frince3. "There ain't any such thing." "Is that so?" repeated Nebuchadnezzar offensively.

"What do yon suppose I am, it there ain't any such thing as a Man?" "Well, said the Youngest Priueess, looking at him thoughtfully, "you certainly seem almost ns funny as the fairy stories say man looks. I suppose that you are new kind of baboon, ain't you? No fooling, now." "No. I ain't," replied Nebuchadnezzar savagely. "You must be," said the Youngest Trin-tcss decisively. "You are a baboon that got hurted in the Jaguar Saw Mills dowu by the river, and bis tail cut off." Nebuchadnezzar bad an impulse to slap the Youngest Princess, but he refrained lor I1S2 reasons.

One reason was that she was much larger than he was. The other 'JSl reasons don't count. idea," continued the Youngest Princess with dignity, "of telling me fairy stories. Why. little baboon, I'm most three months old and I'm in the Second Rhytnery Class." "Where I come from, they wouldn't even let you into the kindergarten," said Nebuchadnezzar patronizingly.

"What do you leuru?" "We learn loads of things," said the Youngest Princess. "We learn Feeding ami Fighting, Suspicion and Subjection, and once a week we have lessons in Prancing nnd Slaying. I can prance the glue step nnd I can slay easy pieces with one linger." "I never learned any of thos things," said Nebuchadnezzar humbly. "But I'm multiplication and I can write compositions." "Well, I'm in the fourth page of the Smelling loik," said the Youngest Princess, proudly. "And I can do multiplication, too.

Gun times Gun is Run; Tooth times Tooth is Sore; Tree times Tree is Pine; More times More is Quick-seen. "And I can do Suspicion just as fast," sho added, eagerly. "Bun into You goes Nice; You into Gate goes Loor times; You into Den goes Rive times; Tree into Sticks goes Glue times; Late into rienty-more goes Spree times." "I can spell said Nebuchadnezzar, not to be outdone. "Well, I can spell that and lots of other things," replied the Youngest Trlncess. something seemed to be tearing his head wide open, the ears went aTound with one grand last whirl, and the human, sawmill was no more.

Tenderly they picked the poor boy from the steps and placed him In a bed with snow-white tfheeta, and at last he slept. When he awoke his ears were just as they should have been. Time and time again he pinched his nose, but no bumbling or buzzing was ever heard again and everybody wondered. To this day no one knows the cause of all the trouble. This is a true story about a real, live boy.

If any person doubts it and will take the trouble to go to Zekesvllle the people will be only too to point out the schoolhou9e and the stnmp of the oak tree which the eaTs sawed in something less than five seconds. (To be continued.) LAND OF THE GIGGLEOGRAPHY The prize winners in the "Pictures to Paint" contest in the series of "In the Land of Giggleography," are FRANKLIN ELLIOTT, No. Court street, age 14; GLORGE C. LUDOLPn, No. Ckam-bcrlaiu street, aged 10 nnd HOWARD SUTTON, No.

100 South Fitzhugh street, aged 8 years. Their art books were very well done, and they therefore received the prizes. Unbecoming. London Chronicle. A boy was asked by his teacher to spell and define "blemish." "B-l-e-m-i-s-h, Blemish means a speck," replied the boy.

"Now, John, can you use this in asked the teacher. "Yes, ma'am," replied John, "I went into a jewelry store and bought a pair of blemishes." said Zeke. "I'lease come before we move to town, Sweetest insisted. "We are going' to move next year." "If I can." replied Wally Wanderoon. "But It's a pity you are going away from the countryside.

You'll think of it many a long and lonely day." vWhy, we ure brick where we started from:" xclainied Buster John, looking r.round. "How did we get here and nol know it?" But Wally Wanderoon was no longer with them. 11c had disappeared. The modest heme of Mr. Bobs was in plain view, and this prevented the children from a bewilderment which.

under other circumstances, would have been troublesome. "Does you all reckou dat we've seed what we seed an' henrd what we heard? It seems mo' like a dream dan drentns deyse'f." "Well, we all couldn't drvsm the same dream, could we?" Buster John Inquired with some show of contempt for the very natural doubt expressed by Drusilla. This seemed to settle the matter with the children, and. after seeing Billy Biscuit safe home, they found it necessary to make preparations for returning to theirs, for the sun was low In the sky. THE FN P.

tiny click, and the whole thing came to a standstill. Once more he said he'd be jiggered, but just then he mado the horrible discovery that, although bis ears no longer revolved. they bad stopped wrong-side up. Iu his perplexity be pinched his nose again and away went the ears and the buzzing. By this time Zeke thought ho knew a good deal about the machine, so he gave the tip of his nose another pinch and the cars slowed up, this time stopping crosswise.

He knew this would never do, so another pinch started the works, another stopped them. It took a good deal of practice to get them to stop precisely where they belonged, but it was done at last, and be went down to breakfast so full of thoughts that he used salt instead of suear on his oatmeal, and didn't know it until he Lad eaten half of it. With bis minil full of strange ideas he finally started for school. He bad made a wonderful discovery, but didn't know what to do with it. Unfortunately another chap, Tommy Stringer, settled the matter, for a time at least.

Tom was the bully of the town, and his greatest joy ass to pull the ears of the smaller boys. Ho just doted ou hearing smaller boys squeal, aud this morning he hapiK-ued to meet Zeke on the street. Tom didn't waste any time by talking, ne strutted boldiy up to Zeke and grabbed hlin by an ear. Zeke screwed his face lu seventeen different directions before his nose began to tickle nnd with that tickling a great idea entered bis brain. Weil, kid," and Tbm took a fresh and firmer grip, how would yoa like to have me twist this ear ail the way off If you'll hold on to It until I aak yon to let go I'll give you my new pony," replied Zeke.

"Haw! haw!" laughed the bully. "Ion needn't be afraid of my lettln go for some time. I guess I'll hang on till we get t' the schoorhouBC. I always did like to see you squirm." I guess you'd better guess again," giggled Zeke, as he reached up and pinched his own nose. Without any hesitation the buzzing began and In a second the bully was howling like a dog that had been run over by a cow.

His head was bleeding and he danced around as If a dozen of the fattest aud hardest work ing hornets in the slate had crawled down his buck and were making up for lost time. Zeke could not help laughing, at which Tom gave him a swat on me ear. As this happened while the ears were buzzing Tom was wounded again. Ills eyes opened their widest. He iooked at Zeke, gave a howl of frightened puin, and went down the street as if a whole tribe of savages was at ids hecis.

Zeke closed down his private saw mill, and with a light and happy heart passed to school, where the ears were soon forgotten, and might never have worked again had not old I'rofessor Rogers started trouble. This teacher always made It a point to clutch Zeke by the ear at leust once a day, and when he happened to miss doing so the other pupils thought they were being cheated. Zeke was studying when he saw the professor's shadow, and, knowing his ears were to be pulled, turned on the power by a nose-pinch, doing so just as be saw the teacher's hand reaching out. The master made a quick grab, but he let go quicker than ever before and began to yell. The pupils laughed and snickered, while Trofessor Rogers glared at the boy.

Zeke was so tickled he laid bis head down on the desk so as to laugh harder. But he forget to turn off "the machinery. There was one old rip-roaring rip, a zing-zong, and in a minute that nice desk was fit only for kindling wood, the revolving ears N. 11. C.

Jones Has en Agreeable Conversation With the Youngest Princess. WITH PICTURES TO PAINT. TiSiFo UK Youngest Princes" cautious ly touched Aeinii ha Jnezz'ir Hiawatha Columbus with her trunk. "Huh! What is this? Some broken toy, I piK I Tia watua Columbus Jones stared at her indignantly. "No, I ain't a broken he roared.

"You're the baby elephant, ain't yon?" "What? Baby elephant? You little urly monkey thing. I'll have you know that I'm Her Itoyal Highness KHa Phantom Tuski, and my pa is the King of Bungl Iand. If you pay anything rude to me he'll send you away to Baboon Skates Prison. The Youngest Princess twirled her hoop angrily and trumpeted with rase. "Well, I'm sure I beg your pardon," said Nebuchadnezzar hastily.

"You know I saw an ex, at least I mean Princevs, like you in the show, and they called her the baby elephant there." inquired t'ne Youngest Princess wondcringly. "Show? What is a show?" "It's where they keep wild animals and thing! in cages, you know," explained he. "Now I'm sure that you're just fibbing." snid the Youngest Princess promptly. "Those tre all fairy tales and they ain't true. They used to tell about cHges to frichten when I was a little infant.

You will bo trving to tell me about Man Land next." "I'm a man myself," answered N. II. C. Jones proudly. "At least, my pa is a Man and I'm going to be one when I grow up." sending sawdust and shavings all over the room.

When Zeke realized what he bad done he leaped from his seat and started for the Uoor. Very unfortunately It was closed, and Zeke bumned Into it. The left ear touched the wooden panels. Another zlp-zong zlp-z-o-ng followed, and the door Hew Into splinters, and out went the youngster, closely followed down the steps by the aged schoolmaster and all the pupils. Zeke was frightened and squeezed Ida nose so hard that It hurt, but the fearful buzzing continued.

The gate was closed, but the two saw-ears made quick work of It. He dashed Into an old oak tree and It didn't taken the ears two seconds to cut It down. It fell with a mighty crash and burled under Its leaves and limbs the scholars and the teacher. Zeke stood still for a moment and started across the street Just In time to bump Into the delivery wagon of Grocer Brown. A dull roaring sound was heard above the shouts of the grocer, followed by that awful rip-roaring zip-zing s-o-n-g, and the wagon wasn't worth thirty cents forever afterwards.

The ears were growing bigger and bigger and the buzzing louder aud louder, aud Zeke made a bee-line for home and mother. It would take hundreds of words to tell of the many things which tbosu remarkable ears chewed up. Twenty-seven wooden articles were more or less damaged, the entire town was la an uproar, and at last the boy reached the front door of his home. He did not stop to open the door, for be bad learned that everything made way for him, and, besides, he was In a hurry to tell bis mother all about It. Somehow or other he failed to turn his head so the ears could get In their work, aud quite naturally he bumped his ticklish nose into the hard oak.

It was a terrible bump. I Zeke saw enough new stars to make him the greatest astronomer ever known. Hl head bounded back, stopped with a Jerk, I there was one mighty rumble, bumble, buzz. "ttt-T-tt-t 'f- iV -tlt" "Guess again," ill -iT 'L a I glance at Zeke Higgins no one would ever suppose that be was other than an ordinary boy, bright, full of life and giggles, and about as good and bad as roost other youngsters of his size and age. But there were strange and creepy-things about him, although bis parents never even suspected the truth, uor did Zeke, until one morning long remembered in the village of Zekeville, be awoke with the funniest kind of a buzzing in his bend.

He seemed to feel something inside his skull, and that something was for nil the world like a bushel of bumble bees and ixuehty big bees at that with each and every blessed bee buzzing and bumbling as it trying to bore a hole all the way through the bones. Zeke listened for a moment and his dark blue eyes popped out almost far enough for him to see a rattling dog fight around th next corner. "Well, I'll be jiggered," said he. this being his mode of showing great astonish ment. With that he gave a quick jump out of bed and never did a boy get into his clothes in less time than he did on that remarkable day.

In his excitement the joungster actually tried to comb his hair without being ordered to do so. But he didn't do much brushing or combing. As he brought the brush down on the straggly hairs the handle of the instrument of torture slipped through his hand -like a greased pig at a country fair and flew clear across the room. "Well, I'll be jiggered," and he stared around in great surprise. "What's the matter with that brush? Gee, how my head does buzz." He carefully fished the brush from a drawer into which it had dropped pnd made another attempt to run it over Lis hair.

His efforts were followed by a lipping noise, the brush was knocked out of his hand and smashed a 157-cent pane of glass. Zeke was too much astonished to say anything about being jiggered, and with a great deal of solemnity he picked Up the brusu. Taking a firm grip with both bands he carefully drew it down the side of his head toward his right ear. There was a snapping sound, followed by a zip-zip-zing-zong and all was quiet. Then Zeke looked at tne r.rusn and Jumped nearly to the ceiling.

It was cut straight across as tr jt naa gone tnrougn saw milL he youngster was so sur prised he dropped the piece he held and put his hand to Lis ear. With a howl the hand was drawn back and on the thumb was a deep and ragged cut from which blood was flowing. Sticking the dripping thumb In his mouth. Zeke danced around like a red Indian doing a snake-ghost Cakewalk or dance, or something of that kind. Then he looked into the mirror.

There were his two big ears going around and around like two wheels and as be could etill feel the rumbling and bumbling he Btood for a time, his eyes filled with terror and his heart apparently down his well-worn shoes. Well," and he heaved a big sigh, "I'll be jiggered if I haven't turned into a saw mill." In his perplexity he pinched his nose. At once the bumbling and buzzing began to cease, grew fainter and fainter, the ears slowed down like the wheels of a locomotive with brakes set, there was a IE WINNERS IN THE PUZZLE CONTEST. There seems to be a falling in "puzzle contest" stocks this week. All the readers of the children's page have been so interested in writing for flower seeds to get their gardens under way that they didn't have time evidently to work on the puzzles.

There has been a noticeable falling off in this department, which goes to show that most boys and girls are more interested in doing for others than for themselves. Still, many found time not only to write for their seeds, but to solve the puzzles too, and here are their names: The prize winners were FREDA HAG EN, No. 40 Merrimac street, who guessed the "bust" puzzle, Mrs. Roosevelt, and HELEN STEELSMITH, No. 67 Ridge-way avenue, who guessed the "Polo" puzzle.

These letters were the first opened. The other successful ones are placed on the HONOR ROLL. Charles Townsend, Ruth Baker, Jeaa Roy, Ariel Shaw, Joseph Carbone, Florence. Ayers, Yiolet Hubbard, Lloyd La-Borie, Fred Fuhrmann, Alice Dennis, Harry E. Granger, Sodus; Josephine Bader, Nellie Rogers, Katherine Stewart, Cecilia Stuvenhaever, Franklin Elliott, Corinne Angela Sheil, Bessie Collins, Hazel C.

Smith, Wells Franklin, Loretta Murray, Thomas Brath, Joseph Kraft, Bessie Baker, Lena Reibstein, Bessie M. Goodman, Lottie Caudle, Isabel Mattes, Rudolph Sie-bert. Haiold Senke, Fred Fuhrmann, Wells Franklin. Carol Williams, Ralph J. Morey, Harold W.

Soule, Charles Randall What His Nose Was Tor. New York Times. Clarence's entrance to the kindergarten was delayed by a severe cold in the head. When he was finally able to take a fling at knowledge in her rudimentary forms his mind was still embittered with memories of past sufferings. When the teacher showed him the picture of a man and put a few simple questions to him concerning the five senses he could not put the painful thoughts entirely aside.

Still his answers did credit to his native intelligence. He said that the mouth was to eat with, the eyes to see with, and the ears to hear with, but when he came to the nose he fell down. "And what is that asked tha teacher. "To blow," replied Clarence, and he couldn't for the life of him aee why everybody laughed. Synonymous Terms.

Little Chronicle. A charitable institution had sent some city children to Margery's small town for an outing and by the townspeople wer called Fresh Air Children. "Margery," asked her mamma, "why are yon late to tea?" "Oh," replied Margery, "I was out there watching those Wind Kids turn somersaults." i T7.