Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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and sleepier but soon Dream-o'-the- Worldlwould pipe up in his louder note, and the blue eyes would slowly open again. And so in the end Fairy- rleart triumphed and led Little-Dear- One away to the land of the fairies. Part II. It was quite a long way to Fairy- land and before they had gone very far, what did they meet but a wee coach of spun sun-beams, drawn by eight of the fattest bumble-bees that could be found. Little-Dear-One laughted joyfully at such a really fun- ny sight and the bumble-bees looked around upon their little would-be passenger, as they wiped the pollen from their faces. But how in the world was he to get into such a mite of a coach, and for a second his little flushed face clouded with childish un- certainty. But lol all doubt vanished as Fairy-Heart waved a silvery wand above his golden head. If you have never gone to Fairy-land you don't know what a curious shrinking sensa- tion Little-Dear-One felt. He kept getting smaller and smaller until he was just the least bit larger than the fairies themselves, and then the coach- man helped him in. Oh, how delightful! They would soon be there. A gate of cobwebs swung open and two elves stood in roses on each side. They nodded their heads, spread their tiny silken wings, and flew to the coach, perching on each side of their visitor, as they chattered to him in their piping tones. Oh, quick! let me out, so I can sa: everything, exclaimed the child. So they helped him to alight and he stood upon a mossy carpet, which felt as soft as down. All manner of flowers were nodding as far as he could see, and little fairy elves stood up in the flow- er cups to welcome him. Fairy-Heart accompanied Little- Dear-One everywhere and at each new sight he laughed a hearty little baby laugh. ln one place he looked upon a rose which was slowly opening and a little fairy beamed upon him from within the red petals. She had been resting upon a divan of satin swan's down with a coverlet of violet silk. What a funny sight for the eyes of a baby! The fairies would spread their silken wings and visit from house to house, first flying to a tulip-blossom and then to a buttercup. birds flew down from time to time, carrying corn silk and spider lace for the dresses of the fairy-women. They were singing now in their sweetest voices. Butter- flies were also bringing bluebell and pansy satin to be made into fairy ball- gowns. Bumble-bees were buzzing in the honey-suckle blossoms, and as they made honey, they stored it in lily baskets which the ants carried to the store houses of the fairies. l-le met a whole procession of these. Show me your houses, he exclaimed in his eag- er childish voice, as he ran joyously along beside them. lnto hollows of sttunps they went, stored the honey in little egg-shells, carried there by the swallows, and then marched back, and kept this up all day. F airy-l-leart was greatly pleased be- cause Little-Dear-One was so happy. l-fe led him next to a dear little lake where the boatmen were sailing in vessels of nutshells with sails of spid- er silk. Was there ever a little boy that wouldn't enjoy such a sight? F airy-Heart surely knew there wasn't. The child wanted to stay there so long his guide was afraid it would be clos- T 'wenty-seven

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the wicked, old fellow held yet anoth- er trick in reserve. Heistaggered and seemed about to drop, but when Re- publican rushed towards him for the final blow he found himself gripped near the ear with old Silver Tip's famous death-hold. Gradually the young wolf stiffened and when the nervous twitching of his body had stopped the pack rushed on the motionless usurper tearing him to pieces. Filled with horror at this sight Night lifted her eyes from the Earth and enchanted by the golden rays that enticingly called her, began again her slow pursuit of the ever-fleeing day. Iiittle-iBre1r-GBM unit the Breaux Iliairiea. Gertrude Harlan '14. . ' Part I. Little-Dear-One was cuddled down in the soft warmth of his cradle. He laughed to himself as the dusky shad- ows of evening closed in upon his pretty room and the moonbeams peep- ed in cautiously, laying their soft light upon his face and hands. Yes, thought he, there are so many things- I can't do in the dayl time, but when the Dream-Fairies come, they take me everywhere and let me do anything. Oh, how I wish they'd hurry ! Life seemed hard to this little child. For he would try to climb upon a chair and then mamma would say, No, no, Little-Dear-One, baby hurt. Then he would get to splashing joy- fully in a nice bowl of water, which had been placed there by some thoughtful person, when mamma would surprise him by no, nol baby get all wet and take cold l So he lay at length in his miniature bed. His eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier. Could they have forgot- ten to come? His tiny full lips quiv- ered, and one big tear rolled slowly from under a drooping lid. But no, list, little one! A fluttering of gossa- Twenty-six mer wings, and behold two of the sweetest fairies upon the window sill, just above the clematis vine, which touched them with its feathery foliage. They had the softest, wee voices, WX which, of course, just suited their size, for they were no bigger than the daintiest needle. Dream-o'-the-World was dressed in a velvety-pansy gown and Fairy-Heart in a silken butterfly robe. They nodded to each other and then lifted their white wings and flew right to the edge of the coverlet, which touched the neck of Little-Dear-One. Now, piped up Dreatn-o'-the- World, which of us do you want to sing you to sleep ? Well, I don't know exactly, for I like you both so Well that I can't tell. But one of you sing at a time, first Fairy-Heart and then Dream-o'-the- World, and who-ever gets me to sleep first, I will go with him. Now Dream-o'-the-World had just a little bit louder voice than Fairy- Heart, and so it was not as soothing as that of the other. They both took turns and when Fairy-Heart would begin to sing in a soft ripple of sound, Little-Dear-One would get sleepier

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ing-up time in Fairyiland before he could get him away. Little-Dear-One 'put his 'hands in the water 'add his dimpled face flushed with pleasure. Quick, Little-Dear- One, said the voice of 'Fairy-Heart, you must soon leave for it will be time for all visitors to bedway and your mama and papa will miss you. With tears in his eyes, the childturn- ed away,'and this was a very natural thing 'for a little world-baby to do. But his distress did not last very long for what'funny sight did he see but a field-mouse stop right in front of ihim, stand upon its haunches andblink its eyes at him, as if to say, Gracious! what are you doing here P He held some corn stubble between his fore- paws, which'he'had robbed from the fields 'for the fairies. Withhis little fists, Little-Dear-One hastily rubbed the tears from his glistening eyes, while he broke into alaugh, with still a bit of a hint of tears in it. This frightened the 'field-mouse and the hastily ran off. The 'workmen were ' hurrying' to get through with the day's work and 'soon he saw little men sawing down toad- stools, two engaged 'in felling one stool. Even the 'squirrels were 'carry- ing shells from the nuts 'whichthey had 'gatheredto be rrrade intobdats. Soon Fairy-Heart had 'led 'Little- Dear-One back to theplace whence they had started and introduced him to the 'Queen of the'fa.iries,'who was sitting on a couch of 'thistle-down in 'an apartment of rose 'leaves. Her little white wings reached clearto her dainty feetcovered 'with velvety white slippersiof 'lilyeof-the-valley. 'She smil- ed 'ilpon her visitor, arose and then dropped i gracefully down behind 'the rose-leaf eurtain. Oh, but now, it was pretty near over and the last sight was the prettiest of all. Suddenly all the flowers started nodding iback and 'forth and 'then the fairy-womenfleaning upon the arms of their gallant escorts, flew downitoithe carpet of moss which changed iiow into an immense bal14room. The ladies, robed in lilyQofQthe-valley, their 'slip- persmade of 'pansy velvet with buckles of dew drops, danced to and 'fro in their glee. A 'company of musicians were seated an a tulip 'blossom inthe center oftthehall, hdddingkheir heads rhythmicallyfasi they played the sweet- est music Littleiljear-One 'had ever heard. p '2Quick, your 'mother 'is gding to look 'for you in 'a'inonient, and' before he 'realizedkihdt 'Had 'happened the babe wasiback in theiairyfcoach and the bumblelbees 'hid started off lat 'a lively gallop. J p A strain sweeter than all itheerest fiddfed out toward 'him ghd 15: dn Fairy-land had vanished. Herubbed his eyes'l1ard with histwo little 'fists and thedlooked up to meet the tender liquid' blue of his' mother's'eyes,tias she bent above him. Heiicould notlhave realized that' that ' last' exquisite strain wasi the unspoken prayerfof bismuth- er's heait, 'although :his 'two 'thubby ' arms encireled' Tier'i1eeki with' the 'love of his wholeyourrg soul. KT 'Saw fm YQ' 1 l T wentywight