Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 247, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 October 1919 — DADDY'S EVENING FAIRY TALE [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

DADDY'S EVENING FAIRY TALE

by Mary Graham Bonner

f WIND AND SUN. i" . > “I do believe," said, the wind, “in helping to make character.”

“What do yon mean ?” asked Mr. Sun “What you say sounds interesting, l>ut I don’F” quite understand. "Y o u should," said— the wind. "You're such a briglit old fellow.” ‘True, true, but I don't always have time to find I’m busy doing my ""own "vvork and can’t study up all these fine subjects of character and so forth.” “You don’t have

to study it up/Wsaid the wind, making. a sweeping bow, “for you have so much yourself. Character, you know, means having good qualities, being fine and strong and all of that.” "Ah, you flatter old Mr. Sun,” beamed the sun. "No flattery, only the truth,” safd the wind, with another sweeping bow. “You see,” the wind continued, “I like to Idow things tills way and that. Sometimes I get all excited and I-blow Tilings for all I am worth": “The oilier day I ha (Hots of fun I~ blew the hat off of a man .who was riding in his automobile. He got out of the automobile, after it had stopped, of course, and then lie went off for his hat. He was just about to pick it' up when I whispered into the ear qf one of the Breeze brothers:.— “ ‘There, blow a little harder. Have some fun.’ “And when one Breeze brother -had finished blowing another blew, so that the man was quite a time in getting his hat.” “Naughty old wind,” said Mr. Sun. "Tlie other day, too, 1 was up on the roofs'in a city. Ail the wash was out on the lines from the different city apartments. You should” have seen me blow then. A I blew and I blew and I blew. And the clothes could hardly sta.v on the Mnes. I got some off, but some of the others I cotihlfl’t move. ■ - “I admired those that I couldn’t get off. They wouldn't give in. They had lots of strength of character.” “Oh, ho,” laughed Mr. Sun, “now the wash and the man’s hat haven’t character, could never have character, and never will have character. You’re taking an unfair advantage of them, Mr. Wind. ’ “They can’t do anything of their own free will and accord~because they" ar-tm't real and alive like people are.” “Oh, well, they should have character,” said the wind, “and I am going to go im seeing which has' character and which hasn't.” “Of course you'll go on trying,” said Mr. Sun. “but it won’t be character or the lack of it you’ll be finding.” “What will it be?” asked the wind, “Just how much strength you feel you have.” said Mr, Sun, “and just how much„of a frolic you want.” "Oh, very, well," said the wind. “Have it your way.” "Hft, ha." snld .Mr. SimZZTheLM -time-- T expression—wasv hen I wasTooking down, on theTafHf= and I heard a little boy getting the worst of an argument. He didn’t have any real facts, and-all -he hadbeen aide to do was to raise his voice and sound as if he were saying a lot. “Well, when lie saw that he wasn’t footing anyene. not even himself, he made a beautiful bow and said: “‘Well, have it your way.’ “He said it just as though he really was giving in out of politeness, which

wasn't the truth nt all. So you see you’re like the" little boy.” “I see.” said the= wind. "But you like me just the same, .don’t you?” he asked. “Of course.” said Mr. Sun. “Whi) wouldn’t like the dear old blustery wind who is full of faults, but just as nice as he can be at heart?” “That's good.” said the wind. “I am so glad you feel that way about me.”

“And sometimes,” said the sun, “you can be very, very gentle, and soft, and kind, and always you’re a good old wind, a nice, good-natured wind —that is—almost alvvays. e . “There are times, it is true, that you get frightfully angry and stir up the most awful row. causing storms and all sorts of things and then you even drive me away; You’ve a bad temper at times, but in spite of everything you’re a nice wind, and Mr, Sun like* you, yes, he does’”

A Sweeping Bow.

“They Wouldn’t Give In.”