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. .1 ' t 'I ' 1 3 't ' ! ( , , ! i Page Eight THE CAECA TIT AIT 1 i -ni n i ! - j now .VKIXIK KKFAIKKD. A MIS- , xiU prompt act of lore and fcu TAKE. , mUtty had 4 riven tb clood away. "There the gof so." ; Exchange. "Ye, and the U wearing that md( old coke, of a hat and that coat It; EVERT-DAY WORK. Crest i-ls r trumptl; loud blls art runr. And men turn round to ; Tbs hlh fks cho to tb pr.i tun O'er wme crest rlctory. And yet rtt deeds are few. Th ns!hUt mn Find opportunities bat now and then- 8hs.ll one tit Idle through lone days Of Pace. Waltlnc ttr wslls to scale? Or Ue In port until som "Oolden Fleece" Lure blm to f c the cU? There work enoufb; wby idly. then, delayt Ilia work count moat who labors every day Ita one short day U o'er. But the clear stream that through the mead ow Cows. All the long- summer on Its mission goes- Better the steady flow; the torrent's dash Boon leaves It rent track dry. The light we love la not a lightning flash From cut a midnight sky. Dut the sweet sunshine, wbone unfailing ray From It calm throne of blue, light ever dy. The sweetest lives are those to duty wed. Whose deeds, both great and small. Are close-knit strands of one unbroken thread. Where love ennobles all. The world may sound no trumpets, ring no balls. The Book of Life the shining record tells. Selected. "JUST PETER." children, and the minister began to wonder what would happen when the boy found his voice. -It waa that red car, I called to Peter, an' first he began to come, and then he started to run and I called him. 'an' he wouldn't get up and come, and I went over to him " The minister Just stroked the curly hair back, as he said: "I know, sonny, but yon wouldn't hare had pt live. If he was hurt badly, and A torrent sweeps adown the mountain's broa t 1 1 ,v (m wsttilri mc With foam and flash and roar. t would Suffer all the time. WOUld JOU . Geoff's eyes looked up quickly, his mind was traveling faster than that of the minister. "If God takse care of things when they die, has the pain stopped hurt in Pete now?" he demanded. "Surely," said the young man, see ing theological discussions of a dif ficult character ahead. "Don't you 'spose God had enough pups without taking mine from me?" again demanded Geoff, and "oh! I do want him back," and the child gave way to uncontrollable sobs. There were rocks coming, the min ister was sure, and still holding the sobbing child, he began telling him of the Indians, and how they believed In a God who would give them good hunting- grounds when they died and how they thought their animals would go with them, too. The boy's sobs lessened as he lis tened to the young man's voice, then he spoke In broken tones: "D'ye think if I'm very good that God'll let me se"e Pete again when I die?" The minister hesitated for a sec ond before he said, "Of course, we are none of us quite sure about any thing In Heaven.but If you are a brave boy and try not to fret, maybe God will let you see Pete again!" "Where does God keep the animals when they come up?" The Reverend Malcolm Brown's imagination had always been strong, but this afternoon it was stronger than usual. "I think, and the firm hand clos ed over the hot ones of the child, "it's a lovely meadow, with trees, and most of the things the animals would like!" ffl "An' nobody is unkind to them; they wouldn't take their ploythings from them? Pete has lots of things he plays with, an' he'd be lonesome without them!" The minister's face wore a strange look, his theology was fast caring him to the religions of other worlds, but he said, softly wiping off the moist cheeks, "I don't think God would mind Pete taking his things with him; he'd be glad to have him happy!" There was a long . silence, and when, some minutes later the mini ster put the child down at the father's door, he had promised to assist at Bete's funeral that evening. at lean three year old." "Let's pretend we don't her." Three girls, arm la arm. were walk ing along a wide sidewalk and they were referring to another young girl coming toward them on the opposite tide of the street. Two of the three had spoken, the other remaining sil ent. "Straight ahead now, don't let her think we see her." And right along the three compan ions went, keeping perfect step and looking neither to light nor left. "There, that was very well done. If she will wear such dowdy things she must expect to be snubbed." "Yes. Oh, do we drop you here, Nellie? Well, good-bye." "And be sure to come to the par ty to-morrow, Nell." With smiles and friendly words Jennie Reed and Ella Snow released the arms of Nellie Field aa they came opposite the corner where the street. lea aown to ner name. . . t4l . . . She bad not .poken a word n the coaTeniUon relating to the girl the B ..why,.. cried Mattle. ..H,en-t had pjased unnoticed on the opposite! ' breakfast yet" side of the street yet she felt Ju.t aa d - gUiVjd;nH J P-hing a plate of cookies toward TO,u, Mnivin? to th M,,,-' Mattle. "Won't you have one" she aaked. "No, thanks. But what does Esther KsTiunrsi iromxcs day. "Alwaya late to breakfast. said Esther, the maid, aa the beaa to gather up the dishes from the break fast table and found Katherine's plate still untouched. It was ironing day. and Esther bad a great deal to do; but she mast keep the little girl's breakfast warm and stop her work afterwards to clear up the table- Thls Is the way It had been almost every morning since Katherine had come to stay with her Aunt Pauline, while her father and mother were away on a Journey. Esther liked children, and was very kind and pa tient with the extra work, but she often wished tho little girl would eat her breakfast with the others, es pecially on days like this, when there was so much to do that sie hardly knew where to turn. This particular morning, however, things were to be different. Kather Ine had come sleepily Into the dining room, and was slowly eating her oat jforable while replying to the chat ter of the other two girls, and as ahn, Rtnlp a lonk in the direction from which they had say when you keep the table standing come, hoping to get a glimpse of the lul'c .Z" ,i Mary wuuiuu i iitvo it u. uil. il uuiu It was a most every-day occur rence a red automobile tearing by, a brown puppy uncertain of direc tion, and the Inevitable result. The red thing never even stopped, but left behind it a cloud of suffocating dust, and a patch of something brown on the road. Geoff, after the first shock of sur prise, went forward, wondering why Peter didn't return to him when he called. His sturdy legs carried him to the spot, where the brown heap lay, and he said softly, "Pete, get up, you lazy dog. I'd be ashamed to play you was a deader!" But Peter gave no signs of getting up, and somehow Geoff's little legs began to shake. Was it possible, no, It couldn't be, Peter did play like that sometimes, and Geoff i began to worry. Could he be hurted so bad, that he couldn't get up? He would see. Stoop ing over the silky brown body yet warm, Geoffrey slowly lifted one lit tle leg, then another. No, there! seemed no reason why Pete couldn't get up, his legs were all right. Then with a quickly beating heart Geoff raised Pete's listless head. The soft ears hung limply over his hand, and the loving brown eyes never opened once. Geoff put down the head, and with a very frightened, white face, sat down in the dusty road by the side of Pete. A great lump seemed growing in side of him, as slowly the feeling came over him that little Pete, his own puppy, had gone dead! He had heard of such things before, vaguely wondering what it meant; and if they all went to heaven, what a time God must have answering the door-bell, and if He had an elevator, like the! big store In town! Geoff sat very still, a pathetic lit tle figure, with the sun beating down on his straw hat, and the immovable puppy stretched beside him. Geoff never had any mother that he could remember, and he had be come used to thinking out things for himself, because Dad never had any time in the evenings; besides, he did not always understand. This was the picture which met the eyes of the Reverend Malcolm Brown as he rode down the road on his baby horse. Geoff and he were already acquainted, and it was with sundry misgivings the young minis ter slipped from his horse and touch ed the straw hat. "What's the matter, my boy? Pe ter hurt himself?' "Yes," came Geoff's voice, strange ly quiet, the young man thought. "I guess he's ' and the other words died away. The bay horse waited; he never quite knew what his master would do, but there waa trouble here, so he stood, at attention. There was a minute when the min ister wished he were a woman, then he put his arm around the dusty fig-. ure. "Sonny, you're in danger here, right in the middle of the road, and I'm going t6 carry you away!" - "Don't," said the little boy pas sionately, "don't you see Pete's hunt ed himself so he can't walk, an d'ye 'spose I'm goin' to leave him?" "But Pete might get hurt again," eaid the minister. "See here, I'll car ry. Pete, and you take the bay over t the grass." The strain of the last hour was be ginning to tell on Geoff, and as the minister tenderly raised the little brown pup, Geoff struggled to his feet, and reaching up for the bridle, followed the minister to the grassy . stretch, safe from red cars. The boy's straw hat had been thrown down, and his agonized heart throbbed against the minister's vest. while scalding tears ran down his cheeks. The young man sat holding the child in a strong clasp, waiting till the first paroxysm was over. It was no use shamming, Geoff knew although the brown pup lay as if asleep. The car had been merciful the little back had been snapped like a twig, and Pete lay at their feet, in his last sleep. Geoff never had been like other Hrl thov hnri all sliehted so cruellv. 9.. . j " i i. i - j But little Stella Gray in her last Pul uer UfClu" f year's hat and coat, and other clothes, ivainerine roppea iui spuuuiui which were certainly out of style, halfway to her rosy mouth and look- though pretty and becoming, had d wonderingly at Mattie. wny, 1 passed beyond her sight and Nellie never thought of that." ahe said. "I urned, wltn a sigh, aown tne nome- lu,Uft . ward street. ' asayD sue uueuu i aujmiug. "I don't know what I shall do;" she But I Just know she does, Mattle naid to herself. "I did not sav a aeciarea. way, n irumuS uj, word about Stella, but I was with and that's the day Mary always wants he girls who did, and I looked the breakfast out of the way as quick straight ahead Just as they told me, as she can have it. and I can never, never look Stella " Katherine looked up at the kitchen n the face again!" 'clock swiftly ticking away the min- This dismal prospect, as a result utes. "We've always boarded, she of being weakly Influenced by Jen- said slowly. "I never thought it nle and Ella, made Nellie very un-, mattered If I was late. But I ve got happy. What would she not have time to wash up these things my given to be placed In the same posi- self," she added briskly, slipping tion which she had occupied a half- from her chair. hour before when she locked arms "And I'll help," Mattie chimed in. with Jennie and Ella and started When Esther came downstairs a down the walk with them. I little later the kitchen was all clear- When she entered her mother's sit- ed up and the girlies had run off to ting-room her face was full of trou- school. Esther's face brightened. ble, and, of course, her mother was "The lassie means all right." she very quick to recognize it, only she said as she wiped off the irons and did not know the cause. ' nut them over to heat. "She didn't She was soon informed, however, think, that's all." "Now, mother, what shall I do? j The next morning found Kather- Stella is the best girl 1 know, anaiine n her place with the others we know why she cannot have new It was sunset when the young man holding a box, and the little boy with his arms full of different things, stopped at the big aok tree on the farther side of the fence. The minister took off his coat and dug the narrow trench, while Geoff sat beside the boy and watched. The litle brown head lay on Geoff's own cushion in the box, and Goeff was only waiting to put in the other things. The minister ceased digging after a while, then replaced his coat. He moved aside when he saw Geoff stoop over the box, and the sound of an audible kiss made him swallow some thing hastily. Then turning, he said gently, "Are you ready Geoff?" "In a minute," the little boy re plied, picking up Pete's playthings and putting them into the box, round the form of the brown pup. First came an old mophead, then a much- chewed slippers, the remains of a wash-rag, and a broken rubber ball! 1 The young man stood with a queer tightening at his throat, as the arti cles were put in, one by one. Then on the body of the still sleep ing Pete, Geoff laid some bones These would serve him for a long time, because he liked to bury them! The minister kneeled down, and, with eyes which saw but dimly, fitted oh the lid of the box. Together the two mourners replac ed the earth, and when the last shov elful was in, and the sods packed down, Geoff knelt by the side, and the minister, putting his hat on the grass knelt too. To his dying day he never forgot that funeral prayer as Geoff, with a heart not too full to put up a pas sionate plea for his pet, prayed: "Dear God, this is my pup, Pete who's coming to you, and do pleas be careful with him. He can't ea meat yet, it'll make his hair come out,- an' , don't take him up by the arms, it hurts him so, an' if you have a Morris chair, let him sit in hack of you, he loves it an oh, won't you please keep him for me till II come?" And the minister said, "Amen." Our Dumb Animals. If yoa car learsed will tp and will fe" tost one els a soon as If yoa wi2i to foa quotation or acrcdot, asd so forth. tell It. Whea you Uh to retain fiae words. pk theta aa soon as pos sible yourself. When yoa commit a pasag to memory, quote the author, and daas hi came with others yoa cannot for- get Never try to force memory wha something sewtas to be forgottea, Tura to something else, and it will oon come cp. NTr tax yoar msaory when greatly fatigued. When you make up an oplaion on a certain subject, comslt to mem ory all ycur reasons tor doing so. It you change, you want to have the data, and why you changed. Don't strive to perform memory work during or after a full meal. Never suspect your memory. If you suspect it, you cannot trust It at all. For catching up material for early use, the evening hours are best, but It must be something that is familiar. The early morning is the best time to commit new facts and principles. Exchange. a thing that toss; ?vib r-7 r it. UU U to fi:y s4 ia ;r4;,I;i r'M a possible. i rrt ct tvj , ?sbr a short Ul lotts. -v To a m t 4. T At: T ni ha - . - Ma-.- and tr.s3 tfc t; . , th word Sr.r ! . ' Yoa will t fi Silrs to tzz a- J - lea m t- c:t. .u. met with a Lean 4. itl bard thine tkt u,. cter do4clcc on cf . , In then a!) to i ,. count. Tli Prrtyr 3 1 THE THINGS TO MAKE YOU GLAD. When the years have slipped by, and memory runs back over the path you have trod, you will be glad that you stopped to speak to every friend you met and left them all with a warmer feeling in their hearts be cause you did so. You will be glad that you were happy when doing the small, every day things of life, that you served the best you could In life's lowly round. You will be glad that men have said all along your way: "I know that I can trust him. He is as true as steel.' You will be glad that there have been some rainy days In your life. If there were no storms, the fountains would dry up, the sky would be filled with poisonous vapors and life would cease. You will be glad that you stopped won m K nimr An Indian cUrl - Vk. wsj oHS otrtcri the English lis tU m Tj., from which to lrr- i -c procured a copy fro- 4 j. " In In exchano a io!.f r. arn! a-t Mms!f tr ... . " - " :s to Improve hi. iSOif lUa. v' Soon, howctrr. thf iwi r- feta tlfonllnn r V .... once, twice, mnc A1 vinced thst Chrit!r,jty faith, and that Chrut ave him rrom h ,t,. , the missionary bo rf'jvi jv, and after a Ion conirraati.-j, u. fled him that hU kno-aliif Ut. and experience drCnJ! i he Joined the church. os 5 after the Lord." through tt rt u of the Scriptures. locdoa t trj May our faith rt Into and feet. Into our tonj;ut tj ;rv prs, so that the world mj wiirm Is our solicitude for Tfcy name. Maltbie D. lUbctxk To Mother And ihhrrt. You can use Buck!r,'i xn,-, Salve to cure children o? t-cuzx. rashes, tetter, chaflnRt, ttaij ut crusted humors, as u iir.t t cldental Injuries. cuts. fc-.ru bruises, etc., with prfct u!y othing else heals so quick!?. F:? bolls, ulcers, old, running or fr sores or plies It has no eisil. $ cents at all druggists. "We are rich only through what we give, and poor only through what we refuse." j clothes." Yes; it is because her father can not afford them, and is too honest to buy things he cannot afford. You certainly know Just what is your duty, my dear. Stella is probably crying her eyes out this minute, grieving over the cruel snub you gave her." You mean that I ought to go and see ner ana apologize, don t you, mamma?" "Yes. Wait a moment." Mrs. Field stepped out into her lit tle flower garden and when she came n she brought a bouquet of sweet, old-fashioned flowers. "Take these to Stella's mother from me, dear. They will help break the ice for you, or --smooth the situa- lon." So without removing her hat Nel lie turned around and retraced her steps. "It is a rather delicate mission, but think I can trust the child, and she must learn that yielding to wrong influence always brings a punishment of some sort." So the mother, who had been care ful to train her daughter's heart aright, waited calmly to know the re sult of her first trial of her strength. "The other girls ought to go back with me," thought Nellie. "I have half a mind to go and ask them, but I guess I won't. They might spoil everything, and there has been enough harm done already. It will be the last time they ever get me into such a scrap; and I'll se eif I can't make them see how much bet ter mother's way is, sometimes when I have a good chance." Thinking thus, Nellie soon found herself at the door of Stella's home "I want to see Stella, please," she said to the little boy who answered her knock. He opened a door at one side of the hall and Nellie went Into a plain little sitting-room and waited. "Here are some flowers my mother sent to your mother, Stella," said Nellie, as Stella came in the door. "And I came to ask your forgive ness," she added. In spite of her brave resolution Nellie could not help the tremor In her voice. "I did not mean It, Stella; I don't see whatever made me do it. I think you are the best and bravest little girl I know, and my mother thinks so, too." j That was all, and oh, how relieved Nellie felt. As for Stella, her eyes,j aireaay swollen from a good hard H crying spell, filled up and ran over again. Then the two little girls cried together, then laughed together; and after a little talk Stella put on the "same old poke of a hat" and went a little way with Nellie toward her home. When they separated each went, dancing on her way, feeling happy and with no cloud between them. She looked bright and wide-awake. There was plenty of time for play before school, and lessons seemed to go better. "I like getting up early," she told Mattie at recess. "I feel lots better, and I'm sure Esther was pleased from the way she smiled when she said, 'Good morning.' I never thought, you see, that it made any difference, to her." "Mamma says it is just not think ing that makes most of the troubles, anyhow," Mattie said, giving Kather- ine's hand a little squeeze. 'But I think it's perfectly dear of you to try so hard, now that you know." Weekly Welcome. TRAINING THE MEMORY, t Concentrate your attention. Associate the thing to be remem bered with something ever In your mind. , If you would remember per manently. It is necessary to keep your mind on the subject for some considerable time. Acquire the habit of accuracy. 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