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? Four TburUr. March 20, The - lome Come r TWgHlIffl ItYl S Stft In' downed b; i tn th!n II Y JKS' reason for what you aay," I vest oa. i "Yon a ro th Hf rwectKla Mmninf sood-natured and' I heard he a!d 'fplggly! the interrupted hotly. "Oh. "well, that would be your chance! If he really did aay thai, you could go and prove It wasn't ao." "I I why, I'Te tried to be laugh- jing and cheerful," abe said heaitat- don't aay much about it. had lota of hard times, and I ray mind that I wouldn't be by things. I'd just buck up to things and laugh my way out of I.AUGIIIV. lght o' gofj a 1 i 1 1 If curious whut a thin? will do; How ye kin atop th Herrnl torrn when It bgrln to brew. An' take the atlng from what commenced ter rankl when 'twaa pok-. By keepln' tllt and treatln' It aa if It wuz a joke; Te'Il find that ye kin fill a place with amllrs Inatead o' team. An' keep the aunahlne jcle&rnln' through the shadow of th-a yearn Jiy Jen' hiuchln'. Folka sometime fall ter note the pownloH itlea that He In the way yer mouth la curvln an the twinkle In yer eye; It ain't ao much whut'a aald that hurl ez whut ye think Ilea hid. It ain't ao much the doln' ez the way a thins ia did; An' many a horne'a kep' happy an content ed day by day. An' like ez not a kingdom hez been rescued from decay By Jes laughln'. Selected. BETTY. "And I'm going to ask the com mittee to give me some other girl," he concluded as he reached my steps. "Just why?" I asked. "Oh oh, she isn't in our set lives away over on the East Side somewhere! She's so slangy and so giggly. The boys never would leave me alone if I took her" "What did you say her name was?" "I haven't said yet; it's Betty Meech." Then I was really surprised. "Bet ty! Why, she is one of the brightest and prettiest girls in the school!" "Oh, I guess she's pretty, and I guess she's bright!" with an air of great virtue. "But you ought to hear her!" "Do you know anything about her?" I demanded. "Only what I've told you." "You shall know more before I let you go. She is the bravest little girl in the world. Her father is a good man, but he is poor, and one of the unlucky sort. Her mother died when Betty was eleven; years old, leaving two other little girls for Betty to take care of." "Why, she couldn't at eleven!" stammered the boy. "Well, she did. She herself, Betty Meech, with very little help, has kept that home together since then. She has washed and ironed and cooked and mended, and you never saw a neater-looking girl in your life, did you?" "No." he laughed. "She always wears white shirt waists, and they're dazzling." "Yes. she does them up herself. And she keeps up In her studies fair ly well.l She has no help like you and your set and she is the bravest, most cheerful child I ever saw. Words won't express my admiration for her courage. You haven't told anybody, have you, that you wouldn't take her? You'll be a good boy and a gentleman, won't you?" "I'm sorry," he said, half amused and half chagrined. "I didn't mean to punch that button." The incident remained in my mind; and when an unsmiling, hard eyed little Betty Meech came into my room the next afternoon, I was some what prepared. "I never have meant to bother you before, but I'm ju3t full now off the hooks," she blurted out. "Sit down and tell me all about it," I suggested, as I tried to make her comfortable in an easy chair. But she sat bolt upright and jerked out her trouble: "Some one told me she heard the boy who was detailed to ask me to go to the reception threw me over. I don't know why whether it's my mug or my glad rags, or my palatial residence or what?" I could not help smiling. "You don't know positively that this is so, Hn vrm Rottv' "Oh, I don't know, but" "Suppose that whoever it is really came and asked you, you would go, wouldn't you?" "Not for mine!" And her eyes flashed. "So if he really wanted you to go, he would feel as badly treated as you are feeling now." "Sure. I didn't think of that." A glimmer of a smile made her look more like the Betty I knew. "I don't believe there could be any hard places." j "Indeed you have, Betty! Nobody knows it better than I do. You could just prove to him that night that good-humored courage and light- hearted laughter are not giggling." "Maybe I do sound giggly," the t-aid suddenly. "Maybe. But once your attention is turned to the matter you could manage that. And of course there couldn't be anything else. You are the prettiest girl" "I heard slangly!" she blurted out. "How could that be?" I said sol emnly. Betty looked at me open-eyed, flushed, and laughed. "Oh, gee!" she said. "I'm sure to come up with that." "Now your attention Is turned to that, of course you could easily dis prove that statement. Why, Betty, it would be fine fun! Be sure you accept. I know you will be Invited." Not long after a certain boy again walked with me to my steps. "We had a fine time," he said. "She was the prettiest girl there, I think, and just the best company ever! Didn't giggle a bit. I felt awfully ashamed of myself. And for slang, not a girl there talked any better than she did.' "Bless her heart!" was my out spoken comment. Jessie Wright Whitconib, in Wellspring. TOM'S IDEA. "I plowed up the Pike meadow this morning, and I want you to pick out the stones this afternoon, Tom," said Farmer Green to his son at the dinner table one day. Tom said nothing; but he looked his dismay, and forgot to eat the piece of turnip which he held bal anced on the end of his thiree-tined fork. "Throw them over to the west side of the lot; then they will be out of the way," continued his father, as he put on his hat to go back to his work. "Yes, sir," said Tom. The door shut, and Tom groaned. "I was going over to Sam's to make that boat thia afternoon." fe explain ed to hit fynpnhetic mother. "I thought that meadow wua't cola to b plowed till oet week." -If you so right about It. perbapi you can get through la time to o to Sam'." adrtr-ed hit mother. " Twill take the whole afternoon to do it all alone, and I shan't Ret through before dark," aald Tom. dis mally. Mm. Green said nothing more, and began to wash the dUhe. Tom wandered out to the ben-yard with hia handa in his pocket. He stood watching aa old biddy call her chicks about her, when suddenly a bright Idea struck htm. "I've got It!" he cried, giving uch a war-whoop that the hea and her chickens scat tered In eleven directions. He tamed on his heel, and rushed Into the house very differently from the way he had gone out a few minutes be fo. "I'm going over to Sam'a." he aid to bJa mother. She loked at him, and saw a rog ith twinkle in his brown eyea. "Well." she said. "Only. Tom. don't fall to have your work done by night." "No. ma'am," trying to look sober, though he smiled in spite of himself. An hour later he came into the dining-room where she was sewing, and tilted himself on her rocker, while he coaxed: "Say, mother, can't I have a few of the fellows to supper? And won't you make some hot biscuits? Father's going to the village, and won t get home till 7 o'clock. So he won't care." I guess so," she answered. "I was going to make bipcuits anyway, and I can make a few extra just as well." She did not ask him why he wanted the boys to supper; but she knew he was working out some bright idea of his own, and, mother-like, was ready to help, while she watched him curiously. Soon after she heard him sawing in the woodshed. Then he came to ask for some red paint. The boys came at 4 o'clock, accord ing to Tom's invitation. There were four of them besides Tom. Mrs. Green looked out of the kitch en window, and saw Tom taking them toward Pike meadow. Over on the west side of the meadow she could see some bright object standing on the stone wall, but she could not tell what it was. She saw the boys stoop, and fill their pockets with stones. Then they formed in line, and took turns throwing the stones at the ob ject on the other side. They kept their shot flying, little by little, mov ing nearer their target. Meanwhile the farmer's wife baked her delicious biscuits, and laughed at herself. At 6 o'clock the five young sling- era came troopitc in to t?pr. hot aad haarry. That wa a a target. Tom." said one of bit caeta. "Where di4 you ret It?" "Made it. a!d Tom. protstly. "Had tome palat left or from the boat, you know' While ihey were ratlac. Mr. Grrs came home unexpectedly. He pokes kindly to thtm all. Then, taratasj to Tom. he said. "Did you pick the' atonr out of the meadow thl after- j noon, as I told jou. and throw them on the wet tide. Thomai?" "i, ir. we did." aaid Tom. de murely, while the other bojr. MICg through the joke for the firt time. fairly shouted Harper'a Young Peo ple. Life Savor la a letiw froca Bnndw Und, W. 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