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Page Twelve THE CAROLINA UNION FARMER [Thursday, June 27, 1912. Country Home Department. Conducted by Mrs. E. D. Nall. Sanford, N. C., to Whom all Mat ter for this Department Should be Sent. speare was not bred in a home of lux ury or opulence. The matchless A DIVIXE PLAN IN YOUR LIFE. THE BOY’S NUMBER. My boy copied this one day, hand ed it to me and said, “Here is some thing for your paper.” It caused me to think that it would be nice to have a “Boy’s number” and that’s what I’m intending this to be. For fear they might consider it sis- sified I shall be silent, but have some excellent selections for them. I’ll have a “Girl’s number” later. A Little Bit of a Boy. There was never a smile in a weary while, And never a gleam of joy. Till his eyes of light made the whole world bright— A little bit of a boy. He came one day when the world was May, And thrilling with life and joy; And with all the roses he seemed to play—• A little bit of a boy. But he played his part with a human heart. And time can never destroy The memory sweet of the pattering feet Of that little bit of a boy. We had wondered how he could play all day. With never a dream of rest; But once he crept in the dark and slept Still on his mother’s breast. There was never a smile in a weary while. And never a gleam of joy; But the world seems dim since we dreamed of him— A little bit of a boy. —-Selected. THE DEPENDABLE BOY. Tom stood, hands in pockets and head down as if studying his stout shoes, one heel of which was digging into the soft dirt. Nearby stood his teacher, Mr. Denton, a strong-faced, earnest-eyed young man, with thrown-back shoulders and a pur poseful air. “I trusted you,” said the deep voice, not sternly but sadly “Yes, sir,” said Tom, in a low voice. Then he swallowed and look ed away. He so liked and admired this teacher-friend of his, and it was all he could do to keep his rather grimy fist from his eyes. “Only girls cry!” he told himself, scornfully. But if this meant that he wasn’t to be trusted again, nor to be this man's comrade! A big, hot drop slid down his freckled nose in spite of himself, but perhaps no one noticed it. “I de pended upon you!” No, Mr. Denton had not spoken again. It was the voice of an accusing conscience. “I didn’t mean to break my word,” he began, falteringly. “I meant to come right back in time for all my classes. It was good of you to let me take little sister home. When I started back my puppy followed me. I kept taking him home, but he—he wouldn’t stay, and wanted to play awful bad. Finally I let him come I’m sorry I broke my promise, and if you’ll only trust me again I’ll try to do right—try my level best, sir.” “Trust you again? Why, of course I will!” and a friendly hand was laid on the little bowed shoulder. “Brace up? Take those hands out of their hiding places. They’re go ing to do manly, worthy things from now on. That’s something like it!” Tom’s blue eyes blinked a few times and then shone with their old, merry twinkle. Then the two walked out of the school yard together. “Let me tell you a little story, just a short one but it has a good point. A civil en gineer late one afternoon saw a lit tie boy playing in the street. ‘Here sonny!’ he calied out, ‘just take this little red flag in your hand and hold it until I come back and tell you to drop it.’ So he left the boy standing in the street, holding up the little flag, and went about his work. But when the work was finished, he for got to go back, and passed that way no more until 10 o’clock that night. Then, to his surprise and horror, he saw the little boy standing at his post, holding aloft the little flag and shak ing with cold. “Why didn’t you run home when the time came?” he cried, remorsefully. “ ‘But you told me to wait till you came back,’ answered the boy. The man took the boy home and did all he could to show how sorry he was. But this boy proved that he could be relied upon, and we are not surprised to hear that, years later, he held a very responsible position in a great bank. He was not brilliant, the story goes, only reliable, dependable. The dependable boy makes the depend able man.” “And that’s what I’ll be from now on—a dependable boy!” said Tom, and he spoke fi )iii his l)rave young heart.—K. R. S. .u kjpiist Boys and Girls. AMBITIOi S BOV.S. Decision of character is the secret of success in life. The boy is free to make Choices every day, which will ultimately lead to success or fail ure. Poverty is no handicap to a chap who has red blood and an iron will. Demosthenes was one of the great est orators,and yet he lived in a hum ble cottage in his boyhood, and his father was a blacksmith. Euripides was one of the most famous authors of Greece, but his boyhood was spent in a siniple home with many depriva tions, for his father was a dealer in vegetables. This lad had the ener- I at any time in all of the days of his gy to “make good” in literature, by boyhood that it is not his duty to be sheer decision to toil, and he “won respectful and deferential to his out.” Socrates, as a boy, lived in a father and mother. The noblest men plain little cottage, and many boys in the world have felt this to be their in rich families looked down upon duty. „ , „ * . T, , , , I Many of the great men of the Bard of Avon, m boyhood was look- inspiration In life ed down upon by many lads In weal- L pelleving in the divine leadership thy families for his father was an or- every-day affairs. Tyndall, the dinary butcher We do not look up- ii,„etrlous scientist, had profound ad- on a butcher-shop as the p ace to ration for Alfred Tennyson, the ta- produce the foremos author in Eng- I lish literature. But this butcher s I unexpectedly, son did not choose idieness as his career. He became a prodigious reader of the best books. He dig ged deep into history, and general literature, until his mind was a store house of the best thoughts of the world. He had remarkable genius, and yet he had tremendous indus try. He made a definite choice to lead a strenuous life of toil, and his re ward was immortality of fame. Even the hut of a coal miner, with its pov erty, could not extinguish the ambi tion in the soul of the boy, Martin Luther. With all the difficulties in that narrow life, the brave German chap made an inflexible choice to se cure an education. There were hard problems to solve in that young life Often he sang in the streets of the college town, where he went to col lege, in order to get pennies with which to buy bread. But such pov erty cannot break the spirit of an am bitious boy who believes in the core of his Heavenly Father, and who has faith in hard work, and in his own destiny. No wonder that such a fearless lad became the head and front of the German reformation. Benjamin Franklin was the son of a soap boiler. As a boy he could see the sons of rich parents look down upon him and his father’s humble trade. But this boy of heroic mold was not daunted by ridicule. He read the best books, and he toiled with his hands at any humble task, and made the most of every hour of his time untii he was recognized as one of the greatest patriots and philosophers of America.—Orphans’ Friend. SO.ME BOYS’ MISTAKES. It is a mistake for a boy to think that a dashing, swaggering manner will commend him to others. The fact is that the quiet, modest boy is much more in demand than the boy of the swaggering type. Modesty is as admirable a trait in a man as in a woman, and the wise boy will find it to his distinct advantage to be quiet and modest in manner. It is a mistake for a boy to put too high an estimate on his own wisdom. He will find it to be his advantage to rely on the far greater wisdom of those much older than himself. And he will find it still more to his advantage to rely on God’s Word for direction in all the affairs of life, for a part of that wisdom that passeth understanding. It is a mistake for a boy to feel him, because his father was a me diocre carver of statues. But the young fellow was not afraid of hard work, and he had the mighty pur pose to live a pure life and to make the most of himself. His choice to live a noble and laborious life made him one of the greatest philosophers the world has ever known. Virgil It is a mistake for a boy to feel that there is any better way of ac quiring a dollar than by honestly earning it. The real the great opportunity came. Mr. Tyndall said to a friend, just before the meeting, “How things gravitate in this world. Here is a great privi lege and a great pleasure come to me without my seeking!” Every boy who has vision can see the divine leadership in his daily life. I have read Rudyard Kipling, at one time, was supposed to be dying in one of the hotels in New York City, and he was heard to whisper something very softly with a feeble voice. The nurse at once went to the bedside and said: “Do you want anything?” “Yes, I do,” he said. “I want my Heavenly Father; he alone can care for me now.” The cele brated author had realized the di vine care in youth and in health, and, when in the crisis of illness he still depended upon the infinite care of the Divine Father. After the Diet of Worms, Martin Luther was an outlaw. No civilized State could shield him from his cruel enemies, who were plotting his death. But his party, on their way back to Germany, was surrounded by armed men, and was captured and carried off and concealed at the cas tle at Wertberg. This capture was a plot of his friends to save his valu able life for the world. But the great Reformer was not idle in his captivity. He worked with wonder ful zeal, and translated the entire Bible into the German language. This translation became very popular, and was one of the great factors of the German Reformation. We are compelled to see divine Providence, in the fact that in the nick of time the Elector of Saxony recalled Luther from his captivity to recognize the German church, and in the course of time Martin Luther be came the religious leader of two- thirds of the German nation, and one of the greatest reformers in the his tory of the world. This truth is illustrated in the man ufacture of expensive lace by hand. It is fascinating to watch the lace- makers in Brussels. This fine work is hard on the eyes of the lace work ers, and to save the sight, it is cus tomary for a worker to cover up all the design, with the exception of the little spot where she may be work ing fo ra few hours. In this way the worker toils for days or weeks, keep ing the design covered until the en tire work is finished. Then the cov er is removed, and for the first time all the entire design is revealed. So we see only a fragment of our life at one time. The design Is beautiful and divine, but the plan of our life is not revealed until our character is transfigured in immortality.—War ren G. Partridge. There are many little tasks that a royal road to I boy at home may take on himself fo^ fortune” is by the road that requires I the relief of his parents. A strong, honest toil and the giving of the I well-grown boy of twelve should be very best one has to give in return ashamed to let his mother lift a scut- for money received. j tie of coal, if he is in the room with It is a mistake for a boy to feel I her. As for kindling wood, the boys had a po'^ r start as a young chap, for I that religion is something intended | of the household ought to see that on, and a rabbit jumped up from ^ f The atnios- for women and girls, and that it is I plenty of it is at hand for mother’s brushpile and Jinks tore off after it! I ancient inn-keeper’s place unmanly for him to go to church use without obliging her to call their of business was not very favorable and Sunday-school. The world has j attention to an empty wood-box. Boy® to the production of a great poet, never known better or manlier men I can help along ,too, by shutting But Virgil had the decision of char- than those who have been faithful I doors behind them, bringing letters actei to conquer the temptation of attendants at both church and Sun- j from the mail and leaving orders a-l- his environment, and made the wise j day-school. Real piety is the founda- j the grocer’s. The task of the city boy Wo finally loQf tT-oot of I ^ scholar. By pro- tion of all character, and the scoffer and of the country boy are of a dlf' „ ^ , T J surmounted every ob-1 at religion is never respected by | ferent order, but an obliging and ac- same wher- h —— for my lessons. That’s all, sir, but | lustrious poets of history. Shake-' ' I followed, as I could not bear to lose Jinks. Did you ever own a puppy, Mr. Denton?” Mr, Denton nodded, but his eyes sparkled as if he had pleasant memories. senger. change.
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