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8 THE PRESBYTE]
For the Children
HIS VALENTINES.
By Madeline S. Bridges.
To Maud I'll send a valentine
All tinsel, bows and gilded lace;
She's such a young sweetheart of mine
That gifts like these will be in place;
tne il dance for joy, because, you see,
My sweetheart Maud is only three!
To my old sweetheart, grandma dear,
I'll send a parcel, trim and neat;
Contents I need not mention here?
Something to wear, or drink, or eat,
No matter! She'll consider it
The valentine for her most fit.
For qu'et May I'll buy and send
A pretty book to read betimes
(She my good comrade is, and friend);
To saucy Lil some saucy rhymes;
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j u muci iiuwt-rB, una uiL'ii?u 11, well.
To her whose name I will not tell."
Whrse tender eyes before me shfne.
Whose sweet face haunts me, angel
fair,
1 dare not write a valentine,
I breathe instead a trembling prayer,
(So dear she is, so far apart).
And send her. silently, my heart.
PERCY'S NEW START.
By Sarah N. M'Greery.
Percy's mother found him seated on the well platform
crying bitterly. "What's the matter?" she asked
in surprise.
"Three of mv calves are dead." he sobbed. "Thev
bloated on the clover; at least, papa said that was the
trouble. I have only two left," and Percy's head went
down on his knees again.
"I am very sorry, my son, but you must be braver
about it. A man must expect to have some difficulties
when he is in business. You remember your father had
a cow killed by lightning last month."
"Come on, Percy," Mr. Thurston called, "we will take
the hides to town. You can sell them for something
and put the money into more stock."
Percy dried his tears and no more was heard about
his misfortune that day. The next morning he came to
breakfast with an eager face. "Papa," said he, "I want
to sell you my two calves. I have decided to quit the
, cattle business and keep horses."
"Well, that's news. How much do you want for
your calves?"
"I will trade them for Beth, the year-old colt." Percy
felt lie was almost a man to talk business in this way.
"You are a good trader," his father said, laughingly.
"You will get the best of the bargain, but von have had
bad luck, so I'll do it."
"And I want to buy Uncle Sherman's black colt;
may I ? I have ten dollars in the bank, the hides sold
for five, and I could pay the rest later. You don't always
pay for a thing; when you buy it." Percy feared his
father would not consent.
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RIAN OF THE SOUTH. February 17, igog.
"How do you know your uncle wants to sell him?"
was the next inquiry.
"I don't know, but I'll ask. I'll give Uncle Sherman
money just as I earn it. You know I'm to feed and
slop the pigs, and you expect to pay me."
"All right," his father answered ; "if you and your
uncle can agree, and lie will trust you for part of the
money, I have no objection."
As soon as breakfast was over Percy set out for his
uncle's.
"Uncle Sherman, I have come to see you on business,"
was his greeting.
"I am at your service. Do you wish to step into my
private office?" his uncle asked, teasingly.
"Now, uncle Sherman, don't tease," lie pleaded, "for
I'm in earnest." Then he told his uncle what he wanted,
and at the end of an hour the bargain was made
and Percy led the colt home. "He's mine, and I brought
him right home," he called to his father.
"Thirty-five dollars. I trave Uncle Sherman fivp dnl
lars; I'm to take him a check for ten the next time I
go over, and I'll pay the rest as I get it," he explained.
"Thirty-five dollars," repeated Mr. Thurston. "You
will have to work hard to earn twenty more."
Percy did work hard and faithfully for his father that
fall, but at the end of the year $9 remained unpaid.
New Year's Day wa? to be spent at his grandmother's,
and in his deepest pocket was his Christmas dollar.
"I got a dollar for Christmas," he said to his uncle
before he even said "Happy New Year." "I'll pay it to
you and I'll only owe eight more. It takes a long time
to earn twenty, don't it?" and he sighed deeply. He
had hoped his uncle would refuse that dollar.
"This experience will teach you the value of money.
T ll t n 1/ lirvxnT T ~ * f * 1
^ ui?n nun ^akivuL x nave uccn iu wait ior tue money
until you earned it. It isn't every uncle who would do
that much.
"I think I'll not buy anything more until I have the
money to pay for it," replied Percy. "I never have a
bit to spend on myself this way."
"I'll tell you, Percy," said his Uncle Lawrence, who
had heard the conversation. "I'll finish paying that
debt for you. This is the beginning of a new year, and
I'll give you a new start. I don't like to see a man
begin the year in debt. Now you can commence over,"
and he handed his brother a $5 bill and three silver
dollar*;
"Uncle Lawrence, you are just good," was all Percy
could say for a minute. 4T11 never get in debt again,"
he added.
"Isn't it strange," he said to his piother, when he told
her of the incident later, "that one can have so much
fun with Uncle Sherman, but Uncle Lawrence is the
one who helps a fellow in trouble? I think I'll be an
Uncle Lawrence kind of man," he finished thought/.-II
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iuny.?neraid and Presbyter. *
There is nothing noble in being superior to some other
man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous
self.?.Hindu Sayings.