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February 17, 1909. THE PRESBYTEI
A LESSON FOR LOUIE.
By A. S. C. '
Uncle Jack came in one. cold morning looking for all
the world like a bear, Louie thought, in his big shaggy
overcoat. lie caught Louie up and gave her a real bear
hug, too.
"Hello, Mopsey! where's Popsey?" he asked.
Popsey was Louie's habv sister, two years old, and
her name wasn't Popsey any more than Louie's name
was Mopsey. But Uncle Jack was all the time calling
folks funny names, Louie thought.
"Her gone to sleep," she said.'
Then Uncle Jack put his hand in his pocket and made
a great rustling with-paper for a minute, heforo Hp null
ed out two sticks of red-and-white candy and gave them
to Louie.
"Too bad Popsey's asleep," said he.
But I'm afraid Louie was rather glad of it. She took
her little rocking chair and sat down by the window to
eat her candy.
"Aren't you going to save one stick for Gracie?" asked
mamma. Popsey's real name was Gracie.
"I guess I won't," said Louie, speakiner low. "I don't
believe candy's good for little mites o' bits of girls.
JSides I want it myself."
Just as she swallowed the last bit there came a little
call from her bedroom: "Mamma!"
"Hello," said Uncle Jack, "Popsey's awake!"
And in a minute out she came in mamma's arms, rosy
and smiling and dimpled.
Then there was another great rustling in Uncle Jack's
pocket and pretty soon?
"Here's for Popsey!" said Uncle jack.
She took two sticks of candy in her dimpled hands
and looked at them a second?dear little Popsey! and
then she held out the one that was a little longer than
the other to Louie.
"Dis for ou," she cooed, "and dis for me."
I Poor Louie 1 the tears rushed into her eyes. She hung
her head and blushed. Some how she didn't want to
look at Uncle Jack or mamma. Can you guess why?
"Dis for 'ou!" repeated Popsey, cheerfully, pushing
the candy into her hand.
"Take it, Louie," said mamma.
And Louie took it. But a little afterward mamma
overheard her tell Popsey:
I "I won't never be such a pig any more, Popsey Baker.
And I's always going to 'vide with you, all the time
after this, long's I live."
And mamma said "Amen."?The Youth's Companion.
THE "CANOPHONE."
"How'd you ladies like to have a telephone put in?"
inquired Jack Faris, in his most professional tones, of
Lucy and Nellie.
Lucy was calling upon Nellie in her new playhouse.
Lucy lived next door, and she, too, had a charming
playhouse.
"Why, we'd like it ever so much," said the ladies,
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politely, when they'd gotten over their surprise at the
question.
"Well, I'm in the telephone business, so I thought I'd
see what you thought of it," said the man of business,
loftily.
"But how can you?" began Nellie, and then she
stopped. "Of course we'll both have one put in," she
finished.
"Yes, indeed," agreed Lucy, graciously.
"All right," said Jack, and at once went to work.
From his pockets he drew a large baking powder can,
the ends of which had been removed and paper ones
pasted on instead. He quickly ran the end of a ball
of twine through holes in the paper ends and tied a knot
in one end. Then he fastened the "telephone" or 4'canophone"
on the wall, carried the cord through the window,
and ran with the ball across to Lucy's house.
There he repeated the program just described. Soon
he shouted across the alley: "Go to your 'phone! I'll
talk to you."
"Hello!" called Nellie through the can.
"All right!" she heard very plainly in answer when
she put her ear to the can.
"Why, you can talk over it like a really, truly
'phone!" exclaimed she.
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, h"?\y umivc-uciicve games. Unly
girls do that. Good-bye!" came the rather scornful reply.
The ladies were busily talking over the whole affair
when Jack came in with more improvements.
"Here's your receiver," he said, holding up a small
can, ends paper covered and with a String tied through.
This he tied to the main line, drove two nails to hold it,
and the "receiver" was all complete.
"Now, if you had a bell," said Jack, thoughtfully. ?
"I have," said Nellie, promptly bringing out a small
silver tea bell.
Jack tied it on to the telephone line so that a slight
jerk would cause it to jingle merrily.
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i^ucy declared she must go home and hunt up her
bell, and Jack following, fixed hers in the same manner.
The two playmates had many merry chats over the
"canophone," thanks to Master Jack's inventive skill.?
The Child's Gem. 1
SIR FREDERICK TREVES TO BOYS.
Boys, don't bother about genius and don't worry
about being clever. Trust rather to hard work, perseverance,
and determination. The best motto for a long
march is: "Don't grumble; plug on." You hold your
future in your own hands. Never waver in this belief.
Don't swagger. The boy who swaggers, like the man
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wno swaggers, has little else that he can do. He is a
cheap-jack, crying his own paltry wares. It is the
empty tin that rattles most. Be honest, be loyal, be
kind. Remember that the hardest thing to acquire is
the faculty of being unselfish. As a quality it is one of
the finest attributes of manliness. Love the sea, the
ringing beach, and the open down. Keep body and
mind clean.