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March 10, 1909.
GRASSHOPPE]
"Take care there, Mr. Grasshopj
don't see where you arc going.
that spider's web the next you kt
But he kept 011 jumping as carele
hopper could, and never minded a
would go, without any thought as
would come down. There was a
tall grass just before him.
"Take care," said I, "or you \\
Don't you see that spider's web?'
He winked at me saucily, and :
tend to your books 1" (for I was
geometry). "I guess I know hoi
spider's web!"
The words were hardly out of
he went again as heedlessly as ev
web and a bending of the grass 1
of his hind feet had caught, and
curve he had come around to hang
ward and his back to the web.
"There!" said I; "didn't I tell
But the grasshopper's pertness
"There's only one foot caught/'
EVELYN MORRIS.
By Edith Truthman.
Evelyn's mother was dead. In fact,
she died the night before Evelyn's
tenth birthday; so, of course, Evelyn's
papa was planning where to put his
precious little daughter. lie finally decided
on "A Presbyterian Boarding
School," in LaSalle, where they lived.
About two weeks later, Evelyn and
her father were standing in front of
the door of a large and beautiful
school, which was to be her future
home. The door was opened by one
of the teachers of the school, who held
the little girl's hand in her own warm
one while she talked to Mr. Morris.
Finally the parting time came. Mr.
Morris took his little daughter in his
arms and kissed her several times
very tenderly, for this was the first
time they had ever bidden each other
good-bye for any length of time. After
he left, the teacher took Evelyn down
stairs to the play-room, and there she
met several little girls of her own age.
Now, Evelyn was by no means a
model little girl, and in picking out
her best friend this is what she said
to herself, "Now, that little Marjorie
Moss is entirely too poor, I can not
take her for my friend, because her
dresses are not pretty, and I don't
suppose her mother and father are
?ice, eitner. Lillian Orlng is very
nice, but she seems to me a little
bold, and my dear mamma would not.
like me to grow like her."
At the thought of her mother she
hegan to cry softly.
Then the teacher, seeing this, hastily
I took her to the dormitory, where the
little rows of white Iron beds and
THE PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOUTF
R. fivc%frce yet. I'll sh
*r! I'm afraid you turncd half"way
foull get caught in hmd foot' bl,t ins,ea
1QW ? the one he pushed vv:
, off than ever.
ssly as ever a grass- ltrr. ...
, T , it . There!" said I ag
word I said. Up he ? . ,
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to how or where he . .
. , . another convulsive s
spider s web m the fQur fr(.e fm yc, ?
But the only efFecl
ill get into trouble, limbs entangled in t
And now was the
said: "\ou just at- came from his hiding
getting a lesson in ward over the body
lv to keep out of a a thread that made r
gles of the grasshoj
his mouth when up moment, and every li
er. A shiver in the hopper was bound fa
:old the story. One thick over his head I
with an awkward This is a true stor\
with his head down- eyes. I am older n<
great 'many years a{
you?" dreti as reckless and
was not diminished, have seen parents an
said he; "there are to as little purpose ai
Our Wee Little Ones
TASKS FOR EACH.
Each little bud opens into the flower.
Each little minute aids to make up the
hour,
Each little raindrop on a mission is sent,
Each little breeze is for some good intent,
Each song of bird makes the morning
more bright,
Each little sunbeam helps to make the
tumrlrl'c lirrlif
So thus learn the lesson this teaches to
you,
There's a work?though you're little?
that each one can do!
?Harold Farrington.
"CAN'T GOD COUNT?"
Two children were carrying a basket
of cakes to their grandmother. As often
happens with children?and with grown
people too?they were curious to know
what was in the basket, and so they carefully
raised the lid and looked in. When
their greedy eyes saw the tempting
cakes, their mouths fairly watered to take
them. After counting them over several
times, they almost made up their minds
4.^ a r a i \T-t - 1 ? ?
iu cai jusi one 01 mem. i\ODoay wonia
know it, and it would taste so good.
While they were gazing at the cakes,
and were just ready to take one, the little
girl looked up into her brother's face
and thoughtfully asked the matter-offact
question, "Can't God count?"
This settled the matter immediately,
and all the cakes were carried to their
grandmother.
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ow you. Just sec here!" and he
r and gave a push with his free
d of pushing his other foot free,
ith was caught, and he was worse
ain.
1 me, and said, in the midst of
truggle, "Wait a minute; I have
/
t of his efforts was to get all his
he deceptive snare.
spider's opportunity. Out he
f-place and ran backward and forof
his victim, spinning each time
nore fruitless the desperate strugjper.
It was but the work of a
imb of the headstrong, silly grassst,
and a web had been spread so
that I could not see it at all.
r, children. I saw it with my own
3w than I was then; that was a
jo. Since then I have seen chilfoolish
as this grasshopper, and
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s I did then.?Well-Spring.
dressers were. She passed two happy
hours unpacking her trunk and placing
the many little knick knacks her
dear nurse had thoughtfully packed up
for her. Finally the supper bell rang,
and May Belle Sanders, a very rich
little girl, whose sweetness had not
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the dormitory and took Evelyn down
to supper. Evelyn was very bashful
and did not eat much. After supper,
May Belle took her to the children's
library and gave her one of the Elsie's
books to read. Then they went to
evening prayer, and then to bed.
Evelyn knelt by the side of her bed
and poured out her lonesome story
to Jesus. For, as little as she was,
she understood that He was the only
one to comfort her.
Her head was full of plans of nice
letters to her father and nurse, and
sue decided that May Belle would do
for her friend, and she fell fast
asleep,
kittle Rock, Ark.
SIX LITTLE FOX TERRIERS.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little
girl five years old. I go to the Presbyterian
Sunday school and church.
My teacher is Mrs. Gardner. We have
six little fox terriers, just two weeks
old. I have been sick, but am going
to start to the kindergarten as soon
as I get well enough. I will- have to
close. Hope my letter will not reach
the waste basket, as I want to sur
prise my mother and father.
Your little unknown friend,
Clifford Pratt.
Decatur, Qa.
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