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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 ? . , 1 I ? 11 f llA intArrtirvfn. ..V ...iviiuun.1 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. * 4 [. i5 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 (\ tPnrllPrc urocfo - A ? O HUJIV UIVII IIUV1V.C, clUU 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 ViAArt onnllo/l K?? KAM waaHU ~ * ? * - uvwu opuncu uj iici ncaiiii, uuiic IIIlU 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. ?