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I 2 For the WH By Ozc It is strange to me, an Just why the people That an cwi in a tree When ho 1110m s anil And never a word froi But just his 'Who? While he sits and wii Wit'll nothing that's r I'm sure if I were onl To u.?k you a quest 1 o.vuld nuzzle you luor Than this old owl v For Id say. "Why?' To lind out "How?"' I'd beat the owl, with And nuzzle the wise But now, instead of nr And saying, "The el Mother looks down, w And saj s, with a si "My dear, you know ; And then learn how You can I kuow all till Don't ask those thh Now I don't see why i Is wise when he as When a uoy like me, \ Is a stupid child. SNOW I By Julia "It's so hot," sighed L wisp of a handkerchief 1 way before, by its looks. "So hot!" echoed the Lucy was Louise's echo, she looked now as if sh Her face was hot and we of a handkerchief, so she too clean, as it happened. "It ought to be hot not antly at the smeared li know." "Why should it be bot in a breath. "It is good for the groi for warm weather Our send it." "Does he always send Louise could not remem sure of this herself. "Yes," mother began, one time when he did not liked it that time?" "Please tell us about," Mother could not stop THE PRESBYTERH i Children Y IS IT? ira S. Davis. (1 I never could see should say is as wise as cau be sleeps all day, n him is heard Who? Who.'" iks and shivers and blinks, lice to do. ly to try ion or two, e with my three or tour rith his "Who?" And I would try and "When?" his wise old scowl, st men. diling her head, lild is wise," ith a bit of a frown, veet surprise, >'ou will older grow, , why, when. L ^ uu I u E>LI U1J? itliU la II, lgs again." an owl in a tree sks, "Who?" vith his questions three. Do you? ?Youth's Companion. N SUMMER. H. Johnston. ouisc, wiping her face with a that, had been used the same other half of the twin-pair, no matter what she said, but e couldn't say anything else, t, too; but she had not a shred rubbed her hands over it, none v," said mother, looking pleasttle faces. "It is June, you now?" asked the twins almost A/11*1 or tViinore Tnri#? ic ?Vio timo e> - h"1 j " Father God knows when to it now?this time of year?" ber enough summers to make "most always; but I know of I wonder if you would have begged Lucy. sewing, but she began with the OF THE SOUTH. delicious "Once upon a time forget how hot it was. "Once upon a time there c; away in New York State, little girl named Wealth; church." The twins laughe funny name, and felt sure thz very long ago. "It was a sloping roof. In front was back was a lean-to ( )n omp was the bedroom where We thing's, while mother got tin boxlike thing of tin, with ho (The twins opened their eye June?") The little girl did i dress instead, and a cape, started out with her. It was outside gate, where the hors< time the two reached it thci having a footstove to dry the holding Dobbin, the horse, got into the sleigh!" The tv speak, but their faces said a j went on, "the ground was c< June Sabbath, and it was dee in a sleigh. The father was sermon safely tucked away Wealthy never forgot that ! was very strange, but it was i the buds and blossoms, that, now unfolding? It was prett iuuiiu, you may ciepena. tSttt it was not right to grumble summer for good reason, but keeps it back now, and does and 011 our garden?" "I s'p Lucy echoed it. "But how this?" asked Louise sudden! Mother smiled. "No. indee< have heard my grandmother summer. Her name was W show you something that she Mother went upstairs, and hand was what looked like a with dark blue paper. Insid< ered with a clear, firm han some unfading kind, for it m old. It was a sermon, and ii ner the minister had written preaching. Mother showed t as she read aloud: "Paris, > two miles to church in a sle "How soon that snow in mother, as if talking to her these years, are the words tl his people that day. Wasn't has lasted so long was what people?" "Yes, mother," whi ing the yellowed paper with i they had forgotten all about t Herald and Presbyter. May 19, 1909. " which made both twins line a Sunday in June, far In a country parsonage a y was getting ready for d silently over that very it "once upon a time" was long, low house, with a the fore-room, and in t1i#? side of the little en try way althy was getting 011 her ? footstove ready?a little les in it, filled with coalss, and seemed to- say, "In lot wear white but a stuff When mother called, she a pretty long walk to the t was waiting, and by the r feet were the better for m. 'Jump in,' father said, And mother and Wealthy /ins were too surprised to ijood deal. "Yes," mother Dvered with snow on that p enough to go to church the preacher, and had his i 111 a VPfV 1Q rorp ... - J pv^rwv.1. sleighride in summer. It sad, too. What became of though a late spring, were y hard for the farmers all : no one could help it, and God sent the snow in are you not glad that he not let it fall on our roses ose so." said Louise, and did you know 'bout all ly. "You weren't there." i," she answered; "but I tell about that snow in ealthy. Wait and I will gave me long afterward." soon came back. In her thin square book, covered ? were written pages, covdwriting, in black ink of light have been but a day i the upper left hand corthe place and time of its he lines to the little girls I. Y., June 2, 1820. Rode igh." summer melted," said seir. "Yet here, $fter all ie good minister spoke to it a good thing that what would help and not hurt spered the children, touch everent little fingers. And he heat of the June day.?