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May ig, 1909. THE HOOF-MA A Gen It you visit the Castle many, you are certain tc that of a horse's hoof, < and the following story for its presence: Some four hundred y war between the Count of Nuremburg, and aft Count had at last the tni of his enemies, and was the gloomy dungeons of This was bad enough, on the meeting of the was sentenced to be beht be carried out on the toll First of all, however, burg custom, the conden ix last request granted?v "Let me," said the C faithful charger and ride the castle." No sooner said than steed, that had so often was saddled and horse ar open sky. l J LEARN TO RIDE Dear Presbyterian: I am a five years old. 1 have a li spaniel dog and a calf. I ct learn to ride my ca'f when I 1 do not go to aohcol, tut I go to Sunday school. My Miss Susie Speer. Yonr little friend, William Edward Cllr Abbeville, S. C. WON A PRIZE. Dear Presbyterian: As I t wvitten to you before will i T am a little boy eight yeai teacher is Miss Virginia Moi Nashville, Tenn. I won a spelling. I am in the sect but will be in the third ne> go to Sunday school and ? Speer is my teacher. Your unknown frien> John Thompson C Abbeville, S. C. THE FIRST LETTE Dear Presbyterian: I an girl. I tl.ought I would wr let you know I am living, of the other little boys and ters In the paper, so thougl write one. I have a littb named vvniiam. My Sund teacher is Mrs. F. J. Ball i her flue. Please print my Your little friend, Alice Kerne Br Athens, Ga. i THE PRESBYTERIA RK ON THE WALL, nan Legend. of Nurembnrg, in South Gcr> he shown a mark, said to be an the top of the outer wall. will be told to you, to account ears ago, there was constant of Gailingen and the Citizens er numerous ??nrr?imt*?rc isfortune to fall into the hands at once imprisoned in one of Nuremburg Castle, but worse was to follow, for, magistrates, the young Count jaded, and the sentence was to owing nay. according to an old Nuremined man was allowed to have whatever that request might be. 'ount, "once more mount my ; him around the courtyard of done! The beautiful black carried his master to victory, id master met once more under & Our Wee I ? A CHILE i little lKjy those children wer Itle water . ? _ n going to ^ v ' am o'der They must have b want too. Pleasant and happy teacher la Oh, they were svv I wish I could kee ikscales. day, And not a bit nauf So if Christ were he say, iave never The angels were j write now. rs eld. My >ney, from BEAUTIFUI i prize in jn one Qf George >nd grade, little Gerard is a b 't. ye!^" 1 One day. as he sat in kl iss SusiG | | - . i . t ing himself with th j sunset, he exclaimed ll'nkscales. 1 would like to help "My darling," sai( clasped him to her 1 rp. irg God paint the si i a little sk-y of m-v life ver?' Ite you to Then was little < I see all heart. girls' let- Little children ma 11 v, w?u,d of rosv sunset into ay school 'iangs their homes. I and i like fver.V gentle word, letter. a stroke of the bn lul colors to the hom< '99s- life everj' day sweet Gcd paiot the sky. N OF THE SOUTH. The Count patted the horse' into the saddle; the horse beg his heels as he had been taugli a dust that the attendants w< selves in the guard room. "Let the Count enjoy hims< said the jailers. "Our walls and we can take things easily So they troubled themselv horse or rider, and the Coun was his chance. The walls were very high, wide ditch, so that his jailer escape impossible. Vet "imj word to some men, and the C #He bent down carelessly o^ whispered some words in his beast really understood or 1101 next minute there was a rapi< yard. The Count dug his sp of his steed and the latter, bounded up, and reached the wall. An instant's nausr nnr ditch, and in a few seconds n were out of reach of all pursu< This story must be true, sa for there is the hoof-mark?tl on the wall to this day.?Ex. kittle Ones >'S WISH. tw e just like the angels Dear l boy, ten een gentle and pure, s,ster to and full of love? very mueet, I am sure! or 1 seribeil [ have s p being good every cvervthlI, like It v< rhtv be > ? -J ? J re with us he could Taliadc ust like me! . HELPING. Hpo i* p MacDonald's books, ten yean eautiful invalid boy. slster ^ the window delight- Brother i le sight of a lovely Qur chui , "Oh, mamma, how hunt this God paint the sky!" dog: and i his rrtother, as she has abou leart, "you are help- is sltuati ;y, for you make the taflns, an. very bright." ? wuirj II Gerard glad in his pure an<] roads, so y put many a touch trains, the sky that over- h?re and ivery pleasant smile, * * * every cheerful deed. past0r is ish that adds beauti- letter in e-skies. and so makes Yo? :er. This is helping Norton 13 s arched neck, and leaped an to prance and kick up it to do. This made such ;re glad to shelter themilf; it is his last chance," are too high for escape, 9f es but little over either t felt that now or never and beyond them was a s were right in thinking x>ssiblc" is an unkonwn ount was one of these. ,rer his horse's mane, and ear. Whether the good t can not be said, but the J gallop across the courturs deeply into the sides with a supreme effort, wide brim of the castle I he had leaped the wide lore both horse ami rirlpr ers. y the Nuremburg people, le print of the horse-shoe t rO WHITE RABBITS. ^resbyterian: I am a littl? years old. I have a little ur years eld, and love her ch. 1 have two white rabl?eis. My ]>apa has just sutfor the "Presbyterian" land een only one copy. I read g on the Children's Page and ery much. 'our little friend.. Malcolm D. Williamson, ga, Ala. MOUNTAIN FRIEND. resbyterlan: I am a little girl s old. I have a brother and Ve all go to Sunday school, ind I go to school every day. ch is going to have pn egg 3 week. My brother has a 1 a cat for pets. Our town t three thousand people and id between 'two large mound is about twenty-bhree hunt above the sea. The water om the mountains and 's re 1 clear. We have five vailyou see we have plenty of rhere are several coal mines the coke ovens are protty Mother takes the "Presbyind likes it very much. Our Mr. Lacy. Hope to see this print. ir little mountain friend, Gladys Smith. . Va.