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For the
THE LITTLE ]
The little brown bulbs w
lit ;ln?.r little Itmwn nlo-h
And winter he raged an
Hut never a bulb turn*
llut when spring came ti
Her finger cn Hp, just
'i he little brown bulbs r
AM split up their nightie
POOR QUEE
Brucie's papa sat at the
telephone bell went "Ting
"Dear me," he cried, im
minute's peace?"
"Hello," he shouted. "V
MT t*c noni " iTin/1 i
Come home; somefin' awfi
"What?" asked papa.
"Oh, somethin' awful.
'
alone. I'm terrible fwigi
kick. It's in here again. C
Brucie's plea ended in t
crash, a wild howl, and
awful was happening in
telephone hung. He dash
body called "Mr. Wilson"
but Brucie's papa did not a
of the wheelroom, took tl
flew down the crowded str
would go round. He dodg
front of trolley cars. Driv<
a policeman tried to catcl
turn his head.
At last he caught sight <
yard where Brucie lived,
peaceful. He had expected
down by an earthquake, 1
Sound till he opened the f
while he turned the latch v
"What if I am too late t
He was not, for it was
through the hall to meet
sight. His clothes were t
were covered with scratche
with blood, and his yellow
his tear-stained eyes.
"r>i
JJ1 II1 , 1*1 UV.1L, V. I 1LU I
ter?"
"It's Keen Victorbia," <
"Come and see."
He dragged his papa ir
was thumping and yowling
Victoria, the big gray cat.
into an empty salmon car
She was rushing about a
against the door, or the sto
KL .
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THE PRESBYTERIA
Children
BROWN BULBS.
ent to sleep in the ground,
ties they slept very sound;
d he roared overhead,
d over m bed.
[vtoeing over the lea,
as still as could be,
it her very first tread
s and jumped out of bed!
?Delineator.
;n victoria.
desk in his office when the
-a-ling-ting."
patiently, "can't I have one .
Hio is it?''
i small voice. "It's Bruce,
il's happenin'."
I'm bweedin' and I'm all
... i r* 1
ueneu. come nome, papa,
Dh-h ! Come kick, papa."
i shriek, then papa heard a
Bucie's scream. Something
the dining-room where the
ed out of the office. Someas
he ran down the stairs,
mswer. He opened the door
le first bicycre he saw, and
eet just as fast as the pedals
;ed in among wagons and in
:rs shouted at him, and once
i him, but he did not even
:>f the little house in the big
It looked very quiet and
to find it on fire or tumbled
nit be did not hear even a
ront door. His hand sbook
nth his key.
o save Brucie?" he thought.
Brucie who came rushing
him. He was a dreadful
orn and his face and hands
s. His pinafore was stained
r?n r 1 c Vi 11 n rr lil'A o mAn
lis papa, "what is the matsaid
the sobbing little boy.
ito the kitchen. Something
X frightfully. It was Queen
She had squeezed her head
1 and could not get it out.
ind banging the can either
?ve, or the wall.
lN of the south.
Brucie's papa felt so relit
Then he led Brucie to the
his face and hands.
"Now," said papa, aft
scratches with witchhazel,
can do for Queen Victoria.'
The old gray cat was ver
nana, hut ?Vio ,\\i\ c.
r-, ? - V..V. ..Wl
about her. Then lie put
held her head while he saw
a can-opener. Queen Vic
llrucie's papa did not mind
old can. When Queen Vict
under the stove and began
Then mamma came home,
at once to tell her the story
. "Dear me!" she said, 'T.
telephone in the house, an<
use it!"?I. G. Curtis, in E
OLD PR
When King Alfred the
England a thousand years
dered over problems in ar
a:U! g?rj"? uo now.
Here are two taken wor
book of that day:
"The swallow once invit
lived just one league fro
traveled at the rate of only
would it be before he dined
"An old man met a chil<
he. "May you live as lonj
much more, and thrice as r
give you one year in anuiti<
a century old.' What was
SEWINC
Jessie sat down by her nn
ing a pillow-case for her ov
"All this?", she asked in
the seam out.
"That is not too much
work-basket of her own," s;
"Yes," thought Jessie; "r
basket, and I oijght to be w
took a few stitches quite dil
"I have a dreadful pain i
few minutes. "My thumb i;
"O, my hand is so tired P'
was something the matter 1
her eyes, and so she was ft
At length the sewing wa
her mother.
"Should I not first sent
mother.
"The doctor for me, mot
surprised as she could he.
"Certainly, a little girl so
be ill, and the sooner we ge
"O mother," said Jessie, 1
aches. I am well now."?S
....
.'ved that he began to laugh,
sink to sponge the blood off
er he had bathed Brucie's
"now we will see what we
y cross. She tried to scratch
?ed, for he wrapped a towel
her between his knees and
ed away at the tin can with
rtoria screamed wildly, but
, and presently off came the
oria was set free she crawled
i to smooth her ruffled fur.
Papa and Brucie tried both
, and at last she understood,
low glad I am there was a
d that Brucie knew how to
xcbange.
OBLEMS.
Great was reigning over
> ago, school children ponithmetic
much as our boys
d for word from the lesson
ed the snail to dinner. He
m the spot, and the snail
one inch a day. How long
I?"
i. 'Good-day, my son," s&id
* as you have lived, and as
nuch as all this; and if God
on to the others, you will be
the boy's age?"?Exchange.
i ACHLo.
other to sew. She was .makvn
little pillow,
a discontented tone, holding
for a little girl who has a
aid her mother,
nother has given me a workilling
to sew," with that she
i i..
in my side," said Jessie in a
s very sore," she complained.
was the next. Next there
with her foot, and then with
ill of trouble.
s done. Jessie brought it to
1 for a doctor?" asked her
her?" cried the little girl, as
full of pains and aches must
t the doctor the better."
laughing, "they were sewing
unday-school Evangelist.