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12 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 . y 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.