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12 For tb *] If you meet a little baref Whistling a tune that is i With an old straw hat pu With his lips all stained That grow on the flve-aci That are blue as the blu< witn a mite or a nose tn; An-?, cheeks by the sun's If you want to know whei 'Neath the dry, dead ler?v Where the violets dance ' Or Jack Frost shakes the Where the trout test bite In purple clusters hangin Whpro thp octant is Inneo When the happy holiday With hands thrust deep i He trudges away when tt Father's "right-hand man Though he'll not be eighl And mother smiles over Both hard and wearisom* Ready and willing on eri hrom the peep of dawn t When the bluebirds are c Artrl t Vin ha v/>apL'o haua n /1IJU 111V/ UUJ VVV/UO UUT V When the purple shadows And down in the meadow Lift up their voices,, a til Creeps into arms that kr Like holding him, and foi The tangled curls as thej 1 i BILLY'S - Jan There was an unust Horns. The ?xcitem< tri foliar* iiflinrn tli a m gathered. Mr. Symonds, the j dead leaves off the 1: and came into ask wk "it's Hilly," said Mr eat his breakfast." | ">.*o, Bill won't eat wailed Mary, the chat "Billy won't eat his ' Henry. Mr. Sy?motuls seeme< He looked long and h; his hat and scratched 1 &' c solemnly, uilly m ' ! illy, Billy, do eat . THE PRESBYTER! y_j \e Children rOMMY. ooted lad, nerry and glad, ished back on hla head, with the strawberries red re lot, with eyes est of April skies, at is upward turned, fierce kissed burned? That's Tommy. re the May flowers hide es in the glad springtide, neath the pine trees brown, fiast chestnuts down r ! or the wild grapes grow g low; st, the ice most dTear, time draws nesr? Ask Tommy. n his pockets small, le cow bells call; " he is called at home, t till the snowflakes come; the work that would be s were not he nands to run o the set of the sun ? Dear Tommy. * i rooning a low good night, ut on their nightcaps white, enfold the hills, the whip-poor-wills red boy tow no joy nd lips press ' say: "God bless Our Tommy." ?Selected. 5 BREAKFAST. e Ellis Joy. >al stir in the big house of the :nt seemed to center in the aids, with anxious faces, were gardener, who was raking the iwn, heard the excited voices, at was wrong. s. Henry, the cook. "He won't his breakfast, Mr. Symonds," nbermaid. breakfast," echoed fittle Hester i to think this was very serious, ard at Billy. Then he took off lis head, after which he remarkust be sick." your breakfast," coaxed Mary AN OF THE SOUTH. again. "You really ought to Billy, unless you are sick, a< , have ftxgd for you a beautifu hand.-?nice bread and rmikr.ied either.- And to think y< "Oh, Billy, please, please, < ter Henry. Billy's little stubby tail \v; swer to Hester, and his rour into Hestpr'c L/IUV UIIV.3 Cl3 II remind her of something, but mention it. Mrs. Horn, who was still in bed. She was no a party the night before, and ing when she got home. Billy seemed to realize th to be expected to appear, i basin of nice bread and mill fore him; but something w finally he slowly turned aw; "Perhaps he wants a little The servant's breakfast-table ed, and Mrs. Henry went to the carying-knife and cut u] of steak that had been left, a to Billy on a war mchina pi Billy was very fond of cook ing the daintily prepared me, his appetite any more than milk. "WWat do you thing of i Mrs. Henry. "What do yoi "Look* had, very bad.ind sloitlv. "I wonder if Mrs. Horn w a doctor?" suggested Mrs. waken her, but perhaps I o< what to do about it." "Do you hear that, Willis sent fori" said Mary, tryin would do. "Then, if you dor will have to take horrid pill ten, now, and consider what A good while ago, when ]V Henry to do her cooking, it them that little Hester Hen mother. Hester was not tr and evervhodv 'Pi J J ...... X . her to play with. She playe* sometimes let her help to ft hold Billy while Mrs. Horn Billy wore on his silver coll valuable and privileged anc kitchen household. Knowing considerable ab< his ways, little Hester Henn own. For a while she was before so many grown peopl tinned her not to talk a gre; to be bold or saucy. But, h about going for a doctor, anc be obliged to swallow "hor took courage, and piped out "I know why Billy won't ? "Why, Hester Henry, whi July 14, 1909. I > be ashamed of yourself, > Mr. Symonds says. I 1 breakfast with my own ?and the milk not skinidu won't touch it." io eat!" urged little Hesigged very faintly in anld brown eyes looked up f he really would like to yet was half ashamed to usually fed Billy herself, >t ill, but she had been at it had been almost mornlat his mistress was not ind looked shyly at the k that Mary had set beas certainly wrong, and ay, licking his lips, meat," said Mrs. Henry. : had not yet been clearthe platter and took up p some nice little pieces ind presented the tid-bits ate. As a general thing ed steak, but this mornat did not seem to tempt i the creamy bread and t, Mr. Symonds?" asked i think?" leed," said the gardener, ould want us to send for Henry. "I don't like to light to. i wish I knew tm? The doctor is to be g to see what a threat 1't eat your breakfast you Is, Master William! LisI have said!" Irs. Horn had hired Mrs. had been agreed between ry should stay with her oublesome in the house, lere were no children for d with Billy. Mrs. Horn ?ed Billy, and she would tied the ribbon bow that ar. Hester was really a 1 petted member of the 3ut Billy, therefore, and r now had an idea of her half afraid to speak out e. Her mother had cau at deal, and never, never laving heard Mary speak I fearing that Billy might rid pills" Hester finallv % ;at his breakfast." it is if? Good gracious!"