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July 21, 1909. * TH
eyed him a few times, but when he came
to a third and fourth meeting the "eyeing"
ceased. None of the young ladies
rushed up to shower attentions upon him,
nor any of the elderly ladies, either, the
very first time. But not many "times"
had passed before the good women of
the church began to speak to the young
stranger, and when a rational, not an artificial,
oportunity came along, the older
introduced him to the younger women.
Within two years the "Stranger" had
passed out of existence. He knew by
sight, by name, and was on cordial
, speaking terms with almost every one
of the four hundred members of that
church.
Why was this? Two simple reasons
cover the case: First, The stranger did
not expect the congregation to make a
stampede for him the minute he first appeared.
Second, The congregation did
not expect that the stranger would vanish
out of the door without giving them
a chancy.
The obligation worked both ways.
That opened the door?as it always does.
The stranger did not wait to be lionized,
but went on using the start he had to
win still further acquaintance with the
people who had always held out the
"glad hand" to every one who would
reach out and grasp it.
Moral: Be steadily in evidence. Be
approachable.?H. H. Stiles in The
Westminster.
A SMALL HERO.
He did not know that he was a hero,
but I think he was, and perhaps, after
you have read this little story, you will
agree with me.
He was a square-shouldered lfttle boy,
who lived on our street. His mother
was quue troubled because he had such
mannish ways before he was fairly out
of his babyhood. He had a pair of blue
overalls, such as nice boys on our street
wore when they played in the dirt, and
when those were on he had a funny
way of taking long steps and standing
with his feet far apart, as if he were
about as tall as his father. .
Half a dozen other Tom Thumbs who
also wore overalls and took long steps
chose Charlie for their leader. Instead
of calling them Kenneth, and William,
and Joe, our Charlie used their last
names?Knox, Robinson, Clark and so
on?while they called him MacArthur,
or, still better, "Mac." He was happy
when he could be "Mac" all day.
These dear little pygmies had a big
football which some older brother had
worn out, and they "blew it up" and
patiently mended it day aftef day and
kicked it BO Vieorouslv thnt nanollv ttio
kicker fell backward into the dust, but
that was taken as part of the game.
Charlie's mother used to say: "Charlie
is a born leader. Oh, if I could only
know he would be a good one!" I can
tell you, boys, between ourselves, that
ever so many mothers are thinking of
that very thing.
Welf, one day a little chap wandered
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into our street and began to play with
Charlie and his "regiment"?for that is
what he called the boys who followed
his lead. I do not know what sort of
parents or home this bad boy had, but
somewhere he had taken lessons in evil,
and before he had been with them a
half hour he began to swear, taking the
name of the great God in vain. Charlie
stopped playing and drew a long breath.
'Did you do that a-purpose?" he asked.
"Yes, and I'll do it again," replied the
boy from outside, as he did.
"Robinson!" cried Charlie to his oldest
follower.
"Here!" answered Willie, running to
Charlie's side, while the rest of the boys
followed.
"He sweared," said the little captain,
standing very straight and pointing to
the culprit, "and we don't play with boys
that swear on this street."
"No. we don't; no, no!" they responded.
"What's we do with Sullivan?"
"You can't do anything. I'll stay here
if I'm a mind to," said the boy, kicking
dust toward them.
"Not if you swear, when the commandments
say not to," answered Charlie.
"No, sir; not if you swear," echoed the
others.
"And we don't want you if you've got
bad words lnsid?." ?Ko
"I don't care; men say 'em on thy
street," said the defiant Sullivan.
"But this regiment don't, and you can't
play with us 'les you promise never to
again."
The hoy took up a stone to throw, but
as he looked at six determined little figures
he dropped it and turned sulkily
away.
"Tell your mother to wash out your
mouth with soapsuds," said Willis Robinson.
"And don't you come again till?you's
over it," added the captain, as if the
dreadful habit were a disease.
They waited until "Sullivan" turned a
corner and then they went on with their
play.
But Charlie's mother, who sat beside
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an open window, could not see to set
another stitch until she had wiped the
tears from her eyes. But they were not
"sorry" tears.?Sunday School Advocate.
THE NEW BABY.
This is what the Browns had to say
of the latest addition to the family:
The Mother: "Oh, isn't he the cutest,
grandest, handsomest, smartest little fellow
in the whole world? And hear him
talk, will you? Why, he understands
perfectly every word I say!"
The Father: "There's a boy for you!
Smith will brag about that kid o( his,
^111 he? Well, you just wait until this
youngster is a month old,* and I'll take
the conceit out of Smith."
Little Bobby: "So that's what the
stork brought, eh? Gee! the stork must
have it in for this family."
Little Belle: "Oh, ma, he's swallowed
all his teeth, and all his hair's blowed
ofT!"
Bachelor Uncle: "I don't want to cause
you folks any anxiety, but he's the
smallest human being I ever saw outside
of a dime museum. You want to
feed him upon roast beef and porterhouse
steak right away."
Uncle Jack (a dog fancier): "Is his
nose cold? Hold him up by the back of
his neck, and we'll see if he's got any
nerve." ,
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child as soon as he has his eyes open!
I suppose when he's a month old we shall
all have to stand on our heads to amuse
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him! Give me that Infant this instant
before he has colic and dies."
The Family Cat: "Well, that settles
my hash; It's either hunt a new home
or become a tailless feline inside of a
month. Why, that kid's got a grip on
him like a longshoreman's!"
The Baby: "Goo-goo! Goo-goo! Googoo-goo-goo!"
(In other words, "I'll make
it good and hot for this family about
midnight!")?St. Louis Republic.
It is claimed that one hundred sheep
can be fed for what it costs to feed ten
cows, and that the returns from th?
sheep will be much greater than from the