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August 18, 1909. with her," said Mrs. Ross, one little girl, anyway." "All right, mamma," said little girl. "How can I get "I am going down to se some washing for me," sai< go with me. Pick out the < and we will start at once." "Poor little Effie!" said . tie house. "Just think of house and having no playtl . But when they reached children were digging thei warm, white sand, and hj world. There were corn c around the sand pile, and with pebbles and shells f< fences to divide the fields, to see the wonderful thin and forgot all about Poll; newspaper. "What did Effie think of ma when they started hom "I didn't give her to Effic has the loveliest plaything: aren't half as nice. She isi "All little boys and girls llDt'P rrnA/4 ^ ~ i?u* v iiintr> dUU UC "Never forget that, dearie! world will not make selfish boys and girls can make the good times all the year rou she isn't poor, Effie, but i Hilda Richmond, in Heralc PUZ2 Now when I hurt I do, you know, m< My mother alwayt And says, "I'm soi And when to-nigh And I could only 'Cause I felt achy And all my throat She seemed to loi I wonder why she Did mother say, ' I am so glad, I a MUKE THAN T A young Italian knocked artist's studio in Rome, an claimed: "Please, madam, ter's brush?" The paintei filled with a longing to b< great master's brush. Th< the boy's hand saying: " my boy." With a flush of tried, but found he could p. own. The lady then said 1 like the great master unles Kir f Un rvAiifAo rtf V uy inv pu v> v.i ui ii, to successfully carry on th The same great lesson w? THE PRESBYTERI/ "You have too many for I Amy, who was a generous : them to her?" e if Effie's mamma can do 1 Mrs. Ross, "and you may loll vou want Effie to have. Vmy, as they neared the litliving in that little bit of a lings!" the house three rosy little ir pink toes into a heap of iving the best time in the ob dolls standing solemnly each child had a tiny farm ir animals, and little stick Amy dropped right down gs the children had made, y Dolly, wrapped up in a Polly Dolly?" asked mame. mamma," said Amy. "She 5 in all the world and mine l't poor at all, but rich." are rich who know how to happy," said her mamma. All the playthings in the children happy, while good ?ir own playthings and have nd. I am very glad to hear i rich, happy little girl."? 1 and Presbyter. :led. my8eir at play, 38t ev'ry day, i kisses me rry as cap be!" t I told a lie, cry and cry round my heart, began to smart, re to see me cry! did, and why 'Dear little lad, m so glad"? ?Alice Van Leer Carrlck. OOLS NEEDED. /\?^ A /]nir n i- *1% a A ^ ? f ? ? win- way a L lilt UUU1 UI an d, when it was opened, exwill you give me the masr was dead, and the boy, ; an artist, wished for the i lady placed the brush in This is his brush; try it, earnestness on his face he lint no better than with his to nun: iou cannot paint s you have his spirit." le Holy Spirit are we able e Master's work, is taught once in a museum OF THE SOUTH. of old-time armor. When a sword of Wallace, he said: "I win such victories." "Ah, sir don't see the arm that wielded We need all the grace an through studying the best mo example: but if we are mere be void of real power. We same Spirit who wrought in ones.?Christian Union. A BIRTHDAY S By Kathleen Ed< It was grandmother's birtl making the cake. Ned and woods for flowers, and no one tion to three-year-old Dorotlv the house at her own free will Her little hands were into ter's neat bureau drawers w> the clean handkerchiefs all 1 with cologne, Dorothy went ii On the dresser stood an att box. The cover was soon of said Dorothy, as she took out She put the cover on again, a thimble in her hand. An hour or so later sister room, and, seizing the little b and laid it by grandmother's p orated table. When father led grandmoth gave her the box, saying? "A s'pise for you, grandmotl Grandmother opened it, an was surprised, for the box was "Why, why! Where is it?' "All gone," said Dorothy, find it!" And she slid down from h< into the kitchen, followed by ments they returned. "She must have had it anc table, for she went right the found," said mother. "Oh, we'll soon find it," said But still the children looke smiled when the big cake was "Grandmother must cut it. handed her the knife. Grandmother had carefully < she suddenly cried, "Why, win the missing thimble. "Dere's fimble 1" said Doroth "How do you s'pose it ever j asked. "I believe I can guess," said in the pan on the table just b oven, and Dorothy must hav< dropped it in. She was in th just about that time." "I call this an all-round sui grandmother?" said Ned.?Sui visitor was shown the do not ?ee how it could said the guide, "vou it." d tact we can acquire dels and imitating their imitators, our lives will must be filled with the and through his noble URPRISE. iy Mundy. iday. Sister was busy Helen had gone to the was paying much atteny, who wandered about everything. After sisere turned topsy-turvy, unfolded and sprinkled ato mother's room, ractive little blue yelvet F, and "Pretty, pretty," a shining gold thimble, md trotted off with the 1 hurried into mother's lue box, ran downstairs late on the prettily-decer out to dinner, Helen .o- " d certtainly every one empty. ' shouted Ned. smiling sweetly. "Baby ir high chair and went mother. In a few mo1 left it on the kitchen re; but it is not to be [ grandmother. :d very sad and hardly brought in. " said father, as he cut several slices, when it's this?" and drew out y, delightedly. got in the cake?" Helen sister. "The cake was efore it was put in the e had ttiimKio ~ J ? ..>V VIUIIIL/IV dliu e kitchen this morning prise party, don't you, iday-school Times.