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August 25, 1909.
suits, and all the while he
finished work.
"Do you like them, Alii
"No, I hate them," she
"What makes you sm
asked, curiously.
"Because they're 'char
plied at once.
"What," I enquired,
stood.
" 'Character pots,' Mis:
half clean them. I often
Mary told me as how if I
help to build my characte
tried hard, Miss; and ol
since. I've knowed they i
I said a word or two <
on my way, knowing th;
against a real heroine. 1
fllQaOrrPAoKlA /lufine AX7U
V.I,UW. VV II
into "character pots?"?E
A CANNIBAL SOLDI]
Royal J. Dye, a medica
foreign hoard, at work it
lates a story of convers
bound up with the most 1
miracles" in non-Christi;
head of an important fami
thirsty of the Kongo trib<
native troops of King L
credited the "Kongo atroc
civilized world.
Participant in many of
by Leopold's officials aga
D ? :~i
cti^ iciAt uuiijuiuu^u was
leader in the expedition ;
because the people there
own tribe. The raid on
M
DREADS THE WASTE BAS
Dear Presbyterian: I am a lit
ten years old. I go to the Pn
lan Sunday school. My teacher
is Miss Jessie Smith, and I 1
fine. I have a sister and two b:
i love to go to Sunday schot
father and mother are Presby
I must close for fear of tht
basket.
- Your friend,
Duke, N. C. Ellen Harrlr
LIKES TO READ THE LET
Dear Presbyterian: As I ha
?r written to you before I wi]
now. I am a little girl of elevei
I sure do love to read the ch
letters. I go to Sunday-schc
church at Warrenton. Our p?
Rev. H f!. Fennel Mv Siinrtm
teacher is Miss Nina Wilson,
four sisters and one brother,
put my letter In print.
Your unknown frlenl
Lillian Ferg
Abbeville, S. C.
V
THE PRESBYTERIAh
ir face was as shining as her
ce?" I asked,
replied emphatically,
ile so over them, then?" I
acter pots,'" the child re
thinking I had misunder5.
You see, I used to only
i cried over, them, but Miss
made them real shiny, they'd
r. And, ever since then, I've
n, it's been so much easier
,vas 'character pots.' "
of encouragement, and went
it I had been rubbing up
everyday life is brim full of
\r tIAf fnrr?
j in/i lui it muui cvciy one
ast and West.
?R NOW A PREACHER.
il missionary of the Disciple
1 the Kongo Free State, reion
which is worthy to be
brilliant chapters of "modern
an lands. Bonjolongo, the
ily in one of the most bloodss,
served seven years in the
eopold, to whom are to be
ities" that have horrified the
the "punitive raids" ordered
inst towns that did not pay
i especially prominent as a
.. ..:ii -t r i
ngaiMSi liic village OI ISaKa,
were hereditary foes of his
that town gave him oppor?
Our Wee L
KET. LOST i
tie girl,
sabyter- "I say good-night at
's name And then undress a
ike her Heside my bed, and
rothera. ^n(j t^en?^ ye T
>1. My J
!"',Te "The morning sun co
At me. I s'pose I v
But seems to me," s
igton. "It's not worth whih
TER3.
ve nev- TASKS FC
11 wrlte By Harold 1
i years. J
ildren's Each little bud opens
.^1 ?J
a"u Each little minute a
MO* hour,
' *?have Each little raindrop c
Please Each little breeze is f
So thus learn the lei
I, you.
uson. There's a work?the
that each one can
4
I OF THE SCUTH.
tunity to execute a venge:
taught to cherish from chil
tonously oft the bodies of hi
had been destroyed.
When Bonjolongo had se
tary levy, he returned to his
the first time heard the rnt
preached in Injolo by itinera
at Bolenge. Curiosity led h
he found that he could no
Christians there to take up
again, he was so impresse<
more heed to the gospel ai
heart accepted it.
Returning forthwith to h
his neighbors by freeing hi:
plural wives and redeerninj
daughter whom he had sold
chief?sacrifices that wiped
preached t,o his fellow-vilh
great number of them embi
him in building a chapel.
But Bonjolongo was not
friends; he wished to preacl
pie of Isaka. He was for se
those who told him lie wou
at length he said: "Let tha
Approaching the village una
recognized and surrounded
the unmoved composure of
tations of love for them hel
#
despatching him. Finally 1
Christ.
ry?1_
i ne recital did not vvholl
foes, and at length he was c
Nevertheless he returned aj
lage, and was finally rewar
several men who, like hin
evangelists.?The Interior.
kittle Ones A
IOURS.
id go up stairs, Dear
nd say my prayers girl s,s
then jump in it, ^te j
lextest minute half ye
a little
mes up to peep calf an
e been to sleep; every J
aid little Ted, teacher
2 to go to bed."
Crime
>R EACH.
Farrington. GOE
Dear
3 into the flower, boy tw<
ids to make up the byterlai
Our pa
. . . My Sui
>n a mission is sent, B w^j
or some good intent, have a
sson this teaches t?. year# o
this not
nigh you're little?
do! Moon
*3
ince, that he had been
Idhood. He feasted irlut
s dead enemies after Isaka
rved his time in the miliown
village, and there for
:ssage of Jesus Christ,
nts from Dr. Dye's station
im to visit Bolenge. When
>t tempt away the native
the old heathen practices
d that he paid more and
nd finally with his whole
is home town, he amazed
s slaves, renouncing his
g at great cost the little
1 to be the slave wife of a
out his wealth. Then he
tgers so earnestly that a
raced the faith and joined
satisfied to preach to his
i to his enemies?the peoveral
months dissuaded by
Id certainly be killed, but
t be as it may, I must go."
rmed, he was immediately
by a howling mob. Only
the man and his protesd
the mob from instantly
they let him tell them of
y appease the rage of his
obliged to run for his life,
jain and again to the vilded
by the conversion of
iself, immediately turned
"TAN FOOT."
Presbyterian: I am a little
: years old, and as I can not
will get mamma to write for
have a little dog one and a
ars old named "Tanfoot"; also
calf. Mv Daddv hnn o 1IHI?
d colt. I go to Sunday-school
lunday I am well enough. My
is Miss Eva McCauley.
Your little friend,
Sarah Belle Patterson.
>ra, Va.
S TO SUNDAY SCHOOL.
Presbyterian: I am a little
> years old. I go to the Pres1
SnnHov.ofth/wvl ni *
_ ???a?j ovuuui uuu v>nurcn.
stor is Rev. C. D. Gilkerson.
iday-school teacher 1b Mr. C.
ton, he is superintendent. I
brother who is nearly seven
lder than I am. Mease print
:e. Yours truly,
Vance Gilkerson.
ifleld, W. Va.