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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.