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IO For tl CLARENC From the morning i With childhood's i This has been one' c We have led the s But that is the smal Just to make vacs And it means there's When he whistles "Auntie, may 1 hav< And a few ten-pei The request was ba: Ere we heard dist Get the turpentine a For the laddie's ci Bathe the wound til Hug and kiss and "Auntie, now we nei For we're fixin' ui res, you m nna somi In the cellar ther< By the time the stc Busy little builder And they start with An exciting game Next he comes, with Holding fast a sti "Auntie, help me tie All we need's a pie Boy and bug then i June-bug sacrificed Though it was a luc Where's a happier "O, my bug has buzs Auntie, now I'll hs Just a minute he is Then begins to sp Marbles too are inte Till x ha nc ucai auuit And the "team" begi Getting ready to p Get the ball! Put u| Bat and mask and There's no other ga For vacation days And I say the little Can not have too i Summer time won't Even youth must Kirkwood, Ga. HELPIN "I don't like to brit bled little Johnny to "All right, John." s heard him. "you need) you are willing to." "Really, mamma?" "Yes." answered hi have boys about that The little hoy ran that he could do just mother had only ask< that morning; still it a barn for his hobh no one bothered him, noon. the presbyterii tie Children :e's busy day. intil bed time idventures rife, lav nf manv trenuous life; 1 boy's business ttion hum, fun a-brewing for his chum. ; the hammer my nails"? rely granted ressing wails; nd linen -acked his thumb,? 1 it feels better, love him some. sd some boxes ) a store,"? e in the wood-shed, i are more; ire is finished s tire. bell and bucket of "fire." brown eyes shining, uggling thing? my June-bug, ;ce of string'' ace off wildly,? 1 to joy, rkless insect little boy? sed his leg off! ive to stop," t quiet in his top; resting ler call, ins to gather lay ball. p the marbles, mlt now please,? me so splendid like these; laddie much of play,? last forever? pass away. ?Margaret Scott Hall. G HIS MOTHER. ig in chips all the time," grumhimself. ;aid his mother, who had overi't bring in any more chips until cried little John, is mother: "for J don't like to grumble and hate to work." ofi* to play, delighted to think as he pleased. To be sure his ed him to bring in chips twice took time, and he was building Jf-IIVl.7^ 11 lilt Id W II 9 IIUW, 'II he would get it done that after r \N OF THE SOUTH. The barn was finished no one bothered little J picked up the chips herse to run errands. Hut when the barn w tired of it. and ran intc mother to tell him a sto "1 can't tell you a st "for 1 am busv. Run aw; But John was tired of intothe kitchen, and the baking. He ran and looked on where his mother always the shelf was bare. "Mamma," cried John room where his mother s; pie?" "What pie?" question* surprised. "Why, you always m; over when von liat-f "I used to," said his 11 tli is morning to bother 1 John went soberly out shade of his new barn to mother, woudn't she hav and if he had brought the wouldn't she have found pie? "i ought to help my m pies or not," said little "It doesn't take but a r pan of chips; and it's fun "Mamma." he said, hall in a boxful of wood and bring in chips, 'cause it h on errands. I'm willing you bake little pies for m "All right," laughed hi< had learned his lesson; " there'll be a little pie for HE By Demarest C "Oh, dear!" grumbled have to dress one's self," selves as a naughty frovvi \\ ny, daughter, said have to learn to wait on on scolding. Everything the one she wanted; she her shoes wouldn't lace u hit of use in opening her to leave the room. She to the table that even he: "It's such a bother to 1 by myself," she wailed v have time to clear the ta before school time. And that she was not half tli start to school, and away for mother to do. September 8, 1909. long before supper time, for ohn that day. His mother If, and did not even call him as finished, little John was } the house, and asked his ry. ory." answered his mother, ay now, and play." playing, so he wandered out re he smellcd the Saturday's i a low shelf in the pantry put a little pie for him, hut i, bursting into the sitting at sewing, "where's my little ;d his mother, who seemed ike me a little pie or turnit's the one I mean." tother, "but I was too busy with little pies." doors, and sat down in the think. If he had helped his e had time to tell the story, chips when she was baking, I time to make him a little other whether she bakes me John, solemnly to himself, ninute or two to pick up a to run errands." F an hmir lalor "T'vo 1........1.* *uvvif * W Ml two pans of chips. I like to ielps you. And I like to run to help after this, whether e or not." > mother, who saw that John the next time I bake maybe you."?Epworth Herald. SLEN. ilentworth Rubins. Helen, "it's such a hr?tli#?r ' and the dimples hid them1 chased all the smiles away, mother, smilingly, "we all ourselves," but Helen kept was wrong; her dress wasn't didn't like her hair ribbon ; p right, and she didn't see a window when she was ready brought such a clouded face r breakfast didn't suit. lave to wash these dishes all vhen mother said she would l>le and wash up everything she moved around so sIowI> trough when it was time to she hurried, leaving the rest