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Sept. 22, 1909. th:
you louud me and I found you! But I
want my mamma! I wen*, to see a bandorgan
man and a monkey?I wish I
hadn't!" she wailed. "Mamma said not
cO go out o" the yard, an' I forgot?oh,
dear!'
"Don't cry! I'll find your mamma,"
i/iuui.ocu jcomiciic. lueren a man coming
out of that house, ^et's ask him!"
xm, I'm "fraid!" sobbed Charlotte.
"No, you won't be 'fraid with me:
Come! He'll be gone!"
When the grocer's clerk saw the two
little girls coming toward him, he waited.
win you nna ner mamma, please?"
asked Jeannette.
"I'm Charlotte Cashen. I'm four years
old. 1 live at 55 Summer street," spoke
up Charlotte.
"Oh, Mrs. Cashen's little girl, are you?
Why, yes I'm going right past there."
He put her on the wagon-seat. "You
want to ride, too?" he asked Jeannette,
looking down kindly at her. She cried,
eagerly, "Oh, piease, I'm lost, too! I
want the baker's shop, and I can't find it.
I only found Charlotte!"
"Well, well, two lost kids!" chuckled
iuu uuy. jump in, men, ana ne swung
her up beside Charlotte. "We'll stop at
the bakery as we go along. Where do
you live?"
"On Summer street?that big white
house right on the corner. I'm Jeannette
Jacobs."
"Oh, ho, ho!" laughed the grocer's boy,
shaking his broad shoulders. "And you
two kids never knew each other before?
living only a stone's throw apart?"
"No, we never did," they declared.
"Well," he said, "you'd better go shopping
together after this, so when you get
lost you'll have company."?Selected.
NO PLACE LIKE HOME.
Smithville is a popular name in the
United States, and its frequency has led
misinformed Europeans to charge us
with mediocre nomenclature. A writer
in the New York Times, however, reports
a conversation overheard on a
train in Pennsylvania which would seem
to show another side of the question.
Various topics were discussed, and
finally each man began to ask the other
where he lived.
"My borne"? replied one. "Why, 1
live at Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania."
A faint smile crept across the faces of
some of the men.
"And where do you hail from"? was
asked of another.
"Why?why?I reside at Conshohocken,
near PhiladelDhia.'
The smiles became broader.
"And where do you make your abidingplace"?
was asked cf the little thin man.
who had done a bit of questioning himself.
"My home is in Pawtucket, Rhode
Island, and I've got a summer camp at
Mattawamkeag, Maine," was the reply,
in a somewhat ruffled tone, "but I can
lick the first man who dares to laugh
out loud"!
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"MOTHER-SURE."
It was white-haired grandmother who
used these words in speaking of h?r
childhood days. Her face was a beautiful,
innocent one?its expression showing
that while she had known much sor
how mrougnout ner long life, she had retained
her confidence in her fellow men.
"Didn't you ever hear that expresfion"?
she asked. "We always used it
wl en we wanted to make each other a
soiemn promise. 'Are you sure'? we
would ask. 'Yes.' 'How sure? Are you
"mother-sure"'? and if the answer to
that question was 'Yes,' we were perfect- .
ly satisfied, fcr we knew mother's word
never failed us. "Indeed," she added,
"so much confidence did I have iu my
mother's word that it has v.akin me
nearly a lifetime to learn that every
on A ia not on wnrfKir ??" "
?v -w ..wv ??en j kjl ixijr tuiinueiice.
What a testimony that was! What a
safeguard! What an anchor when everything
else failed!
The following story has been recently
told me: In a Western city there lived
a wealthy family. The oldest son
was leaving home to be educate-l at an
Eastern college: The night before he
went away his mother and he were having
a last confidential chat, when she
suddenly asked him to make her a promise.
"What is it, mother"? he inauired
"That you will not play cards for
money, my son."
The boy hesitated.
"Mother," he said at length. "I wish
you would not ask for n promise, for if
I make one I shall have to keep it."
Still she urged, and finally he agreed,
with the stipulation that she would
promise him not to play cards for prizes.
"We'll make a bargain, then," he said
gayly, and they pledged their word.
The student returned at Christmad for
the holidays, and the first words he
said after the marry greetings were over
were: "Mother, I've kept my word." But
no response came. "Mother, don't you
hear what I am telling you? I've kept
my promise." Again no answer?only
an embarrassed silence.
"Mother," once more the boy spoke,
"I've kept my word?have you kept
yours"? And that mother had no answer
to make, for she had broken her
word given her boy that last night at
home! Never more could he be "mothersure."
His confidence in the one of all
others whose influence was the strong
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est was gone.
The narrator goes on to say that God
in His goodness did not suffer the boy's
life to be wrecked by the mother's act.
He was too fine a character for that.
But he said he was never quite the same
jgain; something he had depended uron
had gone out of him?some cable
that should have held, snapped.
In contrast to this failure comes the
remembrance of another mother whose
influence and love were all that held
her poor, weak, erring son from ruin
md possibly worse. He was past mif*
die age when I knew bim. He had
thrown away most of his splendid opportunities,
and had so alienated his
wife's affections that she and her children
had left him; in fact, he had
wrecked his life, and apparently had little
left to live for. But outlasting all the
wrecks of time and sin was his mother's
love and confidence in her wayward son.
i iiougn nunareas or miles away, her
strong influence swayed him. Almost
dally letters passed between his "sweetheart,"
as he called her, and himself.
She understood his poor weak nature,
but she also knew his flne traits, and
she had confidence in him to the last.
He was a child of God though a wanderr,
and he never lost faith in his God ohis
mother. That mother long outlived
him,, but before he died she had that assurance
that it was well with her "boy."
Said a nnnr hnv omov f.....v. V. ~ ~ ->
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living in a large city: "If mothers only
knew how their prayers for their poor
foolish boys held them back from so
ir.any sins, and were all the time drawing
their sons away from ruin?if mothers
only understood it, I tell you they
would keep at it."
What faith that poor fellow had in his
mother's prayer! He was not a Christian,
and at that time may have been
feeding his hungry soul on the "husks,"
but under his sinful life lay the consciousness
of the "father's house" waiting
to welcome him back, and of the
iuve ana prayers mat would never fall
him while life lasted. He was "mothersure."?The
Interior.
The choice of books, like that of
friends, Is a serious duty. We are as responsible
for what we read as for what
we do. The best books elevate us into a
region of disinterested thought where
personal objects fade into insignificance,
and the troubles and the anxieties of the
world are almost forgotten.?Lubbock.