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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"! E PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOU For voup Early morning ey Breakfast bracer Lunch lip-smacke Dinner demi-tass\ Supper system-toi DRINK LXJZIANN [Good all the tlrne. "^BE-REIUV - T4 NCW OWUE/1 "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 .. TH. I9 e-opener 1 l ' E. coffee! Sold everywhere IVY LOR CO. 1 >Na C4 .nS.A. I 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. ~ ~ -> ? ? i * V iu UUIUC UilU 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.