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18 TH
The Family
GIVING.
By Mrs. A. R. Perham.
This life is full of giving.
It is a part of living.
Even the little flowers about our way
Give out, unasked, their sweetness.
Their beauty in completeness.
Gives comfort to the wearv rlav hv Hav
The brooks and rirers flowing,
On to the ocean going.
Give lite and freshness as they pass
along.
The birds give songs of gladness,
Which dissipate our sadness.
And cheer us as we listen to their song.
The sun gives heat and lightens
The earth, and the moon brightens
The night, which would be dark without
its rays.
All nature gives us pleasures,
Each season has its treasures,
Which bring us blessings all the passing
days.
Lat us delight in giving
All that we can while living.
Happy are those who -have enough to
spare!
Large gifts are not rejected.
Small ones are oft neglected.
But all can give a word, a song of
prayer,
God's only Son he gave us
That he from sin might save us.
The greatest gift to mortals ever given
All those who will receive him,
Obey him and believe him,
Shall see his face and dwell with him
in heaven.
?Herald and Presbyter.
THE SWEETENING THAT WAS LEFT
OUT.
By Belle V. Chrisholm.
When Mildred entertained her classmates
at an afternoon tea she prepared
the dainty menu?from start to finish?
with her own white Angers, and it was
her Arst experience in the fad of cooking,
too. To be sure, mamma's watchful eye
directed every move in the kitchen's
checkerboard that morning, but not once
did she lift a Anger to assist, not even
when Mildred's arm ached beating the
Auffy mixture that a few hours later, in
the form of a cake, won unstinted praise
from the merry samplers.
"It' would be less trouble to do the
work out and out yourself," insisted Aunt
Alice, a bit irritably, wondering at her sis
ter'B unfailing patience in repeating directions
over and over again.
"That would not be teaching Mildred
how to do it," returned the mother sweetly,
as she once more gave the signal for
"exactness" on every particular, from the
cracking of the eggshell at the beginning
of the cake-mixture, until piled high with
snowy icing, the beauty was placed on the
top shelf of the pantry?beyond the reach
of meddling Angers, to cool.
"It is delicious," said big brother Ben,
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smacking his lips over the generous slice
Mildred managed to smuggle to him from
the girl's table, in lieu of assistance in entertaining
later in the evening. "It is
simply out of sight, little girl."
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agreed father, eating the unfashionably
thin slice doled out to hint. "All the objection
I have to it is, there is not
enough of it."
"1 only got one bite?not big enough to
be a taste," moaned ten-year-old Delia.
"And all the girls said it was just splendid?tairly
melted in their mouths."
"Milly give me the crumbs left on ths
plate, cos she said I'd divide with Bud,
but Buddy took all and 1 didn't get the
weeniest, teeniest taste at all." sobbed
Baby Bell, Bud's twin, ready to cry, outright.
"You poor little mite," said Ben, sympathizingly,
"if I had known that, I should
certainly have divided with you. Brother
is dreadfully sorry. Baby, and if you don't
cry you shall have a whole poke of chocolates
to make up?after supper, real iced
ones too."
"Goody, goody!" exxclaimed Bud, clapping
his hands gleefully.
"But you took all the cake," said Ben,
trying to look severe. "The chocolates
are for Baby Bell, who was fooled out of
her share by her twin?a boy."
"There was only three crumbs there,"
whined Bud, "and they Just stuck to my
tongue when I tried to lick 'em off the
plate. I wish Baby had taken half, I do."
"Never mind, my poor little midgets,"
urged Mildred. "Sister baked that cake,
all, all herself, and she'll bake another
just like it for you little folks tomorrow."
"All for me and Baby Bell?" began Bud,
and then forestalled the charge of selfishness
by adding, "But we'll divide with Ben
and papa and everybody, won't we.
Baby?"
"We'll divide with everybody," repeated
Baby Bell, and having restored
peace in the family, Mildred went back
to her guests as much complimented over
the nrettv thin ITS nniH nrmin/t tlio linmo
board as she had been by the enthusiastic
praises of her girl friends.
"Don't forget the cake, sister mine," said
Ben the next morning, with peculiar emphasis
on sister, after a little scene at the
breakfast table in which Mildred's rather
unsisterly bearing had "left a bad taste"
in his mouth. "Fred Archer is coming
home with me this evening and he is
specially fond of cake."
"If Fred Archer wants cake he would
better stop at home and sample his
mother's," Mildred retorted with spirit.
"I'm too tired to trouble with cake today."
"But you promised us a cake, Bud and
me," said Baby Bell, peevishly.
"Never mind, toddlings; sister Lotty
will bake you some cookies, and you and
Bud can have a little picnic in the playhouse?all
to your little selves," comforted
Ix)tty, the peacemaker.
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Glenn," snapped Mildred, sharply. "You
arc always making trouble by your meddling."
"I thought she was turning trouble
UTH. October 20, 1909.
aside," Ben said to himself, noting the
difference in the sisters' voices. "I can't
understand what good Mildred's religion
does her," he mused. "She is always in
hot water about something, while I.otty,
without pretentions about being better
than other lolks, is so much pleasanter to
live with."
1-otty made an effort to right things
by apologizing for her interferences, but
Mildred was in no mood to listen further
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out her own promise regarding the
cake.
"I am going to make it out and out
myself," she told her mother when assistance
was proffered.
"Better let me write the uirections out,
then," suggested mamma, but?Mildred
was contrary that mornng, and had her
own way about the cake from first to last.
"A very good way, too," she told herself
when she took it out of the oven, so near
perfection that every one pronounced it a
success?untasted.
But in this case, as in many another one
?the "tastiug" proved the crucial point,
grimaces instead of praises accompanying
the testing process.
"Don't be frightened, children," counseled
Dotty, coming to her sister's defense.
"There is nothing wrong with the
cake, except that one ingredient has been
left out."
THE STORY OF BIRDIE.
By Mary Coles Carrington.
My little friend Alice Morse has almost
forgotten that she ever owned the pretty
name of Alice, for every one calls her
"Birdie."
I must tell you about her and you will
see how very well the pet name suits
her.
When Alice was a little, tiny girl she
was, like other babies, anxious to investigate
the big world and went creeping
all over the floor, with an occasional unsteady
run when she could pull herself
up on a chair or by mother's dress.
One day, mother left the room for a
few moments, leaving Alice happy on the
floor with her toys. Instead of keeping
quiet, however, the baby sat up and looked
about the room, wondering what mischief
she could get in. A big roqping
chair looked most attractive so she crept
over.to it and thought it would be fine
fun to get in. By trying very hard she
managed to get one fat leg over the edge
and was just pulling the other up when
she heard the door open. Knowing that
sne was a naughty girl she immediately
tried to get down but slipped on the
smooth leather seat, and somehow rolled
over backwards into a melancholy little
-heap against the tall brass fender.
Mother picked up her precious baby
with many kisses and she seemed little
hurt, but, as time went on, it was noticed
that the baby did not creep as usual and
could not stand when her mother would
hold her up.
Her distressed parents took her to see
various doctors but all said the same
thing, that Alice had hurt her back in
that unfortunate tumble and that it must
be many years before she could wniu