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November 10, 1909.
A DREADFU
By Margare
The three were next
Bobby and Bessie a
And a tale that is tru
Of them I'll now re
Bessie and Kate were
And each was a "di
Kate a daintv hlrtndo
And Bessie a gay b
BoDby lived at the he
A frolicsome little 1
With roguish eyes of
And curls so soft a
He went to the home
Before they had flni
And greedily drank th
The naughty little !
The sisters were verj
And fought him shi
Till little Bob, in frig
Ran hastily away.
But next day he retui
And chased them s
And frightened them 1
io me iod or the n
Now, Bessie and Kate
Belonging to Winif
And Bobby, of course
Was the next door
GRANDMA'S F
Grandma Wilkins was 1
she must be kept quiet, an
tiptoe and spoke in low t
sad. He crept softly into
some flowers on grandma
sick to look at them. Soo
say to Kate, the cook :
"We must keep the doi
sible."
"I can do something for
boy.
So he sat on the front st<
hook in her hand came to t
"Grandma is very sick
must ring the bell."
The lady smiled but wer
satchel came.
"Grandma is sick and
thing at all," said the boy.
A11 day long the people i
that almost everybody ha<
kept euard and the hell w:
him to lunch, but Wilfred
"Just bring me a sandwi
it here," he said.
At last the doctor came
again he smiled down upoi
"Well, little picket gua
to get well, and you have
V happy result. You will ms
Then his mother came o
and kissed him.
When Wilfred went i
vkhanked him with a kiss, a
VI:
THE PRESBYTERI)
L QUARREL,
t B. Ramsey.
door neighbors?
md Kate ?
ily shocking
late.
sisters,
arling pet";
was,
runette.
use next door;
'ellow,
golden brown
.nd yellow.
of the two one day,
shed their dinner,
ieir bowl of milk?
sinner!
r angry then,
imefully,
;ht and dread,
rned again,
pitefully,
until they climbed
laple tree.
i, you see, were cats
red Bogg;
you understand,
neighbor's dog.
ICKET GUARD.
eery sick. The doctor said
id everybody went about on
ones. Wilfred looked very
the darkened room, and laid
's pillow: but she was too
n after he heard his mother
orbell from ringing, if posprandma
" thmicrlit Hi**
;p, and soon a woman with a
he door.
said Wilfred. "Nobody
it away. Soon a man with a
mamma doesn't want anycamc.
It seemed to Wilfred
:1 something to sell; but he
is silent. Kate came to call
would not leave his post.
ch or something, and I'll cat
again. When he came back
i Wilfred and said :
rd, your grandma is going
helped to bring about that
ike a good soldier."
ut and took him in her arms
n on tiptoes his grandma
nd he was a very happy boy
rian.
\N OF THE SOUTH.
WHY FATHER'S I
"Now, be careful," cauti
Clara and Fritz a basket c<
"Don't cross the tracks ii
gine."
Father was very busy tl
to finish some doors for a i
mother to send his dinner
Clara and Fritz promis
went down the street plai
with?" They were as fai
the tracks.
"Stop," Clara cried sudc
her side of the basket.
thcr said. Don't cross the
or a train," she reminded
Fritz looked up quickly,
a monster engine. "Let's
and wait until it goes awa
The game went on to th
"I hope father's coffee
anxiously, as they started
They did not know that
shop door twice to see if tl
mm: uc Stepped OUt OH til
of a familiar straw hat a
"Why don't you come o
when he was within callii
noyancc in the tone, for 1
just stopped to play.
The children stared in
to cross in front of an er
the one on the track. ">
on."
Then father laughed a
dren looked at him in a
won't run over you," he sj
is no fire in it and nobod;
engine is called a 'dead' ei
starved if you had waited
ed Clara and Fritz up to
and they laughed, too.
"The children did just
and that was the iniporta
rah N. McCreery, in Sund;
THE MACHINE V
"I like to sew when ther
it runs so easily," said a li
A good many people, I 1
ning their machines withe
When I hear a boy talki
things he would do if he
circumstances were only c
every daily duty and avoid
he is running his machine
t ? ~:-i
" i a ^iii v ci y
ready to do anything for a
agreeable in her home, she
without any thread.
Ah, this sewing withoui
and the life machine will
lsjKnr fi'tno inrl A ...111
, viiiiv, onu IUILC, Will
lost.?The Friend for Boy
11
>INNER WAS LATE.
ioned mother, as she handed
overed with a dainty napkin,
n front of a train or an enlat
(lav at tile furturv
_ J "3
new house, and he had asked
down by the chilrdcn.
;ed to be careful, and they
/ing "The boat came loaded
r as "H," when they came to
lenly, and she pulled back on
ifou are forgetting what mo!
tracks in front of an engine
him.
and, sure enough, there was
sit on the edge of the walk
iy," he suggested,
e end, but the engine stayed,
won't get cold," said Clara,
ci new j^aiue.
father had looked out of the
hey were coming. The third
le walk, and he caught sight
nd some short brown curls,
n with my dinner?" he asked
tig distance. There was anlie
thought the children had
surprise. "Mother said not
igine," and Clara pointed to
Are are waiting for it to go
nd laughed, while the chilstonishment.
"That engine
lid, wiping his eyes. "There
y to run it. That kind of an
igine. I guess I would have
until it moved on." He liftlook
at the "dead" engine,
as they were told, anyway,
nt thing," said mother.?Saay
School Times.
WITHOUT THREAD.
e is no thread in the machine,
ttle girl.
think, are pretty fond of runHit
thread.
ing very largely of the grand
nnltr rAiilrl o -*A 4.1*" ? ?? *
vuuiu auu 11 UIIII^S <111(1
lifferent, and then neglecting
ing work and lessons, I think
without any thread,
sweet and pleasant abroad,
w stranger, and cross and dis:,
too, is running her machine
t thread is very easy indeed,
make a great buzzing! But
in the end be far worse than
J ?
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