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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 ? -* i s