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not seem to have an answer ready. So the child
helped him by (asking:
"Is it 'cause you like to be a policeman?"
"Yes," said the man. Then, as if afraid of
any more questions, he took out the key of the
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to explain that they were to put on bad boys
when he took them away.
"You won't take me away," said the little
fellow bravely, looking him straight in the face.
"I am a good boy."
"No, my boy, I won't take you. "Whom do
you belong to?" asked the big man smiling at
he mite.
1oug to Jesus," said the child.
got very red in the face, and
rising 1 mped on the wharf at Island
Park.
You see, dear children, that the sermon was
only four words. Could any of you preach it?
?Sunday-school Times.
SOME CLEVER CATCHES.
A young lady was once talking with a very
young and very smart man, who was inclined to
air his knowledge of the languages a little bevond
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fore said to him with an air of deference to his
superior attainments:
"You are a Latin scholar. I wish you would
tell me how to pronounce the word so-met-i-mes."
The youth with a kindly ear of patronage,
replied, "I have not met the word in my Latin
reading, but I should have no hesitation in saying
that it should be pronounced So-met-i-mes."
(giving it in four syllables, the accent on the
second.)
"Thank you for telling me," replied the
girl demurely. "I have always heard it pronounced
sometimes, but if you say the other
way that mnst be right."
This is similar to the perhaps familiar catch
of "bac-kac-he," which will often surprise the
unitiated by proving it to only be backache. It
Letters
Dear Presbyterian: I have written to your paper
before.
I am eight years old now. I am writing this
all by myself. My mama wrote for me before.
When school opens I will have a new teacher
and will be sorry for I love my old teacher very
much.
Our school was out the 19th of May and I
sure was glad, for I didn't have any of my
brothers or sisters big enough to go with me. I
will answer Emma Martin's question: Judas
betrayed his Master.
I will also ask a question: "Who was Jesus'
I Mother? I will close hoping to see my letter in
print.
Your little friend,
Antreville, S. C. Myra Williams.
Dear Presbyterian: This is ray second letter
to you. I am six years old. I have two little
sisters, one named Louise Thorn well, who is three
years old, my little baby sister, named Mary
Sims, is just one year old. Our old bftack
cat has six little kittens. Don't you think
that is enough kittens. We go to Sunday-school
and preaching at Fort Mill. The roads are good
now but they are mighty bad in the winter but
we hardly ever miss a service. Mr. Hafner is
our pastor. Mrs. Anne Spratt is our Sunday
school teacher. I will close, hoping this will not
reach the waste basket. Your friend,
Virginia Hamilton Barber.
Fort Mill, S. C. \
'KESBYTEfil&N OF THE 8C
also reminds me of a question printed some years
since, as to the way of spelling "need"?to
need bread. The average person will reply "k-ne-a-d,
of course," but the answer will be "that
is the wtay to spell knead dough, but not to need
bread."
A young lady recently mislead a family in a
most heartless way. She remarked, "I had a letter
today, (and how do you imagine the little
preposition ' to' was spelled!''
"Too," suggested mama.
"Two," suggested papa.
"Tew," "Teu," "Tu." ventured various
voices.
Lilly, who was much engaged in her French
lessons just then suggested "tout," and Tom,
in derision, improved upon that with "teue,"
declaring that that must be right in order to
rhyme with "pueue."
"All wrong," exclaimed the young lady, when
the alphabet and ingenuity were all exhausted
Just then Teddy, who had been soberly absorbed
in his bread and honey, and who was in
his first term of school, and wrestling with the
problem of words with two letters, raised his
head, and with an air of decision and importance,
gravely spelled, "T-o, to."
"Yes," cried the young lady with a peal of
laughter.
"Why," exclaimed the others in dismayed
chorus, "that is the right way to spell it!"
"Exactly," she replied; "and that is the
way my correspondent spelled it. You do not
suppose I correspond with persons who cannot
even spell the word to correctly, do you?"
?TIarpcr's Young People.
A DROP OF INK.
"I don't see why you won't let me play with
Robert Scott," pouted Walter Brown. "I know
he does not always mdnd his mother, and smokes
cigairs, and sometimes swears. But I have been
brought up better than that. He won't hurt me
and I should think you would trust me. Perhaps
r From The Ct
Dear Presbyterian: As I have never written to
you I will write now. I love to read the children's
letters. I go to Sunday school every Sunday. T
am trying to get a Testament before Xmas. I
want to ask a question: "What good little boy was
sold by his brothers ? Please print my letter; for
my mother and father are away and I want to
surprise them when they come home.
Your friend,
Fairfield, Ya. Andrew McClung.
Dear Presbyterian: My aunt takes your dear
paper. I enjoy reading the letters and stories
very much. I have four pets, a dog, two little
kids and a kitten. I will answer Blanche Jeannette
Black's ouestion. Manasseh was 12 wVion
he began to reign. I will close by asking some
questions: What great sin did David commit?
Who was the first boy king? Who did Darius put
in the lion's den?
You little friend,
Manning, S. C. Mary Lillis Plowden.
Bear Presbyterian: I am a little boy 8 years
old. I have two little pet chiekens. I will ansswer
Charlotte Telford's question. Queen Jezebel
was killed by being thrown out of a high
window. I have two brothers living and one
dead. I will ask a question: Who was thrown
overboard on a shipt
Millforn, Ellis County, Tex. Ralph E. Morrel.
Dear Presbyterian: I thought I would write a
letter a long time ago, but I never got a chance
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I can do him good."
"Walter," said his mother, "take this glass
of pure water, and put just one drop of ink into
it." He did so
'' O mother, who would have thought one drop
would blacken a whole glass so!"
"Yes; it has changed the color of the whole,
has it not? It is a shame to do that. Just put
one drop of clear water in it and restore its
purity." said his mother.
"Why, mother, you are laughing at me. One
drop, nor a dozen, nor fifty won't do that."
"No, my son; and therefore I cannot allow
one drop of Robert Scott's evil nature to mingle
with your careful training, many drops of
which will make no impression on him."?
Tlerald and Presbyter.
A FIERCE BIRD.
The eagle is very large and very strong. Many
years ago in Scotland an eagle carried off a baby.
Some people were making hay in a field and
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Away off to the north were some high and rocky
hills where the eagles had a nest. The eagle saw
the baby and down he dame and cought her in
his great strong claws and flew away to the
hills.
All the people nan after him, but the way was
so steep and rough that pretty soon they got
tired and all went back bnt the baby's mother.
She climbed up the steep rocks and by and by
she reached the eagle's nest. Three young eagles
were in it and there right among them lay her
bahy. She snatched the baby up and started
to go down ; but soon she lost her way. She could
not find the path. Just then a sheep came along
with a little lamb and the mother thought: "The
sheep knows where to go with her little lamb: I
will follow her." So she wnlknd oIatk*
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the sheep and they got back to the hay-field all
right.
This hahv lived to be a very pretty grown up
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tildren
to. I have been reading the letters and stories
and I like them very much. Who had to go out
with his mother and live in the wilderness and
why? My mama is my teacher and my papa is
our minister. I have eight little chickens.
Your unknown friend,
Citronella, Ala. Elsie Rowe.
Dear Presbyterian: I am fifteen years old. I
enjoy reading the Presbyterian paper and especially
the Children's Cozy Corner. I am living
with my married sister, Mrs. Leslie Mann.
Our fond and devoted mother died last October.
I hope some day to meet her in that bright and
celestial Home. I am a member of Roanoke
Presbyterian Church. Rev. B. F. Bedinger is
our pastor. He is an excellent preacher. He
has taken in a good many members since he was
ordained as pastor. I have three sisters and one
brother. Mv brother is verv ill nnur Tm'a fat./..
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My youngest sister Flossie is also with ?8 from
Hat Creek. There have been a series of meetings
at our church recently, during which four
made a profession of their faith. As this Is
my first letter T will not write too much. Hoping
to see it in print. I will also ask two questions.
Of what does the Lord's Supper remind
us? Who ministered to the Lord when a child?
T will also answer Eunice McCalrey's question,
Who went to Heaven in a chariot of fire? Elijah.
T remain an unknown friend,
Paul H. Collins.
Brooknoal, Va., R. F. D. No. 3.
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