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Our Boys
WHO WILLIAM IS.
When William clears the table
And carries out each plate,
And piles the cups and saucers,
He says his name is Kate!
And when he dons his overcoat
And mits and leggings trim,
And sallies forth to carry wood,
Why, then, his name is Jim!
But when he dresses in his best,
With collar stiff and white,
To promenade upon the street,
He's William Horace Dwight!
?Little Men and Women.
THE BRAVE FISHERGIRL.
On the coast of Normandy, near Granville,
the rise and fall of the tide are very great, being
about forty-four feet at spring tides. It
comes in very rapidly, and at particular places
may be seen making up in a great wave two
or three feet high. In a book on Normaudy
the following adventure is narrated of two
English gentlemen:
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manner in which sandeels were caught, and
examining the structure of the rocks, which
were like sponges, when of a sudden, one of
them, whose name was Cross, shouted:
"I forgot the tide, and here it comes!" His
companion, whose name was Hope, turned towards
the sea, and saw a stream of water running
at a rapid rate, and replied, quickly:
"I suppose we had better be off."
"If we can," replied Cross, "by crossing the
rocks we may yet be in time."
They began to scramble up the rocks and
walked as fast as they could toward the nearest
shore; but it was sometime before they
reached the highest point. On gaining it they
looked around and saw that the sand was not
yet covered, though lines of blue water here
and there, showed how fcist it was rising. They
hastened on, but had not arone far when thev
found that the sand was now in narrow strips,
with sheets of water between, but seeing a girl
before them who was familiar with the beach,
they cried:
"We shall do yet," and ran forward.
The girl, however, instead of going toward
the shore was running to meet them, and almost
out of breath cried:
"The wave! the wave! it is coming! Turn,
turn, turn?, or we are lost!"
They did turn, and saw out at sea a large
wave rolling toward the shore. Out of breath
as they were, they yet increased their speed
as tney retraced tneir steps towards the rocks
they had just left. The little girl had passed
them and led the way. The two friends strained
every nerve to keep pace with her, for as
they neared the rock the wave still rolled towards
them, the sand becoming gradually covered.
Their last few steps were knee-deep in water.
"Quick! quick !" said the girl; "there is the
passage to cross, and if the second wave comes
we shall be too late.
She ran on for a hundred yards till she came
hack to a crack in the rock six or seven feet
wide, aloncr whieh the wafpr woo inoViin nw ?
mill sluice.
"We are lost!" said the girl; "I cannot cross,
there is a passage to cross; it will carry me
away."
"Is it deep?"
"Not very," she said; "but it is too strong."
Cross lifted the girl into his arms, plunged
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into the stream, and, though the water was up
to his waist, he was soon across. His companion
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"Come on, come on!" cried the girl; we are
nearly lost!" and she led the way to the highest
point of the rocks, and on reaching it, cried,
"We are safe now."
All were thoughtful for a moment, as they
saw the danger which God had delivered them
from; looking around the sand was one sheet
of water.
"We are quite safe here," said the girl;
"but we will have to stay three or four hours
before we can go to the shore."
"What made you forget the tide?" said
Cross; "you must know the coast well."
"I did not forget it," she replied; "but I
feared as you were strangers you would be
drowned, and I ran back to tell you what to
do."
"And did you risk your life to save ours?"
said Hope, the tears starting to his eyes.
"I thought at any rate I should get here,"
she replied ; "but I was nearly too late."
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xiope iook tne mtie girl in ins arms and kissed
her, and said, "We owe you our lives, hrave
little maid."
Meanwhile the water was rising rapidly until
it almost touched their feet.
"There is no fear," said the girl; "the point
of the rocks is always dry."
"Cold comfort," said Hope, looking at them;
"but what shall we do for our young friend?"
he said to Mr. Cross.
"If we put all the money in our pocket into
a handkerchief and tie it around her neck, it
will warm her, I warrant, for she looks cold
enough."
One of them had twenty, and the other seventeen
francs, and binding these in a knot, Mr.
Hope passed it around her neck. On receiving
it she blushed with delight, kissed both their
hands and cried:
"How happy mother will be!"
Just then a wave rolled past, and the water
began to run along the little platform they were
sitting upon; they rose and mounted on the
rocky points, and had scarcely reached them
when the water was a foot deep where they
had just been seated. Another wave came?
the water was within six inches of their feet.
"It is a terrible high tide," said the girl;
'' but if we hold together we shall not be washed
away."
On looking to the shore they saw a great
many people clustered together on the nearest
point; a faint sound of cheers was heard and
mey couia see nats and handkerchiefs waved
to them.
"The tide has turned," said the girl; "and
they are shouting to cheer us."
She was right; in five minutes the place was
dry. They had some hours to wait before they
could venture on the sand and it was quite dark
before they reached the beach; but at length,
guided by the lights on the shore, they gained
their own home in safety, not unmindful of him
who says to the proud waves, "Hitherto shalt
thou come but no further, and here shall the
proud waves be stayed." The friends handsomely
rewarded the little fishergirl, whose
name was Matilda, for her bravery.?Our Mes
senger.
"Wherever a Jewish reformer dropped a
thought it became a battlefield.?Dr. Kinnery.
OUTU [October 11, 1911
JIMMY'S TEMPTATION.
"There, there!" said mother, "it is no use
crying about it, Jimmy. You should have been
more careful.
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boiling for dinner began to bubble noiselessly,
and mother hurried off to attend to it.
Jimmy went out into the garden and took up
his ball. But you can't play ball happily with
two pennies as big as a bouse rolling one on
each side of you like great wheels growling.
"We weren't your pennies, and you've told
a story! We weren't your pennies, and you've
cheated your mother!"
In the street it was no better. Even the
wheels of the big drays and the clatter of the
eoal carts and the buzz of a passing motor car
could not drown the angry voices of these tremendous
pennies which followed Jimmy everywhere.
When mother came to the back garden gate
and called out that it was dinner time, and thai
father had come home, the pennies seemed to
get bigger than ever.
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able to get inside the back door with those two
huge pennies by his side, and when father,
cried, "Hello, sonny," in his cheery voice, Jimmy
could scarcely believe that father could not
see those two dreadful coins which stalked into
the dining room with him.
"Anything the matter, sonny?" asked father
presently at dinner.
"Yes," said mother; "Jimmy has lost another
twopence this morning. And only three
weeks ago he lost sixpence."
"Oh, dear, dear," said father, but Jimmy
saw that his eyes were twinkling as he glanced
at mother. "Oh, dear!" he said again
"But not eating your dinner won't find the
pennies, Jimmy," he added as he saw that
Jimmy's plate was nearly as full as at first.
But Jimmy's lips trembled too much for him
to eat any dinner. Evidently father did not
know that the two huge pennies stood behind
Jimmy's chair, saying, "You stole your
mother's pennies and you let her think a story.
You didn't lose the pennies and you're cheating
your father.
Not even a beautiful red currant pudding
with lovely sweet sauce had power to tempt
Jimmy to eat, for the dreadful pennies told
him that he had had his share of good things
for that day, and had shown himself quite
greedy enough as it was without taking any of
kind mothers good pudding and sauce.
As Jimmy was leaving the table father put
his hand into his pocket and brought out the
Saturday penny.
"Here you are, sonny!" but you don't deserve
it. von know "
Jimmy knew that he didn't deserve much
better than father knew. He picked up the penny
and took it to his mother.
"That is one of your pennies, mother," he
said, his eyes downcast.
Mother hesitated. She wasn't going to take
it. But father nodded quickly, so she did.
"It will teach the little chap to be more careful,"
he said, when Jimmy had hurried from
the room. Mother smiled, a tear trembling on
her eyelashes. "He is such a good little fellow,
and so sensitive," she pleaded, "but I dare
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Jimmy had gone upstairs to his playroom. He
did not feel quite so unhappy now that one of
the terrible pennies had stopped taunting
him. But the other one kept saying: "You've
paid the penny hack, hut your'e cheating them
all the same. You're letting them think that
you really did lose the pennies."
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