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if that wasn't bad enough, Helen threw me into
the corner and couldn't think of anything but
a brand new wax doll, with golden curls, blue
eyes and rosy cheeks. She called her 'Lily,'
and, to this day, if I hear that name I am jealous
and feel little shivers as I did that day I
was forgotten. However, I was not to rest
long; Diana (she was the nurse) picked me up,
Washed me, hung me by the fire, and when I
Was dry, stuffed me aerain: rIip rmf iti n in*
little btindles tied with red tripe and had jnst
finished when in came a little girl abont the
size of Helen, but oh ! so thin and pale ahd cold.
Diana took her in her lap, pulled ofT the worn
shoes and stockings, and let her toast her
footies before the blazing wood-fire. Then she
gave me to her, saying, 'Janey, Santa Claus
couldn't find your house last night, but, honey,
be dun lef this for you.' And again I was unpacked,
and these ate some of the words I've
hevet forgotten:
" "Oh! this fot me!' 'Oh! the darling, darling
little thimble!' 'A real pair of stockings,
without any boles in 'urn!' 'Some chocolate
drops! Some to eat and some to give away!'
'0 you lovely, shining pennies! Now T can buy
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uiuiuci buiiio meuiciner ana "A tiny dolly!
Oh! isn't Santa Claus jolly?'
"Helen came in with Lily in her arms, and
Janey thought she held a real baby. ITelen let
her have Lily for a few moments, though I
could see it was hard work to give her up.
And then 1 went home with Janey, and Janey 'a
tnottiel* hashed me again, and put me away
tHth a label sewed on. The label said: 'This
is the stocking that made Janey ro happy. May
it be filled every year!' And, just last week,
another little Janey found me, and T heard her
say, '"Why, Grannie, here's the stocking you've
told me about so many times, and, as Christmas
cbmes next week, let's fill it up to the top for
some poor, shivering little girl.' So tomorrow
I'm to have an operation?'darning,' 1 believe
it is called?and I hope T won't bnrst. when
they stuff me once more. I wonder what they'll
Letters
- W."u.^iw.n V.w ,'ff 1 " U ' ? 1 1
Dtear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
$reftta old. t go id school. teacher is Mr.
B. M. Cheatham. I am in the fourth gfftdfei. 1
will answer Wayne Martin's question, Who
was hung on his own gallows ? Ilaaman. I will
also ask a question, Who took Jesug from the
cross and buried him!
" ^Tbiir iittie friend,
Watts, S. C. Mildred Wilson.
Bear Presbyterian: I am a little boy 5 years
old. I will try and write a letter if I can think
of something nice to sh^ 1 hoi>e sottie drijr i
|b tb ickool and learn how to write a letter.
My Uncle John takes the Presbyterian and I
like to hear Aunt Sarah read the little boys'
and girls letters. I will close, hoping to hear
thy letter read in the Presbyterian. I have two
sweet little sisters; their names are May and
Dorah. I have some little cousins, who are
going to write some letters. Hope I will hear
them read in the Presbyterian. Goodby,
Your little friend,
Donalds, S. C. Calvin Robinson.
Dear Presbvterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. I am in the fourth grade at school.
I go every day and Sunday, too. My pastor is
Rev. Melton Clark, and my teacher is Miss
May Noris Richardson. I go to the Presbyterian
church. W? have thirty-two girls and boys in
Qpr room. Mother takes your paper and I en
pkfcafiffiRlAW Of TH? a c
find to put in, and what little girl will call me
her merry Christmas T
"If I don't hold out, please get a new stocking
in my place, for you can always find some
poor Janey to be made happy.
"These are my parting words, for even now
I am dropping, dropping?stitches. I feel that
1 am past heeling (healing) and that I cannot
long hold toe (to) getlier!"?"Written for The
Christian Intelligencer, by Helen Elizabeth
Coolidge.
FORGOTTEN,
I des so weak en sinful,
Of else so old and po'
Dat Mister Chris'mus done fergit
De numbef of my do*.
I tell him, "Heah I Is, fifth?
You been d's way befo'."
But Mister Chris'mus done fergit
De number on my do'.
I see blm fin' the rich folks
Dat des don't want no mo'!
fitit?good Lawd knows he done fergit
De number on my do'!
I wonders, en 1 wonderg
Des why he slight mfi so?
I hopeg de Dawd'll show him'
De number on my do'!
?Atlanta Constitution.
SOME LARNIN'.
"Buddie," aged four, a little neighbor of the
missionaries at St. Augustine's School, Raleigh,
carae home from school one day feeling very
dejected. Ilis mother asked, "What's the matter?"
and he replied:
"I ain't got no larnin'." But in a few minutes
he began to count?one, two, three, four,
five, six. His face brightened as he looked up,
and exclaimed: "Yes, I is got some lamin';
I can count to 6ix!"?Young Christian Soldier.
LOVING SERVICE.
A lady was walking homeward from a shopping
excursion, carrying two or three packages
in her band, while by her side walked her
little boy. The child was weary; the little feet
* From The CI
joy reddling it, and especially the letters from
the children. 1 will olnse mv lnttor hnnintr it
will be published in your paper to surprise
father. "With love for The Presbyterian,
Your unknown friend,
Greensboro, N. C. 5vfil^n Thacker.
Dear Presbyterian i i firn a littloboy 7 years
fild, Calvin and Bessie are my cOiteiM. Aunt
Sarah is writing. I will ask her to write Hie
a nice letter. I am going to school and trying to
learn how to write a letter. My papa is a
fafrrtigi1 and rtidkes lots Of cotton. I hope to
grow fast and help him In the fdrnrt. I have
a nice pet horse. Ilis name is Charley. 1 can
ride well and drive a buggy anywhere. "We
are all here at Grandma Robinson's, and are having
letters written for the Presbyterian. Hope to
hear them read in The Presbyterian. I have
three little brothers and no sisters.
Your friend,
Hodges, S. C. Romly Gaddis.
Dear Presbyterian: As I have never written
to you before, I will write to you now. I am a
little girl nine years old. I have no pet, but
mother's baby is our pet. "We think that she is
the best little baby in the world. I go to Sun
day school every Sunday. My Sunday school
teacher is Mrs. Thornwell. I like her fine. My
father takes your paper. I love to read the
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began to lag, and aoon 8 walling cry arose:
'41'm tired! T want somebody to let me wide
home!"
The mother looked about her, but there was
no street car going in her direction. She took
one of the parcels and gave it to the child.
"Mamma is tired, too, and "Willie must help
her to get home. She is glad she has a brave
little man to help her carry the bundles."
Instantly the little fellow straightened, his;
step quickened, and he reached for the offered
parcel, saying stoutly:
"I'll tarry 'era all, mamma."
"Is the homeward way wearyT Try to lighten
another's burden, and the lovingeervice shall
smooth thine own path."?Lutheran' Observer.
WHAT MOTHER RECEIVED.
"Mother gets up first," said the new offloe boy..
"She lights the fire and gets my breakfast so I
can get here early. Then she gets father up,
gets his breakfast, and sends him off. Then she
and the baby have their breakfast."
"What is your pay here?"
"I get $3.00 a week and father gets $3.00 a
day"
"IIow much does your mother get?"
"Mother," he said indignantly, "why she
don't hav? to work for anybody."
"O! I thought you just told me she wwketl
for the whole family everry morning."
"0! that's for us; but there ain't no money
Ttl flint " C-"'."
... ?><* ?. M-Jjusfiu/iyt,
AT CHRYSTEMESSE TYDE.
Two sorrie Thynges there be?
Ay, three:
A Neste from which ye fledgelings have been taken,
A Lamb forsaken,
A Petal from ye Wilde Rose rudolie shaken?
These are the three.
gladde Thynges there may be more?
Ay, four:
A Lsrhd above ye old Neste blithely singings
A Wilde Rose clinging ' 1
In flafatle to ye Rock, a Shepherde bringing
A Lambd, found, in his arms, and Chrystemesse- ' ,
Bells' fl-rlnging. 5
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stories and also the story corner. I have three
sisters and no brothers. I ro to school every
day and we are going to have two days for
Thanksgiving. I am going to spend one day
with my aunt and uncle in the country.
Your little unknown friend, v
Winnsborp, S. C. Louise Peay.
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Dear Pfesbyjerian: I am a little girl tetf
years old. I go to school. My teacher is Miss
Eavns. I have two brothers and no sisters.
My mother takes The Presbyterian. I will
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est book in the Bible?
Your little unknown friend,
Blacksburg, Va. Virginia Pritchard.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl 7 years
old. I will try to write a letter. I am going
to start to school; it is my first school; hope
I will like to go and learn and be a teachersome
day. I think teaching school would be
nice. Calvin Robinson is my cousin, we live
two miles apart. I have 2 little sweet brothers
nnmfvl .Tnmps nnH TTnvwnrrl T am lpnrnincr tn
help mamma cook and sew. My Uncle John
Robinson takes the Presbyterian, and I like to
hear the boys' and girls' letters read. I hope
some day I will know how to write a letter.
Your litle friend,
Donalds, S. C. Bessie Poore.