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see and do many things in such a place. And
when those two men whom father had saved
knelt by my bed with their prayers of thanksgiving,
I was so glad that I had put by the
tears and kept my eyes bright to see the things
which God wanted me to see. So, while the
house rocked in the blizzard, we knew He was
with us, and prayed for those lost in the
snow."
Mr. Grant stepped to the door as the man
who was to take him to Rutledge drove up,
flourishing his whip toward the bright sky, and
whistling a merry tune.
"1 am to wait here until nftemnnn Mr
Hendricks," he said. If the weather is fine
after dinner, come around for me. We can
then reach Rutledge before dark. Whether we
go or not you shall be generously paid."
"All right," the driver laughed, with some
extra flourishes with his whip. "I'll be here
at one o'clock sharp?right on the dot!"
And his song and the chiming sleighbells
echoed down the street.
Helen's father came in just then, and Mr.
Grant listened eagerly to the stories which he
had to tell of the storms which he had known
since he had come to South Dakota. But each
mention of lives saved led the father back to
the glad truth, "It was my child's watchfulness
and faith which taught us all these things
by which we have given cheer and help to
others."
And then suddenly a great wall of wind and
whirling snow flung itself across the prairie;
the little home of the Rays creaked and quivered
; all the glowing sky grew dark, and gust
after gust of wind shrieked and rushed onward
to toss and beat into powdery fineness
the myriad flakes o* snow.
"Thank God for the eyes that watched thi
diving smoke from a sick bed," Mr. Grant
said many times during that storm. And
when at last the wind died down into sobs
and wails, and the faint sunlight staggered
across the deeply frosted window panes, he
said with tears of joy shining on his face, "It
will he the day after Thanksgiving when I see
my sister at Rutledge; but without your faith
I should never have seen her. Oh, may the
dear Master, who has brought me through
this storm, help me to keep my eyes clear to
see His ways of helping as this, His dear child,
has done."?Selected.
: ! i Letters
Dear Presbyterian: You will find enclosed
two dollars for a new subscriber, and the doll
baby?I want one with blue eyes and golden
hair. 1 am a little girl nine years old. I go
to the Presbyterian Sunday school. Our pastor's
name is Rev. A. W. Wood, and we love
him dearly. Thanking you kindly for the
dolly, Your little friend,
Oak Dale, Va. Lolita Deacon.
t. ?
Dear Presbyterian: 1 am a little girl nine
years old. I go to school. My teacher is Miss
Evelyn Baird. I like her fine. I am in the
fifth grade. I go to Sunday school at Bethesda
church. It-is five miles. Our pastor is Dr.
Mftflftflflp M17 toonVior io nrtV TVIVsi Mn
Curdy. I will answer Virginia Pritchard's
question. The CXVII Psalm is the shortest
hook. I will ask a question: How many times
is cucumber mentioned 1 I hope you will print
my letter for I want to surprise my mother.
Your unknown friend,
Jump, Va. Virginia Elizabeth Walker.
RESBYTERIAN OF THE SO
HOW TO HELP.
To hav? willing foot,
A smile that Is sweet,
A kind, pleasant word
For all that you meet?
That's what it Is to be helpful.
in a mild, gentle way,
To help through the day,
To make some one happy
In work or In play?
That's what It is to be helpful.
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PURITY OF SPEECH.
Purity of speech means something more than
xne omission ot vulgar phrases that ought not
to be used by auy self-respecting person. A
young girl should carefully avoid falling into
slangy or careless modes of speech. You can
shut your eyes and tell whether the woman
next to you is a lady (or, should T say, a
gentleman?) by listening to her conversation.
There has been in recent years a reaction
against the word "lady," because it has often
been misapplied. There is rally no reason why
we should not use it in describing an attractive,
polite and agreeable woman.
A charming writer has given the definition
of lady as woman in a high state of civilization.
I am sure you prefer to be considered highly
civilized to being thought savage and barbarous.
When a girl says: "Gee whiz," "It was
something fierce," or "You're up against it,"
you need nothing more to convince von that
she is not altogether a lady. She may he a
good-hearted, well-meaning girl, but, friends,
she proclaims to the universe that she is common.
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Nobody wants to be stamped as common. To
say to anyone that she is kind-hearted, good- 1
natured, willing to serve a friend, and that '
she honestly pays her way, is to say that she
is a respectable member of society, but to add J
to this that she is common and ordinary, is to *
indicate a fatal defect.
Purity of speech requires the omission of 1
slang and silly superfluous phrases. The latter,
while perhaps not profane, are often not re- <
fined, and show that one's associations have
been with ill-bred persons. ?
To think before you speak is an excellent ?
rule. i
You should make up your mind once for all ;
to use only grammatical words and phrases 1
From The Ch
Dear Presbyterian: T am a little boy eight
years old. I go to school. My teacher's name ;
is Miss Genevieve Ott. I am in the second i
grade. My mother takes your good paper. I
like to read the children's letters in it. I have '
one brother and three sisters. This is my first
letter. I hope it will not reach the waste
basket, as I want to surprise papa and mama.
Your little unknown friend,
John Graham Goodman.
Buena Vista, Va. '
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Dear Presbvt#?rinn t ???? -- ?1
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friend, Wallace McCurdy McCutchan. I go to <
school every day that I can. I am in fifth 1
grade. My teacher is Miss Nellie Lee and I 1
like her very much. I live about three miles f
from school, and have to ride horseback. T en- .1
joy reading the children's stories very much, f
I will close by asking a question. Who was i
taken up in to heaven alive? ^
Fort Defiance, Va.
Wallace McCurdy McCutchan.
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to represent the thing you inean to say. Never
say, "hadn't ought," or "ain't," or use a
singular verb with a plural noun.
Most girls have gone through the grammar
school, if not further, and they have been
taught what is right and what is wrong in
framing sentences in English.
Vocabulary is another matter.
We acquire a good stock of words for daily
use, a working vocabulary; that is, partly by
our own pains and care, and partly by listening
to others who use good language and partK.
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uy every-aay reading a lew pages iu a book
that is worth attention. I
No matter how busy one is, she should try .
to keep one good book on hand and read it I
through page by page, although to do so may I
occupy several weeks. More than most people
think they enrich their vocabulary by regular- I
ly attending church services. The habit of
listening to sermons does more for you than its I
object, which is to lift the mind into an atmosphere
of devotion.
It adds little by little to your treasury of I
beautiful and well-chosen words.?New York
Evening Telegram. I
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God who rules the worlds, who taketh up the |
isles as a very little thing, who governs the
waxing and waning of empires, in whose hand
are the hearts of kings and princes?in his con- U
sideration and his care gives nothing precedence
to the life of a little child.?W. C. Piggott. J|
THE FIRST FRUITS. IJ
A beautiful and significant instance of translating
the Bible into present application and H
action was the case of little Selma W., whose
father read to her the old Jewish law about $ j
jiving first fruits to God. She had a strawberry *
bed in her garden, and when the first berries
were rins hpr eictof . "oi. -n?j'
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Mow you will have those sweet red berries to
sat!" I
"Oh, no!" Selma replied. "I don't eat the
first fruits; I shall give them to God." I
"How can you give them to God?" her sister
asked.
"There is poor old Mrs. Nordon, who is so
sick and poor, and never has anything nice. I
shall carry them to her. Jesus says, 'Inasmuch
is ye have done it unto one of the least of these,
ye have done it unto me.' That is the way I
want to give him my first strawberries.''
tildren I 1 *
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy nine
years old. \Ve take your paper. I like to
read the little letters. Our dear pastor, Dr.
Abner C. Hopins, died last Monday, December
Ith. He bad been the pastor of this church for
15 years. We loved him dearly.
Your little friend,
Charles Town, W. Va. James A. Higgs.
Dear Presbyterian: I am writing my first
etter to you and will try and not make it too
ong. I am a little girl eleven years old. I go
;o school and Sunday school. My school teach;r
is Mr. Walter Vance and my Sunday teach;r
is my Aunt Mattie McCoy. Christmas is
very near and I hope everyone will eniov it.
I have not missed a Sunday from Sunday
ichool since July. We have a Westminster
league here. We are going to use your suggestion
for an entertainment. I will close by
isking a question: How many times is the
vord ''Mary" printed in the Bible?
Your unknown friend,
Franklin, W. Va. Marguerite Boggs.