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KATRINKA AND THE GHOST
BT DAISY WRIGHT FIELD.
Katrinka had not been long over from the
Fatherland, and the homesick tears kept creeping,
unbidden, into her eyes, as she hummed one
of her native songs softly, over the ironing board.
Rodney and Raymond were watching her from
their nest in the apple tree that shaded the
kitchen window..
"Gee, she's raw!" eiaculated Rndrlv
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up and down on a branch, and taking another
bite out of the side of a crimson-cheeked apple.
Ray nodded, with the wisdom of nine years.
"Yes, she's as green as they turn 'em out. I
heard her tell mamma the other day that she
believed in spirits?ghosts, you know!"
"Did she really, now?" exclaimed Roddy, almost
incredulously. "Say, we'll have some fun
out of her. We'll play ghost some night and
scare her out of what little wit shes got," and
he laughed silently at the picture in his imagination.
That evening it was later than usual when
Katrinka ventured out to milk the cows. It was
quite dark in the bam, especially in the comers,
and the German girl, timid and superstitious,
glanced fearfully toward the dark recesses, as
she milked the gentle Jerseys.
Suddenly her eyes widened, her jaw fell, and
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uer race grew as white as death. From one of
the dark corners came a deep, blood-curdling
moan. Then, before she could move or make
a sound, a sheeted figure slowly advanced, showing
faintly against the background of shadows.
At this ghastly vision the milk pail fell from
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Dear Presbyterian: My mother takes your
paper, and she reads the stories to us, and we
enjoy hearing them; this is my first letter. How
many Marys are there in the Bible 7 I am seven
years old. Good-by.
Glasgow, Va. , Tyree Moose.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl 7 years
old. I go to school every day. My teacher is
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My Sunday school teacher is Cousin Eunice
Youngblood. We are having snow down here now.
We found two little blue birds almost frozen
and we brought them in the house. We will keep
them until it gets warmer and we will let them
go. Your little friend,
Filbert, S. C. Mary Jackson.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eleven
years old. I go to Sunday school and my teacher's
name is Miss Lonie Miller and I like her fine.
My grandpa and gradma take your paper. I
love to read the little children's letters. I go
to school every day and my teacher's name is
Cousin Annie Jackson. I like her fine. As this
iR my first letter to you I hope to see it in print.
Your unknown friend,
Filbert, S. C. Bettie L. Jackson.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a litle cripple boy
eleven years old. I go to Sunday school when
I am able to walk; my teacher's name is Miss
Eva Loyd. Our pastor's name is Rev. R. A.
Brown and we love him dearly. I have lots of
Indian Runner ducks. We are going to set an
incubator with 240 eggs and we will have lots
4 of little ducks soon. Our aunt is visiting us from
Clio, 8. C.. and we all love her so much.
Your little friend,
Way crows, Ga. Otto Hugh**.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE S<
ber hand, its contents deluging the barn floor.
But in her terror she realized nothing except
that she was at last face to face with one of the
dreaded spectres she had so often rend about, or
pictured, but never seen. She would have shrieked,
but her stiffened tongue clove to the roof
of her dry mouth; she would have run, but her
trembling limbs, paralyzed by her terror, remained
rooted to the spot, leaden and icy. The sheeted
figure turned and disappeared through a
door in the back of the barn, and Katrinka,
breaking the trance that bound her, burst out of
tne barn with a shriek.
The next moment she heard a wild cry.
"Katrinka?help?save me!" and she perceived
the "ghost" in wild flight around the barn, pursued
by an angry bull, who had been penned be
hind the barn, but had broken down his barriers
in a desperate effort to reach this strange enemy
in the flowing white robes. Instantly, she was
enlightened as to the whole situation?she recognized
Roddy's voice, and the trick he had played,
and she needed no time to reason out the fact
that a supernatural visitor would have no need
to run from earthly danger. Neither did she
have time to stop and consider ways and means
before responding to the signal of distress. Between
Roddy and his bellowing enemy she rushed
waving her apron and giving vent to a volley
of broken and distorted English. Down she
went, under the plunging hoofs, but she had
given Roddy time to escape. And then her
master, alarmed by the cries, reached the scene,
and with the aid of a pitchfork drove the infuriated
animal back into a stall nnd v.;
in. And Ray, who had been concealed in the
From The CI
Dear Presbyterian: This is my first letter to
you. I like your paper very much. We do not
take it but read our uncle's paper. I was eleven
years old on the 2d of January. I walk two miles
to school. Miss Nancy Evans is my teacher.
We attend Sunday school at Hat Creek church;
Mrs. D. M. Stockard is my teacher. She is our
pastor's wife. It is very cold here now; everything
is covered with snow. I will answer Wallace
McCurdy McCutclien's question: Who was
taken to heaven alive? The prophet Elijah. I
will also ask some questions: What is the shortest
verse in the Bible? What cruel grandmother had
all of her grandchildren killed so that she might
be queen? Please print it, as I want to surprise
papa. Your little friend,
Brookneal, Va. Julia I. Asher.
Dear Presbyterian : I am one of your unknown
friends, Frances Sterrett. I go to Riverside
High School; I am in the sixth grade. Miss
Mary Jones is my teacher; I lik$ her fine. My
uncle takes your paper; I love to read the chil
dren's 6tories and letters. I go to Sunday school
every Sunday I can. My aunt, Mrs. Anderson,
is my teacher. I like her fine. Dr. McCorkle
is our pastor now. "We like him fine. I am
nearly twelve years old; my birthday is next
month. I will close by asking a question: "What
woman does Paul call the type of the new covenant?
Please print my letter, as I want to surprise
my family. Your unknown friend,
Frances II. Sterrett. .
Frances Harm an Sterrett.
Rockbridge Baths, Va.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eleven
years old. 1 go to the Bethesda church; I go
to Sunday school whenever I can; Miss Fannie
Hart Is my teacher, I like her very much. Dr.
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loft to watch the fun, and had seen a great deed
more "fun" than he bargained for, crept down
and explained all to his father.
"Thank goodness, she was not seriously hurt,"
the latter remarked, after Katrinka's wounded
arm and shoulder had been examined and dressed,
"but she might have been killed. Roddy, do
you realize that, by her quick action, she saved
your life!"
Roddy nodded miserably.
"It was almost incredible that, after the
dreadful fright you had given her, she should
recover her wits so readily, and so quickly recognize
you and your danger. Suppose she had
been a minute slower wittedt"
"I guess," responded Roddy, swallowing hard,
"that I'd have got about what I deserved.'
That evening, Katrinka, nursing her injured
arm and shoulder upon the sofa, received a
bouqo* of the loveliest, long-stemmed carnations
that she had ever seen. It had taken every cent
of Roddy's and Ray's pocket money to purchase
it, but they gladly made the sacrifice. And that
was only the beginning of brighter days for the
poor, lonely servant girl, so far from the land of
her fathers.?Ex.
Let one see good in others and he will soon
show good in himself. The spirit that seeks the
best in the life of others will at the same time
be cultivating the best in his own life.
God delights in the young, God has made
the young a ministry of instruction and comfort
to old age. God keeps the world young by
keeping children in it, and helplessness to help
and be helped.?Joseph Parker.
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lildren L 1 j
McCorkle is our pastor and we ilke him very
much. I am in the sixth grade at school; Miss
Mary Jones is my teacher, I like her very much.
I will answer Wallace McCutchan's question:
Who was taken to heaven alive? Elijah. I will
close by asking a question, hoping my letter will
be in print, for I want to surprise my father:
Whta king of Israel was noted for his furious
driving? Your unknown friend,
Rockbridge Baths, Va. Louise Gibson.
Dear Presbterian: I am a little girl eleven
your old. I go to school every day. My teacher's
name is Miss Mary W. Jones. I go to Sunday
school too. My Sunday school teacher' is
Miss Fannie Hart. I will close with a question:
Who was the son of Ilaran and the nephew of
Abraham. Please publish this letter.
Your unknown friend,
Rockbridge Baths, Va. Frances Hillman.
Dear Presbyterian: I have writton tr? nrm?
I thought I would write again now. Papa has
been taking the Presbyterian. I have only one
pet, a black cat. Our pastor has gone to Oklahoma,
for his family and his health. I am going
to school every day; our teacher boards with us;
the school house is not far from home. This is
my second year at school; my teacher's name is
Miss Grace Cook. "Where is the shortest verse
in the Bible. Your little unknown friend,
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i'Auuuiviiic, o, ij. MARIE IiRYON.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl twelve
years old. I go to Sunday school; I study the
Shorter Catechism. I go to school; I am in the
fifth grade. I have two brothers and a sister.
I will ask a question: Who was the second son
of Adam and Eve. Please publish this letter.
Bessie Blaine Reid.
Rockbridge Hatha, Va. j
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