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February 21, 1912 ] THE
The children jumped up, tome shrinking,
some eager, and the grown-ups showed about
the game differences of interest and uncertainty.
Estelle shrieked: "Don't let it go. 0,
don't let it go. It will get into our hair!"
"Come," said Aunt Cathy, calmly. "Don't
crowd too much, Robbie. Watch, Tot, and see
the flying mousie dressed all in black velvet."
Cautiously she opened one white hand, covering
it with the other, and there in the hollow
lay a soft black thing. She tried gently to
open out its wings, but it seemed hard to do
so without more violence than befitted the tender
creature.
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denly the soft black bundle seemed to break
in two, one part falling with a little thud on
the floor, the other darting instantly out of
sight. For a moment, Aunt Cathy felt frightened.
What mischief might she not have done?
But feeling below on the folds of her skirt,
she lifted a tiny morsel of a baby bat, apparently
too young to fly. It had evidently been
carried by the mother, who was now distractedly
circling about in and out of the veranda.
"What shall be do with it?" was the excited
question, and cries of "0, let me see, let me
see," came from the children all at once.
"Let us put it in a cage and keep it," suggested
Robbie.
"0 let me hold it just a weenty minute,"
wailed Tot.
"Let us put it out on the warm rock and see
if the mother will not notice it," said Aunt
Cathy.
Everybody agreed to this, and the soft little
mass of dim life was laid carefully down in a
conspicuous place on the bare rock some feet
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy eight
years old. As I have not seen any letters from
Atheus I thought I would write one. 1 have
no pets. I go to Sunday school all I can. Daddy
is our pastor. I have not missed Sunday
school any this year. I will close because I
am afraid it will walk into the waste basket.
From
Athens, Qa. Sam Cartledge.
Dear Presbyterian: "Jesus wept" is the
shortest verse in the Bible?answer to Julia
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furious driving?answer to Louise Gibson's
question. I am eight years old and go to Hebron
to church and to school. Mr. Rolston is
our pastor and Miss Annie McGhee is my
teacher. Father has lots of little calves, and I
love to pet them. If you will print this, it will
surprise Father and Tom.
Your little friend,
Staunton, Va. Wm. Brown Thompson.
Dear Presbyterian: This is my third letter to
your paper. I go to Sunday school every time I
can. Papa takes vour Daner and T eninv rend
ing the letters from the children. I go to every
day school, too; my teacher's name is Miss Alice
Gilliam. I like her fine. I am in the fourth
grade. I study six books, spelling, arithmetic,
geography, English, reading and history. I
have two brothers and one sister. I have one pet
cat, his name is Tiger. "When I sit down he
jumps upon my lap; he is gray and my youngest
brother has a cat, too. I will close by asking a
question: How many verses are there in the
Bible 1 Your friend,
Concord, Va. Grace Scruggs.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE S<
away from the veranda railing. Every one
watched it anxiously, certain small individuals
secretly hoping it would need adoption and
care of foster-parentage, for which office they
would be candidates. It could just be discerned
in the now fast vanishing twilight, and
all were silent while the mother bat continued
her excited gyrations in the neighborhood. All
at once there was a curving, downright flight
over the spot where baby bat lay without visible
pause, but the next instant it was plain
that the baby was no longer there. It had been
caught up by the mother while in flight, and
borne off triumphantly to some less dangerous
region.
Bats went up in the family esteem after that.
Even Estelle spoke more respeetfullv of them
Bessie, who had it in her hand, longed for a recurrence
of the episode, and everyone kept an
eye out for possibilities. Mistress Bat made no
further experiments of human kindness, however,
which was a pity, considering how successful
this one had proved.?H. C., in Canadian
Presbyterian.
THE MOTHER'S EYE.
A Home Council mother says that if she can
persuade her little son to look her straight in
the eye and make her a promise, he never breaks
his word. Norman Duncan's mother, too, in
"Dr. Luke," seems to have had faith in eye
suasion, if one may call it so.
She sat him back in her lap, he writes.
"Look in your mother's eyes lad," she said,
"and say after me this: My mother?"
"My mother," I repeated, very soberly.
"Looked upon my heart?"
"Looked upon my heart," said I.
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a girl 13 years old.
I go to Sunday school, also to the public school.
Mrs. Mattie McCoy is my Sunday school teacher
and Mr. Walter Vance my school teacher. I
like them both very much. Mr. C. R. Lacy is
our pastor. I will close by asking a question:
What is the longest verse in the Bible?
Your unknown friend,
Franklin, W. Va. Hope Harrison.
Dear Presbyterian: As this is my first letter
to you I will try and write one now. I enjoy
reading your paper, especially the children's
letters. I am twelve years old; go to school at
Mt. Pisgah. My teacher's name is Miss Mary
Grey Thompson and I like her fine. I go to
Sunday school every Sunday T can. My father
is my teacher. I have two little rabbits; one of
them is white and the other is white and brown
npotted. I hope my letter will not reach the
waste-basket.
From your unknown friend,
Broadway, N. C. Margaret McNeill.
Dear Presbyterian: I am eight and a half
years old. I have a pony, her name is Beauty.
I attend Sunday school at Mt. IToreb; my
teacher is Aunt Nana Patterson; she gave, me
a gold pin for memorizing all the Coldon Texts
during the summer. I niso recited the Child's
Catechism, please put my name on the roll of
honor. I will answer Mary Bryon's question:
The shortest verse in the Bible is found in St.
John 11 jfl5. T will also ask one: "What Prophet
caused iron to swim? Please print my letter;
I want to surprise my daddy and grandmother.
Your little friend,
Crimora, Va. Sarah Belle Fatterson.
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"And found it bravo?"
"An' found it brave."
"And sweet?"
"An' sweet."
""Willing for the day's work?"
""Willing for the day's work?"
"And harboring no shameful hope?"
"And harboring no shameful hope."
Again and again she had me say it, until I
knew it every word by heart.
"Ah," said she at last, "but youH forget."
"No, no!"' I cried; "I'll not forget. 'My
mother looked upon my heart,' " I rattled,
" 'an' found it brave an' sweet, willing for the
day's work, an' harboring no shameful hope.'
I've not forgot! I've not forgot!"
"He'll forget," she whispered, but not to
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me, ime an cnuaren."
But I have never forgotten that, when I was
a child, my mother looked upon my heart and
found it brave and sweet, willing for the day's
work, and harboring no shameful hope.
TOO BUSY TO BE KIND.
"I sometimes think we are in danger of being
too busy to be really useful," said an old lady,
thoughtfully. "We hear so much about making
every minute count, and always having some
work or sourse of study for spare hours, and
having our activities all systematized, that there
is no place left for small wayside kindnesses.
Wc go to see the sick neighbor, but for the common,
everyday neighbor, who has not fallen by
the way, so far as we can sec, we haven't a
minute to spare. But everybody who needs a
cup of cold water isn't calling the fact out to the
world, and there are a great many little pauses
by the way which are no waste of time."?Ex.
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Dear Presbyterian: I want to tell you about
what a fine sled I have, so all the boys and girls
that writo tn vnu ...1? A i- ?.
juu nui IU1UVV tviltll K1UU lO get
next winter. Father says he hopes we will not
have any more snow this winter. It is the
"Flexable Flyer," and I tell you it flys, too. It
is just fine. A friend of mine, Allen Penick,
told me about them. I have lots of fun coasting
on mine. A friend of the "Flexable Flyer,"
Lexington, Va. Tom Kerr, Jr.
Dear Presbyterian: I have been reading the
little letters in your paper, so I thought I would
write one too. I am a little girl 7 years old.
I go to school every day; my teacher's name is
Miss Maude Harrington. I like her fine. I have
a little dog, his name is Fido. I enjoy playing
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wuii mm. i win ciose tor tnis time, Hoping to
see my letter in print.
Your little unknown friend,
Broadway, N. C. ftettic Rene Kelly.
Dear Presbyterian: As I have written you
before, I thought I would write you again. I
have two brothers, one is seventeen, he is at
college, and younger brother is twelve years
old and in the fifth grade. I am so glad when
your paper comes, I just like to read it. We
are reading the Bible at Sunday school now.
My Sunday school teacher gives us little parties
often, and we have fine times. We have been
going every night to hear Mr. Booth that is
traveling with his singer. I guess I will have
to close now, hoping this will be in your paper.
With love to The Presbyterian,
Your friend,
Greensboro, N. C. Evelyn Thacker,