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"Then let us go. You will not be disobeying
her orders.''
"But 1 will be disobeying her wishes," insisted
Fred. '' No, 1 will not go.''
"That is another good point in that boy,"
thought John Brent. "A boy who respects his
mother's wishes very rarely goes wrong."
Two months later, John Brent advertised for
a clerk in his factory, and there were at least a
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uozen applicants.
'' I can simply take your names and residences
thus morning," lie said. "I'll make inquiries
about you, and notify the one whom I decide to
select.''
Three of the boys gave their names and residences.
"What is your name?" he asked, as he glanced
at the fourth boy.
I "Fred Fenton, sir,' was the reply.
I John Brent remembered the name and the boy.
He looked at him keenly, a pleased smile crossing
I his face.
"You can stay," he said. "I've been suited
' sooner than I expected to be," he added, looking
at. the other hnva ond diomioo!n<? ?
? ? ??cm miu a
wave of his hand.
"Why did you take me?" asked Fred in sur
prise. '4 Why were inquiries not necessary in my
case? You do not know me."
| ! -? I Letters
bear Presbyterian: I am a little giri ten
years old and am in the fifth grade. My father
takes your paper and I enjoy reading the letters.
I go to Sunday school every Sunday . My
teacher's name is Miss Luciae Frierson. She
certainly is sweet. My father is the pastor, Rev.
J. C. Molloy. I will answer D. Allen Penick's
question. Seven people went into the ark with
Noah. I ihope my letter will be in print as I
want tosurprise my father.
Sincerely,
Columbia, Tenn. Jeanette Molloy.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl'"going
on" six years of age. I live on the high banks
of the Greenbrier River and will write you again
if you please. I am learning to spell easy words,
my mother teaches me, and soon I'll read books
instead of listening to them. Rev. A. S. Rachal
is our minister and I attend the "infant Sunday
school class" when my mama can go with me.
The church is across the river and a long covered
bridge to walk over. We've had lots of
snow this winter and it was fine fun to slide and
play in it. When real spring comes and the
violets, blue and white, show their sweet pretty
faces, I will write you again, Mr. Presbyterian,
that is. if you please,
Your little mountain friend,
Helen V. Hunter.
Dear Presbyetrian: I am a little girl eleven
years old. I go to school every day. My teacher
is Miss Susie Lee Brian. I like her fine. I go
to Sunday school every Sunday that I can. My
Sunday school teacher is aunt Emily Harper.
Our pastor is Dr. Adams. Papa takes your paper
and I enjoy reading the children's letters.
I hope to see this in print. I want to surprise
pap*. lour little unknown friend,
Mabel Campbell Currence.
Yorkville, S. C.
Dear Presbyterian: I am nearly twelve years
old, I am in the fourth grade at school. I go to
the First Presbyterian Sunday school of Rome,
my teacher's name is Miss Mattie Harley. I love
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SG
4 41 know you bettor than you think I do,"
lohn Brent said, with a significant smile.
4'But I offered you no recommendation."
suggested Fred.
44My toy, it wasn't necessary," replied John
Brent. 4,I over-heard you recommend yourself,"
and as he felt disposed to enlighten Fred,
he told him about the two conversations he had
cverheard.
This is a true story.?Public Ledger.
HOW LILA TRUSTED.
by sylvia furst.
Little Lila Pearsall was trying, oh, bo hard to
keep from crying on the day that the first real
sorrow came into her bright, happy life. Her
dear, big brother Charles, was going away, to a
far distant part of the State to work with an engineering
party for a new railroad. "When she
thought of how lonely the pretty country home
would be without her one sister, who was much
older than herself, and father and mother, the
tears just would break through and run down
me nine cneeKs. wen, tne good-byes were said,
and Charles promised to write as soon as he
reached the big city, which would be his headquarters.
Very promptly came a card saying he
had arrived safe, and would be sent out the next
day on the works, but he did not then know
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her very much. I answer Sara Maulder's question,
Who denied Jesus? Peter. This is my
first time so I must stop; hope my letter will not
reach the waste-basket.
I am your unknown friend,
Rome, Georgia. Andrew Cothran.
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i rcsuy lenaii: i am eleven years old now,
but when I am a man, I am going to preach like
Dr. Laird. I want people in my Sunday school
who can teach like Mrs. Magruder; who can pray
like Mrs. Walker, who can sing like my Uncle
Will. Any boy or girl who wish to help will
please send his or her name to
Yours truly,
Preston, Va., R. F. D. Burton White.
Dear Presbyterian: 1 am a little girl eight
years old. I am going to school now. My
teacher's name is Miss Kate Amonitte. We like
her fine. I have a pet dog and his name is Fido,
and I have a pet chicken, her name is Henpen.
I will answer Elizabeth Bryan's question. John
lived in the wilderness and ate locust and wild
honey. Please print my letter as I want to surprise
my mama and papa. I will close by asking
a question, Who was taken to heaven without
dying?
Your little unknown friend,
Middlebrook, Va. Cottie Buchanan.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. I go to Sunday school every day
that 1 can. My teacher's name is Miss Hattie
Wray. I have no brothers or sisters. All of my
cousins are boys. I have one pet cat. 1 go to
the Texas Presbyterian College. I will close by
asking this qustion, To whose house did the two
spies go, who were sent by Joshua to the city of
Jericho t
Milford, Texas. Mary Catherine McDonald.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eight
years old. I have two brothers and no sisters.
I live in a coal mining town.
Your little friend,
Slabfork, W. Va. Florence Caperton.
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where. Then the days passed and the days
passed, until twelve had gone by, and there was
no news from Charles. How eagerly was the
coming of the mail-carrier awaited each day. On
Sunday morning when Charles had been gone
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table, after the meal was over, with rather a
long face. She was probably thinking that if
her boy were at home at that time, he would be
getting ready to go to Sunday school. Lila seeing
the unwonted expression, slipped down from
her chair, went to mother and laid her arm lovingly
around her shoulder. '' Now little mother''
she said, "don't you worry, he is all right."
"Yes," said mother, "we have asked the Lord
to take care of him, and I know he will do it."
"Yes, mother," came the reply, "let me tell
you. I think that sometimes that the reason
we don't hear, is the Lord just wanted to see if
we will trust him."
And so it was, that Charles was safe and well
all the time. The delay was afterwards found
uui, was caused Dy nis Deing so far from the
post-office.
Oh, faith undaunted and satisfying to the
soul!
Oh, critics and so-called sages! Pause and
think on Childhood's philosophy.
Bedford City, Va.
lildren i i
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl twelve
years old. I have three brothers and one sister.
Our pastor is Rev. J. Y. Dendy. "We like him
fine. I go to the Presbyterian church. I go to
Sunday school most every Sunday. I have two
pet cats, Tom and Dearest. I am in the fifth
grade at school. We take your good paper and I
enjoy reading the children's letters. I will close
by asking a question: What is the longest chapter
in the Bible?
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Old Pointj S. C. Louise Nichols.
Dear Presbyterian: I will write you a short
letter as you were so kind as to publish my other
letter. I go to school every day and mama
thinks I learn very fast. My teacher is Miss Sallie
Nophsinger. "We love her dearly. Grandma
Poague is coming to see us tomorrow and we are
all so glad. I won't write any mpre this time.
Hope this won't find its way into that awful
waste-backet.
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??iui wisnes ior tne .fresbyterian,
I am your little friend,
Glen Wilton, Va. Daisy i?. Poague.
Dear Presbyterian: We are three little girls
aged thirteen, eleven and nine. Our father is
the principal of the Cluster Springs Academy.
There are two churches here. The pastor of
the Baptist Church is Mr. Coons and the pastor
of the Presbyterian church is Mr. Doggett.
Our teacher's name is Miss >lora Lingamfelter.
She teaches us music also. The youngest one
of us is in the fifth grade. She studies the big
Geography and it is nearly as big as she is. We
are learning the Shorter Catechism and hope to
know it soon. We have a collie dog named Lee
and he is very smart. Papa gave him to us for
a Christmas present two years ago. He gave us
each a nice Bible with our name on it this Christmas.
We are trying to read them through during
the year.
Your little friends,
Marion, Annette and Blanche Wilson.
Cluster Springs, Va.