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June 3, 1912] THE ,
"I'm pretty little, but I'll try," answered
Eileen. Then, calling an older sister, they ran
together down the track. The long arm of the
semaphore had dropped. The time was short,
ami death was near. Yet on they ran, waving
their aprons, desperately trying to stop the
train.
And they did stop it. The engineer saw
them, and, with instant and quick action,
brought the long, heavy train to a standstill.
Now, this story is worth reading, because
it is the account of an heroic act. It is worth
reading for other reasons.
"I'm Pretty Little, But I'll Try."
That is what makes it worth reading.
Eileen was little?pretty little?hut she was
1 ! Letters
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl six
years old. I love to hear my auntie read the
letters from the children in your paper. 1
have been going to the Inman Park Presbyterian
Sunday School since I was fifteen
months old. I love very much to go?am try
in},' to get a perfect record this year. Mr.
W. E. Newill is our superintendent and Miss
Ollic Fewell is my teacher. Mr. J. B. Ficklen
is our pastor and I love him and Mrs. Ficklen
very much. I have no little brother or sister.
Please publish my letter as it is my first one
anil T want to surprise my mama and papa
and uncle. Your little friend,
Atlanta, Ga. Martha E. Bergstrom.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven
years old today, May 15, 1912. I live in a
small country town and attend two Sunday
schools, one in the morning and one in the
afternoon. I have one brother and two sisters.
We have two churches here, both
Methodist. All of my grandparents live in
this town. My Grandpa White takes your
paper and I like to read the childrens letters.
Please print my letter and surprise
papa and mama. Your little friend,
Craigsville, W. Va. Ilo Huff.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven
years old. My grandpa takes your paper
and I enjoy reading the letters. I have four
brothers and I am the only girl. I go to
every day school Miss Marsden is my school
teacher. I go to Sunday school. Miss Katie
is my Sunday school teacher. I go to a Presbyterian
church. Dr. Brundage is my pastor
and Dr. Thompson is my pastor emeritus. My
mother has the stick that her grandmother
used to turn her spining wheel with. With love.
Grace Dearborn Spencer.
109 R. Street, N. E. Washington, D. G.
Dear Presbyterian: After reading so many
Otters from the children in your valuable paper,
I decided I would write a short letter. I
hope it will escape the waste basket. I attend
Sunday school at Hopewell school house,
as we are not near enough to our church
to attend Sunday school. Mr. J. W. Jones is
our superintendent and we like him very much.
I have memorized the child's catechism and
R?t a nice testament and am studying the
shorter catechism now. I will close my letter
hy asking a question: What was called the
Royal law? Your friend,
Alice Smarr.
R. F. D. No. 1. Hickory Grove, S. C.
PRESBYTERIAN OF TH? SO
alert. Her quick eye saw the rail, and the
dropped semaphore. Her mind was not stupid,
else she would not have known what these
signs meant. She had listened when others
talked of them; she had doubtless asked when
there was no other way to find out. Her mind
must have been always wide-awake to observe
things, to wonder what they meant, and to
find out, if possible.
Beside a quick eye, she had more. Here was
something wrong. It must be told, and told
without delay. She could not run and ask
mother or father or teacher. What was done,
clip miiof /1a of C?l? ? ? it 1 J 1 ' ' '1
^.,.011 viv? ?i< vuvjc. oac was pretty little,"
but she knew that by its aid her voice could
outrun the fastest horse?even the fast-flying
train, bearing down to destruction. She decid;
From The CI
Dear Presbyterian: It has been a long time
since I wrote to you. I like to hear the little
letters read and wish there were more of
them; my little sisters, Louise Thornwell, and
Mary Sims, are too little to enjoy them. I
have a little saddle nf mv onrl
?J " ^ ??v. uuw a gentle
mule. Our church is at Fort Mill, and we
hate to miss a Sunday, but have had so much
bad weather. Your little friend,
K Virginia Hamilton Barber.
R. F. D. No. 2. Fort Mill, S. C.
Dear Presbyterian: This is the first time I
have written to you. I am ten years old. I
have not been to school this year, but mother
teaches me at home. I like the stories in your
paper and the letters too. My father is the
pastor of the Presbyterian Church here. Our
house burnt down the 26th of November, and
we have not built another manse yet. I will
be glad to see my letter in your paper.
Your friend,
Winnsboro, S. C. Page Holladay.
Dear Presbyterian: I don't believe you
love me any more, you don't treat me right.
But nevertheless I love your paper and love to
read the letters and T love you too; indeed I
must be a loving girl. On Monday Lexington
will be a noted day for us, because our
home talent will give an instructive and entertaining
performance; also a beautiful pantomine
accompanied by a wonderful artist,
and our best child performer in Lexington
on the piano. It is Sunday and all of the
family except five have gone to church so we
feel quite desolate. T have many sisters and
I love them all, but I love the big buxon one
the best, because she is so jolly. My mother is
a sweet little lady and T love her, and T love
the man who married her. T must be a loving
girl mustn't I? I am a child of twelve
but as Shakespeare says: "My life is fallen
into the sear, the yellow leaf." But to return
to the subject I have a pair of little rabbits
who are the ioy and comfort of my
melancholy life. And now T must close dear
countryman, and T hep yon to afford me a
little pleasure hy printing this letter and not
let it he sent into darkness. And now my
young readers of the Presbyterian and coworkers
in writing letters. I will ask you a
simple question because T am a simple child.
Who is called the beloved disciple? I will
answer two of .T> H. Thompson's questions:
Sampson was the strongest man, and Daniel
was cast into the lion's den. Lovingly,
Lexington, Va. Helen Currell.
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cd instantly what to do, and did it.
Then came the hardest strain of all. Past
the agent the train had flashed. She alone
could save it if anybody could. "Can't you
stop it?" came the demand over the wire; and
without one moment's hesitation she replied,
"I'll try."
It was the best she could do?little sevenyear-old.
But how nobly she succeeded. And
the qualities that made her success are worthy
of consideration by every one. "I'll try!"
"I'll try!" that spirit will accomplish things
when every other fails.
No matter how young, liowT little, how weak,
tnere is always something to be done, and
Eileen's spirit is the way to do it. "I'm pretty
little, but I'll try."?Ex.
lildren i i {
Dear Presbyterian: 1 am a little girl eleven
years old. Papa takes your paper. I enjoy
reading the little girl letters. I go to Sunday
school; my teacher is Mrs. E. Elliott. I will
close by asking a question: Which is the
longest chapter in the Bible? I hope to see
my letter in print. Your friend,
Tola, Va. Mary Louise Elliott. *
Dear Presbyterian: As I have been seeing
so many letters from the girls and boys, I decided
to write one. I am a girl of fourteen.
1 weigh one hundred pounds. How many of
the girls have my birthday the twenty-fourth
of May? I am spending the night with my
Cousin Kate. We are having a grand time. I
am groiner to school ?nrl o ?
w W ?? x* i.u.iug u jjiv;c l1 l liu
?my teacher is my cousin. I love her very
much. I will be so sorry when school closes.
I have two sisters; also two brothers. My
papa is a farmer?I like farm life fine. I will
close by asking some questions. Where are
the following found in the Bible? Cripple,
Grandmother; also caudles. Will some of the
readers please send me the song of "Red
Rose." Your unknown friend,
Argyle, N. C. Ethel Lindsay
Dear Presbyterian: This is my second letter
to you. I go to school every day and study
six subjects. I have two pets. One is a kitty
and the other is a bantam hen, named Speckle.
My kitty's name is Pansy. T like to read the
childrens page so much. If I send you a st >ry
would you print it on the children's page? I
am eleven years old, and have been going to
school four years. I will ask some questions:
atru_i - > * - ?
ma is me snortest verse in the Bible? Who
appeared to Moses in a burning bush? Whose
wife was it who turned to a pillar of salt and
why? Your friend,
Wily, Va. Nannie P. Ellis.
Pear Presbyterian: T am a little boy nine
years old. I go to the Napoleon Avenue Presbyterian
Church. T also go to the Sunday
school which is just back of the church. My
teacher is Miss M. R. Barnes, and I like her
fine. Our eat is named Tom, though she has
just gotten four little kittens. So we are not
in want of nets. T will ot>owo? t tt mi
f - ..... MUDnvi *#. XX. 1 HUIIiJIson's
questions: How many hooks are there
in the Old Testament! There are thirty-* in?.
Who was the strongest man! Sampson. Who
was east into a lions' den! Daniel. As this
is my first letter T hope to see it in print so as
to surprise my family. Your unknown Frmnd,
New Orleans, La. W. K". Seago. Jr.