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June 20, 1012] T H E I
fo: liint, jt-st like Clyp run to us. 1 dunno what
the pink laciy'd say to that, but I was won,|,
in' if it wouldn't help some in gcttin' found.
'( .iuse she says plain out that he's goin' to
look 'til he finds us. I'd like mighty well to
g,? found some way, Fatty."
"Well, let's turn in, Tony. I'm dead tired.
He couldn't find lis in the dark anyhow."
"She didn't say whether he was out lookin'
or not, but I s'pose we better crawl in."
The next morni y: .Iter their papers were
Tnntr qiuI TTofl *? J * Ai * "*
1Uuj an * aiiirteu tugemer toward
Mugg Alley.
" *T wouldn't do 110 hurt to jest walk past
the pink lady's house," began Tony. '"She
might see us, and ask us in."
Fatty regnrded Tony in amazement. "We
better go and get our cliffs and diamond pins,"
he suggested. "Say, she lives in style, pard."
"I think she'd let us in anyway. Let's go."
They turned in the opposite direction, Fat
tv objecting somewhat, and Tony urging him
along. Up on the Avenue they made their way,
watching for the pink lady's house.
"Come 011, pard, we can't back out now,"
whispered Tony, ringing the door-bell.
Iii a minute the door opened, and the pink
lady was graciously asking them in. Just how
it happened, neither boy could explain, hut
there they were, sitting in her parlor, telling
her the trouble.
"Fatty nnd me don't belong to nobody, and
we'd like to get found, like that lost sheep,''
explained Tony. "You said a man had come
to hunt us, hut we don't mind secin' him any
wheres. Fatty wasn't there, and he don't take
much stock in us bein' lost sheep. But we'd
both like to get found by that man that's
lookin' for us. I fetched Fatty along, 'cause
lie ketches onto things quicker'n I do.
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
old. I go to Sunday school every Sunday
that I eau. My teacher is Miss Kathleen
Mufthews. My mother takes your good paper
Hid I enjoy reading the letters. I will answer
Nannie Ellis's question: Whose wife turned to
? pillar of salt and why? Lot's wife, because
*he looked back. Your unknown friend,
Clifton Forge, Va. Margaret Hyde.
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x x v^?uj iviiaii. j. ain JI liiuu uuy SIX
years old. I live in Mecklenburg county, and
have two brothers. I go to school and am in
the second grade. I go to Sunday school every
Sunday I can. I have been reading letters from
the children, and I hope this one will not reach
the waste-basket. Your unknown friend,
l>avidson, N. C. Joe Howard McConnell.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl twelve
y'ars old. My papa takes your paper. I enjay
reading the nice Mttle letters. I have one
brother and two aridtera. I go to the Presbyterian
church. My teacher is Mi? Annie Dell
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1 ' ricins; our pastor is Rev. F. Z. Brown. I
K? to the Starkville public sofoool; I am in the
"ixth grade. My father is dead, but I have a
Rt?-p-fafcher; he is so good to me. I witl answer
Dannie P. Rllis's questions: What is the short?*t
verse in the Bible! Jesus wept. Whose wife
w"as it who turned to the pillar of salt and why!
'?t8 wife, because she turned back to see the
p'ty burn up. Your unknown friend,
Startcville, Mtsb. Gracie Kilpatriek.
PRESBYTERIAN OP THE SC
The pink lady understood, as Tony felt sure
she would, and she began at the very beginning,
and told them the story of the One Who
came to seek and save both the bodies and
souls of those who are lost. Eagerly they list
ened to the simple explanation, occasionally
breaking into the story with questions. Afterwards
the pink lady understood much bet
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ici nun piuiunv lgiiurani me in Jiugg Alley
really was.
A week later she took them from the slimy
ooze of Mngg Alley to find a home among
the blossoming flowers and waving trees of
the green country, and there Tony and Fatty
had a chance at the best in life.
"We did get found, after all, Tony. I take
back them things I said about the pink lady
gettin' things mixed," confessed Fatty.
"And say, Fatty, we've got somebody here
that?that loves us, and up there too. Ain't
that rich, pard? Down in Mugg Alley, we
didn't have no home nor nothin'."
"We've got to do things on the square
now, Tony, and that's a fact."
"Seems to me, Fatty, like we've got more'n
our share?a home here, and a home up there,
too. That's two homes. Say, pard, when we
get a little bigger, let's go down in Mugg A1
ley, and help some of the rest of the buncb
to get found."
"We'll do that, Tony, sure."?TJnxted Presbyterian.
THE DANGEROUS DOOR.
"Oh, Cousin Will, do tell us a story! There's
just time before the school bell rings." And
ITarry, Kate. Bob and little Peace crowded about
their older cousin until he declared himself
ready to do anything they wished.
"Very well," said Cousin Will. "I will tell
From The CI
Dear Presbyterian: 1 am a boy thirteen
years of age and I used to Live in Danville, Va.,
but have now been living in Oxford two years
this fall, but had rather live in Danville, because
there is nothing going on here. I will answer
Jessie Tidwell's question: How many chapters
are there in the book of Exodus? There are forty
ehapters in the book of Exodus. I will also antav.?
r? \r~rv *- ? w. -
uuiiu *j. Auuvxiuer s question : vvno was
turned to a pillar of salt? I/ott's wife was turned
to a pillar of salt while fleeing from Sodom
and Gomorrah, when she looked back at the city.
1 will elose by asking a question: What is the
longest verse in the Bible?
Your friend,
Oxford, N. C. William G. Pace, Jr.
Dear Presbyterian: This is my first letter to
you and I hope it will not find its way to the
waste-lbasket. I am eleven years old, and go to
school at Dublin Institute. I will be in the
seventh crrnrln npvt voof T amnif 4-/%
? n.^?v j vua . jl nmi't kaj aiiown
Andrew Corthran's question: How many chapters
in Isaiah? There are sixty-six chapters.
We live near our church and father is our pastor.
I have two brothers and we have a grand
time playing ball. Father has promised to take
us fishing soon, and we'll have lots of fun if we
don't get many fish. I enjoy reading the letters
in the Presbyterian. Father has not been taking
it very long. , I am sick in bed, and mother
has written this for me. My letter is getting too
long so I must close.
Your unknown friend,
Dublin, Va. Dan Currie, Jr.
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you about sortie dangerous doors I have seen."
"0, that's good!" exclaimed Bob. "Were
they all iron and heavy bars? And if one passed
in. did they shut and keep them there forever?"
"No; the doors I mean are pink or scarlet, and
when they open you can see a row of little servants
standing, all in white, and behind them
is a little lady dressed in crimson."
"What? That's splendid!" cried Kate. "I
should like to go in myself."
"Ah! it is what comes out of these doors that
makes them so dangerous. They need a strong
guard on each side, or else there is great
trouble."
"Why, what comes out?" said little Peace
with wondering eyes.
When the guards are away," said Cousin Will,
"I have known some things to come out sharper
than arrows, and they make terrible wounds.
Quite lately I saw two pretty little doors, and
one opened and the pretty little lady began to
talk like this: 'What a stuck-up thing Lucy
Waters is! And did you see that horrid dress
made out of her sister's old one?' 'O yes,' said
the other little crimson ladv from the other door,
'and what a turued-up nose she has!' Then
poor Lucy, who was around the corner, ran home
and cried all evening."
"I know what you mean," cried Kate, coloring.
"Were you listening?"
"0, you mean our mouths are doors," exclaimed
Harry, "and the crimson lady is Miss
Tongue; but who are the guards and where do
they come from?"
"You must ask the great King. This is what
you must say: 'Set a watch, O Lord, before my
mouth ; keep the door of my lips.' Then he will
send patience to stand on one side and love on
the other, and no unkind word will dare come
out."?Young Soldier.
kildren i ?- i j
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy six
years old. I go to Sunday school every Sunday.
Mr. Paul is our pastor. I have no sisters
and brothers. My grandma lives in the country.
I love to visit her; I have lots of fun. I will
close by asking a question : "What two men went
to heaven without dying? Hope to see my letter
in print. Your friend,
Clifton Forge, Va. Holland C. Grove.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy ten
years old. I go to school; I am in the third
grade and I love my teacher and DlavmAtos
and play ball; we have a heap of fun at school.
Our pastor is Rev. Rosebro and we sure like
him fine. My grandfather takes your good
paper and I enjoy reading the children's letters
and I thought I would write one to your good
paper for you to print for your little friend. I
have two pets, a calf named "Jimibo," and a
puppy, her name is "Queen." I love my pets
dearly. We live on a farm twelve miles from a
town, 7 miles from a store-house. As my letter
is getting long I will answer Nannie P. Ellis's
questions: God appeared to Moses in a burning
bush. Lots wife turned into a pillar of
salt because she looked back at Sodom. Please
don't let my letter Rlip into the waste-basket;
my sister wrote to yonr good paper sometimo
ago, nnd T thought I would write one.
Your little unknown friend,
Sedalia, S C. Wm. Johnson Crocker.