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July 10, 1912] T H X 1
ed. in a whining tone: "You see how it is."
"The story is from actual life and so it will
keep until you return," was her cheerful rejoinder.
"1 wish you would always be as quick to do
errands," smiled his mother, as he laid the
pad age on the table ten minutes later.
' He was a precocious boy in all his studies,
aDd his teachers had to hold him back on account
of his nerves," began Alice. "In spite
of that lie graduated a grade ahead of his class
entered college in his eighteenth year.
Dining his second term his health failed and he
had to have his right arm amputated. Poor
hoy! he was usually so brave. But when they
tol<i him he had necrosis of the bone, he almost
lost heart.
"In time he graduated from college, but as
the venrs passed he underwent fifteen operations.
Now in his twenty-seventh year, he has
had his lower limbs amputated, but notwithstanding
all this, he is preparing to enter the
State University.
"A short time ago, he was principal of the
high school in a suburb of our metropolis, and
is a favorite wherever he goes. Success awaits
him in his undertakings, for he is of a 'willing
mind.'
"How can a healthy boy be cross or find
fault, when he thinks how many cripples there
are in the world?"
At the conclusion of the story, cousin looked
at him very gravely.. Not only was he spoiling
his own disposition, but he was making home
life very disagreeable for those who loved him
best on earth, besides setting a bad example for
his younger brothers and sisters.
There was an expression of penitence on the
boy's face that did her heart good. Plainly,
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. I have eight puppiea and one big
dog. I hope my letter will not reach the waste
basket, as 1 want to surprise my mother. Our
pastor is Rev. J. P. Marion. I am on a visit in
Manning with my little cousin, 'Helen Plowden.
I will close by asking a question: How many
chapters are there in the Old and New Testament?
Your friend,
Sumter, S. C. Eugenia Miller,
i . jBj v /T' : >
Dear Presbyterian: As this is my first letter
to you it will not be very long. I live in the
small town of Bridgewater. I have a pet cat and
a banty hen and rooster. My father takes your
paper and we enjoy it very much. I have two
brothers and two sisters. I am ten years old.
We have a horse and cow. I like to ride the horse.
Our horde's name is "Lady."
Your little friend,
Bridgewater, Ya. Elizabeth Graham
Dear Presbyterian: I thought I would write
again to your good paper. I like to read my
little unknown letters. My Sunday school
teacher's name is Miss Minnie Humphreys. My
naotA?i? D n TT T ?I? l?il.
a name i? xvcv. ii xxoxtuji. x ii&g uvui
of them fine. Lelia and (Hunter are going to
Spring School to Mr. B. F. Holyman. Both of
them like school and teacher fine. I will answer
Beroy William's question: How many books in
the Bible. There are 66 books in the Bible. And
1 will also answer Kemp Alexander's question:
Bow many times does the word mule appear in
the Bible? The word mule appears in the Bible
six times. If I am wrong, please correct me
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SO
the story had set him to honest thinking. It
was evident that he had caught a glimpse of
his real self as well as a vision of what he
ought to be.
Suddenly he drew himself up to his fullest
height. After reassuring himself of the perfect
soundness of his limbs, he exclaimed:
"I am going to grow up to be brave and willing."
"With Christ'8 help," added his cousin,
gently. "Jesus was willing to do God's will
even in the face of the most cruel death. If
you grow up to be a man, you will have to begin
now."
"I will, with his help," was the sober reply.
And he did.?United Presbyterian.
MONKEYS AT BREAKFAST.
1 was married in India, and engaged for our
home a little house fourteen miles or so from
any other habitation of white men. On the
morning of our arrival, my wife went in to
change her traveling dress, while the servants
laid breakfast on the veranda overlooking
the river. At the clatter of the plates
there began to come down from the big tree
thut overshadowed the house, and up the tree
that grew in the ravine behind it, from the
house-roof itself, from everywhere, a multitude
of solemn monkeys. They came up singly and
in couples and in families, and took their
places without noise or fuss on the veranda,
and sat there, like an audience waiting for an
entertainment to commence. And, when everything
was ready, the breakfast all laid, the
monkeys all seated, I went in to call my wife.
"Breakfast is ready, and they are all waiting!"
I said.
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some one. I will close by asking a question:
"What is the shortest verse in the Bible? Hoping
some one will answer my question and hope to
see my letter in print, for I want to read my
letter once again.
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IUUI UUIUIUWU J.I1CI1U,
Organ Cave, W. Ya. Anna E. Bosene.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eleven
years old. I have ju&t been reading the letters
from the children and I thought I would write
one. I go to Sunday school every Sunday. I
go to Holmes Presbyterian church. My Sunday
school teacher is my aunt. I go to school and I
am in the sixth grade. I would like very much
for my letter to be published, as it is my first one.
Your little unknown friend,
Cape Charles, Va. Annie Pinlmey Goffigan.
OF A SISTER.
lo: i nad a dream last night, last night;
An angel was In white, all white.
Her eyes were like the stars ahove,
Her voice was like a colng dove.
She bent above, and on my brow
A kiss was pressed; I feel it now.
You say what I would like to say,
But I was called before my day.
My life would've been a life of love
To Him; but I was called above.
So you must give to every one
For me before your life is done.
I was so glad, you know, you know?
Because I loved?J loved her so.
I clung to her, ehe drew away;
And this is all she had t? say:
Good-.bye, good-bye, for I must go,
While you must think for me below.
?-Fannie Copes White.
New Orleans, La.
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"Who are waitingt" she asked in dismay.
"I thought we were going to be alone, and T
was just coming out in my dressing gown."
"Never mind," I said. "The people about
here are not fashionably dressed themselves.
They wear pretty much the same things all
the year round."
And so my wife came out. Imagine, then,
her astonishment. In the middle of the veranda
stood our breakfast table; and all the rest
of the space, as well as the railings and the
steps, was covered with an immense company
of monkeys, as grave as possible, and as motionless
and silent as if they were stuffed. Only
their eyes kept blinking and their little
round ears kept twitching. Laughing heartily,
at which the monkeys only looked all the
graver, my wife sat down.
"Will they eat anything?" she asked.
"Try them," I said.
So she picked up a biscuit and threw it
among the company. And the result! Three
hundred monkeys jumped up in the air like
one, and just for one instant there was a riot
that defied description. The next instant every
monkey was sitting in its place as solemn
and serious as if it had never moved. Only
their eyes winked and their ears twitched.
M"y wife threw them another biscuit, and
again the riot, and then another and another
and another. But at length we had given
away all that we had to give, and got up to
go. The monkeys at once rose, every monkey
on the veranda, and, advancing gravely to the
Wteps, walked down them in a solemn procession,
old and young together, and dispersed
for the day's occupations.?Contra Costa Gazette.
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. I have four sisters and no brothers.
Our school closed in May. I like to go to school.
I will be in the fifth grade next year. Our pastor
is Rev. J. J. Brown; we like him fine. I
hope my letter will not reach the waste basket,
as I want to surprise my papa.
Your friend,
Manning, S. C. Helen Plowden.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eight
years old. I like to read the letters in your
paper so much. I have lived in Montevallo a
year. I hope this letter will not reach the waste
basket, as this is my first letter to you. I want
to surprise my father.
Your little friend,
Montevallo, Ala. Theresa Liston.
Dear Presbyterian: I '11 write to you again
and tell you how I enjoy reading the little letters
the children write in your good paper, which I
love to read so well. We all love your paper and
can't do without it in our home. I've sent to get
me a doll with your paper. I want to have it on
my birthday. July 10 I'll be ten years old.
Your little friend,
Easley, S. C., R. 2. Temra Tompkins.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eight
years old. I have a little kitty which came from
Philadelphia. I named him "Penny." My
Sunday school teacher is named Mrs. Fraizer. I
like her so much.
Tour little friend,
Anderson, S. C. Georgia Evans Harris.