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August 28* 1912 1 T H E 1
A TRUE BEAR SfORY<
BY KATE C. GRIN STEAD.
Children, last month I told you a story about
the little bears that are living in Lexington,
Va., and promised that if any of you would like
to hear more about these little animals, and
would tell me in your letters to the Presbyterian
I would try to interest you again, and as John
Thotnpson, Jt.} has made such request in his
charming little letter of July 31st, 1 will relate
what little I know concerning them.
My neighbor's little pet was visiting a next
door neighbor of mine one afternoon and was
allowed to climb a small apple tree in the yard
upon wmcn was growing a few red apples.
What should little Jake do but stealthily extend
his paw and snatch one of the apples just as
soon as his hostess7 back was turned. How impolite
! when she hadn't even invited him to have
one! Down he climbed out of the tree and seating
himself upon the grass he very carefully gnawed
the peeling from the apple and then ate the apple
with great relish.
'Fhe little bear has a very bad habit of clawing
and slatmintf at ativthiti^
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how amusing it was to watch his gray-haired host
jump from his chair and run whenever the little
fellow approached him. And well for him to
run, for Jake's claws are always sharp, and my,
how he bites!
One day Jake's little master carried him to
school wrapped in a towel, for the little creature
was sensitive to the crisp air, and how the children
did laugh!
I think his waster took him to school a second
time and probably wOtild hate allowed him to
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named "Pilgrim" and a mule with no made.
Papa had the Chinese carpenter make a swing
with two seats facing, and every day the Boys'
School and the Girls' School take turns swinging.
Each day I ask mama: "Is this girls'
day?" and if it is we go to awing with them.
There are three of them we call "Our Girls"
because we like them so ftltlch. Their names
are Yoh Pao, Tsong Yoh and Gyin Tsen, and
there is a little baby boy named Hyih Dzo
(Shidzen). There is a young tinsmith here who
had no work, so mama gave him some tin and
he made some baking tins for cake and for little
cakes, and then a jelly mould, and instead of a
bunch of grapes he put a fish on the jelly mould.
Tt looks funny, but we like it because it has
scales, too, and looks pretty. We love to sing
"Jesus Loves Me," and so do the Chinese. We
have a nirttni-o nP r>?a* * -i
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New Orleans, where we went to Sunday school
when we were on furlough at grandpa's. Grace
can say "The Lord's Prayer" and the Shepherd's
Psalm, and twenty questions in the
Young Children'8 Catechism, and she can read
two pages each in two Chinese Primers. I will
ask the other children why was a snake made
of brass put on a pole once? I am five years
old and Harry is nearly four and Wilmot almost
two years. We shall miss our cousins,
John Stuart and the Moffetts at Moh-kan-san
this summer*
Your loving little friends,
Grace B. Castle and Harry C. Castle.
P. S.?We are making a book of the Stories
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take a daily course of instruction at the Lexington
Grammar School had not the teacher interfered
and told his master that he must leave
his little pet at home. What a pity, don't you
think, to deprive him out of a common every
day education when his brother was making
splendid progress at Washington and Lee University.
Now this little college bear, Bowzer, has gone
away to spend his vacation and to recuperate,
he and his master, from their strenuous college
duties, but doubtless he will return in the fall
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vriit?n couege opens and tnen perhaps I can tell
you more about 'him.
The last time 1 saw Bowser was during the
V. M. I. comencement. His master had 'faim out
upon the parade ground and allowed him to
walk about to the great delight of the children,
who were watching from afar off, you may be
sure. He climbed all over the cannon and rolled
over in the green grass and finally whirled away
with his master in a big black automobile.
A young lady tried to snap Bowzer's photo,
but he behaved very badly and refused to sit
tip so she had to snap him with his legs all
doubled ready to roll over.
Bowser is not so large as Jake nor so glossy.
Jake drinks a gallon of sweet milk every day. I
have never seen him drink but someone told me
that he ptrts his paw into the milk and then
sucks his paw.
Jake's master keeps him tied to a tree in the
back yard. His chain allows him to walk quite
a distance and he has formed a path the entire
length, from which the grass is entirely worn.
Back and forth, back and forth he treads all
day long. When he sees his master coming
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy ten years
old. My father takes your good paper. I love
to read the stories and letters from the little children.
I go to the Presbyterian Sunday school.
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toward him little Jake stands upon his hind legsand
holds out his arms toward him and whines,
and begs to be petted. I saw his mother take him'
up and hug him, which pleased the little fellow
very much.
His play-mate is a dog. Such jolly times they
have rolling over and over with their arms
around each other?just like two dogs or two
bears.
A small pan of water is kept for Jake to drink
and when he gets too warm he gets into the
pan and sits down.
A show wanted to buy Jake, offering $25.00^
for him, which his master refused, as he has
become much attached to his little pet and wishes
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This is all I can tell you about the little bears
this time.
Lexington, Va.
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CARRY YOUR OWN BURDEN.
Sufficient unto most people is their own burden.
Do not pile your load upon others. Do
not distress them with your aches and pains,
your doubts and fears and forebodings. Do not
tell them of your mental and moral infirmities.
They will find them out soon enough without
your help, and possibly will see them more clearly
than you do yourself. If there is a cloud in
your heart, do not let it annear in vour face.
Bear your own burden bravely. You can lighten
it by giving others a life.?Or eat Thoughts.
If you have enlisted for Christ as your Redeemer
and your Master, then always and everywhere
show your colors.?T. L. Cuyler.
lildren
My teacher's name is Miss Mary Dold. "We like
her fine. Our pastor's name is Rev. S. N. Hutchison.
I go to school every day I can. I will
be in the fourth grade. Hoping my letter will
not reach the waste-basket, as this is my first one,
I want to surprise my mother.
Your unknown friend,
Wr?r fnllr V a TTat.1 V
. ALUrll XViaClllCl .
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven
years old and have never written to you before.
I attend Sabbath school and our pastor
is Rev. R. L. Grier. He is off taking his vacation,
and is sick in Rock Hill. I have two little
sisters named Prances and Isabella. Prances
likes to go visiting with me and hold my hand;
little Isabella is not old enough to care to visit.
I nearly know the Child's Catechism, and know
the beatitudes and commandments. I love to
study the Bible, and hear stories of Bible people,
and sing Sunday school songs.
Your little friend,
Westminster, S. C. Henrietta Turner.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy eleven
. years old. My father is a real estate dealer, and
is out now. While I am keeping office for him
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i win iry 10 write you a letter on his machine,
as he lets me use it sometimes. I have two sisters
and two brothers and go to the Presbyterian
church in Waynesboro. Our pastor, Dr.
Walthall, is taking vacation now and Dr. Eggleston,
of Richmond, is preaching for us. We have
six boys in my Sunday school class and Miss
Edith Whitlock is our teacher. As this is my
first letter to you I will stop, with good wishes
to all the little readers.
Basic City, Va. William M. FaJber.