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August 28, 1912 1 T H E I
A TRUE BEAR STORY.
BY KATE C. QRINSTEAD.
Children, last month I told you a story about
the little hears that are living in Lexington,
\~a., and promised that if any of you would like
tn hear more about these little animals, and
.vould tell me in your letters to the Presbyterian
would try to interest you again, and as John
Thompson, jr., has made such request in his
harming little letter of July 31st, 1 will relate
\ hat little I know eonceminer 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
npon which was growing a few red apples.
What should little Jake do but stealthily extend
1:is paw and snatch one of the apples just as
soon as his hostess' 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
he peeling from the apple and then ate the apple
with great relish.
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how amusing it was to watch his gray-haired host
jump from his chair and run whenever the little
follow approaelied 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
foliool wrapped in a towel, for the little creature
was sensitive to the crisp air, and how the children
did laugh!
t think his waster took him to school a second
time and probably would have allowed him to
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Letters
Dear Presbyterian: AVe like Chtlki because
we have bunnies, little chickens, two pigeons,
hig chickens, a dog named "Lody," a pony
named "Pilgrim" and a mule with no made.
I'apa had the Chinese carpenter make a swing
with two seats facing, and every day the Hoys'
School and the Girls' School take turns swinging.
Each day I ask mama: "Is this girls'
day?" and if it is we go to swing with them.
Niofe are three of them we call "Our Girls"
because we like them so mtlch. 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
lie made some baking tins for cake and for little
(,nkes. and then a jelly mould, and instead of a
bunch of grapes he put a fish on the jelly mould.
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i iouK8 runny, nut we like it because it lias
scales, too, and looks pretty. We love to sing
"Jesus Loves Me," and so do the Chinese. We
have a picture of the Prytania Street church,
New Orleans, where we went to Sunday school
when we were on furlough at grandpa's. Grace
fan say "The Lord's Prayer" and the Shepherd's
Psalm, and twenty questions in the
Young Children's Catechism, and she can read
two pages each in two Chinese Primers. 1 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
for Boys and Girls in The Presbyterian.
Chuki, China.
'RESBYTERIAN OF THE S<
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 I>ee 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 retiirn in the fall
when college opens and then nprhnns T nun foil
you more about, him.
The last time t saw Bowser was during the
V. M. I. comeneemeut. TTis master had him 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 hadlv and refused to sit
up 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.
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fjiUM- (iniiKs a ganon ot sweet miik every day. I
have never seen him drink but someone told me
that he pn ts his paw into the milk and then
sticks his paw.
Jake's master keeps him tied to a tree in the
hack 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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Our Chinese Correspondents,
Dear Presbyterian: T am a little boy ten years
old. My father takes your good paper. I love
to road the stories and letters from the little children.
I go to the Presbyterian Sunday school.
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toward him lit tie Jake stands upon his hind legs
and 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 tUfi
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
to keep him as long as he remains tractable.
This is all I can tell you about the little bears
this time.
Lexington. Va.
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.
Pbev will find them out soon enough without
vour help, and possibly will sec them more clearly
than you do yourself. Tf there is a cloud in
your heart, do not let it appear in your face.
Bear your own burden bravely. You can lighten
it by giving others a life.?Great Thoughts.
If you have enlisted for Christ as your Redeemer
and your Master, then always and everywhere
show your colors.?T. L. Cnyler.
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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 1 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,
Norfolk, Va. Karl Kraemer.
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven
years old and have never written to you hefore.
T attend Sabbath school and our pastor
is Rev. R. L. Grier. He is off taking his vacation.
and is sick in Rock Hill, f have two little
sisters named Frances and Isabella. Frances
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. T love to
study the Bible, and bear 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 bim
T will try to write you a letter on his machine,
as he lets me use it sometimes. I have two sis
ters and two brothers and fro 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 Whitloek is our teacher. As this is my
first letter to you T will stop, with good wishes
to all the little readers.
Basic City, Va. William M. Faber.