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September 11, 1912 ] T H X P
two months, his body was so heavy that the
legs could not support it, and the toes almost
met. Splints were suggested} "a surgical
operation," said another; but the adopted
mother and Go-Between felt sure it was the
rich cream and milk making so much flesh that
his frail baby legs could not support the bur- ,
den. And it was. Once he stopped living on (
milk, his body changed size and his legs
straightened out. ^
The only thing 1 have neglected to tell you
is this: Twice a night some one very sleepy
lmd to get up and feed a howling baby dog.
No j that part was not fun, but we loved the
child. ;
I cannot here tell you how he greW td be a
beautiful full-grown Irish setter dog. His devotion
to the family seemed almost human; ,
and when almost every dog in the neighborhood
died as a result of poisoned food, Bobby
escaped because he would eat nothing save
from the hand of his foster mother.
He was afraid of one thing, and that was
the steam cars. The shriek of a locomotive almost
drove him mad. I wonder if Bobby felt
what the future held in store for him. Well, *
he had to be taken to the seashore. So, after
a terrible ATmpriennd - J *- ?
uuiiiig a jfuumey, wncD
he had to be held every moment, Go-Bctween's
father said: ""We must teach him not to be c
afraid of a steam engine." His education be- c
gnn immediately. Every day he was taken i
dvefr to the station, and kept there until two
or three trains pulled in ahd out. Before the t
summer was over, he became so familiar with s
the great black monster snorting on the track, t
that he would frolic with the old thing, and p
once he was found playing with it. He was
told that that was a dangerous pastime, but r
he could not understand how anything that he c
was so familiar with could hurt him. ^
Every day When Qo-Between took her srtirf >
bath ih the oceaii, Bobby went down to the ^
beach with her: and if he thn?ah+ ?ha
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too far, liib anxiety was pitiful to behold. c
Go-Between came home one day without the c
dog. "He had disappeared." All the rest of ?
the day, search was made for him. About
eight o'clock in the evening, some one asked: ^
"Have you been down to the beach? He may
be waiting for you there." It was a new idea. J
But the father and Go-Between rushed to the *
beach, and there stood Bobby mournfully
watching the waves as they rolled in, one over- a
lapping the other. He had gone without e
luncheon and dinner, and doubtless would have v
remained there all night, had not the beloved
voice of his little mistress called him home.
Coming home, he behaved beautifully, but 1
the lesson of summer had taken root. Later, it 11
was discovered that he was continuing his edu- ^
cation all alone, and his innocent little jaunt ^
carried him to the depot. ^
When he tried his next racing game, the en- 11
gine won out. They brought Bobby back ^
home to be buried.
Now, my moral. At first, Bobby was terri- *
hly afraid of that black monster that proved 8
his death; next he learned to look at it with- 8
out fear; then he argued that it was harmless. a
"I can run as fast as it can." Alas! It overtook
him the next time he tried it, and the *
thing he thought he could play with became a
the instrument of his death. ^
My little ofaes, please do not learn to look at, ^
do not cease to fear, do not play with, any- *
thing that may mean your undoing. Remem- E
tier Bobby.?Mrs. Loving Barbour, in Weekly 11
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands;* r
As useless if it goes as when it stands.
RESBYTERIAN Q F THE SO
THE PRETTIEST GARMENTS.
BY SABAH N. M'CREERY.
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a. |/uk uii in/ prettiest areas unis morning because
Grandmother is going to take me to Lennox
to spend the day with Mrs. Price," announced
Letty Day, as she came to the breakPast
table.
"Everybody knows that you are going to
Lennox to-day, Letty. You have talked of
nothing else for a whole week," laughed her
twelve year old brother, Clyde.
Letty laid down her knife and fork and made
i face at her brother. "You mean thing, I
itnow you wish you could go too, and I am
?lad that you have to stay at home."
"Letty, Letty," said Mrs. Day, gently,
'Clyde was only joking. You remember he
vent down town for your new hat yesterday,
ind when he found it would not be done until
ifternoon we went back again for it. He knew
;hat you expected to wear it, and he did not
vant you to be disappointed."
Letty made no reply, but there was a deeo
Town on her face all during breakfast.
"I cnt my finger, oh, Letty, tie it up for me,"
vailed Baby Grace, when breakfast was over.
"Don't come near me, you might get blood
m my dress," warned Letty. "It is just a little
;Ut any way, so don't make such a fuss about
t."
Grace cried harder than before, not because
he cut hurt worse, but her sister's tone was
o cross. Mrs. Day tied up the finger, kissed the
ear-stained face and the little girl ran off to
>lay.
At that moment Carol Day came into the
oom, her face wreathed in smiles. "Letty, I
an have such a good time all this long day.
vhile you are gone, if you will let me play with
rour new doll and your set of dishes," and she
waited eagerly for Letty's consent.
"Let you play with my new doll and my
lishes, I guess I won't. You might break some
f the dishes, and you would be sure to soil the
[oil's dress."
Carol's chin quivered, and she bit her lip to
;eep back the tears of disappointment.
"I thought, Letty, that you said you put on
our prettiest garments this morning," Mrs.
)ay said, as Carol left the room.
"Why, I did. I have on my new dress with
.11 the embroidery, and my best slippers. You
an see I have," and Letty's eyes were wide
nth surprise.
"But you left off the garment of good temper
or you were cross with Clyde. And you forgot
o put oh the garment of kindnpas fn*
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lot kind when Grace cut her finger. And you
lid not have on the garment of unselfishness,
or you would not let Carol play with your
loll and dishes. These are the prettiest garlents
anybody can wear, and I want my little
laughter to wear them, and she will be pretty
f her dress is very plain. You want to wear
he garments of good temper, kindness and unelfishness
here at home with your brother and
isters, not just put them on when you go for
, visit, or to play with your little friends."
Letty looked very much ashamed. "I guess
will let Carol play with my doll and dishes,
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ner ail," she said. When she had given the
fishes and doll to her sister she crept close to
ler mother and whispered: "I am going to
ryto pnt on the garments of good temper, kindless
and unselfishness the very first thing every
norning when I get up."
"I would do that too," and Mrs. Day patted
ler daughter's curly head, "and then you will
riake everybody that you meet happy."?
lerald and Presbyter.
UTH ' (1037)" * 7
ESTHER S LOOKING GLASS.
Bump, bump, bumpety bump!
The low railing built across the porch entrance
to keep the baby from falling off had
been left open by some one, and baby Wilbur's
ball bounced softly from step to step, then
rolled down tVio molt
"Baby, why did you " began Esther,
rather crossly, for she was just getting to an
interesting place in the story she was reading,
and she did not like to be bothered, but her
frown and unkind way of speaking, together
with the loss of his ball, were too much for
"Wilbur, whose little face quickly puckered up
and he began to cry.
"You are a regular little cross patch," Esther
told him, as she laid down her book and
slowly went after the ball.
"Baby is so cross this morning." the little
girl complained to mother, who came out on
the porch just as she came back with the ball.
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i 1,1 mijv ii, is ms sister wno is cross," said
mother, quietly, whereat Esther looked so surprised.
"I? "Why, mother, what can yon mean?"
she exclaimed.
"Just this," mother explained. "Baby is
just a little looking glass, and when our faces
are smiling and bright he is happy; but when
we are cross, then he cries."
"Just smile a little and see what he will do,"
she suggested.
Esther gathered him up in her arms for a
kiss and hug, then set him hack on his soft
rug and gave him his ball, and he began playing
happily once more.
"Isn't that the better way, daughter?" asked
mother, softly, putting her arms aroufid the
little girl, who quietly nodded her head. And
ever after that Esther called the baby her
"looking-glass."?Journal and Messenger.
"I AM BUT A LITTLE CHILD."
Does there not come a time in every Christian's
life when, with Solomon, he exclaims,
"I ani but a little child," even though it may
be after long years of discipleship? "A little
child" who needs help and guidance at every
step, because "he knows not how to go out
or come in"; yet how much more we seem
to know in our youth than we do later on!
With what confidence do we face, yea, and
solve, problems which, when we have reached
years of discretion, appall us with their tremendous,
far-reaching possibilities. Independent,
almost insolent, is youth in its first
strencth
And is there not something akin to this in
onr first years of discipleship? How eager we
are! "Though all men should forsake thee,
yet will not I." And so said they all. But as
life goes on, the knowledge of our own weakness
is forced upon us by countless humiliating
falls, until it almost overpowers us. "The more
I learn, the less I seem to know; the more I
try, the less I seem to succeed,'' is our cry. But
is it not because we are being drawn nearer to
the Light that liehteth everv mnn
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into the world? In that clear, heavenly light
we see such heights to be reached, such depths
to he explored, that our first efforts sink into
insignificance. "We, who had so confidently
started on our way, start back frightened, because
we are beginning to understand what it
means to follow our Lord.
Thus, brought to a realization of our own
weakness, well may we fall down, worshiping
before the manager of Bethlehem, and rejoice
and be glad that the Incarnate God fully understands
and sympathizes with him who is
but a child.?Living Church.