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J Our Boys
TWO WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT.
""The hardest thing I have to do," said Johnnie with
n nrvn t
"Is to look pleasant when there's not a thing to
smile about."
"The hardest thing for me to do," said Teddy, with
a smile,
'Ms to be cross and out of sorts, and fretting all the &
while.
"I'd rather smile when things go wrong, than cry,
for don't you see, 1
A smile is worth a dozen frowns, for you, as well
as me.
A smile will quickly drive away ill humor from the
face,
And call good nature in a trice to come and fill its
place.
And so I never sulk; somehow, I think it is a sin." j
"I guess you're right, I'll try your way." said Johnnie,
with a grin. ?Sel.
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HOW THEY WERE CURED.
"I'll tell you, Daisy, something nice, it's
helping each other improve."
"How?" asked Daisy, settling back into her '
chair for a "good listen," as she said when
a story was in order. '
"Well, just this way. We'll each get a little
blank-hook and then write down each
other's faults, then trade books, you see." 1
"Splendid!" cried Daisy, skipping out of
her chair and clapping her hands, "and we'll
have it for a 'secrick' and not tell anybody."
Daisy lived next door to Kitty, and they i
were almost constantly together during their
waking hours, and aside from occasional lit
tie spats, which never lasted but a moment or
two, they were the most peaceable of playmates,
and it grave one pleasure to see them
together.
The programme was changed completely
now. Instead of playing in their usual happy
and contented way, they fell to studying one
another critically, and making laborious en
tries.
A coolness and a feeling of unfriendliness,
such as they had never before experienced,
gradually came between them. The day at
length arrived when the books were to reveal
to each her faults. Daisy came over, and with
many miserivingrs the books silently changred
hands, and they sat down to read.
For a long time the ticking of the clock and
the purring of the kitten in the window were
the only sounds in the room. Then a little
book came flying across the floor, turning many
somersaults before it collapsed utterly, and an
angry voice exclaimed:?
"You are just as mean as you can be to write
such things about me!" and Kitty's tears began
to flow.
"Well, you are a hateful old thing, and I
shan't never come to see you again, so there!"
And Daisy flounched out of the house in high
dudgeon, too angry and hurt to even think ot
her hat.
Kitty threw herself on the sofa, and here
her mother found her, bundled into a dejected
little heap in one corner of it, crying bitterly.
"Why, Kittey! what is the matter, and
where is Daisy?"
"Gone home. We've fit," sobbed Kitty.
"Impossible. How did it happen?" exclaimed
her mother, sitting down beside her,
and by a few* adroitly-put. questions she learned
the trouble, and, picking up the books off
the floor, she read the following:?
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K?8BYT?*iAjN OF Y& & 8
and Girls
daisy's faults.
Don't bite your nails so much.
Don't feel so big in your white hat.
Don't leave your clothes on the floor.
Don't sit on your foot; its unproper.
Don't be mad when Freddy Blake gives m<?umdrops.
Don't carry my doll by the leg.
Don't blow on my bird when he sings too
oud.
Button up your own shoes. I do.
daisy's faults.
Don't throw your bonnet on a chair.
Don't get mad when I dress the kitten up
n your doll's best things.
Put your hand on your mouth when you
?ape.
mn t act so silly in Sunday-school. You
nake me sick.
Don't think you are so smart sometimes be
Fore the boys.
Don't open your mouth so wide when you
laugh.
With difficulty Kitty's mother suppressed a
laugh that threatened to burst forth, and
said:?
"We cannot expect to keep our friends il
we criticize them in this way. We find it hard
to bear when told our faults in the kindest and
gentlest manner. Our enemies are ever ready
to enlighten us on that score, and even then it
does not wound UK when a fripnrl tali-PC no in
hand. It takes any amount of tact, my dear,
and, instead of searching out the faults it's
better to find out the good qualities. Then yon
had better write a note to Daisy at once and
make up. You can't afford to lose her friendship,
nor she yours."
Kitty dried her eyes and sat down to write.
When she opened the gate to carry the note
to Daisy she spied the little girl coming out
of her own, evidently on the same errand.
They hurried toward each other, holding k>
note at arm's length before them, with a lool;
at once timid and questioning. Then a smile
of forgiveness beamed from both faces, anei
feeling that the trial was at an end they sal
sociably down on the edge of the sidewalk ami
read their respective notes. Daisy's to Kitt>
ran:?
"My dear Kitty, I am not mad any mort
and hope these few lines will find you th?.
same.?Yours sincerely,
"Daisy."
And Kitty's:?
"Dear Daisy: I am sorry we tried to improve
Come over, mamma is going to make caramels
p. s. and get your hat.?Yours respectable,
"Kitty."
"We won't ever do it again, will we, Kitty?'
"Never! Mamma says we must use 'tacks
when we tell faults."
"Tacks! How?" asked Daisy, wonderingly
"Oh. I can't tell hnw " ooi/l TTit*-.*
MV.?) uuxu x*.4ttjr J lCCilll^
herself in deep water. I s'pose we'll know
when we've growed. Come, Daisy, there';
mamma at the window putting on her apron,'
and hand in hand they.hopped up the walk, a*
happy as two nice little girls could possibly he
?AdVi...ule.
To be wiser than other men is to he honestei
than they; and strength of mind is only powei
to see and speak the truth.?Hazlit.
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U 0 1' ft [September 18, 1912
THE STORMY PETREL.
Most boys like to read the stories of voyages
and adventures at sea. References will be
found in many such books to a bird called the
Stormy Petrel. It is a very interesting bird,
which skims over the waves as it flies, pattering
them with its long legs and webbed feet
in such a way that as one looks at it one would
think it wns wnlkinop nn tho watpr St
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talked on the water to come to 'Jesus, and
this bird seems to be doing the same thing,
and hence is called "Petrel," which means
"little Peter." It is a bird which sailors dislike
because they say it never appears except
before a storm and many of them think, superstitiously,
that the bird causes the storm. The
truth is that it is by nature a twilight bird?
that is to say, it hides in the nooks and crannies
of the rocks during the bright light of
the day, or else floats quietly on the surface
of the water; but when daylight is fading awav I
it hunts for its food and patters along the water
as T have described and is easily seen and
noticed. When the sky is overcast with clouds
before a storm the Petrel behaves as if it were
twilight, and hence the sailors associate the
appearance of the bird with the storm, and
call it the "Stormy" Petrel. Moreover, the
wind which accompanies the rising storm
brings to the surface of the water the suhstances
on which the Petrels feed, and, therefore.
in the gloom and wind they are very active.
A very common name for these birds
amongst sailors is "Mother Carey's Chickens,"
The origin of this name is very uncertain, hut
many people say it is derived from "Mater
Cara" which is the Latin for "Beloved Mother."
a reference to the'Virgin Mary. French
sailors call the birds "Les oiseaux de Notre
Dame," which means "the birds of Our Lady."
which is a similar reference to the Virgin. The
! appellation probably arose from the fact that
sailors in some Roman Catholic countries look
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umuu me virgin as tne patron saints of sailors,
and they think that she sends these hirds hefore
the storm to warn the sailors to trim their
sails for the coming gale, or to ran to the nearest
harbor for shelter. The hirds may he
called "chickens," because they are like chickens
in appearance. They are black in color
and about six inches long. "When anyone catches
them they have the power of ejecting from
their beaks a sort of thick, oily substance,
which has a horrible smell. Tn this way they
protect themselves against attack.
I Now T want you to learn that you and I <1?
not require any patron saint to take care of
ns. God has said He will Himself watch over
. and provide for us. In the one hundred and
, twenty-first Psalm you will find this truth beautifully
expressed. "The Lord is thy keeper, the
Lord shall preserve thee from all evil, the
Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy
coming in from this time forth and even f?T
evermore." God looks after you. He gives
you His Holy Spirit to be your Guide and
Teacher. He has given you a conscience to
> warn you of the sin and evil which will he hurtful
to von TTr? V? oo mil.
*r ?v ?uo piuviucu a, I CIU^C wi j ~
That refnge is Himself. "I flee unto Thee to
hide me," says the Psalmist. "Thou art nry
, hiding place. .Thon shalt preserve mc fro711
r trouble. Thon shalt compass me with songs of
, deliverance."
Trnst God. Give your heart to Jesus Christ!
Try to please Him, and He will not suffer yo"r
feet to be moved, but will keep you in all your
ways.
But you must also, like the Petrel, seek to
protect yourself. You must so act that y01ir
enemies will be afraid to attack you. ^et!
Jesus was tempted He was able to frigbte* the