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September 18, 1912] THE I
Devil away by quoting Scripture to him. The
Devil is your great enemy, and the best way to
ward off his attacks is to prepare yourself so
as to meet him that you may conquer him, and
then he will leave you. He is afraid of those
who are able to conquer him, and if like tho
Petrel, you can warn people of evil which is
threatening them, if you can show them the
danger of sin and the need for finding a refugl
in Jesus Christ, then do so. I want you all so
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such a warning to all whom you meet.?London
Presbyterian.
INDIAN MOCCASINS,
Years ago some Indians lived on the banks
of a beautiful river. The men fished and the
women planted corn in little hillocks instead
of in rows. "When they sat down for a little
friendly gossip they lmd their little babies in
their arms or strapped upon their backs. One
young mother never took her eyes from the
cradle in which her handsome boy slept. When
he awakened, she sang to him and called him
'Little Bravo' with such love and trndprnoas
in her voice that the other women all stopped
to listen.
Years passed merrily until Lottie Bravo was
ten years old. He could hunt and fish, and
his mother was happy dreaming of the time
when he should be a young man. All her
spare moments were spent in embroidering,
with the result that they outshone all others
of their tribe. Little Bravo always wore moccasins
of yellow buckskins, trimmed with beads
and porcUfnhe quills.
One slimmer night the heat hung heavily
over the land.
'There will be a storm,' said the father,
'Where is Little Bravo?'
'Down on the river bank asleep,' replied the
mother. 'I sat by him a long time brushing
away the insects that bothered him. He had
taken off moccasins and his feet were bare.
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ne is very beautiful, our Little Bravo. I will
carry hini lb when the storm comes, without
nwakening him.
The storm soon broke with great violence.
The mother hastened to the river and just as
she was about to lift her boy a vivid flash of
lightening revealed the two hands of the Spirit,
who lives in the water. They reached up and
drew Little Bravo into the waves. All the
mother saw was the print of his body on the
shore and his two yellow moccasins. A scream
brought the father to the spot. They both
dived into the water, though the storm raged.
What cared they for that? Their Little Bravo
had disappeared beneath the surface. Finally,
in heartbroken accents, they pleaded: 'Oh,
Spirit of the River! Give him back to us!'
By and hy the father arose, and looking into
the sky said: 'It is the will of the Great Spirit.
He has taken him away hut will save him for
us.' Turning, he disappeared into the forest.
The mother sat by the river for many days,
without food or sleep, kissing and caressing the
little yellow moccasins.
One night, on raising her eyes to the sky,
Rhe beheld the pathway made of star dust,
which leads to the spirit land. Longing to
follow it, she felt the pressure of a small hand
upop her shoulder. Turning, she met the smiling
gaze of her son.
'Oh, Great Spirit, T thank Thee, The dead
is alive!'
'C'ome, mother,' said the hoy. '"We are to
, follow yonder path to night. I have come for
thee, becanse thy weeping grieves the happy
ones.' ?
The mother placed her hand in the small
clasp, but said:
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'Here are thy moccasins. Thou wilt need
them?the way may be rough.
The boy laughed, and held up his foot, upon
which flashed and gleamed moccasins of shining
gold. Lay down my old moccasins,' he
said, 'and thou shalt see how a mother's love
shall be remembered.'
She placed the little yellow moccasins on the
ground, and a nlant immediately snrancr nn
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It grew rapidly, and on the highest branch the
moccasins were fastened. They shrank in size
and changed into flowers, keeping their original
shape and color. Little Bravo said. 'See
mother, these flowers shall bloom on forever
by this shining river. Long after the red man
has gone they shall bloom.'
"Wondering, but happy, the mother followed
Little Bravo along the star-strewn path to
Spirit Land. Not many moons later, from
the midst of battle, the father joined them.
All this was long ago. The Indians have
left the banks of that river, but the yellow
flowers bloom on by its waters. The white
children gather and call them 'orchids,' or
'lady slippers,' but the Indians always give
them their real name of 'Indian moccasins.'?
The Tribune.
OLD SIMON AND THE UMBRELLA.
"Gobble! gobble! gobble!" said Old Simon,
strutting straight in front of the two little girls
and swelling with anger, his wings sweeping
the ground and his head purple with rage.
"O! O! O!" shrieked the two little girls,
who were as much frightened as "Little Miss
Aluffet" was by the spider.
Old Simon belonged to the Denhams; the
two little girls belonged to the Rainy Day Brigade,
and were going to Miss Amelia Denham's
to the Mission Band meeting, because Miss
Amelia had a very bad cold and could not
meet the Band at the church, as was the custom.
It was a very rainy day, but the two little
girls had a big umbrella and did not mind it
a bit. Of course, they did not, when they be- .
longed to the Rainy Day Brigade, you know.
They were both dressed in beautiful red hats
and cloaks and dresses, and that was what
made Old Simon so angry. So he gobbled and
gobbled and gobbled, and the two little girls
were so afraid that they did not know what
to do. All at once one of the little girls had
a very bright thought. She "booed" real loud,
and ran at him with the umbrella. And what
do you think? Why, Old Simon actually turned
tail and, giving a great squawk, ran off toward
the barn as fast as his legs could carry
him; and then the two little girls walked bold
ly up to the front door and rang the bell.
"Old Simon wouldn't do to belong to the
Rainy Day Brigade, would he?" said one of
the little girls. "He's too afraid of an umbrella."
"Maybe it was my big 'boo' that he was
afraid of," said the other. "I 'bood' awful
loud."
"I know you did," said the first. "I guess
it was the 'boo' and the umbrella together."
And right then, Miss Amelia opened the
door, and the two little girls belonging to the
iiamy uay hsngade went proudly into the Mission
Band meeting.?Child's Gem.
If the Word of God is hid in the heart it will
come at onee into our thoughts when we are
tempted to sin, and the reply to the tempter
will be, "It is written."
There's always lots of other folks you kin
feel sorry for 'stid of yourself.?Mrs. Wiggs.
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LEGEND OF THE DANDELION.
Unce upon a time, in a tiny, green camp by
the roadside, lived a soldier all alone. He had
traveled a long way from a dark, underground
country, and meant to see something of the
wona. j ne nrst tnmg that he saw was a broad
field, full of waving banners, and he thought
what a beautiful place he had discovered, and
pitched his tent among the green grasses.
Soon the raindrop saw how tired and dusty
he was from his journey, and they soothed him
with their musical stories, and gave him a refreshing
shower bath. Through the clouds came
the sunbeam fairies, bringing him a beautiful
uniform of green and gold, and a quiver of
golden arrows . Then the soldier was very
happy, and smiled out at passers-by, and
cheered many a weary traveler with a glimpse
of his sunny face. By and by Spring wait
away over the hilltops, the birds had finished
their nesting, and the butterflies came to her_
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aia cummer. Then the soldier began to feel
tired, and knew he was growing old. His grayuniform
had faded, and the golden arrows had
turned to silver, and the wind brownies shot
them far away. So the soldier crept down
among the grasses, and his green camp was left
vacant. But everywhere his silvery arrows
fell there blossomed bright, golden flowers, and
the little children loved them, and called them
dandelions.?Kindergarten News.
COULDN'T LOOK FATHER IN THE EYES.
A Circus was in the town, and a little boy
stood watching the great tent curiously. A
neighbor, coming up, said:
"Hello, Johnny; going to the circus?"
"No, sir," answered Johnny, "father don't
like 'em."
"Oh, well, I'll give VOU the ^nnn axr f/x ''
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said the man.
"Father don't approve of them."
"Well, go in for once. I'll pay for you."
"No, sir; my father would give me the money
if he thought it best; besides, I've got twenty-five
cents in my box, enough to go."
"I'd go, Johnny for once; it's wonderful the
way the horses do," said the man. "Your
father needn't know it."
"I can't," said the boy.
"Now, why?" asked the man.
" 'Cause," said Johnny, "after I'd been
there I couldn't look father in the eyes, but
I can now."
The boy who will never do anything that
will prevent his looking straight into his father's
eyes, will never be a rebel.?Selected.
A RULE THAT MAY FOLLOW.
A good many years ago there lived in Ara
bia a man named Lackman, who was known
everywhere within his own country for his perfect
manners, and fascinating personality,
which was equally delightful to high and low.
rich and poor. Even the beggars, shunned by
the ordinary passer-by received some courtesy
from Lackman, who was never known to slight
any human being.
His fame reached the imperial ruler at Bagdad,
who sent for him to gratify his curiosity
and that of his courtiers, all of whnm ?
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very polished gentlemen, after the Arabian
fashion of that day. Lackman, however, soon
eelipsed them all in fascination and elegance
of deportment. The caliph was puzzled as
well as pleased.
'How is it,' he asked of Lackman, 'that you,
who are not even of noble birth, have acquired
manners that are the envy of princes?'
'It has always been my rule, O Excellency,'
answered Lackman, 'to abstain from everything
of which T do not approve in others.'?
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