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wall hurled them among the swarming assailants,
two more instantly following, and then
another two, until the whole dozen hives had
been flung down upon the heads of the clamboring
Turks. The bees, enraged to madness
at being sent whirling through the air so unceremoniously,
fell like furies upon the shaven
heads and bare arms of the Turkish soldiers,
and gave them such a Drickincr that th* S?*nn'o
arrows, which had been falling so thick
among them, seemed a mere nothing in comparison.
Every man in the front ranks was
literally black with the infuriated insects,
which kept stinging the more fiercely the bewildered
Turks tried to beat them off.
There was no more thought of battle or assault;
for who could wield a sword or climb
a wall with his head covered with a perfect
nose-bag of enraged bees, and every exposed
inch of his body, smarting as if pierced by a
thousand red-hot needles? Away flew the
enemy, and away flew the bees after them;
while the yells of pain of the discomfited Turks
were answered by the uproarious laughter of
the triumphant Saxons, who might well laugh
to see a whole Turkish army put to flight by
the device of one little girl.?Exchange.
THE LUCK OF A LITTLE VAGABOND.
A wharf is not a pleasant place for a home, especially
on raw, wintry days when one is nearly
frozen and half starved. But such was the only
home of a dirty, dejected, stump-tailed, emaciated
little dog.
On nno nor+ionln*? ? 1*xxi_ ' n
p.vi^uiiu iuuiuiu^ uie nine ienow natl
been poking his nose everywhere for a bit or a
bone. It seemed a fruitless search, though he did
not appear at all discouraged. He was inclined
to make friends, for his bit of tail wagged vigorously
at the approach of every footstep. Apparently
no one cared to waste friendship on such a
mongrel, and about the only attentions he received
were frequent ugly commands to <fbe off/'
and unlooked-for kicks, that are anything but
helpful to poor, homeless dogs with empty stomaeha
But something happened. A cook on a tutr
boat dumped a pail of luscious bones over the
side of the boat, and they fell on the floating ice. i
Letters
Dear Presbyterian: I come again to see you
with paper and pen, and I think you must know
this little girl by now as I have written several
times. Christmas was very pleasant: I got lots
of nir>f> nroonnts onJ " 1 /.?-!? /~1' 1 x
-,w auu nau n wvuiy v^iinuuuaa iree.
I've had so much cold and congh this winter I <
have not been to Sunday school. The ladies gave 1
the Sunday school children a nice Christmas ]
donation of oranges, candies, etc. I hope to at- i
tend Sunday school soon. My mother hears me
the Mother's Catechism. I have learned to read
and write, and what I like best of all, to paint
pictures. The other day I made a pretty pie un- <
der my mamma's direction and sent it to grand- <
pa and grandma, but not by the Parcel Post. If !
yon will print my letter I thank you and wish i
you a Happy New Year, dear, good Presbyterian. 1
One of the children i
Marlinton. W Va. Helen V. Hunter. 1
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Dear Presbyterian: I have a sister nine years 1
old and a brother six. I will be glad to join 1
your club. T am staying with my grandmother j
in the country. We have a pet sheep- I will l
ask a question: Which disciple denied Jesus f t
Your little unknown friend,
Kingston, Miss. Frances Rhea Preston,
'RISBYTBRIAH OP THE 9C
The dog saw, and, of course, his little skinny body
thrilled with joy. There was a meal, a fat, delicious
meal! No one knew how it happened, but
several minutes later he was on that ice-float.
in a little while, a voice shouted from the
wharf that a dog was going down the river on a
cake of ice. And, sure enough, there was the
little fellow beside his feast of bones on the wob?
bly cake. He was not eating. Fright had taken
away his appetite, and his appealing attitude and
wagging tail begged rescue.
Then another very funny thing happened. The
men who had kicked at him began running around
and trying to find a way to get out to him. Two
of them climbed into a rowboat. Others launched
a skiff, and the skipper of the tug gave orders to
cast off. Another tug, seeing the dog's plight,
headed for the ice-cake. Every one tried to get
there first, but it was the tug that had caused the
trouble that was victorious. As it shot by, a deck
hand leaned over, grasped the dog by the neck,
and hauled him aboard.
Did you ever meet the eyes of a grateful dog,
and feel the lick of its tongue on your hand, and
watch its joyous antics, and see its tail almost
wag off? If you haven't, you have missed something
in life.
That little mongrel could not show his appreciation
enough, but it seemed the skipper was
touched by what he did show, and decided to adopt
him. No more kicks for the little vagabond. He
is sleeping in more warmth than he ever dreamed
of, and his thin sides are bulging out and his
stumpy tail seems never to stop wagging.?L. S.
Almond, in Our Dumb Animals.
SEA BIRDS.
You love to watch your canary as he poses for
a minute on the edge of his.bathing dish, then,
with a vigorous flirt of his wings, is off to the
V* i rrV* 1 * 1 *
UlgllCOt pan, 01 Luc cage wun a Durst of song.
But a contributor to "Boys and Girls" tells us of
sea birds which, she thinks, are fully as interesting
as those on land?of their sleeping at night
on the ocean with their heads tucked in their
wings, and floating peacefully on the water. But
we will quote from her story:
"They feed on Ashes and small animals they
snatch on the surface of the water. They go on
From The CI
U 1 ? * ?
x-'trnr rin?uyierian: 1 am a little KpiSCOpal
srirl, but my aunt is a Presbyterian and I love to
hear her read the children's letters in your paper.
Won't you put mine in, too? I am six
V?ars old aud have a little brother three years
old named William. I have a dear little dolly,
too, named Caroline. She can say "mamma and
papa." She sleeps with me every night and is
jo sweet. Your little friend,
Rainbridcre. Ga. "RatoH? Soma
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little jrirl seven
rears old. There are not any Presbyterian children
in this town hut our family. We pro to the
Methodist Sunday school and church. I love to
' cad the children's letters and find the answerg
to questions. My brother and sister and T want
fA wolro OAW*A ^ 11 r"
it> urnai. w mr uimii' miiiicjr iur me ?ii?innary
Roard. Han't yon think of any thine* to su?rest
on onr paec that children can dot T wan-t
:o answer Marguerite Hart's question: God took
Elijah to heaven in a chariot; and Julia Gar ettV
Noah was six hundred years old when
ie huilt the Ark. Peter. James and John were
he best disciples. How lone did the flood last ?
Your little friend,
West Point, Va Evelyn Field
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shore to raise their young, choosing the most desolate
places?lonely islands and steep cliffs. Thousands
of families are raised on the bare rocks, and
tniiicrla flinir aKrill ~ ? -* ?
viiv 14 ouiiu DV/iuauio w xill LlltS ruttr U1 UJ6
ocean.
"The gulls are abundant the world over. With
their strong wings they fly gracefully over the sea.
Often, on seeing a tempting morsel under the
water, they suddenly dive for it They meet to
raise their young on the rocks or sand at the
mouths of rivers or bays. These beautiful, graceful
birds do not venture far out from shore.
"Another bird is the stormy petrel, which lives
far out on the ocean. A very small bird it is, the
smallest of all webfooted birds. It is no larger
than a swallow, but quite brave, flying with ease
over the rough waters, rising and sinking with
the waves, as if in sympathy with them. They
are sometimes called 'Mother Carey's chickens,'
and are one of the pleasures of a sea voyage, as
they hover over the vessel from day to day.
"The largest bird that swims is the powerful
albatross. It has a snow-white body and
black wings. It seems to delight in fierce gales,
and has been known to follow a ship in midocean
for many weeks. It flits over the sea,
nee as me air, once in a while swimming on
the water.
"There is an eiderduck which is a real sea
bird, living in winter in large flocks on the
Arctic seas. In spring, these birds mate and
swim off to the shore. The female builds a
nest of dry grass and straw, and lines it with
the soft down from her breast. Her eggs are
pale green, and are usually from six to ten in
number. "When she leaves her nest in search
of food, she carefully covers her eggs with
down.
"Every one has heard of eiderdown, and
knows of its soft, lisrht mialitips Tf io ?
0 _ w ?--w. v ao a uxw
tressing manner in which our eiderdown is obtained.
The natives rob the nests and take the
down. The eggs are valuable, as well as the
down. The mother bird, in great distress,
builds another nest, the male stripping the
down from his breast. This second nest is not
taken, as the natives fear the birds would leave
the shore entirely."?Northern Christian Advocate.
lildren
IlpflT- PrncKirfniiJon . T *
,.wu;wii(ui: a am going to try to say
the Shorter Catechism this year and would like
to join your club. 1 know 88 questions and want
to say it the first of this year. I like to read
your paper and am always interested in the
Children's Page. Hoping I may join your club,
You friend,
Columbia Tcnn. Jeanette Molloy.
Dear Presbyterian: I would like to join your
club of boys and girls that are going to recite one
or the Catechisms. I am going to recite the '
Shorter Catechism. Expecting to hear from yon
soon I am, Your true friend,
Defiance, Va. Wallace McCutchan.
Dear Presbyterian: This is my first letter to
you. I am staving with my uncle. I go to
school at Mt Pisgah. My teacher's name is Mis*
Ola Cox and I like her fine. I have six brothers
and two sisters, f cm *r, Snn/i??- ?v?1
vv/ ivuuuajr CVCry
Sunday. My teacher is my uncle. I am studying
the Child's Catechism. T have a pet dog;
her name is Princess. I will close, hoping my
letter will not reach the waste-basket.
Your friend,
Broadway, N C. Jennie McNeil.