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that would be likely to keep them away. Juat let
them know it's to be a good time first and all the
way through. I know enough of boy nature to
realize what that means. If you think best, we
could have two or three such boys as our president
in for a few evenings to get things going.
What do you think*"
"I think it's a grand, good idea." he answered
MUieklv. his eves alreadv hri<*ht with tho ontlni.
pation of it. "If Jim don't feel lie's being patronized.
he'll be in for it; and if lie's in, all the
rest of the boys will follow. And they'll have a
pood time- they're sure to," smilinp at her
frankly; "and you will like them, too, I think?
at least, most of them."
"Yes, I expeet to like them. Dut you will
come, of course." her hand touching his arm for
a moment. "Don't think this is a sudden impulse
on my part." earnestly; "I have been
want'ncr to do something for the mill-boys for a
long time, but could not quite see how. Your
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nun inn givv.ii me me mea.. i on understand
them and can help nie very much. Will you
come?"
His gaze fell for an instant, and he saw the
frayed edge of his coat collar, and the shiny
R/?ams: he was not thinking of them, however,
nor of his pride; hut rather of the earnest eyes
fixed upon him, of Jim and the hoys and himself,
8nd of the step upward that this mingling with
a better educated, more purposeful class would
mean; and he answered in a low voice, "Yes, 1
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wiii come. ?me Advance.
THE LITTLE PRINCESS AND THE OGRE.
Once upon a time there was a princess, and,
because she avos the youngvst of the family and
very small for her age, every one called '?er the
Little Princess, until she quite forgot Avhat her
true name Avns.
Nothing very unusual happened to her, until
one day she was imprisoned in the nursery
tower by a terrible ogre. Down in the palace
garden she could sec her brothers and sisters
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"B" Section has just written you a letter
and wo want to write you one, too. Wc
have some Presbyterian children in the room
and they will watch for your paper to see if you
publish our letters. "We have some Methodist
and Baptist children in our room. We love to
go to school. One day some of us may be editors.
"A" Section, Fourth Grade, Q. M. C.
Millcdgcville, Ga.
Dear Presbyterian ? Wo enjoy The Presbyterian
and look for its coming with pleasure. A
storm blew down an oak tree and we eut some
letters out of its roots and nailed them on tho
door. They spell "Texas Home." I have been
helping clean up the church house. We have
Ihreo hives of bees. We have also n map of the
United States, cut in pieces, each State eut in
pieces; we nave mucn pleasure pulling mem
together. We Iinve a little calf, her name is
Daisy? the cow "a name is Bessie. There are no
flowers on the mountains now; the winter has
nintle the flelds look brown ami dreary, but
spring will brine the flowers hack again. Wo
have some wheat up now; Mr. Humphrey sowed
it for us with his seed drill. God sent a nice
shower to-day, it kept us from poing to Sunday
school Bnd preaching. To-day I Raw two little
squirrels in the woods as we went to the ehttrch ,
house. Your little friend,
Ovalo. Texas Roy A. Vernon.
EE8bVTERIA9 OF THB ? I
playing, bnt neither they nor even her mother
dared come near.
xi was sureiy a nara lot ior tne Luttle I'rinccss,
for the ogre's yellow flag flew over the
castle, and any one who entered put himself
in the power of the ogre.
Every one wns snd for the Little Princes*. hut
there was one person who could help her. Ench
day she watched till she sow some one driving
boldly up to the enstle. and then she cried,
"Oh, here comes Uncle Doctor!"
ITc was tlie brave 1<niprbt who. with no fear
of the ogre. rode evpry day to the castle and
demanded entrance; once in. he hastened up
the stairs to her tower mom. TTnw she laughed
when he opened the door and stood there
wrapped in a trailing: white sheet!
"Do you laugh," Little Princess." he would
say, "at the. kuight who comes to deliver you
from the ogre?" and he would pretend to be
very angry.
ilieu the Little Princess would beg his pardon.
"Don't stop on mv armor!" he wouia exclaim,
drawing his sheet out of the way. as he
bent over to examine her throat; and he Little
Princess would laugh again.
It was a good thing that there was one person
beside her nurse who dared go near her.
Each day he declared that he would yet vanquish
the ogre, and that it would not be long
before she wonlrl lie free
So the slow days went by. It was lonely for
the Little Princess, in spite of the toys and
games she had to amuse her, and the fun of
watching daily for the brave knight.
But at last a day came when he stepped into
the room with a face of such cheer that Little
Princess was sure something nice would happen.
even before he could say:
"It's all right, Little Princess! The ogre
is gone, the yellow flag has been torn down,
and you are free!"
"Oh! Uncle Doctor!" cried the Little Prin
i From The CI
Dear Presbyterian: I have written to yon
before, but I thought it waa time for me to
write again. I am eleven years old now and am
still going to Sunday school; my Sunday school
teneher is my cousin, Dnisy Moss. I love to road
the letter *nd stories in your paper. I never
miss rending them. I will answer Mollie N.
Poe's question: JTow many books are in the
Hible? There are GG books. I will also answer
Marguerite Hart's: "Who did God take up to
heaven in a chariot? Elijah. I will close by
asking a question: "When did God first call
man? Your friend,
Concord, Va. Gracie Scruggs.
Dear Prcshyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. I ain in the fourth grade at school.
1 go to Sunday school every S inday I can. I
have a sister younger than myself and ttro
brothers older. We got lota of toys Christmas
linil ll Q rl a (Tnntl ?!m? ' "!" i!
. ...... .. s. .... ? > ?. * n.n nin>vrr it 'juration :
' Who wna the best of Jesus' diaciplesT" .John.
I will close by asking s question: How many
desciplea bad - Jesusf Hoping my letter won't
reach the waste-basket,
Your unknown friend.
Phyllis Parsley.
P. 8.?Please enroll me as a member of your
Catechism Club.
Weatwood, Va. ^ ^ -
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cess, quite forgetting the make-believe which
had amused her weary hours of sickness, "am
I really well, and can I play with Irene and
Isabel and go to school again f"
"Not too many questions at once. Little Princess."
said Uncle Doctor, smiling at her eager
face, "Yon can go downstairs and be with the
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voi ui < <. n ii i t . a Li Li micr a wiiuc you can
go to school again.'*
There wan great rejoicing in the family when
they karw that the brave knight had been successful
in his fight with the ogre, and that the
Little Princes* was restore1 to them all.
Many ignorant people did not understand
when th?y talked afterward of the ogre and the
imprisonment of the Little Princess, and hard1..
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i? niiv-n mini mis mrani lv inc 3'CJiow ting
They would trrinHe up their foreheads nnd at
last Ihey would say:
4'0h ! you mean the time when little Anna had
diphtheria, do you?"?Little Folks.
THE SQUIRREL THAT LOVED MUSIC.
1 have just read about a sportsman who one
day in the woods sat very still, and began to
whistle an air tn a r-nA I ? - ' ??*?
. .? u s-wva oijuiill'l Ull II irve. in
a twinkling/* says he, "the little fellow sat up,
leaned his head to one side, and listened. A
moment after he had scrambled down the
trunk; and, when within a few yards, he sat
up and listened again. Pretty soon he jumped
upon the pile of rails on which I was, came *
within four feet of me. sat un mado *n nm.
brella or his busliy tail, And looked straight at
me, his little eyes beaming with pleasure. Then
1 changed the tune; and, chut! away he skipped'
But before long he came back to his seat
on the mils; and, as I watched him, it actually
seemed as if he wcr.* trying to pucker tip his
mouth to whistle. 1 changed the tune again.
But this time he looked so funny, as he scampered
off, that I burst out laughing; and he
came back no more. I had much more enjoyment
out of this souirrel th*n if l I*?*
4 ? ?. * *?au OUUt
him."?St. Nicholas.
hildren
Dear Presbyterian: This is my first letter to
von, and 1 hope that it Will nnf fin-1 : ?
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the waste-basket. T nm a little girl eight years
old and go to school. My mother takes your
good paper and I read the little letters from
the children. I go to Sunday school and am
learning the Catechism. Dr. Lacy is our pastor;
we love him very much. I want my aunt Carrie
and grandmother to see mv letter as they take
your paper, too. I will close by asking a question:
"Who was fed by the ravens?
Your little friend,
Winchester, Va. l?ucy Ann Kinzel.
Dear Presbyterian: I had a fine time Xams,
and I hope all the children did. I recited the
Child'a Catechism in 1012. I received a nice
Testament and a certificate. I am in the Shorter
Catechism. It is pretty hard, but I keep digping
at it. Onr pastor's father has been real sick
for the 1*?t w~?l' *? r\..~
- - - ? . mu. v/ur pnsior s name is
Tfev. IT. M. Dixon; we all like him. We have
about 35 scholars in our room at school. I go to
Sunday school every Sunday I can. I will close
by answering Marguerite llart'R <piestion: Who
did God take up to heaven in a chariot?
Elijah. T will close with all the best wishes for
The Presbyterian. Your friend,
> - Red Springs. N. C *r Amanda Brow*.