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March 12, 1913] T H E I
Put your hearts into God's keeping, and
pray: "Lead us not into temptation, but deliver
us from evil."?Lola von Diehl Barbour,
in Intelligencer.
THE DUTY AND THE CHANCE.
Bob was weeding the garden beds. Jack came
along and watched him over the fence for a
while. Then spoke. "Come, go fishin' with
me Bob," he said. "There are lots of fish in
the pond. We can get a big string before
noon."
"Can't," said Bob. "llave to weed this
whole garden before noon. Father's going to
give me a quarter for it.
"What's a quarter? We can get a lot of
tish and sell them down at the hotel for a good
many quarters," scoffed Jack, temptingly.
Bob paused in his work and considered the
question. Then lie returned to his task with
decision. "Guess I'll stick to the weeding,"
he announced. "I'm sure of the quarter if I
finish tliis job. You're not sure that we will
get any fish or sell them if we do."
"Oh, come try it, anyway. You can finish
the weeding to-morrow," coaxed Jack.
"Can't do it. Father said to do the weeding
this morning, and he'meant it. Think I'll
stick to the sure thing and try the fish another
day," answered Bob.
"Good for you, Bob," said Uncle Will, who
had heard the whole thing. "Don't neglect
the twenty-five-cent duty for the dollar chance,
this time or any time. It doesn't pay."
Letter*
Dear Presbyterian:?About two weeks ago
four houses burnt up here. I have ten pets,
five little ducks, and five big ducks. I go to
Sunday School every Sunday. My grandpa
Smith has been preaching forty-eight years. I
go to school every day. I am in the third
grade. Last winter I went to Brandon. Miss..
to visit my aunt, and I went to school there.
I had a good time playing with my cousin. I
have two brothers, and they are twins. My
brothers are six years bid. My papa is a depot
agent. I will stop by asking a question. "Who
was the oldest man? I hope this letter will
not reach the waste basket.
Sandersville, Miss. Campbell Ramsey.
Dear Presbyterian:?This is my second letter
to your page, and I guess you have forgotten
the first letter, but all the same I have been
reading the fine letters and stories in your paper.
I guess I am little older than the other
contributors, but I'm in hopes my letter will
find room on your page. I have said two catechisms
through, and am half way through the
third. I have nearly read the Bible through,
and can say several Psalms and chapters. I
have never rend I don't think in your paper
about any Missionary Societies, or aDy other
kind of societies pertaining to missionary work.
"We have a junior missionary society, which
meets every other Friday. We talk about the
missionaries our church and other churches
Yt a vr/l cant f a fit A fAi*Atrvn (t ol.'lo T o m rtrAoi/1 onf
IIU ? u nvm IU in v IUI vi^ii iiviuoi m. (I III JM U.IIUI
and my sister is secretary. For tlic past week
onr Juniors joined in with the older missionary
society, and are having an Inn, in the afternoons
from three tintil seven o'clock. We
sell sandwiches, chocolate and other things
there. Wc have been doing fine so far. We now
have a new pastor, and we like him very mnch
Best wishes to the Presbyterian,
Your true friend, >
Richmond, Va - T*>ulse Washer.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SO
And, of course, it doesn't, when you come
to think it over. The little everyday duties,
if they are faithfully performed, pay better in
money, in strength, and in training in faith
fulness. The great chances that are held up
before our dazzled eyes too often depend upon
possible fish to be caught, and possible sales
that may never materialize. And when we
neglect the real duty for the possible chance,
we are training for unfaithfulness, for aimless,
half-hearted effort, and for every probable failure.
The well-performed duty, even though it
may be a twenty-five-cent one, pays best in the
long run of life.?The King's Own.
THE SQUIRREL'S FOSTER MOTITER.
Eddie Smith, who lives about three miles from
the village of Downing, Wisconsin, found a gray
squirrels' nest in the woods near his home last
summer, in which were two baby squirrels curled
up asleep. Tie took the little creatures home
with liirn, thinking to keep them for pets, but
was at a loss how to properly feed them. Finally
he took them and placed them boside an old
mouicr cat. wno naa several small kittens. Eddie
was surprised to sec that puss treated the
newcomers exactly as though they were her own
offspring.
Eddie had a splendid home made for his pets,
to keep them out of mischief. The squirrelhouse
was placed among some trees on the lawn
before his home. It is made of wire screen, and
is larger than a piano box. It has a pagoda-like
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5 From I he
Dear Presbyterian:?I am a little girl 4 years
old, I go to Sunday School every Sunday and
I am half through my catechism; Mrs. Daken
is my teacher, Mr. Paul is our Pastor and we
love, him and Mrs. Paul so much. I have two
sisters, the oldest goes to school and I miss
ner so much, will be glad when school is out
so we will have lots of time to skate. I am
just learning how to skate and I can't go out
without sister.. My little sister is just a dear,
she can say mamma, daddy and sister. I will
ask a question, who was the first baby in the
world?
Iloping my letter won't reach the waste
basket as I want to surprise my Uncle. You
don't know who that is but I do and he will
j 1-it'? :? i
iwuu my iciicr 11 11 is in your paper.
Your little friend,
Clifton Forge, Va. Lillian Major.
Dear Presbyterian:?I am a little boy five
years old. My mother lives with God, went
to live with Iliin when I was just eight months
old. I have two brothers, William and Spra
gins, and one sister, Cellie and* I love her very
dearly. My papa takes your paper. I love to
have him read to mo the stories for little boys
and girls. .1 like most of all the bear stories,
and would like for you to tell me more about
the little bears that went to Lexington, Va.,
to live. I go to Sunday School. Our pastor
is Rev. A. J. Ponton. lie comes to sec us right
often, and I like him very much. lie has a
little boy just my age and size. TTe come to
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see mo uiiuc miu i wuiuu HHP ior mm to come
again. ITope you will publish my letter. I
want my aunt Sallie. who is Mrs. T. ft. Pugh
and lives about two miles from us, to see it.
Your little friend,
Benjamin Watkins Marshall, Jr.
Madisonville, Va,
OTB (223) 7
appearance, and is divided into compartments,
which have wheels, cozy nests, and are in other
respects fitted up so as to make an ideal home
for the furry tenants.
The squirrels are fully grown now. Pass
visits them yet as frequently as possible, and
has never outgrown her love for them.?Mary
Alden Carver, in Our Dumb Animals.
"GOOD NIGHT."
The tiny boy, a little white-robed figure, was
repating bis evening prayer, and after the
"Amen," still kneeling, he added, "Good
night."
The mother gently reproved. "Ton should
wait until you are quite through your prayer,
dear, until vour rise to your feet, before you say
'Good night,' " she said.
"Why, T was saving 'Good night' to Jesus?
T always do. Doesn't he want me to say 'Good
night' to himt" The clear eyes clouded with
troumea questioning.
" 'Most always I say 'Good morning,' too,
when I 'member?same as I do to you?dmt "T
nlways say 'Good night.' I should 'spose he'd
want me to."
"Yes. dear; it is all right. Mother only didn't
understand," the wise mentor hastened to
amend, for the child's simple faith was nearer
the truth than our later-acquired ideas of reverence.
We hold back as secular too many
things that the lord would gladly share with
lis.?t, X. ??-wr
lildren
Dear Presbyterian:?This is my first letter
to you and I hope it will not find its way to
the waste basket. I am a little girl twelve years
old and go to Sunday School every Sunday.
Dr. Scott is our pastor's name, we like him
very much. Papa takey your good paper, and
I read the letters from the children. I will
close by asking a question, "Who is first mentioned
as "a tiller of the ground?"
Staunton, Va. Henrietta Ambrose.
Dear Presbyterian: lama little girl just five
years old, and have light hair and blue eyes.
My grandmother, Mrs. A. C. Jennings, and my
aunt, Mrs. B. K. Dice, take your good paper and
T * ~
i am always anxious to have the children's letters
read to me. I have a big brother ten years
old and a dear little brother just three months
old, and he is such a dear little boy. Tlis name is
James Filmore Crawford. We call him Fiimore.
My big brother's name is Karnes McCheney
Crawford. Tie has such a cute little
pony that he Tides to school; he calls her
"Pansy." My home is in Staunton, but we are
spending awhile with grandmother in the conn>try.
I stay with my Aunt Bceca a good deal.
I have such a cute little calf np there. She is
red with a white face and I call her "Beauty."
My father, Mr. James A. Crawford is manager
of the Armour Packing Co. in Staunton, Va. T
want to answer Frances Preston's question:
Judas betrayed Jesus. I also want to ash a
Question: TTow old was Nonh wlion ho dtp J1
Our pastor's name is Rev. J. N. Vandcvanter
and we all belong to the Old Stone eh arch in
Augusta county. Please print this letter as it
is my first, and T want to surprise my grandmother
and mother. I will close, with bost
wishes for The Presbyterian.
Your little friend,
Weyers Cave Katherine Elizabeth Crawford.