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sank down in it to his waist. He was frightened,
and began to scream for help; but he had
not much hope that help would come, for he
was a long way from any house.
He screamed until he was tired. He began
to think he would have to spend the night in
the ditch, when he heard steps on the grass.
Looking up he saw the boy he had driven from
the gate.
"Please help me out," said Tom, crying. "I
will give you a dollar."
"1 don't want the dollar," said the other
boy. Lying down flat on the grass, he held out
both of his hands to Tom, and drew him out
of the ditch.
Tom was covered with mud, his hat was gone,
and one shoe was lost in the ditch. He looked
very miserable.
"Who is dirty now?" asked the boy.
"I am," said poor Tom"; "but I thank you
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and I am sorry I sent you away from the gate."
"The next time I come, perhaps you will
treat me better," said the boy. "I am not
rich; but I am stronger than you are, and I
think I have better manners."
"I think so, too," said Tom.
The next day, when Tom saw the boy going
by the gate, he called him in, showed him
his rabbits, doves, and ducks, and gave him a
ride on his pony.
"You have better manners now," said the
boy,
"Yea," said Tom: "I found them in the
ditch."?Florence V. Hallrwell, in the Sunday
School Visitor.
Letters
Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl ten years
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1 am going to answer Amanda Belle McQaskill's
question. Adam and Kve were our first parents.
T go to Sunday school most every Sunday. I
have five sisters and one brother. I hope my
letter will be published. I will close by asking
a question: What was the sin of our first parents?
From your little friend,
Manchester, N. C. Wingold Waddell.
lJear Presbyterian: i am a liuie gin xen
years old. I go to school every day. I have
not missed a day this session. I am in the
fourth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Lucy
Callis and I like her fine. I go to Sundaj'
school every Sunday I can. My teacher's name
is Miss Mary Threawt. I know all the Child's
Catechism and I hope to get a Testament. Our
school Will close the 30th of this month. I have
four sisters and three brothers; I hope my letter
will be published for I want my teachers
to read it. My papa takes your good paper and
all of us love to read it. I will close by asking
some one the Golden Rule of the Bible.
Your little friend,
Zero, Va. Hattie V. Snead.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. I go to Sunday school; my teacher
is grandmother, Mrs. G. C. Young. I go to
school too: my teacher is Miss Essie Young.
I have three brothers and one sister. My grandmother
takes your good paper. I like to read
the letters from the children and the story.
This is my first letter; T hope it will not reach
the waste basket as I want to surprise my mother
and grandmother. I will ask a question:
How mahy children did Isaac have? Your
friend,
Camden, S. C. Nannell Blalock.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOU
THE BIRTHDAY GIFT.
BY S. POWER.
"Bonnie"?whose other name was Phil Cameron?sat
on a rock by the pond, studying hard
wnat he could get lor his mother s birthday
present. He had heard his mother say to a
neighbor last spring that there was something
she wanted more than anything else for the
flower beds, hut she never could find it. Could
he not find it if he hunted the waysides and the
edges of the woods and meadow banks, now it
was vacation? Don Felton could go with him,
for Don would never tell what they were after
and some of the other hoys might spoil his plan
if they knew it.
He would take the dog along, for Prince .iust
loved going off with the boys, and he never told
secrets.
So there were long days in vacation when
nothing was seen of the bov after breakfast until
he eame home late in the afternoon, very hungry,
quite tired, very dusty and very cheerful. He
said he had been off to Green Lodge with Don
Felton, and, as Green Lodge was a favorite
tramp with the boys, winter and summer, no
more questions were asked.
When the birthday came, Bonnie, Don and
the dog were gone before the mother finished
her breakfast. ' The mother hurried to get her
own work done in the forenoon, and went out
to help in the last touches for dinner, when
in eamo two grimy, dusty, hut jovooa hoys, and
a doer looking as delighted as if he had planned
the whole surprise. For Bonnie held out to
his mother a superh plant of cardinal flower,
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eleven
years old. T go to Sunday school every Sunday.
Rev. J. J. Fix is my pastor. Miss Nell
Walker is my teacher. She is my school teacher.
too. I have recited my little Catechism, and
am studying my Shorter Catechism. I have a
little pet cat; her name is "Miss Muffit." I will
close by asking a question: Who was the richest
king? Hoping my letter will not reach the
wastebasket. Your unknown friend.
Roanoke, Va. Rebecca Davis.
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uear ^resoyxcrian: x am a Doy twelve years
old, and have written to your paper twice. I
like to read the letters and also like to write.
My Sunday school teacher's name s Mrs. Eula
Holland. I like her and also my school teacher,
his name is Mr. J. T. Jones.
I will close by answering a question, and
that will be Lucille McLaughlin's: What is
the last word in the Old Testament! "Curse."
1 will ask one: Who was the first woman judge!
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nope ine wasie uHsaet js on a visit, must Close.
Your friend,
Longview, Tex. Kemp Alexander.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl five
years old; I am too little to write myself, so I
got my aunt to write for me.
T go to Sunday school, and know a good many
questions in the Child's Catechism, but I am
too little to go to day school, but know most
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pood paper and T love to hear them read the
stories and letters. I have one little sister,
name Oarletta, and two little brothers, we have
so much fnn plavinp. T will ask a question:
What is the shortest verse in the Bible ? T wish
you would please publish my letter as T want
to surprise mama and papa. Your little friend,
Middlebrook, Ya. Russell Lee Weaver.
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five feet high, the roots tied up with plenty
of earth clinging to them, and a spike of the
beautiful, jewel-red flowers in bloom, that seemed
to light the whole place. It was the mother's
favorite flower, and she had longed for a plant
to set in her garden for years. The story all
came out?how Bonnie had scoured the region
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had marked the spot, and visited it week by
week, wntering it in a dry time, and this morning
had dug the whole thing up and bore it
triumphantly to his mother.
This is a true story. The cardinal flower was
transplanted to bis mother's garden on her
birthday many, many years ago. She has had
birthday presents and forgotten them; every
year that beautiful jewel flower blooms for her
njrain. and she thinks of the two eager, dusty
little boys who tugged it home for her over
miles of hot country road.?Ex.
WHEN SAW WE THEE A-HUNGER?
Upon her lap that should have held a child.
A woman rocked a dog of pedigree,
She crooned to it and talked to it and smiled,
As though it were a baby on her knee.
Within a work-house vile, and poor and dim,
An orphan laddie sobs on bended knees
Ixmging for one to kiss and mother him.
Lord, God o>f Love, give recompense to these!
?J. R. Moreland.
Young Christians may make mistakes in work*
ing for Christ, but they make ? greater mistake
in not working for him. So failure in making
the ;:ttempt is so bad as to fail to make it
lildren
Dear Presbyterian: I am nine years old. I
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I like to read the letters in your paper. 1
hope my letter will not reach the waste basket.
I will ask a question: Who were our first parents?
Your friend,
Montevallo, Ala. Theresa Liston.
Dear Presbyterian: I enjoy the little letters
on the Children's Page so much that I would
like to join too. I am a little boy seven years
old. My birthday is on the seventh of September.
I go to Sunday school every Sunday,
and like to get my lessons. I went to school
six months last year and six months this year.
1 like to go to school and am in the 3rd grade. I
have a little sister and brother; they are four
years old?they are twins. We have a shepherd
puppy and her name is Frisky. My father
is a farmer. I like to live on a farm. I hope
my letter will not reach the waste basket. Your
little friend,
Grand Cane, La. Gladys McMichael.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy nine
years old. I go to school; my teacher's name
is Miss Emmine Black. I like her fine. I have
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mice urouiers ana six sisters; my oldest brother
is in Florida. My papa has two horses and
three mules. T like to ride horse-hack. T go to
'teaching at Long Street Church. Rev. L.
Smith is our pastor. We all think a lot of him.
My papa takes your paper and I like to read
the letters and stories in it. T will answer
Thornton Glover's question: Who went to
Heaven in a chariot of fire? Elija. Tf T'm not
right some one please correct me. I will ask
a question who was Isaac's father? Hope to
see my letter in print as T want to surprise my
papa. Your little unknown friend,
Manchester, N. C. Duncan McFadyen.