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Jane 18, 1913] THE
"Tee, aad it was yeur papa who lived in tfa?
fir-tree stump, too, and who was a contented,
good little boy. It's not the kind of a house you
have that makes you whine, you see, Teddy ladf "
The boy looked about the neat, cheerful room
lor a moment, then he said: "It's the kind of a
?boy, and I'll smile next time, grandmamma."
?Child's Gem.
AGRAIN OF SAND.
BY CLARA MARSHALL.
"Mother! mother! there's something in my
eye. please take it out, quick!" Flossy came
hurrying to her mother. Her blue eyes were
bloodshot, her eyelids swollen, and the tears
were running down her cheeks.
"Why, what is it?" asked her mother, as she
put her arms around the child.
"I don't know; it's an awful hig thing. The
wkna Diew it m my eye a minute ago."
The mother examined the afflicted eye carefully.
but could find nothing except tears.
"I don't see anything in it, dearie."
"But it's there, mother; please do get it out.
It makes me so uncomfortable."
The mother looked again. Then she bathed
the hurt eye with warm water, and told Flossy
to keep it closed for a time; but the poor eye
did not get any better. Something was in it?
something as big as a marble, Flossy thought.
"Well, Flossy, T think we had better go to Dr.
Wright and see what he can do," said her mother.
after trying everything she could think of
for the relief of her little daughter.
T>r. Wright was the good doctor Flossy loved,
nnd she stood very quiety with her face in the
light as he kept her eyelid open.
Letters
Dear Presbyterian: This is my first letter.
I am ten years old. I wili be in the fourth
grade next year. Miss Fowlkes was my teacher
last year. I go to Sunday school every day I
Can. T flTTl shirlvincf +Via ? n
? wuv vyiiiiu o uaicutiidiii. i/.
MeOorkle is our pastor. I go to the Presbyterian
church. 1 want to answer Robert Boiling Dancaster's
question?What king put Daniel in the
lions' den? Herod. My question is: Which
was the wicked king? Please publish ray letter,
because I want to surprise my mother and sisters.
Your little friend,
Rockbridge Baths, Va. Maria Tate Sterrett.
Dear Presbyter!pji : I am a little girl seven
years old. I go to Sunday school most every
Sunday. My teacher is Miss Nellie Van Devanter
and our pastor is Rev. F. T McFaden, and I
iove them both. I have two brothers and three
haters. My mother takes your nice paper and
my big sister reads the letters and stories to me, <
and I enjoy hearing them. This is the first let- :
ler I have written to you, and I hope it will not
reaeih the waste basket, because I want mother
and father to see it in the paper next Sunday.
Your little friend,
Richmond, Va. Camilla Price Alsop.
1
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven i
years old. I have written you ortce before and
you were so kind to print it. I will answer Eve- (
iyn Virginia Marlow's question: Who was the <
meekest man? Moses. I will ask a question:
Who was cast into the fiery furnace? Please
ion't put my letter in the waste basket as I
want to surprise my daddy.
Prom your littU friend, i
Austin, Texas. Ruth Pauiek.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOU
"AkJ" said the deeber; and i* aa instant he
held his instrument toward her. "here it is!"
""Wheref" asked the mother. "I don't see
anything."
"I don't either," said Flossv: "bnt mv ?vp
r 7 "
does not hurt any longer."
"It's just a tiny speck of sand." replied the
doctor, "too small to see, unless you know where
to look for it."
Some days after, Flossy was fidgeting about
ihe room where her mother was sewing. It was
rainy weather out of doors and Flossy was in
bad humor; nothing peased her.
"Please don't. Flossy," said her mother over
and over again. "You make me very uncomfortable.
If you don't stop worrying, yon must go
away by yourself."
Flossy sat down by the window, pouting, In
a little while her fare brightened, and she came
to her mother and put a little soft kiss on her
cheek.
"I'm like that little grain of sand, mother;
don't yon think so*" said she.
"What do von meant"
"I'm not very big, bnt I make people uncomfortahle
when my temper gets in the wrong
place. I love von. mother?T love yon truly:
and T would not hurt you as that sand did me
for anything. The sand could not help itself'
hut I can. and T will, right away."?Our Bnya
and Oirls.
A young lady accidentally brn?hed against a
little bootblack, and politely asked his pardon.
me neglected little fellow snid, "Here, Miss.
You can knock me down if yon will ax my pardon
like that."
From The CVi
iJe.ir Fresbyterian: This is my second letter;
T thought I would \Vrite sooner as Ruth Ponick
answered my question. Another little writer answered
it also but not right. I will answer Julia
Garretts' question : What is the shortest chapter
in the Bible? Psalm 117. I will close by
asking a question: How many sons did Jacob
have and what tribes did they represent. Hoping
my letter will not reach the waste basket as
I want to surprise my mother and father.
Grenada. Miss. Eugene Moore.
Bear Prpshvtprinn T o-m o
?r, .... . j. tun a iii tic uuy twelve
years old. I go to Sunday school every Sunday
1 can. My teacher is Miss Barbara Brand. Our
pastor is Rev. J. 0. Mann. I have a little dog
und four pigeons. I have four brothers and no
sisters. This is mv first time I have written to 1
you as T want to surprise father and mother. I
will ash one question : How many boohs are there 1
of the New Testament. I hope my letter will
not reach the waste basket. '
Your unknown friend.
Fisherville. Ya. Hyle "W. Coiner
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Dear Presbyterian: T am a little girl seven
years of age. I am writing this letter myself. I ,
have been staying with grandma, hnt T have been ,
sick and didn't get to stay with her. My sisetr ;
May jnst wrote to yon. I go to Sunday school at ]
~ a?x n.n *
uiicilj uiu?r. ^arnenne is my teacher. \
She takes the paper and I like to read the letters f
nnd stories. Sometimes T ride with daddy on ?
the horses. I had a nice school teacher, her ]
name is Miss Nell McDonald. I will ask a j
Tnestion. "What were the navies of Joseph's ,
brethren? Yonr friend, j
Martinshnrg, "W. Va. Alma Bversnle.
'TH <?* ) "
FREE OITY.
I know % little city on a sreen and runny kill,
Whera a hundred tiny families have homes.
itn byways are unc.owded, its leafy lanes are still.
And there no nolsv railroad ever comes.
The homes are high and airy. They hang and rock
and sway
Whichover way the summer breezes blow.
They have no doors or windows, no roof to blow
away.
Out leafy awnings shade the babes below.
The fathers and the mothers all earn their daily
bread
And bring it to the little ones who cry.
They do not ride or motor; they do not walk; Instead
They choose the very latest mode?they fly.
The happy little citizens who live so high and free
They sing and sine and sing the whole day long,
jf'or the peaceful, quiet city is a green and lovely
tree.
And the dwellers there are birds, whose life is
song?St. Nicholas.
A GOOD GAME.
The little brown Filipinos in a mission school
in the Philippine Islands play thds game, we are
told.
They have Bible-verse bees, just as we have
spelling bees, dividing into sides and each in
turn reciting a Bible verse. As soon as one fails
1o remember a verse, he has to leave his line, and
so, litt'e by little, the lines shorten. Tbev generally
play this game in the evening, and some
times their teacher has a hard time to get them
to stop and go to bed! The children have learned
so many verses, they seem to be able to go on
all night!
Lildren
" 11
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy eleven
years old. My father runs a saw mill, and we
moved here from Virginia this spring I have
iwo pets, a dog and a cat. My dog I have taught
to shake hands . My brother has helped me build
u water wheel in the creek near papa's mill. I
have five brothers and three sisters, but only one
brother and two sisters are. at home. T will
answer Guy B. Listrap's question: What woman
was turned into a pillar of salt! loot's wife.
i w>ll ask a question : How long did Joseph stay
in prison? I hope my letter will be printed as I
I want to surprise my brother.
Your young friend, I
Essex, N. C. Philip B. Stillman. I
Dear Presbyterian: Here I am again. We I
nre going to have a camp meeting at bamar I
again this year; we have one every summer about
-Tunc. T just love to go; we sure have fnn. I I
Rm going to join the church this time, also my
sister, Hallie: she is older than I am. Two of 9
my cousins are going, too, Agnes Brundrett and 9
Blond Brundrett. My aunt and two cousins,
Mrs. Bennet. and Nell and McRae are their 9
lames: they are out here from Cevere visiting us.
We are all going fishing and bathing this sum- I
ner at Lamar when my aunt Ruth and husband 9
Rnd child come. My older sister, Ruth, is-com- I
ng home next week from D. B. C. and we will
so glad to have her hack. She is an artist and
will bring lovely pictures home with her, and a
iet of children for mama that she painted herlelf.
We are all spending onr vacation at our
iame, about 12 miles from Lamar. Brother has
rone into town today. Grandma McBae misses
is very much as we spent the winter there gong
to school eight months. Well good-bye.
Lamar, Texas. Norma McHae Will.