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December 27, 1916] THE
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By Rev. Stuart Ny
Giving thanks always for all things unto God
anu the Father.?Ephesians 5:20.
This is the last Sunday of the year, when we
ought to think seriously about the twelve
months that are past. We cannot think of
them without being thankful to God for all
that He has done for us. IIow many good
tilings we have had and how many good time
I have been ours in the year 1916. We couldn't
begin to count them if we wanted to, and we
have God to thank for them all.
There was a teacher once who asked her class
who gave them the bread that they had for
their dinner. They all said, "My mother."
"And who gave it-to your mother?" "The
baker." "And who gave it to the baker?"
"The miller." "And who gave it to the mill?erf"
"The farmer." "And who gave it to
farmer?" "The ground." "And who gave it
to the ground?" "God."
hYes, God gave us the food that we eat and
everything else that we have to make us happy.
Not very long ago I saw a poor woman who
I Mas not able to move a single muscle of her
body. She lies all the day stretched out on a
bed and has to be fed like a little child. And
she has been lying that way for twelve years.
When we see someone like that, and then think
how strong and active and healthy we are we
ought to be very thankful to God, for our
health comes from Him.
When you were sick last year, who made you
well? You say, "The doctor came and gave
me some medicine and before long I was well
again." But where did the doctor get the
- medicine? It came from the drug store. And
where did it come from before that? It came
from a plant that grows in the ground. And
who made it grow ? God. God gave us our
bread and our health and* everything that we
have. And we sometimes forget to thank Him
for them.
"I'll just keep it shy from mother until I'm
settled in other pastures," he said, summoning
a smile to his usually bright face as he entered
the house.
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^uu uctu auuuici man i inquired Alien
that afternoon of the superintendent of a large
establishment on Main Street.
"No. If you'd been around this morning,
Murray, I might have given you something.
There's nothing now. I'm sorry," he added,
looking kindly at the square-shouldered young
fellow. He had known Allen back in his newspaper
days.
At the next place the proprietor asked where
he had been working.
"At Brady's" answered Allen, briefly.
"Why did you leave Brady?"
That was a poser. Allen hesitated. His sense
of honor forbade going into details. "It was
I over a question of personal honesty," he
answered at last.
The man smiled insolently.
The color flamed into Allen's face at the look.
That his explanation admitted two interpretations
had not occurred to him.
"We're not wanting such help," said the
man, curtly.
"Gee! Catch me making that kind of an
idiot of myself again," muttered Allefa under
his hreath, as he stalked angrily out of the
shop.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SO
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mon to Children.
e Hutchison, D. D.
The day before Christmas the postman rings
your bell and he hands you a package someone
has sent you for a Christmas gift. Now
what do you do? Do you thank him for bringing
it and let it go at that? No, indeed. You
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jvuii. nisiue ana see wno sent it ana you thank
the person who gave it.
Do you know the trouble is with many of us
we thank the people who bring the gifts and
we forget to look inside and see who sent them.
That is the reason we do not thank God more.
In the spring when the flowers are blooming
the mothers of Germany tell their children
a little story of one of the flowers that we all
know. Long, long ago there was a poor musician
who loved a maiden. But she was the
daughter of a nobleman and he was only a
poor musician, and he was told that he could
never marry her till he had won riches and
fame. So he went away to a distant land to
try to become great so that he could win her.
After a few years he had both riches and fame
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evening they were walking along the river side
when he saw a bunch of lovely little flowers
growing close to the water's edge. lie reached
over to pluck them for her, and as he did so
his foot slipped and he fell into the river. The
current was very swift and he was carried
away, but before he sank he threw the bunch
of flowers he had plucked to the land, crying
as he did so. "Forget-me-not." Ever since
1hat day, so the story goes, that little flower,
which before was called the "Mouse's Ear,"
because it looks so much like the ear of a
mouse, has been called the "Forget-me-Not."
To everyone who listens that little flower
says "Forget-me-not," and to everyone who
thinks today of the blessings of the year the
is ending, God is saying, "Give thanks for all
things unto God and the Father."
Norfolk, Va.
Allen recalled a series of articles written for
a prominent maffnzinr*
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of a college man seeking work in Chicago. At
the time he had considered them overdrawn; in
the light of his present experience they appared
true to life.
On the atyernoon of his second day, he came
upon a foreman overseeing a gang of workmen
digging a sewer ditch.
"That's better than tramping around looking
for a job. My coal-shoveling may do me a
good turn now," he said, smiling grimly as
he walked over to the foreman.
Had young Murray seen the smile of satisfaction
on James Brady's face as the latter
drove around the corner with Dr. Stuart behind
a span of Brady's high-steppers, he would
have felt puzzled indeed.
"Doc!" exclaimed Brady, "do vmi ??<> thut
boy? Bless me, if he isn't working with a gang
of dagoes! He's the right stuff. We'll telegraph
for that stateroom at once."
That night Mr. Brady received the following
note. It was brief and to the point:
"Mr James Brady:
"Dear Sir:?No inducement you may be able
to offer can alter my decision of yesterday. It
is still a matter of personal honesty. Thanking
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"Allen Murray."
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letter, another in .Tames Brady's well-known V '
hand was left by special messenger at the Murray
home. It said: J
"My Dear Murray:?With you it was a question
of honor; with me it was a question of
honor and business. The two are, in iny opinion,
inseparable. -'j
"It is absolutely necessary that the super
intenilent of Brady's Coal and Lumber Company
be honest, not because it is the best policy,
but because honesty is right. You have
come out of the test the purer, the stronger,
as I was certain you would. "-3
"I have the honor of offering you the position
of superintendent of Brady's Coal and
Lumber Company at a salary of two thousand
dollars a year.
"Dr. Stuart, not satisfied with worrying his
other patients into their graves, has taken it
into his head to banish me to Timbuctoo, or
the North Pole?perhaps he knows where?I'm
sure I don't.
"I leave on the New York Express to-morrow
evening.
"If you will run up in the morning, we will
talk over matters that may be of interest to our
new superintendent. Most eordially yours,
"James Brady."
?American Boy.
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Dear Presbyterian: I am thirteen years old.
I am in the fourth grade and in English, in
spelling, history, arithmetic. I wish I will see
my letter in the Presbyterian paper next week.
I will be glad when Christmas comes. We have a
good time at school playing ring games and
jumping rope. I have three sisters going to
school and I have one little baby sister. She
is one year old and she likes to play with the
kittens.
Yours truly,
Louise Tucker.
Richmond, Va., R. 1.
BEST GRANDMOTHER AND AUNTS.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl 8 years
old. I have one sister and two brothers. We
live with our grandmother and three aunts.
I am sure we have the best grandmother and
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?uutv>> buuuicu ever iijui. my
big sister, Mignon Baunan, takes your paper,
We have a large yard and big house. With
lots of trees to play under. I am a "Lone
Star" girl, from Texas. Please keep this out
of the trash basket for I want to surprise my
family by having my name in the paper grandpa
used to love so much. I heard grandma say
Grandpa Hamilton took your good paper for
about 40 years. I am studying German, too,
and my next letter to you may be in German.
So you can see that I am right German.
Your little friend,
San Antonio, Texas. Anabel Rannnn
LIKES SCHOOL.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven
years old. And I go to a Christian church. I
do not go to a high school. I am in the third
grade and this is the third year that I have
been going. Miss Carrie is my teacher and she
is very good to me. I like her fine. This is
the second letter that I have written to you.
Your friend,
Viola May Martin.
Ellerson, Va., R. 1.
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