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For Woman’s Work.
JUST 188 HWY.
Ry Daisy Shrftall McKendree.
J
UST be happy to-day, dear one,
Forget mistakes of the past,
Cheer up, be glad for the best you have
Regret mustn’t always last.
Just forget your aching heart’s cry
In trying to help the distressed —
Let comfort flow out of your broken life,
And you shall have peace and rest.
Just be happy to-day, dear one,
Hush your heart’s great longing cry,
:Soon, too soon, you must lay it down
;So why should you weep or sigh?
iSorrow stands close around e<ch door—
iHelp others whose lives know pain;
•Give from the store of God’s love to you
’Twill bring you eternal gain.
For W< MAN 8 Work.
A TALE OF TEN KITTENS.
'RAGEDIES occur in the dumb ani
mal world which if known and writ-
ten out would surely lead people, grown
ups as well as children, to be more con
siderate ol all dependent creatures.
A thing happened at our house last
spring—and spring where we live means
early in March. It was amusing at first,
but there came a time when we did not
talk ol it when Ben was by. Ben is ten
der-hearted, and all his eight years of life
it has been our way to teach him to be
:kind to every creature, and to remember
that only God can give life, though any
boy can take it Ben goes to school. We
jive on the outskirts of a large Southern
town; so Ben has a long walk when he
goes to school, and before he reaches the
paved streets he must cross a grassy com
mon.
Here he one day came upon a yellow
mother-cat and ten little ones, all skulking
in trouble and terror among the bushes
by the roadside. The kittens had their
eyes open—this showed they were two
weeks old. Though very young and help
less, they were plump and beautiful.
There was no house near by, so Ben felt
that he had come upon a treasure to which
no one could lay a prior claim. He had
discovered a gold mine! So with much
pains, and by stowing them in his pockets,
his lunch-box and his book-bag, he brought
them home, begging so earnestly to keep
them that our judgment was soon put to
sleep and we gave way. Lucy, the old
black cook, whose idol he is, was Ben's
advocate in his suit.
’‘Hit's disaways,” she said, “dem ar cats
is as much his n as dey is de nex’ man’s;
nobedy aint gwine* ter ’spule he claim; no
body aint want ’em yit! You see, hit’s
disaways: de mice is dat monstrous bad in
dis keutry, let ’lone de rats—rats as big as
squir’ls, and what kin eat co’n same lak a
pig kin, er chickens wusser’n de minks
Just to-day, dear one,
Forget the hopes of the past,
The broken links you’ve lain aside
Will unite in heaven at last;
Others, too, have put away dreams,
Their hearts have been stripped and
made bare,
J ust put your shoulder beneath their load
Until they find hope somewhere.
Just be happy to-day, dear one,
The Father doth know it all;
He’ll guide your weary feet aright—
You shall not fall.
He hears your silent sobs at night,
He knows the great cares that molest;
Help others whose hearts sing the same
sad song,
And Christ will give you sweet rest.
By B. B Huddleston.
does—dat folks is des bleeged fo’ to keep
cats. An’ some folks, mo' spec’ly de po’
white trash, w’en dey gits mo’ cats dan
what dey wants, dey des sacks ’em up an’
ca’r’s ’em oft som’er’s an’ draps ’em on dey
neighbors. Hit’s my ’pinion dat dis aint
no one cat’s kittens—some man hev’ just
up an’ grabbed all de kittens what he kin
lay han’s on; de consekence is, dis ol’ cat
hev’ foun’ herse’f tu’n into a norpan ’sy
lum, an’ she aint know how she gwine ter
run it, ’way off yere. She needs ’sistance
bad!" l
Ben had not been able to catch the moth
er; ten squirming kittens were all he could
hold at one time.
“But us’ll put ’em in a box on de back
gal'ry,” Lucy said confidently. ‘ Dey
mammy she’ll come to ’em. Dat blessed
chile will have all de pets he want, fo’
one time.”
And he had. So had Lucy. So had
we all. For the mother refused to join
her family; if she ever came near them
we did not know it, and they seemed to
cry continually. She hung disconsolately
about the bushes on the common, but no
coaxing would draw her nearer. It was
manifestly equivalent to murder to carry
the kittens back to the common; if they
should escape the tortures of cruel boys
they would likely die of exposure. Their
mother would never be able to nourish
them all.
Lively times ensued. Despite Lucy’s
promises the box tailed long to restrain the
kittens. They began to climb over the
sides, when we were truly astounded to see
how much space they could cover, and
how agile they could be in getting under
foot. Their united vocal powers were all
pervading. Then all the ten were always
hungry! They were too young to eat,
they could not lap milk “worth a cent.”
Instead, they poked their little pink noses
so deep into the saucers that they must
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draw back, strangling and sneezing and
wiping their whiskers with their tiny paws;
or they got into the saucers with all their
feet and couldn’t stand it—you know how
a cat hates wet feet! They must soon have
starved, only that Ben fed them bits of
finely shredded beet, and when Lucy had
time she soaked rags in milk, which they
sucked greedily.
Not only was the kitchen alive with kit
tens, but also they yowled in famished
chorus at the dining room door all the
while we were at meals, or, if the door
chanced to be ajar for an instant, swept in
upon us in a solid phalanx, mewing at
every step. Tney invaded the bedrooms.
They went upstairs—were even found
sleeping in the bureau drawers. We
were airaid to sit upon any chair with
out first tilting it to spill possible kittens
out of it. Oh, ten kittens are a great
manyl The man of the house said that
either he or the cats would have to board
out, and he began to pack his trunk.
This settled the fate of the kittens. Next
day when Ben started to school Lucy went
with him as far as the common and they
carried a covered basket, a large box with
hay in it, and bread and milk. They fixed
a nice cat-bed in the box, tilting it side
wise to keep out the rain, gave the kittens
their milk, scattered the bread around to
attract the mother, and came softly away
lest the kittens should follow.
For many days Ben fed the kittens. The
mother re-adopted them and we hoped
that she might raise them. The grass was
now fresh and green and many birds built
nests in the bushes on the common; the
mother, I fear, played havoc with the
birds. She may have caught rabbits, too,
and lazy lizzards, but of mice she had
none, and, while she ate of Ben’s bounty,
rhe never grew less shy and distrustful.
This grieved the boy very much, but Lucy
said it was all due to ignorance. “De po’
crilter aint usen to frien's,”she said, * she’s
been 'bused all ’er days.”
Later the kittens began to disappear,
one at a lime, and at intervals of a day or
two. The mother was seldom seen, and
she looked thin and worried The kittens
grew pitifully poor, and crept out of
hiding whenever Ben passed. He had
hard work to keep them from following
him to school. They seemed to be almost
deserted by the mother, and were unable
to eat sufficient food.
“I tell you, chile,’’ Lucy said, “dat ol’
ma-cat she’s a ca’in dem kittens home wha’
she corned ium. Like as not dey aint no
mo’ pop’lar dar dan what dey wus at de
ve’y ofi start, when dey uz fotch yere an’
drap in de bushes. De Good-man sho’
orter make some pusson hustle fo’ he liv
in’, out in some ol’ fiel’, one whet—to see
how hit feel to de cat-critters. Dat mam
my-cat, she’s homesick!"
We wondered much concerning the
journeys of the poor mother, who must go
so far, and so many trips, before she could
ca'ry all her ten babies home. That the
distance was considerable we knew, be
cause she was each time so long away.
One evening we found out. Going for
a drive we came upon a touching sight.
It was ten miles from home, by the circling
route we had taken, and we were near a
weather-beaten but roomy farm house,
when we came upon a thin, ragged furred,
yellow cat—gaunt as famine, and fairly
staggering along the sandy road. In her
mouth she carried what had been the
prettiest of the ten kittens, but now a mis
erable little wreck from lack of food.
Ben leaped up, his face aglow. “It’s
‘Tommy Truly,'” he cried. “It’s the one
I wanted most to keep!” Then he burst
out crying so that the horses shied at the
sound, a .d he flung himself into his moth
er’s arms, saying: “Oh, see how tired she
is! It is so, so lar and she is so small and
weak!”
Ben’s mother turned her face the other
way—to where the river lay smiling in the
evening sun, and away from the pitiable
sight. ‘‘We will go to-night and get the
rest,” she said, gently, holding the boy
close to her. “They will perish at this
rate.”
But it was morning ere Ben could go;
he was sound asleep when we reached
home. There were only four of the kit
tens left and, alas, two of those were stiff
and cold. They had starved! The others
crept out to him, wobbling on their thin,
weak little legs, when Ben snatched them
up and ran home.
Then a queer thing happened. We nev
er understood it, unless it was, as Lucy
suggested, that the mother had met only
coldness, violer ce perhaps, in her return
to the old home with hqr babies. Certain
it is, she, who had so long rejected our
offers of a home, now came of her own ac
cord and took up her abode with us.
When Ben went, early one morning, to
see his pets, behold, curled up in the box
with them was their nother! She did not
run, even when Ben’s delighted calls
brought Lucy to gaze at her; she only laid
a yellow paw proteciingly over her sleep-
ing babies and eyed the pair besetc iingly,
We could only guess the fate of th« kit
tens she had carried away; she stayed with
these and they all grew plump and hand
some together on Lucy’s bounteous fare.
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