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Heart Trouble
from Childhood
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When Company Comes to Our House
When comp’ny comes to our house
I has the mostest fun,
An’ es they comes in the afternoon,
Why, I thes cuts an’ run;
’Cause ma, she goes in the parler
An’ takes the biggest while,
So’s she kin watch the close they
wear
An’ ketch the latest style.
When comp’ny comes to our house
To stay all through a meal,
Why, then you gits the goodest
things
To eat. It makes me steal
Underneath the kitchen winder
To sniff them good old smells
’At creep outside the doors an’
cracks —
CHAT.
ARE YOU getting the Christmas
spirit all astir within you? If
you could go out into this busy
city and see the beautifully decorated
windows, the immense display of
every imaginable toy and holiday gift,
the rich combinations of red and
green and tinsel draperies, I am sure
your blood would be all a tingle with
enthusiasm, and wishing your pocket
book contained bills innumerable.
Christmas things are always inter
esting, but this season the designers
seem to have surpassed themselves,
for the dovn-town stores are veritable
“gardens of wonderland”.
In one window is a beautiful moun
tain scene, with the train running over
toy bridges and track as swiftly as
though in reality it was hurrying its
load of passengers to their different
homes for the holidays. Tiny electric
lights burn along beside the track; the
ground is lightly covered with snow;
the mountain homes, with the cattle
and frontier scenery, are so naturally
arranged that you almost feel yourself
rushing through the tunnels and
around the curves. Even the cave,
with the mountain bear creeping out
to seek for food is not left out, nor the
hunter and the feather-bedecked In
dians, with their bucking ponies. It is
truly wonderful to see how nearly
man can copy life, yet how helpless he
is to make these perfect imitations of
God’s creative power breath the
breath of life.
It is just as possible to imitate, with
seeming charity and outward service,
the spiritual life, as only Christ can
give that life. Our lives may seem
just as pure and true to the world as
the real children of God; there may be
perfect morality, but if the heart has
not been touched with the fire from
off God’s altar, that burns out the un
belief within us, we are no more than
the wound-up mechanical toy; there
is no purified life in us, and we can
but go to destruction.
I want to tell you of how our Sun
day-school has planned to have a
Christmas-giving rather than getting
tree. Each class is to bring a differ
ent kind of donation, and each person
is to pay an entrance fee of two
oranges or apples. There will be a
program furnished by the different
classes, and names of the needy
throughout the neighborhood, irre
spective of denomination, will be fur
nished by a committee The donations
will be divided as the committee sees
best, and all left over sent to the Or
phans Home. This seems to me to be
a far better idea of Christmas than
the making of money to buy toys and
The Golden Age for December 8, 1910.
An’ then comes sumpen else!
When comp’ny comes to our house
We gits perserbs—an’—cake,
An’ ma’s so busy talkin’
She don’t see all I take;
I heps myself to everything,
Right under her very nose.
But she don’t ever see me—
She’s a-lookin ’at their close.
When comp’ny comes to our house
I gits to set up late,
’Cause ma thes talks an’ talks to pa,
While I sneaks out the gate.
She tells him all they sed an’ did,
An’ all she said herse’f.
When comp’ny comes, I guess my pa
He wushes he wuz def.
Ft. Worth. —M. M.
trash for ourselves and children. Even
the little tots in the primary class
voted unanimously for the giving
Christmas. Os course, there will be
some entertainment prepared for
them, yet they are trained in this way
to think of others.
I will be glad if my boys and girls
will write some newsy letters for next
week.
LITTLE MOTHER.
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A SERMON IN A RAIROAD COACH.
By Bishop John F. Berry.
The train stopped at a junction in
the mountains and took on several
passengers. Among the number was
a little old woman who took the seat
just inside the door. She was very
small, and could not have weighed
more than a hundred pounds. She
must have been eighty at least. Her
face was deeply wrinkled but it was
beautiful. Her clothes were plain,
but neat. Her eyes seemed very bright
as she looked out through gold-rim
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evidently unaccustomed to travel, for
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haven’t traveled much, old woman.
Next time you go away from home
you’d better take some one along to
take care of you. We’ll take you on
to Scranton, and you can get back to
night, some time!”
The little woman was thoroughly
frightened. She turned red in the face
and then she got white. She rubbed
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across the aisle, got up and crossed to
where the unhappy woman was.
Standing before her he raised his hat
and made one of the most exquisitely
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The Law of the White Circle
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he asked permission to sit down be
side her. The old woman was some
what deaf, and, sitting in the seat di
rectly behind them, I could easily
overhear the conversation.
“It is not so bad as the conductor
says,” I heard him explain. “People
often get on the wrong train. I’m not
very old, but have gotten on the
wrong train twice myself. But I got
home all right. You’ll get home all
right. I live at Scranton, and I know
that in just about an hour after this
train arrives another train —a local
train —will go back, and it will surely
stop at your town. Your folks will
wonder why you did not come at the
promised time, but when you do ar
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to see you. They will be more pleas
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