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THE LESSER MINISTRIES.
A flower upon my threshold laid,
A little kindness wrought unieen:
1 know not who love's tribute paid,
I only know that it lihh made
Life's pathway smooth,life's borders green.
Hod bless the gracious hands that e'er
Buch lender minim rles essay;
Dear nanda, that help the pilgrim bear
His load of weariness anil care
More bravely up the t< llsoine way.
Oh, what a little thing can turn
A heavy heart from sighs to song!
A i mile can make the World less aiern;
A woru can cause ihe eoui to burn
With glow of heaven ah nightlong!
It needs not that love's gift be great—
Home splßUuld Jewel of the soul
Fur which a king mlgui supplicate.
Nay! true love’s least. »t love's true rate,
Is tithe must rojat of the whole.
The Churchman.
Husband* Overindulge Wives.
There is not a wife living who would
not resent being told that her woman
ly nature, her true self, was being de
stroyed, undermined, by a too intense
and absorbed devotion on the part of
her husband; that she was daily los
ing womanly strength and force, and
rapidly becoming a clog and impedi
ment to ner husband's progress, be
cause of his indulgence. We hear a
great deal said about the selfishness
of men, but unbiased observers will
have to admit that a great proportion
of the selfishness that escaped from
Pandora’s box found refuge in the
hearts of women.
l.ook about the world and see if you
do not find as many husbands victims
of a wife's nerves, headache or back
ache, as you find wives sacrificed to a
Husband’s sins or weaknesses. Men’s
acts of selfishness are more apparent,
as a usual thing; they are more fla
grant. Woman’s selfishness is more
insidious.
A husband's comfort is wholly de
pendent on a wife. If she chooses to
revenge herself for any inattention or
deprivation, there are thousands of
petty ways open to her that a man
would scorn to use. The writer calls
to mind a pretty, girlish wife, who
was excessively extravagant, and who
had a most devoted husband. Sitting
with a party of ladies one day when
the subject of managing husbands was
under discussion, she shook a pretty
golden head, amt with a merry laugh,
said, “I manage better than any of
you; when Sammy don't do just as I
want him to, I go to bed and stay
tnere till he gives in.” There was a
burst of protest, but the young wo
man went on with perfect calmness:
“You know last week you all thought
I was ill. 1 wasn’t, i wanted a hun
dred dollars for my spring dress and
bonnet; Sammy would only give me
fifty; but I tell you he was glad to
give me the other fifty to get me up.
I’d have stayed there till now if he had
not." Anu she looked around wiut
an air of triumphant pride. There are
few women who resort to such meth
ods —none worthy of an honest love;
but are there not women who assume
a cold, reserved, constrained manner
if they are deprived of any indulgence
or liberty, women who resent, per
haps unconsciously, any control over
actions or expenditures?
Few wives or children stop to think
how little, comparatively, of a hus
band's or father’s income is expended
on himself alone. The major part is
devoted to home and its dependent in
mates. This financial abnegation is
accepted as a matter of course by thoae
at home and abroad, and the world
makes a butt of the man who does
otherwise; but surely the deepest
devotion should be given in return
from those who are benefited by it. —
Domestic Monthly.
A Plea lor tbe Rif nt.
It seems to me that there is no sub
ject as broad, as deep, and as high
and far-reaching as that of intemper
ance.
It affects mankind everywhere, and
blights the human race wherever it
goes.
Against this evil I would fall my
length and rise with the banner of
temperance and plant it if possible in
every village, in every city and on
the summit of every hill and moun
tain in the world.
More than 100,Ovd American souls
perish every year as the result of alco
hol.
There is a man running for the phy
sician.
What is the matter?
A woman dying.
Cause—whisky.
Listen to the crying and the screams
of the children in the cabin on the
hillside.
What's the matter?
Papa’s away on a drunken ramble;
no bread to eat; mother dying with
grief.
Cause —whisky.
Here’s a grave.
Who's buried here?
A prominent lawyer.
When did he die?
Years ago.
Cause —whisky.
Here’s a beautiful, happy home, sur
rounded by beautiful groves, in which
the little birds warble and sing their
sweetest melodies—flowers in the yard,
music in the parlor—a family circle—
Annie in the parlor singing “Sweet By
and By;” Willie reading Youth’s
Companion; papa studying the Bible;
mamma crocheting—a temperance
home—ail happy.
A few years later—no flowers in
the yard; dilapidated, abandoned
house; broken window panes; carpet
sold for debt; no music.
Where is Annie? In ’ the county
poorhouse.
Where is Willie? Killed his best
friend and was hanged.
Where is papa? A drunken de
bauchee.
But oh! where is mother? Died of
a broken heart.
Cause —intemperance.
This is but a dim picture of the
great home-wrecker and heartrender
which is blighting our nation to-day.
Vote for prohibition!
Vote for wife and child!
Vote for mother, home and heaven!
—Robert Mclnturff, in The Pilot.
There are words mat are volumes —
that must be expanded into volumes
to bring out their full meaning. So
there are phrases that are libraries —
mat if their sense were fully expand
ed would fill a library. Such , a
phrase we have in “Once for all” —
all history and the two eternities pack
themselves Into it. Christ hath been
fully revealed not only as the center
and key of human history, but as
reaching from that lonely eternity
past to the full and songful and glo
rious eternity future when all things
shall be gathered together and headed
up to him. In this one great oratorio
of the Messiah there are pulses of
holy song, beating through the whole,
all having part in the conception of
the piece and in its marvelous comple
tion—the blood, the sacrifice, the holy
of holies—John S. Mclntosh, D.D.
THE CHRISTIAN INDEX: THURSDAY. OCTOBER 29,1896.
A Useful Lamp.
Two young men were one day look
ing earnestly at a large factory in a
certain town. They had come hun
dreds of miles to see it. and to get
into it. There was a secret there
which they wanted to find out a ma
chine which a clever man had invent
ed, which was doing work nothing
else could do so well, and these young
men had resolved to obtain a sight, of
this machine and find out its secret,
and make drawings of it, *uxd then
come home and make a similar ma
chine for tiiemselves. Aud their plau
was this: They put aside their fine
clothes and put on the clothes of me
chanics, and in that dress meant to
ask for work in this fwV/ry, aud work
until they found out the secret. But
they had just arrived, and they did not
mean to apply till tbe next day.
One of the young men bad tbe habit
of reading a chapter of the Bible every
morning. And the next day the chap
ter happened to be the one in Exodus
where the Ten Commandments are.
He bad read it many times, and al
ways to the end; but this morning,
when he got to the Eighth Command
ment, he could not go further. A
great light flashed up from it and
smote his conscience.
Right up it came out of the words,
"Thou shalt not steal!” He read them
again, and every word seemed to
kindle into fire, “Thou shalt not
steal.” He laid the Bible on his knee,
and took himself to task. "Is it not
stealing I have come to do? I have
come all this weary way to search out
a clever man’s invention, and try to
make it my own by stealing it.”
His agitation was very great; but
he turned to his companion and said:
“What we have come here to do, if
we do it, will be theft —theft of an
other man's thought, and skill, and
honor, and bread.” Then he took up
the Bible again and opened it in the
Gospel of Matthew, and read: "All
things, whatsoever ye would that men
should do to you, do ye even so to
them. And he said: "If this ma
chine were ours, if we had spent years
in inventing it, and had succeeded in
getting it to work, would we think
it right if some stranger were to steal
into our factory on a false pretense
and rob us of the fruits of our la
bors?"
His companion was angry at first.
But by and by he acknowledged that
it would be wrong. And they came
back to their home without the secret.
God’s Word was a lamp to their feet
to help them to depart from that evil.
—Alexander McLeod.
The Dance
It is no accident that the dance is
what it is. It mingles the sexes in
such closeness of personal approach
and contact as, outside of the dance, is
nowhere tolerated in respectable socie
ty. It does this under a complexity
of circumstances that conspire to
heighten the impropriety of it. It is
evening and the hour is late; there is
the delicious intoxication of music and
motion, perhaps of wine, in the blood;
there is the strange, confusing sense
of being individually unobserved
among so many, while yet the natural
noble shame, which guards the purity
of man and woman alone together, is
absent —such is the occasion, and still,
hour after hour, the dance whirls its
giddy kaleidoscope around, bringing
hearts so near that they almost beat
against each other, mixing the warm,
mutual breaths, darting the fine per
sonal electricity across between the
meeting fingers, flusmng the face and
lighting the eyes with a quick lan
guage, subject often to gross interpre
tation on the part of uie vile-hearted
—why this fashionable institution
seems to me to have been Invented in
an unfriendly quarter, usually con
ceived of as situated under us, to give
our passions leave to disport them
selves, unreproved by conscience, by
reason, or by shame, almost at uieir
will. I will not trust myself to speak
of this further. My indignation
waxes hotter than can well be con
trolled. I even seem to myself to have
contracted some soil from having
merely described truthfuuy what thou
sands of fellow Christians, ignorant of
themselves, practice without swallow
ing a qualm. —Professor W. C. Wilkin
son.
There is one cause of dullness In
the prayer meetings for which those
who are not there are responsible—
that is, the frequent smallness of at
tendance. “Oh,” says one good fa
tner, "we come within the limits of
the promise even now, for we are still
two or three.” Two or three!
Two or three crumbs on the
cloth; two or three pence in
the purse instead of plenty; two or
three birds in the wood because the
gun has cleared it; two or three
loungers in the market-place on a day
when it ought to be full; two or three
sheaves in a barn just after harvest;
only two or three at a meeting for
prayer when there ought to have
been a multitude—the figures “two or
three” in such connections are sym
bols of deadly dulness —but let me
say to those Christians who shun the
meetings on this account, that the
fault complained of is the fault of the
absentee. The dullness is not caused
by those who come, but by those who
keep away. It is you who make the
meetings dull. You profess to be con
secrated to the service of God Most
High; you profess to seek the salva
tion of the lost; you profess to feel
that such salvation is beyond your
power; you profess to know that it is
in the power of the Holy Ghost; you
profess to believe that the Holy Spirit
is given in answer to prayer; you pro
fess to believe that God has put a spe
cial premium on social prayer; yet,
in violent contradiction to the doc
trine you profess, you take but little
part in such prayer; first, you help
to make the meetings small, and
then, because they are small, you call
them dull. —London Baptist.
John Watson, D. D. Jan Maclaren):
Death is a very successful teacher of
mat faith we all long to possess, the
conviction of the unseen. Let one of
our flesh and blood bid us good-bye
and pass within the vail, and reason
surrenders the place to love. A young
child with Cnrist does more to illumi
nate the other world than all the
books that have ever been written,
and it has often come to pass that, at
tne touch of this unseen hand, hard
and skeptical men have arisen and set
their faces toward God, for the hope of
seeing again a golden head on which
the sun was ever shining.
Little self-denials, little honesties,
little passing words of sympathy, little
nameless acts of kindness, little silent
victories over favorite temptations—
these are the silent mreads of gold
which, when woven together, gleam
out so brightly in the pattern of life
that God approves.
Washing Day.
*Tf there's anything I hate and de
spise, it is washing day!” The dis
gusted exclamation, with its strength
of expression out of all keeping with
the every-day matter in hand, was
vented forth by a young girl of eigh
teen. who, on coming late to breakfast
on Monday morning, inhaled an odor
from the kitchen which failed to im
press her pleasantly.
"We kept the dining-room door care
fully <dosed as long as we could," her
mother replied, “but Mary could not
wait any longer, so opened the boiler,
and hence the odor of steaming
clothes, which I confess is not appe
tizing.”
“1 wish there was no such a thing
as washing day,” Miss Helen went on,
when about finishing her breakfast,
"or else that clothes could all be sent
to a laundry and never a sniff nor a
scent from* them be known about the
house. Hjow I’ve left school I notice
things of that kind more than I ever
have before, and dislike them in pro
portion.”
“And I've been waiting to have a
talk with you about ‘things of that
kind' for some time,” responded Hel
en’s judicious, resolute mother.
“While you were in school there was
nothing to be said; your time was
fully occupied and nothing more could
be required. Now things are alto
gether different. It has often pained
me, dear, that little matters have vexed
you In what I must regard as a selfish
way, because not a moment’s consider
ation has been given to other people.
It is comparatively very few families
who can afford to keep help and also
send a week’s washing out of the
house to be done elsewhere. And
what is more, it would with us be
a needless expense. Moreover, wash
ing day is a time when the girl in
the kitchen needs considerable help
and encouragement. In my father’s
house it was always the custom on
Monday for some one to take entire
care of the dining-room, after both
breakfast and dinner, other than our
one servant girl. I am afraid you
never have thought what hard, toil
some work it is to stand over a wash
tub, rubbing, rinsing and cleansing
soiled clothes in the thorough way
that our good Mary does. It all seems
very commonplace and ‘lower region’
like to you, I have no doubt, but do
not start nor look dismayed; I have
been promising Mary for some months
past that as soon as you left school
she should have considerable assist
ance Mondays, and I must look to my
young lady daughter for help in carry
ing out the agreement. No one in
this workaday world can really afford
to despise labor of any kind. It is
true, many of us are kindly spared hav
ing to engage in many of the more la
borious kinds of work, but it went
very strongly against all my old-time
ideas, as they may be, when I heard
you just now speak in tones of repul
sion of what must of necessity be a
part of each week's duties in the
household. After you have kindly
aided Mary for awhile on washing day,
as I know you will willingly, when
brought to see why it is a simple
duty, you will cease to care for a very
occasional odor of suds or a little es
caping steam. I do not believe my
daughter has ever yet reflected on how
much we really owe Mary for the dis
patch, the neatness and promptness
with which her work is done.”
“I’ve noticed,” Helen began in a
milder tone, “that her washing and
ironing is always out of the way on
Wednesday morning, no matter what
the weather. I’ve womend in a
vague kind of way howSH^mipassed
that so regularly.”
“It is easily told, my dear. Mary,
with her energetic, systematic habits,
laughed at the old-fashioned idea that
clothes must always be put out doors
to dry, in order that whiteness may be
preserved. With my permission, she
has put hooks around here and there
in the kitchen, and if it rains on Mon
day, she leaves a moderate fire, and
hangs the clothes on lines over night
in the kitchen, instead of leaving them
soaking in the tubs. It is her way,
and as she is so careful, I do not op
pose It. In that way she invaria
bly irons on Tuesday.”
A little conversation followed, in
which Helen was led to agree to carry
out her mother’s wishes in regard to
assisting Mary on washing day. And
she saw still further the wisdom and
propriety of doing so when her mother
added: “It probably has never occur
red to you, my child, how much of the
well-being, the peace and the comfort
of the family depend upon the girl in
the Kitchen. It may be all very well
and quite smart to say that if one girl
can’t or won’t come up to the require
ments another will. Should Mary,
with her deft ways and willing nature,
go away, I might spend many a weary
day trying to find her equal. Mrs.
Clancy, opposite, expressed surprise, I
remember, at finding I was washing
me china after the five o’clock tea you
gave last winter, and when I went on
to say that I always expected and
wished to assist our one girl on extra
occasions, she replied, with perhaps
unconscious asperity, that she never
did! I will only add that Mrs. Clancy
has her fifth girl since Mary came to
us a year and a half ago. Never,
never be afraid, my dear Helen, to
lend a helping hand in household af
fairs, especially on hard days. My ex
perience has been mat a good propor
tion of the foreign girls who enter a
kitchen to do the work are largely
what their mistresses make them!
This would sound like mere absurdity
to many a fine lady’s ears, but I can
assure you it is true. Trust the age
and experience of your mother. Come
in good season, in the future, to
breakfast on washing day, then
give hearty help to cheerful, faitnful
Mary. You will not lose your re
ward. She will give it herself as you
go along. —Christian Work.
Time-Work or Piecework
One who is doing his best is pretty
sure to have this recognized; and one
who is not doing his best may be
equally sure that it will be known. A
keen observer said, in passing a build
ing that was in process of construction,
“I can always tell whether those fol
lows are doing ‘time-work’ or ‘piece
work’ In one case the blows of their
hammers drag along slowly, and
seem to say 'By the day, by the day;
in the other case the hammers strike
briskly and seem to say 'By the job,
by the job.’ ” Consciously or uncon
sciously, our actions show to those
around us the spirit that is promoting
them. It is the work Into which has
gone the best life and energy of the
worker that finally counts, in the
sight of both God and men. Sunday-
School Times.
If Your Razor Is Dull
send it to C. P. Barnes & Bro.,
Louisville, Ky., sixty cents in
stamps inclosed and they will put
it in shaving order and return it
to you.
©hildren’ft (Earner.
SELFISH AND LEND A HAND.
HY’MAItY V. Ht' tTS.
Little Miss Hellish and Lend-n Hand
Went juurnei tiik up and down ihe lend.
On Lund-a-Hand the sunshine smiled;
I'he wild flowers bloomed for me happy
child;
Hirds greeted her from many n tree:
Hut Be. flsli auld, “ Noone loves me.”
Little Miss Hellish end Lend a-Hend
Went Journeying hoinencross the land.
Miss Selfish met with trouble and loss—
The weather was had, the fo.ks were cross.
Lend-a Hund s.id, when .he journey was
o’er,
“ 1 never had such a good time b fore ”
Sunday School Visitor.
We much appreciate a compliment
paid to us by our little friend, Jackie
Carswell, this week. In extending an
invitation to The Index force to visit
Barnesville when the new organ
comes, he speaks of "that good lady,
foreman of the Children's Corner.”
When a man edits a “Children’s Cor
ner” so as to be taken for a woman,
he must be doing his work well. We
must not forget to say, however, that
a kind lady in another State gives j.s
no little help in the gooo pieces she
clips from other papers and sends for
our “Corner.”
Panthersville, Ga.. Oct. 20. 1896.
Dear Index: —I appreciate the Chil
dren’s Corner very much, and as 1
have not noticed any letters from
Panthersville, I thought I would make
an attempt to write. I do love to
read the dear old Index, and especially
the children’s letters. My mother
has been very ill all this summer and
not able to read the paper, but I enjoy
reading the cousins' letters to her
and to my papa also. We are great
lovers of your paper. Papa has been
taking It for a long time and. hope he
will continue taking it. Well, cousins.
I will tell you all something of my
Sunday-school. We have a nice Sun
day-school at this place. Our preach
ing day is the fourth Sunday. Mr. A.
Ragsdale is our pastor, and Mr. G.
W. Webb, superintendent, and loved
by us ail. 1 love the school ana go
every Sunday. I hope we are doing
some good. 1 have one of the sweetest
teacners I ever saw. Miss Emma
Deby is her name. 1 wish all the
cousins knew her. 1 would like to
know what has become of Ruth Car
lin. We wish she would come again
and tell us more auout China. Can
any of the cousins tell me how many
times “greatness” is mentioned in the
Bible? I would like to know. As
papa says the waste basket is a fear
ful thing, I will close and see if this
escapes. Love to all the little letter
writers anu tne dear old paper.
Your loving friend,
NANNIE A. WALLACE,
Ousley Chapel S. S.
Barnesville, Ga.
Dear Index: —As you so kindly hon
ored me by publishing my former arti
cle, and our dear pastor urged me to
“come again,” with your permission
I will “try again.” “From the fulness
of the heart the mouth speaketh” (or
something to that effect). Our church
is moving along nicely with large
congregations every Sunday morning
ana night. Our beloved Dr. Brittain is
feeding his sheep and lambs with
great success. His sermon last Sun
day was just grand. His text was
Deut. 32:11. He calls it the “Eagle’s
Nest,” and oh, how God has stirred
our home, our nest, in the taking from
us our loved, but now sainted
mamma. But we remember her
precious teachings and that “those he
loveth he chasteneth.” She cannot
come back to us, but we can go to -er
by trusting ana obeying him, and we
are striving all we can. Dr. Brittain
and grandpapa attended the Centen
nial Association last week. They
came home full of praises for the un
bounued entertainment of the good
people of Fellowship church and the
community. They say it was one. of
t,.e best they ever visited, 'i he con
tributions tor missions were <0 per
cent, over last year. Our good pastor
was elected moderator anu Mr. xxardy,
a member of our church, was con
tinued as clerk. The association wui
meet with the Cabaniss brethren next
year in ivionroe county, our Sunday
school is flourishing. No winter quar
ters on our program. Oh! I must not
forget to tell you, we will soon have a
new organ, and 1 taKe the privilege of
inviting the editors of The Index, Un
cle "Jimmie,” and that good lady,
foreman of the Children’s Corner, and I
promise you good singing and good
music. Come. Success to The Index!
JACKIE CARSWELL.
Bowman, Ga., Oct. 14, 1896.
Dear Index:—l thought I would
write you a few lines, as t have not
written you in a good while. We have
called brother Emiel R. Goss to serve
us another year at Rehoboth church.
We like him very much at Rehoboth.
He preached a very fine sermon on
the first Sunday in October. Part of
the association time has slipped away
and I have not attended a single day.
Brother E. L. Sisk preached the intro
ductory sermon, so my father (.1. L.
Smith) tells me. Dr. Alex E. Keese
preached to-day. Since 1 wrote last I
have read "Joshua Gianavalla.” He
was a Waldensian. and the Walden
sians were ancestors of the Anabap
tists of riolland. I thinK Captain
Gianavella was a good man.
Your friend,
J. ANDY SMITH.
Dear Index: —I feel like I just must
talk, although my former writing did
not appear. I have for nights, weeks,
months and even years (for Jesus
touched my heart when quite young)
been restless, unhappy and continually
trying to run from my own convic
tions and sense of duty by seeking
gay company. But convictions grew
deeper and I became more miserable
than ever, and often while attending
to daily duties I have knelt in prayer
to God, and have gotten out of bed
at midnight, when all others slum
bered sweetly, because I was afraid to
go to sleep. I felt should death claim
me before morning I would enter an
ever-burning hell, from which there
is no escape. But, thanks be to God,
peace came at last. I know not ex
actly when or where, but an inde
scribable peace, comfort and trust
fills my soul and all fear of the conse
quences of death is gone. I wish I
could command words to tell you how
happy I am, but he or she alone who
has felt this pardon of sin can know
what, it means.
My dear friends, and especially my
dear converted friends, do we realize
the influence we haze over others?
I want the prayers of evety nristian
who reads this that I may live a con
sistent Christian life and glorify my
Father, who has done so much for
me.
“Earnest Willie,” your letters, and
especially your boo);, have been such
a comfort and help to tne! Won't you
prayerfully consider the subject of
regularly wri-.ng to this, your church
paper? I know you are kept quite
busy lecturing and writing, but so
many would read your letters here
wuo will not have tbe opportunity of
becoming acquainted with you else
where. DEVONA.
Washington, Ga., Oct. 12, 1896.
Hoar Index: The school-bell has
already rung, but it is raining, and
mamma says I may stay at home and
sue will lie my teacher to-day. I am
having recess now, so I'm going to
talk with my cousins awhile. I want
to tell you about our Sunday-school.
Brother Gross says he wants our Sun
day-school to be the best in the
State. So we are going to help him
at, we can. 1 know ho is the best
preacher anywhere. No one can dis
pute it, either. He certainly “scatters
sunshine everywhere he goes.”
Last fourth Sunday was Children’s
Day at our CuUrch. Each child had a
mite box, in which they put their of
ferings. A collection was taken up
by four little girls from the congre
gation. In all there was s2l. This
was for home missions.
Mamma has tapped the bell for
school, so good-bye.
D. P. J.
Friendship, Ga., October 12, 1896.
Dear Index:—Will you admit a lit
tle stranger into your Corner? I
tnought as no one etse lias written
from here 1 would. 1 am going to
school. I like my teacher very much,
txer name is Mrs. Gertrude Boyett. I
go to Sunday-school and my teacher’s
name is Mrs. Rumph. I like our pas
tor very much. He is one among the
best preachers I ever heard preach. I
close. BEULAH CHAMBLISS.
Centralhatchee, Ga., Oct. 12, 1896.
Dear inuex: This is my first at
tempt to write to The Index. My fa
ther takes The Index and I enjoy read
ing it very much, especially tne Chil
dren's Corner. 1 am a member of the
i-aptist church at Centralhatchee.
Rev. W. i.. Kelley is our pastor and
we like him very much. Our meeting
uays are the first Sunday and Satur
day before in each mouth. I like to go
to Sunday -school, although we have
none near us now. We have a sing
ing in the settlement every Sunday
evening. If this escapes that terrible
waste basket I will write again. I
will close with best wishes to The
Index. Your loving friend,
LUCY JACKSON.
Auburn, Ga., Oct. 17, 1896.
Dear Inuex:- As 1 promised, 1 will
write again.
Since I last wrote I have started to
school. Professor .lames A. Bagwell is
the of our school, and all
o the students love him very much.
One of his greatest lessons that he
teaches us is to "Love the right and
hate the wrong.” Don’t you think it
is a good lesson?
Well, we have had the Mulberry As
sociation here, and it was real nice,
and during the association Uncle Jim
mie spent a night with us. I enjoyed
his visit very much, and I appreciated
his compliment. Uncle Jimmie, you
must come again.
"Gray-haired Mother,” you ought to
write oftener. Your letters are so
sweet, and they do me so much good.
I want to see you so very much. I
think you should send me your photo
graph.
What has become of “Humming
Bird?” Also, our little China cousin?
Write again; both of you write so well.
>ve are always glad when we hear
of a soul being saved anywhere, and
especially in a foreign land where our
dear people go. Some of the men that
go are fathers. Oh! how sad it must
be for them to leave home, for they
know not whether they will ever see
home again. So we should always be
glad to hear of great success in far-off
lanas and help all we can to send
those people who are in sin the great
news. I am so glad to know of the
little folks helping so much in the
great work.
I enjoy reading The Index more and
more. I think we will have to take
two copies of The Index, for sister anu
I want the “Children’s Corner” at the
same time when the paper comes in.
Excuse me if 1 have stayed too long.
Witn mucn love for 'lhe Index and
all the cousins, I am,
Your faitnful friend,
DORA CAIN.
A Pleasant Genie.
Progressive spelling is a fine amuse
ment. Arrange your spellers in a
row, and let the first begin with the
first letter of a word, which we will
suppose to be “f.” The next person,
thinking possibly of the word “friend,”
may add "r;” the third, thinking of
“frisky,” adds “i;” “g,” says the next,
thinking of “frigate; “h,” adds the
fifth, thinking of “fright;” “t” is
supplied by the sixth, who starts to go
down foot, when the one below con
tinues the woru by adding “f.” The
next in order of course can bi.t add
the “u-1,” and go down foot as having
finisned a word. Proper name :, con
tractions, anu slang are ruled out. If
a word is not considered rightfully
spelled, or if it is one not in use, any
person may "challenge” the one who
•Kided the last letter. If the person
challenged has made a mistake, anu
the word is not founu in the diction
ary, he goes to the foot, and the chal
lenger takes his place. Any one who
occupies more than Kalf a minute in
thinking goes to the ftiot, as also does
the one who finishes a word. The
struggle, of course, is to keep from
finisuing it. It is a very bright and
instructive amusement, and one that
will bear repetition by the same com
pany.—Selected.
Pug s Mis Tress.
"Here is a little ’un lost herself.
Guvnor,’ said a small street boy to
the old tailor in Dark street.
“And Pug, too,” said the little one.
“How is it you carry Pug, when
he has two more legs to carry him than
you have, my little lady?” asked the
tailor.
“Those two more legs are the ones
that runned him away after the bad
dogs, I guess," answered the little
lady; “and then I runned after him,
and I don’t know where I is.”
“What is your name?” asked the old
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“Papa’s darling,” she said.
“But who is papa?”
‘ He is darling papa,” said the little
one.
“Where do you live.'” asked the
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In house, and the house all lost,”
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“You must not run after dogs,” said
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The little lady looked cheerfully up
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Your folks will be terribly frightened
after you."
"Why," said the little lady, "can’t
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us?"
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he will hear you, dearie.”
"Run up and down the street,” he
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lamb, bhe’ll be right soon missed
from the fold.”
He took her into his shop, and she
and Pug dropped down on the nearest
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Pug looked good for another run, but
lie kept quiet, feeling perhaps t.iat
he had already done mischief enough
for one day.
She then shut her eyes, and said.
"Our Father, who art in heaven," and
the rest of it, which you know. After
that she sat still, looking at the old
man, anu the old man every now and
then looked at her. “The dearie!” he
kept saying; and tne queer thought
came into his mind: “Maybe my own
little Polly, that God took to heaven
nigh fifty years ago, has come back
to comfort my old heart these list
days." And the thought, as you may
suppose, almost made the el l heart
ycung, and it t’slt bright and jay again,
as it used to—when t’ sound of
quick steps in the doorway starueu all
three. Pug gave a sudden bark.
"Rosa. Rosa! naughty darlint!” ex
claimed Biddy, rushing into the shop
with tne street boy at her heels, and
snatching Hie little lady in her arms;
"you darlint!’ you naughty darlint!
“I ’spected you. Biddy,” said Rosa
quietly, “I ’spected you. ’ And that is
tlie way the little one was found.
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What is the right chimney ?
What lamp have you got ?
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