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Christmas Carol.
MISS BIRDIE BARKSDALE.
O ear h! throw off the weight of sin
Which thou hast borne so long.
Let all thy woods and vales resound,
With harmony before ne’er found
In mortal song.
For shining hosts from heaven sent
To us the Joyful tidings bring,
Os One now born, whose tender love.
Caused h m to leave his realms above,
And suffer for man's sin.
Then, let all hearts this day be filled
With love for Christ, who comes to give
His life a ransom, freely paid,
On him the sin of ages laid,
That we might live.
Longstreet, Ga.
Christmas Dinners and Christmas
Skates.
BY HOPE LEDYARD.
‘‘Jim! Jim! Can’t you wait for us?’
*’oh, girls are such a bother!”
‘‘Aren’t yon going to have any girls?”
Jim discreetly pretended not to hear
that question, as he put on his overcoat.
"Oh, Jim,” and France looked plead
ingly over the baniiters, "do wait! we
won’t be half a minute.”
"Well—hurry up, then!” “I believe
Gus Daly did say something about the
girls coming, come to think of it,” he
added to himself.
“Oh, Annie, don’t wait to prink!” ex
claimed France. "Clap on your hat—
nobody’ll notice your hair.” But while
heedless, careless France was running
for an old glove and her best boots, An
nie had braided her hair afresh, and
was ready as soon as her sister.
“ Dear me! Here’s only one of my
skates in my bag!” exclaimed France, as
they hurried along the street. “Can’t
you wait, Jim, till I run back and find
the other?”
“ Wo, I’d do it if I could, but we’re
late now. You'll have to pretend you
don’t want to skate.”
“ But you see I have one!”
“ Hand it over; I’ll leave it at Grim
wood’s home —we can get it as we come
home.”
France was of such a happy tempera
ment that not even the prospect of mere
ly standing around while the others
were skating could quite dampen her
spirits; besides, she was general favorite,
and she trusted to luck so often that
she had gotten in the habit of feel
ing sure it would all turn out well
with her—somebody would lend her
skates, or perhaps—bnt there was no
need of worrying, so France skipped
gaily on. Three blocks off they caught
up with Gus Daly, Tom White and his
sister Maggie, and Helen Trent.
“Oh, that’s good!” exclaimed Gus, “ I
was afraid you'd forget to ask your sis
ters. Jim. Tom was ready to wager
that you would.”
Jim gave France a little nudge, and
though she had just opened her mouth
to explain how they had to tease to
come, she was a kind hearted sister, and
shut it again.
“Come, let’s pile into a car.” said Tom;
but France stopped him eagerly.
“Walk over to Third Avenue, won’t
you? It’s only two blocks more.”
"To save a penny? Not I! It’s not
worth while.”
Annie Ransom blushed as if ashamed
of France and followed the Whites in
to the car. Jim hesitated—if Helen
would go on to Third Avenue, he would;
but Helen, who had been invited by the
Whites, felt bound to go with them, so
France was left standing on the sidewalk
—alone, ’as sue first thought.
“ Perhaps it wasn’t worth while —and
yet we promised, and it’s most three fifty
now!” she said half aloud.
“ What did you promise, France?”
asked Gus
"Oh, you don’t mind going two more
blocks? Well, I’m glad of company.
Yon see last Christmas Jim and Annie
and I wanted to give a dinner to the
Mullers—they’re a poor family mother
told us of—but we didn’t have a cent
of money left, and father never lets us
borrow anything ”
“ Well?" asked Gus, interested in any
thing bright little France might tell,
though why they should bother about a
dinner for anybody else when they had
plenty themselves was more than he
could understand.
“ Well; I don’t know that I ought to
tell —don’t, please, talk about it —but at
last father bought us a nice dinner to
take to the Mullers, only we had to
promise to pay for it by saving one cent
on our rides up to the Park and to school.
You see we re nearest to Fourth Avenue,
and so we used to take those cars, and
father said he wanted to show us how
much we'd save by just saving a penny
at a time. We’re not to pay him till to
morrow—Christmas Eve.”
“And have you always gone over to
Third Avenue?”
"Yes—we have ’most all the time.
And what do you think we’ve saved?”
France was too good-hearted to explain
that she alone had not once broken the
rule.
“Ob, I suppose about a dollar.”
“Three dollars and thirty-three cents.
It’s all in pennies, and seems such a lot.”
By this time the two were in the car.
Gus intended to pay for both, but
France who was an independent little
woman, watched her opportunity to pop
the fare into the conductor’s hand.
"Hello! where’s your skates? Did you
leave them in the car?” exclaimed Gus,
as they walked briskly toward the lake.
“No—l—l don't care to skate myself—
I mean to look on.”
“ Well! if that isn’t the queerest dodge!
You, the best girl skater of the lot, look
on!”
France was delighted with the com
pliment, but felt as if she were being
very deceitful. ,- My skates are not
much good,” she went on, “they
wobble awfully.”
“Youought to have a pair like mine,’
and Gus pulled out a beautiful bright
pair from his bag.
“Oh, what beauties! Where did you
get them?”
“They’re my Christmas from my
uncle. I'm named after him and he
sends me something good every year.
My old ones are very good yet, only I’ve
outgrown them. Guess they wouldn’t
be much too big for you,” And Gus
wondered if France, who with all her
free and easy ways, was so very inde
pendent, would accept of his skates.
They soon found the rest of their
party, Jim very eager to explain to
France that he had to go with Annie,
and that young lady quite as anxious to
excuse herself on the score of one or two
more pennies not counting—it was so
near the time to settle with papa.
France, who never thought cf judging
others, and only followed her own con
victions because her tender conscience
troubled her so much if she did not, was
easily convinced that they had done
quite right, and slid about laughing and
chatting with one and another whom
she knew.
“Oh, do come to the other end of the
lake,” said Tom White, at the end of a
half hour, “there’s the greatest fun
alive! A little Dutch fellow is skating
on the funniest make shifts of skates,
and a lot of boys are chaffing him. It’s
| fun to see how mad he gets.”
THE CHRISTIAN INDEX: THURSDAY. DECEMBER 21, I*H
France, with an indignant explana
tion, hurried after Tom, Maggie, Helen
and Jim. Annie, who disliked all tees
ing, and yet would not have dared stand
up for a poor boy, staid behind, while
Gus followed France, but kept out of
her sight.
Sure enough, the little Dutch figure
was a fuuny sight; indeed, there were
two ot them, for a girl hovered about,
and answered her brother's tormentors,
though, having no skates, she could not
keep near them all the time The boys’
jokes were very poor indeed, but what
boy stops to think of that, when the
others laugh at his wit?
“I say! Give us a card of your hatter!"
called out a tall stylish-looking boy.
Thecrowd roared at this.'for “Dutchy"
had a very small child’s sun down tied
on his head by a strip of woolen rag.
"Your jacket and pants don't seem to
match!” called another, which was
thought still more brilliant, for the poor
boy had a very good jacket on, while
his pants were evidently made of the
upper part of same large man’s trousers,
and impeded his movements as he skat
ed.
“Ltold you not ccme,” said the girl,
"I asked you to let the mutter gif you
the ’f st f the pants, but you"—
"Yes, ‘he other part of the pants! the
ot’ er ad!” screamed the boys, just as
France caught sight of the poor boy’s
face.
For an instant the girl hesitated; Jim
had skated off, after one look at the boy.
and she wai alone among strangers; yet
—it was mean not to speak to him; poor
Hans! she wished those thoughtless boys
knew how good he was. Could she tell
them? The next moment, before Gtw,
who hid his eye on her from a little dis
tance, could reach her, she stood by the
ragged boy whose face was crimson, and
whose temper was fast getting beyond
his control.
“ Why, my dear, good Hans, how do
you do? I wish I had my skates here,
and you should try them; and Gretchen
up here with you! How did yon get off
from selling matches and things?”
“Oh, Miss France! Hans, it's our Miss
France!” The boy’s face softened, and
he looked around to see what his persecu
tors thought of such a young lady speak
ing to him. Some of them had gone off,
ashamed that any girl should have
caught them at such work, but a num
ber gathered about to see and hear
“I wish yon boys, who have been
teasing Hans, knew him as I know him,"
said warmhearted impulsive little
France, forgetting all shyness in her de
sire to win friends for the poor boy. “He
hasn't good clothes like y< u boys, but —io
you earn your own clothes? He earns
enough to dress himself nicely, but in
stead he pays the rent for his mother and
supports her and the children, while his
poor father lies sick in bed. This is the
first time he's ever been in our beautiful
Central Park, I think, and a nice wel
come you boys give him!”
The girl's soft brown eyes, looking so
reproachfully at them, gave added
weight to her words, and one boy, who
perhaps had been taught at home to ac
knowledge it when he felt himself in
fault, said manfully:
“It was real item —we just didn't
think! I say, who’ll help buy Hausa
good pairof skates? I’ll start with twen
ty five cents.”
Every boy that had a cent crowded
around to add his mite, many of them
giving their car-fare and walking long
distances afterwards, feeling, in a dim
way, as if they were doing penance.
Gus had soon elbowed his way to where
France stood, and (I fear to win favor
with the girl he thought the “pluckiest
piece going") he shook hands with Hans,
and asked Gretchen as to the number of
brothers and sisters at home. Other
boys followed his example, so that soon
Hans had the offer of a pair of skates
“ just to try,” and was flying over the
ice with the others.
“ I say,” said Henry Walters, the boy
who had collected the money for the
skates, “we have two dollars and twenty
cents here—that'll get him a fair pair of
skates, and leave something over for
some fixin’s”—with a blush as he thought
of the fun he had made of the boy’s hat.
Just then Gus had a happy thought,
“I’ll tell you what! If you are willing,
I’ve a good pair of skates home ( Henry
frowned severely, saying to himself,
“No Yankee dodge now, to sell his
skates!”) and I'll give ’em to Hans —just
as lief as not —and he can have the mon
ey so else”—with a
wave of his hand towards the offending
pants.
This was agreed to “by acclamation,”
and France, who began to feel chilly,
proposed getting warmed by a brisk walk
to the cars She had plenty of escorts,
but did not foiget Gus, giving him the
seat by her side, and even graciously
smiling when he paid both fares. The
rest of their party had stayed to skate
awhile longer, so the two walked home
from Third Avenue together
“What made you want to give those
people a dinner? How did you come to
think of it?” asked Gus, plunging at
once into the subject he had been turn
ing over in his mind ever since the be
ginning of their pleasant afternoon.
France fairly stood still in amazement.
“Why—they hadn’t any! When moth
er found them there was a little wee
baby, and their father and mother both
sick, and the children almost starving.
We had all given our Christmas dinners
away, and it was late in the afternoon
on Christmas Eve. Who do you give a
Christmas dinner to?”
She was so sure he did give to some
body, that Gus knew not what answer to
make. “Oh, no matter about me,” he
said, “I’d like first-rate to help Hans
this Christmas. Could I come around
to-morrow, and go with you when you
take them a dinner? Or- perhaps you
won’t own he’s got that lift?”
"Indeed I will! The Mullers are my
dinner people this year. I had the Web
lings last year, but father got Mr. Web
ling steady work, and they won’t need
so much this year. I ordered my dinner
to day—it’s a good one.”
“What is it?”
"A turkey (mother goes down to
Washington Market and buys ten for us,
so we get them quite cheap), and pota
toes and onions, cranberries (mother said
that was foolish, but I reminded her
that Mr. Muller was sick, so she let me
order ’em) and sugar and turnips and a
quart of syrup (that will do quite awhile
for tea), and pound of coffee and half a
pound of tea. Oh, and two pounds of
crackers.”
“Well! you know what’s needed,”
said Gus, thinking (for even hoys of fif
teen sometimes look ahead), she’ll be a
first rate little housekeeper.
‘ ‘Hello!” shouted Allie Grimwood, as
they passed, “Here’s your one skate,
France —lost the other?”
Poor France “colored up to the nines,”
as they say. ‘ 'l’m so untidy and careless, ”
she said penitently, “I never will learn
to put things in their places! That’s
how I was without skates; they couldn’t
wait for me to go back and get the
other.”
Gus consoled her, assuring her it was
a great deal nicer to be a little easy than
too particular, but France resolved to
try before the next Christmas to be
come as neat and methodical as sister
Annie.
The next day, at the breakfast table,
the children brought their bag of pen
nies to their father. He told them their
bill was two dollars and fifty cents, and
that whatever was left over t'ley might
divide between them. When they
counted out threedollars and forty cents
(for France bad added the seven cents
she saved) he said a few words about the
value of little sums of money, telling
them he hoped they would never de
spise the pennies, but always save them
and try to do good with what they sav
ed. Best of all, in France's opinion,
papa forgave the debt, and they all
agreed that the whole amount should go
to the Mullers, as the most needy of
their people.
It was a very bright, happy party that
started off at three o'clock, each one car
rying the lighter articles of the dinners,
while the more substantial parte, with
a bag of flour from Mr. Ransom, were
sent by wagon. Gus was on time with a
huge, mysterious bundle, which France
twhen she thought he wasn't looking)
poked and “hefted," to the bay’s great
delight. He had the skates, too, which
were polished up, and looked almost as
good as new It was lucky for the
children that every one is jolly and
good-tempered at Christmas time, for
they carried on in the cars and raced
through the streets in away that would
have scandalized the very people who
beamed lovingly upon them on that
Christmas Eve.
The Mullers were far better off than
the year before; the baby could creep
about, and in spite of ragged clothing,
was sweet and clean. Hans was off sell
ing his matches, soap, etc., but great
was Gretchen's and the mother's delight
when Gus unrolled his bundle and dis.
played a complete suit of partly worn
clothes, with two of every under gar
ment a boy needs, and a good pair of
shoes.
“ I do grow so!” he said to France, as
she beamed upon him, but kept to him
self the fact that he had promised to pay
for those outgrown clothes, which were
intended for a younger brother, by deny
ing himself the new overcoat which,
though not much needed, had been one
of his ambitions.
The going home was even brighter
than the walk over. They began saving
pennies by walking all the way back,
singing carols in the side streets and
running races till, towards the end—a
tittle weary, but very happy—France
and Gus walked quietly together
“I’m not much of a talker of good
things,"said Gus at last, in a shy voice,
“but I’m ashamed to think how I’ve
lived —never thinking of the poor, or of
anything of that sort -we don’t do it at
our house. And France, if you don’t
help me I’ll forget, Will you help me
to be like you?”
Careless, untidy, heedless France lift
ed her brown eyes to his face in amaze
ment. Was he laughing at her? But no,
Gus was very much in earnest, and in
the twilight,-her heart softened by the
t hought of whose birth they were to cele
brate on the morrow, France ventured to
say, “Gus -don’t try to be like me! Let’s
both try to be like Him—the one who
pleased not himself, but went about
doing good.”
Communion with God —Prayer
not simply petition. It is largely that,
to be sure; but it is more It is com
munion with God. It is a means of
drawing nearer to him. It enables the
believer to become familiar with God.
The little child does not simply ask
his father for gifts; he communicates his
ideas to him; he speaks of his childish
hopes, and sorrows, and joys. And
the father does not say only, “I will
grant this, or withhold that.” He talks
with his child of various things, he lifts
up the child’s ideas by the power of his
own. Child and father hold communion
—become intimate.
Ho it may btj so it otfglit to be, with
the child of JGod JA proportion to
one’s ripeness*of Christian experience, is
his desire for this communion and fel
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Psalmist’s words: 1 ‘ My tout thirsteth for
God; my heart and my flesh cry out for
the living God.”
This communion, moreover, increases
one’s ripeness of Christian experience.
There is no better method of growth in
grace than the habit of constant com
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is the secret of progress heavenward.
It explains the difference in the rate of
advance of Christians. — American -Mes
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had she done? Absolutely nothing; but
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the tact of divining what every one felt
and what every one wanted, told that
she had got out of self and learned to
think ot others; so that at one time it
showed itself in deprecating the quar
rel, which lowering brows and raised
tones already showed to be impending,
by sweet words; at another, by soothing
an invalid’s pillow; at another, by sooth
ing a sobbing child; at another, by
humoring and softening a father who
had returned weary and ill-tempered
from the irritating cares of business.
None but she saw those things. None
but a loving heart could see them. That
was the secret of her heavenly power
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one who is al wavs doing considerate
small ones.— F. W. IMertson.
Worth Living For. —Architects
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some noble building, some great cathe
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for ages to their honor. Artists carve
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the splendid creations of their genius,
and for centuries the world pays them
homage The poet writes in classic
verse the fancies of his brain or the
deeper thoughts of hi.’ soul and is
crowned. These are noble achievements.
But it is nobler far when a young man
takes his life from God, with reverence
and faith and love,and builds beautiful,
holy manhood, for men, angels, and God
to look upon through eternal years.
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enough to call out the best energies of
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The Little People.
A dreary place would be tilts enrtli,
Were there no little people In It;
The song of life would lose Its mirth,
Wore there no children to begin It;
No little forms, like buds to grow,
And mnkethe admiring heiu't surrender;
No little hands on breast anu brow
To keen the thrilling levo chords tender.
What would the mother do for werk.
Were there no pants or Jackets tearing;
No tiny d esses to embroider;
No cradle for their watchful earing?
No rosy boy. at wintry morn.
With satchel to the school houie hasting;
No merry shouts, us home they rush,
Noprecluus moi sei fjr their tasting .*
The sterner souls would get more ajtern,
Unfeeling nature mo e Inh iiniin,
And man to stole coldness turn,
And woman would be has than woman,
For In that elltue towards which we reach,
Through time ■ mysterious dim unfo ding,
The little ones with cherub smile
Are still our Father's face beholding.
So said bls voice In whom wa trust,
When in Judea's realm a preacher,
He made a ch I Id confront the proud.
And be In simple guise their teacher.
Life’s song Indeed would lose Its charm,
Were there no babies to begin It;
A doleful p nee this world would be,
Were there.no little people In it.
A good many years ago the Southern
Baptist Convention met in Louisville,
Ky. There was living there a lady
who came from Virginia and loved
everybody and everything in that old
State. She had a big house, and a heart
even bigger than her house. When
asked how many delegates she would
entertain, she replied: "Send me the
Virginia delegation,” thinking there
would be not more than twelve or fif
teen. When the time came the Vir
ginians began to come, and they kept
coining, until, as she once told us, the
parlor was full, the sitting-room was
full, the library was full, and it stemed
to her the yard was full also, and they
were running over into the street. What
to do she did not know, but at last hon
estly confessed to a friend her mistake
about the number of Virginians that
were coming, and asked him to explain
to them and see the committee and ar
range for their stay elsewhere. But
she said, “ Tell them I’ll feed them all,
but cannot find place for all to sleep.”
Wel), we are in the fix of our friend.
We have invited all the young folks of
Georgia to come into our Corner, and
they have come, aid we have not space
to seat them all. Our Corm r is fall'of
them and they are running over So
we are going to beg no more to come
for just two weeks. By that time we
shall have given all who have come a
place, and after that, shall have room
for more.
Dear little friends, we send you lov
ing Christmas greetings and best New
Year’s wishes, and sincerely hope that
you will all help us to make our Corner
oue of the brightest spots in all the
land—a place of joy and happiness.
God bless you all, and make known to
each and every one of you his love in
Christ Jesus.
Ung-Kung, China, )
SWATOW P. O , }
Oct. 20, 1896 J
Deaß! Index:—We came up here
about four weeks ago, and as soon as
we arrived a great many neighbors
came in, early in the morning, before
sunrise, before mamma had finished
dressing, and she would tell them to sit
in my room, and wait a few moments.
If she had not told them to sit in my
room they would go right into mamma's
room without knocking, that is Chinese
style. Then mamma would come and
talk with them, and they would all say
they were so glad we had returned.
Then they would go away, and others
would c >me.
I will tell you about our quarterly
meeting which embraced the first Fri
day, Saturday and Sunday in October.
The people began to come in early in
the week, but we thought there would
be accommodations for all Wednesday,
one of <the preachers at an out station
wrote to papa: “Buy some more beds
and mosquito curtains, for twenty are
coming from this town." So of course,
we bought more beds, and it was well
we did, for twenty-five came from that
town, and many from other towns, until
the six rooms prepared for the women
were full, and beds had to be put up in
the women’s court. It was a wonderful
sight to go over there and see the
crowds of women and children and
beds. They even had mamrpa’s mos
quito-house curtain, and that would
hold a mother, her children and two or
three friends.
It was a good thing it was summer
time and fair weather. Mamma said
it reminded her of camp-meeting at
home. And what a chattering there
would.be in the court when they would
all be eating their rice! They were so
lively and happy, and so glad they
came, and so enthusiastic about our
church. Then Sunday came, and the
who’e city of-Ung-Kung seemed to have
decided to come and see the baptizing
Our large outer court was full of
Chinese, papa said there were about five
thousand present. After you got into
that jam, you could hardly turn around.
How could the ones to be baptized get
to the baptistry? It was situated di
rectly in the middle of the court, which
was packed with Chinese Papa pushed
his way through the crowd, and the
Christians got long poles, and made a
narrow road to the baptistry by pushing
the people back on each side. But the
Chinese were jammed close up against
the baptistry, so papa came and pushed
them away, and then the Christians
crowded into that space, and kept the
heathen back. It was a sight I shall
never forget, that crowd of Chinese,
and the house-tops all around full too,
and one of the trees in our court full.
Papa did not have time to stop and
make the people get out of the tree, and
when the baptizing was about half over,
one great branch of the tree gave way,
and down it came with a crash, and
twenty or thirty people with it on top
of the beads of the people below. lam
glad to say, nobody was badly hurt.
There were thirty-one applicants for
baptism, twenty-three were received,
and the others requested to wait.
Among those baptized were thirteen
women and two little girls, a little
Chinese girl and myeelf. After the
women and the little Chinese girl were
baptized, then mamma led me along
that wet path through that crowd of
people to the baptistry, and papa bap
tized me. I was not a bit afraid of all
those people, but I could easily imagine
1 was going through the Red Sea, with
the people that towered so high above
me on either side representing the walls
of water, that but for the Christians
holding them back could easily have
overwhelmed me.
Sunday afternoon we had our church
meeting at which we were received into
the church. Then came the Lord's
Supper—and we were dismissed After
dismissal the women had a social time,
and crowded around mamma and me
for a long time in the women's court
Tn the outer court papa was surrounded
by the men
On Monday a great many Chinese
came to tell ns good-bye. It seemed
every time we sat down to eat, some
would come to tell ns good bye and get
some medicine. There was such a
crowd at this meeting that the occur
rences of Sunday were published far
and wide. A member who arrived
about half past eleven Sunday, said,
when she reached a town about a mile
away from here, men were talking ex
citedly on thes'reets. anctahe could hear
them say: “The church at the north
gate is crowded with people to day.
There were twenty-three persons bap
tized. and such a crowd climbed a tree
that it broke down with them ” And
at the time they were proclaiming the
news so far away, it was not yet over
an hour since it occurred.
I wish to tell you before I say good
bye, that I enjoy this page in the Index
very much, especially the Children’s
Corner. I want to tell you, also, that
my papa was once pastor of the Baptist
church in Qnitman, Ga.. and he has
many friends there. Yours lovingly,
Ruth Carlin.
Ingleside.—l have nothing special
to write this time, but I have a mighty
funny letter dictated by my little four
year old brother to Santa Claus. It is
as follows:
Dear Santa Claus:—My old whis
tle has got two holes in it and I want a
new one; and I want some lemonade and
candy, bananas, oranges and a drum,
and a little horn, and a harp, and a slate
and pencil, and a funny old ugly dough
face: and a pretty picture and picture
frame, and a little chair for me to sit in,
and er. and er, and er, and a rubber
ball like Ruby Meacham’s, and thirteen
marbles, and some blocks for me to
build play houses with, and a trunk if
you can tote it, and if you can’t tote it
don’t bring it, and another doll for me
to play with, and another tin mouse,
and a top like Hudie’s, and some pretty
flowers, and I want you to make ’em too.
Please don't forget to come Christmas;
don’t forget where I live, and what my
name is. Jamie Lee Hadaway.
Ingleside, Ga.
This letter was dictated by my little
brother.
1 enjoy reading the letters written by
the cousins very much. I enjoyed Ear
nest Willie’s letter so much, and I can
heartily join with the cousins in asking
him and Gray haired Mother to write us
a Christmas story. I have a copy of
Earnest Willie's book, and am charmed
and delighted with it. What has be
come of our Gainesville cousins. Mabel
Gardener and Eala Butts? I think our
Corner has grown to bs so nice and in
teresting. Y’our loving friend and cou
sin, Bettie Hadaway.
Hazlehurst —lt has been some time
since I wrote my former letter and as
you honored me enough to publish it, I
thought I would write again. I have
been for the last two or three months
visiting the associations and having a
very nice time. I love to go and hear
the glad tidings from all the churches.
The church of Hazelhurst has called
Rev W. J Barton again for two Sab
baths in the month. It is so nice to
have him so often. He is a live, active
Christian, with a bright and happy
word for all, and his presence is always
cheering.
In the Index of November the 26th,
I see a letter from College Park, written
by Charlie C. Littlejohn, who asked
some questions which I shall undertake
to answer. 1. Who was let down into
a dungeon? Jeremiah. 2. Who was
sorry that he sinned and went and
hanged himself ? Judas 3. What
caused the death of Eli? The capture,
by the Philistines, ot the ark of God.
4. At what time in David’s life did th’)
Lord send his Spirit into his heart?
When Samuel poured the fragrant oil
upon his head.
Now I will ask some questions: What
boy died in his mother’s lap and was
afterwards raised from the dead by the
prophet? What boy was it of whom it
was asked. What manner of child shall
this be? What three boys honored and
feared God more than the king?
.Ye look forward for the new Index
every week with pleasure and all try to
get it to retd first. We have the best
Sunday school in the place Mr. L. J.
Tipins is our superintendent. Mr L.
Coffee is my teacher, and I think all of
his scholars love him. With best wishes
to the Index and to the Childrens’ Cor
ner. Anna E. Girtman
Panthersville —Once I came and
you kindly admitted me to your play
ground, so I will try again I have
stayed away until I guess you all have
forgetten me. but I am coming like the
rest, thanking and praising "Earnest
Willie” for his greeting in our dear
Corner; he has told us what our Corner
is, so let us make it as interesting as we
can.
Gray-haired Mother, come back; we
are so lonesome without you. G M. 8.,
I think you write such interesting let
ters. You have asked several questions
and I will try to answer 1. Maher
shalal hash baz is the longest word in
the Bible. Isa. 8:1.
2 Zaccheus climbed a tree to see Jesus
pass, and the result was he was made a
righteous man.
Cousins, let us all ask questions. I
think it so nice.
With love,
Nanme Wallace.
Jenkinsburgh.—l thought I would
write to the Index again, I wrote once
and saw my letter in print. I am not
going to school now, but I suppose I will
go after Christmas. We had a good
service at our last August meeting.
Thirteen joined, ten by experience and
three by letter. Our church has one
hundred and fifty-two members. 1
think nothing is nicer or better than be
ing a good Christian. My grandma is
seventy eight years old. She has been
mind many years, and has twenty four
grandchildren but has never had the
Sleasure of seeing one of them. We all
early love her, and very often read to
her. She has are union every year, and
it’s an enjoyable time with us.
I think the Index grows more inter
esting every issue. Can any of the cou
sins tell me which two chapters of the
Bible read alike? I will try to write
again. Your friend,
Willie May Strickland.
St. Marks. —As I read so many in
teresting letters in the Children’s Cor
ner, I thought I would join them. I
am a little boy ten years old. My great
aunt, Mary Prather, takes the Index
and I love to read the Corner. lam the
great grandson of the Rev. W. W.
Prather, deceased.
Bro. J. W. Wilson is our pastor at
Union. Our Sabbath-school is suspend
ed until spring. We are done picking
cotton. My two little brothers and I
have a fine time gathering hickory nuts
and crabapples.
I will ask a question: Who is the old
est man that ever lived, and died before
his father? Your friend,
John C. Sims.
Dear Corner.—Reading the name
of Rev. A R. Almanl in la t week’s
IN’ ex, makes me want to write yon
something this morning out of the usual
order of little letters lam living in
the house my father, gran 1 father and
great grandfather lived in; <■ in any of
you say the same? And that great
grandfather was Rev. A. R. Almand.
You know a long time ago men helped
each other build their houses and never
thought of making any charge, and
there were so few lived near here then,
I heard my grandmother say that men
came twenty miles and camped here
several days to help build this house.
It has stood the storms of nearly three
quarters of a century
So many things sad and glad have oc
curred here, If these old walls con
tained phonographs (if there bad been
such a thing in those days), wouldn’t
it be comforting to have great-grand
father s prayers fall on our ears, and
wouldn't we children cry to hear great
grandmother’s last words to her hus
band and her parting words and coun
sel to her boy that went to the war and
never returned? And the giving up of
her girls to their choice of life compan
ions?
Now let me tell you what we have
done this week and I will stop. We
have a little chair about forty-five years
old, with rockers gone and posts and
rounds worn flat from "ploughing,” a
large handless, footless wax doll and a
small book of Psalms. These are all
the relics we have of papa’s and mam
ma's childhood, so we brought the chair
down stairs, mended, scrubbed, dressed
it uo and tied it up on the wall. You
needn’t laugh at that, because it is a
very tiny chair. The first time papa
was put on the scales he only weighed
three pounds Then we dressed the
doll in black, bent wire for specks, put
on a black fascinator and set her up iu
that chair, with the open Psalm book
resting on her lap. We have called her
grandma a long time, because she is so
much the oldest of my family of dolls,
and you know how grandmas sit and
read their Bibles. We children expect
to keep these treasures as long as
we live. I have stayed so long
lam getting scared. You know the
editor does not like long letters.
Bessie Reynolds, did you get that
book? Love to the kind editor. Aunt
Laura, Earnest Willie and all the chil
dren. Lee Emma Norris.
I have read “Mary Bunyan” and “The
Lamplighter" since I wrote last, and
was well rewarded for the time. I
wish all you little folks would read
them.
Sparta —Can you let another little
boy come into your Corner? I have not
much to say. but like to be in good com
pany. Sister anl I go to school in
Sparta, six miles from home. It is sun
down nearly every evening when we get
home and then we have to study, so I
don't have much time to play.
I was glad to see Earnest Willie would
write again. ( used to keep all the
pieces he wrote to the Index, and have
some of them in my trunk now. I have
his book, too. Ruth Carlin, are yon
ever going to fulfil your promises ? I
want to hear about the Chinese and all
the things you could write about.
W e have a nice Sunday-school of our
own near by now. That seems a little
selfish, doesn’t it? But yon will not
think so when I tell you nearly all the
people in this community are Metho
dists. Some of them-go to our Sunday
school and we all enjoy it. We have
some mite boxes and are trying to make
some money for missions. We expect
to have a Christmas festival and gather
them in then.
We live ten miles from our church. I
am not a member
Your interested friend,
Lawton Garner.
Riverdale —I am a little girl eleven
years old, and I hope you will admit me
in your Corner.
I will tell you about our school. My
teacher is Miss Eva. I like her very
much. Professor Jones is the principle
teacher. We have prayer meeting every
Sunday night and preaching every
fourth Sunday. lam not a member of
the church, but papa and mamma are,
and my bro; her is. He j lined the
church this summer. I hope that all
the little cousins will remember me in
their prayers. I fear that I have plied
my tongue too fast and have done more
chatting than was my share. Please
pardon me if that be so.
With best wishes for the Index and
little cousins. Yours truly,
Lizzie Mayo.
Riverdale —I come again. It af
fords me much p’easure to see all the
little cou-ins corresponding. This is
my second attempt to write. Papa
takes the Index and I do enjoy reading
the Children’s Corner so much My
papa and mamma and three of my sis
ters belong to the church at Riverdale.
I don’t. I go to Sunday school. We
have fine preaching and singing. Miss
Ara Evans is organist
Papa has a very fine horse, just as
gentle as a lamb. We can drive him
anywhere we want to.
Rest assured that you have the best
wishes of your sincere friend,
D. O. L.
Fayetteville.—l see so many nice
letters written by the little boys and
girls, I thought I would make my first
attempt to write to any paper.
Rev. J. W. Beck is our pastor. Papa
says a better preacher never preached.
I go to Sabbath-school, my teacher’s
name is Mr. S. A. Burks and we all love
him very much. Mr. T. N. Kidd is our
superintendent. My papa takes the In
dex and I like to read the Children’s
Corner very much. lam a little girl
eight years old. I have only one sister,
who is ten. I will close for this time.
T will write a better letter next time.
Your little friend,
Jessie Thornton.
Rudden —As I have seen so many
nice letters in the Index, I will try to
write one
My papa takes the Index and I am
glad he does, for I do enjoy reading fit
so much.
We have a good Sunday school. Mr.
E. N. Alliston, superintendent, Rev. J.
T. B. Anderson, pastor. We all love
him very much, tor he is a good man.
We have services twice a month.
As this is my first attempt to write to
any paper I will close.
Your friend,
Emmie Bryant.
Riverdale —I am a little girl twelve
years old and I hope you will admit me
in your Corner. Igo to Sabbath school
every Sunday and like to go very much.
Our pastor is Mr. E M. Lyle. We
like him very much. Mr Huey is our
superintendent. This is the first letter
I ever wrote to the Index and I hope I
will see it in print. I go to school in
Selma; my sister is the teacher; I like
her very much.
I want to ask a question: Where is
the longest verse in the Bible?
With best wishes for the Index.
Jewell Travis.
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are uniqualed for clearing the voice.
Public speakers and singers the world
over use them.
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