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Show ..Our Boys ana girls.. Edited by Aunt. Busy, This department m conducted aolely m the Interests Inter-ests of oar girl ud boy readers. Aunt Bu,.- 1. rl.d to hear any time from tie nieces and nephew who read thia pae, and to rive 3 hem all the adylce and. help In her power. Write on one side of the paper only. Do not have letters too Ion. Original stories and versei will be gladly received bod carefully edited. received :TrtruS,a.d.USCriPS f contr,buti ot accepted will Causal? r""1 BUSy' .r-nui. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Ir Xi-os a51d Xephcnvs: Aunt IW will toll wh,- she is anxionslv waiting to hear "What work they do," daily, so wrile hl lime f voj ret .Innr so. Lovingly, AUXT BUSY LETTERS AND ANSWERS. n . Salt Lake. Januarv 00. nar Aunt husy: I wash tlie dishes, sween the ...oor and tend the hahy every day. Vour fond niece r , , . , XKLL1E JACOBS. ' Good In tie niece! Write soon again to Aunt .mi sr. t . t , Og-den, Jan. SO. Iar A-nnt Bny: 1 sweep up the yard, bring-m bring-m coal and break the wood almost everr dav. Your i Jcmri f nend, WILLIE HEFFERXAX Almost every day. WDIW Why not ewrv izj: Do you not havr- hre f-rery day, drr? AP0ST0UTE OF A NEWSBOY (GoirtiirDod from Last VTe?.L) I demanded to me liim at odcp. j , SilP 1J?t' I'utle rooirl thwe on a ! ''IZ131 dfiIm-S callniff out he. wanted TO , "stroma vat quarter.. "Hetp xoti had a dor-tor T I said. j ( Xo. Father, srrre if s the priest he's .-ailing; fr- ! I n only g-ol, bad today.'' ' ! vJ1 at,once ( a telephone mar bv and called up a physician I knew, wh was socm at ' i tne J 0okod at slloot h;s hepjm to work with W 1 went into the next i rorTn, and by degTees g-or thv storv out- of the bewildered be-wildered Granny. The night Will left me he was later than usual omingr home, and Granny was distressed -ho s-iid it. was so bitter cold. At last about midnight two' inn came to the door with Willie between them they found him lying- in the snow with blood -om-j irtg from his mouth not far from hom He j I almost frozen, but gave his address fainilv. She j3 iia(1 Put him to bed. and he didn't seem better in the V morning-, and suddenly he grew delirious and raved ! pbout walking- home and borrowing" money from I me. Strang-e! I thoudit. whv didn't h -;,lA 1-ars lie was overcome by that bitter night, but why did he walk? What did he do with the money? ''Granny, had he any money when he cane inV' I said. ' " 'Xot a cent, your reverence! When I asked h;m , why he didn't ride, he said his money was in his - other suit, and when he took bad, he was raving phat I was to pay you back a quarter. Sure if he j -had a quarter, why didn't he take the carsf ' 1-'Sure enough! I thought, 1 told him to ride."' I felt uneasy. Where was that quarter? But then the thought occurred to me. that he might have j lroppfd it. or lost it. '"The men told me.'" said Granny, "that they found him senseless with the blood coming- out of . liis mouth, just yonder, almost in sight of the door. It was a bitter cold wind he faced, comin' over the bridge!" she wailed. Just then the doctor called me and said quietly: "This is a case of pneumonia and exhaustion. The hemorrhages must have been severe. I don't think he will pull throuph. Father, but he will be conscious con-scious in an hour. I will send some medicine and a nurse." 'T was affected more than I could have imagined. imag-ined. 'TIow long do you think he will live. Doctor?" "If s hard to tell. Father, scarcely twenty-four hours." "Make him as comfortable as possible." I said. The Doctor left, and I sat down by the bed. Willie muttered in his delirium. "Poor old fel-I fel-I low. I wonder if lie did lose it." Then again he murmured: "By loving- others better than your-wlf! your-wlf! By giving your life to help otliers. Yes! The priest said so. Thr.t's the way to be a martry! I wonder were any martyrs ever frozen to death P Then he would start up! 'Granny! Granny! give .back Father 's quarter! Mind, I only borrowed bor-rowed it! Give it back to him!" "Yes, darlinV said Granny coming in. "I'll .sire it back to him. lie's here himself. Lit still, honey. Oh. me poor boy!" "Willie," I said, "do yon know me?" I The big- brown eyes opened but there was no !-ign of recognition. The nurse came in just then, and I requested M 'her to begin at once to comply with the doctor's directions. I sat in the next room, and opened mv j breviary. I could not leave Willie. 1 felt sure I would be needed. An hour passed. Granny was with the nurse, and I sat by the window thinking-;md thinking-;md trying to read my office, and watching jhe glory of the red sunset, that winter afternoon. There was snow on the smoke-tainted roof and the muddy river visible beyond the bridge, wa filled with ice cakes. The foundries and olas-hous belched fonh flame and smoke, but the red sunset transformed it all into a plow of crimson ifl.iry. The hue of blood was on everything. Type of martyrdom! 1 thought, and then came the inspiration, inspira-tion, "is lhat boy a martyr? How? I must know, for I believe he is! fTo be concluded.) |