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Show IU ..0r -Boys and-0irl$ I Edited by-Aurt Busy. , - j 'HOW TIXIE WAS LOST AND FOUND. T,ie the name of a little girl that " ! o ne Tixie Tixie is a pretty, white cat. vuhthe buphiest tail, and the silkiest fur. ( JVnd thc dreamiest eyes, and the gentlest purr. I .nd jhe e'.ory I'll tell is, how Tixie got lost, And where he was found, and the trouble It cost, I am tne sorrow that poor little Tessie endured' ; -While the fate of Tlx was as yet unassured. i One da TefS was playing with Tix on the Ftairs When upward he ran. and, to her unawares, Topped out of a wide-open attic window t " And fell to the pavement, On, tar, far below. From a roof to whose edge he had run Car away, f And where he had ne'er been before till that day, f jn a policeman's yard, -who, as we shall see, returned him again, all safe, to Tessie. Vhen Tessie missed Tixie, a search she had made, . 1 'ailing mamma and sister and nurse to her aid. They searched under bureaus, pillows, everywhere That a kitten could hide, yet found him iiot there. ( K en in the water pitcher poor little Tess peered,' Lest in it he'd fallen and drowned, as she feared: Yet search wag in vain, and the poor little maid Kemained unconsoled, and was sorely afraid. I ' j About a week later the policeman heard ! : Of the fad bereavement which this familv stirred; j Po nought he to himself, "That's the 'kitten I ; ' found . Lying in my bark yard, half dead, on the ground. "It's well now as ever, and I'll Just take it home ,( To the house whence I know somehow It has . w come.'' ' H did so,' and needless that I here should add r How pleased everyone was, and Tessie how glad. i ' AUNT BUSY'S SUNBEAMS. Dear Pieces jind Xephews: Auut Busy will soon bo anxiously waiting to hear about the examination report-. She roxupm-lers roxupm-lers ivhin f-he was a little girl, over ko many years apo, that lier "heart hegan to quake and her knees hegan to shake'' shortly after the holiday:!, because ( the Half year examination time was due, and Aunt Busy went to hard .study at o'uee. Xow this is ju.-st j what her dear children are doing, she is sure, and j- f sne extends her earnest" good wishes for success to . attend you all. AUNT BUSY. . AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. From Denver, Coio., comes a report about a " j band of boys who call themselves the "Good Fel- i lows Club." Every afternoon after school one of the boys takes a little cripple boy out sleigh riding. Each boy takes his turn in doing a kindness to a . J little playmate, who was hurt two years ago while ! coasting and is now a hopeless cripple. Aunt Busy considers this to be one of the kiml- 1 est acts that lias ever been brought tor her notice, ' and she would like to see and know those dear, bright-faced lads. What noble-hearted, kindly, true gentlemen will they be some day! She congVatu- lates the parents of the dear fellows most heartily. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. 4 St. Joseph, Slo Jan. .V1&04. Bear Aunt. Busy: 1 thought I -would write you ft few lines to let you know that 1 am still alivK I have boon out of school for the pat two days -with lonsilitis. I have it almost every winter. My aunt , ' . died suddenly Dec. 30. Onrgchol closed fr Christ- ; mas4 Dee. 18, and opened up again .Tan. 14. At the . cWc of January we will 1 examined for High School, consequently I have little or no time at all for anything except my books. I like to go to school very well and like all my studies, especially physiology and history. As it is getting late, I )must close, with love to Uncle Busy and yourself. I remain your loving nephew. - ' ' - FOREST DORSET. - i Aunt Busy was truly delighted to hear at last ; from Forest Dorsey. ' How pleased will "he all the j dear-old Ogden fellows'. They write about you so I often, Fore.-vt. How is Robert anl your dear sis- 1 1er.' Aunt Busy would like to hear from them. J Aunt Busy hopes you will much' succeed in your examinations. Forest. Do not neglect Aunt Busy f'T so long again. She was wondering if you really ) were alive or if you had reached the "grown-up . ; stage'' of life, and thought you were too old to write to the fat, funny old woman, who loves so well the dear boys, who call her Aunt Busv. j Salt, Lake City, Jan. 3. 1$04. Dear Aunt Busy: I thought I would write and I tell you what I got for Christmas. 1 got a type- writer. I go to school, and I am in the TifUi Grade, B Class. Well, I will close for this time. j i From your little nephew,; "'. . .'.;.;..;'.' JOSEPH 3FXAMARA. j " Aunt Busy extends a glad welcome to her dear j new nephew, Joseph Xeyamara. She hopes that you often use your splendid present to write to I Aunt. Busy. 1 1 What is the name of your typewriter, Joseph? I Write soon again. ' j Ogden. Utah, Xov. 19, '1003. ! My Dear Aunt Busy : I do not write'very often, I but you mast have a letter from me before the 22nd. j Please name your club "St. Francis de Sals.' My ! sister, Minnie, has just returned home from Boise, f I am so glad she is with us again, for I. was o very ! 1 ,--v-i riiir rT l-.or T liOt-n l ltttl,i tiLi- olirtiif i two months old. I am very fond of her. I hope I my letter will reach you on time. I i Your loving niece, I - FAXXJE DERMODV. I Have you concluded that your interesting letter I I would never be answered, Fannie j Aunt Busy has ! had to answer all letters iu turn, and some have I been in her desk a long lime; but she will answer . i all, no matter liow long ii will 'take. Kiss' the sweet baby sister for Aunt Busy. She I j dearly loves babies. " What is thc color of the baby's eyes ? Aunt Busy would love to see her. V ' ' ' . Carr, Colo.. Xov. 14. 10u;'.. , Dear . Aunt Busy: As I have seen your last' question in the paper. I will try to answer it. I ihink the "Xioces- ami Xephews' club" is a good I nan, We did not go 10 school Thursday and Friday, lecause it stormed. We' went picking coal today. We picked one and a half miles. Papa, H Leo, Agnes, Dror.ysius and myself went. We only I milk seventeen cows now. We turned out eight cows. We went to Carr when we picked coal. I only wear aprons once-in a while to school. As it i growinc late I will dose: From your loving niece,' AX ASTASIA MAXTEY. A letter from the little Manteys is always wel- ! cme. You seem to enjoy your country home so much, dear, and Aunt Busy feels happy that you I do. Aunt-Busy thinks seventeen cows arc quite "nough to look after. She would run if she saw -nly one. Imagine funny, fat old Aunt Busy nm- I oing from a cow! But . she would surely run. J DONKEY AND EGGS. : One morning, while in Rome, I walked out of the city in company with n friend, Oscar, W. Col-- f lett, Esq., of St. Louis. The sky was unclouded, and the sun was showering down his rays, as we pushed on bravely into the Campagua. After a walk of several hours we espied an inn. We were ; lired, thirsty and hungry. St. Paul thanked God when he saw the three taverns; wc did at the sight i of one. , ' ' As we approached the ever-open door, however, I J our attention was arrested bv the approach, froi I nnother direction, of a 'tail, stout, iniddle-aged - ' woman, and by her side two large mo.ving ppnniers filled to the very top wjth eggs. From these pan- i " , ' - - . ' ' niers, if you looked up you saw two very long ears-if ears-if you looked down four small legs; WtweeiT the', .panniers the head of an animal. It was donkey, and was the motive power that tpropelled the eggs.', Xow the woman, who was cither owner or supcr-. supcr-. cargo of her precious freight, was in great haste to reach the city. But the donkey was in no hurrv at all; for as soon as he perceived the odor of .savory meats, hay. oats, etc.. he stopped. Xof would he budge another foot. The woman was armed with a stout stick about three feet long. With' that she began be-gan belaying the poor donkey, with occasional shouts. Then she would go behind him and strive to push him on by main strength, putting her shoulder to his rump. Renewed beating and shouts. All in' vaiu. Presently the donkey ber-ame sulkv and revengeful, re-vengeful, and to the horror of his aqonized mistress kneeled down, not to ask pardon.' but as a preliminary prelimi-nary to further steps. For mxt, down went his hind legs, and the animal rolled over ou his back his legs up and the eggs everywhere; Much as I pitied the woman as he stood there shrieking, awl tearing tear-ing her hair, I could not but think that ifinstead of beating so unmercifully the poor brute, she had coaxed him and reasoned with him. or fed' him, she would have saved her eggs. Rev. George F. llas-khu. llas-khu. . Father Haskins, founder of the "House of the. Angel Guardian," was many years ago a client of ours and told us the above story. George T. Atw gell, in1 Our Dumb' Animals. ' " ' ' A ROSEBUD. It was a beautiful evening in June, Xature's richest mouth, when everything seems tonehed by the expansive rays of the gilded sun. I whiled away the evening strolling through a fragrant garden, gar-den, and in the calm and peace that surrounded me I dwelt upon many things. My steps were suddenly sud-denly arrested by the sighf of a beautiful bush, laden with the most exquisite roses. A perfect paradise met mv gaze; there were flowers of every I' kind and tall trees overlooked the scepe, forming archways through which one -might pass Being a lover of natijrc, I looked around for a spot whereon where-on I might rest and enjoy the beautiful scene around me. A rustic seat, was not far off, and there I rested so calmly and peaceably, dreaming away like one in a fairyland wondering at the works of Almighty God. An arbor of red roses, fragrant in the evening brecz, wafted sweet perfume: per-fume: towards me, and made the spot more inviting. in-viting. A bright bud peeped out from the rosy group, and in my vivid imagination I seemed to fhear the following beautiful account of a twin sister bud from the queen rose of tho flowery abor : . "My dear young friend, let me tell youwhat '( will perhaps interest you. I am descended from ;an old stock and my family connections are very"-; ' numerous. The first of our race was a. pale, tiny bmrborn at the time ot our rlear.Jbord s suneruig life on earth. Just in the midst of Gethsemane, it looked sjmpathetically on the agony of its Lord and Master," and . heard Him utter those' pleading' words to His Apostles: 'Stay you heVe 'and watch witji me, "while I go yonder to pray." Her proud head sank in all humility in His presence, aild she too watched and prayed. She heard His heartbroken heart-broken cry, and saw thc angel coming to comfort Him in this distressing moment. His Sacred Blood poured out on this memorable ground, and as the tiny bud bowed its head, some precious drops tinged its whiteuess, and left it henceforth a precious rosebud. Such is the legend of our race. "Years passed on and the family extended far . and wide. The little bud that you see at my side is a twin sister to one that passed away in a most touching manner. A fair haired young girl who had seen, seventeen t summers passed her by, but the temptation was too great, she hesitated, then advanced, pluced the little beauty and placed it upon lier bosom. Returning home, she carefully' deposited her treasure in a cut-glass rase, and left it to repose until the morning light.- Moniing came, and it looked just as fresh as the evening . before, yet its 'heart had not opened. 'Mid the gay circle of the ballroom the beautiful bud was introduced,- attached with a diamond cluster to thc lace scalf of the young debutante. yOh; what marvelous mar-velous scenes that bud witnessed ou that -evening' of pleasure! Too much it was for the tenderly reared offspring of ournoble family. It seemed to grow paler and really weaker. , , "The "hour came, and amidst the gay. scene of the ballroom our little bud was borne homewards to rest again in the cut glass vase. In the calm peace and serenity of midnight. Juliette Morton reclined upon her soft couch, but not to sleep. She "had just read a letter from a poor young girl, begging Miss Morton to visit her poor dying mother. . " "She had heard of the charity always shown by this young -lady, and . therefore felt she was not pleading in vain. The writer's mother was very . poor. They lived in a most obscure part of the city, and had not wherewith to buy their daily bread. Xow thc young girl was left to, assist her dying mother, and as she had nothing to console her what would she doi Juliette looked around . her as if to seek for something she could bring the poor woman. After packing her dress suit case wit If clothes and her little basket with fruit- and wine, she made preparations to set out at the tirst dawn for the poor hut. , The silver streaks of early" morn were soon vis-Mi vis-Mi 1 T-l-.A i j I 1 l1! ' line ana .juneue set out. laKinsr wiin ner likewise the chosen little rosebud. Arriving -at the miser- . able hut. all is death-like. Xoiselessly entering, she feels the touch of death. The distracted daughter runs to meet the benefactress, and pours out her grief. Juliette tenderly embracing the sufferer, says some kind words, and then speaks to the dying dy-ing woman. All The contents of basket and case are left to the occupants of this humble abode. Juliette consoled mother and daughter, breathing into the ears of the. former many a beautiful aspiration. as-piration. She then bado both good-bye, promising to return. It was then that she wended her way to the nearest church, and placed the rosebud on the altar for the intention of a happy death for this poor woman. The bud expanded in the pres- . once of its Master, its heart was opened, and there it breathed out its pure life as the poor woman breathed, hers. Many incidents I could relate to you, my friend,"' said the beautiful rose, "but this will suffice to show you that our" lives' are well spent.' I was delighted with this account and awakened to .find that I had just enjoyed a long, Ions: dream. "I was sorry it .was but a dream. Still the beautiful lessons I have learned from the queen of the flowers shall ever be retained by me. Henceforth Hence-forth I shall love to invoke : the Mystical Iiose, and may she ever regard me as her loving child. Kegina McGlinn in the Leader. |