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Show The Kind that Go to Heavcu. Over on Capital hill there's a Sunday schoql whore a young man I k"uw ,K aupcrlnt(iurent. He Is au earnest, couicientIou8 young fejlow, and disagreeable dis-agreeable as It rflay floptuj In mo to say It, he means well. Sunday before last he arose to give little talk. "Dear children," said he, "I am vory glad to bo with you this morning, and wrjen I look Into your happy faces I ant sure that alj of you re; dee with me (n t,be prlvllcdgo of gathering together to-gether this morning to ting our congs qf praise aud to lls'on to hn lessons if your dear teachers" but then you know what he said. You know what i tiey always say Heaven blc-is them for saying It, tool Anyway, this par-j tluular fciiperiiiienilent said that this 'Uenqtlful bubbmh, was "only a. promise , of tho bllssrul herenrter, of the happy land to which we all want to go." "And what Is the happy land?" he asko.1, ThcMimn boys on iho front snat kicked each othur surreptitiously nnd viciously, but nolxidy spoko till lltllo (?eorglo said, with a tone midway between n snulT and a gurgle: "Hcavenl" "Ah. that's It I that's It I" said thu superintendent. "Little Onrglc knew It. It Is heaven. And we nil want to go there. And now, children, can you tell mo whut kind of little bors go there?" Ceorgo was cmboldincd by prnlco. Ills heud wns dizzy with success. Ho rose in his p'ueo. "Dead ones," ho bawled. Washing-ton Washing-ton Post. |