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|..Our Boys and Girls..
Mt Boys and rt$ ot ti, I Edited by Aunt Busy. ' an I iJli ! AN UNWITTING AVENGER. I So 1)e sprang up and seized it without hesitation, u I Tne proud Miss Elnora Evangeline Small pyed I -yVas making Miss Maude Montmorency a call -ar.( In formal and properest way; u Her dress was a wonder that Of hand-'broidered linen, rJuv I Hr feet, peeping under. v J Such shces had ne'er been in; lii'i- I rj-)ie jlour was quite right for a call to begin in, e r I n,j ihf knew to a minute just how long to stay; -I ' Her stylish lorgnette t-to- f And gold vinaigrette St.rl ; Koth served to complete an esthetic array. I ; (.hatted away quite at ease as she sat, I .A 1 ; 1 1 d saw in the mirror the bird on her hat ! jjor milliner's costly "creation;" I Just then old Hodge Johnson. , - I Who dozen near the fender, I Cast envious glance on I The bird in its splendor: lrif-r I It seemed to his fancy young, juicy and tender; 1Jax S hp sprang up and seized it without hesitation, i And. nothing wrong deeming, U I In spite of their screaming, ? Reduced the whole head-gear to dilapidation. ak" Tlie moral of which is (no doubt about that), r.f,- i The place for a bird is not on a hat. K i u"- 1 AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. " I )' .ir Xic-cos end Nephews : 111 - I Aunt Kusy hopes that the dear young people r w ill nil forget her during the happy vacation days. I 11 SIh would like to reeeije some correspondence ,(( 11 j fi"in her young friends about the many good times I'i'y are enjoying. Aunt Busy only wishes that m nil the lear children in the world could have hap- u. joyoous lives. But there are many who have hi wry little sunshine and happiness in their young it. lirarts. so Aunt Busy hopes that her dear girls and 5 l.nvs will remember their less fortunate little fri'inls and give them the opportunity oeeasion- lMl , ally to enjoy a delightful summmer day. In" plan- , jiing parlies, picnics, excursions, walks, drives v aii'l the many pleasures of the summnier time do , I invite only the little girls and bovs who live r, fashionable streets, in fine, mansions, who wear ! jriity clothes and who bear every evidence of 11 ) wealth and good fortune, but also remember some !y ; little people who, through overty, are forced to ;t I live in humble cottages, who have very poor I el'iiiios, whose tired faces and wistful eyes show . j mutow and want. Invite these children to partake in your pleasure, and you will increase your hap- " ; jiiness by knowing you are doing kindly acts. - t Ymi will not lose anything from such kindness, in fact, may gain much., because it is often f.iund that the children of ihe poor arc very superior su-perior in minds and morals to those of the rich. e ; Aunt Busy, wise, funny old lady that she is, knows t ' I,., tli kinds of children, and she thinks that happv ; children should be ever thoughtful for the little , ; children of the poor. Lovingly, as ever, ; AUNT BUSY. JUST PLAIN CAT. Our neighbor's cat is Persian, the Jones' is Maltese; Aunty's big Angora has feathers to her knees (At least they look like feathers) and a tail so big and white. When that kitty meets a puppy dog, I tell you it's a sight! Rut when I ask. 'What breed is mine my -pussy, sleek and fat?" They laugh, and pull my curls, and say, "I fear just cat." It's true her eyes aren't yellow, her tail is rather small. 1 don't know if she over had a ped-i-gree at all. ' iThat big void means her mother, her grandma, too, ) they say, V That they all took prizes at a show, were marked a special way.) What rti I care for markings, for prizes and all that? My kilty's just as precious if she is just cat. She was the dearest kitten, all scamper and all fur! I Not one of all my other pets could make me laugh like her. . She niay be. very common, but I know she's good I and true, : Pr Fhe meets me when I come from school with lov ing little mew; ' ArM when she's round we never see a teenchy mouse or rat. Ari'1 I b'lieve I 3ove her better 'cause she's just plain cat! Jennie Pendleton Ewing in Youth's Companion. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. i Green Kivcr, Wyo., June 4, 11.104. I TV-ar Aunt Busy I have seen some letters in Tin- Intcnnountain Catholic from boys and girls ' ; th;!t 1 know, so I thought I would write you. too. ; Xiy inaminma says she went to school with you. I : remain, your Wyoming nephew. WILLIE GILLIGAN. Aunt Busy has a warm welcome for the dear nephew from Green River. " She remembers his dear mother very well, and appreciates hearing from her little son. She h ipis that Willie is as good a little boy as his lovely love-ly mother was a little girl. Aunt Busy hopes to i-'i-eive a longer letter next time her old school-male's school-male's son writes. 4 . . : Ogden, Utah, May 24, 1904. I l)ar Aunt Busy We all clapped after Sister read mir schoolmate's letters and your dear, kind .iii.-wi'is in the Intcrmountain Catholic. That has nude us all want to write, that wc, too, may hear from our dear Aunt Buy. 1 am in the second grade and go to St. Jo-seili" Jo-seili" M-hool. We will soon have vacation, and ii n will have lots of time for. play. Good-by for lime. Your little friend, i LILLIAN O'NEILL. Aunt Buy finds much pleasure in reading and .'i-wering the letters of her dear little Ogden i'riend. She is particularly pleased to find a new i.ieecs, and hopes to hear from her very often j during vacation. Aloscow, Ida.. May 22, 104. H al- Aunt Busy I thought I would write to r ' r,u f,,r ihe first time. Our pastor is Father Moo- j l ev. and we all think a good deal of him. t 1 am 11 years old, and 1 go to the public schools, uid 1 am in the fourth grade. Aly teacher's name i- Mi-s Whitmore. : 1 think I will be an altar boy as soon as Father ' Muonev i readv. That is all for this time. Your nephew. ' LOUIS SHIELDS. Aunt Buy has a warm greeting for all the '"ys and girls of Father Mooouey's flock. She In. pes to hear very shortly that Nephew Louis is a Model altar boy. Write often, Louis. Eureka, Utah, June 3, 104. ' Dear Aunt Busy I am now writing you a few lines to let yoti know Fvc not forgotten you. 1 go to the St. Joseph school and am in the high fourth. 1 am the pitcher and captain of the school nine. We have a fine baseball team here; they beat the Salt Lakes last week. This is all till next time. G.Kd-bv. From your nephew. PATRICK BONNER. Aunt Busy supposed that dear Patrick Bonner forgot lhat he ever had a funny, fat ol auntie in Salt Lake, but she has gained several pounds since hearing from him. How she does love baseball! And she thinks the Eureka team the best in the Hate at present. Write often, Patrick. A SERMON TOR GIRLS. . ! No better 'advice was ever bestowed upon a girl '''an that given by a worldly-wise mot run to her' I daughter on the subject "of male acquaintances. . "My dear," she said, "you cannot bo too careful in your choice of companions of the opposite sex. Men are not always what they seem to be, and it is necessary for your happiness that you should make a close study of any man who seeks your friendship friend-ship and society. Of course all men have their petty faults, which are not so very important. What you have to find out are their great failings, which have so much influence upon the happiness and success of life. Recognize no man to whom you have not been properly introduced by a mutual friend who will give you some information about him. A casual acquaintance may prove a true gentleman, gen-tleman, but the changes are that he will not. You know nothing about him and consequently the risk is very great. Many a girl had had cause to rue the day that she encouraged the advances of a man she met by chance at the seaside, for instance, or at some place of amusement. When you have become acquainted with a man in proper manner, which, although orthodox,-is the only safe way in which to form an acquaintance, then you can set to work to study the principles of his character and decide for yourself whether he is Worthy of your friendship or not." MAJORIE. (Written for The Intcrmountain Catholic.) She sat at the piano listlessly going up and down the scale. "Oh, why was there ever such a thing made I'll never get this scale of E smooth." The little head with its wealth of chestnut curls tossed impatiently and there was a quiver about the rosebud mouth as she placed her new piece before be-fore her. She went , carefully over every note of the base, slowly counting the time, "One, two, three one, two, three," and then succeeded fairly well with the treble. But alas! when she tried them together it was with the result she had expected. She tried again, but the base and the treble simply would not come out together. By this time the large brown eyes had filled with tears and the notes of the music were blurred. A deep sob shook the little frame. "It's no use trying. I never can play, and papa said that he would be so proud' of me if I'd learn to play a few pretty pieces. Teacher says that she had to learn the scales and had to work hard, but I guess her hands were bigger or her brain bigger or or something." some-thing." , . -Turning to pick up her handkerchief in order to wipe her tear-stained face, she happened to see her little black and white kitten at the other end of the room, where it was unsuccessfully trying to climb up the dainty lace curtains at the large bay window. In a moment her music was forgotten and she had taken her pet kitty in her arms to explain ex-plain to it why it should not make a ladder of the curtain. But as she did so a shadow darkened the window. "Why, who is that.' 1 didn t hear any one knock. Did you, kitty V She opened the door and saw with surprise a tall, awkward boy standing with cap in hand before her. "Why, who are you'f' she asked. "Do you want to see some one i I'm here alone this afternoon, i Mamma won't be home for an hour." "No," said the boy looking at her with his frank blue eyes, "I don't want to see any one. You must excuse me. I was just listening." "Listening!" she exclaimed. "Listening to what .'" "Your music. It was very prety," he answered. "My music i. Why, it wasn't music. I was just practicing. And you think it was pretty f She laughed, a bright, silvery laugh and her curls began be-gan to shake so that the kitten in her arms tried to catch them. "Maybe it wouldn't sound pretty to grand people, peo-ple, but I hardly ever hear any music. Won't you let me sit on the porch while you play it again f he asked. - - , "Why, if you really want to hear me come inside," in-side," she said. "What's your name?" she asked, when he had seated himself near the piano. . . "Walter Dennis," he said. "Now, what's yours C "Majorie Bell. Don't you think that's a pretty l-.ame And I'm almost eleven years old." They made an odd picture dainty little Majorie in her light blue dress and the great, awkward country lad whose sunburned face and rough, red hands showed plainly that he was accustomed to hard labor. "Where do you live asked Majorie. "I don't live anywhere now," he said. "I used to have a home, but now I stay anywhere I can get work to do. You look so pretty," he continued, gazing admiringly at her. "I used to have a little Kl- o,l clu, Wnl Sister wuu luuiveu ou uim." .v.. music. Oh, she would have given anything- for a piano, but we couldn't afford to buy her one. And before she died she . said that the most beautiful thing in heaven for her would be the music." Majorie had been listening intently and a thoughtful look came into her soft brown eyes. "Your little sister wanted a piano and couldn't have one?" she said. "Oh,' 'he must have felt so bad. I guess you like music, too. I wish I could play something real pretty for you, but I haven't been practicing lone:. I've been so discouraged today." to-day." - -"Oh, I wouldn't worry," said the hoy. "I d be glad to know how to play a little." "Well." said Majorie. seating herself at -the piano, pi-ano, "I'll try my new piece for you, but I can't get it right. It's the Evergreen Waltz." o her great surprise this attempt was successful success-ful and she finished without a mistake. The boy listened with beaming eyes. "Thai's fine." he said. "Do you really like it" asked Ma jor:e, her face flushing with pleasure. Then she-went -through her little repertory of pieces and when she had finished there was such a look of gratitude iriithe boy's eyes that she felt amply rewarded. "I must go now," he said, "I thank you so much. Don't worry if your music is hard to learn now. Just keep on and maybe some day we'll hear that Miss Majorie Bell is a fine pianist. Good-bye." "Good-bye," said Majoric'I'm so glad you liked my pieces." The boy cast a last glance around the pretty, room and at sweet Majorie and left, his lonely heart cheered by the music, which he 'thought so beautiful and the kindness of the little girl. "Just think," said Majorie to her kitten, which had curled itself up on the lounge, "I played every one o fthe pieces that teacher wanted me to review. And he thought they were pretty. Isn't it nice to know that some one likes to bear you play J" Years afte. when Majorie had become one of the leading musicians of her.town, she often thought with pleasure of the boy whose kind words had given her so much encouragement. CARRIE CRADDOCIC. Salt Lake City. , ' " HE TOLD THE TRUTH. Master .Walters had been much annoyed by some of his scholars whistling in school. Whenever When-ever he called a boy to account for such a dis-iurbance dis-iurbance he would plead that it was unintentional "he forgot all about where he was." This became be-came so frequent that the master said he would punish the next offender, he next day, when the room was unusually quiet, a loud, sharp whistle broke the stillness. Every one asserted that it was a certain boy, who had the reputation of a mischief maker and a liar. He was called up and, though without a somewhat stubborn look, he denied it again and again, was commanded to hold out his hind. At this instant a slmd'er little fellow not more than 7 years old and with a very pale, but dc- . cided face, held out his -hand, saying as he did so, with the clear and, firm tone of a hero: "Mr. Walters, sir, do not punish him; I whistled. I was doing a long, hard sum and in rubbing out another I rubbed it out by mistake and spoiled it all and before I thought 1' whistled right out, sir. I was very much afraid, but I" could not sit here and act a lie when I knew who was to blame. You may punish me, as you said you should." And with all the firmness he could command he held out the little hand, never for a moment doubting doubt-ing that he was to be punished. Mr. Walters was very much affected. "Charles," said he, looking at the erect form of the delicate child who had made such a conquest over his natural timidity, "I would not punish you for the world. No one here doubts that you spoke the truth." BELLS. The history of bells is one of the most interesting interest-ing in the record of inventions. They were first heard of about the year 400, before which date rattles rat-tles were used. In the year 010 we hear of bells in the city of Sens, the army of Clothaire, king of France, having been frightened away by the ringing of them. In 900 the first peal of bells was hung in England at Croyland Abbey. Many years ago it was estimated that there were at least 2,202 peals of bells, great and small, in' England. It has been thought that the custom of ringing bells was peculiar pe-culiar in England, but the Cathedral of Antwerp, celebrated for its magnificent spire, has a peal of bells ninety in number, on which is played every half hour the most elaborate music. It is an interesting in-teresting fact that the peal of bells in the tower of the old Royal Exchange was chiming "There's nae gude luck aboot the house" when the building was on fire. It would require ninety-one years to ring all the changes on appeal of twelve bells, supposing ten changes that is, 120 sounds to be struck every ev-ery minute. For the changes of fourteen bells 10.-575 10.-575 years would be required, and for those of twenty-four bells 117,000,000,000.000,000 years. THIS MIGHT HAPPEN TO YOU. A Chinese boy, who works in a Philadelphia lauudry, and who is studying English, had occasion occa-sion the other day to write a letter to the young woman who is his Sunday school teacher. Not wishing to begin his letter in the stereotyped way with "Dear Miss," for he considered her worthy of something special, he took his English dictionary to look up an equivalent for the word "dear." His teacher was much surprised and highly edified edi-fied when she opened the letter. This is the way it began: "Expensive' Miss." Youth.