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Show ...Our Boys ana iiriw j .EDITED BY AUNT' BUSY. I : - - . : : j This department Is conducted solely In the Inter- j ' sts of our girl and boy reader. Aunt-Busy is glad to hear any time from the ; Pieces and nephews who read this pare, and to give ihem all the advice and help in her power. Write on one Bide, of the paper onlv. . ! ! - Do not have letters too Ion. Original stories;.and verges will bo rladiy received ftnd carefully edited. The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will be returned. ,, . ...... Address all letters to Aunt . Busy, Intermountain Oathohc, Salt Lake City. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Dear Nieces and Nephews: Aunt Busy intended intend-ed to write. a really bright letter to her pirls and .hoys this, week, hut Monday Aunt Busy heard of the death of a very dear friend,- one whom all the iyrspaxr people, both men and women, loved, aud Aunt Busy juf-t feels too Pad and sorry to write any funny things. Do the nieces and nephews re-?neraher re-?neraher some years ago a rut run at-the head of the Aunt Busy page? It was a picture of a boy and girl reading the Auut.Bupy page of the Intermountain Inter-mountain Catholic? Surely many of Aunt Busy's ok young ' friends remember it. This cut was drawn by Alan L. Lovey. the clever artist, who died iu Nevada the past week. Aunt Busy only wishes that he could really make her girls and hoys real-iy.tt real-iy.tt how truly good, sincere, splendid, and manly was this man, whom all Salt Lake mourns. He aj-tfay? aj-tfay? took a special interest in the 'Aunt Busy department de-partment Itecause he really suggested it over seven years ago, and then he took much pleasure in drawing draw-ing the cut that many of the girls and boys remem-Vr. remem-Vr. This kindly, splendid man died on Monday last and the hearts of those who knew him are sod. for he won the love of all through the innate sweetness sweet-ness of his character, through his great, -.broad, big heart, through the kindly words that ever left his lips for his neighbors, through the kindly thoughts That were ever in his heart for his friends. Now Aunt Busy knows that very few of her dear girl a and boys knew this good, kindly man, but she wauts them to each say an earnest prayer for him, because be-cause he was so good and true. She wants them to say a prayer for the sad young wife, for the iwoet blue-eyed baby, who cooed and- smiled in happy baby. fashion as her dying father, fully "conscious, "con-scious, kissed her for the last time on earth, she wanls her girls and boys to pray hard for the feeble invalid mother, who will never in this) world forget for. one moment the loving son. whose devotion to her was the most admirable of his many beautiful imits of character. Aunt Busy feels very sad tcr night, dear girls and boys, because with, all tw rest of the newspaper folks in Salt Lake and the west she has lost a friendj and a dear friend, too. LovinoV your sorry old AUNTIE BUSY. THE STAR OF HOPE. From out of a convent window once ;, In the evening twilight dim. A little maid gazed afar Through the trees so tall and grim. j The rising moon shed silvery rays . i And by its own bright light, " .. i$ Casting a radiance over all Eluded the thoughts of night. The girl's, watchful eye. saw a distant church . And the gilded cross on high. And wandered thence to the bright blue dome. Of the starry studded sky.. It seemed the brightest star of all. At 1he foot of the cross did cling, As if it was finding a rest there Its brightest gleams did fling. The little maid seemed to hear a voice And these were the words it yoke: ''The.eross has in heaven we will safely reach Bv. the light of the star of hope.'' ' M. S. Aunt Busy would feel more comfortable if M. S. would sign his or her own name. She will not ublislu the name if the writer desires not, but please tell her your name anyhow. She has taken the liberty of changing some, words because "boys" arc not gazing out of windows in convents. In ft Kiaute. ;Ycs, in just a minute, mother !' Ten, fifteen minutes pass, and no sign? of -moving. "Bessy, dear!" begged mother, nervously, "it is almost tea time, and you know papa can't wait tonight. to-night. He said he would have to catch that night train for New York." Bessy jumped up at this with great promise of alacrity But her eyes' were still glued to the paper pa-per she had been reading and which she held open before her at arm's lencth as she walked. The result re-sult of this whole-souled devotion to literature was a sharp bump and recoil as she came. in contact with the edge of the kitchen door, which stood : partly open. The shock sent her whirling to. one side, where she managed to trip over Baby Nell's ' dolly-cart and came, down in a general collapse among her fragile treasures. " '"Go 'way, bad girl!" screamed NdJ, kicking and pounding with feet and fists. '"You've breaked the noses all off my walnut babies, and there! there! sec what you've done!" . . .. . 4'0h, baby mine!" eried Bessy, repentantly, "sister didn't mean to!" And there were several valuable minutes consumed iu pacifying the injured in-jured householder and ascertaining damages.. '"Bessy, dear!" said mamma, in despair, "there xmes papa now! Set the teakettle in and spread ; the cloth before he gets here, so there'll be a look if snpper about it." ''Bossy" is a', photograph of a girl in a family' where I -have been visiting. There are, so many girls just like her that I am not in the least afraid of Miss Bessy's discovering any particular like"-ness. like"-ness. In fact. she was "written up" long, long ago. in an old. old book. We have the real, old-fashioned kind of boys and girls still the kind that used to say. respectfully, "I fro. sir!" and went not. Now, how much better is that than saying, "I won't!" out and out. so that at least; people, may. know what, to expect of yon? Then mother. can .set the. table herself if it must be done promptly, and attend to your manners afterward. Then the fire won't turn pale with hope deferred to go out in gray ashes while your highness prepares to get ready to begin ..to get . that, long-promised .hod of ?obI for it; nor father go himself to drive the cows home; nor the hired man say wicked; words whey he has to come up from the broken, pasture fraer: to fjnd you as well aa the hammer; nor "the. twins" wait fo5psiriogly through aft hour-long 'minutA" while the day travels' westward and playtime is over ?j?d the poor.liltle dolly-cart goes to rack and ruin. "Don't say, Jn a" minute:' - Jt is a foolish word. a &biftle SsThia mkg!! nd live up to it. The world is aching for this kind, 'of "minute men.' Enlist at once! There's room in the rank-, and promotion for all but deserters. . V1ACRUC1S. Sixth, Seventh and Eighth Stations Veronica's Sympathy The Second FallThe Women of ' - Jerusalem .Consoled. ' (Contributed.) SIXTH STATION Y eroniea wipes the face of Jesus. As Jesus proceeds on the way. covered with the sweat of death,' a woman, moved with compassion, com-passion, makes her way . through the crowd, and with a cloth wipes his blessed face. A" a reward of her piety , the impression of. his sacred countenance' coun-tenance' is miraculously imprinted on it. What a bright picture amidst all the gloom of the Yia Crucis. A kindly woman, moved with sorrow, wipes the sweat from his divine face. And what a blessed reward. The sacred face of the C!mt is imprinted on the cloth. The. saintly Veronica is but... the. type of our Bcligions, those nobl' sisters of the church, vhoo duty and. Heaven bless them, whose pleasure it is to tend the sick. the -poor and the ignorant, and wipe from their brows the sweat of sickness . and of de.ith, and thfy. too, receive as their reward the impress of j the Saviour's face upon their hearts and the sub-j sub-j limity of countenance which belongs alone to the J blessed mother 'of God and her pious-imitators on i earth. Go into our hospital, on our battleb'elds. j our jails, and in the haunts of vice, and- you will find Veronicas there, in robes of. black, with the j rosary and crucifix hnnaing from their -waists, trying to wipe the swost from their Saviour's brow, and oh. Jesus! owing to -.thy power and toy j blessed Mother's pity,' they succeed as Yeronica j succeeded in wiping the sweat from thy blessed brow on the journey to Calvary. As Yerortica wiped the brow of Jesus pun1 and holy. So. do our sisters tend the sick and help -the poor and lowly. SEVENTH STATION Jesus falls beneath His cross the second time. ' " ."The pain of His wound and the loss of 1.1 d increasing at every step mi His way, again Ili strength fails llim, and Jesus falls to the ground a second time." 'We have gone to confession, have carried out our penance, felt firm in our own strength, but, lo, we have taken, other-devils to ourselves and our last state is worse than the. first. We saw. Thee, oh, Jesus! scourged, crowned with thorns, spit, up- on and reviled, and wc faked Thee to let u bear a part of Thy cross, that we by our patience and holy living might ease thy burden, but we depended depend-ed not oh The beatified one, nor on the intercession interces-sion of our divine lady of victories, tut. on our miserable, weak, sinful selves. -and w'c fell, sweet Jesus, causing Thee to fall a second time upon Thy j awful journey to Calvary. ; Oh. what divine patience, pa-tience, Thou dost ever show to Thy weak and cir-ing cir-ing children, merciful Christ, give us yet one more opportunity to show Thee the sincerity of our gratitude for all the agony Thou hast undergone and dost still undergo at our hands daily. Preserve Pre-serve us from cverv -relapse, into sin. and do thou, sweet Mother of God,' intercede with thy blessed Son for strength-to help. us bear our cross with : meekness and joy. - I Asrain He falls, through our fault; Will we then never learn To cling more firmly to the ore's And satan's snares to spurn? EIGHTH STATION Jesus consoles the women . . of . Jerusalem.- ''At the sight of the sufferings of Jesus, some holy women in the crowd were so touched with sympathy that they openly bewailed and lamented' His deplorable. . condition. ; Jeus, knowing the I things that were to come to pass upon Jerusalem because of their rejection of Him, turned. to them and said, 'Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves and children.' " Our eyes are filled with, tears, we groan in an guish. and bow in deep sorrow as we see the cruel sufferings of our Divino Redeemer on His awful journey to Calvary, but. He. knowing that we, like the people of Jerusalem, will deny Him, looks pit-eouslv pit-eouslv upon us and seys. "Weep hot for me. but for yourselves and' children." and wc reply, "We have' never denied Thee, Lord." Alas, brother, we deny the Crucified One iu many ways and dally. We. are in a mixed assemblage; some "one makes a sneering remark about our holy church; do we resent re-sent it t No, we sit silent and thus deny in the most cowardly Way our Lord and Master. We are going on our way to or from business. The clock strikes. the noon hour. Do we take time to say to ourselves "the angelus?" No." we can not spare the time. Again we. deny the crucified One, by re-fusing re-fusing to call to our memory the annunciation, the acceptance aud the incarnation. We more, often oft-en deny -our Lord through the sins of omission than commission, but the awful, fact still remains we deny Him. Dear Saviour, fountain of compassion, compas-sion, teach us to see how easy it is to boldly a f-,. firm our 'faith in Thee, and do thou. . sweet 'Queen of Heaven, through thv loving intercession, lift us up each time we stumble.' - "Weep not for me," the 'Saviour cried: u Look-into thy own heart, . - Tia easy Jesus to deny ' ; And plav a Judas partv V. II. L. W. ... 1 The Messenger Boy. . ''You probably don't remember me." began the. self-mad - man proudly, "but - twenty , years ago, when I was a poor, humble hoy. you gave mc a message mes-sage to .carry" . 0 . "Yes. yes." cried, the 'busy man. "Where's the answer?" Smart Set. , |