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Show '..Our Boys-ana Hirls.. ) Edited by Aunt B"sy. This department Is conducted solely in the interns inter-ns of our girl and boy readers. Aunt Busy is glad .to hear 'any time from the nieces and nephews who read this page, and to give them all the advice and help in her power. write on one side oi" the paper only. Do not have letters too long. Original stories and verses will be gladly received and carefully edited. The manuscrips of contributions not accepted will be returned. v r rndf,reSl f 1 letters lo Aunt Bus". Intermountain I f Catholic. Salt Lake Citiv TIM'S SHOPPING EXPEDITION. I've got to buy a pound of tea And a pound of strawberry jam, Two new-laid eggs, six washing-pegs, Ard a pound of rashers of ham. I'll run as quickly as I can, 1 couldn't get the things to-day. For mother said unless I ran And say it over all the way; I've got to get a pound of tea And a pot of strawberry ham. Two washing eggs and a dozen of ptigs, And a pound of rashers of jam. 1 never make the least mistake When mother sends me to the store. So here's the thop, and I must stop. And say my orders though once more. I've got to buy a pound of tea. And a pound of washing ham. Two strawberry pegs, and a pound of e -gs, And a rasher of new-laid jam. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Dear Xiccos and Nephews: Aunt Busy has returned from her happy vacation vaca-tion in the mountains with many regrrets for the blue water of Lake Tahoe, the Mue mountains and j blue fcky. She ieally felt '-blue' herself on leaving what seemed a paradise. : Do you remember what she wrote about her J j little friend, the Indian child? . Well the little one i has promised to write to Aunt Busy next week; i so watch for an interesting letter. Tll(? little girl can read, write and spell as I "U as any of Aunt Busy's nieces and nephews. I She attends the Indian school at Carson, New, j during the year and is considered u very bright 1 lit tle girl. Aunt Busy 'coaxed quite a while bef ore ! VI ttie little one would consent to write, but finally j y she was very pleased at the idea. She kept say- j ing: "Yes, Aunt Business. I write to you, sure: , oil. sure. Aunt Business." So "Aunt Business" left I an addressed envelope with the little one's mother and she surely expects the letter next week. Aunt Busy has no letters this week at all, and she is feeling very sad indeed. No wonder she goes away up into the California mountains and tries to induce the little red Indians to write to her. Sorrowfully yours, AUNT BUSY. I . V f Barker's Express. Irs. Barkers spectacles were pushed far up on her gray hair, and her forehead was drawn into the j odd little pucker that it always wore when she J tried t0 make up her grocery list and hold Sam's ! attention at the same time. . Either would have j been an engrossing occupation, for the purse which j must be made to supply the groceries was limited; while Sam s attention was even hiss limited. "Tea lemnie see, this is Thursday well, 'bout half a pound of tea, I guess. Sugar I s'pose we'll have to get a dollar's worth anyhow. A hank of yarn now wait, Sammy, till I get a bit of that gray yarn 1 want you to match." Sam waited uneasily, shifting, his weight from one bare foot to the other. There were a dozen things he would have chosen to do this bright summer sum-mer morning than drag his clumsy, home-made ' wagon a soap box mounted on wheels a mile and ; a half down the road to the country store. "I wish I didn't have to go," he said, complain- J inglyv j "Well, you have to," replied Mrs. Barker, pa- j tiently as she had done many times before. "As J long as people keep on needin' things sornebody'll I have to keep on gettin' 'em, to the world's end. I j s'pose. And if you'd just stop frettin' over what j you want and what you don't want, Sammy, and j make a business of doin' what's to be done--" 1 j The sample of yarn was already in Sam's pos- j session. He dropped the carefully counted coins J in his pocket, and did not Avait for the conclusion j of the remark that he had heard so often. , f- "Aunt Mary's always sayin' that!" he muttered, ( impatiently, as he trudged down the lane. "I hate . travelin' off to that old store every time I think I've got a chance to do something else. Make a business busi-ness of it! I'd like to know what kind of a busi- i ness." Then a sudden thought struck Sam so forcibly ! that he almost stopped in the road to consider it. "Whiz er zee!" he half whispered, half ejaculated. ejacu-lated. "Just s'pose now that I should!" It was a bright head under the worn straw hat, and the idea that had taken possession of it speed- . ily drove out all the plans for fishing and fun with y which it had been occupied. His eyes sparkled and a smile grew and broadened on his face, partly at the thought, of tr.king Aunt Mary so literally at her word, and partly at the prospect that his boyish boy-ish faucy was painting. At the next house of the widely scattered settlement Sam turned his wagon up the path of the door. "Want to send to the store for am groceries, i Mis' Bates?" he called. A portly figure appeared in the doorway, and a hearty voice answered: "Indeed I do, and I was just wonderin' how I'd get 'em. Going for your Aunt Mary were you, and stopped to ask me, too if. That was real nice and accommodatin,' Sam Barker." "Yes'm, I hope It'll be an accommodation, but it's my business," Sam explained, promptly. "I'm goin' to make a bu.iness of it. Five cents for two or three packages, ten cents if you want consider'ble i of a load. It's quite a piece to the store, and folks don't always want to go themselves." I "Indeed they don't, 'specially if it's baking day, like 'tis with nie. 1 hadn't a soul to send, and I was just thinkin' I'd have to get ready. I'd ever so much rather pay you five or ten cents than to leave all the work I've got to do and go rushing a ' mile through the hot sun. Here, wait a minute, and I'll tell you what I Avant." So Sam carefully wrote out a list under the direction di-rection of Mrs. Bates, and departed. At the next ; house he repeated his visit and his statement, and so ou through the straggling neighborhood, with j varying results, but on the Avhole much to his sat- j ' isfaction. It Avas taking a longer time than the ! ordinary trip to the store, but Sam decided that ! under the circumstances an extra hour on the road I was a matter of small consequence. I 'Aunt Mary didn't say she Avas in any hurry, j I'm sure she doesn't need the tea and sugar till j supper time, and she only knits in the evening ! anyhow." The storekeeper viewed the different orders with ! surprise, but Avith evident approval. "Sam, Sam, j if you'd just keep on and drum up business this way J I might " . ! He checked himself abruptly. It might not be V i t0 6ay anything about a commission, but he added a bag of raisins and nuts to Sam's Lome purchase by wy ( fm-ouroyeuieut. T1 wn a wn-m, tired, but secretly exultant boy Avho appeared before be-fore Mrs. Barker about eleven o'clock. "I put the bundles on the kitchen table, Aunt Mary, and here's fifty cents for you to buy something some-thing with,'' he announced, dropping a handful of change in her lap. "Why, Sammy! I never gave you all that too much, did I? What's gone down?" "Nothin'," replied Sam, gayly; "it's business that's gone up.' And, perched on the arm of an old rocker, his dusty bare feet swinging, Sam told of his morning's venture. He had not expected it to mean so much to Aunt Mary. Something in her face told him more plainly than he had ever known how many burdens she carried, and how it cheered her to have some other hand begin to lift a little. "That's fine Sammy, fine! I'll sa-e the money to buy some stuff for your new shirts, and it'll be a big help." "O, I'll earn a lot more,'' answered small Sam, with the lofty indifference of one to whom such a sum was a mere trifle. He Avondered, though, Avhy he had not thought of helping Aunt Mary before, or realized that the support of the family Avas a man's affair. That afternoon there Avas a deal of pounding and hammering in the old barn, and the next morning morn-ing there was a much larger box fastened to the old wheels, a box Avhich bore in very red and un- eaven letters the words, "Barker's Express." That Avas the beginning of Sam's business life; the clumsy Avagon and its enterprising young owner became an institution in that country community. It was years ago, and he is a busy, prosperous, respected re-spected man now, but if any one Avould ask him the road to success, he would be likely to answer, with a tAvinkle of his eyes: "Oh, it's right along the line of the work you have to do. Never mind whether you like it or not, so long as it has to be done. Study its possibilities and make a business of it." Religion for That Kegion. The Rev. V. D. Carroll, a prominent southern clergyman, tells the following story, says the Mobile Mo-bile Itegister. "We were driving out one Sunday from Decatur, when we came upon a negro with a club in his hand and a freshly killed 'possum on his shoulder. We stopped to examine his prize, and the colonel said: "'My friend, do you know it is Sunday?' ' 'Sartin, boss.' " 'Are you a religious nian V " 'I are. l'se jist on my Avay home from church.' " 'And what sort of religion have you got that permits you to go hunting on Sunday V "'Religion? Religion ?' queried the man, as he held the 'possum up with one hand and scratched his head with the other, 'Does you 'spect any black man in Alabama is gwine to tie hisself up "to any religion dat 1'oavs a 'possum to Avalk right across ' de road ahead of him. an' git away free? No, sah! A religion which won't bend a little when a fat 'possum heads you off couldn't be 'stablished round yere by all the preachers in the universe.' " A Recompense. Young Edward, aged six, was quite tired of staying in the house. His mother was ill and had tried to keep him in the room with her because her room was warmer than his playroom, but his toys were all in the playroom, and he became restless to go to them. "Good-bye, mamma," he said, "I will come back in a thousand years." "I will be dead and buried by that time, son." The little fellow stopped a moment, with his hand upon the door, and, thinking of the creed, he replied: "NeAer mind, m&mma, you will rose again." M. E. C. in Lippincott's. A Question of Pay. "Would you mind going round by Court street to-night?'' said Margery, as she and Yida Moore came out of school together. "Not a bit. I'd just as lief go that way. Have you an errand?'' " Margery nodded. "I promised Mrs. Plummer that I'd go to the hardware store and ask them to send a nian to see about her stove. She's so lame, you know, that it's hard for her to get around to places." ' "I never saw such a girl as you, Margery Inglis!" Vida exclaimed, with a little laugh. "You're always al-ways doing errands for somebody. If you were paid for what you do, you'd have a pretty good salary, I guess." A contented laugh rippled from Margery's lips. "They do pay me," she said; and then as Vida stared in surprise, she Avent on merrily. "Not in money, of course, or anything like that. But all the people I know are so lovely to me ; they always seem so glad to see me when I got to their homes, they really and truly loAed me. And that's - the and they do the nicest things for me, and act as if kind of pay I like best of all." "Of course they love you!" Vida said, earnestly, earn-estly, Avith an affectionate look at her friend. "Nobody could help it. And if that is the kind of pay you like best, you'll always get it, and plenty of it, too.'' Vida spoke truly, for the heart that expresses its love in kindly helpfulness to others is always repaid Avith love. : |