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Show jur Boys and 0lrl$... t EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. ) L Th)s department Js conducted solely In the Inter- i r of ovr girl and boy readers. f iunt Busy Is glad to heap any tlmo from th ' ,.ces i-.nd nephews who read this page, and to glvs v : all dv,pe anfi he,n In her power. ' Wr'te on on plde of the PaPer only. - ' i Do t have I,;tters t0 ,onE- i i Or'pi 'n' stories and verses will be gladly receive ind cnrefully edited. 1 The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will 1 returned- f I i.dflres fill Jotters to Aunt Busy. Intermountaln . I I (-ethoiic. Salt Lake CUr. t J NEAL'S MOVING DAY. I I "f T (''uld only live in a tent or the barn," f rrunii'' Nl. "it would suit me lots better than lPrp house.'' Nral had been sent from the .gblr-1 't vah his hands and came haek pouting. "I I u;t -v-i h 1 was an Indian.'' ' -Jt would he very nice in some way to bo an In- I ; jj- ,,r a tramp," remarked papa, pleasantly. "I I always n, joyed camping out when 1 was a hoy." ', - "j wish T could do that now." (-aid Xeal, letting j litTif "f ihe frown fade away. "The new corn- f-;ii vo-jld he a dandy place." f.; "Why don't you try it asked papa, as if living ' jn a e rncrih were an everyday affair with small ! j,oy?. '" won't put any corn in it till cold I I wMtW conies." i I "Jlanmia wouldn't let me,'" said Xeal. "Please, j jira lot me do it, mamma. It would be such I I ft"'-" . , ! t '-WVll. you might try it, said his mother, easily. j "Whon do yoti want to begin?" i "This very day." cried Xeal. hurrying down his I - ;' :'-vl. 'I'll have this for my moving day." i 1 n ,iermo(l to notice that, he hurried throueh t i ih h dinner nor that he left without saying. Exrusf nie." He lmrried to the playroom and be- ' f can foleciing things to iove to his new home. It I rook lily a little while to gef all the things out ? I ilia X'"id wanted. By one o'clock all were in the ' I o,ir:irrib. ; 1 -J I truoss I'm hungry." said Xeal to himself f:Vr bp h;id tried the blanket in which he was to I frp. and had arranged his playthings to his lik- I jn?. "I'll po and see if Mary has some cookies." I -o you are a tramp, are you f" asked Mary. I l.vkir.ir lum over as he rapped at the back door. "I If iir-rrr iced tramps unless they earn what they get. i-iirry in -all those kindlings and I'll see about twilling to cat." Xeal had seen ihe real tramps splitting wood for Ypry many a lime before she gave them bread and ? rat and coffee, but he did not know how they I doinar the work before eating. Long before j I :" wood-box was filled he thought he must take f ry- of ih1 nice fresh cookies; but. hen the last t j-iek wa neatly piled in the box. Mary was ready I rh a tin f milk and onie bread and butter. '. I "iT on the step." she said. ; I Tlen-o. Mary. I'd like to have a cooky." said . I Xhl. Timidly. "I'll wash my hands before' I take ; I . it. it' you'll only l-t me." i'P.oarai's mustn't be choisers.v said Mary, grim-K grim-K "If T fed cookies to every tramp that comes thi -ay I wouldn't have any for my folk." Xcfll wa-s very glad for the bread and milk, but hr pn;;d nor f orget t be smell of the warm cakes, f I Mary always saved the bier corner cakes for him ! hTi lie washed his hand- particularly clean, but j t -day senibhed and soaped to no purpose. After I thf IittIp lunch he wandered forlornly to the new j I fnrnrrib and wrapped himself in his blanket to tt. It was twilipht when he awoke, and he went to thf h 'ii" to find the family eating supper, just if they had forgotten all about him. He could 'and it no longer, but rushed in and sobbed out !. Tn-lh'.-S. " want to- move back." he wept. 'T 1 don't l:kp thf new crncrih a bit." "All rip-ht!" said papa and mama together, 'romp richt up to tb- table, now." Tint Xeal I rKM not come until he had washed his hand- and irrtidird hi hair, and from that very day there was T.ri mnrp jioutinp- about being clean. Two movings , - r"f day have been all Xeal has ever wanted. Hufla Richmond, in S. S. Times. j THE FAITH OF A CHILD. nvor Kat Root Village hung the usual Sunday i f'!5'!lK'rc subdued hilarity, conservative enthus-I enthus-I "r.. rolm-t relaxation. Perhaps there was a trifle I rv of wer-k-day animation in the groups of work-1 work-1 ff'Rry 1 unhoriflf-ks and the frontier sporting men. I ft ia-kitig. blocking knot of men at the street r'r,rw-rwas more immovable than usual, for the rea- i:Th;,t the conversation vs. particularly partisan. h wa nil about O'Milligan. champion heavy-'e!it heavy-'e!it of Ciivs county. That very morning he was ir-T S--haIl at The Pasture. O'Milligan, long 'A of iho lumberjack sporting fraternity. !yfui'! fi,,,.HVor to make good his boast of prowess ;:fi' ir- ; nr,T diminished. i TliiTf were those who secretly hoped to see him "'tiro,,.,j i,v ijji younger rival. They were Schall's rr!sMi- .,r they were envious friends of O'Milli-CR!1; O'Milli-CR!1; '''.dliha' his many victories. Others stoutly iva:!:.-.! ihe supremacy f the old (diampion. in';.v h.: were i-ecalling his triumphs. Sanguine s' reignr-d over all. 1 tii'' !:-;; t Jk expectant, lounging groups wo-n!f'" wo-n!f'" !"'d -irl- began to force a passage on the way ff '!:;;:. ;, The first bell had rung. The da was fr'':i 'r riuir gowns and hats. The sun beamed ""mi a .i tmilel as fair as if all .hearts ''Mvicf.rj u hi chest message. But to the loun-fr-. s-:.d , many of the wearers of gowns and " ! -11 was a symbol of one more -portinr fy K.V juid the sun only m promise of a fair L'limo. ur'.v this usual, 'symbolic meaning was "'' ' '.vitli O'Milligan. and he wondered ab-i ab-i day meant much to him. for he was I J 11 o !in viohJiner. " Moreover, he was mindful ! '''.'nh ftidids and ndmirers. and, much I ; ':d:o. TTo had never felt surer of his "ri-";; .-id kill. He had no doubts, and yet he . '''v " tii x f;ii)it unrest. .. 1 i-;ni was not given to introspection. He y - i- the mvstery of this unrest until Mary "crii'- "v,- ,,f irr lit 1 1f room. ; v b'!'y v.-.re a white dress, a muslin veil and a t v :-o;i;!,. He had caught fleeting glimpses of r ,;'ii-!.- her morninir preparation. Mary's head J Jiiah a- O'Milliftmrs elbow. To her the ." ;': l tiie -ky and the sunshine of a Sunday ',rn''.'Lr "leant what they should mean. To her I j,, hi'r niin''- Gary's fet resembled his youthful v ,'f t!i" I'h'ssed Virgin. A a matter of neces-. neces-. r ''yo wf'ro ':dly upraised, giving to her ttir.? ;UI r'xPrfl-:irii of adoration. Even now "'ast to his. and held them. ,. -W. now. now! What's l thisj" cried O'Mil-i O'Mil-i thfi TV'''1 ,,r"u'1 tenderness. He had known of P.jj"('t?- the veil and wreath were a surprise. ! (w pH- ,!n" f 'r" know I'm to make my first uni,,,, today C fulness'8 PyCS Were duded with reproachful wist-jnDon't wist-jnDon't you know? -I tod you thing rt rmio-mv atri- ' rom etching her up m his him affet,0nate Mary's serious gaze held TwrM1 co-mo t0 mass wi,h r cml Heart m1 ffl,th She had the Sa- 15lessel .Mother with the intn;. r ..u:i.iv. ropc VtUVCS-the Crowd Pressed closer to the X 1 ! ?:iiP"R- matching for O'Milligan. n. d tti e"1 O'M ""I Whi?PCrinff 'Vrd" new ! Iti -Ml Kan' l0ani,1S: " the back of IZ ur) i l hm" httlc ite-robed figures glid-ng glid-ng two and two, up to the altar. Mary went in ing angel! returning with face like an ador- rietSnV "" haVC slicd out- but something ch ldbod l imi- U th ld' fam51ifir ""sic of hi? childhood, r rom that gallery sweet, childish oices were singing: 0 Lord, I am not worthy That Thou shouldst come to me- I hey not worthy It ,10w socmed to O'Milligan, drifting into the past, that when he, long ago. had sung this hymn he had then been worthv. But now Yet speak the word and onlv My spirit shall be free. The steeple bell rang twelve. The 'Pastures date was past. O'Milligan heard and realized, With a lightening as of shackles falling off. His professional profes-sional reputation was ruined. "I'm free, I'm free! Glorv he to God!" murmured mur-mured O'Milligan. kneeling. Catherine McPartlin in the !New World. UNDAINTY GIRLS. Once upon a time there were gathered together a dozen women high in the councils of education. W hen the business which occupied them had been disposed of. a quiet woman asked their attention to a matter of her personal experience. . In the course of her service on a certain committee com-mittee it became her duty to visit the rooms of a "irk dormitory in a college. Some alterations, were to he made in the building. As she went into room after room, she was startled by the amazing spectacle which met her at every threshold. To say that the rooms were in disorder would convey but. faint idea of the facts. Skirts, shoes, hats, gloves, books, papers, cake, fruit, collars, ties, blouses, pens, pencils, corsets, stockings, pictures, sweaters, handkerchiefs clean and soiled candy, pillows, letters and curls were a few of the articles strewn on the floor. Corsets were even more cluttered than the rooms. Confusion Confu-sion there was worse confounded with actual dirt. Herrick's "sweet disorder in the dress" was here become a disorder which did not commend itself to any of the senses. What more dire revelations might have made by the bureau drawers the visitor was glad not to learn. She told her story to the listening women, and when she ended, it was greeted with a melancholy chorus of sympathy. Every woman could verify some detail of what she had heard by what she had herself seen. Modern life and modem . education, they declared, de-clared, were thrusting out the dainty habit of mind and of hand from the character of young women. After an hour of discussion, the woman who had broached the subject turned to the wisest, most experienced ex-perienced educator among them and said, "Miss Blank, what can be done about this?" There was a moment's silence and thn she answered. an-swered. "Xothing." and the meeting broke up and the women went dejectedly away. Would the mothers of the girls make the same reply? Youth's Companion. HOW JOHNNY WAS CURED. Johnny, was a great brag. A brag is a boaster. If he heard a playmate tell of something he had done, no matter what it was Johnny would give a snort, and exclaim: "Pooh! That's nothing! Who couldn't do that ?" One evening the family sat around the fire in the sitting-room. Papa was reading, grandma and mama were sewing, Alice and Joe were studying their lessons, when Johnny came strutting in. He took a chair by the table and began reading '"Kobin-son '"Kobin-son Crusoe." Presently Joe. who was younger than Johnny, went up t-o his brother, saying, "Look at my drawing. draw-ing. I did it today in school. Isn't it. good ?" "Pooh! Call that good! You ought to see the one I drew! It beats yours all hollow!" Joe Avas rather crestfallen, and little Alice, who had a -sympathetic heart, pitied her brother. Going to Joe, she asked him to let her see his drawing. "I wih I could' do as well as you do. Joe," she .said, hoping to revive her brother's drooping spirits. "Pooh!" sneered Johnny. "You needn't try to draw; girls can't make even a straight line." ' It was not, long before Mr. Boaster left the room for a few moments. When he came back everything seemed to begoing on as when he left. ' "At last I have finished my hem." remarked grandma, folding the napkin she had been hemming so industriously. , "Pooh!" said mama, contemptuously. "That is nothing. I have done two while you were doing one!" The children looked up quickly; for who would have hplievod she would lavc spoken so ? "Papa, look at my examples, please. I have d .ie every one of them, and haven't made a single mistake." said Alice, crossing the room to where her father was .sitting before the open grate fire. "Pooh! - That's nothing." replied her father, not even taking her paper to look at it. "You ought to sec the way I used to do examples when I was your age!" Poor little Alice was greatly astonished to hear s-uch a discouraging and boastful remark from her generally kind father, and she was about to turn away when he drew her near to him and whispered something in her ear which brought smiles to her fr.ee. "My flowers look so well! I believe the geraniums gera-niums are going to bloom aarnin," remarked mama. "Pooh! They are no half so thrifty as those I used to raise. Why. I had flowers all winter lone,' and you have'had only a few blossoms in the whole winter." said grandma, contemptuously. ' "What was the matter with everybody?" thought Johnny. He had never known them to" be in such a humor as they were that evening. V H When papa remarked presently that he had stepnod into the grocer's and been weighed that afternoon, and that he "tipped the beam" at 16S pounds, and that was "doing pretty well" for him, mama said crossly: "Pooh! You call that doing pretty well? Old Mr. Benson weighs 225 pounds, pad no one ever heard him bragging of it." Everybody laughed. Papa shouted. It was such a surprise, and grandma got up and left the room to keep from choking with laughter. Johnny saw them all look at him and after a minute or two began to "smell a mouse," as the saying goes. "Papa." said he, "what are you all laughing about ? Is it at me ?" "Well, we are not exactly laughing at you. We thought we would try your way of boasting of our accomplishments, and see how you thought it sounded; but mamma spoiled our game before we had finished it." Johnny looked rather" sheepish the rest of the evening. He wondered if he was as disagreeable as the odder folks that, evening when he boasted of what he could do or had done. He was forced to admit that boasting sounded very unpleasant, and he resolved to break himself of the habit. Our Morning Globe. THE BOY NEXT DOOR. The boy next door was walking in the back yard. Xorton spied him. and ran across the room. "I'm going to get acquainted with him," he told his mother, as he rushed by her. The boy next door had moved in two days before, be-fore, but this was the first time Xorton had had a chance to be neighborly. In three minutes Xorton was back in the house, his face dark and scowling. ( "Xiee boy he is!" was the indignant exclamation. exclama-tion. "I climbed up on the fence and said 'Hullo!' and he threw up his hand and wriggled it, and then I said. 'Come on over and play!' and he never answered a single word! Guess 1 shall run after boys that won't speak to me!" "Perhaps he is bashful," Mrs. Wilcox said. "I'd try again if I were you." "Well," Xorton replied, "perhaps he is. I didn't ' think of that." In the afternoon Xorton came by the house as the boy next door was. going in. Xorton said "Hullo!" in a most friendly way. but at first the other did not notice him at all. Then he turned his head and waved a greeting. "I thought he was going to be decent, this time," Xorton afterward told his mother; "but he just stood there like a dunce wriggling his hand, and iifver answered a word when I asked him if he was going to my school. I never saw such an impolite im-polite boy. I'm not going to speak to him another time. I don't want to stand there and talk to him just to be grinned at." "It is certainly verv strange." Mrs. Wilcox said. "I don't understand it." After that Xorton always walked straight past the hoy next door with his head held high. Thus it went on for nearly a week. Then a neighbor came in to visit with Mrs. Wilcox. Xorton Xor-ton was in the room. "I called on Mrs. Mansfield yesterday." said the neighbor. "She is a very pleasant woman. T think we shall all like her. And the boy Jasper is a sweet little fellow. You must get acquainted with him. Xorton. It is a pity he is deaf and dumb, isn't it? Oh, didn't you know it? Yes, he cannot hear a sound. His mother thinks he may be taught to talk, but he is not stromr enough to go away to school yet. He could hear as well as anybody when he was little; but, just as he was beginning to talk, he had this dreadful sickness, and it left him totally deaf. So that ended his talking. He is very lonely, having had to leave his mates. They lived away up at the north end of the city. His mother says she has hopes he can get acquainted with the children chil-dren around here, but. of course, they can't talk with him and it makes it bad. He talks fast enoujrh wth his fingers. Dear me, how he makes them fly!" Mrs. Wilcox turned to where Xorton had been sitting, but he was not there. After the visitor had gone, his mother found him crying. "To think T should have been so mean to him?" Xorton sobbed. "I'm going straight over to see him!" he cried. From that hour the two were fast friends, and in time Xorton learned to "wriggle" his fingers almost al-most as fast as Jasper himself. Emma C. 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