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Show HEART OF JESUS PLEADING. Asking Thy blessing for her harvest sheaves, June to Thy altar brings her fervid gift; In wooded aisles, the wild rose symbols lift Among the praying leaves. Daily tTre world commutes, with offering offer-ing Of its creative love and strength to Thee. So may our hearts unto Try tender plea. Answer like mated bird at dawn awing. Like pledge of fruit upon the fragrant air, May hope and love outpour in wine of prayer, A prophecy of the deeds of after years. Take Thou our June; and till our toil is done Keep Thou the harvest, in Life's scorch of sun And rain of human tears. Catherine McPartland. A Moral Lesson. Mike Powers, the Athletics' catcher said at a recent baseball banquet in Philadelphia: "All the talk there has been in New York about crooked foot races and crooked umpires and crooked fights all this vague, formless talk about crookedness crook-edness makes me think of a South Carolina Car-olina meeting I once attended. "At the end of this meeting it was decided to take up a collection for charity. The chairman passed the hat himself. He dropped a dime in it for a nest egg. "Well, gentlemen, every right hand there entered that hat every right hand and yet, at the end, when the chairman chair-man turned the hat over and shook it, not so much as his own contribution dropped out. " 'Fo' de lan's sake!' he cried. 'Ah's eben los' de dime Ah stahted wiv!' "All the rows of faces looked puzzled. Who was the lucky man? That was the question which tormented all. Finally Fi-nally the venerable Calhoun White summed up the situation. " 'Breddern,' he said, solemnly, rising from his seat, 'dar 'pears ter be a great moral lesson roun' heah somewhar.' " The Empty Chair. (Clarence Richard Lindner in Leslie's Weekly.) Just a little black chair with a leather seat, Worn and chipped and scratched, With a little board rest for two tiny feet And a shiny old belt attached. Drawn close to the table at eventide, Where a miniature fork and spoon Lie a battered and dented tray beside, As they lay on that fateful noon. When a Sun Fairy sped from her glowing glow-ing home Down the path of a radiant beam, Lured him away for all ages to .-oam, Through the meadows of endless dreams. When the blue china clock on the mantel man-tel peals The notes that were ever his joy. His mother's warm hand 'neath the table ta-ble feels For mine, and she whispers, "The Boy!" For a wonderful moment he's with us again, With his wonderful twisted grin. And his silvery laugh chills our hearts in pain, As if ours were the sun fairy's sin. The vision fades fast and the dying sun Where two round pudgy hands, until prayer was done, Tightly clasped on the table lay. Just a'little black chair with an empty seat, Worn, and chipped, and scratched. Where two fat dimpled hands impatient pulled At a shiny old belt attached. A Liberal Morality. Joseph Widener, the young Philadelphia Philadel-phia millionaire, was entertaining a party of Anglo-Americans at luncheon at the Ritz, in London. The day was mild and sunny, and the French windows of the beautiful restaurant res-taurant stood open on the green park and Piccadilly. A limousine glided swiftly past Devonshire house, a well known American millionaire sat in the sumptuous car, and Mr. Widener, nodding nod-ding toward the man, said to his neighbor: neigh-bor: "That is Bonns. He made nineteen millions last year." "Is he honest?" the neighbor, an Englishman, Eng-lishman, inquired. Widener laughed. "Well, Lord John," he replied, "Bonns' moral code resembles that Imputed Im-puted to the Brazilians. It er is liberal. lib-eral. .It countenances many shady thinss. "In Brazil, you know, in introducing a friend to your banker, in recommending recommend-ing him to a business associate and so forth, you show the highest confidence in him a confidence that can go no further when you say: " 'This is my friend. For all he steals I will be responsible.' " |