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Show ...Our Boys ana irl$... EDIiEO BY AUNT BUSY. This department Is conducted solely in tha Inter kSts ct our girl and boy readers. Aunt Busy Is glad to hear any tlmo from th pieces nnd nephews who read this pa 6. and to jlvt ittm all the advice and help In her power. Write on one elde of the paper only. Do not have letters too lone Original stories and verses win be cladly recelteJ and cnrefully edited. The manuscripts of contributions not accepted win te returned. Address all letters to Aunt Busy. IntermounUia Catholic. Salt Lake City. The Fat Little Grl. jpi-c"s i the check and the chin and the curl, y.A ihc iinpe-t-u1e hand of the fat little girl! j:;. n one leases her, this one and that ':; i to Juitgh just because she is fat; Ho! for the cheer of her; Ho! for the dear of her; i. ;! to the temper of sweetness and prace .V ; i he rose of the sunshine that blooms in her J .lr ! of her brothers, her father, and mother ;. ri;:n:e her Dumpling and vie with each other 'nu t nnd tea.se her but here's to tke curl thy check and the ehiu of.the fat little givU for the charm of her; j; d-pillov ann of her; ''..'! i he laughter that rinp-s like a bell. I l dinar the world with the sweet of her spell! II 's to the fat little jrirl of the homo. Kil l as an lf and pontic as a pnoine: 1. none Aveiphinp her, teasing and crying: wouldn't be safe. dear, to undertake flying!" To ! for the smile of her ; Half a broad mile of her; .Mi of its sweetness and laughter and light, V.'iih a heart like the sun, making other hearts bright ! i;i't she jolly!'' they say on the street; ryoiie love her she chances to meet; lb-re's to her spirit that smiles out of care .- ii:o weight of the worjLi.she is destined to hear: IIo! for the joy of her; Oh! the tomboy of her; lb-re's to her gladness, her wit and her glee; lb" re's to the first little fat girl you see! Tatty" and "DurnpliiW and 'Tudding," go hurl Y'ia: name you may like at the fat little girl; n your home or my home, at school or on the street, She -wins with her grace, and we bow at her feet; Ho! for the love of her; Clod makes a dove of her, Fluttering on pinions of the light where she goes To b-ar us the dream of the spring and the rose! DOROTHY'S VACATION. "I feel as if I had lost my opportunity in life,'' wrote Dorothy Dane to her college chum, Marcia Potter, daring the first week of vacation. Every-. Every-. .iiv u..es not fully appreciate the sense of let tin g-d'.wn g-d'.wn which comes to a student, when, a year of ' -1 Ir-i't unvb- n ri A Iiotv-1 taii! irirt rway 'elm i-i Tri . 1 -ink into position of one of a quiet-going family. fam-ily. Dorothy loved books, loved hard and eager study, and was noted fo rthe intensity of. her application. ap-plication. In her classes she stood very high, and .a the commencement exercises she carried off r.umorous prizes, and received honorable mention where somebody else was first. The professors were very proud of Miss Dane. She would go out a credit to the college, and they were the more interested that she expected to become a teacher, iiiul to carry their methods and ways of getting :.: things into toher schools and places. Commencement had been over with its joys and excitements for several weeks. Dorothy had become be-come u.-ed to waking when she pleased in the morn-i:iLr. morn-i:iLr. to regulating her day, not by bells, but to suit lu iself. he had valiantly laid out a course of read-i:.tr read-i:.tr when she first came home, but so many interruptions inter-ruptions broke in upon her plans, that she had t.ot been able to adhere to her prescribed systems, t'T.d as she finished and sealed her little note to M;:reia. she sighed wearily. Dorothy was experiencing experi-encing the subtle but sharp pain which befalls those v. ho disappoint themselves. She was not fulfilling h own ideal, and she was consciouus of an acute li'.K'j: because of it. "J olly !'? Her father was calling her from the " t .f the stairs . He used the pet name of her el:i!.!hood. "Yes, father." ' Your mother needs you, my girl. Eliza has t;;kr-n herself off in a tiff, and Aunt Jane's folks are ''T.itip to dinner, and the mother has a siek-hcad-You'll have to step into the kitchen and fly ; r :. :." To some girls this necessity would have pre-!:re, pre-!:re, ,0 alarms, but Dorothy's Latin and rhetoric . '1 j.lq-obra had neither given her training in ' ' u-evii'erv. nor developed in her the least inelina- '"U what she called domestic drudgery. If the Tr.:! !i must be told, it was to her thoughtlessness 'i t l-'.lia's departure in the middle of a summer ;.: i' without adequate warning or sufficient 1 - vo. !. wa due. I '-.thy 's return to her home had made the "wash" much larger than usual, and the ir a of pretty puffed waists, ruffled and tucked - ; ': elaborate ''lingerie" of every description i i a marked inroad on the time and strength. :.!-o on the temper of Eliza, the single maid. '. i-v courtesy, the help. It was a community : i) help was not readily obtained. miIo Dorothy, in a cool, white muslin dress-- dress-- . r; betid,. a vine-shaded window, in an easy ' . was writinc to her school friend. Eliza was contemplating the third tucked skirt she i that day, She remonstrated volubly. Mi-s Dane warns to wear white petticoats, to iron them; that's all I've got to say," ; -et her flat iron down with a thump. I'ane. a fragile woman with a wean' face, iiifg jieas in a large tin pan. It was not to give a hasty answer, but she had com--c.'iiing, and the dread of her life, a sick-' sick-' . ! . . was ' announcing its -advent in creeping ; 'lo-.vn hor spine, dull throbbing aches back of ' -. a screwing, boring sensation in her tem- 1 . I ji wave of nausea at the pit of her stom-;" stom-;" ');' all intolerable miseries, sick-headache is ix, the most relentless, a nightmare from i- : : ck. Mrs. Dane always felt cross when a ' ,-ame. For the life of her, she could not - irritation, when people fretted at her in : r'-unistances. ' 'Kli.a." she said, "whore's the difference? If V ; !' doing that, you haven't 'anything else to i i:i mi re you have had it easy for a long time, ; :; ! ! oajj't understand you; you've done nothing ' 1 ' fault ever since my daughter came from -,!.' s;i;d the outspoken Eliza, ''why doesn't f!" -ke hold aui helpi" J t --v , . , ' " ' "She's tired, and needs rest, Eliza,' said the mother. "So do I," siad Eliza, "and what's more, I mean to have it. I'm going straight out to my sister's, nnd I'll not come back till Im sent for, and then I'm not going to iron three white skirts with seven tucks apiece in 'em in any one week." .This was certainly a very sensible resolution for i.nyone to make. Before there was time to realize the state of affairs, af-fairs, Eliza majestically walked off, and Mrs. Dane, by this time in a fainting condition from pain and worry, dragged herself to her 'bedroom, and laid her throbbing head on her pillow. On her way to that refuge she called her husband, busy in his laboratory over a difficult solution, and he in turn called Dorothy. If you fancy that our colllege girl was to be daunted by the difficulties before her, you do not know either the twentieth century young woman, or the real good gained by diligent study, and discipline dis-cipline of trained faculties. A girl may not learn, how to make o pie by understanding an equation, or acquiring the ability to conjugate the verb "to be'? in four languages, but without doubt the facile mind, educated in one direction, turns easily to another an-other field of action. Dorothy had found her opportunity. op-portunity. Before going downstairs, the words of r ..i. i.- i i, i . niu ic.vi uj nit; sfrinoii sue nau iicaru iiiu jia'Muua Sunday Hashed into her memory; it was, "Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." The kitchen was stifling, with the great range filled to the lids with glowing coal, Eliza's ironing-day ironing-day fire. Potatoes, scraped and ready for boiling, boil-ing, were standing in water 'waiting to be put on the lire; the peas were shelled. The house was full of freshly laundered clothing, and the big basket stooe! there with its many damp rolls untouched. Her own skirt half finished hung on the board. Dorothy's courage and pluck were quite reassuring. reas-suring. Slie said to herself, "That is my first real chance for right-down lend-a-hand performance, and I'm not going to be a coward." Mother was far 'too ill to give advice, so Dorothy Doro-thy looked on the top shelf of the closet and found a little cooking book just such a book as in an invaim-bl; gift to the women of her period. A little lit-tle searching, and she found her inexperienced hand taken in that of a guide both motherly nad efficient. All that she needed to know was between the covers of that book. When at 1 o'clock an old-fashioned carry-all brought Uncle Iiufus, Aunt Jane, Tommy, Theo and Alice, Dorothy's nice dinner, consisting of broiled steak, new potatoes, green peas, sliced tomatoes, to-matoes, bread and butter, strawberries, and delicious de-licious coffee was ready and waiting. The vacation gave Dorothy a splendid opportunity oppor-tunity to acquire a practical . acquaintance with lin.L-.-n,;nn oiwl alc- InoTn linn- to tnnrp ntliprs. learning which is seldom obtained by those who never work with the covers of that book, and she would find it out in time. And Eliza? Some people would say that she would be properly served by being taken at her word, and allowed to stay away. But they would not be people who live where it is nearly impossible impossi-ble to secure domestic help at any price. Dorothy waited two days; then she borrowed a horse and phaeton from a neighbor and drove three mes to Eliza's sister's, and found Eliza quite ready to come home again. There were no promises or pledges on either side, but things worked smoothly the rest of the summer, for Dorothy estimated better bet-ter the amount to he done, and took her turn in lending a hand. Her bearing part of the burden made the' vacation a pleasant one to her tired mother, whose headaches came less frequently, now that a strong young shoulder was willingly put to the wheel. Catholic Telegraph. He Did. "Excuse me, but does Walter Halter live hereabout here-about " Thus the English tenderfoot, polite and timid, addressed himself to the grizzled native in the slouch hat and whiskered trousers. "Xo," replied the native. "Well, do you happen to know where I shall be able to find him?'' politely pursued the Englishman. "Xo!" "Dear me!" The tenderfoot stood puzzled. "I must have lost my way. Perhaps you can tell me where Mr. William Bluff, popularly known as (Irizzlv Bill, hangs out?" "I can." "Where?" "Bight here! I'm Bill!" "But," expostulated the tenderfoot, "they distinctly dis-tinctly old me at the settlement that Haler lived within a gunshot of you." "Well," responded Grizzly Bill, "he Mid." Little Virtues. Few of us find opportunity to do great things or to attain great perfection. We are so cumbered cum-bered with cares, we are so sure the world will go to smash if we let go for a minute, that we forget to strive after little things. . x.. 1 . A 4 A priest now gone u ins icwuiu ujiue iuic ui the little virtues: Humility, patience, meekness, benignity, bearing one another's burdens, softness of heart, cheerfulness, cordaility, forgiving injuries, in-juries, simplicity, candor, all of the little virtues, like violets, love the shade, and though, like them, they make little show, shed a sweet odor all around. A Vicious Fish. In South America there is a small fish that not only attacks its fellows of the sea and river, hut is greatly dreaded by the natives, who during certain seasons have to ford the streams in which the carbitos are found. Bathers are often attacked by them. They are perfect scavengers, eating the animals ani-mals that float down the river dead or alive. Mother Carey's Chickens. "Mother Carey's chickens" is a nautical name for stormy petrels, those tiny, webfooted birds which sailors regard with such awe. When a storm is imminent they collect under the stern of a ship, and superstitious seamen believe they follow fol-low vessels with the intention of picking up the souls of wrecked sailors and carrying them to heaven. |