OCR Text |
Show ! Jur Boys and girls,. EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. This department Js conducted soiely la tha Inter t?l or our Ctrl and bov reader. Aunt Rusy 1, Rlad to hear any llmo from 1M ri!c nd nephew who read this pa, nnd to glva them the dvice and help In tier power. i writ on one side of the paper only. I . Uo not have letters too lone. Oriplnal stories and verses will be eladly recalled 1 . f nd catefulty edited. receifM te TetUriledUSCHl,t" C contrlbut,on " accepted wU AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Hoar Xieocs and Xc-phcws: Aunt Busy ha not hoard very much about the May altars. Perliap the pirls an.l boys are waiting- Tintil the end of the month to write. She publishes two letter, thU vock and hopes to soon be able to print nianv more. Lovingly. AT XT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Ojrden. May 15. Dear Aunt Busy: I have kept a little May altar all this month. 1 have a vase filled with lilac and a holy water font besides the statue of tmr Blessed j Mother. I have said many prayers for you. Aunt, i Buy. Your loving- niece. XKLLIE MA HER. Aunt Busy is so pleased to hear about your altar, dear. She is prateful for the prayers, too. as she certainly needs them. Politeness. iXcrcr try to look in the open door of a private j room. It is unpardonable to try to peep through the crack of a door to see who is passing-, or to listen to what may be going on in another room. ! Leave your wraps and overshoes in the hall. Take your hats to the visiting room, unless you arc old friends. f f Lo not knock, or ring the bell too loudly, or I J more than twice. ' ' ' Never try to open an outside door, until you ar ' told to "come in." f Bemain standing, until you are invited to lip f . seated. 'l erect with both feet, resting on ihc floor. Do not lean your head against the back of a chair, or against the wall. i Never tilt your chair. ' j ' . Do not drum with your fingers upon furniture. It. is impolite to scrutinize everything in the room, especially bric-a-brac. Do not fail to rise when a hostess enters a room, and stand until she is seated.- Never be a thief, by stealing your friend's time, with useless visits. The Girl Who Works. iod bless the girl who works! She is nut too proud to earn her own living nor ashamed to be caught at. her daily task. She milcs at you from behind the desk, counter, or printer's ca-e. There is a sweet memory of her in everything- she touches. She is like the mountaineer, already far up the precipice climbing', struggling, rejoicing. The fright is an inspiration. It is an honor to know this girl and be worthy of her esteem. Lift your hat to her, young man, as she pases by. She is queen in the realm of womanhood. She's a princess among the toilers. Her hands may be stained by difeliwashing. sweeping, printer's ink or factory grease, but they are honest hands. They slav misfortune mis-fortune from the home; they support the invalid loved one. maybe: they are moving- a family from i the poor house. God bless and protect the girl who j works. -Seleeted. ! Bettys Party. Once upon a tune, not long: after Easter, a little lit-tle girl named Betty had a party. She wa a very j little girl, with fchort dresses and hair only down to her shoulders, so perhaps she did not know any betier than to do as she did. But let me. tell you all about it. j It really was a most delightful party! Betty j , danced every dance and led every game, and went t f down to supper three times running, and was per- j V feetly happy till her mother said: ! "Now, dear, it's long past bedtime. You may i I. have one more dance or one more game, and then : f L your parly must really come to an end." ! 1 f At 1 hat Betty stamped her foot and was very j naughty. ' "My party shan't come to an end!" she cried. "h shall go on just as long as ever I please!"' And i then she cried and cried, until she could ul cry any more. 1 I And a fairy, who was hiding in thtyflowers she j arried. whispered to her what to say and she an- j iK'Unced: "The night of my party shall last forever. 1 will send a message to Father Time, who cuts the hours off the years, and tell li jm to stop work. This hour shall not be cut off till T ay it may. Send an eag-le to Father Time, and tell him that if he moves his scythe once more I will order an army of birds to take him prisoner and cast him into my j very dampest, darkest, deepest dungeon." ! So the eagle went up and up through tlic clouds, ijll he came to the moon, where Father Time has ! lived since the world and the moon began. Father ' Time is old and bent; he is too busy to brush or comb his white beard, which has crown right down ! to his knees; all day long he stands at the edge of the moon and cuts the hours in two with his big ! fcythe as they pass him. He was about to cut the hour of Betty's party, when up came the eagle, all hurried and breathless. "Father Time! Father Time!" shouted the agle. ''Leave this hour alone! Don't cut it in two. jL Betty wishes this hour to last, and she forbids you . :J to touch it with your scythe till she gives you fur- f k iher orders." f Vfo Father Time was so surprised that he let the i I An vthe slip throueh his fingers. It fell with a splash Ixby into the sea. millions and millions of miles below. where tome mermaids chanced to find it, and for a I lone time thereafter used it for cutting' their hair. Si ''Does little Betty really mean what she says if"' asked Father Time, all astonished. "She does," answered the eagle; "and I should I advise you to obey her, for she is in a terrible tem per; she is stampinc her foot and shaking- her fist, ' and' I, for one, should not care to cross her at pres- ' fnt ' "Very well," said Father Time; "her word must be obeved. Brine me a new scythe nest time you have business which brings you this way." s Then he wrapped his beard Live a comforter I I round his neck to keep himself warm, lay down on ' lb face of the moon and went to sleep. So the hour was not cut in two, and the party went on and on. The children enjoyed themselves vervmuch, but other people found the arrangement arrange-ment rather lees pleasant, for the same hour lasted " - ' ' i all over the world. All the men who were doing j hard work had to keep on working; all the women I who were hushing cross babies had to keep on hushing; hush-ing; all the children who were being slapped or scolded or washed or dosed had just to bear their troubles as well as they might, poor dears; till, at last, Betty grew tired of her party. When she had danced her shoes into boles, played every game that was invented, and eaten so much cake and ice cream that she felt extremely sick, she began to feel. that, though a party was a plasant thing,, bed was better. "Good night," she said, yawning. "Nurse, come and put me to bed! And oh somebody take Father Fath-er Time a new scythe and tell him he may set to work as soon as he likes. She rubbed her eyes wi th her knuckles and tumbled tum-bled upstairs to bed. And I am glad to say that she was very ill next morning so ill that she had to take medicine for a week. Served her right! Twenty strong eagles carried a new scythe up to the moon. They woke Father Time, and he grasped the scythe and set to work. But lie was never able lo.mow easily and well again. You sec. the scythe which he bad lost had been given him by the fairies: it was a specially sharp one. made on purpose for cutting tough hours, ami no other was sharp enough to take its place. He hacks away, doing his best; and the eagles bring him new scythes every few weeks. But the blades soon grow blunt, so that be cannot cut the hours neatly, and he has great trouble in chopping off the i twenty-four hours which make a day. So now you know the reason why some days go slowly. Father Time's scythe is blunt, and he cannot can-not cut off the hours. He does his best, remember, and the wearisome day is no fault of his. but the outcome f self-willed little Betty's Easier party. " i Consecration. j (By Helen May Irwin.) j It seemed but yesterday there came j Unto thy soul a call sublime. i Sweeter the words than pen can frame Noble the phrase of that, blessed time ! Al which the Master called, bade thee to come ' And follow in 1 1 is footsteps up the height Where with mute love thy lips were dumb As love's great sacrifice unto thy sight, Kevealcd what the Mauler bore for ihce. I Asking what shall thine answer be? I I " ! With all the pent-up rapture of thy heart Thy soul responsive would not turn aside. With all lhat life might proffer thou would'si part j To glory in a cross so ancl ified. : j ' ! Night Prayers. ! If I were a mother of small children I would i:n- ! dress them and hear their prayers rit?hl after sup- ' per, and then when little heads began to nod and limbs to grow heavy and eyelids to droop, tlu'y would just have to be trundled into bed and lucked snugly in with a kiss and a put, and away to a dreamless slumberlaud without any dragging off of garments over elbows thai refuse to bend and peevish peev-ish uhimmering- over tangled shoestrings and bullous bul-lous thai are all turned ihc wrong way. Agnes i McKuery. |