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Show 0ur Boysanu irls Edited by Aunt Busy. This department Is conducted solely In the Interest Inter-est of our gtrl and boy readers. Aunt Bu..- 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 of 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. Address rll letters to Aunt Busy. Intermountaln Catholic. Salt Lake C'tr. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Dear Xieces and Nephews: Aunt Busy is a tired, disgusted, fat old lady this week, because she has only received one letter. This is neglect in its worst form sure, and Aunt Busy is almost angry. If she had time she would cry just "buckets" and have tears the size of hailstones hail-stones chasing off the tip of her funny, fat nose, hut she has not time to cry. But she will have time to scold next week, and scold she will if she does not hear from the girls and boys who arc so shamefully shame-fully neglecting her. Ever your "nearly in tears," AUNT BUSY. P. S. Does anybody say good morning to everybody? Aunt Busy is anxious to know. Your fat, but fond, AUNTIE. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Salt Lake, Oct. 1. Dear Aunt Busy : I went up to the canyon last Sunday and had a splendid time. The leaves are turning into all shades of beauty, but it seems sad not to see any flowers. I do not like winter, Aunt Busy, but it will soon be here. Good-bye for this time. Your fond niece. MARY HALL. Aunt Busy wishes she were with you, little niece, on your delightful trip. There is much beauty everywhere, and at all times, in nature, but the autumn does seem filled with greatest beauty. Perhaps if we had the flowers all the year through we might not appreciate them when they come. You must try to like the winter time, dear. "Write soon again. The Spell of the Mountains. ;(By Elizabeth David of St. Tcresa?s Academy, Boise, Ida.) In the morning just as sunrise Draws the curtain of the day, My waking thoughts oft wander To the pine heights far away, Where in fancy I am roaming And I list to water's flow Though its voice is but an echo Of the brook I used to know. When the day in noontide splendor Floods the earth with light and heat. Then the forest's 6hade I welcome With a happiness complete. , Far away from noise and bustle And where gentle breezes blow, Though their whisperings only echo The sweet songs I used to know. When the evening's crimson glory Paints with magic brush the west, Then my fancy loves to linger On the lofty mountain's crest. Where the many pine and fir trees, Swaying gently to and fro, Murmur only restful secrets Of the scenes I used to know. Though the day has long since faded. I still dream dream on and on; , Though the Past has gone forever, Still is Memory true and strong. Well I love the rugged mountains Love each stately pine-clad crest. May they stand like guards forever Hound my loved home in the west. A FAMILY SECRET. "Yes. Mary," said Miss Avis Graham to the friend she and her mother had just come to visit, "mother's general health is pretty good and she is in remarkably cheerful spirits, notwithstanding all the trouble she has had with her eyes." Avis lowered low-ered her yoice, which trembled a little as she said: "She ha6 entirely lost the sight of one eye, but she now reads and sews so very little that she hasn't discovered it. The oculist told me that sometimes rlderly people never find out that one eye is sight- ! Jess when they have the use of the other. I hope I mother never will, for I know it would be a fearful blow to her." Avis wiped away tears from her otii ryes. "I'm so glad she doesn't know," said Mrs. Hoi-lis Hoi-lis sympathetically. "While she is here we'll keep 3ier out doors, in the garden and driving about our pretty country and I don't believe she'll have time to think of her eyes." The two weeks that Mrs. Graham and Avis spent with Mrs. llollis passed very quickly. The morning before their departure Mrs. Nollis took her guest for a farewell drive, while Avis attended to the packing. "You have given me a great deal of pleasure, Mary," said Mrs. Graham. "More, perhaps, than you realize, dear friend, for I've been adding to my htore of pleasant recollections during each of these lovely drives. I shall not forget the pretty scenery scen-ery you have shown me.' Xow that our stay is so nearly over, I'm going to tell you something that I haven't mentioned before, for fear that you wouldn't be able to keep it from Avis, and 1 wouldn't have her know it for the world." She fciged and ' paused a moment and then went on briskly: "The truth is. Mary ,I'm rapidly losing my sight. I'm entirely blind in one eye, and have been for some time, but Avis doesn't -know it. I want her to be saved the pain of knowing it as long as possible, for it would almost break her heart." "Oh. Mrs. Graham," gasped Mrs. llollis, "I'm so. sorry 1" "Yes. dear, I'm sure you are, but you mustn't feel to bad. I'm an old woman, and I've had my sight a great manv happy years, and I have many, many beautiful pictures treasured in my memory which will he lp me in the dark days that are coming. com-ing. They are surely coming. I asked the oculist, and he evaded the question, but I know. Xow let "us go home and see what Avis is about." Mrs. llollis knew that Mrs." Graham wished the subject closed, and she chatted about other matters as gaily as she could when &o full of tenderness for the courageous woman beside her. That afternoon, ns she waved to her friends when the train drew out 'i the station, she looked to them through a blur of tears, but she knew that Avis and her mother were 4 i A . V ... each happy in the thought that the other was being spared a sorrow. "God bless their brave, unselfish hearts," she murmured. The Advance. . A. |