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Show j (rPiiiWlD.TtDBv Aunt Busy) j I ALL SORTS OF BOYS. I There's thp nitty boy. and the pretty boy, j And thp boy who oils his hair; ' There's the eat-faceii boy, and the rat- i faced boy, j And the boy with the bovine stare. ' There's the steamy boy, and the dreamy V. buy, " And the boy who Is "up to 1ate." j There's the boy who smokes, and the boy ! who jokes. '. And the boy who is always late. ! There's the tender boy, and the slender boy, . And the bov with limbs like a bears; . There'fi the stoutish boy. and the loutish 1 bov. ', And the boy who slides downstairs. 1 There's the cheerful boy, and "that fret- ful boy," 1 And the boy who deserves a floRfdnc:; J There's the boy with a heart, and the boy I too smart, i And the boy whose brain wants jogging. There's the srass-ereen boy and the I bright, keen boy, j And the boy who is always blabbing; ! There's the elimby boy, and the grimy J boy. : And the boy who shirks his tubbing. There are many others, oh men and brothers. And none are all bad. you bet; There are boys and boys yet through grief and joys They are somebody's darling yet. A. E. Houghton. . AUNT BUSY HASHER SAY. Dear Nieces and Nephews: I Aunt Busy is not going to say very I much this time, but she particularly I wishes to call your attention to the I vt ry interesting letter that appears in f this department this week. It is writ- ten by a dear, bright girl who lives in Dewey, Mont., and it would do credit i to a girl far older than Aunt Busy's j dear, new niece, Mary Patton. Read I it carefully and you will certainly read I many things that will please you. Aunt Busy has also discovered a new niece: One who lives in Omaha. Aunt Busy hopes to hear from her soon again. And then a dear nephew from Salida. Charles DeVoe. at last remembered remem-bered his old Aunt Busy and sends, as usual, an interesting letter. So dear children. Aunt Busy is once more regaining her weight, which decreased greatly from worry, owing to not receiving re-ceiving many1 letters from her girls and boys. By the way, dear children, in mailing y.ur letters be sure to address them to Salt Lake City, because Aunt Busy's y?4 mail comes here. Aunt Busy thinks f5 ' ihat is one reason w'hy some of the : letters do not reach her. Much love, j from your loving AUNT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Omaha, Neb., Nov. 11. My Dear Aunt Busy: As I have I never seen any letters from here, I ; Jhrught I would write. I go to school f and 1 am in the fifth B. 1 belong to i St. Patrick's parish. Our pastor's name j is Father Smith. Our church had a fait and we made lots of money. Well, j Aunt Busy. 1 guess I Mil close. Your I loving niece. I MARGARET MULYIHILL. I I A sincere welcome to the little niece I ' from Omaha! Aunt Busy is sure that I you are a bright student. Try' to in- f duce some of your young friends to .1 "write to "her, and why can you not j write a little story for Aunt Busy's department? , J Salida. Colo., Nov. 16. j Dear Aunt Busy: It is so long since j ' 1 sent you a letter that I must let you ! ji "know about your little nephew in Sa- j I lid;i. 1 saw Willie Bickliter's letter in i ihe paper. I know him well. I go to j the high school now. Well. I must tell you papa bought a splendid yacht back cast. She is called Puritan No. 2, and papa says "he will take us back on th' Atlantic ocean on her some day. My papa was fourteen years at sea, from cabin boy to captain, on two large ships, and helped to save a crew off II a schooner on the Nova Scotia shore i in a storm. I wish you could hear if some of his stories about his travels, ; ) pleasures and accidents at sea. ; D'-ar Aunt Busy, I saw your picture j I 1,1 'he paper and you look swell. Papa 1 I and mamma say you are only sweet I J sixit i n. Your loving nephew, J I '"HARLKS L. DE VOE. I P. S. Please lhid enclosed a clipping ; I fvi.iu our Salida paper about my papa, j 1 William P. DeVoe, for a number of ! I years employed in the D. & R. a. shops j here, has purchased the splendid sail- j t ' 5n yacht "Puritan." which is built of 1 j ak and hackmatack, copper fastened , and all iron work galvanized. He in- ' tends to 'have his brother. Captain i Fred DeVoe, who sails out of Boston, f command the vessel. William P lms 1 ( been to sea fourteen years, and served k i from cabin boy to master of several v vessels, viz: the schooners River Bride, Bell of the Bay and Coast Pilot, on the Canadian and Newfoundland voasts. Some of his happy days at sea was when he helped to save the "ri'w of the schooner Sophia, wrecked n the Nova Scotia shore in October, 173, and when he piloted the ship Willie Craig in the Sydney harbor during a blinding snow storm to a safe anchorage. This ship had on board a general cargo, besides a large crew and six lady passengers. The voyage was Interesting, romantic and full of incidents. inci-dents. The ship's log book was a real Plory book and when the anchors were let go to make her secure, four of the passengers rushed on deck to inquire what the trouble was, DeVoe answered: an-swered: "All's well," and this news ' w as so cheering that he was carried to his supper in a folding chair by the four passengers and given three hearty cheers and a few mementoes which he treasures to this day in remembrance of the kindhearted passengers on board the Willie Craig on Dec. 22, 1SS0. How very glad Aunt Busy was to . hear from you. Charlie! It is fully a year since you wrote to her, and she has often thought of you. So you are the son of a brave sea- man: Aunt Busy read the little tale about your papa with much interest nnd she is sure that all the nephews will be interested. Aunt Busy thinks that you should write a few of the " stories that your brave papa tells, for the Intermountain Catholic. Aunt Busy thinks you are a sad flatterer. flat-terer. Charles. Of course she is pleased to know that you thought she looked "swell." but she is very far indeed from being anywhere near "sweet sixteen." six-teen." Tell your friend, Willie L.. to write soon again. Study hard. Charles, and graduate from the High school, and please, please do not wait so long again to write to your affectionate Aunt Busy. Dewey. Mont., Nov. 17, 1901. Dear Aunt Busy: Am I too old to write to you? I was 13 on the 27th of last month. As I want to tell you of m ytrip. I thought the other little folks might like to read it. I believe my sister, Dodo, wrote you from New York, so will start in where she stopped. Of course you know all people visit Coney Island. We spent one whole afternoon there, looking at all kinds of j fake amusements, and heard some very fine singing at one of their theatres. the-atres. My cousins, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald Fitz-gerald of Brooklyn, who were well acquainted ac-quainted there, took us to the beach, where we found pleasure in watching the many bathers, and we would have liked to Join them, but my mamma was afraid it was too late in the season, sea-son, as my lungs are not very strong. We children that is, my cousin Stella Stel-la and my sister and myself rode the iron horses, also some half-dead ponies which kept step to the crack of a whip and were not one bit like our Montana horses. We were taken through Prospect park by. some friends; from thence to Greenwood, where we saw some of the finest monuments in the world, among them being the Mackay, the interior being large enough to hold 100 people at Holy Mass, which is said there every ev-ery Sunday. The monument is a beautiful beau-tiful white marble and the lawn in front looks just like velvet. We also saw the monument of a young French lady who was killed by her horses running away. It is just beautiful. Although her body has been moved to her beautiful France, the authorities refused her people permission permis-sion to remove the monument; It stands there with her name, age, etc. Then there is the Matthews monument, monu-ment, erected before the death of the owner, the famous soda water man. He is represented as lying on his bed (even the embroidered pillow cases are plain to be seen), while his wife stands on a kind of platform above him, weeping. There are also two children standing, one on each side, who died in early childhood. 1 could name numbers of interesting things, but space will not allow. From Greenwood we went to Evergreen, which is much smaller and less pretentious, pre-tentious, but nevertheless very pretty. In Evergreen we saw a kind of fanatic, fa-natic, a man whose wife died eight years ago and to whose memory he has built a vault where her casket, containing her body, is on one side, while the husband's, awaiting his final dissolution, is on the other. We all entered and had quite a talk with him. He calls himself an agnostic (I don't know what that is), but mamma told him it must be dreadful not to expect ex-pect to meet his wife in the hereafter. He seems to be after notoriety, as he told mamma people come to see him from all over the world. His appearance appear-ance was not very good, as his clothing cloth-ing was not orderly or clean, while he wore a large diamond ring on his finger. He had a number of articles of furniture, pictures, etc., all over the caskets. Mamma asked him what he did in winter time. He said, looking around at some young girls who happened hap-pened to be there: "I live on love." Mamma told him if he lived where she came from his love would soon reach zero in a tomb. This letter is so long already. Aunt Busy; that I will put off the rest of the story until next week. Your affectionate af-fectionate niece, MARY JOSEPHINE PATTON. Indeed little niece, you are not too old to write to Aunt Busy. She regrets re-grets that she cannot induce the girls and boys of your age to write to her more than they do. Bless their hearts! They think they are too old for such nonsense. Well, the world will teach them the folly of feeling old when they are only children yet. Aunt Busy is glad that one little niece has set the good example to other 13-year-old young people and has written to her. Aud such a :iy interesting letter, Mary! Aunt Busy read and enjoyed every word of it. She is proud to have such a bright girl for one of her nieces. Now you really must write often for this department. Don't say that you cannot, because your interesting inter-esting letter proves that you have undoubted un-doubted talent. I Little Girl That Made a Table. j "Who comes here?" asks Uncle Ed-' Ed-' ward, looking up from his carpenter's ; bench and plane ns he heard somebody . pushing- at the door, and when, an in-' in-' stant after, a little head with short j brown hair showed itself, he said, "Oh, I it's my little boy. Nan!" ' "I ain't a boy!" said Nannie, coming quite in then and moving her feet rest-I rest-I lessly in the sawdust, j "O ho!" said Uncle Edward. "Then ; what makes you slide down hill, and j beg for skates, and lly kites, and have j a bag of marbles and ride the old horse bareback and borrow my tools?" ' "I don't care: I ain't a boy. I'd de-. de-. spise to be!" replied Miss Nannie, hanging hang-ing a long curly shaving over each ear as she spoke. "Say, Uncle Edward, I want to make a little table. May I have that little square piece of board?" "Yes. yes!" said the uncle, and he handed it to her. "Now, may I take your big gimlet? I want to bore some holes for the legs." Uncle Edward passed down the gimlet gim-let and Nannie bored a hole in each 1 of the four corners of the square board. ! Then she borrowed a knife to whittle 1 out some legs with, and when they I were done she hammered them stoutly . in. Now the table was done, and it j stood as level and firm as anybody's table. "I'm going now," said Nannie, taking tak-ing it up. "I'm going to give a tea party, and I had my little set of dishes all ready; and Aunt Lizzie let me make 1 some tinv Dies and cookies when she was baking this morning, but I didn't have any table to set the things out on, so I thought I would come in here and make one. You may come to my party if vou want to. Uncle Edward." And off went the little girl with great satisfaction to set her table. "That's a smart one!" said Uncle Edward, looking after her as the door shut. "I'd like to see the thing she can't .do! ' I'll warrant her pies and cookies are done to a turn. It's a thrifty little housewife that can cook a meal and make a table to put it on!" Then he went back to his planing, while Nannie set her table out on the flat rock under the apple tree, where the birds sang, and no one in all the world, whether boy or girl, was happier hap-pier than she. Our Young People. |