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Show jj i LETTEH-WEITING DIRECTIONS. I t "Urite on one sido of paper only. not have letters too long. Ad.iic.-s all letters to "Aunt liusy." In- urmoui.lalu Catholic. I WHERE FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS 5 GROW. i A I i i,'i,.u a place whTe the sun is like g"M. I .n, tlif t lit rry blooms burst with snow. I .iuu n underneath , is the loveliest I !:'Ti- the four-leaf clovers grow. (K., i.-af is for hope, and one is for faith, I An. I "ne is for love yon know : I i.l "I puts another in for luck I ' l yi.u search you will find where they J 'pp'W. i j;m t must liavc hop. cad you must f Inivc fi'ith; J y.ni must love anil be strong and so. . ynii wmk. if you wait, you will find f ' tlii- plaee W ill re the four-lt af clovers Vrow. I : AUNT BU5Y HAS HER SAY. ; I', ai Nieces and Nephew?: j In m letter recently received from a ! !iule niece, who lives In : well, I Aunt l?usy nearly told where this niece 1 1 '- es. and she does not want it known ! tlii-ie is the complaint: "Aunt Busy, j yon always say the same thin.tr ' study.' "study hard.' "be pood.' 'be obe- 5 ili. nt. 'be cheerful.' etc.," and "Why ' j don't you say something else'.'" . : Poor old Auntie Busy! She read j that letter three times over; she laid ! ? lu-r iiM gray head in her old fat hands I and she removed her spectacles, and j she closed her old eyes and got her old f brains thinking: of what she could say I thai would suit the cross little niece w Mid yet be pood. She thought, and rl thought, and thought, until her poor f "Id brain grew tired, and she con-clu.ied con-clu.ied to say: "Dear children, study, I study hard, be good, be obedient, be j c hteiful, etc. Be everything: that the I d'rtr young Jesus was in the days ot liis beautiful childhood in Nazareth, j mifl. dear children. Aunt Busy, with all the experience given her from age j I and life's responsibilities, could not " iii nujuiiut, nt-Livi 111 .--oj 10 llir ,: il-ar. cross little niece, or to any of her dear, girls and boys. Be like , the j buy Jesus, and you will become per- : fe'-t. AUNT BUSY. j LETTERS AND ANSWERS. t Gunnison, Colo., Jan. 29. Dear Aunt Busy: 1 have never writ- j ti-n to you before. I am" 8 years old "f and 1 am in the second grade at ; school. 1 have a sister 6 years old and f a brother. Santa Claus brought us ! 3 sonic very nice presents last month. I I f ko to Sunday school and our priest I gives us the "Sunday School Com pa n- ""' ion." I like to read the Intermountain i t'atholic, and I do hope to see my let- t tcr in print. Good bye. From vour 1 licphew. THOMAS HOG AN. Aunt Busy is pleased to welcome her i'Hi- nephew, Thomas, even if he has j a long time writing. Thank you i fur your kind .opinion of the Inter- ! '. intain Catholic. Aunt Busy hopes j in hear from you very often, Thomas. ; She is very fond of her dear Colorado f lifphews. t Montrose, Colo., Jan. 27. : ; bi'jir Aunt Busy: I will write you , ;i ffw lines. Mamma reads the letters in the Catholic to me on Sunday even- ; ings and think they are very nice. I j am !' years old and I go to school ev- ii fry day. I have a sweet little sister, 1 Ir-ne. and a dear little- brother, who ( I has been very sick for the last four I I months. Your loving niece. MARY FKNLON. j : Aunt Busy gladly welcomes her dear ' iiew niece. Mary. She hopes to hear j -J from you very often. She knows that f you are a good girl and you must have I .. ery dear mamma. How kind of her i j i read for you. Aunt Busy remem- so well how she used to enjoy I ' ht-arinir her mamma read to her. manv j yat-s ago. when Aunt Busy was a 1 it. j ''-v ear-old. too. Give Aunt Busy's ,,,ai l"ve to tho sweet sister and the U'ar bi-nther. Ti.lden. Colo.. Jan. Hear A .lia Musy: 1 hope you are well. I liiiv.- nut written to vou for j a long tin,". This time I wiil write ! 1 you a storv. ' ; THH KSQCIMAUX. The Ksnuiinaux live in the far north. They do not In,, lik,- xve (Jfl. thtv ive i on birds and birds' ,.KKS and on"SOm 1 kind of animals. Thev hang the meat j 1 on the wall to dry and thev cook it on t; n lamp that is made of soapst.-.ne. and it hangs in the mi. idle from the ceiling. ; The house is low and only one room: j th.-re is a little door, and when they f enter they have to crawl on their i hands and knees. There is a little j transom over the door made of goats' goat-s' skin. but very little light shows through it. j ; They have no beds like we have: ! they only have stones with furs of an- imals thrown over them. The chil-I chil-I dren ate dressed very Avarhi. Ther? out'" lived a little girl whose father made her a sleigh out of s.iapstone. 1 J She would hitch her dogs to it and go I i across the plains and ihe dogs liked it very much. too. And when they J would come to the top of the hill she I would unhitch her little team and tin. I theni to the back of her sleigh and let j them run down behind her, and when I ihey came to the bottom the dogs j would have to haul her up. Dear Aunt Busy. I would not like to be an Ks- '( Uimo. would vou? From your loving nephew. JOHN FELIX MURRAY. ? Aunt Busy is very well, thank you, ! find she is very pleased to hear from you again. Your little sketch is in- structive and interesting. Aunt Busy A tikefi. to.reid such articles from her ' girls and boys, because it. is a proof 5 of how they spend their time in School. Aunt Busy would rather be what she is a genuine American 1 'ban belong to Iceland or any other land. 'Write soon again, John. THE NUN'S PUPIL. i A w weeks ago, in Durango, Colo., i a dear little girl died after only a tVw i :vs' f!'ns. She was a sister of Loia i McHugh, one of .uul Wusy's dear , nieces, and Aunt Busy wishes all her nieres and nephews to read the following fol-lowing beautiful lines, written by the Sisters of Mercy of Durango, in niem-t'ty niem-t'ty of their dear little pupil. Tite loss of a dear one is indeed hard to bear, but when a good, innocent j child returns to God's garden, even in I the greatest grief there can be much consolation in the thought of the dear child's eternal happiness. Eternal rest and happiness in the life beyond is the aim of every Christian, and at no time are we so near heaven as in childhood. child-hood. Well is it for those who go to God in youth's white innocence; IN MEMORY OF FLORENCE M'HUGII. Who died at St. Mary's Academy, Durango, Du-rango, Colo., Dee. lit, I'.Hil. Toward the convent walls an angel sped From his home in the realms of tight, llii" mesuge was sombre, tho' by love led, And his pinions were heavenly bright. Though death was his message his up-' up-' raised eyes Bespoke life in its truest sense ' Eternal life beyond the blue skies. Faith and hope's royal recompense. By such was he charged by the King ot' Kings. "Who had weighed the guileless soul Of the gentle child who had loved the things That attracted to God's control. And joyfully came to the altar where He reposes in humble guise. Placing her childish sorrows there, Often with tear dimmed eyes." So ihe angel paused by our children fair, At school in the convent gray. Whose blithsome laughter low" and clear, Make joyous the hour of play. And Florence, by all so well beloved, Responded to his voice. As was her wont to each command, And is 'now in paradise. Two angels departed whence one had come. And their stay which was all too short. Hath left the impression on heart and tongue "VYhieh all things good impart. And forcibly speaks of the kingdom grand. That is peopled. by such as those. Where the blissful elect of the great beyond In the bosom of God repose. SISTERS OF MERCY. Lincoln's Promise. Once,, when. Abraham Lincoln was a member of congress, according to a well-known story, a friend criticised him for his seeming rudeness in declining declin-ing to test the rare wines provided by their host, urging, as a reaon for reproof, re-proof, "There is certainly no danger of a man of your years and habits becoming becom-ing addicted to its use." ! "I mean no disrespec t. John," an- j swered Mr. Lincoln, "but I promised my precious mother only a few days before she died that I would never use anything . intoxicating as a beverage, and I consider that promise as binding today as it was the day I gave it." "There is a great difference between a child surrounded by a rough class of drinkers and a man in a home of refinement," re-finement," insisted the friend. "But a promise is a promise forever, John, and when made to a mother it is doubly binding," replied Mr. Lincoln. She Owed Grimm a Thaler. I heard an interesting anecdote of Jacob Grimm the other day. One of his prettiest fairy tales ends with the words "whoever refuses to believe th'.s story owes me a thaler." One winter morning a little Jewish girl rang the door bell in Berlin and asked the servants if Herr Professor Jacob Grimm was at home. When informed in-formed that he was not, she said, politely: po-litely: "Will you please hand him this thaler when he returns?" The servant took the coin, glanced at it curiously, and inquired who sent it and what it was for. "I owe him the money myself," said the little girl. "Why, what for?" . "Because I don't believe the story about the wolf." |