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Show ...Our Boys and rl$. ed;ed ey aunt bOsy. i . I ,hIs department la conducted solely m the Inter- I... ot our plrl and boy readers. Aunt Busy Is glad to hear any tlmo from the ,JtL9 and nephews who read this page, and to give hrni all th advice and help In her power. Write on one side of the paper only. Do not have letters too long. OriFii&l Tories and verses will be gladly receive nd caj-efully edited. The manuscripts of contributions not accepted wlB t returned. Address all letters to Aunt Busy. Intermountala retholle. Fait Lake City. Who Is She? There is a little maiden Who is she ? Do you know ? Who always has a welcome Wherever she may go. Her voice is like the sunshine, Her voice is like a bird's The sweetest of all music Is her lightsome words. Each spot she makes the brighter As if she were the sun, And she is sought and cherished And loved by everyone. F.y old folks and by children. By lofty and by low, Who is this little maiden, I Does anybody know? i You certainly have met her; Yes, now I hear you guess; WYll, must I introduce her? 'Tis sweet Miss Cheerfulness. A MEDAL WITH A HISTORY. K..l,ort Hartley always wore upon his watch chain ii liny medal of St. Anthony, which he had oau'".l to be dipped in gold, and his intimate friends krirw that the reason for that peculiarity upon his part diitt d back some years and to an Italian church in a quaint medieval city of which the wonder-Vorker wonder-Vorker "f Padua was titular saint. The church it-Fi-lf had been erected by St Anthony's devout clients jn gratitude for favors received, and over the high altar was pictured representation of that glory of tiie Franciscan Order which drew thither a con-Ftnnt con-Ftnnt si ream of supplicants. Dressed in the brown lial.ir and sandals, and so placed that the light from an exquisite stained window near at hand seemed to threw upon the figure a gleam of heavenly radiance, radi-ance, none who ever saw that work of art could for-pet for-pet the impression which it produced. Egbert Hartley, who had spent several months in the town, had been frequently and forcibly attracted at-tracted to the spot, where his religious no less his artistic and aesthetic feelings were gratified. But the moment came when that picture was associated with a dramatic incident in his life. One evening he was strolling about aimlessly, I watching the groups of men and women, with the always picturesque fanciulle, enjoying the balmy air at their porches, or in quaint court yards, he was addressed by a woman who, half in English, half in a dialect which recalled Naples to his mind, and with gestures that were wild and frenzied, told him of a loss which she had just sustained. It was of a mini of money, large to her way of thinking, which she had obtained through the sale of some mountain sheep .and which had been stolen from her by some oril men, of whom, as she declared, there were many thereabouts. Hartley very naturally advised her to have recourse to the police, but she shook her head and exclaimed with streaming eyes that there was only one way she might be helped, and that was, if. he, the good Signor Inglese, would accompany her to a certain quarter of the town, which she named, and where the robbers might still be found and per-! per-! suaded to give up their prey. She expressed the opinion that the police would be worse than useless, fince the robbers had spies upon the lookout, and would be instantly informed of their advent; and, moreover, that the police would demand for their services far more than she could afford to pay. If ihe signor refused to accompany her, then all hope was lost, and her aged father and mother would have to starve. Robert Hartley hesitated; he was old enough to know the danger of following this strange, wild-looking wild-looking woman into a quarter near the wharf, which he was aware had an unsavory reputation as attracting attract-ing thither lawless characters from all part of Italy. Rut he was, on the other hand, still young enough to love a spice of the adventures and the romantic and to be inspired by generous ardor. Moreover, the woman was not ill-looking, and beauty has a proverbial prover-bial power. The black eyes which looked into his were lovely, the hands clasped with supplicatory gestures were shapely and graceful, and if the distress dis-tress were not genuine, then this peasant must be a consummate actress, indeed. The young man's hesitation hesi-tation was but momentary, and he turned to accompany accom-pany the girl, who warned him that their course must be taken in unfrequented streets, since she was afraid of an alarm being conveyed to the robbers. rob-bers. It was a lovely evening, the mellow tints of the Italian sky blending towards the sunset into a complete com-plete harmony. The molten gold of the west was tlecked here and there with white. The olive and myrtle trees waved in the breeze from the lake, wnich lay shimmer-blue nestled amongst the hills. J he way which the two followed led past the Church f Kt. Anthony, the door of which stood invitingly (1'en. and from the altar piece the face and figure ef the saint shone, transfigured by the evening light and so real that it appeared as if he were about to advance and speak. Hartley, at all times a devout man, and just then in the first fervor of his conversion to the faith, had made a resolution never to pass a church without with-out entering to pay a visit. Having, moreover, a peat devotion to the patron of Padua, he said half jfMmgly to his companion: "Since we are in search for something that is nisir.g, we cannot do better than to enter here and pray to good Saint Anthony, who is sure to help in "riug-B-hat is lost." 1 he woman started. "1 he signer, then, is a Catholic?" she exclaimed. "A Catholic? Oh, yes," Hartley answered. "And client df your Italian saint. Besides, the Blessed ' acranient is in there, and I never like to pass a church without making a visit." 1 he woman visibly held back. It seemed to the .young man that she grew paler, but he pointed to e saint as it was visible through the carved portal which they were approaching. "See." he cried, ''how beautiful he is, your San Antonio! He must look like that in heaven, and !' will be sure to help you!" 1 he woman followed the outstretched arm of I'cr companion and her eyes fell with a startled and wild glance upon the picture, but she stood still as Hartley would have urged her towards the door. "Come," he said, "we need his help, you know." "Xo. no." answered the woman, "I cannot go in there. I might be recognized; I might be seen with Jou. and our efforts would be in vain." "Tl en." said Hartley, "you must wait for me a moment bore. I will go in alone and beg of St. Anthony to protect us against the evil people whom you tell me are down yonder, and to find what you have lost." He could perceive by this time that the woman was trembling from head to foot as she suddenly seized his arm in a convulsive grasp and cried: "You are right! Go there! Ask him to protect you! And follow me no farther! Hartley supposed at first that she was merely offended by his delay in accompanying her, but seek as he might he could discover no trace of her since that moment when he had seen her flying like a wild thing down the rocks that as a natural bulwar lay upon that side of the city. His suspicions were naturally aroused, but it was only after some time that he was enabled to find out her real character, and that 6he. acted as a decoy for one of the most desperate bands of brigands brig-ands that then infested the environs; also that his own liberty if not his life would most certainly have been sacrificed had he not held fast to his purpose pur-pose of entering that sacred edifice and praying to the good Saint Anthony. And that is why he wore forever after upon his watch chain the medal of his protector and loved to recite the storv to his intimate in-timate friends. ANNA T. SADLIER. MORNING HYMN. (As sung by Fr. Magin Catala and His Indians.) The dawn appears and ushers in the day, Ave Maria fondly let us pray ! For sinners' consolation wert thou born First ray of hope and brilliant star of morn. Thy birth, 0 Queen, is Heaven's richest bloom, It fills the earth with joy, dispels sin's gloom. The cunning serpent writhes and coils in pains, Lest it do harm, thou fetterest it with chains. At sound of thy sweet name, O Virgin chaste, Doth tremble hell and demons fiy in haste. With voices glad and joyful let us sing, A hymn to Mary, Mother of our King. The Monitor. OUR DUMB FRIENDS. Mr. A. Horse's article on "How to Treat a Man," is going the rounds. It should be read by every friend and especially every enemy of the noble beast: When a man drops from sheer exhaustion or illness, ill-ness, promptly seize an end-board or cart-stake and pound him on the head and on the ribs ; if this does not fully recuperate him, kick him violently in the stomach. This treatment will restore him if persistently per-sistently adhered to. If a man finds his load too heavy, and feels that it will seriously strain him to proceed, tear off a fence board and knock him down, then hammer him thoroughly. This will give him renewed energy and he will make no more ado. Do not on any account reduce his load. If a man refuses re-fuses to drink when offered water, do not give him a chance again for several days, and so "teach him" to be thirsty at any time you find it convenient to give him water. It is a good plan to ply the whip freely to a man while at work. No matter if he is doing his best, hit him now and then "on general principles" just by way of preventing, him from taking any particular comfort. If his load is not heavy, oblige him to go faster to make up for it. Tilt your man's head back in an unnatural position with his eyes turned toward the sun this makes him "look pretty" and prevents stumbling. In winter win-ter remove his clothing to prevent his taking cold. He will also dry quicker when you work him. Men thus treated are much healthier than when allowed winter clothing. It riles the blood to see a big, husky fellow atop of a mountainous load of coal, urging his horses with whip and curse up a 6teep and slippery grade. The sight is a common one at our office corner where an agent for the S. P. C. A. could find plenty to do. FATHER OF KANSAS CATHOLICITY. After many years of service, Rev. A. Kuhl, the ."Father of Kansas Catholicism," has retired from active life to St. Margaret hospital in Kansas City. Father Kuhl, who is a native of Germany, was sent to Kansas in the early '60s. He organized the first parish in Wichita and later built St. Margaret's hospital. hos-pital. His work covered the entire state, and he is known and revered by all, irrespective of creed. PROVERBS. A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men. A man apt to promise is apt to forget. A man's conversation is the mirror of his thoughts. A mob has many heads but no brains. A man is an indulgent censor to himself. A man is valued according to his own estimate of himself. A merry heart doeth good like ft medicine. KEEP HOME LIVELY. The winter season draws members of the family into closer companionship, and the, heads of t he household, especially those in quiet neighborhoods, should consider the problem of home amusement. There are many parents who force light, cheerful, young people to go out from the family circle to find the fun for which they crave. Laughter and fun in the house are as essential to its well being as the serving of meals. Have a box of games handy; they are so inexpensive; inex-pensive; coax everyone to learn some musical in-st in-st rument you have no idea how enjoyable a home concert is; encourage good card games, for these learnt and played at home in a spirit of self-restraint teach many a useful lesson, and lessen the danger of temptation when the young birds spread their wings and fly. Play with the young people, and do not imagine it is a waste of time, which ought to be spent at the mending basket or newspaper. news-paper. Lightning Plucks a Bird. Lightning did some queer stunts here during a storm, among them the knocking of all but a solitary soli-tary feather from the body of a mouse hawk, which, strange to relate, still lives to bear mute evidence evi-dence of the occurrence. The hawk was found under un-der the tree which had been struck the following morning, when the hands or the I. D. Stone farm were inspecting the work of the storm. The bird was hardly alive, and, stripped of all but the one feather, presented a sorry appearance. It was taken to the house and fed and bids fair to recover. Columbus Dispatch. Virtue of Courage. Many people are so afraid to die that they have never begun to live. But courage emancipates us and gives us to ourselves, that we may give ourselves our-selves freely and without fear to God. How sweet and clear and steady is the life into which this virtue vir-tue enters day by day, not merely in those great flashes of excitement which come in the moments of crisis, but in the presence of the hourly periods, the continual conflicts. Not to tremble at the shadows which surround us, not to shrink from the foes who threaten us, not to hesitate and falter and stand despairing still among the perplexities and trials of our life, but v to move steadily onward, without fear, if only we can keep ourselves above reproach surely that is what the Psalmist meant by good courage and strength of heart, and it is a most comfortable, pleasant, peaceful and happy virtue. On Careful Speech. Purity of speech means something more than omission of vulgar phrases that ought not to be used by any 6elf-respecting person. A young girl should carefully avoid falling into slangy or careless care-less modes of speech. When a girl says "Gee whiz," "It was something fierce," or "You're up against it," you need nothing noth-ing more to convince you that she is not altogether a lady. She may be a good-hearted, well-meaning girl, but, friends, she proclaims to the universe that she is common. CONUNDRUMS. When are young folks like grashoppers ? When having a hop on the green. Why are tipplers and lawyers alike ? Both are always to be found at the bar. Why is a train like a clock? Both run, but never nev-er walk. When is a rope like a school child? When taught (taut). What is the difference between an auction and sea sickness? One is the sale of effects, the other the effects of a sail. FOOL AND HIS MONEY. A traveler with a mania for answering advertisements adver-tisements had some curious experience. He learned that by sending a dollar he could get a cure for drunkenness. And he did. It was: "Take the pledge, and keep it." Then he sent fifty cents to find how to raise turnips tur-nips successfully. He found out: "Just take hold of the tops and life." The next advertisement he answered read : "How to double your money." "Change it into notes and fold them." Next he sent for twelve useful household articles arti-cles and got a paper of needles. He was slow to learn, so he sent a dime to find out "How to get rich": "Work hard and never spend a cent." That stopped him. But his brother wrote to find out how to write without pen and ink. He was told to use a lead pencil. He paid a dime to find out how to live without work, and was told to "Fish for easy fools, as we do." OFFENDED FEELINGS. To think about something else is the best and only sure cure for offended feelings. To think abolit the offense its unkindness, its injustice, its meanness of spirit and all its other ugly aspects only adds to its sting and deepens our own suffering suffer-ing or anger. This hurts us ,and helps no one. Eggs are not the only things that are given added life and power by being brooded over. If we want to enlarge and multiply everything unpleasant in that which has offended us, brooding over it will do it. If we want to have done with it and get it out of our life as quickly as possible, to turn deliberately delib-erately away from it and concentrate our thought and energy upon something else is our sure road to success. "When anyone has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high that the offense cannot reach it," Descartes is credited with saying. But we cannot can-not lift ourselves by mere will power. We can lose ourselves by devotion to something else and thus we can lose the offense. |