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Show oar Boys and Girls... t DITED BY AUNT BUSY. i I .rtmen1 is conducted solely In the inter- 1 I fl fle,r"irl and boy readers. i f" f rrv is S'a1 to har anT Vm9 frra th I unt bpn.g w-ho read this page, and to give i rw's " ,,,, advire and help in her power, i I 'fin R" ne side of the paper only. I rtrrff letters too long. 1 po storics and verses will be gladly received ? I Xvr edited. ' ! t ra laniiFcripts of contributions not accepted wiU tplTc p iPtfrs to Aunt Busy, lntermountaln 1 .55 ; I " AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. i I f,;r ',c and Xoplicws : Aunt Busy gladly I .i'm !r nephews this week. She was 1 Yi'raM i lis '11( 'in.vs VTrp angry with their old t:t";; p;isy, hot a use they hate neglected her for I Veek. J-'!ft Aunt u?y published one F'.'-- that the ooar little writer forgot to sign, snd. ";;f ViVlnv t know who wrote it so that she can yJ'ap prize. f pother lMor Aunt Busy did not publish be-'"jt be-'"jt Virc.in like lliis: "Suffering snakes, Aunt ' , j.nv ;;iv you. anyhow f Now, Aunt Busy I 1 tho jKp)'0W Tf understand that his letter was I r.V;o jb(1 w;i-te basket, and if lie wants a rosary f'r have to write again and omit "suffering I f . ',' Aii'i' Busy is very angry beacuse she docs I snakes or any mention of them. Aunt jLrvill extend her prize offerings until Sunday. I .,, 7 All liters must be on her desk bv that I iovic?iy, auxt busy. I LETTEES AND ANSWERS. I Booker. Mont., May 25. 190$. Tr At:"' Fuv: 1 am a Montana girl, and 1 .'r-jriit J0T3 '"nld like to hoar from me. 1 read Vlnterauiiiain Catholic and like the children's .'.fin it. 1 havp a sister in MissouTa going to the j.-jPir.T ibf-T'. She will make her First JJoly Com-j-nnn ih" Mi of next month. I will close, hop-sfr hop-sfr this "ii ihe children's page. Your loving-, FBAXCES PEACOCK. Fooatello. Ida.. May 2:. 190S. jifPr Aunt Busy: This is the first time I have r,Vfii. 1 kr-rp a little altar. I am preparing to .fkiirrtirt communion. I am 12 vears old. Your .ilie-e. GERTRUDE SIMMOXS. Xorth Hjirficld street. PocateTlo, Ida.. May 2-. 1908. tsar Aunt Busy: This is my second letter to I t; I a in H years old. and go to St. Joseph's I c' ; 1 kf-ep a little altar this monlh for the ! ---A Yiririn zrA next month I am going to have in h "ii"r of the Sacred Heart. Well. I must f ,r. Y.-ir loving niece. AXXA MULLIX. (Garfield Townsite, May 22, 190S. ( Iicar Aunt Busy: I saw in our Intermountain iio win-re you wanted all litie boys aud girls k;i an altar for the Blessed Virgin. We have I rn:A keep a holy candle and -wild Aowpts in front I -: t. the time. Your little nephew and niece, ERLE AXD EMILY BOXD. 1 Salt Lake. May 20, 190$. I ar Attut Busy: This is my first letter. I i r.-'i wriip very well. I am not 7 years old yet. I .V' a lay altar and put flowers on it every day. I :nnid likf 1o get a roary as I have never got a I ?y frm ary one. Your loving nephew. THOMAS VAUGHX. ! Uintah, Utah. May 24, 190S. I Pear Aur.t Busy: I have made a May altar and SP f !-!: to kcp it all during May. I am 7 years i -i 1 am in ih? tirst grade, and would like a pair r'r8-r brads. 1 am going to pray for you, and ! "u:d likr a hov card. Your loving niece, MARY' MUSSALMAX. Uintah, Utah. May 23, 1P0S. T'-ar Aunt Busy: This is the first time I have r.:tpn to you. 1 have an altar and. would like a 7i mry brads. I go to mass every morning, ;n?.:!l pray for you, Auut Busy. Good-bye. )';: i -Ln-r ntphew. y GEORGE MUSSALMAX. PROVENCE ROSES. J-:-'C'v. Weir sat on ihe porch, where the white I' p ar:l ihf bittersweet vines, thick with dark ;;-'5r. m?- a faultless background for her beau-Pir beau-Pir f;.,.r .lor jr0ntIewoman's attitude of J'r in'nuate friend. Mary Catherine, young- ..an .,? by fifty years, but sdoring her as the "Jr'n, a'.'"r(? the old. was coming up the walk. .11'!."'"'""" wa5 all softness and strength, a (r ,.,1 rf ,;il"!f'trinie. pliant youth, waiting, in a i!,r'Ih "f'r intelligence about life, which ' ;i,,p(, i;n,,u. morP intimately than she. Mad-"".!.' Mad-"".!.' Ir- i-rf irc her. began to smile, flurry nj,. r-hiW;' s,c cae& as Mary Cath-f Cath-f r'urhn cyringa bush and paused to break -Ilurw'-' ' M't'r;iip did hurry. When she neared ,: .'ri';. .-i.: wr. pink with haste and smiling an- in. . .r';1H:.!ii1;-Aur.t EIIcmi? she asked. There was ,.;r 1;:i--r:p between them. The old lady was "".J,'v 5r;i"i"tic invitation. . .,, y Madam Weir. "I want to talk to hen I see anything as choice as ' .,',ni!-''r-.!"Har'' m- don't you suppose I want ;t. j ,v . 'h'Tiiif "-at down on the step and put W"'r '' a moment on the old lady's knee, v-'," , ' :r ';!Jd a hand on her hair, and the hand '"'"(' i S''", m,'f'm" different, in some way, a lit- , :-,.'n' ,!:-d erv frail. Mary Catherine, with-";,1V with-";,1V r' felt alarm. She got up, and Vj0'.1''-1 '' l"'r fri'-d's side. y " ' :;'.: 'kc aked. "l'.'""! ' ' ;r M;ti'"d a niomcut, not looking at WjVt; ' f' garden, and even sfeming to forget N.,"''r"1,"r- Out anions- the flower bed? the iv J?' ,VRi W'inning. not in bloom alone, TrrlV'-''''1 l'r"nn'" i,f i'-'., i'-'., '.. l"oks so yoniig." said Madam Weir, t :?? ('il1'if'n'ne. Urn old.'" -t.Hv t.'r' ""ked at her amazed. This was a ! lVf'' M'lite simply without complaint ij,"1 "r aknessesas if it were a part of Kr- uU' n- "0 1o ,iv?- Catherine !' an impulse entirely honest. ' ".' yn,1'rn J1ot 0-" a ''!J1-U,,'!r M"ilr,i a Uttle. still looking at the j , "a riot old. she was tired. .u, ,1" "rf' .vu today," she went on. "I "I).,,)','.-''1 -T01' al)OUt ,n-T will." "'ifn Vir' Mary Catherine, involuntarily. I slU7" !'u ll8Te the place." 'Mr ' ' i '''ink so. Your onlv prandson." "il,v relative," the old' lady specified. lie 11 have most of the mnn . T , , pose he'll need it. ThevTav b ' -1 ! SUp pictures every minute" J GS Paintlng better Maclth side-tracks they might takf7i0Ut ' "Ther ! darker topics. K?' t0 lhe avoidance of "Five years." );l8 he coming this summer?" soin-fetfl h?,WaY l0!ter this mor5- He's poing into the countrv Rkpt,Vn'r. r That reminded him of th nUp Provence, by the wall. He wrote 'TW'nTe"CV0SeS They are in flower you 8V " bC ,n W She spoke uncomplainingly, vet as'-if hc were fhf Z'na S? thCTie -rstood tlia? tnis wa& the pang of loneinc.5S 'I wish he'd come:"' U TjJ?0, Chi-d" D1V Vh-T ould he? Dick's voung He a a genius. He's got things to do. It's vefy ;;Don'i!" said the Riri aaill f U " beSldesT,that'. IVe left you another legacv. a funny one I ve g.ven-you the garden.'" thPrl "Prwi Catherine knew it for he pride and the everyday delicht of the old ueart. . , " ,, YtTtTU x,?dcrstaml hat the garden is to me. If I leave it to you. it shows how much I prize you It means a bite right out of the e-ate, e-ate, but I want you to have it. Besides, it shows how much I trust you. I know you'll take care ot it. Mary Catherine nodded. Her eves "were full of tears. f ' T,U j1-0"1 "iarr-v ov awa or shouldn't feel like tending it, that's another thing," said the old lady, with a rallying of her great good sense. I hen you must abandon it at once. Plow it up. Grass it over. ' "I sha'n't plow it up," said Mary Catherine, soberly. so-berly. "Jt won t be grassed over." Madam Weir awakened to a sudden interest. '1 want to tell you two or three things about it. she continued. "If I were leaving children to be taken care of. I should like the people in charge of them to know all about their peculiarities. peculiari-ties. Uell you're going to adopt my garden. Xow there that lilac dawn by the fence splendid great bush, but it won't bloom. Child, don't vou get out of patience with it. Promise me you won't." m "Xo," said Mary Catherine, "i won't ever be impatient." "Then there's the Jadies'-delights. Over and over I've tried to transplant them into some other part of the garden, but they're very wilful. Thev tust won't go. But don't you fore them. Let them stay where they take root. Thev like it better." bet-ter." . "They sha'n't be interfered with," Mary Catherine Cath-erine pledged herself. "Peonies, too- I used to play all sorts of tricks with them when I was new at gardening, moving them, dividing them why, I scarcely got a bloom for years. Peonies are old folks, but splendid splen-did to deal with, once you know their ways. That one out by the gate I always feel as if it liked to sit there and see the" passing. You won't move it j" "I promise you," said her friend. "I won't move it." "Some time next week we'll go over the garden, plant by plant, and I'll tell all their family history. A few of them are young, only a year or two old. But some why. Mary Catherine, they are the children chil-dren of the larkspur and the sweet-william I had when I began housekeeping and gardening, fifty years ago." "Like this. year's kitten." said Mary Catherine, with another wise little attempt at safer conversational conver-sational paths. "I suppose this year's kitten is descended in a direct line from the Maltest you had when I was a little girl." "I always liked a Maltee," said Madam Weir, absently. Then she roused - herself, and talked about the day's doings, cooking and the farm. When 3Iary Catherine rose to go. the old lady got up and went into the house to bring her out a letter. "You going to the mail?" she asked. "This is for Dick. T wish you'd take it. There ! I haven't sealed it, after all. You do it, dear." Mary Catherine walked down the garden path, the letter in her hand. When she reached the jrrtpe arbor, she turned aside and went through it to a secluded corner of the plot. There was no harry, for the mail would not go out until afternoon. after-noon. She mounted the wall in the corner, and sat there on a fiat stone she knew. It had been an armchair ever since she was seven, and had chosen this coiner for the,, "best room" in her playhouse. She looked up toward the garden with a seriousness co,ual to Madam Weir's in her retrospective surrey. sur-rey. Mary Catherine thought of that, and smiled. I' seemed as if the troubles of youth and age weighed very much the same. . (To be continued.) |