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Show ffffloman's Wor1d Conducted by Helene Valeau." f i - i KmES ANSWERS. I 1 Sv-u wiH reply lo all ques-f ques-f t;-f '"piinlne readers of I i5kP0BI,;.(ln" I'atholic. The -well l-lTfr hii.1 authority of her f ...n " . introduction to those ' l" rf7nr;':r '.vlt'.i her ability. Miss : 1 jdj" ,'. '.'jVp s kindly and personal V;css ttj: Vi.n0 write to her and ro rin ra'rs !n FPelr,K tnat their : ' f:,Scr fi-e snMvered fully and care-i care-i i ;r;;jr:T-r;1o nrlv on one side of the ' A eV ? letters to Miss Helens ,n'iermr.untaln Catholic. ; ;;i?a- ' 4 Aj;y5 va1su: ricase tell mo ,-oo'k roi'-I creamed chicken. S. : '-'i Lke. .; 1P!;(?rr a full-breasted pul-; pul-; jjj'pp f;ioi:t three pounds. Also 1 T'jwn sneoi breads until they be- fXiU: "ut ih sweetbreads into i Vi!:T. and the chicken as I l!f: rr.-! .-rod sirm one pound of fresh I; f,V..;om? ; n,i sa u,e them lightly in I r'- Nr' '"irit one rounded table- IC'jl'f'i '"tcr, an( add to it an f rjuan;i: or nour. nen inese i fy v'i ir.f' Uily, pour into it grrad- 'i ''T'rftf-liair P'!'t pf scalded sweet II jri siir until it is thick and jd y.'iir chicken, sweetbreads C-'jVi'.ron-.iis. stir them well through, '"iiiir the w'nolc into a buttered bak- T "j'sh or ramekins, sprinkle the top I frIIn?ic ;;nu dot with butter. 1 ..p'jichtiy and bake about twenty f'i a' moderate oven. Salt and S 'Z'r to tas;-- are. of course, added lit mar.i nuo. ; I I Saturday Night. ; . th- littie hats all in a row, I j,..-,.;,- f,-,r !""' mass tomorrow, you J ' know: i r-."irc cr f?cs and little black fists I .'''.'Lg ";rif!'.i r-Mdy and fit to be kissed, t'vjic tiicJii into clean garments and T.hiie- r.. -t "hut mothers are doing to- '""'!;:;!:: ;..;-po:;t !-.'i;nB m the little worn hose, ;".v';iT by shoes that are worn through : the t'T; I ij-'izs c'fr garments so faded and rr,hit a :rither knows where to be-1 be-1 fir,? I r:;-:;iic a button to make It look L"rir!:t- 1 'j what mothers are doing tone!' to-ne!' t! f; -t her little ones all round her iliair. ; v-srrs: then lisp forth their soft even-"! even-"! ' h's rrayer; E th',:n stories of Jesus of old. ; I fi.phnd. who pathers the lambs - j t" Kis fold: I h :nc ih'-ni listen with childish de- I ,s what mother? are doing to-' I aht; '7:,:p S' y'ft'y to take a last peep j I .:' tlv t"kn of childhood's first I I sleep: 1 - t know if the dear ones are j . warm. j s I .;np the hlankt round each little , ' I l?r? each little face, rosy and I ': I bricht- :x. v v liat mothers are doing lo- I i::':;nc dev. r, gently beside the white j ! : -i nekly. bowing her head; fyirg only a mother can pray, o-! p-jldp and keep them from going JT' are telling w ith angels' delight :r. :.- v.hat moth.ers are doing to- STORYETTES. ' gtnd was showing an , ; tourist the famous tombs at .1 y "This, sir." said he, "is the ; ;'."b of tii? frreatept naval 'ero the J I rr':i ?vc' F-n Lord Nelson. This , far-or.harus weighs forty-two , ta. H:r.:3e that is a steel receptacle 'f'l v,:c'is tw-lv tons, an' hinside vit''f''!" easket weighing two tons. i! the mahogany coffin .l.'?.:"'' !'"":h(s of the great 'ero." '-."sHid the tourist, after a mo-I mo-I ; thoueht, "I guess you've If b ever gets out of that, 'tc,n me at my expense." ' ,!'r7"n;?,,'v', Jn1ln Sharp Williams .'.'. '.8 rolith a rampaign in Missis- ,:f a '-r-rtain Colonel Robinson f nnnirr for congress on the Re- f.". t:ir.r:'r,rni!- f "lection day one cVJ of the Republican can- Irl,! r,'3:"f"'i to meet an old negro ... . as Mose Thompson, a:.l;r,!: i't;;".ar'1 coir tf) vot for Colonel I " v n'i 'd'" yr'u !lc't?' I Wp!" 1 Koil1' to vote fer the iVcl7-,0' f'l? 'or the man who ,V! c y"lir iace its due oppor-: oppor-: "Vri k ,nsR v ho ld them in a u:c,,U c ?rcr? len't it nly honor--:ri ',t,.,''va5r',"s to vote for him?" ty:n",:- f'rr'i"d Mose. "i ain't I ' i'' Iv,V' 'er !,:r 'A',nel. I's goin' i !-, Kn ciiiv'lrous an' vole J ' c-i;u!r.ia:, that give me 55." I E''r ' ; ' r ? t"e famous Rich- I y s""-''idan. that one day I ! 'v ' " !'' frln hootinfr, with j ' b'j,',' . 'C' J:''! sr,r!'1s a number of 'j 'ti v4 '' ' d. 'Ahiip iit-3r by a man 5 c ' i ri f- nee watchiner them. I M" 'ake for a shot at the . ! , .. I ",' ' f' 'liar! thoughtfully, ; :l " -rf-'gn." t ;' t:c , '.".' . S!)''!"'dan. and he fired ' j , ';' r" ',,f. the flock, killing a f 4: i',,1'0' ' ' ll! afrai(? you made I I-. c'-c;r.. ra:- Sheridan, laugh- I " '...,!.' xb'.ut that." the man ' r' ,:,,t ,y ducks." j Docley Raps Congress. I V'V hf!U'r rr 1h' eounthry if l ! "Dw',' '.' r ,i'r;-" fair Mr. Hennes- i .1',,. np frowS ith n , Md Mr !";Mnlc;, T;n barm. Why not ''en .'tr"''or Jin' discuss th' tar-J tar-J 'tL' r,f,'! ;'.lrs'' navy, th' Jhreas-f Jhreas-f ' 'v-.i f'.'. ' ''''Partmint an' other nVovp. f '' "Poriance? Th' only h ,', '.s.s R'0flf! on an' nobody i ''M:,, ' n1v" flalcs with pub-ft pub-ft u'::,,1'";- wan. alse iver talks 'r !'f"iViV,iry :'r ''' Shrink. ' Who th- r, r,v" nslble men discus-; discus-; xv";r harbor bill or wan iv. 'r';,:!!n? rir you an' ye'er ;s H.kL, "'. at night an' debate - grr4, ' ,:'r'1" or free rural deliv-f"" deliv-f"" Jii'.T ti 1V;kK that ivry day fr ;"r w-j,,' U!i' p;nd congress to th j''uW.j j' :'",! m" with me face fc'n, ,,. ! "af-!'' a.r anger gleam-'- .ve. 'tis not about th' rail- road situation I'm thinkin', but about tne tight shoes. Whin ye see me with me head bowed in thought, it's not whondhrin' about th' threasury surplus I am. but meditatin on how I'm goln'i to raise th' money fr th monthly rent Xo. sir. as th' pote says, I care not who makes th' laws Iv me counthrv, so long as I make enough to get along. Wh!n-iver Wh!n-iver congress gets passing laws on th' care iv childher or th previntion iv baldness, thinkin' men will go to congress." con-gress." The Child In the House. The old-fashioned way of bringinr up children, while it is despised by modern mothers, has much to its credit In those days of decent living, children obeyed. There was no palaver about it but when a parent said that a child must do a thing, that thing was done on the minute. Possibly those old-timers did not know all the latest scientific methods of feeding their children, but they managed man-aged to rear a fairly healthy race. The '"uiicu uoeior looked over the one who seemed' to be a little under the weather and prescribed diet, freedom from school, plenty of sleep, and a moderate amount of plav. Usually n week or two of care was all that was needed. Nowadays nothing less than entire change of air, a sea voyage, a trained nurse, and, above all, absolute freedom from contradiction seems to be necessary. About the way in -which some mothers moth-ers endure their children's annoying behavior be-havior in other women's houses there is nothing but condemnation. Their children are perfect and must not be crossed. A story of one may be Interesting. Inter-esting. At an Informal tea, a voung woman, contrary to all rules, brought her beautiful small boy and sat absolutely abso-lutely blind and deaf while the child cavorted around and around the table around the tea table. He was a "squir-cus "squir-cus horse." and he ran making clutches at the glass, the lamp, the flowers and the linen on It. A nervous woman, not a modern mother, said: "Mrs. Archibald, Archi-bald, are you not afraid your little boy will overturn the table?" The mother, i who was blandly giving out a stream ! of small talk, said: "Maurice, dear, i turn and run the other way, for Mrs. Roberts is afraid you will grow dizzy." That was all. Not a word against the uproar, not a quiver of fear lest h overturn the table. Suppose he did? What of it? He was the one perfect object in the whole world. Won't he be a nuisance, even greater than he is now. when he is a large boy? Won't he be a bully when he is a man? Do not imagine that because your children are perfect in your eyes that others are blind to their faults. Do not flatter yourself that other women enjoy seeing their cherished possessions destroyed, even if it Is done by your fondly-loved offspring. If the woman who lets her children disturb others, who is blind to their tormenting pranks because of her foolish love, who lacks common honesty hon-esty as she lets them destroy the belongings be-longings of others, could hear the criticisms crit-icisms which are justly provoked bv her conduct, perhaps she might learn a lesson. Union and Times. My Babyl un, wny are your ueauiuui eyes so red. Fair lady? They have taken my baby out of bed, My baby: Speak sooth, your babe has gone up to God, Fair lady. His little feet, little feet were not shod, My baby. Eut the road that leads to the heavenly heaven-ly town Is all over clouds as soft as down, Fair lady. The way of the clouds is long and dim, I would I were there to carry him. My baby. He will be helped by cherubs bright, A fair new star for a lamp they light, Sweet lady! The way to the heavenly town is long, I would I could sing him a cradle song, My baby. Our Lord stands waiting at heaven's door. And Mary lother runs on before, Sweet lady. Oh he will feel strange in the heavenly street. My baby. But the happy innocents he will meet, Fair lady. i For the comely food he will cry, and gaze, My baby. They 'will make him a feast in the heavenly place. Our Lord will be there to speak the grace, And Mary Mother, with godly grace, Fair lady. The heavenly town will grow so dear. He will forget his mother here. My baby. He shall think of his mother in all the cheer, He shall not forget in a thousand year, Fair lady. W. B. Rands. The Instinct of Gentleness. The instinct of self-control, of gentleness, gentle-ness, of consideration and forethought and quick sympathy, which go to make up what we call good breeding: the absence ab-sence of noiPe and hurry, the thousand and one little ways by which we can please people, or avoid displeasing them are all taught us by our own hearts. Good manners are the fine flowers of civilization. And everybody can have them. M always say that one of the best bred men of my acquaintance is Mr. Jarvis. the mason. I have known him to come out of a cistern to speak to me, dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt: and his bow and his manner and the poiiteness of his address would have done credit to any gentleman in the world. Sucan Collfdge. Hetty Green's Son. Hetty Green, the eccentric old "richest "rich-est woman in America," was thus reported re-ported in an interview last week: "My son Ned was brought up as a voung man should be, according to my ideas " she. continued after a little paue "He was looked after right. I ivas brought up as a Quaker, myself, but Ned was sent to a Roman Catholic school in Pennsylvania because we knew he would be under close restraint! there and w ould not have so many j temptations as In other colleges. ..'you know, one time not long ago, she continued with a chuckle "somebody "some-body asked him what church he belonged be-longed to. and he replied: 'I was born I ouaker I was educated as a Cath-oH? Cath-oH? and by profession 1 suppose they ?all tne a Jew That last, you know. mS be,cause he was making so much money Mrs Green explained with another an-other chuckle. Sun Baths for Nerves. "Imitate your cat. madam, and take d sun bath these spring mornings if jcu want to get rid of your nerves," -aifJ a Boston specialist to one of his Patients recently. "See how lazy and nappy pussy looks as he stretches his , ;J' and blinks his eyes in the morning- sun. if cats had nerve diseases "us would be the best thing in the world to cure them. "Every sanitarium has its sun room now, but women ought not to wait till "rey have reached the sanitarium stage of breaking down before they indulge in-dulge in anything as cheap as a sun oath. Any woman who has a south window and an easy-chair can have a sun bath every morning this spring if she only determines to take it. If the Potatoes have to be peeled, or the stockings darned, they can be done miring the sun bath, hut the best way or all is to take it Just as the cat does, m the laziest fashion possible. Run the shade way up to the Sash, move our chair within range of the sunlight sun-light and luxuriate for half an hour. It s better than gallons of spring medi-e.ne, medi-e.ne, an(j may Pave jlours and ilours Gf ,.ie5,s or laying n bed later on. "One of my patients who had a severe se-vere case of nervous prostration last spring brought herself out of it after i naa tried everything, just by chasing the sun around the house from window to window, so that she got every bit that came in during the day. "Indian women have the most plaeid nerves of any race of people in the world, presumably, and doctors are beginning be-ginning to think it is because they sit in the sun so much. An Indian woman Is as fond of the sun outside her wigwam wig-wam as the cat is of his favorite sun spot. They sit in it and vegetate for hours at a time, scarcely winking the eyes. "There's no 'danger of women vegetating vege-tating these days, so it's quite safe to advise one to git in the sun as much as she can. It's good for her, anyway, but especially so if she's nervous." The Girl for Him. A Scotchman, wishing to know his fate at once, telegraphed a proposal of marriage to the lady of his choice. After spending the entire day at the telegraph office he was finally rewarded late in the evening by an affirmative answer. "If I were you." suggested the operator oper-ator when he delivered the message, "I'd thiifk twice before I'd marry a girl that kept me waiting all day for my answer." "Na, na," retorted the Scot. "The lass who waits for the night rates is the lass for me." Everybody's Magazine. RETURN. I said I had forgotten her. That I had put away -Our memories of Paradise Until the Judgment Day; That nevermore the laughing earth Should see us Jiand in hand. That I long since she shut the door Of our old fairyland. Then, on a sudden, came strange news Upon the gossip wind: My love of those sweet years ago, Great God 1 my love was blind. I said the news must be a lie; Cruel as are the years. They could not be so merciless To such great eyes as hers. Oh. little child of long ago. God grant the news untrue Except for one strong, selfish thought That I may come to you, And sit beside you in the dark, And, as in Paradise I gave you all my breaking heart, Now bring to you my eyes. Richard Le Gallfenne. in Harpers. |