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Show ...Our Boys and Girls... EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. This department la conducted solely la the latex tsts of our girl and boy readers. Aunt Busy Is glad to bear any tlmo rrora th nieces nnd nephews who read this page, and to five tbtrx all the advice and help In her power. Write on one side of the paper only. Do not have letters too lone Original stories and verses will be gladly received and carefully edited. The manuscripts or contributions not accepted wlD fre returned. Address all tetters to Aunt Busy. tnterznount&J f rtthoiic, Salt Lake City. The Aim. 0 Thou who lovest not alone The swift success, the instant goal, Hut. hast a lenient eye to mark The failures of the inconstant soul. Consider not my little -worth, The mean achievement, scamped in act; The high resolve and low result, The dream that durst not face the fact. Hut count the reach of my desire, j Let this be something in Thy sight I 1 have not. in the slothful dark, f Forgot the Vision and the Height. ; .Wither my body nor my soul To earth's low ease will yield consent, 1 praise Thee for my will to strive, J blrss Thy goad of discontent. Charles G. D. Roberts. j THE TESTING OF MARGARET. ; Apparently Margaret Sunderland possessed everything that goes to make life exceedingly ,;!py good looks, a sweet disposition, a beautiful lioDif and a large circle of friends all contributed in making her " . most enjoyable; yet her friends v (' often pu .. by the care-worn and sad expression ex-pression whic frequently seen on her face. L'ut the soluk .. ic very simple. .Margaret's oth died when she was a child, . lid. about fivi .' t before cuir story opens, her father had marrie-i i.;;in. Margaret's step-mother vn a Protester . vL e Margaret was a Catholic, ;iiid. although the two Avere the most agreeable and t-liwrt eompanicrs. hoy patterned their lives after ry different idcalr. Mrs. Sunderland was a wurldly-minded fcociVy woman, and at the present Time her chief ambition was to find a wealthy and mi it able husband for her pretty step-daughter, a match that would bring the ''Sunderland.'' name into prominence in the society columns of the newspapers. news-papers. One afternoon Margaret was in the library reading, when Mrs. Sunderland came hurriedly in, excitomnet and delight plainly visible in her face. "Margaret," the said, ''I've just been talking t ' Mrs. Ashton. She has invited us to a dinner party on Friday night, wheich she is givin in honor of that delightful Mr. Phillips, the author about whom we have heard so much. She is especially espe-cially anxious that you meet him; he is a young bachelor, and is reported to be immensely wealthy." "I f he is the Mr. Phillips who wrote 'Adven-tures 'Adven-tures in Spain,' I should like to meet him," said .Margaret, carelessly. "And, by the way. Margaret," said Mrs. Sunderland, Sun-derland, moving toward the door. "Mrs. Ashton says his ancestors came over in the 'Mayflower,'' and Lis father was a Methodist minister, so for 'Phillips' 'Phil-lips' sake,' don't mention you're a Catholic, that's a dear girl! I'm so anxious to have you make a lavorahle impression I' "Very well, I will remember," said Margaret, quietly. Friday evening, Margaret paid particular attention at-tention to her toilet, for she felt a curious desire to meet this author, concerning whom the had lizard so many interesting thincs. Most of the guests had arrived when Mrs. Sun-rlerland Sun-rlerland and she reached the Ashtons home, and in a few minutes Mrs. Ashton was introducing a tall, handsome young man to Margaret, and saying, laughingly, uMr. Phillips, you are to take Miss Sunderland in to dinner, and, Margaret, I want you in prove to Mr. Phillips that American girls are tuice as nice as the Spanish 'senoritas' he thinks i re f-o charming." In a few minutes Margaret was chatting with Mr. Phillips as if they were old friends. He was in the midst of an interesting account of one of Lis journeys through Italy when the signal was tiven to march to the dining room. Dinner was being served, and Margaret was just preparing to enjoy some delicious looking turkey, uhen a remark from across the table arrested her i t tent ion. "Oh. no," the person across the table was say-i:g. say-i:g. 'I never thought of today being Friday, the 1lirte-nth, or I would have cancelled the engagement!" engage-ment!" Margaret's heart gave a bound; today was Friday, Fri-day, and f-he was just about to eat meat. She was ruictly contenting herself with bread and salad, v hei) Mr. Phillips' quick eyes detected that she was j ating scarcely anything. "Miss Sunderland," he exclaimed in his clear, pleasant voice, which could be easily heard the en-lire en-lire length of the table, "you have not touched your meat: JJont you like turkey r "Why, Margaret," said Mrs. Ashton. in a surprised sur-prised tone, "I thought you were very fond of tur-i.ey! tur-i.ey! What is the trouble with it?" Poor Margaret, with the eyes of every one centered cen-tered upon her, felt the blood surging up into her aee iu great hot waves. For one minute she felt 'empted to make some trivial excuse; then, despis-in- her weakness, she answered quietly, "Nothing i- the matter, Mrs. Ashton, but I am a Catholic, : ! do not eat meat on Friday." An embarrassed silence followed her reply, r.nd every one resumed the conversation without I'lriher comment. But Margaret, sitting there M'iih burning cheeks, could feel the frowning disapproval dis-approval on her step-mother's face and the absolute sleuee of Mr. Phillips, while, strangely enough, :iis thought kept running through her mind, "His ; i etors came over in the 'Mayflower.' " Finally, the dinner came to an end, and for the '' 'M of the evening, Margart-t did not once have an ut unity of speaking to Mr. Phillips. Keenly ! H-e-itjve, she imagined that he purposely avoided r. "I never dreamed that a man' could be so nar-!'"v nar-!'"v -mindeHl," she mused, bitterly grieved; "he has 'ided me since the moment I said I was a Catli-'!:!" Catli-'!:!" And pleading a headache, she made her ' .vu-e to the hostess and stole quietly away, hoping ii" iie would miss her. But as she descended the '-'airs from the cloakroom, she saw Mr. Phillips Handing at the bottom waiting for her. "Miss Sunderland.' he said gravely, "I deeply regret that my stupidity should have caused you my embarrassment this evening; eyt I cannot refrain re-frain from telling you what edificatioii you gave r. ,. . e- or a long time I have admired and studied the Catholic religion and I am coming to the final conviction that it is the one true faith. Tonight you have strengthened that conviction. May I be permitted to call on you tomorrow? I look forward for-ward to a long talk." And Margaret, with a happy smile on her face, held out her hand to him and said frankly, "I shall be delighted to have you come ! "Horace M. Casev , m The Magnificat. NEW TO HIM. Lieutenant Colonel Hackett of the Itoyal Dublin Dub-lin Fusiliers tells this story: A squad of raw recruits were being drilled by an irritable drill sergeant. The command "Double'' was given and all the men obeyed with the exception excep-tion of one, who remained standing and gazing , vacantly around. "Why, man. haven't you learned anything about doublin' yet V roared the irate sergeant. A gleam of intelligence passed over the face of the recruit as he replied: "Xo, sir; I'm a Cork man." "Tommy Atkins." It was the custom of the British war office at one time to furnish each soldier with a little pocket manual in which was to be entered his name, the date of his enlistment, and other particulars of the individual private or non-eommissoined officer. In sending out blank forms for information, the department de-partment used the name "Tommy Atkins, just as in legal papers in this country the names John Doe and Richard Roe appear where the actual name is not known. In this way . Tommy Atkins became the nickname of the British soldier as Jack Tar is of the sailor. Lee Helped Him. General Robert E. Lee was sitting on the veranda ve-randa of his Lexington home one afternoon engaged en-gaged in conversation with some friends when a man, ill clothed and covered with dust, appeared at the gate and timidly beckoned to the general. Apologizing to his friends, Lee rose at once and went to the gate. Very soon his purse appeared, and he was seen to give the man some money. His friends, knowing the extent of his charity in any case of suffering, real or apparent, looked on with some impatience, for they knew how slender his means were then and how many calls of the same kind came to him. "General, who was that V one of them ventured when he had returned to his place. "One of our boys in trouble," was the half-smiling half-smiling answer, for the general knew the remonstrance remon-strance which his friend was longing to make. "What regiment and company did he belong to?" persisted the friend, anxious, if possible, to unearth the suspected fraud. "Oh, he he fought on the other side," was-General was-General Lee's calm answer. An Unkind Postoffice. The burly farmer strode anxiously into the post-office. post-office. "Have 'you a letter for Mike Howe?" he asked. The new postmaster looked him up and down. "For who?" he snapped. "Mike Howe," repeated the farmed. The postmaster turned aside. "I don't understand," he returned stiffly. Don't understand!" roared the applicant. "Can't you understand plain English? I asked if you've got any letter for Mike Howe ! " "Well, I haven't," snorted the postmaster. "Xeither have I got a letter for anybody else's cow ! Get out." London Answers. Just in Time. A German shoemaker left the gas turned on in his shop one night, and upon arriving in the morning morn-ing struck a match to light it. There was a terrific ter-rific explosion, and the shoemaker was blown out through the door almost to the middle of the street. A passer-by rushed to his assistance, and, after helping him to arise, inquired if he was injured. The little German gazed at his place of business, which was now burning qute briskly, and said, "Xo, I aint hurt. But I got out shust in time. Eh?" Lippiucot.t's. Table All Right. "Do you have a good table?" asks the prospective prospec-tive guest. "It is first rate," answers the man who has just returned. "Solid oak, with heavy legs, and a polished pol-ished top." Behind the Times. Sir Ernest Shackleton at the luncheon iu his honor given by the Pilgrims in Xew York, said of a piece of geographical ignorance: "It was incredible. It reminded me of a little waiting maid. As she brought me my tea and toast and bloater one morning, I said to her, 'What a rainy morning, Mary! It's almost like the flood.' "'The Flood, sir?' said the little maid. She looked at me with a puzzled smile. " 'Yes,' said I. 'The Flood Xoah. you know j the Ark Mount Ararat.' "She shook her head and murmured apologetically, apologetical-ly, 'I ain't had no time to read the papers latelv, sir.' " A Catch. This will puzzle any one who does not. know it. Put three coins on the table, and pick them up one at a time, counting "One, two, three." Put them down again, one at a time, counting "Four, five six." Pick them up again, counting "Seven, eight, nine." but when you get to "nine," hold tip the coin quickly, and put it down again. Then put the other two down, counting "Ten, eleven.' ' You appear to have altered the multiplication table, and made four times three eleven. Xow give the coins to any one else and ask him to do it. He will assuredly fail, even if he partly sees through the trick, because the coins must be on the table at the beginning. Benziger's Magazine. The Right to Vote a Vain and Empty Triumph. Tlve literature of the suffragette propaganda bases its campaign on contentions like the following": follow-ing": "Womankind has been oppressed and disfranchised disfran-chised for centuries. Her inferiority is but the product of education and custom and can be overcome over-come by the same means. Woman must be rescued from slavery!" Then follows the insinuation, never broadly stated, but asserted nevertheless, that "mothers are obsolescent." To such contentions we, of the Catholic viewpoint, view-point, oppose the following: We admit the equality equal-ity of the sexes in many points. But the idea of humanity is that of organic unity. One sex should be the complement of the other. Absolute social and legal equality, then, for men and women alike, is contrary to true human development and divine law. The woman of women, "our tainted nature's solitary boast," the mother of God, portrays the only true types of womanhood, and they are virginity vir-ginity and motherhood. These two concepts, virginity vir-ginity and motherhood, contain no glimmer of ballot-box or the privilege of vote. The spheres of activity which predicate the home and not the ballot are within the natural province of woman. Improper education is a great factor in the growth of the suffragette movement. Our godless schools have implanted false ideas of life, eradicated erad-icated those of eternity, and consequently the noisy, cigarette-smoking suffragette, the overeducated lady of leisure, the screechy club-woman all these neglect the home, lead their sisters "away from domesticity" do-mesticity" and subvert the true ideas of womanhood. Antiquity of Needlework. It hs been said that when Moses wrote and Homer Ho-mer sang, needlework was no new thing. It takes precedence of painting, as the earliest method of representing figures was that of the needle. From the earliest times sacerdotal vestments were embroidered em-broidered with symbolical and Scriptural subjects. It is, curious to reflect that this branch of the art is carried on today, almost identical in pattern and design that is as regards the bestments of the Christian Church; and finds employment for many clever fingers. "The coat of fine linen, the embroidered em-broidered girdle, the wonderful hangings, full of mystic meaning, that decked the walls of the tabernacle tab-ernacle of the Lord," all are described in full in the Book o Exodus. The Egyptians, with whom the ort of embroidery embroid-ery was general, and from whom the Jews are supposed sup-posed to have derived their skill in needlewor'k, produced figured clothes by the needle and the loom, and introduced gold wire into their work with great effect. It was not the work of slaves. Queens deemed' it an honor to occupy their leisure hours in delineating delin-eating with the needle the achievements of their heroes. Homer makes f r equent allusions to embroidery. |