(rUDiTEo by Aunt Busy) 1 Salt Lake City, Jan. 6, 1900. My Dear Aunt Kusy: I hope you are well. I have had the scarlet fever but I am well now. I j like to read the stories and letters in the paper. I learned to speak two of j the pieces. I have a real nice auntie away back in Ireland. She is a sister, j love the Sisters and some day I am jroinff ti be one. Good bye Auntie 13uy. Your loving niece. MIRIAM M'KAY. Denver, Jan. S, 1900. Dear Aunt Busy: 1 am a. little girl 9 years old. I go to school every day. This is the first letter let-ter I ever wrote in my life. 1 have a. great big- dMl that can say mamma. 1 trot it for Christmas. The one I had last year is very old and torn. I call her Aunt Busy. I am joins' to write to you soon airain. Your loving- niece, NELLIE DILLON. Og-'den, Jan. 7, 1900. Dear Aunt Busy: I wrote you a letter a Ions' time ago and my mamma wouldent let me send it because the words were not spelled right. I hone this one is spelled better. AVe are going to have a nice new church very soon. There was a nice picture of it in the paper. Did you, see it Aunt Busy? I will not write any more this time. Good bye, your friend, LILY LINDSEY. Bidding their mothers a fond good-bye, Their sweethearts a last adieu. They sailed away to Manila bay, I Those gallant boys in blue. Their friends at home o.wait a message ; From hived ones far across the sea. To seme the news brings joy and gladness, j To others pain and misery. To the gray-haired mother waiting I For tidings of the one she loved so well. The message suys her darling boy has fallen, fal-len, Pierceel to the heart by the enemy's shell. It told her how, in far away Manila, Her son lay wounded, dying all alone. Thinking of God, of his country and free-ilom: free-ilom: Dreaming of mother, of friends and of home; Thinking of how she had blessed him at leaving. Praying that God would guide him aright, Sadlv she thinks how her brave boy is sleeping In a seildier's grave at Manila tonight. AGNES MATHEWS.