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Show j 1 IXTTEB-WKITING DIRECTIONS. W rite on one side of paper only. Io not have letters too long. I -? Address all letters to "Aunt Busy. in. termoumain Catholic. ! ' "MY ROSARY BEADS." j -k A A little pair of Rosary Beads, . f As il;'.in as nlain can be, I But only God in heaven knows f ) How dear they are to me. ! i I have them always with me i At everv. step 1 take, At evening when 1 slumber, f At morning when 1 wake. ! In b'riRht and cloudy weather, ; In Ptinshim? or in rain, In haji'iiness or sorrow. n ileasure or in pain. It helps me in my strucgles. It reproves me when m sin, Jt. look of pentle patience Kebukes the strife within. In davs of pain and anguish The" greatest help 1 knew AVas to hold my Rosary Reads Until 1 calmer grew. So when the time approaches That 1 will have to die, 1 1 hope my little Rosary Beads AVill close beside me lie. That the holy name of Jesus Mav be the last 1 say. ! And, "kissing my sweet Kovary -Beads, I .My soul shall pass away. , BABY'S LOGIC. ft- She was ironing her dolly's new gown, t i Maid Marian. 4 years old. ' i With her brows puckered down In a painstaking frown i Under her tresses of gold. : ' j . . i 'Twas Sundav. and nurse coming in, ' ? &f Exclaimed, in a tone of surprise: "Don't vou know it's a sin j Any work to begin On the day the Lord sanctifies? ''. ' Then, lifting her face like a we, Thus answered this wise little to... "Now. don't you suppose The good Lord lie knows This little iron I'lrk Tribune. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. : Dear Nieces and Nephews Aunt Busy will soon run out of "say," unless un-less she receives some more letters from her dear boys and girls. Are you ell studying hard? Aunt Busy would ': love to hear from more of her thil- j dren about special promotions. This week one dear little niece has written 1 i' about a special promotion, and she ; 1 tells what reward she receives from I her devoted papa. Now, Aunt Busy I would like to hear such stories from '-' J more of you. Aunt Busy would like to receive some Thanksgiving stories, 5 too. Now, why not write some? Aunt 1 Busy will anxiously wait for some i pplendid tales from now until Nov. 28. ! Your loving AUNT BUSY. I LETTERS AND ANSWERS. ! i Salt Lake City, Nov. 1. pear Aunt Busy Have all the Salt i . Lake little folks forgotten you? I haven't. 1 had another special promo- j tion given me two weeks ago. I have now $5 promotion money. ttiid expect ! another dollar when school closes for the holidays. I now have two hand- f some Belgian hares. ' 1 have a lovely play house, all nicely i papered. I have a doll bed, bureau, tables, trunk, swing, stove, dishes, I piano, chairs, four large dolls, a doll f buggy and lots of other playthings, i and of course I have lots of playmates. play-mates. My little kitty is dead: but I ihave its mamma. Lovingly yours, HULDAROSE BROWN. Dear Little Huldarose: Aunt Busy was indeed glad to hear from you. She surely thought that her little dark-eyed dark-eyed niece had forgotten her. Aunt j ;. Busy heartily congratulates you on your promotion. If you keep on work- ing so hard, papa will go bankrupt giving you so much money, but he is '. very delighted surely, and is only glad ' t.i spend money on his bright little daughter. Too bad about the kitty, ; but having its mother is a comfort. Butte City, Nov. 3. My Dear Aunt Busy: How do you i do? I am very sorry to neglect you for so long, but 1 have been busy. I ( i am studying very hard: have received ! i a special promotion lately. I will leave I the eighth grade next year if I pass I all the examinations. . We had a spell- . f ing match last week 'and our side beat. ' r I was the captain of our side. Were you ever in a spelling match? I felt I very sorry to hear that Uncle Busy was sick. Is he better now? My papa i bad rheumatism for several months, ' "V but he is better now. Well, good-bye, Aunt Busv. From your loving niece, I FLORENCE ADAMS. Delighted to h?ar from you again, , Florence. Yes. you have neglected Aunt Busy, but she knows that you . : :,re busy. She is glad to know that I you are studying hard and she is i "leased to hear about the promotion. Yes. Aunt Busy was in many a spell- I 'ing match ami she was often captain of her side. Uncle Busy is very well I now. thank you, and Aunt Busy is pleased to know that you dear papa is well. Denver, Colo., Nov. 2. iDear Aunt Busy: I am going to write you a Jew lines to let you knew that I i,.,--- -. r).- iiiiv baby sister. She only came last Sunday and we are go- i . to njvf ner oapcized next week. I 1 We are going to name her Margaret i have two brothers and I am very j proud of my little sister. Rev. Father i ' o'Kyan will baptize her. Do you Know Father O'Ryan. Aunt Busy? I love S' him very dearly. Our baby has blue '-. eyes. You like blue eyed babies, Aunt Y Busy. 'Well, I must stop. Good-bye. t I From your loving niece, I AGNES O'NEIL. I f Dear little niece. Aunt Busy is de- 5 jf lighted to hear about the darling baby j f " - a hsnttlful ' J name. Yes, Aunt Busy knows Rev. It - i.a.. nd tine thinks h5m a I tiph-ndid priest. Aunt Busy loves all cabies, little girl, but she does really 'think that blue eyed babies are too lovely for words. Mercur, Utah, Nov. 2. Dear Aunt Busy: I thought I would write to you to let you know that I am 7 years old. I was born on George Washington's birthday and my name is Robert Emmet Washington Ward. Mamma thinks I have written enough. Sister Marguerite will write soon. Your loving nephew, R. E. W. WARD. A glad welcome, Robert! Do you know that you are the first nephew to write from Mercur? . Aunt Busy trusts that other boys at your home will follow your good' example and will write too. You have a splendid name. Of course you know that Robert Rob-ert Emmett and George Washington were the very grandest characters in history. Try to be like them. nephew-Robert. nephew-Robert. Write more next time, and have little Marguerite write also. Much love from Aunt Busy. Once a Ragged' Boy. About forty years ago. says th3 Ledger Monthly, a ragged little boy na ' A Tommy used to sit on the piers at Glasgow and watch the boats skim-rring skim-rring over the waters. He was neglecting neg-lecting the mepsnger service, for which he was paid 60 cents a veek; but he could not help that, for the yachts f sc'nated him. One day he said: "When I grow up to be a rich man I'll have a yacht of my own, the fnest and fastest that was ever built." Suddenly Tommy disappeared, and a letter postmarked New York told the old folks how he had run away to America to make his fortune. Prosperity proved somewhat coy, but the young emigrant managed to save enonrh to pay his own way home to Casgow. That boy declares today that his frst trip here made him. for it taught him "Yankee shrewdness and enterprise." His fathe" had managed to amass a "fortune" of $400, and this who e amount was invested in a little provision shop. This was tha humble beginning of Sir hmas Lipton's 450 stores in all rarts of the world. He is the largest individual Jand owner in Ceylon, where h culti ate1? tea. cofee and cocoa: In London, among a hundred other lines, he is contractor for the British army and navy; he has warehouses in Colombo Co-lombo and Calcutta: in Chicago his pack'ng house kills 3,000 hogs a day; he sells tea in New York, makes candy in London, run' a restaurant that cost .."0C.'O. wh"ra 12r00 are fd daily at a ba'fpenny a head. Despite his $50,-00,ro0 $50,-00,ro0 -e manses to be busy and h"ppv. but one of the hapniest days of his 'i'e was during the late queen's iuMlee when 360.CO0 of the poor of Lonion sat down as his guests. Two little Guardian Angels. At Sutton, in England, there is a convent of the Passionists, and one of the resident fathers fills the office of parish rriest. One night, when everyone was asleep, some one knocked at the door. The brother-porter opened his window and asked: "Who is there?" "Our mother is dying," was the reply, "and we have come to seek a priest to administer the sacraments." He looked down and saw two very small children, a boy and a girl. The brother asked their mother's name ana where she lived; and said he would immediately inform Father John. When the good father went down he found the two little c hildren at the door, and they begged him to hasten, as their mother was in the last extremity. '"Go on before me," said the priest, "and show me the way." Having arrived at the end of th.e street where the poor sick woman lived, the two children disappeared. The door of the little house was open, and the good religious, on entering, found a poor woman groaning on the bed. "Do you wish to make your confession?" confes-sion?" he asked. "'Ah, yes," replied the dying woman, "it is my only desire." Thereupon he administered the sacrament. sacra-ment. "Well, said the good priest, "you have but a short time to live; you must take advantage of it to arrange your affairs and provide for the future of your children. What can you do for them? Who will care for them?" "My children!" exclaimed the invalid, "but I have none." "Who, then, were the two little ones who came to me and asked me to bring you the sacrament?" "I sent no one, for I have none to send. My little boy died last year, and two months ago 1 lort my little girl. When I found mysef so forlorn, having no one to send for a priest, I called on my two little children, who are in heaven, and begged them to obtain ob-tain for me the grace of receiving the last sacraments before my death." Father John, after assuring himself that there were no other children in the house, questioned the mother as to the ages and appearance of her own, and told her that they had come to warn him. The poor woman began to weep for joy. "Father, those were my little angels from heaven whom you have seen." And ,in truth, the priest did not doubt it. It was not long before the pious mother joined them in paradise. |