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Show LETTER-WRITING DIRECTIONS. S v rito on one Bide of paper only. I'o not have letters too long. Address all letters to "Aunt iiusy," In-,' In-,' tcriuouutain Catholic AT ONCE. If jnu've S(iin'lhinjr luird to ln, I Start at oiu'e to put it through; yi I uni t you wail. fl If vim put it ofT and lYet, Jt w:ll niilv h.irder rot, ; Sure ;is fate. Wh-vi you've m'Hcin to drink, ti J"i with it don't stop to think jl f its tnste. fl You'll f'-f I twice us much disgust If j mi wail awliilf, so just J ; iiik in haste. Thivo vu;i had a falling out Willi a friend? lJin't sulk and pout ; F"r i week. ei and find him riprht away: ; Clear things up. and lot today j K:ul your pique. f AVlien a hard thing- must lo done, Jiiin't you let it spoil vour fun : Vrry Ions; T'" it (iiiiekly i's you ran: That's the way to be a man. Good and strong. Arthur Harry in Ave Maria. THE BABIES' BEDTIME. Fwr. t ;u-e children in the morninp, in the afternoon or nipht. In then- dainty frocks of red and blue or owns of simple white. In thejr play up in the play room, in the ; yard, or on the. lawn. Ii Uut they're sweetest when it's bedtime , and they pet their 'nighties" on. Liul0 shosts of white a-rompinp o'er the lied and through the room: In t'ie s.ason of a lifetime they're the rosy month oF June, i Little phosis of white a-marching to the f music of their laugh. ' : And the one whoe'er would miss it sees in life its minor half. Little curls a-dangling. frowsv, to the heads a fitting wreath. Little (.-owns a-haneing loosely and the peeping feet beneath, i M'rrv monarehs of the hotisehold and 5 their love as is the fawn. I And they're sweetest when if Itedtime i and they've got their "nighties" on. Oh. the ,-ioar notes of their laughter, and ; the patter of their feet. 1 . they romp nnd chase each other in -i" game of hide and seek, ; titves a hint if faint suspicion of the ; world that is to be, I Fit the Master taught us, saying, "Suffer s these to come to me." ' I C c nin tatigue o ercomes the idavers and the white brigade is still, ii An,i ,hf' "N'ow I lay me" whispered with i :l pleading and a will! tots are in slumber, and I T. '"eir dreams are in repose, I It the clearness of a conscience rivals beauties of the rose. And the white, upturned, sweet visage -ids to innocence the charm f '' 'he soul reposing trust upon the guard- ' amrel's arm: I V"' Fetest scented nectar flowing from this life is gone. ; L yci cannot -see the babies when thev ct their "nighties" on: AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. I "Mi- Nephews: Aunt Busv wants to "'rue a little ".say" to you this week. -ft- lias received letters only from the nephews, s She decided to write only to them fr this time. Ii- a letter received from a dear young- nephew this week, there is a 'Uiestion s-uggested. of what the boys v i I do when grown up. So Aunt Kusy o-g,uii to think herself about the mat-a mat-a T'r- Sh 'I's not want you to take Muestion up yet. not for a few r ve. Ks. i,ut she thought it a good sub- jei for some "say" to her boys. ;i e all dear, bl ight, happy lads, ; i" some in kilts, others in knicker- ,1 )"i'kevS Hn,j others just entering what 4 A tint Husy calls the "necktie and high '"liar age." iint no matter what the '- may bo now. the years will fly, r,.vl s 1 Aunt Busy's boys will be n. (ireat. fine, handsome men, and, '"m of all. good men. How Aunt Busy would like to peep n. to th future and see you! "Will any t ''' A.tint Busy's boys be dudes? Queer- ! f ' ii- li looking creatures, sporting eye- t P ,','s'-'t. swinging and chewing eanes, 1 sav;!l" "y know," and "oh. deah." Oh. I "idtul thought! No! Will any of t Aunt. Hufv's boys "smoke" their way : T 'it-. n : - Hfe. with brains too misty and ''smoky" for clear thought? Oh. no; ';s 'K'l'e not. Will any of Aunt ; iv's bos ever be so unfortunate as '," 'Iririk? Will any of her boys ever '-- 'i.-trade themselves by drinking the I !l ' v l'iuor ihat enslaves mankind and ; i :,us. s s., much suffering in the family? :t v'-'ui,i bc better to follow you now f 1 ' V""t' graves and lay you away for- i ' ' -r in the beautiful innocence of your I "rh. Let us not even predict this fh-'-a dfui horror for you or for any I ' dear lad in the whole world. 1 an" f Aunt Busy's boys ever I r!lo, a chase for gold to blight their i ' and those of others? j Wi" any of them ever forget the ; lo mg parents, w ho watched over them i siel sacrificed even their lives that tli"it- lii!dren might be happy? ill any of them ever think or speak s;iwhiiigiy of a woman, forgetting that t.ieir dear mothers and lovely sisters Et'e women? Will they always remember to be J-nilenien? The true gentleman has ' ' 1 a keen sense of honor always voiding mean actions His standard Is high. t;d grant that you will al-';' al-';' keep your standard high. i'-oys. let your souls, your hearts, our deeds and your lives be worthy n"ei inH t0 the world's Creator anJ Be-'v,iiht. Be-'v,iiht. May you always cling to the lirfiitiful faith of your boyhood the 'aith of the Catholic church, the faith that will bear you safely and securely to your heavenly home. AUNT BUSY. ) LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Salt Lake City, April 24. i ar Aunt Bus I read in The In-'Tmountain In-'Tmountain Catholic that you want to I know what we would all do if we had Jl.oi.Hi. Well, if I had that much money 1 would give pome to my mamma, papa :,nd mv brother and the rest to . Kr. tov. Bishop Scanlan to help build the nu cathedral. I will be 11 years old in June. I am "V"- "Wi im,,, im nil i mil " I going to try to make mv first holy communion, if I can. Father Morris-sey Morris-sey is teaching the girls' class, lfe is a very good father and is very kind to us. I will dose with love to you and all your friends, LOUISE HOEFEK. You are one of Aunt Busy's very best nieces lately, little Louise. Aunt Busy-enjoys Busy-enjoys reading your interesting and quaint little letters. Your answer about the $1,000 is excellent. Of course, you would give some to your good parents par-ents and your brother, but there are very few small girls who would be so thoughtful about the new cathedral. Aunt Busy thinks it would be well if some grown folks had your generous nature; then the cathedral would soon be linished. Aunt Busy hopes you will make your lirst holy communion, Louise. Write often to her; she certainly loves to hear from you. She wishes that she knew you. Can't you write Busy has an idea that you are a plump little girl with great big eyes and a small, smiling mouth. Is she right? Bawlins, Wyo., April 25.. Dear Aunt Busy I will write you a few lines to let you know what we would do with J1.O00. Mamma would stretch it until it was $2,000. Edith, my sister, would buy nice clothes and go away to school. I would buy a donkey, and Evelyn would go to Taris. Your loving nephew, JOHN V. QUINLAN. Aunt Busy has actually heard from another Wyoming nephew! Were it not for her dear nephews, Morgan and Arthur Cavanaugh, Aunt Busy would never know that there were children in the state, of Wyoming. Now, John, Aunt Busy likes your letter let-ter very much. There is something about it that impresses one that the writer is an honest chap. It is short, but right to the noint. and Aunt Busv I hopes you will become one of her regular regu-lar correspondents. Aunt Busy laughed at your opinion of your mamma's iinancial ability. Edith would be doing something sensible sen-sible about school, but Aunt Busy thinks that Evelyn could do better than go to Paris. Aunt Busy has a very poor opinion of Paris. You certainly cer-tainly would not want much. Only one poor donkey! Aunt Busy has one nephew who says he can buy a donkey for He intends to buy next week. Aunt Busy will let you know if he buys. She is wondering wonder-ing what sort of donkey can be purchased pur-chased for Write soon again, John, and ask your sisters to write. Aunt Busy would like to discuss that Taris question with Evelyn. Eureka, Utah, April Dear Aunt Busy As it is letter-writing letter-writing day in school, I thought I would write 3'ou a letter. I am 13 years old and go to the St. Joseph's school, j and I am in the fifth reader. If I had $1,000 I would buy a store and go into the grocery business, and I would help the poor all I .could. My teacher tells me I would need a better knowledge of arithmetic than I have, so I might invest the money in mining stock until I acquired a practical business busi-ness education. Your loving nephew, MICHAEL SULLIVAN. Aunt Busy is so happy to hear from another Eureka nephew! She is very-proud very-proud of the Eureka boys and she hopes they will write to her regularly for the future. How long you were in making up your minds to write to poor, old Aunt Busy! She thinks your idea of using $1,000 is very sensible and practical. There is much money in the grocery business if you are a good business man, but. dear boy. one needs good judgment and good business ability abil-ity on the mining exchange, too. so do not think that you can make money in mining stocks without knowing arithmetic. arith-metic. Aunt Busy thinks the grocery-business grocery-business the safest in every way-. She likes your letter, Michael; it sounds business-like, and this is the highest compliment that can be paid to a boy's letter. Write soon again. Salt Lake City, April 27. Dear Aunt Busy Why don't you ask-this ask-this question, "What will you do when you are big?" I think this is a fine one. Your loving nephew, FILANCIS SHEEIIAN. Well, Francis, why don't you tell us what you want to be when you grow up? Aunt Busy wants to know, and. she knows that all the nieces and nephews will be pleased to hear from you. It is certainlya very good question. ques-tion. "Write soon again. Lucy's Luck. Kate and Lucy were two little girls who lived in an ailey in u. large city, ! with a woman who was not very good I to them. Their fathers and mothers ! v. ere dead. One day their Sunday j school teacher planned that they j hhould both go to the country to spend I a w c k on a pleasant farm. They had a lovelv week, but on the last afternoon after-noon of their stay Kate got angry with Lucy. Not long after this Lucy went to the attic for a basket, and Kate shut the attic door and locked it on the outside. "There!" she said. "Now Lucy, can't ride to the postofhee!" Then she rode away with Farmer Mills. When Lucy found that she was locked in, and when she heard the farm wagon roll away without her, she sat Hat on the floor and cried. She did love to ride, and she did not expect to have onother chance. ' "I don't mean to cry." she said at last. "I'll act like Joseph when he was in prison in Egypt. I wonder what I can do? I know, I'll pick up all these papers scattered aiound and put them in their places and make it look nice." So she set to work. There were a great many papers of different kinds, and they were tumbled about in heaps. Lucy sorted them all and piled them up. .. After a while Mrs. Mills went to the attic on an errand. "Why, we looked all around for you. so you could have your ride," she said t0. !ow did you get locked in?" Kate locked me in. ma'am, for fun, I guess," said Lucy. "Look, Mrs. Mills, ..en't I fixed the papers nicely?" VSne's a nice little thing." said Mrs. Mills to her husband, a little while afterward. af-terward. "There the was locked into the attic all this pleasant afternoon, but she didn't make any fuss or say anything ugly about the other little Kirl, but set to work and cleared up the attic nicely. I think we'd better choose her." So they did. She lives at the farm now, and has pretty clothes and goes to school and is happy. And the children in the alley say, "Wasn't Lucy lucky ?" Sunbeam. Ants as Miners. Ants commonly are regarded as nuisances, nui-sances, yet they have their uses. If you dig up a nest of common brown ants, you will notice by putting your face close to the hill a pungent odor arising. This is the vapor of formic acid, the principle 0f ant poison. Xow, formic acid has the property of mak ing plants grow as hardly anything else will. Therefore, the mould of which the ants' nests are composed makes a valuable dressing for the market garden when spread on while U is fresh. Another little known benefit ben-efit to be derived from ants is the collection col-lection of their eggs for fish food. In the late summer a good many people make a living by gathering ant eggu in the pine woods of Surrey and Berkshire Berk-shire and selling them to the London fish dealers. In the west ants are sometimes used as miners. There is a large species of Kocky mountain ant which builds its nest neither of wood nor earth, but of stone, and it prefers stones brilliant in color for this purpose. pur-pose. Miners are said to transport whole nests of these insects to places where garnets abound, and when the ants have built their new homes all the best crystals within a radius of many yards will be found in it and appropriated by the garnet seekers. The Young Catholic. Dog Dies to Save Young Master. Pat. an Irish setter which had been the life companion of 8-year-old Irwin Williams, was killed while attempting to save its master and thre playmates from the perils of the St. Paul" grade crossing in Edgebrook, a Chicago suburb. su-burb. The children had been forbidden to cross the tracks, but neither Irwin Williams, the son of Frank Williams, division freight agent of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul railway, nor Francis, Olive and Howard Sprogle, children of Assistant State's Attorney H. O. Sprogle, remembered the warning warn-ing when they climbed into a farmer's wagon and were driven toward the grade crossing. The dog ran along contentedly at the wheels of the wagon until it approached ap-proached the tracks, then set up a howl of protest. Running in front of the horses the dog barked at their heads in an effort to stop them. A train from the city was passing and the farmer drew rein as it whizzed by. Another train was approaching from the opposite direction and Pat was in a frenzy of excitement. The horses moved as if to start, and the dog leaped forward just as the train reached the crossing. An instant later the faithful animal was dead. The dog will be buried as a hero should. For eight years it has been known to almost ail the residents of Edgebrook, who now are relating a dozen deeds of heroism it accomplished in caring for its youthful charges. Chicago Tribune. Bushel of Hurts. Taddie Oh, papa! I was chasing our old rooster and he got mad and gave me a bushel of hurts on my hand. Daddie Why, Taddie. what an ab-sud ab-sud thing to say a bushel of hurts. I see just four little scratches on your wrist. Taddie Well, the old rooster gave me four pecks, and four pecks makes a bushel! Express Gazette. |