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Show DIKECTIOXS FOPv LETTER WHITING. WHIT-ING. "Write on one side of paper only. I" nt.it h;io U ttt rs too lonp. Address all U tters to "Aunt Busy," lnu-rmouniuin Catholic. Dear Nephews and Nieces: Aunt Busy wants to remind her m ph-t-ws and nieces again this-1 week about tin plan proposed fur the month of May. IVm't fore. t. dear children, and Aunt ISusy vis-'htt? to write a few lines to her dear Colorado nephews and nieet-is. who haw been writing hot' - ;;m:iy l- tters of late. She hopes to hear li.iin them very often, and don't think, if you write otiee that one letter will !. Indeed not. Aunt Fusy wants to hear often from you. You are all dear, bricht boys and pir!t. ana a rredit to your beautiful Ptate. Ue sure to re-member re-member A tint Husy. Now. noniethinK ele to all the boys and iu-iils: Jf any nephews and nieces ravf failed to re their little letters In ih- paper, pi-ease write to Aunt Husy o; t.neo and let her know. Sometimes letters" will be lo.-n. and Aunt Busy vouid feel more than sorry if any of lit r boys and pills were overlooked. So now renir-inber. you are to let her know. C.oodby. AUNT BUSY. Salt Lake City. April 2 1900. fear Aunt Ht'ffj . 1 have a little time to pare. I liioucht 1 would write to you. .1 have ;i little yrllv kitten. 1 ?o to choir practice every Saturday. We are going go-ing to have a concert soon. We had eream puffs and candy the other day I for a treat. We are going- to have a. ! picnic in June. Goodby. Your lovins niece. MILDRED WEST. 5 Aunt F.usy if very skid to hear from one of the little choir girls at St. Mary's. She will surely rv to that con- eert, pnd to the picnic also. Will you j It t old folks g'o? j St. Jo.oenh, Mo., j April 22. I'.'OO. ar Aunt Busv: As 1 have seen -ome let tens in the Into rnioumain Catholic, asking if I had forgotten my friends in Ogden. I thought J -would write and tell them that I had not forgotten them at all, but think of thtm very often, and. especially es-pecially Sifter Ethelbert, who was my i'ach.r. I was indeed very lonesome when I moved away from St. Joseph's t-rhool, but not any more s"0 than I am now to go back to Ogden. I was very much pleaded to t-ee that my Ogden schoolmates rememberei me: but 1 do not see why the girls in Ogden do not write. I think somebody must be help-ire help-ire the boys write such nice letter.-3, for I know the girls that used to go to St. j Tieph'i? f chool could beat the boys if j they tried. I think 1 will close, as my i letter is getting long. If emie of the : ogden girls write in this paper. 1 will j write again. NELLIE DO 11 SHY. j Aunt ISusy has- if ten wondered why you did not write before. So many of ! h r Ogdtn nephews write of you and your brother. Aunt Ilusy is very glad io hear from you: surely now the Ogden Og-den girls will remember poor old Aunt liuy. She ha only one dear little rieoe in Ogden. but rhe has forgotten her lately. Indeed, the Ogden nepTiews do write fine letter. Write soon again, Nellie. Fort Collin?. Colo., April 16, 1900. I (ear Aur.t Busy: I thought I would write you a letter. am 11 year? old. 1 live in Fort Col- lins. Ctilo. There are no Catholic t-. h-iols here, but theV- a very nice Sui-day school. liev. Father La Jeau- j lUMir.'-s ir the Sunday school teacher. 1 ; like him very much. I like my teacher: i her name is Miss Ferrier. I received er.r firrr.ation and firs: ommunion on I the 25th of March. I will oIopo. with , l',vo to vnu, from your loving niece, j KATHERTNK U. L. j I tear little nier-e. why did you not Fi:ni vour last name? Your little letter i? verv nice. Aunt Buy is always glad to hear from her Colorado boys and pirlf. Write very soon again, Kather- BOYS LEAP.N TO HUSTLE. j Whi! I have a spell of writing to end about the boy, please allow a snort chapter on hurtling. I want my bnvs to be hustling boys. The world is not a. bit proud of those young men who d not work. Their names are r.oi known; they are simply spoken of us old So-and-so's boys Nobody likeB ihem: robndy hatra th-m. The big. liuv, hustling world docs not kmv that they are in it. So, my boy. find j .iit what you want to le. and-do. Full, off vour tioveq and shuck your coat, and" make a dust, in the world. The bu.-.irr you ate the less devilment you j are apt to g'.t into, the sweeter will j be vour f.l.-ep. th brighter and happier j w iM b. nil vour days, and the better p'eaed the world will be with you. Boy, learn to hustle. j "BLAME IT ALL ON ME." A grand cra-di a shower of Hying ! H'iinters hump! bump: and the coach-j Ct-- settled, back on the rails, and the ( I.assengt rs picked themselves JP and. cried out to each other that 'there had ( be. n a coliiwoii. j S.. -there had. Freight No. 17 was I pullinc in on the .-ide track, but the j day exprc-s thundered down on her i while the long train was a third of ii.-i length m the main track. Someone had blundered. Someone ioiH: lie held responsible for the accident. acci-dent. t 'icier tiie overt urn- 1 lo--omollve was the firman d ad. Near him was the engineer pined down to the frozen earth by t.i.e f the drivers. . and when he had been relieved by a doctor who was among the passengers, he faid: "I am alone to blame. 1 wasn't due here until 10:10, and it was Jus-t 10:03 when I struck the freight. I wa.s ahead trf time runing on her time running on her lime." "So it was- it was," whispered the two conductors. "Thi morning when I left home, continued the engineer, "the doctor was there. Our little Jennie our f.-year-old was sick unto death. In her delirium F'he kept crying out. 'Don't go; don't leave little Jennie to die'.' It was just like a knife in my heart to leave her. but go 1 muet. 1 was leaving the hK)Usc i when the doctor put his hand on my sv.oulder anu' said, 'Tom. my boy, by ; 6 o'clock tomorrow morning she will I be either dead or beter.' ! "What a rong day this was to me." I he went n after a bit. "When I I pulled out of the depot tonight, head- ed for home and Jennie. I wanted to j fly. J kept giving her more steam, and I kept gaining more time. We aren't due till seven, you know, but I wanted to be in by Fix, aye, an hour before that. When the thought came to me that Jenie might be dead when next I entered the door, I would have pulled the throttle wide open if the fireman hadn't grabbed my arm." "Fnor man." they whispered, as he shuddered with pain and seemed to be exhausted. "Yes. blame it all on me." he whispered. whisp-ered. "No. IT had five minutes more to get. in, aid. she'd have m'ade it all right, but 1 istole her time. And now and now " He lay ?o quiet for a moment that The doctor felt for his heart to pee if it sUII beat. "And nowthat's her that's Jennie. She's beckoning he tailing. Right down the track over the high bridige through the deop cut. I'm coming-coming." coming-coming." And men wiped tears from their eyes and w hispered: , "He has found his child in d?ath." THE MORNING OFFERING. j "Look down. O eternal Father, on this Thy family of the Apo?leship of Prayer, which though scattered amid.it all the nations of the earth, is sfill united in the common desire to enread i devotion to the Sacred Heart, and to make Thy Kingdom come. Behold. O Lord, from how- many million hearts the morning offerings riise. Do Thou deign to take pleasure in them." The above is from one of the League prayer!?, and is mo?t beautiful and expressive. ex-pressive. It shows how universal, j Catholic, and Apostolie this devotion is. Universal, as it spreads over all parts of the earth, and has magazines published in thirty-four different lanK- ' uages to propogate it. It is Catholic j in every sense of the word, bc-caute it was founded by our Devin Lord, because be-cause it ir? approved and propagated by His Church, and is practised by all j devout Catholic.". It is Apostolic be- cause it does the work of the Apcgtles. in a simple but most effective manner. It setks out the outcast, the sinner, and the afflicted and goes to them and lifts them up and puts them on the right road, and gives, them all the graces ne-6-rj- for their state of life. It consoles them in their difficulties, establishes peace in their families, and in their assured refuge in life, and more especially in death. Sinners will find in the Sacred! Heart an infinite ocean of mercy. THANKFUL FOR MOTHER. "Mother looks just a? young as Hhe did when you saw her, and better than ever." said a. young man in answer to my fjueiJtions as to the welfare of his mother. It had been many years since I had looked into that mother's face, for we had drifted into different directions, direc-tions, hut 1 remembered her as a young mother with a family of little children, and 1 had noted her sweet devotion to their interusta, and her patient ways in her daily ministrations to them in the home. I had not seen this mother's boy since he was her "little oava-lit-r" in a far-off town in the West. I had congratulated her on having a boy so thoughtful of the little things that make a mother's daily routine so much happier and lighter. 1 was glad to find that with the growth into ma.nhood he had still kept up the beautiful way of thnikir.g all the while of something to help and cheer mother. "I see mother gets a vacation every year before I take mine." he added, with a bright smile on her face. "This jear she has been East to visit her old heme and the friends she knew when she was a girl, and it has done her luts of mod." "The same mother's boy as ever," I Miid. "What a blessing you must be to her! She Has thanked Ood very often for giving her such a son. 1 know." ' I've thanked God many a time for giving me such a mother," he rejoined. "It is a great blessing for a boy to have a good mother such as I have, and I want to do all I can for her, beca.use she has done so much for me." "That is the secret of her looking tj young and being better than ever," I thought. There are many, many children child-ren in the world, and most of them love their mothers very dca.rly. without doubt, M:t thoy are not thoughtful of them. Th-y take it as a, matter of course that mother should do for them even if she i-s weary, and they often try her and vex her in many ways, instead of making the days of her toil and care easier and happier for her. By 'cultivating this beautiful characteristic charac-teristic in childhood of hefng thoughtful thought-ful of mother, the boy will not neglect his mother when he froea out into the world to make a place for himself. The intd'ofts f mother will always be in his mind. He will not forget the little attentions that make her so happy, or the small gifts that come just at an opportune time. "I wish I had done so and so for mother, but I never thought of it," said a young man after his mother had parsed "away. He loved his-mother. but he was not thoughtful of her until it wa.s too late. The mother craves the love and attention at-tention of her lxys. even if they have grown into manhood to her they are her very own. just as surely as when lh-y were little children in the horrid n-ist. Christian Work. A BEAUTIFUL FATHER. "Tell your mother you've been very good boys today." fa id a school teacher to two little new scholars. "Oh," replied Tommy, "we haven't any mother." "Who takes care of you?" she asked. "Father doe?. We've got a beautiful father. You ought to see him." "Who takes tare of you when he's at work?" "He takes all the care before he goes off in the morning and after he comes back at night. He's a house painter; I but there isn't very much work this winter, so he is doiiig laboring until spring comes. He hjavea us a warm breakfast when he goes off, and we have bread and milk for dinner and a good supiK.T when he comes home. "Then he tells us stories and plays on the. fife and cuts out beautiful things with his jackknife. You ought to see our . father and our home; they are both so beautiful:" Before long the teacher did s.ee that home and that father. The room was a poor attic, graced with cheap pictures, pic-tures, autumn leaves and other trifleM that cost nothing. The father, who was preparing the evening meal. for his motherless boys, was a!t first glance i only a poor, begrimed laborer: but bf- j fore the stranger had been in the place j ten minutes the room became a palace j and the man a magician. His children had no idea they were poor, nor were they so with nuch a hero as this to tight their battles for them, j This man, whose grateful spirit lighted up the otherwise dark life of his children, child-ren, was preaching to all about him more off actually than was any man in priestly robe and costly temple. He was a man of patience and submission sub-mission to God's will, showing how to make home happy under the most u favorable circumstances. He was rearing rear-ing his loys to be high -minded citizens, citi-zens, to put their shoulders to the wheel and not to be burdens to society in the days that are coming. He was, as his children had aaid. "a beautiful fa,thr," in the highest sense of the word. Weekly Bouquet. ADVICE FOR GIRLS. Be orderly. A disorderly, careless woman will never have a comfortable j hoimi. It is just as easy to return to the fthelf the book you have been reading read-ing as to lay it down on a chair. Be punctual. Some girls are never at the beginning of anything.- A little late at breakfast; a little late at school; a little late at church; a little late everywhere. ev-erywhere. Do not spend you life in trying to catch up. 1 Be cheerful. A bright, smiling face makes every one happy. r.id a sullen, frotful expression is just as likely to : make others cross. Even when it ra.iu out of doors, lot there be sun-shine within. DO NOT USE SLANG. Avoid vulgar phrases and slang. There is a grisly fairy story of a beautiful beau-tiful young woman from whose mouth when she opened it dropped frogs and toads. "I am always reminded of this story," says an English gentleman of good breeding, "when I hear a young j lady talk siang." Enough words are in i very-day use to express the nicest , Shades of meaning without resorting to alang. Bad words contaminate the blood as insiduously as do microbes of disease and the poisonous get m.3 that infest animal food. No genti-tman profane; no lady uaes slang. It was Cato who said that he seldom spoke unless un-less he had somatning io say u:-perved u:-perved to be known. MARY. J. R. NEWELL. O. P. O, Virgin Mother of the Son of God! Whose ta.xk divine the world's sole Hope to rear What time in human form our earth He trod Giving God's face to see and voice to hear! (Of sinful man the Lord and friend most dear), I Thy memory through life's dreary way imparts Sweet oalm for every human pain and tear; While earth-bound cares of this world's noisy marts, At thought of thee, roll off our soothed and lightened hearts: The dying Savior His last proof of love: Named thee, amid Atonement's awful hour, The Sinner's Refuse! At His throne above Resistless, hence thy intercession's pow'r! O Sweet: then, pray, as 'ncath the sky's dark lower. We climb the steeps where bravely trod the blest; That by llis grace we Taltcr not nor cower. But press with strong la.st effort and our best Till reached, beyond all sighs and fears, our home and rest! THE BABY'S FvOSARY. BY ELEANOR C. DONNELLY. Before Our Lady's shrine -she knelt, Our little blue-eyed girl; Enwreathed about her rosebud face Was many a golden curl; And in her oimpied hand she held A rosary ot pearl. A baby rpiitc of summers three !lle bowed her shining head; .And. as she told the beads, she lisped, With lips of cherry red, Her oidv praver (two words:) she smiled. And ""Hail Mary!" said. Again, again, and yet again The baby breathed her prayer; Her face out-shining. Ilko a star. From clouds of golden hair; The while she press'd the polish'd beads with mek and rev'rent air. Her azure eyes on Mary's face, A look of rapture wore. Such as the eyes of Gabriel The great Archangel bore, When first he hailed the Virgin Queen In Nazareth of yore! 'Twas "Hail Mary:" on the cross, (God ble.s the little fairy!) And on the I'aier-Noster grains A chant that could not vary: On Aves and on Glorias 'Twas always "Hail Mary!" "Come hither, Mary," her mamma cried, "And learn to say it rightly No one could understand such prayers! You blunder, darling slightly !" "Ah! Blessed Muzzer 'stands it all!" The baby answered brightly! YOUNG HEEDLESS. Voting Heedless is a boy ho lives in every town. His nam"? 'Tis sometimes Johnnie Smith, And sometimes Johnnie Brown. Young Heedless goes to school When he can lind his hat; At home he loves to play at ball, W hen he can find his bat. Of mittens, one is gone; Of rubbers, two or more; And on the very coldest day He never shuts the door. The hammer's always lost. The saw left on the ground; And when he wants his button-hook It never can be found. To buy a piece of beef. You send him to the shop; He loses all the change he had, And brings you mutton chop. For all these careless things, And more than I can name. Young Heedless always (eels quite Mire He never is to blame. His father would despair. But that thlH thing is true; That, forty years or o ago. He was Young Heedless, too. |
