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Show ' I SETTEE,-WHITIETG DIRECTIONS. I A rit6 on one side of paper only. 3 lo not have U-tiers too long. J Address nil letters to "Aunt Busy." In- : tcnnouiitain Catholic. ! TOLLY TAKEN" TO THE DOCTOR. i "My dolly's very ill. sir; I I (ear doctor, please to toll i V 'l it 1 can do to make her ;. t ouickly trons- and well." "Sin- certainly looks pale, ma'am, " Aii'l needs the preatosa care, j Ami 1 should recommend, ma'am, j A thorough chanire of air. Nl ''Just take her to the mountains jk ;"ir t'init where by the sea. An'! t''vf 1it new-laid ccks, ma'am, ; 1 "1 r breakfast and for tea." Tlie mountains are too far, Kir." The anxious mother paid. "I ll wheel her round the pardon " Ami up the road instead." AFTER HOLY COMMUNION". " I tii.iiik thee, Lord, for thy great gift to-; to-; d:iy. Kf-fp ihou my wayward thoughts; so ' prone to stray. Fr'm thy dear.jresenee, down the wordly way. " (".Id is this home, my Savior, and so ; poor; Yet still I pray thee, tarry with thy store, ; And loave me higher than I was before. Remember, Lord, I had not dared to j come ? To this great banquet of thy love, where j none Are meet or worthy found; but thou hast won My poor acceptance Vy thy sweet command. com-mand. I O, wondrous favor! only God had planned I A bridge that so hath earth and heaven spanned. s Sweet Lord Divine! Thy glory all con- t It ceaied, ' 1 Thou bidest here; my need to thee re-; re-; vealed. Say but the word, leave all my sorrows ! healed. j AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. j Dear Nieces and Nepheys: Aunt I Busy is still waiting to hear from her I chi'.dren about what they would do ' with 51,000. She will keep this ques- j tion open just two weeks longer, and I thn she will have a new question for I ynu. She hopes to hear from all of the 1 pirls and boys who have not yet writ- I ten on this subject. I The school year is fast drawing: to a f close, and Aunt Busy will be waiting ; tn hear about how the nieces and j nephews passed the examinations. She 1 1 v ill also wait to know how you intend I to spend your vacation. Those happy l days of the beautiful summer will pass ' f far too quickly. Aunt Busy hopes that 1 you will have Fplendid times. Be sure . ' J"u write and describe your various i pleasures. Your loving- AUNT BUSY. St. Louis. Mo., May IS. I'ear Aunt Busy: I thought I would ttrite to you and let you know what ; I would do with $1,000. I would give some to the poor and some to the hos-j hos-j pita's, to the churches, some to my "' mother, and I would keep the rest until I would be old enough to know how to vlencl it. Your locing niece. MARY QUTNLAN. , A dear nl?ce from St. Louis: Aunt : Busy is pleased, indeed, to welcome her ; new niece. She thinks your letter very i sensible, indepd. Mary, Aunt Busy hopes xn hear from you very often for the future. 71 Kureka Springs, Kan., May 13. ? Tear Aunt Busy: This is my first let ter to you. Aunt Busy. I am 9 years M and I go to school every day. I Mudy hard and am a pretty good boy i as a rule. have a lovely old grandma 1 1 and 1 love her very dearly. Have you i vrr had a grandma. Aunt Busy? I guess I will stop now. Aunt Busy. Your loving nephew, FRED LINK. Yes, indeed. Fred, Aunt Busy had two lovely grandmas, but they have !oi,k since gone to heaven. Aunt Busy is i leased to welcome to the ranks her new nephew. Aunt Busy is delighted to fnd so many new nephews coming' e . -ft constantly. Salt Lake City, May 15. Iioar Aunt Busy: This is my first let- I tfr to yr.u. I go to school every day and am' in the fifth reader. I expect to i' m.ii.o .ny first holy communion in a fe w days. Well, good bye, Aunt Busy. Yo;,r loving niece, ANNIE FLYNN. f'onie right along, Annie. You are HTH..S,. welcome. After you make Tour fit's: hoiv communion Aunt Busy will ' 1" L-'ad if you will write a brief :ic- j ".!:i-t of the ceremonies attending the U ":.!. Write soon again. ' U The New Latin Teacher. ft ! was five minutes before 9 by the '., k in the Latin recitation room of M:s Cianmers' school for girls. The r ... n vva, pleasant and airy, and the i t ititej- sunshine streamed in at the east i v;:.do,vs, but there was little morning If '!.' "r reflected in the faces of the 5 P o.i;.s of chattering girls who made I the senior class in Latin, They were I 'lis. ussing and criticising the little 1 I. i :n tejuher. Miss Field, who would j f"i'ar in five minutes and begin the ii raort dreaded recitation of the day. II Miss Field had been at Miss Van-i Van-i ri r- s only a few weeks, and. although f! ho ,as liked bv the younger girls, tha H loftv seniors had shown themselves not ! so easily pleased, and did not hesitate 11 o express their opinions freely at home II and abroad. f Weil.- 8aid a dainty maiden, with a fiiffv light pompadour of amazing 5"-icht. "the thing I can't stand about MKs Field is the way she does her h':i'. She might try to look a little i 1' ss like a fright for the sake of other f . people, if for nothing more." f "And did vou ever see anything like I 11lr' way her" skirts hang," added a girl v'ho was glorying in the dignity of her fi:t long gown. "I guess f.he makes f "i"in herself. Thev look it." t "1 ould endui-e that," said another. ;5 "as i have to see. her any other time except during recitations, but I I ' -an't endure the lessons she gives. Did I you ever see anything so detestable as j t.hat Latia prose we had for today? I believe she stays wake nights trying to hind passages that are full of subjunctives subjunc-tives and "indirect questions' and everything else peculiar. Oh. the girls who aren't going to college don't know what joys they are missing in not studying Latin!" "How about Cicero, Ciceronis?" in-, in-, quired another. "We have a beautiful lesson to begin a 'new book with. I haven't half translated mine. What do you think of it. Janet?" Janet Wetherell was a tall, fine-lookr ing girl, with beautiful, wavy. brown hair, sparkling brown eyes and fresh Pink cheeks that -were good to see. She was the acknowledged leader of her "set," and whatever Janet Wetherell said was sure to carry influence. Just now her sweet mouth curved into a hard little smile, and she said: "I found Cicero rather interesting. I'll tell you how I did it. After I was started start-ed and found out what it was all about, I just supplied Miss Field's name where the old gentleman said 'Cataline,' and it expressed my feelings so exactly that I wanted to keep on and see what came next. Just listen, girls!" She opened her bookand began in a high, oratorical tone: "How long, Miss Field, will you abuse our patience? How long will your madness mock us? Whither is your uncontrolled un-controlled audacity ending? O temporal O mores! The whole school sees this; Miss Cranmer sees it. Nevertheless, she lives! Lives!" The burst of laughter that rose from the girls interrupted her, and one said: "Janet knows her lesson, anyway, and that ia more than the rest of us can say of ourselves. 'Sh 'sh here she comes!" A sudden silence fell on the class, and they hastened to their seats as a sweet-faced, though tired-looking, girl, not very many years older than the pupils pu-pils themselves, seated herself at the teacher's desk. "She looks glumer than ever," whispered Janet, in a tone rather louder than she had intended. -Hiss r ieia nusnea painiuuy, dui mi-: said very quietly: "Miss Fairfax, will you please begin the translation?" Miss Fairfax, the little lady with the pompadour, rose, and, with a scornful expression, stumbled through the first few sentences. So the recitation, dragged on as so man of them had dragged before, with but an occasional giggle to heighten the heaviness of half-prepared lessons and unsympathetic unsympa-thetic minds. After a length of time that seemed interminable, the bell rang, and the girls rushed for the door. When recitations were over for the day and Janet Wetherell reached home, she went upstairs to her mother's sitting sit-ting room with a determined look on her face. "What's the trouble, little girl?'' said Mrs. Wetherell, putting aside her sewing. Mrs. WetherU was an ideal mother, with ever-ready sympathy sym-pathy and enthusiasm to give her children; chil-dren; a mother who wore her big son's college pins, went to football games and entertained homesick boys and girls in a way that made them adore her. The girls found her especially good to have around when there were tangles to be straightened. "Well, mother, it is just this way. I want you to go right to Miss Cranmer and tell her that Miss Field is not the proper person to teach Latin, and that we must have some one else. We can't endure that teacher another minute. It isn't just I alone, mother: the whole class says the same thing." "Does she lose her temper, dear?" "Whv no not that, exactly. It isn't what she says and does, it's what she doesn't say and do. She is so provok-ingly provok-ingly quiet about things. And the lessons les-sons she gives! All that grammar and those stupid syntax questions!" "Really, Janet," said Mrs. Wetherell, serenely, "Miss Field is not to blame because Latin grammar is Latin grammar. gram-mar. There is nothing very exciting about it. however you study it. She is trying to get you girls ready to take your entrance examinations, and a hard time she has had of it, I am thinking. Now. Janet, I want you to do an errand for me. I have a book that I want you to take to Miss Field." Janet's brown eyes opened wide. "I met Miss Field on her way to school this morning and had a little talk with her. Something suggested the book, and I promised to send it." "Why of course," said Janet, slowly slow-ly "I could go where she stays and give the book to the person at the door. What book is it?" "One of Hamilton Mabie s,' said Mrs. Wetherell. "Oh mother. I know she'll not care the leat bit about anything like that. You don't know her. I don't think she likes anything about Roman antiquities and archaeology, and and-all that. Mrs Wetherell looked amused, but sai 1 only: "You will find the book on the table." Janet rut on her coat and tarn c'shanter, took the book and went down the street to the old-fashioned house where Miss Field stayed with two dignified maiden ladies. As Janet lifted the heavy knocker an uncomfortable uncom-fortable feeling crept over her. bhe was an impulsive girl, with a warm heart, and it just now occurred to her that even if Miss Field were a hardened har-dened old fossil." as Betty Fairfax had expressed it. she must find it rather dull living in that gloomy place with only Miss Prissy and Miss Susan. Miss Prissy came to the door, and, without stopping to hear Janet's errand, er-rand, said: "1 ani so glad you have Icome to see Miss Field. None of the older girls have called, and only a few of the townspeople, and I fancy she s pretty lonesome, poor little thing. .o right upstairs and knock on her door. It s the first to the right." Janet was about to say that she could not stay, but she remembered that she could stay, and she detested "society lies," as she called them, so she went upstairs and with beating heart knocked on Miss Field's door. The door opened and it would be hard to say which of the two standing there was the more surprised. Miss Field wore a soft blue house gown. The offending hair was tied back in little curls on her neck. "I am I so glad to see you!" she said cordially. "Come right in. Do take off your things and stay with me awhile." Ja-k Ja-k net allowed her hat pins to be gently withdrawn, and the tam o'fihanter and coat to be taken off. Before she knew j it she found herself seated in the midst of a heap of fluffy pillows on a low-couch. low-couch. The dazed feeling which had come over her when she first saw Miss Field in the doorway had rather increased in-creased than left her. She -had imagined im-agined that Miss Field lived in a classic apartment, adorned only by pictures of Roman worthies, but there was not a trace of ancient Rome in this cheery little room with the dainty water colors col-ors and Janet's own favorite picture by CJuido Reni. Meanwhile Miss Field talked and showed pictures of the little brother whom she sorely missed, and of the mother who was seriously ill. There were pictures of college, too, and the girls, and stories of college work and fun. All the while Janet's cheeks flushed with shame when she remembered remem-bered that that very morning she had called Miss Field "glum." Glum, and her mother was slowly dying! Janet's quick perception gathered that Miss Field had earned her education educa-tion herself, and it had been hard. They talked of school and school work, and finally of Latin. "I am so anxious that ycur class should do good work," said Miss Field, "partly because they must, for their entrance examinations, but mostly "because I want them to know the value of hard, concentrated study. I want them to learn to think." Long before Janet rose to go she felt her last trace of prejudice vanish, and she saw how much Miss Field and the girls could do for each other. That visit was the beginning of one of the most helpful friendships of Janet's Ja-net's life. Where Janet led, the girls quickly followed. None of them meant to be unkind; they were only girls, with girls' faults, and when Janet told them how wrongly they had judged, there was a quick change in attitude and result. The difference in the interest in Latin was marvelous; but, most important im-portant of all, the girls were brought to realize the noble character of Miss Field and to be strengthened by her influence. Forward. Scandal. Some girls were asked by one of the examiners of a school whether they knew the meaning of ,the word "scandal." "scan-dal." One iittle girl stepped forward, and, holding her hand up, attracted the notice of the examiner. He desired de-sired her to answer the question, upon which she uttered these memorable words: "Nobody does nothing, and every body goes on telling of it everywhere." |
