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Show I .Jar Boys and J EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. ' This department Is conducted solely In the Inter ests of our pirl and boy readers. Aunt Busy Is g3d to hear any time from the nieces nnd nephews who read this pape, and to give them all the advice and help In her power. Write on one side of the paper only. Do not have letters too lone. Oriplnal stories and verses will be gladly receired and carefully edited. The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will be returned. Address all letters to Aunt Busy, Intermountain Catholic, Palt Lake City. Whey my little kitten died last week I thought I would write and tell you. Her name was Comfort Com-fort and she was gray and white. I have a baby fister named Josie who cried when kitty died. She had ts and died in the back yard. I will write to you aain after school starts. I go to sisters' school. Your little niece, MARGAItET FISHER. It is too bad you lost your kitten, Margaret. But if you will hunt up Aunt Buey one of these days she will try to find you another pet. for she thinks it Rood for little girls to have pets. Dear Aunt Busy: I am going to school next week and I am so glad. Did you like to go to school? I will write 6oon and tell you how I am getting along. Tour loving niece, NELLIE MALEN. Aunt Busy is always pleased to hear from a dear child who likes to attend school. Aunt Busy did not always like to go to school, but when Aunt Busy was a little girl she had nothing to say about what she liked or did not like-. Write soon again. Salt Lake City, Aug. 27, 1907. Dear Aunt Busy: This is my first let1ir for the paper. I have read other letters and take pleasure in reading them. Well, Aunt Busy, you are busy and I am busy and when two are busy it makes a pair. Well, I will close for this week. Your loving niece, THERESA POWELL. Aunt Busy hopes little Theresa will find plenty of time to write poor old Auntie. It is good for you, dear niece, to be kept busy, as idle, lazy little girls very often get into mischief. When you have time to spare do not forget writing a nice letter, ae Auntie always is delighted when she hears from her loving nieces. Salt Lake City, Sept. 2, 1907. Dear Aunt Busy : Our school begins tomorrow. Ism going to study real hard. The sisters are very kind to us. I like to play. During the vacation we used to turn the benches together and we girls used to sleep together. I play with Mary Bobbins and Alice Fisher and we sometimes quarrel, but we make up again. Your loving niece. LOTTIE BROWX. Lottie, you hare a nice name and you are a dear little niece. You must be good and obedient to the sisters who are so kind to you. If you study hard, when you are a big girl you will be able to get a nice position. You must not quarrel with your playmates. Tell Mary Bobbins to write to Aunt Busy and she writes Auntie will expect a letter from your other companion, Alice. MOTHER. (By Mary Allegra Gallagher.) 0 if there be a tender name, And dearer than another, It is the sweet, the Holy name, The sainted name of mother. Angel mother, thus I call you, 'Tis no flattery, but esteem More than angel if I 6aw one Rightly in a heav'nly dream. Once more place 'our arms about me, Arms that form love's link divine, Am I not a reigning queen and You, my treasure, mother mine ? Ev'ry warm smile means a blessing, Mother, double them for me, Haste, the years are quickly passing When your smiles, oh, may not be. Ev'ry good heart seeks a model, You are mine I proudly own. 1 shall take your chisels, patience, Love to sculptor out life's stone. I may shade a bit too deeply, I may not claim Beauty's test, Yet shall lay it down how happy, If like you I've done my best. Toil-worn hands how dear, how lovely, Eyes that have grown dim for me. Only name it, locks of silver, My return what shall it be? What Shall I Do? Day by day parents and children are confronted wilh the great problem of life, "What shall I do with my boys or my girls?' is asked by the parents. par-ents. ''What shall I do?" says a boy or a girl. Bishop Spalding begins his lecture on opportunity thus : "How shall I live? How shall I make the most of my life? How shall I become a man and do a man's work? This and not politics or trade or war " or pleasure is the question. The primary consideration consid-eration is not how one shall get a living, but how he shall live, for if he live rightly whatever is needful need-ful he shall easily find. Life is opportunity, and therefore its whole circumstances may be made to serve the purpose of those who are bent on self-improvement, self-improvement, on making themselves capable of doing do-ing thorough work." And work it is that wins. Any other way of winning is unworthy of consideration. A true man would not want to win any other way. Life is full of opportunities to labor, and the willing worker work-er is surer of success. Such a worker has never failed, never will fail. AT LIFE'S CLOSE. ' , Oh, what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow" leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. teach-ings. He shall so hear e solemn hymn that death Has lifted up ' . H, that he shall go To his long rer . 'ce without a tear. -Longfellow, "Autumn.'' THE UN:-ET OF YEARS. Every good and reat man grows greater as the , sunset of his ycare gi:is the glory of his lofty soul. THE DEAREST ONE IN ALL THE EARTH. Mother. In line or language there is no other Word that tells so clear a story Of life and love and living glory Like that sweet word, So often heard, And yet so little known Until into our 6oul life grown, As that which names the precious one, Who only knows her duty done, When she has folded to her breast Her offspring for a longed-for rest; She who has fought the prize to win For a noble life and an entering in Through the gates of heaven, By promise given, Of yielded life for life, of love for love, For bringing blessings from above, Lifting her offerings up on high, Ready for them to do and die. And this brief verse Would fain rehearse The virtues and the modest worth Of the dearest one in all the earth, Mother. j A Human Cork. Bathing in Great Salt lake is an unique experience. exper-ience. Flights of steps lead down into the water from the interminable platform along which the bathhouses bath-houses are situated. The water is quite shallow at first and you find a rare enjoyment for a time in wriggling your toes about in the salt that forms the bottom in nlace of accustomed sand. You are. obliged to wade out some distance before you experience ex-perience the peculiar buoyancy of the lake. First, you feel your feet trying to swim out from under you. You find it more and more difficult to walk. You begin to float in spite of yourself. Then you realize you are non-sinkable. You can't sink if you want to. Throw yourself on your back or sit down or try to swim and you bob about like a rocking chair in a freshet. You feel as though you had been turned to cork. You can't help looking at the phenomenon subjectively. You don't see that there is anything peculiar about the water. It looks and feels like any other bathing water until yon get some of it in your eyes or in your mouth. Then you wish you hadn't come. Ocean water is sweet in comparison. In fact, the chemists chem-ists tell us it is eia:ht times less salty. You can't drown in the lake by sinking, but you can be suffocated to death, which is just about as uncomfortable and undesirable. We found signs everywhere warning us against being too talkative or too frolicsome in the water. When we camo out we brought with us largo deposits of salt on our skin. As the water evaporated evap-orated we found ourselves covered with white crystals. crys-tals. Only a strong shower bath of fresh water or a good clothes brush can put you into fit condition condi-tion to dress. The Travel Magazine. A True Story. "Why, yes, it is a true story, true and most wonderful." (The Marquis was speaking.) "I love the little tale; I love it because well, men say I am full of sentiment. If it be so, I thank God for it. Heaven pity the man who loves to meditate on pots and pans, on beef and beans, on stones or stars, even, rather than on the human heart ! The Count do Longueville loved Mademoiselle de Fleure. There was, indeed, family opposition, but, finally, the affair was arranged. The count was enraptured, the demoiselle was shyly pleased. The contracts were .signed, the day for the nuptials was set. "Then, in the midst of joy, grief came. The call to arms was sounded; the Count's duty as an officer demanded his presence at headquarters. The hour for parting rushed upon the betrothed. There were whispered word3 of yearning, vows of constancy, con-stancy, a last clinging caress. Then, soon, hundreds hun-dreds of leagues lay between them; the enemy advanced; ad-vanced; communication, even by letter, was for a time impossible; only memory and hope remained. "In the heat of battle, in the fatigue of marches, in his waking and in his dreaming, the count carrier! car-rier! always in his heart the vision of its saint, the vision of a dainty maiden, tall and slender, lithe and lissome, with a face like heaven . The hope of return to her was life to him. "But in the castle there was sorrow. Day after day the devoted maiden waited and mourned for him she loved, of whom she could hear no word. Then her private grief was in part forgotten, for the smallpox raged in the provinces, and the people peo-ple were sorely afflicted. One of the waiting maids of Mademoiselle herself was taken sick with the disease. Mademoiselle cared for this girl with her own hands, until she, too, in turn, was stricken. For long she lay between life and death. Then, at last, in answer to many prayers of the poor whom she had succored, the expiring spark of life was breathed upon by God. It increased into a tiny flame; soon it once again burned vigorously. "But the pity of it! The harsh hand of disease dis-ease had doomed her loveliness. Xo longer the rose blushed redly amid the warm fairness of her cheeks. A deadly pallor wrapped her face, like an Oriental mourning veil. The soft smoothness of her face was marred with furrow and pit. ' "Still fcer faithful soul prayed God to grant her patience in her woman's agony. Still she thanked God for His mercies. "And now the war was done. The returning legions, gaunt and worn, brought mingled joy and grief. With them came the Count, de Longueville, seeking his heart's delight. "His horse, famiilar with the way so long tin-traveled, tin-traveled, hastened at full gallop to the portal of the Chateau de Fleure. A moment later, unannounced tl count 1ms entered the house, and stands in the doorway of a little curtained chamber where nis love was wont to loiter. The dear name trembles on his lips. Ere it thrills the air. a woman is clasped in his arms, a woman sobbing tears of ecstasy. "Then, swiftly, she moves a little from him: " 'Oh, I must not do this thing. T must. not. Behold me! I am no longer fair to look upon I am scarred and pallid as the dead!' "She beckons him toward the light. " 'Look, look,' she cried, 'thou canst not love th;s mockery of her thou hast wooed.' "He draws her closer in his arms; his lips curve in a soft smile of peace. " 'And dost thou think I loved thee so unworthily? unworth-ily? Xo, no, thou shalt not leave me. life of my life. Listen, dearest the will of God works won-drously; won-drously; I, too. have suffered, even as thou hast and I am blind." Benziger's Magazine. Against the Law. It is always a misdemeanor to cross the tracks at any railway station in Europe, or to ride on the cars without a ticket. .For' the latter offense the penalty is heavy. i . . THE FRIENDS OF HREAH. Dau, Dan, the crazy man, Who washed his face in a frying pan. Combed his hair with a wagoi wheel And died with the toothache in his heel-How heel-How many years it has been ineo 1 Over his fate had a childhcarji cry! Poor old fellow, who seemed j to me Such a terrible victim of misery ! I Dan, Dan, the crazy man j Ever the childhood vision ran, Ever the toothache seemed so i real He suffered within his poor old heel! How he could comb his hair that way Was a mystery of the childheart day But childhood faith and childhood trust Went down with him to the dreamless dust ! J Sometimes into the life I know The lays of the land of childhood flow, And then I wish that the crazy man And his aching heel and his frying pan Were real again as they used to be In childheart valleys of songs and glee, Where jingles peopled the world with gleam And our dearest friends .were the friends of dream! Baltimore Sun. Conundrums. When is grain like children? When cradled. Why are our friends like good books? When they are well selected. j When are guns like the plains? When leveled. When is milk like an ill-tempered old woman? When sour. When is a quilt like an insane person ? When crazy. Why had a person better lose his ami than his leg? Because losing his leg he loses something "to boot." What did Adam first plant in the garden of Eden? His foot. Why is a stick of candy like a race horse? Because Be-cause the more you lick it the faster it goes. Why is a peach stone like a regiment ? Because it has a kernel. , Successful Temperance Campaign. In a recent interview with Mr. R. W. Sears, the senior member of the firm of Sears, Roebuck & Co. of Chicago, the facts of the sattus of the temperance temper-ance question in the greatest mail order house in the world were elicited. Mr. Sears himself is a total abstainer, and an earnest advocate of temperance and sobriety. There are ten thousand efhployjs of the Sears, Roebuck & Co. establishment, ana each one of them is a total abstainer. j It all came about in this wise: For years Mr. Sears had maintained a rule in the store that none of the employes should (drink intoxicants during business hours. If an employe was known to be guilty of drinking during business hours he was first admonished, and if) that failed of the desired result he was discharge)!. This means of dealing with the question was tpo mild for the aggressive believers in temperance (among the workers in the store. They advocated jhe plan of demanding that the employes not only1 abstain from intoxicants during business hours, iut that they abstain during other times, and that any employes of the business who w,as found in a saloon within eight blooks of the stjjire for any purphse be discharged. Whale Mr. Sears thlught that these regulations were rather stringent, t'e yielded to the insistence of a number of the mcli, and submitted this question ques-tion to avote of- his tin thousand workers. The result was quite sury rising. Nine thousand of them voted for total ah inence and absolute prohibition, prohi-bition, so far as the S irs, Roebuck & Co. establishment estab-lishment and emnloyes 1 ere concerned. The result was quite wonderful. Vfter the inauguration of the rule above referred to the city of Chicago passed an ordinance ma ing the Sears, Roebuck S: Co. neighborhood a pro! bition district. |
