OCR Text |
Show ..Our Boys and irl$.. J gditedby fiunt Busy. This department fs conducted sglely in the interests inter-ests or our girl and boy readers Aunt Busy is tfad to hear 'any time from the nieces and nephews who read this paeahd to give them all the advue and help in her power Write on one side ot the paper only lo not have letters too lone Address all letters to Aunt r,,.,. i Catholic. Salt Lake City. - Intermoutn ' f MY OLD RAG DOLlT ' .raris Hulls are lovely,-" W ilh rials and jrowns to linc Bui 1 prefer Black. Dinah, That old raj; doll of mine. Sonic cirls want dolls from i'him, And some like Japanese, . With ryes that shut and open Ami jointed arms and knees. I had a doll with ringlets And waxen faee most fair, But heut the wax would soften She was an awful eare. Those foreign dolls have wardrobes hxtensivc and euniplete. It's lots more work than pleasure To keep them nicy and neat. So yive me old hlaek Dinah, Her clothes are few and plain, And she is never damaged When left out, in the rain; I put her by the fi reside ur in the sun to -dry . To me she's just as handsome : As any you could buy.' She does not shut, her eyelids. Sue's always wide awake. And then there i no danger That if she falls she'll break Her eyes are most expressive. Although they're only beads, And with a bonk before her, 1 play that Dinah reads.' Some dolls are sold as talkers "Mamma' they merely say; 1 talk for me and Dinah. And keep it up all day. ('real fun we have together A-sitting in my svinp, I loll her made-un stories And often to her 1 sing. When I am tired and sleepy She goes "th me to bed, I hug and caress her And kiss her hairless head Ifp I've too manv dollies. Why. take off all the rest, But leave me good old Dinah, I love my rag doll best. j AUNT BUSY HAS NOT MUCH TO SAY. Dear Xieees and Xephews : "How do vou do." as .Morgan Cavanough always savs. Vou are not lomg very much writing to Aunt Busv of late, and -he is a very sad, forlorn looking old woman, too. ly t lie way. is Ogden in Utah or Africa rV'or old auntie had not seen the Ogden postmark post-mark for many moons, so she has almost forgotten Lovingly, AUXT BUSY. 4. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Salt Lake City. Utah, Jan. 27, V.MC. Dear Aunt Busy; 1 haven't anything to saw but 1 thoufiht I would put -a few. lines down, and hope you are' well, aiid alf ; your nieces and nephews. 1 will close, (iood-bye. From your loving niece ALICE EX MS.' Aunt Busy is always pleased to hear from Vou. little girl. She is sorry to-hear of the illness in your family, and hopes that the little ones will soon be well. Salt Lake City. Jan. 30. Dear Aunt Busy: I am very sorry that you are cross. I will write you a nice long letter next week, suit. Your loving nioeo, : FLOIIEXCE MURPHY. Aunt Busy is sorry that she was cross. Florence, heeausc. dear, it "does not pay." so the funny, fat I old woman is good natured. again. Just remember, s little girl, when you are tempted to be cross that I wise old Aunt Busy says ''It does not pa v." j 1 WHAT I WOULD DO. ' I V , 'Jf I were a rose ' 1 On the garden wall, ; I'd look so fair ' t And grow so tall : T'd sea tier perfume far and wide, Ui' ;tli the owers I'd be the pride. That's what I'd do 1 f I were you, Oh. little rose! "l air little maid, ; If I were you I should always try ? To be good and true; T'd be the merriest, sweetest child. Oil whom the sunshine ever smiled i That's what I'd do ! If I were you, I Dear little maid.'' ) SUNSHINE MAKERS. -C" (By L. E. Crittenden in Our Young' People.) Harold was cross. There were reasons for this. 5 ; -ny traceable to Christmas candy and plum pud- 'J i g. Ilesides, it had rained for three successive I i. .s since Christmas, which made the matter I v, . j,js mother had gone out to see a sick I ' iend and would bo gone all day. And Janet would if 1 .;1y with him. for she was reading a Christmas book, and she didn't like to be interrupted, either. I was all very- well for grandma to put her ar white head in the door and say, "Well, there's I work for the indoors sunshine makers, today."' 1 lor -be had not upset her digestion, and she did f j "oj c;,iv about skating, and sliding down hill; and j 1 iinyone could be cheerful if it was not for these i 1 lL.)iLr-. Han dd concluded. ISo he remained by the window with his nose .-hied to the pane, and pouted. Bye and. bye he stepped backward, and fell over his new cart and donkey, and then ihey fell over with a terrible clat-I clat-I it. and woke up Mammy Ginny, the old black cat, j who was asleep in the warmest corner by thebaic 5 lire-. Instantly her back was arched, and her tail i grew so big it looked like a boa that, you wear L. j atvund your neck and she spit and mewed awhiL I and then lay down to dream again. , But Harold I ki-ked his beloved Noddy so hard that he injured I onlf. of his internal machinery, and he would not I li o-haw. nor run any more. . . . "Oh." sighHl Janet, "Harold you are getting in- I Miserably selfish with your racket and noise. This I is a beautiful story, it would improve your disposi- I lion if you would read it, or hear it read." I "I don't want to have my improve dispositioned, I said Harold. "I hatc stories and everything and evervbodv.' And with that, he flounced out of the room and slid down the banisters to tw wtint he wihl do , j !. downstairs; but. there w'fis an emptiness arouua V that was usually filled by his molher, and it waa 1 I lonelier even than it was iipstairsfl - . , , j j . "Harold," called Janet, "run over to Mane s and i : ' tell her to come over, I want to make a new doll dress." "1 won't do it," replied Harold from the bottom stair where he was sitting. "You're a mean, selfish boy," came from Janet. "If you can't play with me you can't have Marie and her old doll rags and secrets aml.th.iugs." Janet tried to go cm reading, but tho story lacked interest now. Then she got out her doll, but the dress would not n't after she cut it otit. So she took it into grandma's room. Orandma was knitting, and she looked a little sad. . Janet was instantly filled with contrition.. ; "Dear grandma, did we disturb you? Harold is so noisy and rude this morning," shy said, "1 can't do a thing with him when mother is away." "Perhaps you don't go about it in the right way," said grandma gently, "1 have notieed always al-ways that when you sweeten things with love, the dose i; alway.-- rasjr-r to take. Harold isn't very well, and 1 think he misses his out-door life, so we must try to make it pleasant foi him in the house." "Well, grandma, you surely don't think Harold ought-to be allowed to have his way, and do everything every-thing he wants to, and never give up," said Janet, with emphasis. "No. dear," said grandma, smiling u little, "but if you put a little sunshine and gcntlenes., into your requests, and will sometimes play with him a little when he is upset, you will win his heart and allegiance al-legiance in such a way that he will be glad to obey you." "Do you think so, grandmother i" asked Janet, thoughtfully. "Try it and sec." . So Harold, still sitting on the lower stair in a disconsolate heap, presently heard Janet call. "Oh, Harold, I have fixed Xeddy's voice all right. You ask cook for some carrots and we wiil see if he won t go. Harold bounded upstairs with the carrots, and found the wagon right side up with care, and tilled j with books. j "Xow, this is your ieddliug cart, and as Xeddy is apt to be balky, you hold the carrots before his nose, like this, and see if he doesn't come along all right. It's really a better way than to beat him." added Janet, with a funny imitation of, grandma. Sure enough. Xeddy went ahead all right. And when the books were all sold to. grandma and Janet,-Harold Janet,-Harold and Janet pasted pictures for the Children's Chil-dren's Hospital. This was grandma's plan, and she saved all the card-boards off from the backs of scratch-pads. And cutting tjiem of different sizes, the children pasted all the pretty advertisements, wood cuts and bright colored picture cards on them. 0. yes, first the cards were covered with bright colored paper or cloth, and there was much ingenuity shown in the arrangement of the pictures, which were collected from time to time, and dropped in a box. Ten of these cards were tied together at the top, so the? could be thrown over. 1 "Today is a good day to do a lot of them, a? it is j Holy Inuocentt's Day. and belong to children.' said Janet, as she came into grandma's room for the box. "Perhaps after luncheon you would like to invite in-vite in your friends. You can telephone, and perhaps per-haps Harold can go with his rubber boots and. mackintosh, mack-intosh, and tell the others," said grandma. 'Oh, grandma." cried Janet, "what o lovely j idea!" " 7 , ' , ' Six boys and girls came after luncheon, and pasted until dark. Then cook gave thorn a delicious supper, and they went home, tired and happy. "It's the nicest 'and most satisfactory thing to do things for others," said Janet, with-a happy sigh, as she gathered up the finished cards. "Especially if it's seasoned with sunshine and love," said grandmother. .,. ' LITTLE WORDS. "Yes. vou did, todl" "I did not!" Thus the little quarrel started; Thus by unkind little words Two fond friends were parted. "I am sorry!" "So am I." Thus the little quarrel ended; Thus by loving little words Two fond hearts were mended. An Honorable Newsboy. "I chanced to be walking down Liberty street in Xow York," says an artist whom the Detroit Free Press quotes, 'during that hard storm we had a few weeks ago. The wind struck a small newsboy news-boy about S years old and - scattered his papers right and left in' the mud. As he. picked up the few thai were near him, I heard him say: "Dat busts me!' "For some foolish reason T laughed, probably at the oild speech. Turning, on me. he asked savagely: sav-agely: 'Wot yer laftin' at?' "Not at you, my boy,'- I hastened to explain; and then, to put myself right, I said: 'Here's half a dollar to start you in business again.' "He thanked me. 'You ain't a bad guv,' he said, as he scooted in the direction of Park Row. This was not the last I saw of him. As I was hurrying to reach the ferry, I heard the patter of feet. He overtook me, and asked breathlessly: 'Say, mister, do you go by d is way every night V "'No.' 1 said, 'I don't live in New York. Why?' ' "Cause,' he explained. M want ter give you a paper every night till I square myself wid youse.' "Xow, is there a man," continued the artist, 'who wouldn't like to help a boy of that sort; or who doesn't believe that with half a shqw lie would develop into an honorable and successful business man?" What to Avoid. p 17' The girl who would be attractive must Avoid loud talking, especially its a public place. Avoid slang it may sound amusing, but it is-anything is-anything but ladylike, and other people know it. Avoid making faces when she talks and cultivate culti-vate repose, of countenance ami maimer. Avoid a blaze air, and appear bright and interesting inter-esting in what other people are saying. Avoid making unkind remarks about a person not present, as other people will consider whether she says such nasty things about' them when they are also out of the way. Avoid ostentatious dressing or clothes evidently too elegant for her station or means. And, above all. have a cheerful face, although she must avoid the attribute of the "Cheshire Cat" in "Alice jn Wonderland" the cat who was all t m i 1 cs. Phi 1 a del ph i a La dge r Left and Right Hands. Take a soft encil in your right hand and write a word upon your forehead; then look in a mirror to see what you have produced. You know that I when writing is reflected in a mirror the characters read backward, in the reflection. If you wonder why your playmates laugh when they see what you have written, look at yourself in the mirror. You will find the word reflected so that the letters are produced toward the right, when they should read to the left, so it will be backward upon your forehead. . r ' V . . Another amusing experiment consists in taking a pencil in each hand and in trying to write or draw, a design with both at the same timev ;The iuovenients o:the two' hands must be simultaneous. - The left- hand will make exactly the same movement move-ment as the right, but in the opposite direction. ' You will then have two words or designs, but one will be just the. reverse of the other. The Quality of Mercy. The best he could hope for was dimissal. To be allowed to go out of the office alone, disgraced, branded this would be a mercy and forbearance. What limited another's fears was his hope: but then he had the dock in prospect, the curt and irritable ir-ritable magistrate, the penalty of embezzlement, the unending shame of the jail. Or perhaps the first offenders', act would return him to the hardened har-dened faces and condemning eyes of his world, a marked man, an offense against his class, a traitor to his family and friends. Waiting in the anteroom till the senior partner should Im ready for him. Oeorge Hanbury clenched ! I his fists till the, palms bled under his nails. He was ready to face his doom and take what he had earned, if he could but have taken it alone. Since the discovery dis-covery of his defalcation had become inevitable, and during the two days thst had oiapsed since the discovery itself had taken place, he had realized, blindingl.v, vividly, the responsibility for the happiness hap-piness of others, which depends upon, every man. His father, his mother. hU brothers and sisters. This struck at them all: this was aimed at their home, at the completeness of their lives and the ro t of their self-respect and happiness. His head swam as the picture of their miser- when the news should reach home, took shape in his mind. Alone he could have borne it. He had himself I in a tiirhf hold. Two days before, the manager had sent for him, and he-found him with certain books ope" on his desk. "Can you explain this?" the manager had. asked, pointing to a page. Hanbury looked, and knew at once that the blow had fallen. i "Xo( sir," he answered, quietly. "Xothimr to say?" queried the manager, closing the volume. "Nothing at all." the ijuiet answer. ' "Yery well," said tin oi her. "Mr. Burns will have to hear of this. Go back to your work." Then elapsed two day of terrible punishment. His fellows among the clerks knew nothing, and it cost a strong effort to keen a calm face in their midst and so escape remark. He was awaiting sentence from Mr. Burns, who came down to the office only occasionally, and whose very remoteness from the daily life of the business seemed to Man-bury Man-bury to add another terror to his position. The door of the inner, office clicked, and the manager cam? out. Hanbury rose to his feet, biting bit-ing his lip. The manager looked at him gravely. "Oo in," he said. Hanbury entered.' Old Williaiu Burns was sitting sit-ting at a table. He was an old man, white-haired, with a chin and cheek hidden in a fluff of white beard. Keen gray eyes looked out from under heavy brows; his face bespoke strength and resolution, reso-lution, but there was nothing of harshness in it. It 'was very grave now; and ierhaps sad; but not hard nor vindictive. Thev looked fit one another in silence for a mo- , nu'iit, the strong old man who had succeeded, and the young man who had failed. J "I have been hearing details of an embezzlement J which .you have committed.'' said the old man, slowly. There was a country burr in his voice; Hanbury noted it with an odd sense of having expected ex-pected it. ''1 understand you niake no'defcnse ?" Hanbury found his voice with an effort. "Xone, sir," ho answered. "And you know what you have incurred by this crime?" - "Yery well," said the senior partner. "If you know that, we need not say any more about it. I shall not send you to prison." He waited for Hanbury, to speak, but the young man could say nothing. "If T permit you to return to your work and to gradually refund the money you have misappropriated, misappro-priated, shall 1 be safe? Can I so trust you?" The clerk started and looked up. Old William Burns was watching him, wistfully. "Sir," stammered stam-mered the young man, "I promise I swear ';' His voice failed him, and he struggled with rising nysicria. , . " cry 'well," said the' senior partner, rising and speaking very gently. "We will consider that arranged. ar-ranged. No word of it will be said again to any one." , , , " ' He held out his ham, and llajibury grasped it feverishly. " ou are the second man who fell ami was pardoned par-doned in this business, Mr. Hanbury," said the old man, in a low toiie. "1 was the first." What you have done, 1 did. The mercy you have received, I received. God help us all." . . The shook hands upon it. the two men who had been spared. Britsh Weekly. LITTLE THINGS. ' A little thrill of laughtei a chord in nature's song; A little deed of righteousness to stand against the wrong; , A little duty heeded; a little honor won; A little hill surmounted; and a little kindness done; A little labor daily; a little prayer and prai-e; A little act of kindness to gladden weary days; An dso the whole creation in its ceasclss lleavcn swings,' For little man is living in a world of little things. A little hope to cheer us, although it waitcth still; A little fire for comfort, when winter nights arc-chill; arc-chill; A little dream, God-ffiven. to bless us on tho wayj A little welcome waiting us at the ending of tile day; A little purpose shining through every deed we do A little bunch of roses, to overspread the rue; A little peace surpassing to which the spirit clings, For little man is living in a little world of things. A little hope, a little love, a little toil and rest; A little glimpse beyomlvthe veil, a little problem guessed; A little faith, a little doubt, a little blinded trust; A little halting journey, and a little of its dust; A little knowledge merely of the little ways we: wend; A little dream of Heaven, awaiting in thojied; A little, struggling upward, although on broken wings, For little man is living in a world of little things. A LESSON IN POLITENESS. A friend of Dean Swift one day sent him a tur-hot tur-hot as a present by a servant lad, who had frequently frequent-ly been on similar errands, but had never received anything for his trouble. " Having" gained admission, admis-sion, he opened the study door, and putting the fish on the floor, cried out rudely, "Master has sent vou a turbot!" "Young man" says the dean, rising from his easy chair, "is that the ivay you deliver a message? Let me teach you better manners; sit down on my chair; we will change places, and I will teach .you how "to behave in the future!" The boy sat down, and the dean, going out, came up to the door, and making a low. bow, said: ''Sir, master , presents his kind compliments, hopes you arc well, and requests your acceptance of a small present." "Does he?" replied the boy; "return him mv best ; thanks, ami here's half a crown for yourself!" The dean, thus caught in his own trap, lauerhed hcarti- j ly, and gave the boy a crown .for his ready wit. The right human bond is that which unites soul with soul; and only they aro truly akin who consciously con-sciously live in the same world, who hope -for -the same things, aspire to the. same ends, |