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Show .Otir Boys ana girls... 1 EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. 1 i Th1s" department Is conducted solely In the lnter- l fsts of our pirl and boy readers. ' li Aunt Busy is glad" to hear any time from the i ! nieces and nephews who read this rage, and to give V I1! '-hem a11 the advice and help In her power. ! . ; ' Wrilf on one Bide of the paper only. J I Do "ot have letters too long:. i j Oriplial stories and verses will be gladly received I I and carefully edited, I The manuscripts of contribution? not accepted will j f be returned. I Address all letters to Aunt Busy. Intermountaln - I Catholic. Salt Lake City. I ft AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. . 11 rpar Pieces and Nephews: Aunt Busy wishes jj I II to remind her dear girls and boys that the Rosary ! IH month will noon he here. She announces to her de- ' If voted young: people that she will give to every niece fjl or nephew who says only one decade'of the rosary i (meaning one Our Father and ten Hail Marys), j ! every night during the month, a pretty holy pic- ; ' ture. The hoy or girl who writes to Aunt Busy first ; about the rosary decade will receive a pretty white 1' rosary. Lovingly, AUNT BUSY. I DARLING NELLIE GRAY. There's a low, green valley on the old Kentucky shore; Where I've whiled many happy hours away. A-sittiiig and a-singing by the little cabin door, Where lived my darling Nellie Gray. chorus. Oln my poor Nellie Gray, they have taken you away , 1 Shall I never see mv darling any more? i V I'm sitting by the river, and I'm weeping all the j iday, For you're gone from the old Kentucky shore. When the moon had climbed the mountain and the V stars were shining, too. M Then I'd take my darling Nellie Gray, f And we'd float down the river in my little red canoe While my banjo so sweetly I would play. One night I went to see her, but she's gone, the j neighbors say. The white man bound her with chain. They have taken her to Georgia for to wear her life away. As she toils in the cotton and the cane. My canoe is under water, and my banjo is unstrung; un-strung; I'm tired of living any more; My eyes shall look downward and my song shall bo unsung. While I stay on the old Kentucky shore. My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way, , Hark! There's somebody knocking at the door. Oh. I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nellie Gray. Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. CHORUS. Oh, my darling Nellie Gray, up in heaven there they say 1 That they'll never take you. from me any more. Cr I'm coming, coming, coming, as the angels clear ' the way. Farewell to the old Kentucky Bhore, i Anon. If I I jj Gladstone When a Boy. 1 ' It is not always safe to follow the example of I good and great men, even when advised to do so. J The following personal incident once related by the famous English statesman, Gladstone, to a small visitor, is a case in point. He 6aid: "When 1 was a little chap, just leaving off my kilts, my father sent me to dine with Beaconsfield, who, having taken a fancy to me, while visiting in Ncrfolkshire. wanted to have me as his guest. "My good father, as he parted with me on my way to his lordship's, said: 'Now, William when at his lordship's board, be sure you do exactly as he does.' Well, I went to the good man's home and sat down at the table, and anxiously watched my host while he served the guests, bent, of course, oil following my father's orders to do exactly as his lordship. When the guests had been served, his lordship looked up from his plate and soon sneezed several times. I watched him, and soon I sneezed the same number of times I had noted he had done. Nothing was said, the meal continued without interruption in-terruption for a few more minutes, then his lordship lord-ship exclaimed: " 'A beastly draught,' and. wheeling around in his chair, called to his valet to close the door that had been left open near his lordship's seat. "Again I watched him. Then, repeating the exclamation ex-clamation he had uttered, I wheeled around in my ! chair and gave a similar command to the valet. "There was a silence. His lordship's brow knitted, knit-ted, his lips closed, and he gave me a hard and inquiring in-quiring look that I trembled from head to foot. "At. last he spoke, Ms voice quite determined. "'See here, William, are you imitating me?' " 'Oh, no. your lordship,' I stammered out. " 'Well, what does this mean V "'Only, your lordship, that I am doing what father told me. He said I was to watch you at the table and do exactly as you did.' "His lordship laughed merrily, then turning to his guests said : " "I am taught a lesson. I must not do that which I would not have others do.' " Then closing the story with his little visitor, Mr. Gladstone said: "Little man, always be careful. Never do anything any-thing because other people do it, unless you are certain it is good and pleasant unto God." j ' Irish Beauty on American Coin. A likeness of the beautiful face of an Irish waitress in Vermont, whose name is Mary Cunningham, Cunning-ham, is to adorn the new series of American coins. Augustus St. Gaudens, the famous sculptor, was chosen by the government to make the designs for the coins, and in his search for a perfect face he ( happened to see the waitress in a summer resort. t j He had to coax her to nose, for she was very un- . v willing, but he finally persuaded her that it was a : patriotic duty. Before his death he had completed ) the work, and soon her image will appear on all the gold, silver and other coins of the United States. I Mary's face is to be her fortune. Already the newspapers are picturing it, and when it begins to I circulate on the coins, through the length and ' breadth of the land, she may have more offers of marriage than she will have time to answer, with anything more than an expression of thanks in the j newspapers. Sacramento Bee. iwWimiwiM mmimm n i m"i.m. " 11 'iiiirii.1.ii...j... The Happy Wind. A happy little southern wind Went wandering away; It was the dearest little wind That ever went astray. It touched the city's outer edge, Then swiftly turned aside, For it had heard that little winds Caught by the hot streets died. It went along a country lane, And through the meadows fair. It lifted up a horse's mane, And stirred a baby's hair. It lingered in a quiet place Where tall, fair lilies grow; When noon drew near it crept and hid Where pines stand in a row. It slept until the shadows turned, Then, dancing, went its way; No other little wind that blew Had such a pleasant day. Come soon, O happy little wind, And play with us again 1 You know not half the joy you brought To weary, toiling men. Ninette M. Lowater in New York Sun. |