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Show .Mr Boys and iirl$ Edited by Aunt Busy. This department 1b conducted solely in the interests inter-ests of our girl and boy readers. Aunt Busy Is glad to hear any time from the nieces and nephews who read this page, 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 long. Original stories and verses will be gladly received and carefully edited. The manuscrips of contributions not accepted will be returned. Address all letters to Aunt Busy, Intermountaln Catholic. Salt Lake City. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Lowell, Ariz., Dec. 23, 1905. Dear Aunt Busy I made my first communion last May. Mama was sick all last summer, and for my vacation 1 went to Don Luis for two weeks. I nayed with Mrs. Bums, a good Catholic lady, not long from Xew York. Mamma is better now, and we are going to Old Mexico for the winter. For my pets I have four cats and one dog. The cats' names are Ramona, the old cat, she has three kittens, two black ones and one gray cat. The gray cat's name is Grizzly. One of the black cat's name is Bobby Burns, and the other is Betty Xickleson, for the old lady who told Robert Burns' fairy stories, and the dog's name is Keeper. Some wild flowers are blooming yet. It never gets cold here. From your loving, niece, SARAH WESTFIELD. Aunt Busy is always. pleased to hear from the dear little gr, who lives in Lowell. What an interesting in-teresting letter you write. Indeed, Aunt Busy hopes that your dear mother will soon be well. Aunt Busy would love to see your pets. She has a great admiration for ''Bobbie Burns," so your literary lit-erary taste agrees with her'e. Sarah. She hopes to hear very often from you, little niece, particularly after you go to Mexico. Evanston, Wyo., Dec. 27, 1905. Dear Aunt Busy As I have a few pleasure mo-, mo-, ments, I would write you a few lines that I am well and hope you are the same. We had three masses Christmas, one at 12, one at 8 and 10 o'clock. I went to the three masses. I received at 8 o'clock. There were sixty who received Christmas. Christ-mas. I had a merry Christmas. I hope you had a merry Christmas too. I will close for this time. From your niece, MARY KIEHM. I wish you a happy Xew Year. Aunt Busy is always delighted to hear from the Evanston nieces. You write very well, Mary. Aunt Busy appreciates your kind wishes for a happy Xew Year, and trusts that all happiness will ever attend you every year of your life. Butte City, Mont., Dec. 20, 190.". Dear Aunt Busy I am .writing my first letter to you. Walter used to write. My grandma died last week, papa's mother. We miss her very much. Walter is 14 years old now. -He is clerking in a book store. Jeffrey is in a dry goods store. I attend the Sacred Heart school. Baby Francis is almost 6 years of age. We will be back to Salt Lake in the spring. Your new niece, m ROSE COUGHLIX. A right glad welcome dear little girl from Butte. Aunt Busy is very happy to hear about her dear old nephew, Walter. She was very fond of him, but he forgot her surely. Of course you miss the dear old grandma, but do you know that dear old ladies and dear little babies are meant for heaven and the angels must come down to earth quite often to take the old folks and the little folks away to the happy home awaiting them; so do not, grieve too much little niece, for grandma grand-ma is very hapy. Write soon again, little girl, and give Atmt Busy's love to Walter. W0NDEEFUL THINGS. Keep a watch on your words, my children. For words are wonderful things; They are sweet, like the bees' fresh honey. Like bees, they have terrible stings; They can bless like the warm, glad sunshine, And brighten the lonely life; The'y can cut in the strife of anger Like an open twoedged knife. Let them pass through your lips unchallenged If their errand be true and kind If they come to support the weary. To comfort and help the blind; If a bitter revengeful spirit Prompt the words, let them be unsaid. They may flash through the brain like lightning Or fall on the heart like lead. Keep them back, if they're cold and cruel, Under bar, and lock, and seal; The wounds they make, my children, Are always slow to heal. May Christ guard your lips, and ever. From the time of your early youth. May the words that you daily utter Be the words of the beautiful truth. The Big Man and His Mother. We were at a railroad junction one night, waiting wait-ing a few hours. for a train in the waiting-room, trying to talk a brown-eyed boy to sleep. Presently a freight train arrived, and a beautiful little old woman came in. escorted by a German, and they talked in German, he giving her, evidently a lot of information about the route she was going, and telling her about her tickets and baggage cheek, and occasionally patting her on the arm. At first our United States baby, who did not understand Gorman, was tickled to hear them talk, and he "snickered'' at the peculiar sound of the language that was being spoken. The big man put his hand 1 o the old lady's cheek and said something encouraging, en-couraging, and a tear came to her eye and she looked as happy as a queen The brown eyes of the boy opened pretty big and his face sobered down from his laugh, and he said:. "Papa, it is the mother." We knew it was. but how should a 4-year-old f-leepy baby that couldn't understand Gorman, tell that the lady was his mother? We asked him how he knew, and he said: ''Oh, the big man was so kind to her." The big man hustled out; we gave the little -,ld mother the rocking chair, and presently the man came in with a baggage-man, and to him he poke English. He said: "This is my mother; she is going to Iowa, and I have to go back on the next train, but I want you to attend to her baggage and 6ee her on the right car, the rear car, with a good seat near the center, and tell the conductor t-he is my mother. And here is a dollar for you. and I'll do as much for your mother some time." The baggage-man grasped the dollar with one bend, grasped the, big man's hand with the other, find looked at the little German mother with an expression that showed that he had a mother, too; tnd we almost knew that the old lady would be f ' . '' well treated. Then we put the sleeping mind-reader mind-reader on a bench, and went on the platform and got acquainted with the German. And he talked of horse-trading, buying and selling, and everything every-thing that showed he was a live man, ready for any speculation, from buying a yearling colt to a crop of hops or barley, and that his life was a very busy one! and at times disappointments and rough roads; but with all this hurry and excitement he was kind to his mother, and we loved him iust a little, and when, after a few minutes' talk about business, he said : "You must excuse me ; I must go the depot and see if my mother wants anything," we felt like grasping his fat red hand and kissing it. In "Our Dumb Animals." i |