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Show j ...our Boys and irls EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. -his department is conducted solely In the Inter-,.,'f.f Inter-,.,'f.f our Rlrl and boy readers. ' "vjnt Busy Is lal to hear any tlmo from th :'.(. r.nd nephews who read this page, and to glva v ,,:prn all advice and help In her power. WW on one pide of the PaPer only, i p0 rot have letters too long. Oripl'ial stories and verses will be gladly received i (1 carefully edited. The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will I bP returned. ' Address all letters to Aunt Busy. IntermountaJn rg'tholic gait Lnke City. SAINT JOSEPH. f ),ar Saint! Thy name was spoken with love by I J.ips Divine, I '. Ilie hr,d that sways the planets was placed with j mit in thine. Tie little foot that faltered upon the earth lie j made UVre led by thee, while angels stood in awe. dis-mHvcd. dis-mHvcd. ' vise. He sought thy counsels: a King, at thy '"inmnd, I r re?e to do thy bidding: a Prophet in the land, : (p flVrh obscure and humble and silent day by l dny, j W'i'li ""V thrc and Mary; a God. He knelt to j 1 i,r;i,ie thop in thy workshop, unknown to all the world, ! S iifli.horod at thy calling white shavings peeled j and curled ) frnrath the plane He handled His hammer rose j I mid fell j jifi Tie smiled to hear thee: "My Holy One, j 'ris well !"' I I ; Mary sat enraptured, adored, and wondered much j y ail the mysfry round her: the wood thrilled at His touch. I I The y,m shed softer radiance, and moon and star8? I I afloat, I J And there was more than muic in ev'ry sonjr- bird's throat. I i l rar Saint! O holy Joseph ! O man of men ! How great J Must he thy light and power, to guide each human fate: I Ji;mh thy sweet protection and tender, fost'riug I core. I hr safe are all our wishes, if we but lav them there! I Belle Guerin in Canadian Messenger. I Taking Him Home. I 1: was a dead, still day, wintry and cold, with s cray atmosphere, close packed with snow clouds, I f d dense that distances seemed short and the I Wizon at hand. The hillsides were covered with i -now. and snow lay along the straight branches of I .a trees. Kven the laurel thicket huddled near the ? 'and. turned their leaves down and tried to spili the unwonted snow gathered upon them. There was ; no win.. Tlie season was unusual for Virginia, ; (Ten for the mountain region in January. ; Tliere was much snow on the track below, and ? sn engine had been sent to clear the track. When 'if' pa-senger train arrived from above, it was de-'ained de-'ained some little time at ihe station. Several men : ame out on the platform to stretch their legs and I inonire about the detention. ; A colored woman sat near the edge of the plat- i'rm. with her arms, folded under her shawl. Be- 'l fide her was a box. telling its own story with Grange pathos. Many glances were cast upon the j woman, but no one paused to speak to her. The Nation agmt volunteered an explanation of the I nidation: "It's a poor negro who lived somewhere I M.-k among the hills. He died last night, and his tie wains to take him down the country fifty miles 'i l'ury him with his own people on the old planta-:!'n. planta-:!'n. She ha-n't a cent of money." "Why don't she bury him here?" a passenger I '''): red. ! The ajrent shrugged his shoulders. "That's what ? 1 finked her. "Why not bury him here, auntie V I i It this region was good enough for him to nve iind die in. it ought to be good enough to hold , "Ijue for you!" grinned a yountr man with a I i-'-rd tac-f.. "Did she see the logic of that f J "N"T s.hp. She says that she and her old man ; "quality niggers' used to belong to the Bald- rp; below here and that that sort of folks was ';f'Fr'd to lay their dead together. She says all -pv folks, white and black, are buried on the old j Ncr-: and she can't feel satisfied to put the old . I '.im snywhere else." I "And slip's gol no money 'J" , Ny' ' a epiit. Slie wants me to trust her for fare, i earrio.p until slip gets back. Says she'll work ! r'11'' ' 'ia'' hard work 10 make her understand i ,.'':r eorporation doesn't do business that way." !;anl-faced "younpr man snickered. J , ''Vm bf.f if don't." he grinned. "That sort of '."aihrhrjg wouldn't pay. so 'tain't likely to come. ;n When the old lady gets left. I reckon I " e,,rnr. to think one place as good as another j s tidi man in a shabby overcoat touched the, ; f"ri:t n ii;. arm. "How did the body get here!;" t'ty, "Did she bring it f . tir; "n a wod s0( with a steer. ?Twas six j 'aid. She made the box. too she and f 'r 'ughter. It looks hard to disappoint her, but !' ,; :! a fellow do? This road ain't mine, and I ' J' fc.ila: ions don't " " 1 'ail man turned away and went over anil J 'Ji'.r'' 'i woman on the shoulder, j s" v" i want to cany the old man homo, ! r'r:.'.' : '-aid. very gently. I ioo'KP,l T)JI w;th tears in her eyes. Aii we 1 1'ja folks was buried "spec-table an' all I m dc graveyard at home," she said, wist- I J'0. "Our white yieople thought a sight o' we all, 'nr ''order ob dcir buryin' place was cut off 'I'M.u-e servants. I was de chillun's mammy , 'kv'," wnr: a,K Downey, he wait on Mars'r. 1 ; :i(ru: p"'r ,IJ put him away out here in de woods ! ' '''''Minon nigger, dou't no famibly nor noth- I "' '..,).,'' 51 " w'as alius quality colored folks." I .. n'Tr :,r'' tllc'v all your white people?" I 'a''- sh. An' de'plaee is solded, but dar's i; ini'"1'' ,lf'"r fiat knows 'bout Sawney's place an' d'"!."', 'lo ?ravrar(1- Ole Mars'r thought a heao I rjj," miin- A? all has alius buried togeth- P ;,.!K' '"'"ke down, sobbing pitifully, and carcss- The rr,,I"h hx beside her with worn, dark hands. rn,i' TnMn strokefI llcr Moulder kindlv. "I had I vJft'i'v'rP!;-.niamm-v wnrn I v'as a dn'ld." be said. I U' ' S,1 Was Fr" 'd to me, and I loved her next j own mother." I lhe"he drew te agent aside into the ticket of-I of-I lice. Ihe crowd looked on curiously, almost sympathetically sym-pathetically The hard-faced young fellow jingled coins together in his pocket, whistling slowly through his shut teeth. The tall gentleman returned and bent over the widow nutting a ticket, into her hand. 'That is yours," he said gentlv. "The bodv must go in the baggage car. It is ail arranged for, and the trainmen will be careful of your dead. The agent told me where you wanted to go There will be no more trouble." He pressed some money into her hand. "Get a coffin for him down there, and have everything respectable and as you would like it. on are right to carry him home. Our loved fee" rSt t0gether- 1 kiow just how you She caught her breath in a hard sob. "I dunno what to say. I-I O God A'mighty bless you, j sah! God A mighty bless you!" He stroked and patted her shoulder. "There, there, mammy, it's all right, it's all right. Xow, you must pull together, for the train is ready to start, and you've more work before you." He led her along to the car, stumbling a little because of the tears in her eyes. The station agent and one or two others put the coffin into the bag-gace bag-gace car.. "Who's that man?" the hard-faced man asked abruptly of the agent. He had taken his hands out. of his pocket, and several coins were enclosed in his fist. "Major Stewart," the agent replied, handing ud his bills to the expressman. "He owned one of the biggest plantations in Virginia before the war. That little game about broke him up lock, stock and barrel. He's traveling now for a Xcw York clothing house. He stops off here this trip. All right ahead, there!" The hard-faced young man jumped on the platform and entered the rear car. As he passed the woman he leaned over and dropped his coins in her lap. "For the funeral." he muttered, and hurried hur-ried away before she could speak Lc Couteulx Leader. |