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Show LETTER-WRITING DIRECTIONS. rile on one side of paper only. lo not h:ive letters loo long. Address all letters to "Aunt Busy." In-.trniouiUam In-.trniouiUam Catholic. THE OTHER POINT OF VIEW. : T'i In- a little srirl of ten i S.--ms nice enouRh to boys and men; V , 1 wonder if they've ever tried I To argue from the other Fide? ' f 1 i'n't suppose tliey'd ever gue.s j Tl-.'- stiffnoss of a starehed white dress; 1 wv.nfl.-r Iww they'd like the hooks Ltt alone the way it looks! ' They'd jiever sit at home and sew And watch their brothers come and go; 1 should not even like to tav ThMt they would bear it for a day! Tlx y do not know how hard it seems To le a pirl still, in one's dreams. To fc-l that one ran never be A drummer boy, or to to sea. Or.r brother.-! say we're hard to please j:vuxe wo long fr things like these; They think it is a pleasant life To wait until you're someone's wife. f TVnen I'm a. wife I'll gladly sit At home, and eook and sew and knit; i Km there's a lot of waiting when You're but u little girl of ten. Our brothers do not seem to know That wailing can be very Flow; You see, they've never really tried To argue from the other side! I isiveiyn fctiarp. I AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Dear Nieces and Nephews Aunt Busy is anxiously waiting to hear from you in regard to that last question she asked. Now she is going to give you two weeks longer to answer her. ,, She is sorry to see that there was so little Interest taken in that question. Many of Aunt Busy's very dear correspondents corre-spondents have quite ignored her of late,' and she would really like to hear from them. You see, your letters mean so much to poor old Auntie Busy. She misses hearing from you .more than you realize. By the way. Aunt Busy would dearly like to hear from her lar niece Tessie Reichle. who lives in Montana. This charming little girl was seriously ill when she last wrote to Aunt Busy. How she is now is a question that has caused Aunt Busy Much thought. Tessie has always been a particular "chum" to old Aunt Busy. Well, good-by dear girls, dear boys. Please do not quite forget your loving AUNT BUSY. J LETTERS AND ANSWERS. SDear Aunt Busy A long time ago you asked us to write and tell you what trait of character we liked best. 1 have not had time to answer your question yet, but 1 will do ho now. I like my playmates to be general gener-al ous. I never did like a stingy boy. I used to know a boy, and he Avas awful mean about sharing anything, and one day a lot of us fellows licked him. But he never got any better even then. "What do you think of him, Aunt Busy? Your loving nephew. JOHN QUINLAN. I Aunt Busy is very pleased to hear from you, John. She is also pleased to hf-ar that you like generosity in your playmates. Aunt Busy thinks that a generous nature is always a kind nature. na-ture. But now, dear, about the playmate play-mate whom you licked! Do you think That you and your friends were of a kindly nature when you whipped the la i 7 Aunt Busy thinks that if you had persisted in treating him with kindness h- would, perhaps, change his ways after a while and become generous. I Aunt Busy will judge that boy as she 1 would herself. Even though Fhe is an old. gray-haired woman, she still can- f not be forced to do anything. She . thinks that is what the matter was w iih the boy. Rulle City, Mont., Aug. 9. My Dear Aunt Busy It is a long time since I wrote to you. I have been enjoying en-joying my vacation so much that I !:id no time even for you. dear Aunt Puy. When I tell you that I have 1" en fishing and hunting, you will surely sure-ly forgive me. When I start back to s hool next month I will write to you every week. Until then good-by. Your loving nephew, WILLIAM MADDEN. Well, Aunt Busy appreciates hearing from her dear nephew, even if he only wrote a few lines. She is very glad to k:.ov that you are having a nice time during vacation. Aunt Busy is always , i '- ased to hear that her dear children ..re happy. The happy childhood days i-ass swiftly by. May Aunt Busy's dear i.i!dren know nothing but happiness &!! their days! i i Salt Lake City, Aug. 10. Dear Aunt Busy Have you ever seen ; baby rabbits? I have Jive, and they! i! too pretty for anything. Have you J'l'j- pets? I will be glad if you will fi-.-ept one of the rabbits. Please let inr- know if you want one. Your loving r,f-,how, JAMES CONDON. Yes. Aunt Busv has often seen baby, rahbits. She thinks they are very '..lining.' No, Aunt Busy has no pets, f-.'.lv the dear, sweet children who write to her, and she thinks that they are the dearest pets of all. She appreciates your kindness in offering her a rabbit, lut she is always very busy always, so i'o..r "bunny" misht starve to death, '";d then Aunt Busy would be sorry. keep the baby bunny. James, and name it "Busy," if you wish, in memory mem-ory of your loving Aunt Busy. Salt Lake City. Aug. 17. Mv Dear Aunt Busy: I have only Dust returned from my vacation trip 't, 1 I am anxious to write to you to let i 1 you know what a good time I haJ- 1 have been up in the canyon for the last two months, and I have had a Mendid time. I hone you had a nice t;,,. lhis summer. Well, good-bye. j Your loving niece. H0WARD; ' ! Aunt Busy is very pleased to hear fi'-m her little niece. May. She is also leased to know that she M a good vac.alion. Aunt Busy would like to hear from you about the canyons. Why can't you write a description of the scenery? Aunt Busy hopes to hear from you soon again. Butte City, Aug. 20. Dear Aunt Busy: How are vou getting get-ting along? i have not written to you ior a long time. I expect to go east to school the first of next month, and I puess I will not write to you any more, then, because I will be too old almost. I am now nearly 12 years old. I have liked writing to you and have enjoyed reailing your kind answers. Good-bye, Aunt Busy. Your loving nephew, GEORGE A. CONDON. So Aunt Busy's dear bright nephew will not write to her any more! Well! Well! Poor old Aunt Busy! Is it any wonder that she feels old when a dear chap 12 years old writes that he is getting get-ting too old to write? Only 12 and he is too old to write to the poor, gray-haired gray-haired auntie, who so dearly loves her many nephews. Please reconsider your decision, George, and write a while longer to Aunt Busy. She will be particularly par-ticularly pleased to' hear from you for the future since you are going' so far away from the west. Please write and tell about your school: and in any case, dear, accept Aunt Busy's best wishes for all happiness and success. MAMMA'S BABY BOY. Merry little madcap Full of fun and glee, Happy as a skylark, Busy -as a bee. Chatt'ring like a magpie, Singing like a bird. Such a merry songster Sure was never heared! Creeping o'er the carpet, Pulling at my knees, "Tell a 'tory. mamma, Only just one, please." Mamma's little treasure, Mamma's little joy, Mamma's little trial-Mamma's trial-Mamma's baby boy! Mrs. Munton. The Squirrel and the Peanuts. 'One morning Billy's mother brought home a bag of salted peanuts, and put the bag on a table near one of the porch windows. She did not think of them .again till afternoon, and then, when she went for them, they were gone except two or three. So she called Billy and said: "Billy, did you take my nuts?" "No, mamma, I haven't seen any nuts; where were they?" said Billy. She told him, and Billy and his mother moth-er wondered and wondered where the peanuts could have gone, for they were alone in the house that day. After supper, just 'at dusk, as Billy was sitting in his mother's lap on the porch, he spied the little porch chipmunk chip-munk running along the edge of the piaza outside the balustrade which did not quite reach the lioor. The little fellow fel-low stopped and pushed something inside in-side and then ran awav. Back he came again and pushed something else in. Billy wanted to run at once and see what it was, but his mother said: "Wait a minute and see if he comes again." Sure enough, in a minute there he was again; and over and over he came until there lay on the porch guess what? A heap of peanuts. They proved to be the nuts Billy's mother had bought, and which the little lit-tle porth chipmunk had stolen and brought back again: they knew it was the porch chipmunk because every time he went under the porch. Evidently Evi-dently he and his friends did not like their nuts salted. "Little Folks. Two Foxes. Once there were two Foxes who lived together in the depths of a great forest, for-est, and they never had had a cross word with one another. So one day, one of them said, in the politest Fox language, "Let's quarrel!" "Very well," said the other, "just as you please, my dear. But how shall we j set about it?" "Oh, it cannot be hard." said the Fox who had proposed it: "the two-legged people fall out and have fine times; why should not we?" So in all sorts of ways they tried to quarrel; but it could not be done, because be-cause they were such polite Foxes, and each would give up to the other. At last one of them brought two stones, round and smooth. "Now." said he, "you say they're yours and I'll say they're mine, and then, don't you see, we can quarrel about them and light and scratch and have a lively time! I'll begin. Those stones are mine!" "Very well," answered the other gently, "you are welcome to them." "But you must talk back we shall never quarrel at this rate," cried the i first Fox, jumping up and licking his ! brother's face. "You old simpleton! I Don't you know it takes two to make a quarrel?" So they tried again. "I own this forest, for-est, the whole of it," said the first Fox. "You do!" exclaimed the other Fox; "well, then, how do I happen to be here? Of course I'll pet out" he added very politely. "No, indeed you won't," said the first Fox, "for you are my brother, and we share equally: what is yours is mine, and what is mine is yours." So they g ive the quarrel up as a bad job, and never tried to play at the silly game again. Little Folks. rious. Some of the simple people of Ireland said it was the; work of the fairies who had become displeased at the people. So they crawled under the bed and lowered themselves In wells to escape the fury of the elements. The next morning they came out to see what the "fairies' 'had done. Thev said they found that every hay-cock in Ireland had blown down. They found, that straw had been' driven through oak boards as clean as a1 carpenter would drive a nail, and there are some who declare that a stone as big as a freight car had been blown seven miles from its resting place. 1 They - found that the waters had been lashed into such terrible state that huge whales were seen lying upon the shores of the lakes, and that sharks and small fish were found in the forest, miles from their homes in the ocean. The tale is told of the sailors who became shipwrecked and landed on the back of a whale, supposed to be an island, and the wind carried whale and sailors to a place of safety. Every clock on the public steeples was stopped, stopp-ed, and the wind blew the whistles nn the boats anchored at the wharves without an ounce of steam showing on the gauge. The people who remember this terrible wind, tell how it carried the swords of the knights and lords from the scabbards and left the powdered pow-dered hair of the queen as natural as the day she was born ,and they say that the puint was removed from the barns, leaving the boards as bare as the day they came. |
