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Show I Y ..Our Boys and dirls.. ! t Edited by Aunt Busy. Peter's Peck of Troubles. "Tliis world oft fills me with surprise," Paid Petor Pippin, looking wise. i -There are so many things that I ' could do much better if I'd try. For instance, wouldn't it be rare jf no one had to comb his hair. Ueeause our hair lay on so tight The part would be there, day and night? , .Mid oh. think of the daily, treat, if we had shoes upon our feet That we would never need to shine i ?oi'ause they glisten all the time. Another thing- that I'd have done j Had I been asked to help to run j This world, would have been, you may bet, To make the rain dry and not wet. Just think how line it would be then To go out in the storm and when ) The rain comes down its hardest, why, Soaked through and through, we'd stili be dryr There are a lot of things that thus I would have done without much fuss. or instance, lukewarm snow would be A joy in blizzards, you can see. And then to add 1o this world's bliss j Another thing I'd do is this; Of different lengths I'd make each day, ' So people who feel glad and gay 'ould have a long day as they vhoose; i' "While others, who are full of blues, ' "ould pick a day so short that they "Would have next week before today. Indeed," said Peter Ptypin, "I i ; v Could change this world and not half try." I , - j 1 Aunt Busy Has Her Say. I IVar Xieoes: Aunt, ?usv can only address the Hirers this week hocause she wants to ask them a question. t is a funny question anl the nieces will su'T'ly laujrh unless thev are too surprised. She wants ir know how many of her nieces Tvear aprons. Xow, is this not a funny question? Aunt Busy has for many years watched the little folks 'oiii to school and has noticed that so few wear the pretty pinafores that the little phis of old wore. Aunt Uusy remembers with much pleasure the dainty aprons she used to wear with rows of tucks, lace 1 and embroidery. She also remembers having: those I aprons tied over her face when she was naughty. Then she used to wish that she never wore them. As she grew older, when quite a young lady, the white aprons were changed for black ones. Such pretty aprons they were, too! The girls used to make them and each vied with the other in making them tasteful and pretty. But now-a-days Aunt Busy rarely sees the pretty things. She remembers oneo. last spring, meeting two sweet mites going to school, each wearing a dainty lace-trimmed apron and on their dear sunny heads were the very pret- liest of little white sunbonnets. To the amazement amaze-ment of the wee maids, old Aunt Busy stopped and gave each a warm hug. Of course the dear little people did not know, nor never will know, the thoughts that were in funny old Aunt Busy's brain. 1 The wee girls brought memories of the long ago to Aunt Busy, the long r.go time when dainty pina- fores covered plain school dresses and the children i were not the dressed-up little fashion plates of the present day. Aunt Busy may be old-fashioned, but ; she would love to live over again the "pinafore" days of her life. So will you all when are are as fat, trrav and wrinkled as your lovinsr old AUNT BUST. I Letters and Answers. Dewey, Mont., Oct. 10, 1903. Dear Aunt Busy: I guess you have almost for-' for-' gotten me; it has been such a long time since I V ' wrote to you. f' '. I see where vou would like to hear from Mary i Patton. but dear Aunt Busy, she passed away last April (23). Mamma and papa are in Butte now. Well, dear Aunt Busy, I must close. Love from my brother and sister. Your loving little niece, ETHEL FRANCES PATTON. P. S. I send a big kiss for for yourself. Dear little niece, Aunt Busy deeply regrets to hear of the death of your sweet young sister. She certainly was a brisrht, intelligent child, the very type of child that the dear, wise Father takes home to Himself. Her death is a deplorable affliction, but the lovely love-ly child has found happiness that is never known on er.rth. Let this thought console you, little Ethel. Always Al-ways remember that your sister has joined the lovely band of holy ones in the ar.gel-land, the land where partings and griefs are unknown. Aunt Busy will never forget the dear little niece, who has gone in the beautiful innocence of childhood to the Beautiful Forever. f Salt Lake' Citv. Oct. 10, 1903. Dear Aunt Busy: It is a long time since I wrote to you. I have been very sick with typhoid fever and once the doctor said I would surely die. I am very glad I got well because I would not like to die. Would you. Aunt Busy ? Mamma says there will be no school for me this year. I am sorry to remain out. I will write to you all winter because there will be lots of time. Your loving niece, ELIZABETH LYNCH. Aunt Busy congratulates the dear niece on her recovery to health. She agrees with your good mother about your not going to school. Better regain re-gain all your strength, because health is more important im-portant than education, Elizabeth. No, Aunt Busy has no great desire to die, but ihcre are worse things than death, little niece. If we try to be good in this world we will not be afraid to die, but God sent us here and we must live until He calls us home. Aunt Busy hopes you will entirely recover re-cover your health soon. Write to her often. . 4 " A Memory of Lincoln. Captain W. T. Burgess of Kansas gives a boyhood boy-hood memory of Lincoln that shows the great man in a particularly gracious and lovable light. One afternoon when 011 anisit to his brother, the Rev. John Burgess in Ohio, the then Small boy, was much interested in a huge machine on exhibition at the state fair in progress at the time. lie had wandered wan-dered off by himself and was vainly trying to decipher de-cipher the uses of the great piece of mechanism and had half decided to seek counsel of the only man in sight. lI stepped up close to him," writes Captain Burgess. "His head was bowed down upon his hands, seemingly in meditation. I hesitated to disturb dis-turb him and was about to withdraw when he arose and said : . " 'Well, my boy, are you trying to investigate this machine?' "I told him that I was, and asked him if he could explain it to me, 'and he proceeded to do so, very clearly and minutely. He went all over it and all around it, and finally he said: " 'How many yoke of oxen, my boy, do you think it takes to drag this machine V "I made a guess of eight yoke. ' 'Well," said he, 'they haul it with eight yoke, but when heavy ditching is to be done they generally gen-erally use twelve.' ''I think we must have spent an hour at the machine, ma-chine, then the man said, 'I guess we had better go over to the buildings and see what is going on,' and he laid his hand on my shoulder and talked to mo all the way. , - "When we neared the building several gentle- j men stepped forward to greet him, and I went on by myself in search of my brother; I soon came upon him, and he said he had been looking for me. ITe wanted me to see Abraham Lincoln. We went into one of the buildings," and my brother went up to the very man with whom I had been talking. "'ilr. Lincoln,' said he, 'may I present my brother:' "Lincoln turned around, and seeing me smile, said: 'Why, this boy and I are old friends. We've been talking together for an hour.' At the same time he put his arms around me and lifted me from the ground. "This was the great Lincoln, and hail he never become famous and the president of tho United States, I still should never have forgotten him. lie was so kind, so interested in my boyish queries anil so willing to give me instruction, and withal so noble in expression and bearing that my heart went out to him in love and admiration.'' j . - , j Her Kindness Rewarded. j There is a litUe story tol.l in the nurseries of j the Vatcrland about a small (Iretchen who went to j see the great army reviewed by the emperor. Ee- j cause she was such a little girl a seat was given to her, though thousands were standing all around. Presently, when the interest, was at its height, she noticed a feeble old woman pressing forward, trying try-ing to get a glimpse, of the grand spectacle. Then ' little (iretchen offered the old woman her seat, which was high enough for her to see over the tops of the standing pecple, and moved off among the waiting crowd herself. In a minute or two a man whose uniform was all covered with gold lace made his way toward her and touched her on tho shoulder, shoul-der, saying: 'Little girl, her majesty would be pleased to see you in her royal box." When at last, very much abashed, she stood before be-fore the beautiful empress, the child could hardly believe her ears when she heard the great lady say: "I saw you give up your seat to that poor old woman, and now your place shall be by me during the rest of the parade." "You don't know but the empress is looking," now said to little girls wdio are not always quick jump up and give their elders a comfortable seat, and it partly always has the desired effect, for there is hardly a boy or girl in the whole German country coun-try who' does not know the story of "Gretchen who sat by the empress." |