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Show J 'SY WMJV$-W fa ' 1 1 LETTER-WHITING DIRECTIONS. I J 'Write on one side of paper only. 1 "I Do not have letters too long. I Address all letters to "Aunt Busy." In- 1 termouutain Catholic. I THE EVENING TRAINS, if The first train leaves at 3 p. m. j i 1'or ilit lain! where the poppv blows, , ; I .Mid moiher dear is the engineer, . And the past-enger laughs ana crows. If The palace ear Is the mother's arms; The whistle, a low. sweet strain; ! The passenger winks and nods and Minks, And yoes to sleep on the' train. ' M At S p. m. ihe'next train start's j For the happy lan1 afar, Thj summons clear falls on the ear; :' "All aboard for the sleeping ear!' ' I But what is the fare to poppy land? 'j I hope it is not too dear: S The fare Is this a hug and a -kiss I And it's paid to the engineer. I So 1 ask of Him who children took -1 On his knee in kindn-si great, f "Take charge, 1 prav, of the trains each 1 day. , I That leave at C and S." j "Keep -watch of the passengers,'! thus I I' pray, "For to me they are dear: And a special ward, O gracious Lord, O'er the gentle engineer." - j AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. 'J Dear Nieces and Nephews: Aunt l Busy has received a very pleasant sur- I prise in the last ten days. Perhaps she f should say surprises. She heard from Iher Ogden boys at last after a Ions period of waiting. This week she publishes pub-lishes very interesting letters from Clayton Kernan and Joseph Monahan. On her desk are excellent letters from Timothy Howard and Richard Morris- . 1 1 sey, which will appear next week. ' I Aunt Busy did not publish all the Og- J den letters at once. She wanted to look I forward to having some Ogden letters ; I in for. a, couple of weeks. Does this J not remind you of the funny little girl I who kept a "nice" piece of candy for a I long time and did not want to eat it? I Aunt Busy received today a very nice ! letter from a sweet little niece in Og- den by the name of Mabel Strauss. If Aunt Busy was very pleased to hear i from an Ogden niece, for a change. I Aunt Busy wants to ask the Ogden I nephews something, but please, please I do not tell anybody. "Why are the Og- I den nieces not as interesting - as the . I Ogden nephews? She only has now one i 1 niece, Mable Strauss, and so many dear j nephews. Of course, please' do not tell . j the Ogden nieces what she asked. Well, I f Aunt Busy hopes that you will all pass I I successful examinations, and may jour i I vacation days be. filled with all enjoy- I I merit and good cheer. . Good-bye. from ' your loving AUNT BUSY. w - J LETTERS AND ANSWERS. I May 31, 1902. Dear. Aunt Busy: I read in the paper I of this week that you want us to write I I and say what we would do with $1,000. f j I only wish I had that much money. ! I I Would spend it for charity. I hope I f you will tell us what you w aid do I with $1,000. Thanks for your nice an-; an-; I ' suer to my last letter. Your loving I nephew, NEIL. BONNER. I As usual. Aunt Busy was delighted to j I hear from her dear nephew, ,Neil Bon- I I ner. Aunt Busy tfiinks that you have j j the Tight idea of disposing of money. I I By the way, Neil, are you going to for- ' get to write to Aunt Busy during va- I i cation? She hopes not; she does not "t - want her dear nephews to neglect her. I I "Write soon. 1 1 J Ogden, Utah, June 2, 1P02. I My Dear Aunt Busy: Your Ogden I I boys think you are the grandest old ) aunt ever lived. When I read what you U said about us and told the boys they said: "Three cheers for Aunt Busy!" All declared that you should have some I letters right away. So you did not pay j much attention to your Montana j nephew. That dear little chap may not I have meant anything. . However, we j would like to tfI him to come and see I the stained glass window of St. Aloy- Kius the poor little kids of Ogden are j putting In the new church. Father I Oushnahan has put in a magnificent I window of th" crucifixion. It is the j wonder of Ogden, and as you often told j I lis, we ought to follow Father C'ushna- I ban's example,' if I had $1,000 I think j I 1 would give it to Father Oushnahan J and help him furnish the new church. I Again I will say "three cheers for If Aunt Busy." May God bless her. You' will hear "from the other boys in a few Ll davs. Your loyal nephew, a " JOSEPH MOYNAHAN. j Dear nephew. Aunt Busy thinks you j! ' are a sad flatterer, and if you talk to l the young ladies as you do to the old U ladies. Father Cushnahan must be busy ' keeping you in order. But, seriously, I Aur.t Busy thinks you Ogden boys are I ' the finest" lads in the whole country 1 around. Aunt Busy hopes to see that I handstome stained glass window in ; your elegant church It wil be a mon- I ument to the "dear little Ogden kids" e for many years to come, but, best of all. Aunt Busy knows that the Ogden f bovs will prove real monuments to the r church in Ogden. Thank you for your 1 kind wishes for Aunt Busy. May God bless you, dear, foreverrtind ever. God j bless "dear Father Cushnahan; God ! b;;3 hi beautiful church, and God if very cuo of .Aunt Busy's dear Ogden boys. ; Ogden. Utah, June 3, -1902. 1 Dear Aunt Busy It has been a long j time since I wrote to you. but I hope you are not mad. The "May Proces- ij sion" was held two weeks ago at St. Joseph's church, and it was very lovely i to see about 100 little girls dressed in white march in procession from St. t." Joseph's school to the church and, then ! crown the Blessed Virgin with u wreath of ilowers. They did look too pretty for any use. The weather up here has been very good, with the exception of A ' a few rainy days. As for the question f you put Jn the Intermountain Catholic. "What would I do with $1,000? Why, I don't exactly know, but if I hadTny say about it, I would use It for some char-, HaWe purpose, such as helping Father Cushnahan out with the new church. .. Father, Larkin has offered a gold medal for the highest average in studies. stud-ies. We are 'going to have our last day's exercises a week from next Friday, Fri-day, and we hope it will be very nice. I wish you could be here to see them. So many old ladies say they like to hear the boys. I will send you a pro-grmme pro-grmme when we have , them printed. Bishop Scanlan thinks we are nice boys. He almost said we beat the Salt Lakers so I heard. ; We .think he is just fine. From your loving nephew. . CLAYTON KERNAN. Yes, you dear chap, it has been a long time since Aunt Busy received a letter from you, but,she could not be mad. at her dear nephews in Ogden. She would not know how to start being mad. You iiave written a nice little story about the May procession. Aunt Busy is sure that the little girls ware lovely. She is glad to' know that you appreciate how sweet they are. Aunt Busy does not know of a better way for you to spend your money than to help Father Cushnahan Cush-nahan build his church. Father Cushnahan Cush-nahan certainly must appreciate the earnest spirit of his dear boys. Be sure you let me know who wins the medal. Of course the old ladies like to see the boys. Old and young ladies like to see good, handsome chaps like you are. lit. Rev. Bishop Scanlan likes good boys, so he must have been very pleased with you all. He has always the kindest feelings for the young. girls and boys of his diocese, and praise from him must be highly valued, as his standard is nobly high. Well. Aunt Busy must stop, hoping that some day you will have many thousands of dollars, and, best of all, that you will always be a good boy. Diamondville, Wyo.. June 6, 1902. Dear Aunt Busy I thought I would write to you, for I have not written for so long. I guess you wil think I have forgotten you. I am having a fine time playing baseball:- our team beat the Hill team last week. ,Wehad serevices every night last month; but the weather was very bad ihdeed. Well, Aunt Busy, I will stop now. From your loving nephew, I ARTHUR A. KAVANAUGII. Hurrah for the baseball team, Arthur. Ar-thur. Aunt Busy is certain your side beat, because you were on the team. It was certainly a pity that the weather was so bad during May, but our Blessed Mother will certainly, shower many graces on her devoted children who attended church in the stormy weather. Write often. Arthur. Tell Morgan Aunt Busy wishes to hear from him soon. BEFORE COMPANY. I'm just her small brother. ' They say 1 don't count And tell me my manners are bad,. ' And yet of enjoyment I get an -amount Sufficient for most any lad. A few of those laughs well, to have 'em again , . I'd travel for many a mile. I have chuckled inside till it gave me a pain When sister was putting on style. j She tells that young man that a jug is a "vawse," 1 Says "eye-ther" and "neye-ther," you know. . .. She never plays popular music because It really distresses her so. She warbles plain ragtime when she is alone. Aud her voice is as fierce as a file, " But she gives it a soft, sicki?h clarinet tone When sister Is putting on style. She says she loves golf, but I've heard, her remark She couldn't see where it came in; The way she has kept that young man in the" dark Is comical. - but it's a sin. She talks about authors, but all that she reads -Is a fashion sheet once in awhile; I Yours truly can have all tho fun that he needs . . When sister is putting on style. We've often played shinny, my sister and I; ' She's a jolly good fellow at heart. But he thinks she's got wings and is going go-ing to fly Because she's so terrible smart, : And then when he tries to spruce up and talk back Like she does, a statue would smile! I have laughed in my sleeves till the, linine-s would crack When sister was putting on style. The Kid. . "Say, Mister, what'll a pillar of blue or white violets cost? We want a big one, biggest size, you've got. The Kid's gone." ' The florist looked over the counter at the ragged little figure standing opposite, then out on the street at the row of dirty, anxious faces lined up against the big plate glass window, and judging from the sober tone in which the question was asked that it must be something serious, he answered an-swered kindly: "Violets are pretty-high pretty-high at this time of the year, especially especial-ly white ones: in't there something else that would do just as well?" "No; the Kid allers was struck on violets; never hearn him say nothin' 'bout any other kind of flowers. He ' used to stand in front of the big flower flow-er store windows on show days for half an hour at a time, jes' loqkin' at the violets. So, seem as this's the last time he'll ever have any flowers, the fellers thought we might as well git what he'd like best. S'posin' we have a plller 'bout a foot wide an two feet long, what'll it cost? We've got money enough to pay for it, but we wants to save all we can for the Kid's mother." ' "Who is the Kid, anyway? asked the florist; "1 don't know as I've ever heard of him before." "Course that wa'n't his real name. His real name was Jimmy Peters, but wc allers called him the Kid 'cause he was so small an' sickly. He fell downstairs when he was 'bout 4 years old, and didn't never grow much after that, and was allers aijin'. The Kid was bright, though: led the class at night school, and allers had some book or other when he wa'n't shinin'. Well, Jimmy had been up against it lately-The lately-The wet weather had made his back worse, an' he'd been havin' Shiney Brow's beat up by the hotels so's he wouldn't have to walk around much. ? . " 'T'pthef day. jus' as he was goin home Lo grub, he heard a racket behind him. He turned round an' seen a horse an' busey comln' an' nobody in it but a woman an', little kid. Seems the woman's husband had stepped out of the rig to speak, to someone, an' left her holdin' -the horse. Somehow ,.it got scart an' started to run, an", course, she, bein' a woman, didn't know what to do, but jus' dropped, the reins an' hollered. -"What the Kid was shy in size he made up in bein' quick, an' when he seen that horse comin' up . the street it" didn't take him long to dec ide what to do. He put down his blackin' kit an' waited till the horse fetched .up to him. It didn't make no difference to the Kid that 'twas a" big, ten-hundred horse, nor that he was comin' with his head down 'bout a two-minute clip. He flung down his hat an' coat, an' when the horse came tearin' up "long side he scooted out an' grabbed the bit. pulled hfsself up, an' too' the horse by the nose with his othlr hand, an' began pinchin' so's to shut his wind off. . "First the horse threw his head up an' tried to shake the Kid off, but he found it wa'n't no go. Then he put his head down an' tried sweepin' the streets with him. Jimmy's dad fit an' died in the war, au" I guess some o' the old man's blood must have been in him, for he stuck to that horse like a bull pup to a terrier. Puty quick the horse he slowed up a bit, an' begun to go kinder crooked like, an' then, all of a sudden, he plumped right down flat, with the Kid under him. "There wa'n't never much to Jimmy 'cept skin an' bones, but . when the crowd pulled that big horse off en him there wa'n't much of that. They took him to a hospital right off, an Skoggy Murphy an'- me followed quick's we could. I seen the doctor an' he said 'twant no use, 'the Kid was too bad shook up, he couldn't pull through, an' they sent me for his mother. Well, that's all there is to it. They tried an operation to fix his back, an' that an' what he'd been through was too much for him. The Kid died las' night." The little chap was winking hard to to keep back the tears which would well up in spite of him, but he kept on bravely: "Now' the woman's goin' to make it right with Jimmy's mother, so she says. I 'spose she thinks it won't take much money to pay for a sickly little kid like him. And we fellers is goin' to do som'thin' ourselves, an' we've raised thirty-seven dollars. Course we can buy 'bout any thin' we want with that, but we thought we'd jus' git a pillar o' them blue violets "with 'The Kid' on it in white letters, an' we cal-c'lated cal-c'lated you'd send 'round what was left after takin' out your pay from this here, when you send the flowers up." He drew forth a dirty old wallet, carefully tied up with a long piece of cord to prevent the pennies, dimes and quarters from bursting out. He laid down the treasure which meant the, hard-earned savings of many months, and hurried out to join his comrades, as if afraid to trust himself further. The florist must have had a soft spot somewhere in his heart, for op the day of the funeral there came to the Widow-Peter's Widow-Peter's house a large box containing not only the pillow of. blue and white violets, but bunches of roses and pinks in profusion, and when the Kid's mother untied the wallet, instead of being diminished, the thirty-seven dollars had miraculously increased to fifty.rHarte Cummings in the American Amer-ican Boy. " THE GIRL WHO LAUGHS. The girl who laughs God bless her! Thrice blesses herself the while; No music of earth Has nobler worth Than that which voices a smile. r The girl who laughs life needs her; There is never an hour so sad But wakes and thrills To the rippling trills Of the laugh of a lass who's glad. LEFT UNDONE. It isn't the think you do. dear. It's the thing you've left undone, Which gives you a bit of heartache At the setting of the. sun: The tender Word forgotten. The letter you did not write, The flower you might have sent, dear, Are you haunting ghosts tonight. The stone you might have lifted, Out of a brother's way. The bit of heartsome council You were hurried too much to say, The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle and winsome tone. That you had no time or thought for, With troubles enough of your own. ( The little act of kindness. So easily out of mind; " ' Those chances to be angels ! Which every mortal finds . ' They come in night and silence Each chill, reproachful wraith When hone .s faint and lagging. And a blight has dropped on faith. For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all too great, To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late. And it's not the thing you do. clear, It's the thing you leave undone. Which gives you the bit of heartache . At the setting of the sun. Margaret E. Sangster. |