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Show n ! LETTER-WHITING DIRECTIONS. cl Write on one side of paper only. 0 Do not have letters too long. Address all letters to "Aunt Eusy," In- termouutain Catholic I PROMISES. r k Once when I was very sick. , And doctor thought I'd die. C And mother couldn't smile at me But it just turned to cry. That was the time for promises: You should have heard them tell 1 The lots of good things I could have, If I'd set well. '. . 7 But when the fever went away. And I beiran to mend. And begfced to eat the goodies That Grandma Brown would send, They said beef tea was better, And pave my grapes to Nell, And laughed and said, "Your mighty ' cross ' Since you got well." Century. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Dear Nieces and Nephews: Aunt Eusy wishes to state right this very minute. that she is angry. Very.angry! In fact, she feels worse than angry; she is positively mad! Now just think of this! Aunt Busy very rarely becomes be-comes angry with her dear children, and it has to be something very wonderful won-derful to make her scold. She wiil now tell you the reason why her wrath is aroused. One small sinner has written, that she does not like to return re-turn to school. Aunt Busy does not . j like to scold, but she certainly thinks it her duty to lecture any child severely se-verely who dares to write this. Not like to go to school! Surely you ail do not know Aunt Busy's opinion about the girls and boys who write anything f so dreadful or you would never have the courage to write such a thing to ; her. Of course. Aunt Busy liked school! i She was not a wonderfully good child or a wonderfully bright child, but she did love to study. Poor old Aunt Busy! Her school ; days were the happiest days that have ever come into her life, and she feels sad, indeed, to know that there are any children in this world who do. not appreciate the beautiful happiness of I their childhood days, and the bright I opportunity they have for an educa- n tion. Ah! dear children! How Aunt j Busy yishes that she could make you I see with the wisdom of her old eyes! I How she wishes that she could make j you understand that the hours of your I youth are like the flowers, gay, charm- ing and brilliant, unfolding in the - " morning in ' beauty," but dead in their I beauty with the day! You may not I understand old Aunt Busy'c lecture, ; dears. She thinks herself that it may 1 be hard for vou to comprehend. But I she is thinking of the days in the dim, distant future, when you will look back on youth's vanished hours with weary, i tired eyes. Then, if you have any re- membrance of your wise, gray-haired, old auntie, you will say. "Ah! Aunt I Busy, we understand." I AUNT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Salt Lake City, Aug. 25. My Dear Aunt Busy: Our vacation Is nearly over and I am sorry. I do not like to return to school. I have had such a good time this summer that I do not think I can ever study again. Did you always like school. Aunt Busy? My mamma says she used to I he glad wher went to school. Well good-bye, Arnt 1". - y. Your loving niece, ' NELLIE CARSON. Dear, dear, r rt .unt Busy is shocked. Dear little r.iecv, don't you ever dare write another such letter to Aunt Busy. She wants you to read very carefully what she has to say in her letter this M week. Please think over what you wrote to her and in the near future try to redeem yourself by telling Aunt j Busy that yoil have changed your mind, i Butte City, Aug. 20. j Dear Aunt Busy: My baby sister, died this morning and I feel so dreadfully. dread-fully. If you remember, I wrote to you when she was born. It was last December, De-cember, on Christmas day. There are four boys in our family, and she was the only girl. I wanted to tell you as soon as I could. We all feel awful bad. Your loving nephew, JOHN CONDON. Aunt Busy extends her earnest sympathy sym-pathy to you, John, and to all your family, in your sorrow. The dear wee sister will be sadly missed, John, but some future day your grief will be lessened les-sened when you will understand that 4 the sweet baby returned to the angel's baby-land. ' From' that fair land, she holds out to you her tiny, white hands. Some day, may those little hands lead you all to the Heavenly Father, and to her. - - d - IF I WERE A BEAR. I do declare. If I were a bear. And wanted to creep Away to sleep The whole long season through, I would not go When the cold winds blow. When there's heaps of snow. When there's skating nights. And snowball fights. And lots of thinjrs to do. I do declare,' If I were a bear. And wanted to creep Away to sleep The long, long season through, I'd wait till the breeze x Sang soft in the trees A lullaby ... With the birds and the bees. When the drowsy hum Of the insects come. Then down by the cool Old swimming l'ool I'd lie and doze, ... Until, who knows? I The winter snows Would waken me. v If I were a bear, I do declare, That's Just what I should do. . s Be on Time. ' 7 ' ' The writer was not long ago instru mental in securing a good position in a store for a boy about 15 years of age X He needed the place very muchforta mother was in the most reduced cir cumstances, and this boy was the eldest of six children, and the mother was a widow. At the end of two weeks the mother came to me to ask if I would be willing to go to' the store and ask the proprietor proprie-tor to take Willie back again. "Take him back?" I said. "Has he lost his. place?" "Yes, sir: they sent him back home when he went to the store yesterday morning." A call on the iroprietor of the store elicited the fact that the boy had been, discharged because he was "never on time." "He was late every morning," said the proprietor. "He always had some excuse, but I could not have a bov of that kind in my employ. If I excused him I must excuse others. I insist on every person in my employ being here on time. I am here myself on time, and it is only right and just that they should be here on time." Chinese Fables. A tiger captured a monkey. The monkey begged to be released on the score of his insignificance, and promised prom-ised to show the tiger where he might find a more valuable prey. The tiger complied, and the monkey, conducting him to a hillside where an ass was feeding an animal which the tiger had never before seen. "My good brother," said the ass to the monkey, "hitherto you have always al-ways brought me two tigers. How is it that you have brought me only one today?" The tiger fled for his life. Thus a ready wit wards off danger. The principal of the next fable the Chinese always apply to the European instructors in the art of war. |
