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Show S H n ; ::;,Vo8v aut busy) Y ? I I LETTER-WRITING DIRECTIONS. I write on one side of paper only. I Io not have letters loo long. 1 Addrc.-s ail letters to "Aunt Busy," In- s ' Krmouniain Catholic s ' I I REMEMBER MOTHER. 1 J Ah, rliiid. with your lightsome spirit, I And happy, beaming face, Ami your jilad, young life surrounded t " with tender Jove and grace, There are tears in the eyes of your '. mother, j. J 1 saw them dropping slow ' 1 And you can never unsay the words 1 you said , I One little hour ago. I Life is blest for you, darling, i I The path stretches wide and fair, i I But need you forget the dear home !love. And mother's patient care? O. the careless words, the impatient tone, Tbir mission is cruel as a blow. Vet you can never unsay the words you said One little hour ago. Srme. day when the fingers of silence On those grieving lips are laid, And you hear neither welcome nor greeting. ' Though your heart is sore dismayed, Tou will think of the wounds you gave her. While in vain your sad tears flow. For you can never unsay the words you said One little hour ago. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAT. J Dear Nieces and Nephews: J Aunt Busy wants to tell you some ' "news" or "gossip." What would you L all it? The other day Aunt Busy I had a birthday. Just think of old Aunt I Busy having a birthday! No, she will J not tell you what, birthday it was. Poor old Auntie! She has to take the family Eible to find out how old she i; was. From early childhood she has always ' had a birthday cake, but for the past several years, even the very largest rake could hardly hold the candles, so this year she decided to give up the cake that is, the "candle cake." Aunt Busy wishes that, for the next two weeks, all of her dear . children would try to guess how old she is. Don't you think it will be lots of fun? Aunt Busy thinks so. Now who will be the first guesser? AUNT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Rawlins, Wye, March S. Dear Aunt Busy: I thought I would write again and tell you more this time. I am going to make my first Holy Communion and Confirmation, and am preparing now. I am 11 years old. I pro to the Sisters' school and my teacher's name is St. Mary Aquinata, and I take music, and my music teacher's name is Sister Mary Anysia. My brother John is an altar hov. and I niy brother Willie is at All Hallows college at schooL And I have a sis-j ter, Katie, who is attending school and taking music, and a dear mother. I will bring my letter to a close. From MARGUERITE WALLACE. Aunt Busy hopes to hear very often from you. Marguerite. How are all the" other dear Rawlins "rosebuds"? Give them Aunt Busy's best love. Aunt Busy has seen your brother. H is a fine fellow, indeed, like all the All Hallows boys. Why can you not induce your brother to write to Aunt Busy? 'iood-by, Marguerite. Will the "dar mother's" dear little daughter j w rite soon again? 1 1 I March 10. i l.r-ar Aunt Busy: I hope you can forgive me for not writing sooner. I wish the days were longer, then perhaps per-haps I could find more time. I have so many lessons and so little time to get them. 1 think it -would be better to have a ''ay inr each separate stuOV and not g;-t everything so mixed up." I read a 1 i' te i ii your paper about Celia Thax-the Thax-the child of the lighthouse, and it was my lesson next day. What a beautiful beau-tiful world this would be if all hearts why- as kind as hers! I know you are just like her, because you are kind to everybody. Next time j 1 tfll you about my dog. I was j offered $3 for him, but could not sell friend so kind and good as j "firownie." I am your nephew. WALTER COUHGLIN. f s. Aunt Busy will forgive you, ""r, because you letters are so in-t"risiiiiff in-t"risiiiiff When they come. Dear boy, a!P the days not long enough for you? Aunt Busy thinks that perhaps you oo p. -it arrange your time well. Aunt F'"v has learned from sad experience 'hat unless method is used in doing w k. that time will pass quickly, and ""profitably. -s, dear, this world would be very o'-autiful if there were more "Celia J haxters," then then, dear, meeting the '"agreeable creatures of the world "''Kes people appreciate the good, kind people more. Aunt Rusy wishes that she deserved your very kind opinion of her. In-d. In-d. she is not all that you think. Uiis w.ny she preaches to the dear h 'n'ldren so much, because she realizes now, when she is so old, how much of me s sweetness and beauty she has niiss.-d. Aunt Busy thinks you did quite right jo keep "Brownie." Do not give him "P. "ear. Love of any kind or from 'owest and pocrrest of animals is "'"h more than ?3. I " unt Busy hopes" that all her dear , girls win read this truly good article "n:ten for the Pittsburg Observer by , ,"lla Teresa Butler. Aunt Br.sy thinks writer must be a A ery sweet, dear , fiILd. w!e woman. 1 ile girl who is devoted to her home I"pyho loves and respects her parents ,?J ,ls kind and helpful to her sisters . 'a "''others will have much to bright- j n and sweeten her future years. The f i.!! vWho is beiit on making a "career" I h n Js anxious to get away from the j "i'e nest is, generally speaking, the 1 lif Who I71akes the most mistakes in I '.. ,h,e' Self-dependence is an excellent ling, but unless it be assarted with ! ence u'fth 7and Some Pral experi-rean experi-rean "?9 World U apt to Im re- l0ss than Sain. My dear girls, now ,s the time for you to gather prfsenUtnane WiU brighten the present and rad ate the future Re-member Re-member that nothing wilfbeauUfy ySfr fovi J?10re P0tt'-fully than your Tenn,- VOtl0n and affection to home. ' thn! f .nKaVS' "Bter not be at all tnan not be noble" and certainly it Is ' nJi w?S uto be"noble that we accomplish accom-plish the best results. JULIA TERESA BUTLER. 12-Year-old Girl Runs Teleeranh. I Office. The, youngest "business woman," or one of them, is not yet a woman. She J v,'m nave to live about twice as long as she has before she can arrive at , the dignity of sufficient years to en-I a ye, ,V to be callei a woman. She is Adelaide Squiies and she is practically manager of a postal telegraph station. Her father, John B. Squires, formerly former-ly a telegraph operator, is now conducting con-ducting a hotel near New Brunswick, N. J. When he went into this business busi-ness he arranged to have a station of the telegraph company installed in his hotel office. His little daughter, from early childhood, had studied the Morse alphabet, and by degrees had learned to send messages. Her next acquirement of knowledge had been to learn, to receive, and by the time she was 1J. years old she could handle the ordinary business of the keys. Then she added a knowledge of the switchboard and of the commercial end of the business. Now, at the age of 12, she is in charge of the hotel telegraph tele-graph station. Chicago Tribune. HIS PROMISE. The school was out, and down the street, A noisy crowd came thronging: The hue of health, a gladness sweet, To every race belonging. Among them strode a little lad. Who listed to another. And mildly said, half grave, half sad: "I can't; I promised mother." A shout went up, a ringing shout Of boisterous derision. But not one moment left in doubt That manly brave decision. "Go where you please, do what you will, " He calmly told the other. But I shall keep my word, boys, still; "I can't; I promised mother." God's blessing on that steadfast will, Unyielding to another, v Th-it bears all jeers and laughter still. Because he promised motherr Pittsburg Observer. A Little Boy's Temptation. It all happened in a very few moments, mo-ments, but it was a serious battle while it lasted. The visiting doctors had departed, de-parted, the head nurse returned to thft ward, and Willie Skelton, elevator boy, porter, and "general usefulness," as one of the house surgeons called , him, came in through the main entrance of the hospital from an errand up town. A roll of greenish brown something lay on the floor a few steps from the doorway. More from force of habit, the boy stooped to pick it up, thinking it one of the many scraps of paper he gathered for the waste basket during the course of a day. What was his amazement to discover a thick roll of ten-dollar bills, much soiled and frayed! There is a feeling, a sort of half savage sav-age instinct in us, particularly in children, chil-dren, of ownership in whatever is come upon by chance. On deliberation we would be horrified at entertaining such a thought, which would scarcely be acknowledged ac-knowledged even to ourselves; nevertheless never-theless it passes like a faint gljmmer through the mind. Gazing on the notes, the boy's first distinct thought was that Dr. Jones had dropped them going out, as he had met the doctor at the corner. He walked out into the bright sunlight sun-light with the intention of overtaking him. Of course he would return them. What a lot of money, and all that could be done with it! All unsought came the vision of the careworn mother, hard working, patient, and oh! so good, toiling for scant wages in the big woolen wool-en mill down by the river. Only that morning she had spoken of the rent about due, and she did try hard to make ends meet. Dr. Jones was far down the street. How many rolls like this had passed through the great man's hands! Mother might get that new dress she wanted she might take a trip to see Granny away off in the little farm house among the hills. . The tired little feet dragged slowly along. It belonged to Dr. Jones, who was always good to everyone. Then the faint whispers of the tempter came back poor little sister, whose baby eyes glistened when passing the shining windows win-dows of the toy store yesterday. "Brother, if I only had a doll like that! and his promise that shenvould get one some day. What infinite possibilities lav within his reach just then! Dr Jones was still in sight; he could not have missed the money yet; perhaps per-haps would not until night, and then would he think of the hospital, much less would he connect the elevator boy with the affair? It was such a small thing from the doctor's store of plenty. A man reeled around the corner with flushed face and torn coat. Willie stopped suddenly if he should ever come to that! The man brushed roughly rough-ly past him. Unconsciously the child s fingers closed tighter over the money held in his pocket It may have been the soft feeling of the notes; it may-have may-have been his loathing of the creature gone by; whatever it was his whole soul awakened to the reality that he was on -the verge of stealing-that he wished to keep what was not his own. The idea filled him with deep self-contempt. Truly he was the lowest of the low he could cheat the man who had been kindness itself to him, ever since i he worked in the hospital. Fearful lest the temptation should re- . turn, and trying to banish the thought of so much money in his possession. hi sole aim now was to reach Dr. Jones as speedily as posible. The latter bad, finished talking to a friend and was turning away, when the boy touched. Win .en tl)e..arin, . , . ! ."Ye11- y little man, anything wrong at the hospital? You look frightened out of your wits." J'h! es. sir; please, you must have aropped this leaving there a little while ago, handing him the notes without even glancing at them. Dr. Jones, thoroughly surprised, quickly put his . nana into his vest pocket, and, finding it .empty, took the roll from the boy. . Yu are a good little boy, and honorable. honor-able. Here, run now and eat all the ice cream you can," placing a bright silver cotn m the little brown hand. Oh! doctor, no; I '-an't take it. I'm not good at all y-u don't know" a puzzled look on the. doctor's face "I've been so mean, and I hate myself." And he told how he had allowed himself to be tempted, and how nearly he came giving in. . V1?0 you know'. boy, you're a regular orick! And you were brave enough, a little mite like you, to resist such a strong temptation? Tou deserve something some-thing more than a silver dollar. I'll not forget you, child." A few weeks after, Dr. Jones, finding his messenger boy had more work to do than he was able, offered to take Willie as help. He was such a bright, clever little chap that he finally decided to educate the boy. Willie was ever thankful in after years to think God had given him the grace to save him from that sin not for the reward that came by it, but for preserving a clean conscience and his self-respect. As in childhood, so it became be-came his lifelong prayer, that he and all who have to battle with the small evil voice, would obtain grace to stifle its horrible pleadings. Let Us Go to Sweetness. (Church Progress.) A little legend of the child Jesus, floated down to us across the centuries, cen-turies, embalmed in . the fragrant odors of the east, and preserved in all its beauty and freshness. "The children of Nazareth, when they sought the society of their Divine little Companion, said one to another: "LET US. GO TO SWEETNESS!" I. , "Come! Let us go to Sweetness!" Thus they were wont to say, The little ones of Nazareth, When forth they went to play II. To Joseph's humble shelter, Where little Jesus played, Near Mary, His sweet Mother, Beneath the palm trees' shade. III. "As the panting hart to fountains, Whence sparkling waters flow, So to the Little Jesus These young disciples go IV. To that sweet fiow'r of Jesse, The Eternal Father's Son, . That bloomed beneath the branches Of the trees of Lebanon. V. Than honey and the honeycomb, Far sweeter are His ways, And in His gentle company They spend their happy days. VI. "Come! Let us go to Sweetness! As those Hebrew children went; Come! Let us go to Jesus, Ere life's short day be spent! VII. "Come! Let us go to Sweetness, The little children's friend; To us. His well-loved Gentiles, A message He did send "His loving invitation ': Has called us from afar: Come to me, ye who labor And heavy-burdened are!" G. M. P. (Written by a Sister of Mercy in the Convent of the Most Holy Trinity, Bantry, Bantry Bay, Ireland.) HE WASN'T PREPARED. The Fiery Chariot Called For Brer' Williams, All Right. It is pretty generally understood among the brethren of the settlement that some day, in the economy ef Providence, Prov-idence, an angel from Paradise was to call upon Br'er Williams, place him in a "cheeryoot" of fire, and take him galloping to glory. This understanding was the result of repeated statements of Br'er Williams that the said "angel had appeared to him in a dream, and had warned him to put his house in order that he might be ready at a moment's mo-ment's notice to depart in the celestial carriage. And it was remarked that it was with a more, serene countenance and ever uplifted, expectant eyes that Br'er Williams walked among his fellow fel-low men thereafter. "Hit may be," he said to them, "dat I'll be took endurin' my daily walk-right walk-right in de middle er de street, befo' de eyes er all er you; so hit's behoovin' er me ter be dressed en ready, en ter have my min' in ez peaceful a frame ez dat what my pictur's in, hangin on de home wall!" But time wore on: and many lost faith in the advent of the angel with the fiery chariot, until one dark night long to be remembered by Br'er Williams Wil-liams and the community when satan influenced a few of the brethren, who were of a mischievous mind, to make Br'er Williams the victim of a practical joke. He was sleeping soundly In his cabin when he heard the galloping of horses, the sudden stopping of a vehicle at his door saw a glimmer of lights through the window chinks, and caught the sound of low, sepulchral voices. Then there was -a slow, measured knock at the door, and a voice, as from the tomb, crying: "Br'er Williams! Br'er Williams!" He rose to a sitting posture on the bed chill perspiration dripping from his brow. - But no onswer. "Br'er Williams! Br'er Williams!" His limbs shook till the bedslats rattled, rat-tled, and it seemed that the very shingles shin-gles on the roof were dancing. Shivering and wild-eyed he crawled forth and .peeped through the shutter. Saints above him! The fiery chariot was there the wheels blazing the ghostly horses impatiently pawing the There was but one escape for him the chimney. And up he crawled, as far as its narrowing limits would let him just as the door gave way, and the ghostly visitors entered. "Br'er Williams! Where are you? The fiery chariot is waiting." For answer they heard muffled sounds up the chimney: "Lawd, he'p me ter reach de top! Good Lawd, he'p me!" But his dangling feet were visible, and by them he was dragged down and carried howling to the door by two white-robed figures. "Don't take me now!" he pleaded. "1 got a blister on aiy chist already, en can't stan no mo' fire! Don't take me, : Kunnel Angel, don't take me!" But the noise and the scuffling had j alarmed the phantom horses, and j away they dashed down the dark road, with the fiery chariot blazing at their Keels, and after them sped the ghostly visitants who had been struggling with j Br'er Williams. i Then a number of the citizens who had been lurking conveniently near rushed in and asked the old man what was the matter. When he had breath enough he gasped: "Looky. what you gone en done now! The fiery cheeryoot come fer me. en 'fo' I had time ter jump in you folks copied up. en skeered it off!" . |