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Show J l 4 LETTER-WKITING DIRECTIONS. j 1 Write on one Bide of paper oniy. f Do not have letters too long. 1 I Address all lettors to "Aunt Uusy," In- II lei mountain Catholic. - I LITTLE NELL. I It whs only a little tiling for Nell I To brighten the kitcheji fire, ? To spread the cloth, to draw the tea, 1 .s her mother mijrht desire A lilile thinp, but her mother smiled. And banished all her cure. And a day that was sad closed bright and. plad, Yith a song of praise and prayer. 'Twiis only a little thina to do " ? Km- a sturdy lad like Ned ' T'i jrrooin the horse, to milk the cow, .nJ bring; the wood from the shed; 11;:: father was plad to find at night The chores were all well done. '1 ;tm thankful." said he. "as I can be Kor the gift of such a foil" Only small thing, but they brighten life, ( ir shallow it with care; I , i : t little things, yet they mold a life Kor joy or sad despair; Pin little things, yet life's best prize, B The reward which labor brinps, R Conies to him who uses, and not abuses, U The power of little things. f I Selected. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. Pear Nieces and Nephews: Last week Aunt Busy promised to teil you a true story about a little Japanese girl. Now this is a 'really truly" story, as you would say, because be-cause Aunt Busy knew the little girl. 1 I A WEE JAPANESE ANGEL. f There is in one of America's largest cities a very beautiful church called St. Peter's. This church is in charge of Franciscan priests, who labor chiefly among the poorer classes of people. A few weeks ago, one bright Sunday morning. Aunt Busy went to this church to mass. In front of the great marble altar was a long bench, on which were seated ten little girls, all dressed in siotless white dresses, white veils and wreaths and white shoes. They were little Japanese, ranging in years from 12 down 10 a sweet mite of 3. They made a quaint and pretty, j picture, with their odd faces, straight - hair and their white attire. But the wee mite attracted everybody. The day was Intensely warm, and she was restless. She took off her veil, then her wreath, next her small slippers, 1 ! and finally walked over to the pul- 1 Pit where the priest was preaching and deliberately shook her little hand at him. Of course, this was all very V distracting, and the little one's ' mother vainly tried to make her sit I down. The next thing she did was to walk out of the church, draggius her wreath and veil along. This was the very worst thing she could do, and various persons followed her, so the r little lady had to remain outside dur ing the rest of the service. When mass was over, Aunt Busy inquired all about the young people. One of. the priests in charge told her that they had all been baptized that very morning into the true Faith, having been in charge of the mission schools. The following Sunday, Aunt Busy on entering the church, found a small white coflin lying before the altar, while around it knelt the white-robed children that she saw before, but one not to be seen. I The mass began, and the priest com- I rm need his sermon with the text, I "Suffer the little children to come unto Me." He then went on to tell I about the small occupant of the tir.y 9 coffin, and he had not talked long un til Aunt Busy knew that the wee mite lying there was the dear baby she saw only a week before. Matzu Marie was her name, and she dearly loved to come to the church, often stealing away from home to come in front of r the great altar, to watch with won dering baby eyes the lights, shadows, ; pictures and statues in the beautiful Ida co. ' i Running across the street, with a small bunch of flowers for the "bessed Mary," as she would say, she stumbled stum-bled and fell in front of a cable car. Only a moment, and the little life was crushed out forever. In the tiny hands were two faded blossoms that she "was bringing to lay on the Blessed Mother's Moth-er's altar. The good priests, who knew the little one, thought it only fitting that the sweet human blossom should lay in all its crushed beauty f before the altar, where only a few , days before the waters of baptism fell p 011 the dainty head, so this is how tiny Natzu Marie lay in state in the magnificent church amid incense, fragrant fra-grant flowers and exquisite music. . Transplanted to 5od's own garden, in the beautiful innocence of babyhood, baby-hood, was Natzu Marie, the angel Japanese of St. Peter's. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. - Park City, July 29. My Dear Aunt Busy: I read about you in the Intermountain Catholic and I wanted to write to you. I am eight years old and am in the Second reader. read-er. I go to the Sisters' school. How are vou? Goodbye. Your loving nephew, JOHN YV. "Will the dear new nephews from Park City please write soon again to Aunt Busy and sign his name? She is sure that you are a dear, bright boy and she really does want to know your name. Write often to Aunt Busy. Rock Springs, Wyo., July 16. Dear Aunt Busy: This is the first time for me to write you. ' I am 12 years old and I help mamma in the house. Mamma said I should have written to you sooner, but you must excuse me for waiting so long. I must dose n ow, hoping to see my letter in print. Goodbye, from your niece. I SARAH LAVEKTY. C "Better late than never," little niece. Aunt Busy is always delighted to hear from a new niece or nephew. She is delighted to know that you are one I f th "mother's" girls." Do you know What Aunt Busy means by this? She means a little girl, who helps her dear mother and is always good and she knows you are fthis sort. Write soon aain. Crested Butte, Colo., July 18. Dear, Roving Aunt Busy: I will write to you today, as this is the first time I have ever written to you. I am visiting my grandparents and they take the Intermountain Catholic, and I enjoy reading the nice letters. I am 12 years old and am in the sixth grade. I have brown hair, brown eyes and fair skin. My folks live in Gunnison. i have two sisters, one is 8 years old and the other two months old. My big sister's name is Nora and the other oth-er is Louise. They are both very sweet little sisters. I guess, dear aunty, I will close fof this time, so goodbye. From your loving neice, ISABEL BRAY. A glad welcome little Isabel from Aunt Busy! She hopes that you tvW continue to write to her for the future because she wants all the dear sweet girls in the "country round" to write to her. Give her love to sister Nora and a great big kiss to the wee sweet baby when you see her. Write soon again, dear. How Tom "Went, to the Aeademv. . "Deestrick school an' 'rithmetic was good enough for me, and there ain't no sense in your X-Y-Z-in', anyway," said Uncle Daniel. "But I want to study philosophy and history, too, you know." "Yes, I know. You want to dress up in your go-to-meetin' clo's, and leave the chores for somebody else to do " "Why, no, uncle " "Yes, you do. Anyway, I hain't got any money to pay anybody's schoolin', 'specially for a body . who don't earn his salt." Tom, to the surprise of Aunt Mary, (he often surprised her), said not a word. "The first boy who has lived with us six months without getting into hot water," she mentally expressed it, for Uncle Daniel was an unreasonable, close-fisted driver, always domineering, and particularly so to a boy, each year j having a new one "to do the shores," giving him his board and twelve weeks il wmier si-iiuuiiug iui ii). iuia jrat his wife's nephew, left an orphan, had come to them, and, being their own, so to speak, had extra tasks put upon his young shoulders, in spite of Aunt Mary's mild protests. "Tommy, if it's best, the Lord will provide a way," she whispered, when she slipped into his 100m to see if he needed another blanket on his bed. "Dear Aunt Mary," was Tom's reply. But she had so .cheered him he began anew to study how it could be done. While he dreamed he was selling snowballs from door to door, he opened his eyes and heard Uncle Daniel shouting: "Get up, lazy bones: It's 5 o'clock, and not a chore done!" "Tom soon had an idea." Neighbor Johnson was over to transact some business with Uncle Daniel, and casually casu-ally remarked, "I'll soon have a horse to sell, for I'm going to give up my milk route. It doesn't pay to run a team for fifty quarts when I can get 28 cents a can at the door." Tom, quick at figures, instantly thought: "8 into 2S, 34; 3 from 6, 2Ja; fifty times 2 is 123, and seven times 125 is 875 eight dollars and seventy-five cents!" and exclaimed: "Oh, uncle!" to say: "You here? Just feed the pigs and the hens, and then saw wood till dinner time-an' be quick about it, too!" "Uncle, how much do I earn, anyway?" any-way?" ho inquired a few days later. "Earn? WTiy, you don't ear your salt!" "All right, then. How glad you'll be to know that Mr. Johnson is going to sell me his milk, and I am going to take his customers. I shall get $1.25 profit each day; J2.50 on Saturday, for I shall go. twice, instead of Sunday. So you will not have to support me any longer. Mrs. Johnson will board me f;cr $2.50 a week, and Professor Morse has engaged me to ring the academy bell, morning and night, for my tuition.". tui-tion.". Amazed, Uncle Daniel stared at the boy of 14, who bravely looked him in the- face. But soon he exclaimed: "Humph! And do you suppose you can run on like that say, do you?" "Why, yes, uncled I don't earn my rait here, you know, and I will not live cn you another week. Thank you very much for what you have done for me." Aunt Mary and Mr. Johnson were both theiV?, and the man, though in a rage, realized how he had overreached himself, and saw no way to recover lost ground, though he growled: "Where are you going to get your team, I should like to know?" "Oh, uncle, I'm going to be milkman and team, too!" And, in spite of all, he laughed long and merrily. "Hallo milkman," shouted the academy acad-emy boys, as Tom, after ringing, the quarter-of-nine bell, joined them. "Milkman, bell ringer, beggar man, thief!" cried the rudest ones. Yet every weekday morning, at half-past 5 o'clock, Tom, with a hand cart containing con-taining several cans of milk his school books, and a basket of food, left Farmer Farm-er Johnson's. It was down hill, and only a mile to the village, so Tom easily delivered the milk in time for a lunch and the ringing ring-ing of the bell, and then the remainder of the day was all his own. Truly he was an independent boy, earning more than enough for his support, sup-port, though he gladly went back to board with "Aunt Mary at $2.50 per week. Another boy did "the chores," and Uncle Daniel had to pay him wages, while Tom, through his whole academy course, was "milkman and team," and saved quite a sum toward his college bills. Verily, where there's a will there's a way. and the Lord does provide. . . ' I If You Please. Always say these words when asking a favor. Not only can children follow this suggestion with profit, but it would also be well if parents, teachers and all ! others who may be in a position of authority au-thority would remember to use them, bothin their dealings with one another and with those over whom they may have supervision. The Home Guard recently contained an anecdote that admirably illustrates the truth of the above statement: "When the Duke of Wellington was sick, the last thing he took was a little tea. When his servant ser-vant handed it to him in a saucer and asked him if he would have it, he replied, re-plied, 'Yes, if you please.' These were his last words. How much kindness and courtesy are expressed by them! He who had commanded the greatest armies in Europe, and had long used the throne of authority, did not despise de-spise or overlook the small courtesies of life.- Ah. how many boys do! What a rude tone of command they often use to their little brothers and sisters, and sometimes to their mothers! This is ill-bred and un-Christian. and shows 1 a coarse nature and a hard heart. Don't forget these little words, 'If you please.' " |