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Show LETTER-WHITING DIRECTIONS. A rite on one side of paper only. Do not have letters too long. Address all litrs to "Aunt Busy." In termouutain Catholic. THE LITTLE NEWSBOY. (Marie Reisdorfcr.) On a dark and wintry night, k. m In a crowded rity street. " There among a throng so bright. A lonely child I chanced to meet. All the day he had been plaving Amid the city's crowded din. All through the hours he had been crying y J!ut no one cared nor heeded him. Tlie Chicago News: the Chicago News, sir The Chicago News, just one cent. Till his voice grew hoarse, and hoarser; Till his cries with tears were bent. Then lie Ptood beneath the gaslight, ' In that gay and crowded street, All around wore gay and bright. Hut none cared the child to gTeel. Then, trembling with cold and fear, To a dark and dismal alley went, While down his cheek rolled 'many ft. tear As to a dry goods box, his steps, he bent. He hud found peace and love. Ere (he morning sun had shone, He had been in bliss above, lie had found another home. Thus, in the daily course of life. Such little ones we often meet, "Who. in bitter toil and strife, Kind words with joy would greet. Let us take them to our heart. For these, his precious blood was given, " . Then from them let us never part, I .Cut lead them on to heaven. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Eureka, Utah, May 23. Dear Aunt Busy; It is Fo.long since I wrote to you I suppose you have quite forgotten me. I am preparing for confirmation and I do hope I -will pass. Mother General was here a few weeks ago. She said she Mould not like to live here because she could not Fee a blade of grass any where. YoYir ever lovinjr niece. AGNES HAN LEY. Aunt Busy has never forgotten you 0 Agnes, but Fhe has wondered if you wore ever going to write to her again. Aunt Busy is sorry- to. hear that Mother General did not like your home. Aunt Busy would rather live on bare rocks and in sage brush in the grand west than in flowery, blooming gardens gard-ens in the east. 1 Eureka, Utah, May 23. I Dear Aunt Busy: . ! If I had $1,000 I would get a store and buy a mine. I am in the second reader. Your affectionate nephew. JOHN 1IANLEY. Good boy, John. Aunt Busy hopes - you will have a big store and the finest mine in the west some day, and she thinks you will. Your letter shows that you are a bright lad; it is short and business like. Write soon again. Aunt Busy does love to hear from her dear boys. Eureka, Utah, May 23. Dearest Aunt Busy: As this is my first letter to you I have not much to say. AVe are having fine weather here. I am well. How are you? Your loving niece, ANGELA ANTONRAZZIE. Dearest little niece. Aunt Busy .Is quite well and is most pleased to hear from you. What a pretty name, you have! Do you know what it means? , Aunt Busy thinks you write a little like your friend, Agnes Hanley. Write soon again, dear. Omaha. Neb., May 31, 1902. My Dear Aunt Busy: 1 thought I would write you a letter, . as 1 have only written once before. I am in the fifth grade." I am 12 years old. I read your letters and they are very ie and I like to read them. I go to St. Patrick's church and our priest's name is Father Smith. I will . close now, hoping to see my letter in the paper. Your loving niece. MARGARET MULVIHILL. Yes indeed, little Margaret, you did well to write to Aunt Busy again. She has been expecting to hear from you. Aunt Busy has the pleasure of knowing know-ing your dear, good papa .and he often speaks of his sweet little daughter. Thank you for your kind words about the paper. Aunt Busy hopes to hear from you very often, for the future, i I'lease write a little story or write ubout what you would do with $1,000. Much love from Aunt Busy. , SANTA BARBARA'S TEN RULES OF POLITENESS FOR CHILDREN. 1. To be polite is to have a kind regard re-gard for the feelings and rights of oth- ' V ere.. 2. Be as polite to your parents, bro-1 bro-1 thers and sisters, and schoolmates as you are to strangers. 3. Look, people fairly in the eyes ; when you speak to them or they speak - to you. 4. Do not bluntly contradict any one. 5. It is not discourteous to refuse to do wrong. ' 6. Whispering, laughing, chewing gum or eating at lectures, in school or ' at places of amusement is rude and vulgar. 7. lie doubly careful to avoid any rudeness to strangers, such as calling out to them, laughing or making re- ' marks about them. Do not stare at visitors. S. In passing a l-en. pencil, knife or pointer, hand the blunt end toward the. one w ho receives it. 9. When a classmate is reciting do i not raise your hand until after he has finished. , , in. When you pass directly in front ' of anv one or accidentally annoy him, say '"'Excuse me," and never fail to say, "Thank you," for the smallest favor. On no account say "Thaftks. ' School Rules of Santa Barbara, Cal. KING ALFONSO AS AN ACOLYTE, The following little story will be of interest to. many of Aunt Busy's dear nephews . -who are altar toys. -Aunt Busy would like for all of her boys to know more about the young king of Spain, who only a few days ago ascended ascend-ed the throne. Only a young boy, with the responsibilities of a nation as his burden!., "It is a rare occurrence, indeed, in these-days, that a king acts as acolyte at mass, yet the other day Mgr. Rinal-dinl, Rinal-dinl, the papal nuncio at Madrid, celebrated cele-brated mass in the chapel of the royal castle. When he appeared vested in the sanctuary, he found young King Al-phonso Al-phonso ready to act as his server, and the facility the royal lad displayed showed him to be no. stranger in that capacity." ARE YOUR HANDS EMPTY P That was a beautiful thought which sprang from the heart to the lips of a lowly hospital nun. She was attending attend-ing a youngwoman a trifle worldly in her ways, whom the doctors had given over and who ceased not weeping day and night. ' "Why are you weeping, my child?" said the nun. "Because I have to die"," the other answered, "and die with empty hands." The nun at once undid the crucifix from around her own neck, and, placing plac-ing it between the clasped hands of the dying woman, said sweetly: "Cry no longer now. Hold this cross firmly, and when our Blessed Lord calls you, you will die with your hands filled." THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE. To the gates of Dawn, how gladly Would the grayheads all go back. And, among the little children, For a while forget the rack! How their purblind eyes would brighten, How their hearts with joy would heave, Could they once again be dwellers In the Land of Make Believe! O, wiiat treasures that a Croesus Has amassed can equal those That before the gaze of childhood, As by magic, once arose? All are rich if but they will be. All possess what they perceive To life's largest there's" no limit In the Land of Make Believe! What a land It is to live in. ' Where a palace" is as chea p , As a hovel where the littlest May with giant strides o'erleap Highest hights! Tho' .bringing - knowledge. knowl-edge. How the flying years bereave Us of all our happy dwellings In the Land of Make Believe! Still so surious is the human E'en in childhood oft he goes Far outside Joy's sphere, is weeping O'er imaginary woes: For the one that's born a poet, Tho' heknows not why, must grieve O'er the tears that fall outside of The right Land of Mse Believe! Mary Norton Bradford in Boston Globe. ANCIENT GAMES OF SAVAGES. ' The little savages of years gone by were much more fond of and devoted to games and sports than we are nowadays. now-adays. Perhaps that was because they hadn't as much to do as the people of modern times. The rougher the game was, the more they liked it. The ancient Australian's most popular pop-ular sport was a wild game called Marn Grook. It was very much like football, only, if possible, rougher. They had a ball made of skins. There were no goal,' and the object of the game was for each side to keep the ball in its possession, and this often resulted in a small battle, for as many as liked could play, an even number being on each side. Then these same people used a curious curi-ous little toy called a "weet," and "throwing' the wee weet" was one of their favorite pastimes. This resembles resem-bles our "putting the shot," only the weet was small and light and could be thrown to an incredible distance. The inhabitants of Tonga, also savages, sav-ages, had a game which the boys, and girls of Scotland play today. One person per-son would hold some small article behind be-hind his back, and another would try to. guess which hand it was in. The Scotch have written this verse to it: Nievie. Nievie, Nick Nack; which hand will ye tak? j Be ye rigcht or be ye wrang I'll beguile ye if I can. If a person were clever enough to change the article from hand to hand, he kept it, but if his opponent guessed rightly it was forfeited. PERCY AND RALPH. When the wealthy Desmond family, consisting of father and mother, two fairly well-grown daughters and a son aged 12, moved out for the summer to a rented villa on the edge of a su- uran town, they expected to e' very exclusive. ex-clusive. They thought themselves better bet-ter than ordinary folk and the one thing that they hated was poverty. They would not associate with people w ho were poor. Across the road from the extensive grounds in which the Desmond -dwelling was located was a lone cottage, the home of a widow, who had one child, a boy of 13, named Ralph. There was no other house near. Shortly after the Desmonds moved out in early June, the two boys, Percy and Ralph, met. The widow had her front yard full of roses. Percy loved those flowers. He stopped to admire them as he was passing by. Ralph came out just then. The boys got talking about the flowers. From that they drifted to all sorts of other things. Then Ralph showed his dovecote dove-cote and his rabbits. When they parted a half hour later they were like old friends. , Many a dav after that Percy found his way over to Ralph's house, and the two boys had great sport together. They were nearly of an age, about the same height, equally bright and fond of fun; but Ralph knew so much more about trees, and birds, and crops, and fishing, and other things, that the city bov was glad to look up to him. When the aristocratic sisters found out that their brother was going with a poor boy. they told on him. His mother asked him if it was true. He admitted that It was, So she forbade him to have anything more to do with Ralph. - For several days Percy tried to be obedient. But he was loneSQme. He missed the companionship of the other boy. When he thought that he could endure en-dure the separation no longer and that he had a good chance to get uff unobserved, un-observed, Percy paid a visit to Ralph. He had to give seme explanation for his absence. So he told the truth, although al-though e did not like to do 'so, on his mother's account. "If your mother don't want vou to go with me," said Ralph, "you'd better bet-ter stay home.". "But I don't want to stay away from you," replied Percy; "it's so dull all alone by myself, and besides, I like you." "Well, I like you, too," answered Ralph, "but my mother says we must do as we are told." ', 1 don't care," responded Percy, 'I'm here now and I'm going to stay, even if I never come again." So the boys played together for an hour or two. Then Percy went to go home. Just as he left the yard of roses Mrs. Desmond drove out of her gate. She saw where her son had been. After that, Percy did not appear at the rose cottage. He wandered through his own grounds, a miserable boy. He could not see why he should not like Ralph, even if the latter was poor. About a week later Percy resolved to go fishing in the mill stream on the other side of the town. It happened that Ralph went there, too, that same day. But he was a little lit-tle late and he did not go within an eighth of a mile of where Percy was. While Percy was fishing near a deep hole in the mill stream he got a "bite" 'from some big fish. In his excitement to pull in his capture he stepped too near the edge, of the bank. A foot of turf fell into the stream and the boy fell with it. .. As Percy struck the cool water he gave a shrill cry of fear. Then he floundered around, and the little river began to carry him down stream, and presently he sank, just as he rounded a bend. ' Ralph had heard the shriek of fear. He did not recognize Percy's voice. But he guessed that someone had fallen fal-len into the water who could not swim. So he ran as hard as he could up the bank and came upon Percy as the latter was coming up to the top of the river, 'unconscious from fright and shock. Ralph grabbed Percy's jacket with one hand and with the other caught hold of a bush. Then he tried to pull him up on the bank. But this he could not do. So he shouted for help, But when no one came for some time, he was almost exhausted. He feared that he would have to let go. Then he screamed long and loud. Just as his strength failed him Mr. Desmond, atttracted by his cries from the road, came to his assistance and lifted his own son from a watery death. He carried Percy to the carriage all dripping and now again coming back to consciousness. He told Ralph to come, too. So the three were driven, first to the doctor's, and then o the Desmond house. After the ladies learned how Percy had been rescued, and found that beneath be-neath a poor jacket beat a brave heart, and that Ralph was a good, honest, well-bred and truthful boy, they had no more objection to the two binys going together. And so Percy and Ralph grew up through life firm friends, each loving the other for what he was and not for the quality of his clothes. -Uncle Anthony An-thony in Pittsburg Observer. DON'TS FOR GIRLS. Don't ignore instinct. God .has endowed en-dowed woman with it for her ow n good. Don't borrow money or jewels from your chums; the first you may find difficult dif-ficult to pay, the last, if lost, must be replaced. Don't rob your old father of comforts in order to be stylish. The "wage-earner should be given his rights before fashion fash-ion has her privileges. . Don't take liberties with verity. Men especially shun girls who exaggerate. Don't go out with men unless you are well acquainted with their habits, station sta-tion in life, even financial position in a degree, for you may be taking from another needed expenditure. Don't touch any sort of beverage that has alcohol in it in a public cafe unless your mother or a male relative is with you; Scandal lurks in cafes habitually. Don't stare. Girls do too often, then unjustly resent return stares from strangers. Don't wear jewels in the morning; the nobodies do, and if you glitter in daylight you will be taken for a nobody. no-body. Don't swing your arms while walking. walk-ing. The habit is common; it looks coarse. Girls think it looks athletic. Don't permit men to use your name familiarly. Be self-respecting in order to be respected. Men are very rational censors. Don't boast. If you are one of the gods' favorites it will be manifested; boasting is vulgar. Don't use superlatives. Reposeful girls who are used to the things of life that are desirable admire, but never gush. Don't go into debt; it is remorseless; it robs one of sleep; it turns day into night, and it harasses brain and body. Better a few things paid for than many with debts. Don't be moody. The blues are often nature's revolt against indolence. Fresh a.lr, wholesome thoughts, and cheery company are to be had by any girl, and the blues and moodiness flee at the sight of them. |
