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Show ( lr Aunt Bu3v) iEITER-WRITING DIRECTIONS. rite on one side of paper only. 1 Do not have letters too long. 1 Address all letters to "Aunt Busy. In- lrmouiitain Catholic Sailing Onward. - I am sailing; onward, onward, ' To my home beyond the sea; r I hear the angel voices saying: Come, oh! come us with aie." I am Failing onward, onward, Toward those portals bright; 1 Hin drawing nearer, nearer The city of eternal light. And I hope to see ray Savior i With a smile to welcome me, When I've crossed the long, long river, I To enter the Holy City. I go sailing down the river. Through the storm and gale, t Hoping, trusting, praying ever, But my little bark is frail. i An pels take me by the hands ; And saiely lead me home; Help me to always do God's will. : And from His patch to never roam. And when I lay me down to sleep, r Anpels, oh! angels, aver your vigil? keep. . i If I should die before morning light, ' And mv spirit should take it onward I flight, J And I should sink into my last long rest, I I prav that by my Redeemer I 'will be T blest. j May Morearty, Omaha, Neb. i Aunt Busy wishes to thank you for i the pretty poem you have contributed to her department. You show decided talent and also write a beautiful hand. Aunt Busy would like to hear from you ', very often. May. She wants all the nieces and nephews to know what a i bright, talented girl you are. j AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. '. Dear Nieces and Nephews: I Aunt Busy has not very much to if fay this week, .but she does wish to ; I thank the dear children for the lovely S valentines they sent her. Aunt Busy is a little late with her thanks but the valentinesi ;We--l90 late. However, j they were none the less welcome. Just I a few words about answering your let-1 let-1 ters. Sometimes Aunt Busy may ap-j ap-j pear slow about replying to your let-I let-I ters, but she has hundreds of cor-I cor-I respondents and must answer each let- ter in turn. So be patient, dears. Aunt IBusy will not neglect any of you. You are all very, very dear to her. Best wishes from. I AUNT BUSY. I LETTERS AND ANSWERS. 1 Rawlins, Wyo., Feb. 14. I Pear Aunt Busy: I see in jour paper 1 this week that your dear little nieces : iarni nephews have neglected you. I will write to ask you to receive me i as one of your nieces. I am only 9 years old and am in the third rrrade. I I have a little baby brother, born I New Year's day, and his name is Wil-! Wil-! lie. I Mamma and papa take The Iinter- I mountain Catholic. Well I guess I will bring my letter I to a close. J From your little niece. I MAUDIE CLIFFORD. Another "rosebud" from . Rawlins I add--d to Aunt Busy's garden! A wel-I wel-I enme little "rosebud," indeed, Maudie. ";ive the dear baby brother a great hie kiss from Aunt Busy. "What a swpf Xew Year's gift the dear, wee fellow was! "Write soon again. Omaha. Neb., Feb. 8. TVir Aunt Busy: Please excuse me for not writinp sooner. You never ask I for Nebraska children's letters. What is the reason? V.'e had a merry Christmas and I hnrif. ynu had the same. The Aksarben carnival was held I Vto last fall, and my little sister, l'mthr and I were dressed as little I Ttutf-h children in the "Old Woman in 'i a Pi,f,(." floit in the electric parade. V-'" have a beautiful stone church here J vhidi looks something like your ca-ihodral. ca-ihodral. n -was dedicated last June, j wen mamma and Mae were in Salt 1; l.afcn they got a piece of the stone I; f ''hii'h your cathedral is built. May j v i;l enclose some poetry that she wrote. Ho; hg you are well, I will close. I remain, as ever, I Your loving niece. If VIOLET MOREARTY. II Aunt busy will forgive you for neg- i;r.K her. providing: you will write II regularly for the future. Aunt I P-usy bus not forgotten you. little girl, I aijri sh will always be pleased to hear I -roTii Nebraska nieces and nephews, I '"it the children in that beautiful state 1 do not seem to trouble their young I heads sbout old Aunt Busy. I Vmj write a very interesting and "riRirifi letter. Aunt Busy only wishes ' all the nieces and nephews could s"p your excellent penmanship. It is almost yorfect. Try to write often to Aunt Busy. Jioii't you think you could write a j little story for her department? Good- fcre. dear. In the Shadows. commissioners now engaged in j; 'udymK the conditions arising from i Te difficulties in the hard coal counties Pennsylvania, realize that for a nnrough understanding the question must be studied from more than -one I j"!nt of view. There are. however, u j,'a!:.eK of life in the coal regions that , 'm!t f but one conclusion, no matter f!m w'hat standpoint they arc studied. ne of these has to do with child labor ni child unions. To do away with the rt is to do away with the second, "nlle children are employed, the ong?st non-unionist must sympa-VI sympa-VI Zi wilh the efforts of the youthful f wh t0 pecure Justice, especially f j rh , the,r grievance is based upon the f i ,K lty thal binds together the poor, S the oppressed. f ) . article in McClure's, entitled i ! ,en of the Coal Shadow," tells of i fihi j, j girl emPIo'ed in a mill where I us! it 10 Perate a heavy treadle. To 3uvi.,e Vor3s of the president of the . I -senile union, "She began to get kind : I ' -.'''' of cmppled-like. She was lame in one 'eg and she was lop-sided, one shoulder bemg higher than the other." The child had to give up for a week and a boy was put at the treadle at higher wages than the girl received. When she returned to work she was again put at the treadle. The child union was then addressed by the president, who said: "Girls, shall we stand for seeing her growing up a cripple and the union not doing nothing nor reaching out no hand for to help? I know it's hard to strike now, because some of us is supporting our families whose fathers is striking; but shall we stand for it?" The grievance committee carried the resolution of the union to the proper authority and the boy Is at the treadle; the girl at the bench. Poor children "They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free." St. Mary's Chimes. WASHINGTON. Rome had its Caesar, great and brave, but stain was on his wreath; He lived the heartless conqueror, and died the tyrant's death. France had its eagle; but his wings, though lofty they might soar, Were spread in false ambition's flight, and dipped in murder's gore. These hero-gods, whose mighty sway j would fain have chained the waves. Who flashed their blades with tiger-zeal to make a world of slaves J Who, though their kindred barred the path still fiercely waded on Oh! where shall be their "glory" by the side of Washington? He fought, but not with the love of strife he struck but to defend; And, ere he turned a people's foe, he sought to be a friend. He strove to keep his country's right, by reason's gentle word. And sighed when fell injustice threw the challenge sword to sword. He stood, the firm, the calm, the wise, the patriot and sage; He showed no deep, avenging hate no burst of despot rage. He Stood for liberty and truth, and dauntlessly led on. Till shouts of victory gave forth the name of Washington. j He saved his land, but did not lay his soldier trappings down To change them for the regal vest, and ! don a kingly crown, Fame was too earnest in her joy too proud of such a son To let a robe and title mask a noble Washington. Eliza Cook. A Dreaded Task. A task never grows smaller or lighter by sitting down and lamenting that it must be done, and there's an old maxim that teaches us that a thing "once begun be-gun is half done." A farmer friend of mine has a boy of 14 years, named Billy, who is like a great many other boys of my acquaintance. acquaint-ance. His heart is heavy, and a cloud immediately overspreads his mental horizon when he is asked to make himself him-self useful. "Billy," said Mr. H. one day, when I was at the farm, "why don't you go to work on that little patch of potatoes?" "Aw," whined Billy, "there's so many of them 'taters I'll never get them hoed." "You won't if you don't begin soon." "I hate to begin." "How are you ever going to do the work if you don't begin?" -Well. I'll begin pretty soon." His father walked away, and I heard Billy exclaim in a tone indicating great mental distress: "Plague on them old 'taters! It makes me sick to think about them." "Why do you think about them, then?" I said, laughingly. "I've got to," he replied, dolefully, with a sorrowful shake of his head. "I've been thinking about them ever since I got up this morning." "How long, now, Billy, will it really take you to hoe them?" "Well, at least an hour." "And you've been up a little more than five hours?" "Well, I I" Billy began to grin, took up his hoe. and said, "I never thought of that!" And the potatoes were hoed In Just forty minutes. Golden Days. |
