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Show Kiwf' -J41 rail pwMm&bk !74k itIIwctwI A Valentino lu Cu.l.l. Ah, llttlo boy Cupid, I know you well; Hut you're not aa the poeta say; You havo no arrows, that I havo aeon, Though ou captured my heart, ono day. You wear more clothca than tho pictured pic-tured I.OVC, And to call you blind wcro a eln; TnutlllkaavnyouTare'CupId, for no one' else Buch a number of hearts could win. Tor they all succumb to your winning wiles, The lassie, tbo malda, and the damea; Though Instead of "Cupid," they call you "Pet," And "Honey," and nil-such names. So I tend jou a Valentino, Hoy, today, To say you may keep my heart. Tor It must be yours forever and nye, Though I felt not tho feathered dart. IDA'S VALENTINES. Ily M Loulso Ford, "Tomorrow 'a Valenllno'a Diy, mamma, mam-ma, and ah, ou ought to aco the big box teacher's got on her desk for us to put our valentines Inl Can I make some, more tonight? I know bow to mako lovely oueal" and an eager llttlo face looked up Into Mrs. Lane's, Mamma stooped aown aim planted a kiss on tho rosy cheek, saying "Yes, Indeeu, dear, aa many at you please Hut to whom aro you going to tend them nil? Isn't jou Hit about full? Have jou remembered Kather-Ine Kather-Ine and Annie at well aa tho otherat" "Yea, mamma, nnd I'm going to mako one for Alec Holea, ho Isn t very bright, you know, and tho beys make fun ot him I thought ho'd like one. I don't believe he'll have any; and Kitty Welch line to stay at home now, 'cause her brothcr'a got the meoilet, and ao 1 thought I'd tend her one, too," replied Ida earnestly. "I am very glad you thought of them," aald her mamma, "and here MAK1NO HUH VAI.KNTINUS. are tome little picture! I found today, you may use them If you like." Oo, oo 1 aren't those Just sweet!" exclaimed Ida In high gleu. "Yes, Indeed, especially the one that came oft tho candy box," said mamma, with a merry twluklo In her eye. Ida was oft lu a trlco to make her valentine, and to butlly did the work that tbo had quite, a handful to) take to school next morning. ' How the merry little volcea dlflchat- ter up to the (cry tlino the bell rang, and Mln Walker kindly allowed tbo wonderful box to bo opened before lessons les-sons were begun, Time after tlmo Ida'a namo waa called, until her desk waa qulto cov-tied cov-tied with big valentines and llttlo owe, homo mado nnd storo bought, one rather the worao for handling, Lntliomefreah and clean In tbelr wouAenvelopca. Sovcnlecnl" the counted In aur-prtio, aur-prtio, when the latt one waa districted, distri-cted, and the proud and happy llttlo raildcn looked nround to tea who bad fired any better. "How many did you cot!" "And you?" "Ob, Isn't that a lotcly one!" "I got mutt at many nt you," were thi wordt beard on all tldea, and tho excitement had scarcely begun to sub-tide sub-tide when Mist Walker struck tho bell ohm more, and every Valentino wat put away till reccM time Only one llttlo girl there wat who hid sot a tingle Valentino, the wat n new scholar, n thin, aud-looklng child, with big brown eye Her dress wat old and faded, nnd the tint day tho cams to achool, one llttlo girl had whlipercd to another- "Joilo Dean's father drinks, I guess, 'cants I saw her with him last week, and he couldn't walk straight." Thlt was, Indeed, tbo aad accrot ot Jotlt's home, and now, when all tbo othtri were happy with their valentines, valen-tines, sho was looking out ot the window, win-dow, winking bard to keep back tbo tears. Not ouo valentine, did I lay? Oh, yet, thero wat one of thoio dreadful ones children sometimes call "comic," with t coarto plcturo of a drunken man, with a bottlo In his band upon It, Some thoughtless boy had put that In the hoi for Jotlo Dean, and In delight the liiil rcipended to her name. Hut when the taw the cruel Joke her Hull fico grew pale and frightened, and ike hid tho dreadful thing In her pocket before any ono could too it. At rtccBi tlmo Ida waa hero and there, thawing her treaturet and ad-mlrlni ad-mlrlni others, and auddenly came upon up-on Joiii Dean, who waa trying very bravely not to bo disappointed, but wiped tway a tear aa Ida came to the window where ahe wat atandlng. In a minute Ida had guetted the trouble, though the knew nothing about lbs tecret bidden depths of the faded pocket. She saw that Joalo'a hands were empty. Oh, Joule," the aald tottly, "didn't jougetiny? I'm to eorry. Here I've got loti ot them, moro than I need, and I wint you to pick out tho very I'tutleitone," ,md the drew her away into thi dressing room, and spread her valentlntt out, 'There, now you take Jutt the one ou watunwitf Jotlc'i faco frightened, but ahe wat too ahy to actept the kind offer, until Ida Intlitej upon It. "Yet, you xniift; I0" Me Tou've been here tuch a llftle while that the girls don't know )6u much, Next year Jou'll hire plStr. You eeo they alt know rat 'oanfe I'vo been her to long," the naijjomfortlngly. There wis one rcpretcntlng two little glrlt bujIjL1""1 ni,Pl,1Jr t work In the very newt roaklnK anJ writing alentlnn, tnlen0 j0,ls ctloe. and tbyly thanked Ida. "We'll say that It you and me, laid Ida, laughing, "and next year wo will mako our valentines together," and tho two llttlo glrlt went back to tbo schoolroom, their feet dancing with happiness, and their hcartt light at air. It would bo bard to tell which of tho two wot the happier, but Ida aald to her mother that night, at sho waa tucked Into her llttlo bed: "Tho very bctt part ot tha day, mamma, wat when I gave Jolto that Valentino It mado such a happy place In my heart that It hasn't gone away jet" "No, and It will not, for It la what wo do tor others that makes ua happy. What la the vcrto about that, dearie, can you tell?" Ida looked thoughtfully a moment, and then said, "Oh, yet, 'It It moro TICK OUT, thc i'hi:ttii:st one. blossod to give than to receive,' and It Is, euro enough, Isn't It mamma?" Our Sunday Afternoon. |