. Raleigh Christian Advocate: organ of the North Carolina Conference, Church, South. ed to catch a sight of themerry little family doing acrobatic featsamong the top branches. Sometimes I think Mother Frisky understands; for once lately she came down tothe ground and timidly hopped to within ayard of Bobby, who was standing like animage. Then she darted away, as if notquite sure even yet. But the body-guard is faithful. Theirfame has spread abroad, too, and manyother squirrels are safer because MotherFrisky, by her brave, unselfish act, touchedthe hearts of five thoughtless little boys.—B
. Raleigh Christian Advocate: organ of the North Carolina Conference, Church, South. ed to catch a sight of themerry little family doing acrobatic featsamong the top branches. Sometimes I think Mother Frisky understands; for once lately she came down tothe ground and timidly hopped to within ayard of Bobby, who was standing like animage. Then she darted away, as if notquite sure even yet. But the body-guard is faithful. Theirfame has spread abroad, too, and manyother squirrels are safer because MotherFrisky, by her brave, unselfish act, touchedthe hearts of five thoughtless little boys.—Brooklyn Eagle. face is only possible where there is beautyof soul manifested in a beautiful character. That the girl everybody likes is not af-fected, and never whines, but is just hersincere, earnest, helpfdl self. And finally, that one of ihe most beau-tiful things on earth is a pure, modest,true young girl, one who is her fatherspride, her mothers comfort, her brothersinspiration, and her sisters ideal—whichgirl we should all try to be.—MichiganAdvocate. jBOUTHEim^SliaRTRRIlt. caer 8,000 Graduates. Receives from i to 5 appli-tions daily for Book keepers and Stenograph-s. Book keeping, Shorthand, Telegraphyught. Refers to Atlantas business men andbankers. Write for catalogue. Addres A , President, or L. W. Arnold, Vice-President, Atlanta, Oa. At the End of the Journey A small boy sat quietly in a seat in theday-coach on a train running between twoof our Western cities. It was a hot, dustyday, very uncomfortable for traveling, andthat particular ride is perhaps the most un-interesting days journey in our whole the little fellow sat patiently watchingthe fields ard fences hurrying by, until amotherly old lady, leaning forward, askedsympathetically: Arent you tired of the long ride,dear, and the dust and the heat! The lad looked up brightly, and replied,with a smile: Yes, maam, a little. ButI dont mind it much, because my fatheris going to meet me when I
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