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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 24, 1912, Image 16

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LITTLE STORIES.
One day a pastor was calling
upon a dear old lady, one of the
"pillars" of the church to whicli
they belonged. As he thought of
her longand useful life and looked
upon hre sweet, placid counte
nance bearing but few tokens of
her 92 years of earthly pilgrim
age, he was moved to ask her:
"My dear Mrs, S,, what has been
the chief source of your strength
and sustenance during all these
years ? What has appealed to you
as the real basis of your unusual
vigor of mind and body, and has
been to you an unfailing comfort
through joy and sorrow? Tell me,
that I may pass the secret on to
others, and, if possible, profit by
it myself."
The old lady thought a mo
ment, then lifted her eyes, dim
with age, yet kindling with sweet
memories of the past, answered
briefly: "Victuals'
Her new gown had just arrived
from the dressmaker's a beauti
ful silk creation. ."Isn't this per
fectly gorgeous!" she exclaimed.
"Just think, it came from a poor
little insignificant worm !"
Her hard-working father look
ed a moment, then he said : "Yes,
darn it, an' I'm that wofm !"
John had been very disobedient
and his mother, with a sad face,
called to him to come and receive
the punishment that followed an
infringement of that particular
rule.
"Just one minute, mother,"
begged John. He knelt down be
side his bed and in a very earnest
voice said:. "Oh, Lord, you've of-
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ten promised to help us when we
needed it, Now's your chance."
Paternal Perfection.
"I never heard of but one per
fect boy," said Johnny pensively,
as 'he sat in the corner doing pen
ance. "And who was that?" asked
mamma.
"Papa when he- was little,"
was the answer.
Then" silence reigned for the
space of five minutes,
o o ' .
He asked, "Horn much did Ro
meo?" "I always do forget"
She answered. "That depends,
you know,
On what fair Juliet."
' - Judge.
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