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1 TAKING MORE CARE
Now that her little boy was six
years did, Mrs. Cranshall decided that
it 'was ridiculous, for her to sit up
with him while he' went to. sleep; and,
while about it, she thought she might
also break him of the habit of having
a light burning in his room.
I Hn' Tinirificr lrioaori Vi'itvi anrl 'Mrllan
-i"-r '. - " -
Jum, gooa-night," she said:
.Npfo Harold, youre going to be
mamma's big, brave Boy tonight, and
go to. Bleep aUTjy yourself."
'-."I'll trv," came the timid, rather
sorrowful answerf "Iut leave the
light burning." . x
fi -"No, Harold, there's nothing brave.
m going to sieep witn tne ngnt burn
ing." - '
"Must ! sleep in .the dark?" '
"es; of course." - v
; AOnb'minutf, then! Please, wait"
"till I've said my prayers again" .and
done it carefuller."
: HIS jrlNEST SHOT..
He was a veteran footballer,- and
he had been .quietly listening to the
group of youthful enthusiasts at his
favorite little club. Suddenly he took
the pipe out of his mouth and turned
"Like to hear the story of my besT
shot?" he asked.
""Rather!" cried some of the older
members of the circle who knew him
for one of the .most brilliant center
forwards of the old days.
"It was one of the club's most iri-,
portant matches; in fact, it was a
final," began the quiet old man; "and,
to our dismay, it looked like being a
draw, when I got the ball.
"I can feel that ball how. Down
the field I went, romping past every
man, with the crowd roaring itself
hoarse, till I got just within range.
'Shoot, man, shoot!' thundered tl
crowd. I drew back my foot and
"And you scored?" gasped his lis
teners. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm
yourselves," said the quiet old 'man,
pressing home some fresh tobacco
into the well-worn pipe:. "I was
about to day it took mywif e the best
part of five minutes to disengage my
toes from the beflraiL" s
o -o ,
Keen and eager werethe golfers, as
all good golfers should be. At the
moment they were upon a teeing
green, prepared todrive, when a mas
sive obstacle appeared in the way.
The obstacle was a large and
comely lady; eye-glassed arid, fierce
of .countenance, and she sat herself
ddwn, despite the .cries of "Fore!"
that were leveled' against her.
All their; veils failing to move the
lady, one of the golfers ventured to
remonstrate: - ,
"It's not very safe to sit there.
madam," he 'f eiriarked suavely.
"Oh, yes, it is!" came the snappy
reply. "I'm sitting on my. mackintosh!"