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May 5, 1909. THE
THE WAY OF THE KIMBALL FAMILY. By Francis J. Delano. "Oh, it's fine skating on the pond, and not a heme lesson have 1 got to get! Won't I just have a glorious afternoon skating?' Elsie Kimball dropped into her place at the lunch table as happy as a lark. I'm irlad for you," cried Father Kim ball. "So am I," said Mother Kimball. "Me, too!" exclaimed Linnie, regardless of his grammar. "A glorious half-holiday to you!" put in big sister Grace. 'Ard good luck," shouted Bobble. Little Patsie, the baby, crowed and kicked her feet, thereby showing herself to be a genuine Kimball. The Kimball family, you must know, had a great way of sharing in each other's good times. "When does this wonderful half-holiday begin?" asked father.. "Soon's the dishes are washed," laughed Elsie. "Dear me," cried Grace, "I forgot I ? ? *** ?*?!? ? ? ? < Koln mo n Hit WHS IU ctarv ,>uu iu Iicip IUV u uiv with that play for the Village Industries. Can't you stop long enough to give me the cues? It's the last rehearsal tonight." "Sure!" said Elsie. "That won't take long." (The whole family always accommodated each othter.) "On your way, Elsie," said Mother Kimball, "stop at Mrs. Emmans and ask her to come to dinner tonight, I tliink a change will brighten her up." (The Kimballs were very hospitable.) "I'm going to the west pond," replied Elsie, "but I'll run over to Mrs. Emman3 fiisi, that won't take long." (None of the Kimballs minded putting themselves out a b't, now and then.) After lunch was over and the dishes vvasnca. u-isie neiped urace witn ner piay t and did the errand at Mrs. Emmans, then M she came hack home for her skates. She was just starting out of the house 'when ' Linnie came in with his finger hurt. Of course she couldn't leave then?the Kimballs had a kindly way with them when any one was in trouble. She had to watch mother bind up the finger and then make sure that Linnie was comfortable. While Elsie was busy with all these various calls, the skaters were gathering fast over on the west pond. By three o'clock nearly half of the town was there, big boys and little boys, and girls of all sizes. Almost everybody had either a pair of skates or a sled or at least a hockey stick. There was one little fellow, however, who had none of those things. He was a forlorn looking little chap; his coat was a bunch of rags, his shoes out at the toes, and he had no mittens. Once, last winter, some one had loaned him a pair of skates, and ever since that "great day," whenever there was skating, he had stuck close to the pond, eagerly hoping for another loan. Every once in a while he would run up to the skater and sing out, "Lemma try yer skates?" "Gimme a chanst at yer skates." You would have thought, from his eager voice and manner, that he had L. had the loan of skates dozens of times instead of but once in his life. PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOUT] Its excellence created a demand This year its quality Luzi THE, REJLY-TAYLOR C Not a soul on the pond took any notir?o r\f him Hvn*? /\n iho n/>rth *-?# the pond, however, were several men who had been watching for a long time. They had wandered over from a factory town several miles distant and had dropped down on some settees to watch the skaters. They were men who had been out of work for some time, and they looked pretty miserable and discouraged. "See that little chap?" said one of the men. "He's been begging the loan of a pair of skates for the last three hours. Don't appear to get discouraged." "Hum,' sighed the man who sat next to him. "he'll get discouraged once for all some day. That pond Is like the world? every man for himself." As they were speaking, down the oppos'to bank came Elsie Kimball. In a momonf Ar Iwa cbo Vin/1 o,l Vw? ? -. Mivub vi inu one uau wijuoicu uci aarttua and was skimming along with the besi of them. Upon reaching the edge of the pond where the men sat, up came the forlorn little youngster. "Gimme the loan of yer skates?" he pleaded, jumping up and down as he spoke and thrashing his hands to keep them warm. Elsie curved round and looked the little chap over. "\Iy goodness!" she exclaimed. "Haven't you any mittens?" The childs eyes were upon Elsie's skates. He almost felt himself gliding over the pond. "I'll give 'em right back. I will, if you'll give me the loan of 'em for a jiffy." Elsie, skating round and round the little urchin, eyed his shoes. "You couldn't get my skates on those shoes. I should think your toes would be frozen." The child's face clouded. "Couldn't you just let me have a try at 'em? I could get 'em on." Elsie had a happy thought. "Say!" she exclaimed, "I'll tell you what I can do. My little brother has 9ome skates just your size. He'll loan them to you." (It was the way of the Kimballs to loan their things.) "Now look! you see that street?" Elsie pointed to the street leading straight out from the pond. "Our house is number 278: you ring the bell and tell whoever comes to the door that Elsie Kimball sent you for Linnie's skates. *Tell them I promised ycu should use 'em this afternoon. Now run, and don't forget the number." A FL 2; for it last year of 6,369,250 lbs. r is better than ever. ianne Coffee terica's Most Famous Brand ITH CAROLINA TCSTIMONY o crown in favor with ll e coffee-drinkthat, it has become our best seller." Zo., Wholesale Grocers, Raleigh, N.C. 25 cts.? bib Ca 1 Tl "NT.*.... rt.l XT n a ^v/., ntn wiicans, u. d. A. HI After the child had gone the men, who had heard every word Elsie had spoken, looked at each other. "Well!" exclaimed the one who had just declared every man was for himself, "there's one little lass who'll put herself out." "Yes," agreed another, "likely there's a good many, first and last, like that little girl there." ' "Oh, the world isn't so bad!" declared a third man, nodding his head and speakinir with snmp cViAtip />f ? -w ?uvn UL UUUI cxgt. INO use looking on the shady side all the time." Bach man seemed to pluck up courage now, and when they saw the little chap getting over the ice on Linnie's skates, the happiest youngster on the .whole pond, they brightened up and in spite of themselves and began to tell storiea about "when they were boys." Blsie herself was so used to doing little kindnesses (neighborliness was a part of the day's work with the Kimball famHi. v " ijj; one never gave me affair another thought. She skipped home that, night with Linnie's skates over one shoulder and her own over the other, and when she told the family about her glorious afternoon?how the ice was like glass, and how she had learned to skate backward, and how she and Helen Lyon had' skated "over and over" three times round the pond without a break, etc., shenever thought to mention that she had given a poor little chap the happiest afternoon of his life. She didn't know, of course, how that one little kindly ?ct of hers had made thewhole world look bright to half a dozen discouraged men. We never do know what great results oome from the l^nst little hit of a kindness. Of one thing we may be sure, though?wherever there is a place fortunate enough to boast a family like the Kimballs, happiness is spreading all over that town and away over into the next. Anybody is likely to catch It?men out of work and poor little waifs with no skates and ever and ever so many people.?The Congregationalism There is so much more to do in these days that the time seems short. Yet the doing of today's work today gives time enough tomorrow.