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Our Boys and Girls A CRACKED NEW YEAR RESOLUTION. "Make me one, too, Will." Ned watched his brother while lie lettered a large card with New Year resolutions. They were written in gold, with a great many flourishes. Will held it up admiringly. "Make me one, please," Ned repeated. "You don't need any. You don't have to get up at six o'clock every morning and study an hour before breakfast; you can cuddle down and snooze till mother calls you. Besides, you'd break them all to smash before night," he add ed. "No, I wouldn't. You try me, and see if I do," said Ned. He brought a card and gave it to his brother. "What shall I put on it?" asked Will. "Oh, something about remembering. I want to remember that I promised to shovel off Aunt Tyson's porch and make her a path to the gate every time it snows this winter. I wish it would hurry up and snow again, for she gives me ten cents every time. I've got thirty al ready." "That's a lot. What are you going to do with it ? buy an automobile?" Will asked, teasingly. "I'm going to buy Tommy Dixon a sled, so he and his sister can coast." "There! How does that suit you?" Will printed in large gold letters, with an elaborate border of holly leaves and berries : "Resolved, That I will not forget to shovel off Aunt Ty son's porch and make her a nice path to the gate every time it snows this winter, because she is too old to do it herself, and because I promised. Ned Darling." "Oh, that is just grand! Now there isn't any danger of my forgetting," Ned said, glee fully. "Shan't I put anything more ? something about putting your sled away nights and hang ing up your cap, for instance?" But Ned shook his head. "I'd better not try to remember too much at once," he said. It snowed again Friday night, and next morning it lay in gi'eat heaps and drifts. Ned ran for the snowshovel, but Will was already using it to make paths about the house. While he was waiting, Charlie cartie along with his new sled. "Get your sled and come on down to the hill, Ned; the big boys have got it all cleared off already," he said. And Ned ran for his sled. It was fine coasting, and the sled flew down the hill like the wind. The time flew by, too, and presently a bell rang. k "Twelve oclock!" called Charlie Logan, ^rting for home. BtUo, Ned ! Seems to me I heard some Tning crack, didn't I?" called a familiar voice, and there stood Will. Will laughed. "No, it wasn't your sled. I guess Aunt Tyson must have heard it, too, be cause I saw her looking anxiously out the door as I came by," he explained. "Oh!" It was all Ned said, but he took his sled and ran hastily away. He stopped at Tom my Dixon's, and Tommy came out to meet him. "Don't you want to take my sled this after noon? The hill is as smooth as glass," he said. "Don't you want it?" asked Tommy eagerly, but Ned shook his head. "Oil, thank you;" cried Tommy, delightedly. After dinner Ned took the snowshovel and went to Aunt Tyson's. "I thought you had forgotten me, Ned," she said. "I did, pretty near; but I'm going to make up for it," he told her. lie could hear the boys and girls over on the hill, but he kept bravely at work until the snow was cleared away and a nice, wide path made around the house. Aunt Tyson said he had earned double wages, and gave him twenty cents. "It wasn't trnly broke, Will ? just cracked a little; and I've mended it 'most as good as ever. I'm going to watch it closer after this, too," he told Will that night, as he took pains to hang up the card where he would be sure to see it as soon as he woke up every morn ing. Ned did not forget again, and before the New Year was a month old he had earned money enough for the new sled, which Tommy accept ed joyfully. ? Ex. FRED'S SENTINEL. Fred had been reading for a long time, it seemed to Elsie ; and she did wish that he would stop and play with her instead. She could not understand what he found so interesting in those big books without pictures. Suddenly he looked up and asked: "Papa, what is a sentinel?" "Well, Fred," said papa, "I usually find that the best starting point for such a question is the dictionary, and here is what it says: 'Sen tinel, one who watches or guards; specifically a soldier set to guard an army camp, or other place from surprise, to observe the approach of danger, and give notice of it.' " "Oh, yes, I know," said Fred. "A sentinel is a soldier with a blue uniform and a bayonet." And his eyes sparkled as he spoke. "Well," said papa, "a soldier lftay be and often is a sentinel ; but there are sentinels who are not soldiers, and, come to think of it, I believe there is one out in the yard now." "Oh, where?" asked Fred and Elsie in the same breath, looking out of the window eager ly "Put on your hats and come with me," said papa. "But wait; first you must be sure of your definition. WThat would a sentinel be do ing?" Papa smiled down into their eager faces. "Watching," said Fred, who was quick to catch a meaning. "Very good," said papa. "And now we will go and look for one." Fred looked doubtful; he was a little afraid his papa was joking; and Elsie, with her mind full of soldiers, held very close to papa's hand. They went out through the garden and close to the barnyard fence.' "Now," said papa, very quietly, "see who can find the sentinel first." Fred and Elsie looked about. There was nothing alive in sight but the geese, and they were fast asleep. Then they noticed that one great white goose was not asleep, but was standing awkwardly upon one leg, looking here and there. "Oh!" exclaimed Fred, "I know" ? But before he had finished the sentence there was a loud "Quack, quack!" from the big white goose, and instantly the whole flock were wide awake and noisily flapping tlieir wings. Then how papa and Elsie and Fred laughed ! "lie was a sentinel sure enough," said Fred, "for he not only watched, but he gave the nlarm. Do geese always have a sentinel on guard when they sleep?" "Yes," said papa. "They never sleep with out one of their number on guard." "Well," said Fred, with another laugh, "they're not such geese as we take them for, after all, are they?" ? Lutheran. THE PRETTIEST FREESIA. Celia Brooks walked along the street through the snow of a January morning. She had gone to carry home some sewing to the large house on the hill, and as a reward she had received a box of beautiful flowers from the lady who lived there. On the way Celia stopped at a little store to buy a few things, and while waiting for her packages to be wrapped up, she opened the box for another look at her precious flowers. One by one she held up the individual stalks. There were six of them. On each grew several trumpet-shaped blossoms, pure white save for a small yellow blotch, and with a sweet, delicate perfume. "Freesias, Mrs. Morris called them," she re marked to herself. "My, but they're handsome! Just think of her giving them to me. But then she has so many flowers she doesn't mind." ' ' Hello, Celia ! "What 've you got ? ' ' she heard i a voice call out. Turning she saw behind her Addie Jones, who lived in the tenement house next to her own home. Celia showed her one of the flower stalks. "They're freesias." She pronounced the name proudly. "There, my things are ready. I've got to go." She closed the box quickly ^ to shut the blossoms from Addie 's sight. She started on towards home but Addie fol lowed and kept by her side. "Say, Celia, won't you give me one?" she asked at length. "I never had any pretty flowers like that." "I never did, either," Celia answered. Yet something in Addie 's tone produced a change in her feelings. "I s'pose if sho had six and wouldn't give me any I'd think she was stingy," she re flected. "Yes, I'll give you one," she called to Addie, "but you'll have to wait till you get home. I can't take it out here in the cold." When they had gone some distance farther they met two other children who lived in their neighborhood. " Celia 's got some white flowers," an nounced Addie. "The prettiest one you ever saw, and sweet! Why, I b'lieve you can smell 'em right through the box. And she's going to give me one." "Let's see!" the others cried. "I can't," Celia answered.' "They'll freeze in this cold air." "All of you come into my house," sug gested Addie. % "O, yes, we will," agreed the other two. "What shall I do?" Celia was thinking. "I'll have to give them all one and they were meant for me. But I promised Addie, so I've got to go." Just before they reached Addie 's home two other girls joined them. " Celia 's got some flowers she's going to show us," cried the first three. "Come in with us." Celia 's heart sank. Would she have to give away all her flowers?