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"The Lad Who Lived on the Inside." By Rev. W. P. "Werfelman, M. A. "Watch out here, hands off, don't take it my lad," called out a voice. Tom Jenkins looked about him, all bewildered ; for a moment he was taken off his guard, his face whitened and his hands dropped to his side. He thought he was all alone, the house seemed so quiet. He remembered hearing his mother close the garden gate ; he had even watched her as she crossed the street to call on a sick neigh bor. Tom was almost positive that no one was in the house and quite confident that no one would see what he was about to do. Like other boys, Tom liked sweets, and es pecially Mr. Flynn's new cream candies. Day after day he had passed Mr. Flynn's popular candy shop, and how his mouth watered and how he longed for a regular boy's bite into one of those big white cream candies. Only yes terday one of his playmates gave him a wee tiny taste of her cream candy, and, oh, my, didn't it taste good! Tom had often men tioned cream candies to his mother and his mother had promised she would treat Tom the first chance she got. Like most mothers, Tom's mother had many little duties to look after, and so Tom was obliged to wait longer than he had bargained. He just felt as though he could not wait any longer. It was too much for Tom. Now was his chance. He was all alone so he thought. Tiptoeing to his room he grabbed up his savings bank and pried it open with his fingers, a queer feeling coming over him. Within himself he felt like a cow ard and a thief. J ust as he was about to take a few coins out, a voice called out, "Watch out there, hands oft', don't take it my lad." Tom "Oh," she said to the principal, "I'm late. I stopped to get a poor little kitten down from a tree. It was crying so piteously I couldn't walk on and leave it." And she drew the lit tle kitten from under her coat. Tony saw it and jumped from his seat and ran up to Miss Perkins. "It's my Greylegs," he exclaimed. "We missed her yesterday. Oh, I want her." "She has certainly got gray legs," laughed Miss Perkins. "And you shall have her. I think you would better ruu home with her, Tony. Perhaps she is hungry." "Oh, thank you; I'll hurry back," stam mered Tony, as he cuddled Greylegs and left the schoolroom. My, how happy he was to have his kitten, and ? and why, of course, he liked Miss Per kins. ? Michigan Christian Advocate. Children's Letters THE CAPITOL SEEN FROM THE FARM. Dear Presbyterian : I am a boy twelve years old. I am staying on a farm three miles from town with my grandparents. I live in Wil mington, N. C. I am going to boarding school in Lynchburg, Va., next winter. My school stopped May the 18th. I was absent two days and late none during the past year. I have a calf, a dog, a cat and a turkey for pets. I can see the Capitol and the monument in Wash ington from my yard. We have about a hun dred little chickens, thirty hens, three large turkeys, four roosters and seven little turkeys. was not alone. The voice startled him. He glanced about the room, but saw no one. He went out on to the stairs, but heard not a sound. He called out, "Hello there, I say, hello," but no' one answered. A second thought came to him. He returned to his room, pushed aside the curtains and looked out of the win dow, but not a sign of a person anywhere. Next he looked under the bed. Tom was really frightened. Who was it? Where did that voice come from? Tom was bewildered. He did not know that another lad, a lad whom he had never seen, and who went with him everywhere he went had spoken to him. It was none other than the lad who lived on the inside. It was the lad who was teaching Tom what was right and what was wrong; the lad who Mas interested in Tom's happiness, who was now speaking ? "Watch out there, hands off, don't take it my lad." Men call this voice the voice of God, our heavenly Father, and tell us that every time we obey this voice and do what it tells us to do we shall be happy, and that every time we disobey it we shall be very unhappy. Did you ever hear this voice speaking to you and bidding you to do the little kindnesses that make people happy. Tom heard God speak ing and obeyed. He put his bank back on the desk and with a few boimds reached the bottom of the staircase just in time to see his mother leave Mr. Flynn's candy shop. IIow glad Tom now felt that he had obeyed the voice of the lad who lived on the inside. How much happier are the boys and girls who obey the voice of God. ? Christian Work. My father is the Bishop of East Carolina. Your unknown friend, George W. Darst. Alexandria, Va. Dear George : Thank you for your interest- ? ing letter. You certainly have a great many interesting things on that farm. You made a good record at school last year Be sure to read our letters at school next year and write us about school. II. A. AN ANSWER AND A QUESTION. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy- thir teen years old. My school was out the 23rd. of May. I go to Sunday-school every Sunday* I can. I am glad when the Presbyterian comes so that I can answer somebody's letter. I'll answer Mary Wees' question: Methuselah's father was Enoch. Now, I'll ask a question: Which one of Christ's disciples denied him? Julian Metteau Byrd. R 4 Box 84, Staunton, Va. Dear Julian : I am glad you could answer Mary's question. I wonder who will be able to answer yours. H. A. THE STRONGEST MAN. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl ten years old. I am in the fourth grade. I have been going to school two years. I want to ask a question: Who was the strongest man, and where was his strength? Your friend, Mattie Tucker. Phenix, Va. Dear Mattie: I wonder who can answer your question. What are you doing this sum A NEW FRIEND FROM TENNESSEE. Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl ten years old. I go to Sunday-s(jJ?ool. I am in the junior class. I will be in. the fifth grade when I start back to school in August. Grandma lives with lis. She was eighty-four years old last Monday. I want to surprise her with my letter. She takes your good paper, and I love to read the little letters. As this is my first letter, I will close. Your unknown friend, Letty Virginia Overall. Brunswick, Tenn., R. F. D. No. 1. Dear Letty: We are all glad to hear from you. Give all our loves to grandma. My grandma is over eighty, too. H. A. A LETTER FROM TEXAS. Dear Presbyterian: This is my first letter to you. I am nine years of age. I have one brother and one sister. My grandpa takes your paper. I enjoy reading the stories and chil dren's letters. I go to Sunday-school every Sun day I can. My Sunday-school teacher is my aunty. I like her fine. . Your unknown friend, Katherine Godfrey. Crandall, Tex. Dear Katherine: We are all glad to have you begin writing letters for us, and are glad you enjoy the stories. Be sure not to let your first letter be the last one, too. II. A. THE LONGEST BOOK. Dear Presbyterian : This is my second letter to you. I am twelve years old and a member of the First Presbyterian Church. I have re cited the Child's Catechism and received a Testament. Dr. S. D. Bartle, Pb. D., is our pastor and we all love him. I love to read che letters and stories in your paper. Please pub^ lish a continued story. I love to read them. I will close by asking a question. Which is the longest book in the Bible? A lover of the Presbyterian, Aurelia Miller. Norton, Va. Dear Aurelia: I am glad to know that you love the Presbyterian. I hope somebody will be able to answer your question. H. A. OUR BOHEMIAN FRIEND. Dear Presbyterian : I am the daughter of the only Bohemian Presbyterian missionary in Virginia. I am fifteen years old, and this will be my third year in high school. My father, besides his ministerial work, has a farm, and I have to help a good deal in the fields. I joined the Presbyterian church, of which Father is the pastor, a year ago, and now I am the Bohemian Sunday-school teacher of ten little tots, whom I enjoy teaching very much. My older sister teaches school here in the winter and is also the Sunday-school teacher of the older children. I would be pleased very much indeed to see my letter printed in your paper. Wishing much happiness to all those who help make the pages of the Presbyterian so inter esting. Your friend, Marie Kohout. Meadow, Va., R. 1. Dear Marie: We are all so glad to have your letter. Some of us already know about the fine work your father is doing. I think it is splendid for you to be teaching the little tots, and hope they are getting on well. H. A.