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Children's Sermon The Slave Boy Who Became King. ''And Joseph was brought down into Egypt and Potiphar . . . bought him." "He made him ruler over all the laud of Egypt." Gen. 30:1; 41:43. When Joseph's brothers had sold him to the Ishmaelite merchants they earried him away off to Egypt and sold him again to Potiphar, an officer in the army of the king. Joseph must have gotten very homesick away off there from his father and everybody that he knew and loved. Though he was a slave Joseph determined that he was always going to do what was right. He was so faithful to his master that Potiphar began to trust him more and more, until after awhile he trusted Joseph with everything he had and Joseph had to attend to all his busi ness for him. One day Potiphar 's wife got mad with Jo seph, and she told stories on Joseph that were not true. But Potiphar believed what his wife had said, so he put Joseph in jail. But in jail Joseph behaved so well that the jailor soon began to like him, and he found that he could trust him, so he did not keep him locked up as close as he did the other pris oners. In the same jail were two men that the king had put there because of something they had done. One was the king's baker and the other was his butler. These men each had a dream that troubled them very much. They told them to Joseph and God told him what they meant, and he told their meaning to the butler and the baker. After awhile the king had two dreams that he eould not understand and he was very much troubled about it. His butler had been brought out of jail and was waiting on the king again. "When he heard the king tell about his dreams he remembered about Joseph, and told the king that Joseph could tell him the meaning of them, because he had told him the meaning, of his dream. So the king sent for Joseph and told his dreams. Joseph told the king that God would tell him the meaning. The king dreamed that he saw seven fat cows come up from the river, and then there came up seven poor cows. The poor cows ate up the fat ones, but they were just as poor as ever. In his other dream the king saw seven heads of wheat, large and full, grow up on one stalk. Ami on another stalk were seven heads that were parched and dry. The seven thin heads ale up the full ones, but did not gpt any fuller themselves. Joseph told the king that the dreams meant that there were going to be'scven years, when the people would all have line crops, and then there would be seven years, when they would have no crops. And he told the king that he ought to put away all the wheat that he could during the good years, so the people would have something to eat when the bad years came. ? The king was so much pleased with what Jo se ph said, and ho thought Joseph was sufh a wise man, that he told him he must sit on the throne with him. lie made all the people honor Jose ph as the king. The king then told Joseph that he wanted him to look after gathering up the grain dur ing the good years, and putting it away for the bad. years. Joseph sent men all over the coun try aud made the people give them part of their crops to be put away, and he had great warehouses built to store it away in. When the good years were over and the bad years came all the people had to come to Jo seph to get something to eat. After awhile the famine got so bad in the country where Joseph's father and brother's lived that they had to go down to Egypt to get some grain. When his brothers came Jo seph knew them, but they did not know him. The first time they came he did not tell them who he was. But when they came the second time he told them. They were very much afraid that he wTould then punish them for the way they had treated him. Hut he did not. He told them that God had let them send him down into Egypt so that he could save the grain to keep the people from dying during these bad years. Then he told his brothers they must go back and bring their father and all their families down to Egypt to live with him. The old father was delighted to know that Joseph was still alive, and they all went down to Egypt to live. Joseph gave them all good homes and everything they needed. This shows how God will take care of a boy when he does what is right. It may seem some times that he is having a pretty hard time but it will come out all right after awhile, if he does what God wants him to do. boarded the ear or left it the door had to be opened and then shut again to keep out the bitter cold. It was one of those sliding double doors that squeak. You know the kind, in the old-fashioned cars?" Pauline nodded. "Well, the squeaking kept getting worse and worse, it seemed, until it was driving all the passengers pearly crazy and they were getting more irritated and annoyed every minute. Fi nally the shabby workman rose deliberately and bent over the door frame ? I don't know what you call it, but the metal part which the door slides on, you knowt Well, before any one knew what he intended to do, he had pulled out of his pocket a little tin oil can and began oiling that metal slide. When he sat down again the door had stopped squeaking and everyone, including the conductor, drew a sigh of relief. "IIow did you happen to have that with you?" somebody asked this public benefactor. " 'Wa al,' he drawled, 'I mostly always car ry it around in my poeket. Seems as if I alius everywhere find so many things that squeak.' " Cousin Molly stopped and looked steadily at Pauline. "See the point!" she asked. "It's a good thing to have some sort of oil can handy when people's tempers get squeaky. There are so many squeaky things in the world that it's best to carry your oil of kindness with you all the time." Pauline was very sober. She sat a moment longer, then rose. Her step as she went back to the room aeross the hall was no Tonger a stamp. "Kit," Cousin Molly heard her say gently, "it wasn't your fault at all. I'm sorry you misunderstood rae. Come, let's be friends," ? The Comrade. A DOG AND A CAT. Dear Presbyterian : I am a little boy nine years old. I am in the fourth grade at school. My grandfather is an elder iu the Presbyte rian church, Alexandria, Va. We get your nice paper and 1 read the stories and the letters in it. 1 have got a dog and a cat. Your new friend, ? Thomas C. Darst, Jr. 421 King Street, Alexandria, Va. Dear Thomas: Do your dog and cat ever fight? Or have you taught them that it is better to be friends? Send us another letter soon. . , 11. A. ENJOYS THE LETTERS. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eleven years old. I have been reading the letters in jour nice paper and enjoy them very much. I go to the Presbyterian church every Sunday with my four brothers. I have not missed a Sunday in five years, except once or twice on account of sickness. My Sunday-school teach er's name is Miss Mabel Watson and 1 like her fine. 1 hope to see this in print for 1 want to surprise father. Your unknown friend, Jonesboro, N. C. Lois Dalrymple. Dear Lois : It is very nice to know that you girls and boys enjoy each other's letters so much. You have a good record of attendance at Sunday-school. 11. A. A BITHDAY LETTER. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl five years old today. I have a little pet kitten named Frisk. My teacher at Sunday-school is Miss Rettie Huff. I have a pet horse that I love dearly. Her name is Gypsy. My daddy is busy building some sheds. My grandmother has gone visiting today. I have a teddy bear and lots of dolls and spend most of my time playing with them. I got one of my aunts to write this letter for me. Please publish my letter so I can surprise my grandmother. Your little friend, Nelle Virginia Dudley. R. 6, Staunton, Va. Dear Nelle : It was nice to have a letter from you on your birthday. I hope you had a good time that day. II. A. BABY BROTHER AT THE WINDOW. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl 12 years old. My grandfather takes your paper, and I enjoy reading the children's letters and stories. I have a big brother, ten years old, end a whole lot of pets. We have a little broth er who is four weeks old today. We only saw him through the window, because we have the whooping cough and we were afraid we would give it to him. We are staying at grandmoth er's when we have the whooping cough, but we are most over it now. We have a good time in the country. Please excuse my long letter, as it is my first one, and please print this, for I want to surprise grandmother. I go to Sun day-school every Sunday I can. My teacher's name is Miss McFaden. Your unknown friend, Williams Wharf, Va. Christine Butler. Dear Christine: I know you must be anx ious to see the little baby brother, but I know, too, that you wouldn't give him the whooping cough for anything. I hope you will soon be well enough to play with him. Write us more about him. ^ H. A.