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cident and escape and of Rose Lee's pride and
selfishness. "And now/' she sobbed, "I'm going to make the prettiest valentine I can think of with loads and loads of little Cupie Cupids and take it to the hospital to Alice May, and never ? never ? never will I ever wish for Rose Lee to be my chum again. Oh ! I have been so wicked!" "Darling, little Mary Ellen," said her mother, "you are just like so many of ns grown-ups. We judge my appearances and out ward show instead of the heart of the people that we are thrown with day by day. Take a lesson, my little girl, for many a heart of gold beats beneath a patched garment. Hurry now and make your valentine and we will both go to see Alice May." "Yes, an' I'm going to read her lessons to her every day while she's sick and take her that pretty new piece of red ribbon of mine for her hair," declared Mary Ellen. "No," smiled Mrs. Allen. "1 wouldn't take the red piece if I were you. I'd take the blue one ! " Atlanta, Go. Children's Letters RED CROSS QUILTS. Dear Girls and Boys: It is just splendid how you are all helping so well with our Red Cross work. We want to thank some of our older friends who have helped very specially ; we couldn't have done near so much without them, could we? That's the way, they are always ready to help. I want to know if any of you are members of the Junior Red Cross. If so, won't you write us about what the Junior Red Cross is? Previously acknowledged, 418; Mrs. S. R. D. and Miss B. D., 6; Margaret Wood, 4; Frances Dudley, 3 ; Mrs. W. A. Trent, 3 ; A Friend, 2 ; A Friend, Harrisonburg, Va., 20 , Mrs. Cochran, 4; Miss Betty Winston, 2; Eleanor West, 5; Anna V. Bedinger, 6; Mrs. A. P. Bennett, 4; Miss Bettie Wallace, 4; Miss Harriet Moore, 4; No Name, 3; M. B. Lawson, 4; Mary Elizabeth Jones, 4; Helen and Robert Shields 6; Nan M. Wood, 3; May and Mar garet Williams, 4; Catherine Alexander Han nan, 3; Mrs. Elsie Gray, 2; Mary Locklin Moore, 4; Goldie Richardson, 2; Virginia T. Bell 3; Wilkinsville, S. C., 2; Mary Aiken Stall, 2; Virginia Stull, 2; Box 108. Front Royal, Va., 2; Mrs. W. F. Smith, 8; Margery F. Dameron, 1 ; Mrs. C. R. Haines, 4; Miss Nancy Gaw, 1; Mrs. Charles Gaw, 1; Mrs. Mary E. Gaw, 1; Miss Helen Gaw, 1 ; Mrs. Lee, 2; Mrs. E. H. Munt zing, 4. Total. 550. BOYS CAN HELP. It has been suggested by one of our helpers that we would do well to collect old kid gloves, or old kid of any kind. These gloves are cleaned and sewed together to make the warm est kind of vests for the soldiers. Isn't that a splendid suggestion? I am sure almost every home can furnish old gloves. This will be a kind of work in which the girls won't have any advantage over the boys, and I want to see what splendid work the boys can do col lecting from homefolks and friends. Isn't it splendid that we can all "help win the war"? Helen Argyle. TWO SQUARES. Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl eight years old. I have a little sister six years old. Children's Sermon The Man in the Moon. By liev. Stuart Nye Hutchison, L). 1>. Love envieth not. ? 1 Corinthians 13:4. Have you ever seen the man in the moon! If you haven't, the next time the moon is full go and look at it, and you will see down in one corner of it what looks like a man's face. Those black ridges you see on the surface of the moon are really mountains, but when you look at them in a certain way they look like the face of a man. There are many strange stories about this man in the moon. The Italians used to say that the man in the moon is Cain, who killed his brother, Abel. God punished him by making him a wanderer in the earth, without any home or friends, and when he died He made him go and live off there in the moon. There are no other people in the moon, and if Cain couldn't get along with other folks he had better go and live by himself. So poor Cain lias to live, they say, always by himself in the moon. Hut sometimes he is very lonely, and then he comes and looks out to see if he < >in see someone else. I know that every time you see that man in the moon you are going to think about poor old Cain, so I am going to tell you about him to-day. Cain and Abel were the first little boys that ever were. Your fathers and mothers have so many people and so many things to think about that very often they do not have mueh time to give to you. Hut then there were no other people on the earth, so that Adam and Eve could spend as much time as they wanted to with their little boys. Adam had a fine farm, and when the boys grew older he taught them to help him with the work. Cain looked after the farm and AJ>el took care of the sheep. Cain was a very jealous sort of a boy. Now and then we see a boy like him nowadays. If some other boy gets a better mark at school, or a bigger picce of pie at dinner, or wins a game on the playground, he is very angry and jealous. There are some children that never have any fun at all. They are so jealous that it spoils everything. That was the trouble with Cain. He thought to himself, "Father is putting all the hard work on me. I have to plow, and sow, and reap, and do all the rough labor about this farm, and all that Abel has to do is to sit on p rock under a nice shade-tree and watch a few sheep all day." The more Cain thought about it the madder he became. Jealousy is a very dangerous thing. It spoils our dispositions and makes us do mean and contemptible things. A^am and Eve tried to teach Cain and Abel to honor the Lord. The first and best of every thing that they had was to be given to Him. Abel went to the flock and picked out the finest little lamb that he had and gave that to the Lord. Cain went to his garden and took some old things that he did not want himself and offered them to God. The Lord accepted Abel's gift. He wants our best. But He would not accept Cain's. He does not care for anything that we do not want ourselves. This made Cain more angry and jealous than ever. Abel was always getting the best of everything, first, from his father and mother, and now from the Lord. It made him so furious that he killed his brother. After that, the Bible tells us, he heard a voice that said, "Where is Abel, thy brother?" He kept hearing that voice all the time, "Where is Abel, thy brother?" He ran away from home to get away from the voice, but it followed him wherever he traveled. And so he became a wanderer in the earth. We think that jealousy is a very little thing sometimes, and that a little will not hurt. But it always leads us to sin and trouble. So whenever you find the least sign of it in your heart, stamp it out. Remember the words of my text this morning, "Love envieth not." Norfolk, Va. This is my first letter to you. 1 have a cat named Isum. I have learned how to knit and am sending you two squares for the sol diers' quilt. My grandmother takes the Pres byterian and I enjoy hearing the letters read. Sylvania, (Ja. Emily E. Minis. Dear Emily : You have done very well with your squares, and I am sure the soldiers will enjoy them. We are glad you like the letters II. A. ENJOYS THE LETTERS. Dear Presbyterian : I am a little boy five years old and this is my second letter to you. Mamma has just been reading the nice little letters to me and I certainly did enjoy them. I will start to school next year. I have had a good time today riding on a sled on an ice pond. Santa brought, me a tricycle. My broth er is nearly two years old and is learning to talk. We have nice times together playing with our toys. One of my grandmas is in West Virginia spending the winter, and I hope she will see my letter. I went to church yes terday. I am learning the Child's Catechism. Your friend, Ilarvey Franklin Milton. Drake's Branch, Va. Dear Harvey: We are glad you like our letters enough to write one, too. I know grand ma will like your letter. II. A. ICE FIFTEEN INCHES THICK. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little Southern Presbyterian ten years old, but have lived away up in New York four years. We had a cold spell and the temperature was thirty four below zero, but we managed to keep warm. We have had a very deep snow, and have much fun coasting and skiing on Union College hills. The ice companies are harvest ing ice fifteen inches thick on the Mohawk and Hudson rivers. We go to the First Presby terian church and love our pastor, Dr. Steven son, very much. Your little friend, Rupert Stockard Wilson. Schenectady, N. Y. Dear Rupert: It is good to have your letter from "away up in New York." You have cer tainly been having a very "cold spell." Write lo us again. . H. A. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child. A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger. Count that day lost whose low descending sun Views from thy hand no worthy action done.