cident and escape and of Rose Lee's pride and
"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
"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 ! "
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.
Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl eight
years old. I have a little sister six years old.
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
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."
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
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.
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.
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