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THE SCOUT CAVE.
Hey, Cave Gang, come closer; let each of us name The worst kind of nuisance ? we'll call it a game. "I vote for the fellow w"ho's never on time!" "The fellow who would always borrow a dime!" "The chap who takes pleasure in starting a fight!" "The geezer, while camping, who snickers all night!" Yes, those pests are terribly trying, I grant, But I'll cast my vote for the fellow who "can't." He can't rig a fish pole, he can't take a hike, He can't cook a flapjack or tinker his hike. He can't learn to signal, he can't do first aid. Can't do without candy or pink lemonade; Can't follow a trail and can't lace up his shoe. Can't do a blame thing that you want him to do! He can't get his grammar or spelling or math, Can't split the kindling, he can't take a bath; He can't help his mother, he can't use his head; Can't rise in the morning and can't go to bed; He can't find his collar, he can't tie his tie. He never knows what he could do if he'd try ? But repeat all day long his monotonous chant: "O mamma, O teacher, O mister, I can't." There's great need in the world for the confident man Who tackles his work with a hearty "I can." So if you would succeed and find living a joy, Just learn how to do things while you are a boy; For the boy wto refuses to work when he should Loses the power to work when he would. Weakness and softness his talents supplant, And he finds at the test that he really can't. ? Boys' Life for November. THE JOKE ON ELEN ANN. "In a tin pail!" Cicely's voice was so as tonished and horrified that it made mamma laugh. "A nice, shiny tin pail." she amended. "Come and see your face in it. And that isn't all there is in it, either." There were crinkled tarts and delicate sand wiches and a little golden cup custard, with one of Cicely's little silver spoons to eat it with. There was a twisty doughnut that looked like a man and a little round pie with "C" pricked in the crust. "The inside's nice," admitted Cicely admir ingly. "But must I take it in a tin pail, mamma? I'd rather come way home ? yes, I would, every single step!- Nobody else but El len Ann Tibbetts carries a tin pail, and the boys all laugh at Ellen Ann. And, O dear, that pail is 'zactly like Ellen Ann's, mamma! Hers is shiny, too." Mamma was fitting on the cover. She looked rather sober now. "A little girl who loses her pretty lunch basket must carry her dinner in a tin pail or go without," she said gravely. "And maybe it will be good for her to learn how little Ellen Ann feels to be laughed at." "I never laughed at her, honest, mamma, 'cept up my sleeve." "Well, maybe now you won't laugh even there, dear. Now kiss me and off with you.'' It was a beautiful morning, with sunshine enough in it to make two days. The pail cover jingled a jolly little tune as Cicely walked, and the sun caught the shiny surface of it and made it look like a silver cover. During the morning somebody came for El len Ann Tibbetts to go right home, as her mother was sick. So there was only one tin pail in the dressing room at noon recess. That comforted Cicely a good deal, for it would have been dreadful to sc_e Ellen Ann eating out of a tin pail just like here. Cicely took her shiny tin pail and went' out into the sunshine with it thinking how "delicious" mamma's custard would taste and how ? "Why!" Cicely almost dropped the pail, but it wouldn't have spilled much if she had. It was nearly empty. There was not any custard or any silver spoon to eat it with. There was not any little round pie with "C" on the cover. There was not any ? anything except just two lonely biscuits sliding round in the bottom! "Why!" Cicely cried over again. Then she knew what it meant. This was Ellen Ann's shiny pail. Ellen Ann had carried hers home. "Well, she's mean!" cried Cicely hotly. "I hope my custard and my 'nitial pie will choke her ? 'most. Yes, I do! I'm most starved to pieces. And she didn't leave any butter on her old biscuits." She went off all by herself to be cross and hungry. It was ever so long be fore she would be sensible and stop crying to believe Ellen Ann had done it just to play a mean joke on her. It was ever so long before she took out her little butterless biscuits and looked at them pityingly. Was that what Ellen Ann ate for lunches T And not any butter on them at all. Didn't she ever have any custards or tarts or twisty doughnuts T And never any little thin slices of pink ham in between? It made Cicely so hungry to think about little thin slices of pink ham that she took a nibble of Ellen Ann's biscuit. Then she slowly dropped it back into the tin pail. Cicely would rather go without any dinner than eat bread without a speck of butter on it. Poor Ellen Ann ! Cicely hoped she would like the custard and the crinkly tarts. Yes, and even the initial pie. She -suddenly remem bered that Ellen Ann's father was an invalid and that Ellen Ann's mother "took in" house cleaning and things. And the patched places in Ellen Ann's clothes ? Cicely remembered those, too. On her way home from school what should peep out at Cicely from the bushes beside the "halfway spring" but a dainty little red-and white basket? It was just where she'd left it to hunt for water cresses. She carried it home to mamma. "But I want the tin pail, too, to morrow, mamma ? this tin pail. I'm going to play a joke 011 Ellen Ann Tibbetts, " she said. And then she whispered to mamma, and mam ma nodded to her. And the next day two dainty lunches went to school with Cicely, and one of them was in Ellen Ann's shiny tin pail. ? Annie Hamilton Donnell, in Children's Treasury. A SILENT WITNESS. "Mother, why aro you hanging a looking glass there !;" asked James, looking at it curi ously. "Such a pretty one, too," ho continued. "It seems to me I should want it where it would bo seen oftener." "I want it right here in the dining room where it can see," answered his mother, laugh ingly. "I am putting it here for a witness." " A witness!" scoffed James. "It can't tell anything." "We shall see. It will tell your faults to you, as well as to others." "I'd like to know how." At supper .Tames found that he and his brother Ned were to sit side by side, facing the glass. "What's that for?" demanded both at once. "Your father and I think best to have it so," explained their mother. Tho boys sat down with scowls on their faces and an air of great injury. Ned happened to raise his eyes, when the ludicronsness of those frowning reflections struck him so forcibly that it provoked a shout of laughter. "What is the matter with you?" growled .fames, looking uft to make an ugly face, when his attention also was arrested by the truthful mirror. His startled stare added so much to Ned's glee that he began to thrust out his ton gue at James. The silent reminder brought him to a sudden stop. "I see you are cuught also," remarked his father quietly. The boys were silent. The day following, their experiences were repeated with such good results that their mother was beginning to con gratulate herself on the success of her plan. In her absence from home of several weeks, while attending her mother in a serious illness, the boys had acquired the habit of bickering at the table, greatly to the humiliation of their parents. Their silent witness had been with them two days when their cousin, a bright, manly fellow, came to visit them. At dinner,- Mrs. Lane said: "William, you sit between James and Xcd, where you can en joy yourselves." But, oh, how two boys reddened as the mirror showed them how beautifully William's hair was conibcd and how their own tously locks looked in comparison! Their mother had re mained discreetly silent and allowed them to see for themselves. Ned spoke first. "Mother, will you excuse me a minute!" "Certainly," agreed bis mother. "And me, too?" questioned James. They returned with shining faces and well bruslied hair, and smiled at each other over the changed reflection. If William noticed, he was too much of a gentleman to say anything; but three pairs of eyes returned often to the pleasing picture. "It is nice, isn't it?" said Mr. Lane. "What?" asked all tljree at once. "Three good-looking boys in a row." "Oh," answered William, "I believe auntie had a reason for putting the glass there." "It is a silent witness," said mother, "but a good friend." ? Baptist Boys and Girls. HOW GRA JE SPELLED LOVE. A class of very little girls was learning to spell. "Etta, spell pig, and tell us what kind of noise little pigs make," said the teacher. "P-i-g, pig," answered Etta, "and this is the noise they make, 'Que, que.' " "You may spell dog, Rosy," said the teacher to the next little girl. "D-o-g, dog, and our doggie says, 'bow-wow wow.' " "Now, eat, Mary," The next little girl said, "C-a-t, and my kitty says, 'mew-mew.' " "Grace, you may spell love," were teacher's next words. Grace didn't stop to give the let ters, but ran and threw her arms about the teacher's neck, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "We spell love that way at our house," said she. How the girls laughed at this queer way of spelling. "That is a beautiful way," said the teacher, 'Hbut do you know another way!" "Oh, yes," said little Grace. "I spell love this way," and she began putting the books in order on teacher's desk. "I spell love by help ing everybody when they need me." "That's the best way of all to spell love, and now we will have it as the book spells it." Then all of the class said together, "L-o-v-e. love." ? Ex. To brood over besetting sin strengthens the hold of that sin upon the heart. The wise way to win the victory over such a sift is to "execute a flank movement" upon it and de feat it by filling the mind with noble thoughts, unselfish interests, and honorable occupations and pleasures.