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DE EXAMPLE SET BY MISTAH HONEY
BEE. No one's makin' speeches 'Cep de honey bee. De principles he teaches Sounds right sensible to me, He says: "Keep lookin' foh de sweets Dat's growin' everywhere, An' if some no 'count weeds you meets Pass on an 'don't you care." As he comes a-bringin' De goods f'um 'roun' de farm, He say: "A little singin' Ain't gwinter to do no harm." I tells you lots of us would get Mo' joy f'um life if we Kep' follerin' de example set By Mistah Honey Bee. ? Author Unknown. A FABLE FROM OLD CHINA. The Chinese love to hear stories. Stories from history, and stories from fancy, too, they are read}- to listen to with delight. When our missionaries preach to the Chinese, if they are wise preachers, they alway3 tell a story from Chinese history, or talk of Chinese kings and heroes who have said wise things and done no ble deeds. And when the Chinese hear such "good words," as they themselves say, they smile gravely and nod their heads and move their bodies gently backwards and forwards to show that fhcy agree and that they are pleased. There is a proyerb in China which is used when anyone who is small and weak tries to make people believe he is big and strong. About such a person the Chinese say to each other: "The fox is giving himself the air of a tiger." Here is the very old story from#which the proverb eoines. Ever so many hundreds of years ago, before anybody in Great Britain c ould read or write, a king in China asked his servants whether a certain man named Chao (pronounced dhow) was making everybody afraid of him. One of the king's courtiers '-'ave this reply. He said: "One day a tiger was out hunting, and he met a fox, which spoke to the tiger thus: 'Sir, do not try to eat me, ? have been chosen by God to be the king of the beasts. If you eat me, therefore, you will be disobeying God. If you doubt what I am tilling you, just allow me to walk along in front of you, and as we go down the road, watch and see if all the other beasts do not take fright and run away.' The tiger agreed, Jind as they went along all other animals did, of course, run away when they saw them com "ig. The tiger, however, didn't think tbat the boasts were running from him, but thought they were afraid of the fox. So, your maj esty," said the courtier, "it is not of General ( hao that people are really afraid, it is of your firmy which marches behind him." The courtier wished th'e king to know that the general was not really brave, and that he was in truth rather cunning, like the fox. ? ^elected. THREE BOYS. "Watch that boy, now," said Phil. " Which .boy ?" said Ned. ' That boy who was at play with us down on the sand. His name is Will. He knows how to look out for himself, doesn't he?" Phil and Ned, with their parents, had been spending some time at the seaside. Will was ii boy wlifc had come to pass the evening in the parlor of the boarding house. Here it was that Phil and Ijjed saw him. First he had hunted out a large, easy chair, and was tugging at it to get it to the table. "There! He's got it squared around just to suit him," Ned said. v "Now he's moving the lamp nearer to it," said Phil. "Well, did I ever! If he isn't put ting a footstool before it. I suppose he's all ready to enjoy it." It was plain that Will was. With a pleased look he gazed around the room until he caught sight of a lady who was standing. He darted toward her and said, "Come, mother, I have a nice place for you." He led her to the chair and settled the stool at her feet as she sat down. Phil and Ned looked a little foolish. Pres ently Phil sprang out of his chair as his mother came near. "Mother, take my chair," he said. , Ned stepped quickly to pick up a handker chief which a lady had dropped and returned it with a bow. There arc wise boys who profit by a graceful lesson given by a true gentleman. ? Apples of Gold. THE SEA-LIONS. Ralph came in from school greatly excited. "Say, mamma," he exclaimed, "there's the jolliest show in town, sea-lions, and just a nickle for kids. Can't I go tomorrow after noon? Al\ the fellows are goin'." Here Ralph paused for breath, but his ear nest little face expressed his eagerness and sus pense, for he knew very well that mama did not approve much of shows. "Kids, Ralph!" said mamma, gravely. "Please, I forgot; but mayn't I go, mam ma?" "Aunt Mary 'phoned me this morning that she wanted you to come over to her house to morrow afternoon," replied mamma. The little boy's face grew very long. Aunt Mary's husband, Uncle Dick, traveled, and when he was away Aunt Mary often sent for Ralph to do chores for her. Usually he went willingly to fill her coal box and chop kindlings for her; but tomorrow ? why, it didn't seem fair. "It's such a fine show," he pleaded. "Jim Lacy's seen it a 'ready, and he says the sea lions toss balls and beat drums, and do the wonderful'st things; an' tomorrow's the last days." Ralph wound up with a little break in his .voice and he had to wink violently. "Well," said mamma, "we will see when tomorrow comes; but we mustn't disappoint Aunt Mary." Ralph could not think of anything but the sea-lions. He got out his natural history book to read about them. He was quite sure he had never wanted anything so much as to see them. The next day he hurried through his chores. Mrs. Brice, next door, *called him to bring up some buckets of coal. "The boy who comes every Saturday to fill my coal-box hasn't ap peared," said she, "so I shall give you his dime instead." Ralph explained that mamma did not like for him to take money for things like that, but Mrs. Brice insisted. "You can buy some marbles or a ball," she said. Ralph rushed to mamma. "See," he cried, "I don't have to open my bank to go to the show." "I am sorry," said mamma, "but Aunt Mary has just telephoned for you to be sure to come. Uncle Dick is away, and I guess she needs you." "Oh, an' I can't see the sea-lions!" . "Dear, I am very sorry, but you will have other opportunities, and I would not have my little boy lacking in a quality which even the sea-lions possess." Kalph was puzzled. "What, mamma!" But mamma only smiled. Kalph started very slowly for Aunt Mary's, lie was wandering what mamma meant. At the corner he met Tom Harris. "Hello, Kalph," cried Tom, "goinv to the show?" Kalph shook his head. "Oh, come on. I'll treat." Kalph showed his dime proudly. x "But I can't go," he explained. "Uncle Dick's away, an' there isn't any man to do for Aunt Mary." "But it's early. You can go there after wards. The show doesn't last long." Kalph hesitated. It was early, and he could go later ? but then, that wouldn't be obeying ? and, all at once, Kalph knew what mamma had meant ? it was obedience. The sea-lions had learned to obe5\ He turned resolutely. "No, I can't go," he said, and he began to walk very fast indeed. When he reached Aunt Mary's, he was sur prised to find her waiting on the porch with her bonnet on. "Why, are you going out?" he -exclaimed. Aunt Mary smiled. "I am going to see the trained sea-lions," she said, "and I wanted an escort, especially one who could appreciate a plate of ice cream after the show. I *o you know any little boy who would like to go?" And Kalph rather thought he did. ? S. L. Bacon, in Canadian Churchman. THE FRIEND TEST. A recent magazine article 011 the "Big Brother Movement" of New York tells of a boy sent to the House of Refuge. One day, in one of the classes^ he was asked to spell the Word "Friend." The letters came slowly, "F-r-i-e-n-d," and then the teacher asked, "Whaf does the word mean?" "Oh, he's a feller that knows all about ye, an' likes ye just the same," was the reply. It was the highest thing in friendship his brief life had taught him. That is the wonderful tie that binds us to our Friend in heaven. He knows it all ? the mistakes, the falls, the disloyalty, the far wanderings, and still He cares. WHY HE KEPT THE PLEDGE. Mrs. Foster, of Illinois, tells us a story of a boy who brought milk to her door every morn ing. There came a time when there was to be an election in the town to decide ? whether there should be any saloons there again. All who were in favor of closing the saloons wore little badges showing on which side they stood. When the election was held it turned out in favor of the saloons. By the next day all men had taken off their badges and given up the battle, feeling that they had been defeated. But when the boy came with the milk he still wore his badge. "Why do you keep it?" they asked. "Do you not know the election has gone the other way?" "Yes," he replied, "but that was the men who voted yesterday. In a few years, we boys will be voting and it will turn out differently then, and I'm going to keep 011 wearing my badge." Do you not think that fathers in the town where, the boy lives will be thinking how they can use their votes right? However few or how many our faults the great thing is to be constantly conquering them, continually growing better.