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THE WISE MOUSE. Many mice lived in a house. A trap was set to cateh them. One day an old mouse came out of his hole, lie saw the trap. "Just see that trap," he said, "How wise men think they arc! They set a trap to catch mice. In it there is a pieee of cheese. They Ihink we will walk right in to get the cheese ?Hid he caught. "No, no, Mr. Man! We are wiser than you think. Wc know that if wc eat that cheese we shall be caught." "1 am a wise old mouse. 1 have seen many traps in my day. 1 like cheese, but 1 will not cat that piece. "How good it smells! It is all right just to smell of it. I think I will go closer to the trap, I must go inside, but I won't eat the cheese. I am too wise to do that." Into the trap walked the wise mouse. He did not know how lightly it was set. He just smelled the cheese when ? clap! fell the trap. The wise old mouse was caught. Was he a wise mouse? ? Selected. A BUTTERFLY STORY. "I want a story, auntie ? a new one," begged Meg. "Well, what kind!" Auntie puckered her forehead all up trying to think. So many stories were wanted these days, while Meg was getting strong enough to run and play again. "I want you to play you are a butterfly, and tell me where you go and what you do." "All right," smiled auntie, who was v.tll acquainted in this game of make believe. So she began in a little, soft voice, such as a real butterfly might have used: "The very first thing I can remember was being a funny little wriggly green worm, on <1 cabbage leaf. I had nothing to do and I didn't want anything to do but just eat and ??at and eat. If I was knocked off one leaf, I crawled up on another as fast as I could and nibbled, and nibbled and ate and ate until I was so full I thought I should burst. So 1 went to work to make a little case for myself, to hold me tight so I wouldn't burst while I was asleep, for I had eaten so much I was as sleepy ? as sleepy as you are after supper when you curl upon the couch and beg mamma to let you have just one nap before you go to bed. "Well, when my little case was done all around me, I fastened it in the corner of the shutter, where the wind couldn't blow it down, and then I went to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I waked up ? why, I wasn't a little green worm on a cabbage leaf any more, but I had wings and I could fly, and people called me a butterfly. I don't un (l?'rxtand how I came to have two lives, but this is very wonderful. Why, I can go right down to the worms on the cabbage leaves, where I Used to be, and whisper to them and tell them they are going to be butterflies, but they won't helieve it. And they won't even look up at ,ne, and then I fly away up into the sunshine, and fly and fly, and I am happy. "What do I ?'at now? Why, I just sip honey out of the flowers; that is better than cabbage leaves." "That was a lovely story auntie," laughed Meg. "But it wasn't long enough. What do >'?u do now, Butterfly?" 'Why, J just fly and fly, and I am happy. I see all sorts of tilings as 1 fly. 1 saw two little girls, at play, and they were having such a happy time, I just settled down on a rose bush and watched them, and then a boy eame along and tried to grab mo, so I Hew up in the sky so quick." "Well, I'm glad to know that the ugly cater pillars are going to be butterflies, now 1 won't be afra.id of them any more," smiled Meg. "See, here comes one now." A beautiful brown one with gold spots came right through the window and looked all about, then went out again. ? The Child's Gem. JUNIOR MISSIONARY SOCIETY. Dear Presbyterian : The writer has been plan ning to write to you about our Junior Mis sionary Society. We were organized about a year ago with twenty-four members under the care of our pastor's wife. We get our pro grams from the "Missionary Survey," which we enjoy very much. We finished just a short time ago a missionary book, "Under Many Flags." We took it in eight lessons. The average attendance at each of these meetings was about twenty and they all seemed to take great interest in them. The first work that our society did in the foreign fields was to send vests to the lepers in Korea. And we sent over thirteen hundred postcards to Africa and Korea. To the Home Missions, we sent story books to put on a Christmas tree for the moun tain children in Virginia. Cordially yours, Prances Harshaw, Pres. Junior Missionary Society. McConnellsville, S. C. Dear Frances: You certainly must have a splendid missionary society and I know you enjoy the work. I wonder how many of our girls and boys belong to missionary societies. We would like to hear what some of the others are doing, wouldn't we? II. A. ? u -FIFTY-TWO." An American Near East Relief worker was passing along the streets of Erivan, the capital of Armenia when a ragged child came up to her and said imploringly "IJ-fifty-two !" The relief worker looked blank. She won dered whether the child was speaking of a boat or an aeroplane, and while she wondered the child repeated the only English words she knew. Then the relief worker called an interpreter. "She tells that she has heard the Near East Relief warehouseman say it and that it means clothes from America," explained the inter preter. Then the relief worker understood. "U-52" is the Near East Relief stock sheet number, which is printed on all bales of second-hand clothes shipped from America. She took the child to our warehouse and gave her a skirt which came from New York, a jacket from San Francisco, and a pair of stockings from Boston. "I told her through our interpreter," writes the American girl, "that she now represented three of our big States, and though she didn't get the joke, she smiled so beautifully at the prospect of being clothed that T wished that the American donors of the humble articles might have seen her. "But 'U-52' did not end there. The multi tudes of ragged men and women, who live in battered Im>x cars at the station, had seen the American bales come in, and they too caught the password. Next morning the Near East Relief warehouse was besieged by these walk ing ragbags, who kept on repeating 'U-52!' 'U-52!' with every accent of misery and wretch edness. It was a sad moment when the last garment was handed out. Those who had re ceived nothing walked wearily away. And every day since then, they accost the Near East Relief workers in the streets, saying 'U-52!' in tU-52!' in pleading tones." BIBLE VERSES ? THE SAYINGS OF JESUS. Dear Presbyterian : We arc sending you my pastor's name in Bible verses. We are studying the Catechism to recite to our pastor to get a Testament am! certificate. Auntie teaches us at home until Elizabeth is old enough to go with me to school. Rejoice, and be exceedingly glad : for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you. ? Matthew 5:12. Even as the son of man came not to be min istered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many. ? Matthew 20:28. ? Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that be lieveth on ine hath everlasting life. ? St. John 6:47. Judge not according to appearance, but judge righteous judgment. ? St. John 7 :24. Marvel not that I said unto thee, ye must be born again. ? St. John 3 :7. Watch ye and pray, lest ye enter into temp tation. The spirit truly is ready, but the flesh is weak. ? St. Mark 14:38. Even so, Father; for so it seemed good in Thy sight. ? Matt. 11 :2G. Let not your heart be troubled : ye believe in God, believe also in me. ? St. John 14:1. Did not Moses give you the iaw, and yet none of you keepeth the law? "Why go ye about to kill me? ? St. John 7:19. Every tree that bringpth not forth good fruit is hewn down and cast into fire. ? Matt. 7:19. Rise up : let us go : Lo he that betrayeth me is at hand. ? Matt. 11:26. We want daddy to see this as it will please liim. Margarette S. Moon, S. Elizabeth Moon. Concord Depot. Dear Girls: This is a good set of Bible verses yon have sent in and we are very glad to have them on onr page. Write to us again soon. H. A. A NEW CHURCH. Dear Miss Argj'le: This is my first, letter to you. I am eleven years old and I am in the sixth grade. We tako the Presbyterian of the South, and think it is fine. I go to Sunday school every Sunday. Miss Bettie Sterling is my teacher and I like her very much. I am trying to recite the Catechism by the 15th of August. My pastor is Hev. L. B. Ruff, and we like him very much. We go to Severn Church. My father is a deacon. We have a new church just finished. Wa had our first serom nin it Sunday, Juno the 18th. T can answer the question about the two men who never knew death ? Elijah ami Enoch. Your friend, Marcie Fay D.^al. Naxera, Va. Dear Marcie: We are >wry glad to have such an interesting and "newsy" letter from you. We are sure you are proud of the new church. H. A.