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w m~~~~ 1 A BOY'S VACATION. Little Tommy Doodle and his mother spe>tt a week At Gran'pa Doodle's farm, where Tommy tumbled in the creek And got his lungs so full of wet ho couldn't get his breath Till poor old Gran'ma Doodle had been frightened 'most to death. He ate some poison berries that he found along the lane; It took a doctor half the night to soothe away the pain. He tried to ride a "kicky" colt ? a risky thing to do ? ? 'Twas quite a little while before they really brought him to. He stuck a stick into a hive of bees ? oh, sorry day! He couldn't see a thing until the swelling went away. He teased the goat to see if it was cross as he had heard ; They had to work wiih him a while before he spoke a word. And then he climbed a cherry tree ? just like a boy ? and fell And broke his arm, and ? sakes alive! you ought 'a heard him yell. His mother took him back to town to get a little rest, nut Tommy says of all his life that week was far the best. ? Selected. THE HASTY VISIT OP MR. STINGER- WASP "When Mr. Stinger-Wasp came to see Mrs. Trap-Door Spider .she wasn't at home to see him. The strange part of it was that Mr.- Wasp had seen her go in at her front door, too. Mrs. Spider had been sitting dozing near her trap-door, which she had made of silk and earth ? a door which she herself could let down over the hole in the ground that made her house, when she wanted to close it against enemies and the dust. She had seen Mr. Stinger-Wasp come buzzing suddenly in her direction, and knowing him to be one of her worst enemies, she had hastily run down into her house, not stopping to elose the door, be cause Mr. Wasp was so close that she was afraid he would catch her. "This is great business," said Mr. Wasp, when he saw the open door. "I think I'll be paying Mrs. Spider a visit." With that, he stopped at the entrance of the house. Buzz ing merrily, he peered into the hole. But he could see nothing for it was dark inside. "Nothing risked, no gain," said Mr. Wasp, as he began to crawl into the hall. Carefully but confidently he stepped along the silk car pot, which lined the whole house of Mrs. Spider, knowing that she would make a good meal for him and Mrs. Wasp. He thought that there was not a chance of escape for Mrs. Spider; so he chuckled cunningly to himself as he went along. But when he had reached the bottom of the silk-lined home and found that she was no where to be seen, he was astounded, rubbing his eyes, which had become accustomed to the darkness, thinking that he must be mistaken. He felt along the silk carpet, searching and searching. But no Mrs. Spider did he find. Surprised and angry, with a hum he hur ried to the door through which he had just entered, thinking to find that Mrs. Spider had passed him and had not gone far from her door. But she was not to be seen outside, either. Then he made another trip within to make s'sre he had not overlooked her. There was the sanu* result as before: Mrs. Spider did not meet liis eye. But just as Mr. Wasp for the seeond time had reached the bottom of the house, he re membered that he had promised Mrs. Wasp to hurry hack after ho had got something for lunch. He had left Mrs. Wasp cleaning house; and he now recalled that she had not been in a good humor. So Mr. Wasp, realizing that he had been away from home for quite a while, thought it best to leave oft' the idea of getting Mrs. Spider in order to go back to help his wife. Thereupon, he buzzed out of Mrs. Spider's front door and hurried off home. "Did you get anything for lunch?'' was the first question his wife asked when lie had reached home. "No, dear," returned Mr. Wasp, somewhat ashamed. "I saw that fat Mrs. Spider who owns the Trap-Door House go home, and 1 thought she'd make a great supper for us. But believe me, she's a witch. 1 followed her in immediately: but she wasn't there!" "Did you look all through her house?"' ques tioned Mrs. Wasp. "Upstairs and down; but no Mrs. Spider!" "Did you open the spare-room door, Mr. Wasp?" "Spare-room door? I didn't see one. There was but one long room," Mr. Wasp explained. "That's where you lost our supper, Mr. Wasp. Once upon a time, I visited a Mrs. Trap-Door Spider and found by careful ex amination, of course, a small door made of silk. This door opened into a spare-room. No doubt Mrs. Spider hid from you in the spare room, closing the door behind her. Unless you took your time, you'd never notice the door." "I'll go right back, my dear, and attend to Mrs. Spider. We'll do the cleaning later," spoke Mr. Wasp, hastily. And since Mrs. Wasp seomed to approve, he hurried off to Mrs. Spider's house. But when he came there a second time, he found that the door which protected the main room of Mrs. Spider's house ? the outside door ? had been tightly locked. And for the life of him he couldn't open it. ? N. W. Christian Advocate. HOW RUTH LOVED HER NEIGHBOR. "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself," read Ruth in a puzzled voice. "I don't see how I can do that, mamma. Miss Martha is my neighbor," glancing across to the next porch, where a lady sat reading, "and I don't love her at all." Mamma smiled and explained that the word "neighbor" had a wider meaning that the literal one. Still, it might apply literally, too, on the principle that charity begins at' home, but does not end there. "But I still don't understand," persisted Ruth. "What does 'as thyself' mean?" "Why, how do you like people to treat you?" asked mamma. Ruth thought a minute. "I like them to be kind and thoughtful and ? " "Exactly," said mamma. "You love your little self and want it treated kindly and con siderately. Now, you are to love your neigh bor 'as yourself.' The Golden Rule comes in there, do you see?" Ruth's eyes opened wide. "Oh, T see!" she said thoughtfully. "I must treat Miss Martha and everybody else as I would like them to treat me. I can love Miss Martha that way." The very next day she had an opportunity to put the rule into practice. Miss Martha stopped in on her way home, very hot and tired, after a morning of shopping. "Dear me," she said, dropping into a porch chair, "I am just too worn out to go even those few steps farther to get home! Please let me rest here a few minutes, Mrs. Woodleigh." Mamma smiled and welcomed her cordiallj and Ruth, suddenly remembering her text, thought: "What would I like Miss Martha to do to me if I were hot ami tired?" She brought a big palmetto fan, which Miss Martha took with a grateful "Thank you, my dear," and went on talking to mamma of her shopping. Ruth slipped away and presently returned with a tray containing a tall glass of iced tea, a saucer of delicious berries, and a little plate of delicate crackers, just the lunch for a hot day. Miss Martha seemed very glad of it, and as she finished she said with a smile: "That has done me a world of good. I felt too tired to go home and get myself a cup of tea, and now I feel quite refreshed and cool. You are a thoughtful little girl. Thank you, dear." Ruth smiled as she carried away the tray. " 'As thyself', " she murmured. ' I under stand now, and I like Miss Martha a lot bet ter, too.'' ? Pittsburgh Christian Advocate. A POUND OP HONEY. When you eat a spoonful of honey, you have very little idea as to the amount of work and travel nncessary to produce it. To make a pound of clover honey, bees must take the nec tar from sixty-two thousand clover blossoms; and to do this requires two million seven hun dred and fifty thousand visits to the blossoms by the bees. In other words, in ord>?r to collect enough nectar to make one pound of honey, a bee must go from hive to flower and back again two mil lion seven hundred and fifty thousand times. Then, when you think how far these bees some times fly in search of these clover fields, often one or two miles distant from the hive, you will begin to get a small idea of the number of miles one of the industrious little creatures must travel in order that you may have a pound of honey. ? Presbyterian. A FROG'S LESSON. The frog looked down a deep old well And thought he'd play a joke; Thought up a saucy thing to say, And thus he harshly spoke: "You ugly old frog," he hollered down, And listened for reply; "Ugly old frog," echo sent back; The frog began to cry. He hopped away where his mother sat, Told her what he had done. His mother said, with pained surprise; "I'm -ashamed of you, my son." "Hop back to the deep, old well. Croak down something kind. The answer you will always get Will be the same, you'll find." The frog looked o'er the brink and said: "Hello, sweetheart, true." "Sweetheart true," echo sent back. It'll be the same with you. . Should not folks learn a lesson here, As our frog friend has done? Whether words loving or harsh. The same come back, my#son. ? O. L. Russell, in ?hrlatlan Advocate.