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Our Boys and Girls
SOME BIBLE VERSES FOR YOUNG FOLKS. In Matthew 6:33 Christ is teaching you and me. In Mark 11:22 Christ is teaching me and you. If you would learn how to pray, Matthew 6:9 shows the way. At Matthew 28:19 Christ' rf Great Commission will be seen. If faith Is weak and you wish more, Read Matthew 11:24. A verse that leads through heaven's gate Is found in Matthew 5:28. For every daughter, every son ? Luke 6:31. If there's any one you hate Follow Luke 6:28. Tell me what God's love can mean ? John, chapter 3 and verse 16. Acts 8:22 Shows what sinners ought to do. Ecclesiastes 12:1 Tells how happiness is won. 'Chapter and verse just the same: How many great ones can you name? (Matt. 6:6; Matt. 19:19; John 10:10; John 13:13; Romans 10:10; 1 Cor. 2:2; Phil. 4:4; 1 Timothy 6:6. ? Selected. | SOWING SEEDS. Luke 8 :4-15. If you wanted to plant a garden what kind of soil would you want? "Would you plant your seed in the middle of the path, where the ground has been paeked down hard! Would you want the seed to fall on rocky ground, or on good ground? Jesus once told a story about a man who went forth to sow his seed. Jesus said that as this man sowed, some seed fell by the way side ; and it was trodden down, and the fowls of the air devoured it. And some fell upon a rock ; and as soon as it sprung up it withered away, because it lacked moisture. And some fell among thorns, and the thorns sprang up with it and choked it. And other fell on good ground, and sprang up and bare fruit an hundred fold. After Jesus had told this story He said, "lie that hath ears to hear, let him hear." Then His disciples asked Him, saying, "What might this parable be?" Jesus said, "Now the parable is this: The seed is the Word of God. Those by the way side are they that hear ; then cometh the devil, and taketh away the word out of their hearts, that they may not believe and be saved. Those on the rock are they, who, when they hear receive the message with joy, and for a while believe, but they have no root and in the time of temptation they fall away. That which fell among thorns are they, who, when they have heard go their way and are choked with cares and riches and pleasures of this life and bring no fruit to perfection. And that on the good ground are they, who, in an honest and good heart, having heard the word keep it, that is remember it and obey it, and bring forth fruit with patience/' What kind of soil is your heart! Will the seed of the word of God which fall there find it too hard to grow int Or, will it take root quickly and for a few days help you to be better, but be choked by other things soon? Or will it fall on good ground and grow and hring forth fruit in your life every day! ?i THE BOYS AND FRISKY. One bright, frosty morning in November young Mr. Frisky poked his head out of the door of his dwelling high up in a tall hickory nut tree and peered eagerly around. He looked so cunning and pretty that you could not have helped admiring him had you seen him. Things must have been quite to his liking, for his little black eyes snapped with delight as he watched nut after nut drop from the branches and fall into the rustling leaves be low. "Just the kind of a day to fill up my larder!" he cried with an approving flirt of his tail. And, being an active young fellow, he straightway hopped out of his cozy nest, curled his bushy tail over his back, and sat- down for a minute to reconnoiter. Assured that the coast was clear, he scampered gayly down the tree, his little squirrel heart leaping with delight when he saw hundreds of beautiful shellbarks scattered over the frosty floor of the forest. No need for him to worry. Here were nuts a-plenty, and more, to keep his sharp white teeth busy all winter long what time he was not soundly sleeping curled up in a warm, furry ball. So he sat briskly to work and ran hither and thither all day long, carrying three nuts at a time ? one in his mouth and one tucked away in each cheek ? to the foot of his homo tree. By the time it had grown too dark to see he had gathered a pile of nuts any squir rel might be proud of. Then he drew the leaves over them and climbed up to his den, a tired but very happy squirrel. The next morning was clear and crisp, and Mr. Frisky whisked out early and was soon busy adding to yesterday's store. He was so gay and lively about his work that old Mr. Frisky, who must have been at least five years old and who lived in the next-door tree, came over and watched him with a wise look on his face. "Why don't you carry up the nuts you gathered yesterday!" he asked the young fel low. "The first thing you know some of these creatures with only two legs will come along and carry them all off as they did mine two or three years ago. I tell you I've kept a pretty sharp lookout on my food supply ever since, for I nearly starved to death that winter. This is what I am doing," and he juggled two nuts into his mouth, scampered up his own tree, and stored them in his den. Old Mr. Frisky soberly kept up his way of doing business all day long; but young Mr. Frisky, who didn't want any second-hand ex perience, kept adding merrily to the pile under the tree. He had enough to keep him busy stor ing them away for two or three days, and he would begin the- task next morning, he said. So once more he was up bright and early, whisking up and down the tree, and the busi ness of putting away his stores was progressing finely when the quiet of the forest was broken by the shouts and laughter of a crowd of merry boys out nutting. Frisky poked up his ears to listen, with his poor little heart fluttering in his mouth. NeareT and nearer they came, running here and there, and picking up the nuts and shouting every time a handful rattled into their tin pails. And here they all came, bearing right down upon his tree and his nuts. They were almost upon him before he darted up the tree, quak ing with fear. When he was safely up, he peered cautiously down to see what was going to happen. He didn't have to wait long, for the shout that went up as those boys fell upon his hard-earned pile of nuts told poor Frisky too plainly th.^y had found them. "My, what a find," cried one of the boys. "What's the use of hunting for nuts when you can get squirrels to do it for you?" "That's so," laughed another as he tossed a double handful into his pail. Poor Frisky was frantic. He ran out on the lowest branch and, holding one paw over his aching heart, sat there and scolded away at the intruders. He made such a fuss that they heard him and looked up and laughed at his antics. "Keep still, old fellow," one of them cried. "There 's plenty more nuts if you want them. Anyway, we are much obliged" to you for these," and kept right on putting Frisky 's nuts into his pail. But one of the boys did not touch the squir rel's nuts. He loved his little four-footed friends and believed that they had rights as well as people. "Say, boys," he interrupted as he saw Frisky 's pile disappear, "don't you think it is pretty shabby to take a poor little squirrel's winter store of food? He worked hard to gather those nuts, and they belong to him. Come off, boys; it looks too much like b.nrglary. And half the fun's in finding your own nuts, any way." "That's pretty strong, Ned," added one; and "Whoever thought of a squirrel having any rights?" laughed another. "Just as good a right to his own bread and butter when he works for it as we have to ours," earnestly responded the Doy who liked animals. "He's scolding us good and proper for our meanness, poor little chap," he added. This was a new point of view to the other boys. They had never looked at things in that light before; but now that the boy who liked animals and sympathized with them presented the squirrel's side of the case, they one and all took the nuts out of their pails and put them back in a neat pile for Mr. Frisky just where they found them and added a few more for good measure. "Come down and get your old nuts!" they cried as they started away, pitying a few at poor Frisky, who was till scolding and jump ing frantically around. "It's all right, Frisky," called the boy who was the friend of fur and feathers. "Come down." Then they all went off laughing, to hunt their own nuts and enjoy rambling through the woods in the crisp glory of the autumn day. In a little while Frisky crept cautiously down the tree -and wondered how it ever happened that those strange creatures had left his nuts. But he, too, had learned a lesson. ? Exchange. CHUM8. "He lives across the street from es An' ain't as big as me; His mother takes in washln', 'cause They're poor aa they can be. But every night he brings his slate, And then I do his sums And help him get his lessons straight, 'Cause him and me*is?chuma."