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The Heroines of Home. Some eighty years ago a certain Montyon left to the Academie Française a sum of money to be given, in small prizes, to the best examples of "vir tue" of the year. In awarding these prizes, the academy's committees have with great good sense shown a partiality to virtue's simple and chronic rather than to her spasmodic and dramatic flights. In Paul Bourget's report for this year are found numerous cases, of which this is a type : Jeanne Chaix, eldest of six children, mother in sane, father chronically ill. Jeanne, with no money but her wages at a pasteboard-box factory, directs the household, brings up the children and success fully maintains the family of eight, which thus sub sists, morally as well as materially, by the sole force of her valiant will. In some of these French cases charity to outsiders is added to the inner family burden ; or helpless relatives, young or old, are adopted, as if the strength were inexhaustible and ample for every appeal. Details are too long to quote here, but human nature responding to the call of duty, appears nowhere sublimer than in the per son of these humble heroines of family life. It was an old philosoDher who declared that wom en excel men in the power of keeping up sustained moral excitement, as witness the cases of illness nursed by wife or mother. Where can one find bet ter examples of sustained endurance than in those thousands of poor homes where the woman suc cessfully holds the family together, doing all the work, supporting the family, and keeping the home associations sweet. The true heroine is indeed the heroine of the home, aspiring to no dramatic or exciting flights of heroism, conscious only of doing her best, and a blessing to home, community and society. The Gourteous Woman. A woman with a truly gentle heart is always gen uinely courteous, whether in the home, at the club, in the church, or on the street. The truly courteous woman is not the woman who greets her friends pleasantly, but has another tone of voice for the servant, or for the salesgirl in the store. She is not the woman who bids her visitors an affectionate farewell, expressing heartfelt regret at their departure, and after they are gone says: Oh, what a bore; why couldn't they go sooner." Neither is she the woman who discusses with one friend the secrets and follies and failings of another. The truly courteous woman indulges in none of the petty shams and deceptions which make life in sincere. She has one gentle manner and Voice for all, high or low, inspired by a truly gentle heart, and she never demeans herself by personal com ments behind people's backs which could not be openly said in their presence. May we have more truly gentle hearts and more genuinely courteous women. The Virtue of a White Dress. (American Motherhood.) "O mother, how pretty you look !" "How sweet!" "Where are you going?" "Guess!" I cried, "I'm going—going—going to stay right here with you this afternoon," I ended en thusiastically, and I smiled. My little ruse had suc ceeded. Just a simple white dress had created the atmosphere I wanted. The children were cross ; I was tired and irritable ; yet I wanted to be patient and agreeable. I remem bered when a teacher how the school children had taken a dislike to a certain dress I wore; they fan cied I was alwaj r s cross in it. I recollected how pleased they were over a new gown, and especially They begged me always to over anything white, wear white. Now I was resolved to test again the power of the white dress, and see whether it might not react upon my tired nerves. It was a dull, rainy day, but I had a warm fire. I selected a white waist, not too thin, and, alas, a little out of style. Then I found my old pique skirt, a bit mussed, but clean. 1 wore a dainty blue ribbon at my neck, and a bow to match in my hair. A string of blue beads completed my costume. Last of all, a lace-trimmed handkerchief with a dash of cologne. The third-reader class used to admire 'teacher's handkerchief, so nice an' smelly !" Now I was ready for the afternoon, and felt quite equal to entertaining three restless children just re covering from the measles. At the chorus of "ohs" and "alls" and the gentle pats on my hair, the loving touches of the string of beads, I felt more than re paid. I was actually rested and in good humor with myself again, while the children were eager to follow every suggestion that I made. O the magic of a White Gown ! His Mother's Hoy. The mother naturally feels more keenly the en vironment of her.child than the father. She re joices more over his excellencies and grieves more on account of his failures. His joys are her exul tation. His sorrows her tears. When she starts him off to school her heart fol lows him and her prayer is constantly with him. She thinks of him, wishes him well and looks and listens devoutly for his return. * * What sort of laws should the public have for the protection of childhood against the wrong qual ity of tutorage? Citizenship and regard for the law are the bright omens of the future of this Na tion. What should not be the sentence of the teach er who fails, by example or by precept, to instill in the mind of the child who recites to him, the les son of patriotism, of respect for and duty to the laws of the land ? In a paper read before the Teachers' Association of Bingham County, Mrs. A. V. Scott, a talented * lady of Idaho Falls, among other things made the following pertinent deductions : One thing which cheapens the profession is un professional teachers and unprofessional teaching. People who are not naturally fitted for such work make it their occupation, and therefore do not do it 'justice. To be a good teacher requires all the necessary elements of success in other lines and sometimes more. The relations of the teacher to the community depends altogether upon the teacher himself or herself, as the case may be, for there are teachers and teachers. * * * He teaches to good purpose who inspires the love of excellence and sends his pupils forth from the school's narrow walls with such desire for self improvement that the whole world becomes to them a God-appointed university. The Right Kind of a Hoy. A good boy is the natural product of a good home, and all the efforts of philanthropy to make boys bet ter are consciously imperfect substitutes for the nat ural influences of a healthy-minded home. The great and over-shadowing peril of a boy's life is not, as many suppose, his bad companions, or his bad looks, 1 i T , or Ins habits; it is the peril of homelessness. I do story of the man whose house was "empty," and pre cisely because it was "empty" there entered not mean merely homelessness which may exist even in luxurious houses—the isolation of the boy's soul, the lack of any one to listen to him, the loss of root to hold him to his place and make him grow. This is what drives the boy into the arms of evil, makes the streets his home and the gang his family, or else drives him in upon himself, into uncommunicated imaginings and feverish desires. It is the modern seven devils" to keep him company. If there is one thing that a boy cannot bear it is himself. He is by nature a gregarious animal, and if the group which nature gives him is denied, then he gives himself to any group that solicits him. A boy, like all things in nature, abhors a vacuum, and if his is a vacuum of lovelessness and homelessness, then he abhors his home.—Professor Francis G. Peabody. Has Forty=One Mothers. A little waif in Des Moines, Iowa, is credited with forty-one mothers, and this is the interesting story of how it happened : "Little Benny" was a motherless cripple. His father left him with a poor old woman in Des Moines, paid his board for a few weeks and then disappeared. The foster mother, Mrs. Watts, although heart broken over the prospect of having to part with Little Benny, was very poor and unable to support ~ him, so that it looked as though the poor little fellow would have a hard time indeed. Here is where forty little girls belonging to a Sunday School class of one of the Des Moines churches enter the story. They were devout and sensible little ladies, and wisely decided that they might better care for Little Benny than to send their pennies away to the missions in Japan. So they adopted the queer looking solemn cripple boy, and are going to give six cents a week each toward his support, making in all $2.40 per week. This amount goes each week to the good Mrs. Watts, and each one of the forty-one mothers is thor oughly happy and pleased over the arrangement, as is also Little Benny. 71 Woman's 7\Iphabet. I will be : Amiable always. Beautiful as possible. Charitable to everybody. Dutiful to myself. Earnest in the right things. Friendly in disposition. Generous to all in need. Hopeful in spite of everything. Intelligent, but not pedantic. Joyful .as a bird. Kind even in thought. Long-suffering with the stupid. Merry for the sake of others. Necessary to a few. Optimistic, though the skies fall. Prudent in my pleasures. Quixotic, rather than hard. Ready to own up. Self-respecting to the right limit. True to my best. Unselfish, short of martyrdom. Valiant for the absent. Willing to believe the best. Exemplary in conduct. Young and fresh in heart. Zealous to make the best of life. —Monitor. Pensions For Mothers. Professor Charles Zueblin, of the University of Chicago, is credited with the following advocacy of a pension system for mothers: "Every mother, whether rich . or poor, should be pensioned equally, say $10 a month for each child up to the third and a decrease in the amount up to the fifth, when it should cease. In spite of the bonus some still would have one or two children and others would take a chance on a dozen." I he professor is quite Rooseveltian in his sug gestions, and it would be entirely acceptable and inteiesting to hear the President's views on this phase of the subject. V esterday was my birthday. "I suppose your husband prise ?" "Oh, yes. He came gave you a little sur home before midnight.