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G~2Z fi THE GIRL TO TIE TO. The girl who makes friends where ever she goes is delightful. She comes into a room like a sea-breeze—fresh, laughing, nodding right and left with happy impartiality. She is ready for anything, and never throws cold wa ter on your plans. She generally sees the funny side of things, and she has such a whole-hearted way of describ ing them that you feel as if you had seen them yourself. She does not re tail gossip, though and she does not think how to be spiteful, or sarcastic, or bitter and she never exaggerates to produce an impression. She knows how to be clever and funny without being unkind, or untruthful, of course. She prefers to consider the world good and honest until it proves itself other wise. She always gets along, for she has friends everywhere. Her heart is big enough to contain everybody and she never forgets her friends, or is forgotten by them. RENT A PEW, YOUNG MAN! A visiting friend of wide and valua ble experience, in the course of a con versation recently remarked that the Moment you get a man to contribute to the Church you get him interested In his religion. There is solid truth in this remark, says the Augustinian. It applies with more truth to men than to women. When young men are growing up they have many things to .distract them and many ways of spend ing their money. The duty of contrib uting to the support of the Church is not brought home to them and they are apt to look upon it as the preroga tive of the feminine portion of the family. After a while they begin to neglect Church, and a man feels a sort Of natural repugnance to deriving ben efits from something which he does nothing to support. The best invest ment a young man can make is to rent a seat in the church. It holds Um to his Church and is an incentive to practice his religion. It yields a return in the way of self-respect that is of great value to him. We would Mke to see all the young men of our congregations renters in our churches. THE HOME: A CLOSE CORPORA TION. The decay of family life in United States is a subject of grave concern for serious students of the times, says the New Orleans Morning Star. Prom the pulpit, in the press, in magazines, told even novels of the day, the trend of thought seems to center upon the passing of the home, which was and should ever be such a potent influ ence in our life and civilization. In stead of the home life of the old days, we have all manner of club life, fra ternities, societies and other organiza tions, setting themselves up as centers for youth and old age, too, to the detriment of those fine old principles •which once made the family hearth and home circle the paramount thought in the life of the people. A peculiar thing about all these or ganizations which are robbing us of much of our home life, is a sense of comradship at the same time that members are shut off, as it were, from all kinds of people, and "can do just what they like." That idea of doing just what "we like to do" is sure to appeal to human nature in some way. Now, this principle may very hap pily be utilized in the family circle. ""We have our little ways at home, and they are very dear to us," said a aweet mother, now passed away. Her children were remarkable for their loyalty to their home. Stretching like a silver cord through long years to hind one back to home and love, are •sweet old family customs that kept the children at home with father and mother. There was the sacred custom of family prayers, the grace at meals, the habit of carrying the youngest child in triumph to the table—and, oh, there was a youngest child almost •every year in this home there were the happy birthdays, the feast days, the first communion and confirmations, the sacred rule—never deviated from —of all the family approaching the -'Holy Table in common on the first "Sunday of the month. There were the Christmases and New Years, and the •happy greeting and kiss for father when he came home from his daily tasks there was the good night and the good morning kiss for father and mother, and sisters and brother the charming winter nights when such beautiful good stories and poetry were read around the family hearth and there were, too, memories that are de lightful that touched upon little econ omics that were kept close "family •secrets." Indeed, this family circle was "one big secret." Each one knew what the other was doing, and boys and girls had no secrets from father Und mother. The "economy" prac ticed was something not to be asham ed of, but rather ranked as high grade policy in this "home community." Now, having "our own way" of doing this or that, ought to be very popular In family circles. Instead of being troubled about "what other people do" in their home or in public, let every home go back to old customs and make home itself a "close corpor ation." Let us seek, rather, to follow methods and plans that suit "our own" peculiar circumstances or conven iences or taste, and let us, at least, /have some customs that will be so ingrained into the family life that the young folks will think them far better than "following the fashion." FOR THE FAMILY. CLEANINGS WAYSIDE "ZJ Let us keep up "our little ways" that were so distinctive, and which will make the memory of home a bea con star to light heavenward the paths' of the boys and girls in the years to come, when changes, and above all, death, steps in, with ruthless hand, to break this beautiful, holy "close cor poration." MOTHER GAVE HIM EVERYTHING —EXCEPT JUST WHAT HE NEEDED. When her son went away to take a position in a distant city, the good Catholic mother put in his trunk a Rosary beads, several medals, an Agnus Dei, a pair of scapulars, a cruci fix, a little bottle of holy water, a blessed candle and a prayer book. This shows how careful she was that her boy should not lack the opportun ity to be a good Catholic while he was away from home. But when someone suggested that she subscribe to a good Catholic paper for him she said it wasn't necessary. Strictly speaking it wasn't necessary, but when he came back in a few years a victim of yellow press editorials and anti-Catholic news dispatches, she began to feel vaguely that there was something she had left undone to safeguard his Faith. CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS. "Behind him lay the great Azores. Behind the gates of Hercules: Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoresless seas. The good mate said: "Now we must pray, For lo, the very stars are gone, Brave Adm'rl, speak: 'What shall I say?" "Why. say, 'Sail on. sail on, and on.'" "My men grow mutinous day by day My men grow ghastly wan and weak," The stout mate thought of home a spray Of salt wave lashed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Adm'rl, say, If we wight not but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, "Sail on, sail on, sail on and on." They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched, mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone Now speak, brave Adm'rl, speak and say," He said: "Sail on, sail on, and on." They sailed. They sailed. Then spoke the mate: v "This mad sea shows its teeth to night, He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite Brave Adm'rl, say but one good word, What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt as a leaping sword: "Sail on, sail on, sail on, and on." Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights. And then a speck— A light a light a light a light It grew a starlight flag unfurled It grew to be time's burst of dawn. He gained a world he gave that world Its greatest lesson, "On and on." Joaquin Miller. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. KINDNESS WILL CONQUER. Many people have read the story of "Androckles and the lion." Androck les was a Roman slave, who, unable to stand the bad temper and abuse of his master, fled away by night and escaped to the marshes. There he could find no food, and was almost starved, when one evening he heard the groan of a wild beast, and ventur ing to the place from which the groans came, he saw a huge lion that had escaped from the Coliseum lying un der a tree. The beast, to the wonder of the man, put out one of his forefeet and ceased moaning. Androckles, caring very little for life, went courageously up to the lion, and taking the foot in his hand, examined it, and saw that a great thorn had passed through the foot, between two of his toes. The foot was terribly swelled. Laying it gently down, he looked into the eyes of the great animal and as if speaking to a fellow man said: "I can pull it out, if you can stand it." The lion, looking as if he understood the man, turned upon his back and held out the injured member. An drockles took a firm hold of the spine, and by a sudden jerk, tore it out, and the thorn was followed by a gush of pus, which immediately relieved the beast of his pain. He nodded with his head, and seemed to wish that he might touch the hand that saved him. The slave reached it over and the lion licked it with seeming satisfaction. Androckles pulled some herbs that grew near by, made a poultice and tied it on the footh with a strip from his loin girdle, the only clothing he had on. The day before Androckles had killed a rabbit, and went back to the place where he was when the groans of the beast first attracted his atten tion. Bringing the remains of the rabbit, he divided them with the lion which ate his portion with apparent pleasure. In two days' time the poultices worked so well that the lion was able to limp about on three feet. Then Androckles began to fear for himself, but the beast showed such a desire to be with him, that he,gave over the fear, and lay beside the lion every night, and dressed the wounded foot, every morning. The beast was also valuable for his keen scent, and extraordinarily sharp hearing, and thus warned the slave of approaching danger, but the number of people at last hemmed them in. The lion which had fled from the theatre was snared and returned to its old den, where it was kept to tear and devour those guilty of crime anjd ad judged to be thrown to the wild beasts. The slave was also captured and returned to his owner, who sent him to the amphitheatre to be thrown to the wild beasts. Accordingly he was held for some days, then brought into the Arena and handed a club to defend himself as was the custom. In a few minutes a roar was heard which made the very walls of the Coliseum tremble, and the next instant a huge lion was let into the spacious cireuit set apart for battles with wild beasts. For a second or two the mighty king of the forest stood silent and gazed around at the crowds along the gal l|ries. Then he shook his great mane, and snorted a sort of grunt, as his eye caught sight of the naked man standing at the other side of the en closure. Androckles in the mean time wishing to give his tyrants as little pleasure! as possible, threw away his club and started to walk towards the beast, expecting to be torn to pieces in less than a minute. The lion started too, making birring sounds as he moved along: When within about nine feet of the man, he paused as if preparing to make his spring, looked hard at his victim and then instead of springing he gave a loud snort and rushed upon the man. The eyes of the spectators closed for a moment, not wishing to see the death blow of the mighty animal. They opened them again, and in amazement saw the lion and the man with their legs and arms about one another, and the big beast licking the hand and neck of the man. Then in his boisterous joy throwing himself at Androckles feet, and rolling from side to side, the lion held out the healed foot with the rag about it still. Such a scene wa& never witnessed before or since in a Roman theatre. The people gathered round the man and the beast, but a low growl from the lion made them fly faster to their galleri.es than they went down. Then the slave was called upon to tell why the. lion refused to devour him. He related his sad story. How he fled from the tyranny of his cruel master, how he wandered through marshes, and how he found the lion groaning with pain lying under a tree, and how he drew out the thorn, and how the lion became his friend, and how they lived together in the marsh. When his simple tale was finished there was a general shout that shook the great building even up from the galleries. "Release the man and give the lion to him," the people cried. Thenceforth the man and his lion were seen walking the streets of Rome, while they were greeted with shouts of applause and cries, "This is the man that cured the lion, and this is the lion that saved the man's life. (Continued from page 6.) HALF A LOAF. It was. a small apartment of three rooms—so small that the presence of Carney, red-faced, broad-shouldered, massive, seemed instantly to pervade the place. As he sat in the living room, his burly individuality ap peared to overflow into Carter's bed room, and thence into the small room reserved for his Japanese servant, with an intensity that made Carter for the first time note the man's big ness and roughness. "A mighty nice plaee," was Car ney's outspoken opinion, as he sat in a Morris chair and dominated the Scene. "An* I'm glad t' know ye." Carter mentally cursed his own im pulsiveness. Of course he couldn't have let the man sleep in the park, but there was no need to play the fool and bring him home. There were plenty of lodging-houses—why had he not remembered? He came to himself with a start— "It do beat all how they build in them bookcases," Carney was saying. And at the words Carter sharply rea lized the unpleasant seriousness of his position. Late that afternoon he had receiv ed from his mother's jeweller a pearl necklace, which had been undergoing repairs, and which in the early morn ing he was to take down to her Long Island home. The package now lay in the very bookcase—a frail affair of glass and wood—that had caught Car ney's attention. Worse than all, it was directly to the left of that couch which, he had aready explained to Carney, was to serve him for the night Carter thought rapidly, while the unconscious cause of his perplexity slowly removed his shoes. Early in the evening his servant had asked per mission to spend the night in Jersey, so that, by a rare mischance, Carter was absolutely alone. If only Yasuya had been with him! he reflected, The ftp and he could have handled the THE* CATHOLIC BULLETIN, OCTOBER 7, 1911. situation without any trouble. "I'll be leavin' early," Carney was saying. "There's a chanct fer a job down on West street, an' I'm goin' t' be Johnny-on-the-spot, an' don't ye ferget it." He carefully folded his threadbare coat and stretched it across a chair, and in hiS bedraggled shirt-sleeves looked ten times more formidable than before—so formidable that Car ter was unpleasantly impressed. He stepped to the bookcase and chose a book with some care, man aging at the same time to get hold of the package containing the neck lace. Then he turned to bid his guest good-night. "I'll be awake when you go," he assured Carney. "I'm a very light sleeper." Yes,", replied Carney, composing his heavy figure on the sofa. "But don't give yerself any trouble. An' I'm obliged fer the night's lodgin'." Once in his room, Carter went over the situation. He was alone with a man whom he had virtually picked up on the street he had some valuable jewels in his possession and he was a very sound sleeper. He had not told Carney the truth. Once really asleep nothing short of an earthquake would awaken him. And in the meanwhile the man in the next room— He peered furtively through the open doorway. Carney lay sprawled upon the sofa, already asleep, one huge hand relaxed upon the floor. In the night-light filtering through the transom, he bulked larger than ever, while upon his face there seemed to be a scowl that Carter had not be fore noticed! There was only one thing to do— he must keep awake! So, placing the packet of jewels under his pillow, he laid a revolver beside him and set tled himself down for a long vigil. The night was very still. Far down dozen stories below, was the noise of motors, of street cars, all the mul titudinous sounds which blend to make the mighty voice of New York. But in the enshrounding fog these sounds came to Carter very faint and far away. And mastering and domi nating all was the sound of the sleeper's breathing in the next room. Presently this sound ceased and peering out, Carter saw that the man had changed his position on the couch. Was he asleep? Or had the sleeping been only a pretense? And was he even now preparing to abandon it? Stealthily, as though he himself were burglar, Carter crossed to his side, revolver in hand, satisfied himself that the man was still asleep, and re turned to bed after which his lonely vigil began anew. Half an hour later Carter found himself desperately sleepy. To arouse himself, he kept his gaze fastened on the formidable figure on the bed, not ing the man's tremendous shoulders, his mighty hands, the grim set of his heavy jaws. He had been a fool, he t/Id himself, to bring the man into his apartment he would pay for it with a sleepless night. And, having so decided, he closed his eyes for an instant and fell into a heavy dream less slumber that lasted until morn ing. He awoke to find Carney gone, and the superintendent of the building at the door. "You're a lucky man, Mr. Carter," was that individual's greeting. "As it is, we got both of them they're pretty well banged up,-of course, but we've got them. It was the boldest thing I've heard of lately." Carter swept one hand beneath his pillow, found the packet intact, and offered congratulations, "Who was the second man?" "The elevator man." "The elevator man!" Carter's face showed his surprise. "I don't under stand." "You see, it was this way," ex plained the superintendent. "The Jap tried it first and the elevator man waited in the hall. Well, no sooner did the Jap get inside—he had his own key, you know—than the chap you brought in jumped for him. Then the elevator man took a hand and there was trouble. It—" Carter interrupted. "Do you mean to tell me Yasuya tried to rob me?" The superintendent nodded. "They tell me he was hanging around the en gine-room all the evening. It seems he thought there was something in the bookcase. But that chap you brought in—" "Yes?" cried Carter, breathlessly. "Well," declared the superintend ent judicially, "if those fellows can keep their features the queer way your friend Carney knocked them, they'll make a fortune on the vaude ville stage." "And Carney"—Carter demanded in excitement—" where is Carney?" "Carney went early had a job down West street. Left a package for you on the table With a bound Carter reached the table, picked up the package that lay there, and unrolled it. "Now, isn't that funny!" exclaimed the superintendent, as he saw the contents. "The beggar's gone and left you half a loaf." EST William Holtowap, in Everybody's Magazine. DRUGS sail T. 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