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THE COLBORNE EXPRESS. COLBORNE. ONT.. THURSDAY. NOV. 1, 1923. Over Her Left Shoulder BY MARION CROSBY. hands together so that she could not Henry as he set heavy crocks to cat clap them over her ears. Then she the water. went to each window and rolled up "We'll have to have new shing! the shades. "There, you can stay pretty soon," he said, returning to t up!" she declared. She had come to cosy room. "Perhaps next year i the point where, though still afraid, shall be able to afford it. Here she was compelling herself to act what is left of the morning's papei bravely. In spite of herself, she was he continued. "I found it up in the THE SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON NOVEMBER 4 ™ tj + „ nf airline- on to bed Clara will help me with fascinated by the majesty of the attic. The children must have taken it Dora Benton drew ajar of sizzling on to bea.^ wara win n P ^ th unshaded win. b mistake f wrapping apples." hot pork and beans to the ^ dow, : * hg D» fhe^aper a P^Vtion oven and lifted the cover gently. • * ^ ^ Qf the gtairs and then "I believe that when you face thin* yellow envelope fell from its folds. Worla-Wide Prohibition "They are going to be just all marched them up ahead of her in the you are afraid of, you are not neajj^The lost letter! For a moment as sh rip-lit," she cried joyfully. happy bedtime romp that they loved, as frightened as when you try'To held it in her hand the shadow of ba The kitchen was 'flooded with their "Good-night, sweethearts!" she hide," she said, speaking aloud to the luck fell once, more athwart he rich fragrance. One whiff was enough called on her way downstairs after dog : £tPPy news "It s Coi^n Ella' to give anybody an appetite, even if stowing them in their little J« sh^, Lesson setting-This week wej it had not been a chilly September beds . .ng slowly gave a quick, low^ growl ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Temperance Led i Mat,Kr5 At °}V\t ii^ra stopped and ^threshold. The |ext minute *g ^ an ^er ruption <>rj - to be hungry anyway. Pulled back the window shade, peer- ^™ * I0H" S'M the door' ed Henry- "You wil1 never know un" a turmne aslde from the mam theme ^ y, fng out into the night. She could see ,~ vifo^Vu^tlto! les|,You. open it." ^ of the lessons. Temperance is a world I r£ll r^!„read; _____ i,^™ question just as the missionary World's Temperance Sunday. Psslm 101: 1-8; Proverbs 23: 29-35. Golden Text-- I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes.--Psalm 101: 3. dren--A Brown baked beans and all the good things that went with them made visible. The "sky was covered with "«■«««•»• I Dear Cousin Dora^--Do you know Henry's favorite supper. He would dark gray clouds and as she waited, Hey, call off your dog, lady! he|anything about a gold and enamel ' l sniffing while his handsome she heard low rumblings of thunder, shouted, as he shoved the door shut ]ocket with the init;als Aj !3 going to be a storm and against wind and ram. I m a^res- blue on the ba, face beamed happily, exclaiming "There i the road," she said de- pectable traveler, ma'am, but i could not shake off storm like this you would have to and dread any villain in! I thought each ^| i those bolts would be the last ' Terrific!" The intruder was an elderly 1 ,i.s deep, hearty voice, "Oh that sup- Henry is oi per smells good! And how's the whole ^superstitious belief precious bunch to-night?" meaning, of of l<ba£ mck „ course, the three children, to say no-, cl&ra ^ fo her frQm ^ pantry thing of Dora. | "Daddy telephoned, Mother, but I "Hurry, children, set the table, could scarcely understand what he please. Father will be home now in said. The line wasn't working right." ^ hat and overcoat a few minutes." She worked busily j "Oh, Clara, why didn't you call settled in puddles 01 marshalling her little helpers. "That's me?" ! went right on talking without waiting right, Maud, help Clara. Bobby, get 'Well, I don't believe you could have for an answer, mopping his face imh some fresh water and bring the but- heard any better, Mother, and he was a large handkerchief. ■ a from the ice-box. Oh, we're go-1 gone before I could call you He said ; «s it was a d tftin when 8 he would be late but I could not hear threw up those wind0w-shades. Stead- 1 the back? I know those Aunt Alice's init'ials-your mother's. P™^, waste of life and soul Christianity is conservation of life and soul power for the place considerably of late. The latest highest ends and purposes. We know improvement is a new stone bridtre how intemperance has been one of the LXssZ: brook thaT runs through Preat hindrances of the missionary m been changing the old , II. The Woes of the Drunkard, Prov. 23: 29-35. Vs. 29, 31. Who hath woe . . redness of eye? This section of the lesson turns our thought to temperance, in our accepted'sense of that word. It has to do with the physical and ■. , „. moral effects of drunkenness. The Temperance is a vital part iter caUg attenti to the after of the missionary movement In-,effects of a debauch after the first temperance is-waste of life and soul; exhilaration of body and mind ha3 The drunkard, perhaps, the pasture In digging through the £is work',f % wther.e *e ,T,« tntL«„r,™rt, n,e haS blaZed ^ trail, the ™m . Bfllel ■ has followed. Moreover, the lntem- sought to drown his \ but it waits for him in the morning, greater than ever. Perhaps he had 1 to banish his such a buzz- |ed me( you know> out there in-ythe ithing the, dark. My car was jumping. Couldn't matter. ; keep the road. I am on my wajy to Something the matter,' 'some-; Mr. Benton's place. Can you teffcie thing the matter,' ran through how far t have to go?» !Mr. Benton's place! This is Mr. I expect my husband graceful and nrettvT^ "P«" cupuuaxu home any minute." gr_aC!tUi _and. ?^6tty shelves. And then as il there had not | Even as she spoke, the door was I™6!!!. enough she remembered thrust open a second time and Henry sarly knocked the stranger over- as flew in before the im- i astonish- ing to have a fine meal and all piping tbg reagon There hot. Hurrah!" Dora waved the dish ing 1 t„ink there ■ towel over her head and pirouetted i-the open space between stove and wii dow to the great amusement of he csven-year-old son, who vvas reluc-1 Dora's mind as she swiftly did the tantly starting out for the pump. I dishes and stacked them away, warm Benton's pli Dora was so graceful and pretty' TL^TA' J^J^tlt^ ™* and slim that she seemed young girl than a mother of three children and mistress of a rambling | "Clara, you said the postman left he'literally old farmhouse where the work, from a letter this hiorning with the papers, pact of the one year's end to another, was hardly but it was not here when I came in "Hello, there!" he said from the orchard. Do try to find it ment. "Who_who are you7" tor me, dear, before you go to bed.j "My name is Stevens!" Hunt hard. Perhaps it was important. "Well! Well! I have been all this Every letter is important until you evening at Deer Creek looking for find out what is m it " j you. Heard you were due there." lve hunted and hunted, Mother,! "And I have been in Centreville, and X simply cannot find it," replied ten miles away. Thought I wouldn't ir? JF'vLlT 3 dlstrefsed V0Tlce- "It was ;jr0 home without seeing you about Henry whed in a yellow envelope, I remember, that land. Said I would drive out, -"en.y laugnea. -wJT ^Tfwvfr °/^?" . , storm or no storm, and here T^am. tW,S *T Y-n ta^e Didn't know this was your place. Blew this side of the room and I will take mt» ~- w-rrhK' Sw., D*°r,?* ,5™- i.t-hey' "'This is my wife> Mr- Stevens. How Rwrff through the tall, old-fashion-! about supper, Dora? Perhaps Mr. ft TrSt y' bac^ of )he cushions on'Stevens will have some with me." n.tf° =V ^°nf. the fT Paper^ left' "Sounds good to me," answered the Z iJrt f 6r appr^aPm.n?--: visitor, "if it is not too much trouble, rnL v5eJar£e' ^"-filled living Mrs_ ^enton... nlavf'ullv f'J™ S Vf?v colhe, ran; A little later Henry followed Dora t «?J*\ °f-.the sear/hfP into the kitchen and whispered glee- not help worrying if I see "the new j He th'j£t his awedt'^^ ^^T^6 Steam^g ^ She flung the >'e11' moon over my left shoulder. wri^vT, ^ +v,„ >„" ±11 pawfaifee- _ Good luck, little -- and I do want good luck so mi have had our share of the othei A,„ Little Maud came into the kitchen ] thinking ^atjDerhaps the dog heard id industriously began filling a plate with jolly blue eyes and a ruddy |gand and stones to the su ts countenance. Water ran down from of the workmen found this beautiful „ . „, streams, andjlocket z have polished it up and real. perance of so called Christian nations puddles on the rug. He lv it is hardlv hurt at all It must ls a rePr°ach to Christianity in the • Live bee^lvLdeTfuily "well^mTde' °f, W^i^to (^Si The workmanship is exquisite and i t a IJ^Jt t^t™ consider it a real treasure. Cannot ^ a 7°rld that has turned to tenl" you and all your family come down perance' and see it at Thanksgiving time? If j I. The Wisdom of the King, Ps. yours, we shall be glad. 101: 5-8. s hardly finished as she would wish it to be. She seemed even younger than usual to-night as she danced back and forth singing a gay song. A tiny moonbeam, coming through the window, fell on her yellow hair and- gave it a softer sheen. Suddenly, with a little frightened gasp, she stopped. "The new moon!" she cried. "And I looked at it straight over my left shoulder!" She had been very gay a moment before but now she quieted down, her gray eyes were clouded and she went on with the supper preparations soberly. "'Right shoulder, good luck; left shoulder, bad luck!'" she murmured while she cut the bread. "I just can- j to'X-^heT "LinkLgU1 """'[Heth^isthis- ' ' slandereth] „ Drive down the day before and let -us have a regular, old-time family re-j L Vs" 5' 6" Wkoso union on Thanksgiving. I am giving/"3 neighbour. I you notice far enough ahead so that verses of the psalm ome. It will be expressing his sens again. Do not ag ruler rf the kingdom. He promises!1 his power temperatelx by recog-1 ( body, but the morning brings increased physical unfitness. Perhaps he had sought intellectual, stimulus, but the morning finds him dull and heavy. The life needs release from the burdens and heaviness of life, and there are ways of escape which recreate the powers of life rather than Hssipate them. While we aim at pro-I hibition, we must see that healthful | forms of recreation are made possible \irof for all. It will be noted also i , chapter from which the lessv n is i the preceding! deals with other evils of intempe the king has been j ance--gluttony and impurity, of responsibility! tbem are the waste of bodily and suu, disaiSn^sS,e;ieya°se. D° "*! " ^ ki«^dom- He promises! g5. M the ^ u ^ ^ Affectionately yours, Ella. \tPZZ^c^f\nV^Z"a serPent V" 29 deals with the im" Dora lay back in her chair for a!?, g ri i° i k" mediate results of intemperance. This few minutes without speaking Then: ^er/ antyivmgr)!fv^' °™ t verse deals with the final results of -id solemnly, "Henry! The next -™*rf™^; ^"^."J^Vod drunkenness. When it is all too late will remember what he owes to God the drunkard realizes that the cup is and to man. Now, in the following a cup of poison. These words were he describes his attitude to . that I think n doubletood'lucklnstead^*! ha^ had J£» a lesson to-night. I wish I could tell ^ Xh°u^XgL^ H» Jll Zt™ they are true as ever The Aunt Martha." | f"ce m a" things. He will destroy results of intemperance are always . And then she told him the full story man who is intemperate in speech, the same. But the experience of an-of her superstitious fears and! useless' ^hh^itW ^ZhT"ttnth dent dayS is unheeded bY the world suffering, all because she saw the good ?,e.18rhbfcor, , f?\ *%. 7w to-day- This is one reason that ^us' her left shoulder. And ?T lhat ha3 a*™9- °kJ 6 tified prohibition. We are dealing is lofty eyed This is intemperance with a subtie and treacherous foe. of pride, and. ambition--the sinthat We are justified in seeking to protect the heedless and t*ie weak from them- Exit October. The wayside weeds were whi frost, the morning air w I saw a gipsy lass who danced en leaves of gold. She wore a scarf of amber silk let petticoat, And hops of garnets in her e* coral at her thi with nagnifies others d magnifies st that walketh nd belittles others d magnifies self and ignores God. seives. The right interpretation of perfect way. total prohibition is total protection. ?6wy I Trin * efJd *e~™Rt°and then 'broke1 closed ^deX'rirjw"gtnteian"ls I We into a loud bark. j to Nova Scotia to live and is inkln/ZrlrL^t"^ eafrlyj' anxious to wind up his affairs. He his masl^^K^ S! i°^hiaTAI held out for more t^-vj. offered but, uns! What is tl-L '1MnilO by infant between bites of crumbly "They are very silly thoughts, Maudie. But sometimes Mother just can't help thinking them. Now, I wish Father would come. It's so late we shall have to eat our supper without waiting. I'll put Father' . to keep hot." lown the owneij of ------; *" i the land right to their door and She searched for the they were assured of the wish of tl "■>,, 1ot I hearts. Dora knew just how much L --_. she cx- ference that extra piece of land wduld f„llv „t M^'o"n+1 lo°ked reproach-'make in their year's receipts, fully at Ned as though it was his ■ ------- " morning paper and it „__ found! "Isn't that too bad?' claimed crorsly cold iThls is the man wboee life is from We seek to shield the child ana , ,,' : day to day regulated by high ideals. WOmankind from the results of intem-■ Iau- j He has a standard by which he guides perance and to protect the drunkard .his life. There is a pathway in his from himself. The difficulties of en-scar- ; life that he seeks to walk m. j forcement, which all must admit, do Vs. 7, 8. He that worketh deceit not provide a sufficient reason for in-, and shall not dwell within my house. The action. It may be said that we can-i king seeks the company of the faith- not make people better by legislation, leaves aloft, and ful, and shuns the companionship of Very true, but remember that so long strewed them far and wide the wicked. The matter of compan-: as we legalize the liquor traffic we Come, see my gold, and help yourself, ! j°"shiP. is of the u.tmo^ importance. I are making man worse by legislation. fr>v t am v^v, " Ov,o „,.(„/i There is a companionship that helps The liquor traffic is a lawless treach-r l am rich, she cried, j to right thoughts and right actions erous force, and as such we must deal in is bright, the as wejj as to wmng thoughts, and with it. We cannot compromise with is free, | wrong actions. Companionship should it, much less legalize it. Thine eym October, prithee, shake a merry j not be a matter of chance but of shall behold . . thine heart shall ut-j choice. He that speaketh falsehood ter perverse things. In the conclud- t hd established (Rev. Ver.) ; in£j£jjjJJyi£ writer pointsMut ho^^ ve ho permanent place. The j inteiiit!4^Rj.^-do&lJ^A s.c-^mOe^^^" royal favor will not be extended to! mal course of life. Mind and tongue those who practise deceit. The court and body are all out of joint They will not be the scene of subtlety and do not function aright. / will seek craft, but of honesty and faith. The I it yet again. Yet he has power to king seeks to order heart, home and | break away from his course of life, court aright. ' He is chained as well as poisoned. fault. She knew that the sensible thing was to go to bed and forget the storm and all suggestions of trouble but she ^uung supper Dora could not for- decided to sit up for her husband, get her "unlucky" first glimpse of the' Perhaps he was waiting in town to see new moon. She hardly enjoyed the*6 owner of the forty on the other j back tolhe" house, hot, tasty supper and spent most of 1°* eRmfadovw' that they wished I surprised if it were leaking, after all the mealtime attending to the wants '^"ted ho™\Z~L ?v, 1* H have this downpour." He lifted a hand-lamp of the little ones. "I hate to have this | ^e^u^IowlVaWbW- ' feeling," she said to herself, "but I ing in sheets against the windows cannot help it! Aunt Martha taught, Every few minutes the thunder boom me to be afraid of bad luck. I won- '> ed heavily. Dora began to be thor-der what ancestor passed it on to her? J oughly frightened. She crouched I wonder how far back it started any-1 dow" ln Henry's easy chair with her *ay?" !, a",H °f?Pl fif 6a-8 but/ve" then she j Everything is all right "Clara," she said, turning to her AroundI the Hr» ° ^ sto™. was good luck after all!" she chant, older daughter who was busy dishing theTghtnin* nlaved W-f shadesi1 below her breath. Once she stoi np apple sauce, "have I ever told you fire. gg pIayed hke a frame of by the great chim, about the beautiful locket I used to j Ned raised his head and walked have when I was a little girl?" ; slowly to the door to listen. Growling ' "Why no, Mother," said Clara eag- he lay down, with his nose pointed erly. "What ever became of it, and straight at the threshold. His ears What was it like?" j Quivered, his tail moved back and "I wonder if I can describe it so + %heavlly' he heId himself keenly that you will know how it looked? It £nlTZ\ * , u „ Is a long time since I lost it. It was ' „„?0™_?1!1Ll.t?ok, herse.If .in hand a solid gold locket with a blue enamelled medallion on one side, surrounded T^j n„ cl°sea After supper, Henry escorted M Stevens out to his car, gave him mir ute directions as to turns, short cut. and bad stretches of road, and in a' trice the little man was gone. "I am going to take a look at the . attic roof," he announced upon coming! And ln" the .chlIIy dusk between the "I shouldn't be wind, day began to vagrant in a ragged fling down the lane. The gold (alas! 'twas fairy gold, the glitter that, deceived) Beneath his stumbling feet was turned to heaps of withered leaves. He lifted up his peevish voice, and called the gipsy maid, And she put on a russet cloak and tearfully obeyed, from the hall table and disappeared up the red-carpeted stairway. Dora passed lightly back and forth from dining room to kitchen, softly singing as she cleared away the dishes. "Oh, I am glad that Henry is home--I am glad that Henry is home. sumac's last red embei And gaunt gray ghosts of goldenrod she vanished with November. --Minna Irving. Drinking fountains that can not be reached on the inside, can be cleaned with scalding water and a handful of shot. Fill the fountain about quarter-i- full of hot water, and then pour in the d shot. Shake the vessel briskly so that chimney that went "un bo- the shot will scrape along the bottom tween the living room and the dining and sldes of the fountain. This will room, and listened to a rhythmical i remove the scum and make the foun-drip-drip, drip-drip, and could hear tain sweet and clean. ,, Dora finally took herself in 1; and went to the back of the houac u i that all the windows were by a wreath of 'fine"blu7flowersr" On ClotSed ¥&i^stA the raln" When she the other side were your Grand- vT1.' Ned was stl11 motionless, mother's initials in blue enamel. ItillS£™£\, ^,J„J1M was her locket. She died, you know ' ,,t* £ood°ld Ned! she said, when I was a child." anything should happen, you and "H„must have beer, perfectly beau-L?!,? )*» *?_take care of the tiful, said Clara. "How did you lose It, Mother?" "I lost it in the brook one day when 1 was crossing the little footbridge UUS | pany, near Aunt Martha's house, down in ^ Cr-cr-crashr That terrible thun-j instil the valley where I used to liv Dora's eyes had a far-away look as they were gazing upon that old scene. ; j grateful little A Little Child's Gratitude By Mary Collins Terry of workers behind the food they eat, the clothes they wear, and in fact any and all of their material blessings. It is only one step more to the loving Father who gives the rain and sun, who causes all growth, to whom our gratitude must go out for His Bobbi As the Thanksgiving season a proaches, it behooves us to thii about our children. Shall we let the look forward to that day as one jtock and the house and"theThild7en!" j which Physical and social indulgen Ned beat his tail sympathetically, i alone will be the outstanding featu He was on guard, he said to her 'n! --a big dinner, lots of fun and cor dog language. ^ j pany> or Bhall we make an effort "Cr-cr-crasA/" That terrible thun-' instil in them gratitude, a real thank-! Let Thanksgiving day, then, be der again Dora held fast to the fulness for the things which coma to! day when our children remember Then after a mZn X .Sf ™f \ them day by day? A child is not a thought all those who have helped in I I am going to mak. mvseIf to^to grateful little animal by nature, and1 gathering together the fine dinner for • "nexyt surfer we-a'alf ro that window and look o^t- What' the mother must by untiring guidance ' the day, and rurther still express this there and I'll find it for you I would Henry say if he knew that 11 and care form this virtue in him if; gratitude. No virtue is worthy if not I he added proudly. ^vaR afraid like this?" As she drew, she would have him be a useful and; outwardly expressed. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR Ij baskete and pails; wheelbarrow and 1 cart--all were filled in less'n no time. And the Bunny Hollow folks agreed to come again next day--that is, if the frost held off. Daddy Longears felt a little dubious about that--said he was sure there was a touch of it in the air I even then. Jemima Wobblenose said i soothingly: "Now, Daddy Longears, j don't you cross any bridges till you "Hi, there, you little Babs!" It was farmer Jones who called, and he laughed when he saw how he had i to then will be beautiful." doubt to- Matilda Tarfoot aughed when he saw how he had | mlseBd her To an(J Tm Th tartled the Cottontail bunnies-why, | had ft mogt anxioug t,me searching ff)r | they they nearly jumped out of their skins. ! Let's see--here were Molly and Sal-1 ly Cottontail; and Bobby and Billy. | And, they had stopped under the big j chestnut on their way from school to j see how soon the nuts would be ripe. | When Mr. Jones came up to them he j back ache to pick up so many pota-said: "Say, Cottontails, would you like j toes, and Tilly said it made her back of potatoes-- | ache. So Tommy thought they'd take ttle walk. Then, Tilly said, they Mr. Fox; and then they hid in the ties, and they'd i ied it was quite dusk before found, hiding in a clump of ill bushes, close to the edge of Cedar They tried to explain at one and the Tommy said it made his lots and lots enough to last all winter? Yes? Well, just you run and tell your daddy right quick and bring all "It is not very likely that you could the shade aside, lightning flashed a' happy member of society. ! Perhaps there is a needy family! heard about the pota find it after all these years, Bobbie." VIVld> forked sign like fiery handwrit-; «Muwer where milk turn from'" who win not have so much for excited as they wen His mother did not tell the children m^ across the black of the night. I three'vear-old Dannv stoDDine' Thanksgiving day, and the children mediately dispatched Billy that it had happened at new-moon Dora ?ave a little scream and darted, nskf, three-year old Danny stopping. ^ ^fc ^ a £oW anA .J „„„„„_,,'„ wo. , time. Aunt Martha had said when away from the window, covering her m the midst of his cooling drink , told of the loss, "Bad luck! You must eyes wlth her arm 33 lhe thunder,! a warm August day. Why, Mi have looked at the new moon over Iouder than ever, followed the flash.! Moore's black and white cow ga your left shoulder." Dora had not 'ITnat struck near us!" she gasped.' you the milk, dear. You remember tried very hard to recover the locket, She was walking up and down the We watched her going down the since Aunt Martha was so positive ro°m now: h,er ,han ,s. clasping each j t night. Tom brought the milk that there was no use trying to eel otnPr r,rt,! 1 h' .•-•>»<>k!*s v" *" wnite. ,.„.. nn nnr norch " the better of "bad luck." "Bad 'uck- bad luck for us!" she whis- j over 6nd put ll °n °Ur ,P°rC11- She was roused from her recollec-; PGred with pale lips. "What do you say to h: tions by a dire little sound at her1 Ned lay motionless by the threshold, i ing your milk?" elbow. "Oh, Maudie, how could you!" following with loving eyes his mis-' She briught a cloth to sop up the tress's every anxious step. Suddenly white stream. "Well, well, I suppose she stopped beside him and exclaimed, you're tired, dear," she said comfort- "Oh, it is bad to be scared! Do you -- all tired to-night. I hear, Ned? I do not want to be afraid. jrish Father would come!" ill It had been a wearying day. Even 'gathering herself togeth<_, ;the children had worked hard, for be- going to be afraid! I will not!' 'eides helping gather fruit in the orch-' Ned thumped his tail and cot ard they had wrapped hundred of ap- his watch, pies in paper and packed them care-1 Somehow, just saying those 'i the attic. ' made Dora feel bravr i help pack a basket and deliver itj daddy-to them. The mother can sum up herj Molly to ,! little lessons and say, "So many people I would sh 5 helped us to have Thanksgiving! baby" so I i dinner, now we must help someone | While Bobby a le." Thus she will turn j ny Hollow to t ! spoken gratitude into! In just aboui tail the Hopo "Tom has brought our milk every; the Longears . Jay, let us save this big red apple; and oh! I coi "T'ank you," said Danny triumph-; to give him to show him how thank- j many others w antly. ; ful we are." tontail's doory "And what shall we say to the good j Thanksgiving is a fitting prepara- had his cart a ; tion for the beautiful festival day | his bags and baskets ho can find; tell all ; away again. Daddy Longears thought the Bunny Hollow folks, too; there ■ they ought to be punished, but Martha are plenty and to spare lying around j said they'd been punished enough, the field and it's a shame to have them : "Well, then," exclaimed Daddy Long-waste." j ears, we'd better make tracks for "Bless me! Hew the Cottontails did i home, and build fires to keep our po-fly for home. Thiough Killdeer mead- j taf-«is warm--mind you, they must be ow--then through the big woods; they , kep. warm for several days." never rested until they came to their j "We know, Daddy, we know," laugh-own doorway, overhung with pretty [ ed all the bunnies, and away they trot-red Virginia creeper. And they just : ted--chatting and laughing. All at se (o once they were quiet, for Bob Cricket 11 the and his folks were giving a concert and they all loved to hear the music, s sur- One after another they said good were night, and when the Cottontails reach-n she ed home tired but happy, they found as as Granny Wobblenose waiting for them e ini- under the Virginia creeper---with baby 11 his , Winky in her arms. ask Granny Wobblenose! please, ma'am, mind the ' la could help in the field. ' >- and Sally ran round Bun- Whei Ma Cottontail told ths: rised--and she asked Thanksgiving's Gettin' Nigh. i for bring- j An' cook an' bake an' stew : An' when th' woodbox won't i I No matter whatcha do, ' When pantry shelves get full ! With cakes an' bread an' p j Why you kin purt near flgger Ole Thanksgiving gittln' nl ashamed of myself." And then ! "T'ank you." He waved happily i 't the direction of the Moore's barn an lane where he had spent many bliss watching Tom drive i "Come, chickadee little thu-.l the c Little by little c chikh-c she clasped her led in this simple way to see which follows so soon, Christmas. ■ is when a child truly feels and ex-| presses gratitude that he in turn is ; ready to give and do for_-others. ! "LOVING AND GIVING"--will ! make sunshine in our world. "God ' so loved--That He gave." hbors. the whisk of a rabbit's An' when th' woodbox won't stay full ers and the Tarfoots; and the Wcbblenosea ldn't begin to tell how ;re gathered in the Cot-ird. Timothy Tarfoot ind Daddy Longears had j heelbarrow. ] When all yer folks an' relatives On the way to the potato patch From thutty miles er-roun Maria Hopover said: "It's lucky for us ; Espesherly the folks that's been that farmer Jones had such a big crop ! A-livln' in the town of potatoes." At which Daddy Long-; Come traispsin' back a-visitin' oars replied: "Yes--and it's luckier j T'stay a week--oh my! still that he's so kind-hearted." j Why you can sutt'nly f--ger They worked like beavers. L>g3, | Ole Thanksgivin's mighty nlfih.