Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1907-08-14
EVERY LITTLE HELPS.

EVERY LITTLE HELPS.
One night when the sun had disap.
peared and birds had tucked their
heads beneath their wings to rest, one
of the night birds flew close to an
electric light.
"Of what use are you?" asked the
bird. you give SO little light com
pared with the sum"
Il do the best can" said the light.
Think how dark this corner would
be If I were not here! People walking
and driving might run into one an
other, and someone might get hurt"
That's true" said the bird, and
away he flew. Then he came near a
gaslight. standing apart from houses
and busy streets.
"Of what use are you?" asked the
bird. you do not give as much light
as the electric light"
Il do the best can" said the light.
DO you not see that steep bank Just
beyond? If were not here someone
might fail to see it, and fall"
That's true,"" said the bird, and
away he flew Soon his sharp eyes
spied lamp in window.
"Of what use are you?" asked the
bird. you do not give even as much
light as the gaslight."
II do the best can. / am in the
window to throw light down the path.
that Farmer Brown may see the way
when he comes home. do the best
i can"
That's true" said the bird, and
away he flew.
But again his sharp eyes spied a
light-a tiny candle light in a nursery
window.
"Of what use are you?" asked the
bird. your light is so small. You do
not give even as much light as a
lamp"
II do the best / can," said the can
die, land can easily be carried from
room to room. Nurse uses me when
she gives the children drink of water
at night or sees that they are snugly
covered up in bed. do the best l
can"
That's true" said the bird; and
away he flew, thinking, as he saw the
many lights here and there, little and
great: "All are helpers. -Kindergar-
ten Review.
COLORs IN THE SUNLIGHT.
One day as Uncle Dick was watching
the little girl ravel piece of cloth
she looked up and said: you see
It's green. don't you, just bright green?
But walt" And she picked out of that
green cloth a yellow thread and blue
thread, yellow and blue. yellow and
blue, until the cloth was all raveled
away, but there wasn't one green
thread anywhere.
do you mean to tell me-" exclaim,
ed her uncle, as he looked at the little
bundle of yellow threads and then at
the bundle Of blue ones, that really,
If you mix those just right, it will
make green cloth?"
Eyes, Uncle Dick" she Laughter,
''that is really, really true. And If you
mix red threads and yellow threads,
the cloth will be orange-colored; and
II you mix blue threads with the red
ones. the cloth will be purple. Now
wonder If you can show me anything
as interesting as that?"
1--WE might ravel out little piece
of sunlight" replied her uncle.
ooh, but you're just playing now
the idea of travelling sunshine. Uncle
Dick! Nobody could do that"
For answer he took little pocket
ooking-glass and leaned 1t up in a
bowl of water on the table. Sunshine
came in through the open door and
shone upon the glass, whence it was
reflected to the wall-not as white
light, as we might suppose. but all
raveled out into most lovely and beau
tiful colors. You may well believe
that Lucy's eyes danced and sparkled
as. she saw those splendid tints-the
deep; rich red, bright yellow. the beau
tifuls blue, and the green and orange
and violet And then you may believe
that she listened closely as her uncle
told her how God. the great Weaver.
wove all these colored light threads
Tor rays) together, not into cloth, but
into the glorious white sunlight, which
minute by minute He sends down to
this earth to dress 1t in loneliness and
beauty.-Edison Driver, in Youths In
StructOr.