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10 know where that calf Is every
minute. She don't propose that any
thing is going to divert her attention"
looked across the street In front
Of the fashionable booze joint where
the bloods of the town used to 60 and
hit II up, and saw six young fellows
standing out there. with their hats on
the back Of their heads. looking like
fried eggs; breeches creased so you
could sharpen a lead pencil on them.
dressed In the height Of fashion and
said:
"I suppose the mothers Of those
boys are down at some bridge whist
or literary dicussing me. or leaving
the dis off They don't know where
their boys are or don't care"
ChiIdren Are ImItators.
I looked aguin In q minute and
said. '.By gosh. take my hat on to
the old cow"
Now. It Is the nature OF . child to
follow. You have started across the
room and heard a dull crash and you
looked up and saw your little one
sprawling on the floor.
Humboldt tells that he found parrots
in South America. the only living
creature that could speak the language
Of q lost and forgotten race, and al
though the teachers were dead the
pupils remained and they knew the
characteristics OF the teachers, through
the pupils Of the parrots that lived to
be $50 years Of age.
A friend of mine sat one day In his
beautiful parlor. He heard laughter
in the hall, opened the door and looked
out and his little 4-year-old boy had
gone upstairs and dressed up in his
fathers clothes. The trousers were
away down to the floor. but he had
rolled them up and the coat hung
down q foot behind. his sleeves hid his
hands, he had his hat on. 1t fell down
over his head and rested on his
shoulder, and his fathers collar looked
Like q horse collar around q midget.
and his fathers vest touched the
floor and he said;
THAT Is the most solemn picture 1
have ever seen. Take him to the
photographer and have his picture
taken Just as he Is. That tells me
he wants to be like me-"
So they took his photo and when
he left home the last thing he put in
his grip was the picture. and the first
thing he took out when he would get
to the hotel was the picture. lie
would put II on the dresser and look
at II. 1t was the last thing he said
goodnight to. and the first thing that
he said good morning to. And every
time he loo'sed at It. 1t seemed to say:
60 on daddy. but be careful
where you are going because / am
following you. I want to be like
you"
Don't shut the door OF the house
and fear the sun will fade a little
patch of carpet. Oil don't drive the
children into the street to play lest
the merry laughter will shake the
cobwebs from the corners. II you
want to ruin your home let your
children understand that mirth and
laughter must be left out of doors.
Let them regard home as only a
place to work and sleep. and the
work has begun which will end In
wreckage.
Young men and women must have
fun, and II they can't have Il at
home they will hunt out the haunts
OF vice where a great line OF God
forsaken. good-for-nothing cormor-
ants congregats to lead them from
Jesus Christ and virtue. from truth
and decency. Don't repress the
buoyant laughter. OH a half hour
round the FIRE side telling stories
will iron out their troubles and will
be q panacea to their aches and
their pains.
Let the KIds Laugh.
Put your home first: put your
home irst. OH men. women, the
time will come too soon when the
family circle will be broken. the
time will come too soon Whenever
Il comes. 1t Is too soon. and death
Is an unwelcome visitor. When he
comes suddenly or at the end Of a
long sickness. he Is never welcome.
The. time will come too soon when
you will long for the touch OF hands
that have turned to dust and sigh
for a voice which Is still. The sad
.dest time in the life of a young per-
son Is when home loses its influence.
Oliver Wendell Holmes said, Man
has a thousand roosts but only one
nest, your home"
In a Scotch regiment In the war
~ Ahdlo ears a6Op AAie men Wcfo
dying and It baffled the skill OF the
physicians. They could nit discover
the reason but finally they dis
covered they were dying from home
sickness. The Scottish musicians
were piping the home airs, they
were playing Annie Laurie" Com
ing Through the Rye" and THE
Blue Bells OF Scotland" and this
made them think OF the heaths and
hills. They were dying from home
sickness. We are drifting away
from our homes
Fathers are busy, mothers give
the care OF the children over 10
some nurse whose only interest in
your child is so many dollars a
week salary. They will throw the
care of the household into the hands
Of the servants. They will spend
FIVE nights q week down at the
opera. down at the Dutch lunch
hitting the booze, cocktails. cham
pagnes and wines. oh! you can
clothe your child In silks and satins
and laces and ribbons that would
confound and confuse and make q