Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1918-12-25

ner slate lnaVing learned 10 use
slate), which she expected later TO
copy into her composition book.
The Rev. Alton briggs watched her
puzzled face and laboring fingers for
some moments before calling out of
| his window 10 her. Several sheets Of
sermon paper lay before him on the
desk and perhaps he was having al
most as hard a time putting on the
paper what he desired TO say as Car
olyn May was having with her writ
| ing.
Finally, he came to the window and
spoke TO her. 'Carol,n May" he said.
what are you writing?"
! "Oh, Mr.. briggs. is that your" said
the little girl. getting up quickly and
coming nearer. Did you ever have to
write composition"
Yes, Carolyn May, l have to write
one or two each week" And he
sighed.
"Oh. yes 81 you do" the little girl
agreed You have to write sermons.
And that must be a terribly tedious
thing to do. for they have TO be longer
than my composition--a great deal
| longer"
$50 it is a composition that is troub-
ling yOu." the young minister re-
marked.
Eyes, sir. l don't know what to
write-I really don't. Miss Minnie
says for us not to try any flights of
fancy. | don't just know what those
are. But she says, write what is in US.
Now, that don't seem like a compost
tion." added Carolyn May deubtfully.
"What doesn't"
| "Why, wr ting what is in us" ex-
planned the little girl, staring in a
puzzled fashion at her slate. on which
she had written several lines. you
see, have written down all the things
| that member is in me-"
For PHYS sake! let me see it,
child" said the minister, quickly reach
ing down for the slate. When he
brought it to a level with his eyes he
was amazed by the following:
"In me there is my heart. my liver,
my lungs, my verform pendicks, my
stummick. two ginger cookies, piece
of pepmint candy and my dinner"
"For PHYS sake!" Mr.. briggs shut
off this explosion by a sudden cough.
II guess it isn't much of compo-
siticn, Mr. briggs" Carolyn May said
frankly. But how can you make your
inwards be pleasant reading?"
The minister was having no little
difficulty in restraining his mirth.
"GO around to the door. Carolyn
May. and ask Mrs, briggs to let you
in. Perhapse-I can help YOU in this
composition writing"
"Oh. will yor Mr.. Driggs?" cried
the little girl THAT is awful kind OF
you"
The clergyman did not seem to mind
neglecting his task for the pleasure OF
helping Carolyn May with hers. He
explained quite clearly just what Miss
Minnie meant by writing what is in
you"
"Oh! it's what you think about a
thing yourself-nOt what other folks
think" cried Carolyn May. why,
can do that. | thought it was some
thing like those physerology lessons
Then | can write about anything
want to. can't II"
81 think So" replied the minister.
I'm awfully obliged TO you. Mr.
briggs" the little girl said. II wish
might do something for you in re-
turn"
Help me with my sermon, per
haps?" he asked. smiling.
81 would if / could, Mr. briggs.
Carolyn May ives very earnest.
well. now. Carolyn May, how would
you go about writing a sermon if you
had one to writer
"Oh, Mr.. briggs :" exclaimed the
little girl, clasping her .nds. Il know
just how I'd do it."
"Iou do? Tell me how. then. my
dear" he returned. smiling. Perhaps
you have an inspiration for writing
sermons that l have never yet found. y
why. Mr.. briggs, I'd try to write
every word SOS to make folks that
heard it happier. That's what I'd do,
I'd make 'em look up and see the sun
SHINE anu tue sky--dul llie iiouu'
tains, way off yOnder-so they'd see
nothing but bright things and breathe
only good air and hear birds sing
Oh. dear me. that-that is the way I'D
write a sermon"
The clergyman's face had grown
grave as he listened to her, but he
| kissed her warmly as he thanked ''nr
and babe her good-by. When she had
gone from the study he read again
the text written at the top of the first
sheet of sermon paper. Ii was taken
from the book of the prophet Jere-
miah.
ITO write every word SOS TO make
folks that heard 1t happier. he muir
INJURED as he crumpled the sheet of pa
per in his hand and dropped it in the
I waste-basket.
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