Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-04-15
--...,,,, 1890. bp Public Ledger Co.
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THIS STARTS THE Sro
,Jr, J. Burton Francis. oomsn
Il b;oh ideals and more than the
y;.,ry 0uM " measure OF the milk OF
gpno, p,u kindness coursing through her
hnms" aof;ces fhat her iodshtoomdn,
ss,.'' W ,Vot,on. is performing her idbors
h's' ,,,oo;Sh manner, inquiries about
beoTh and about her numerous
.t;Jyev. subjects her TO some upWt'
u."'lL Iii on motherhood, suggests
ivy for her husband TO read, and
;.e,1re,tS oOosS a. herself in the ,oelfdrc OF tho
fdn'i'v. -
T,ERHAPs they were in a responsive
I mood, easily swayed by emotion. Per-
hans that is why there was in every
hoart that listened desire to be good
.rd follow righteousness, reaching up
a - fooble hands to God. The Reverend
u,sb Grantley would have said that it
ros the Spirit. of God that stands at
,ho door of every mans heart and
a knocks ,,,r uor loft the organ. and
H. comnany broke up soon after. Be-
soro ihcy parted, Mr.. Slater, in whom
.So Englishmans singing had revived
.ho H. eniritual hunger of his Methodist
soort @ requested them to sing God be
n;th Won till we meet again" Every
oro ",s" stood up and joined hands.
Wortbs. with her thoughts on the but
n ~" and eggs: Tonald Mckenzie qnd
S,r John with the vision Of their lonely
ySo,Iines y % in the hills looming over
,hcm lin and Camilla; Tom and Nell
,io hand in hand little Billy. face to
% fsco with the long struggle and its GER
t"in ending. Little Billy's voice rang
sweot ,u and clear above the others
God be with you till we meet again,
Keep loves banner hoating o'er
you,
Smite deaths threatening wave
before you;
Cod be with you till we meet again.
Whom Pearl got Tom safely started
,or tbc marty O great weight seemed
10 have rolled from her little shoulders.
Tam was going to spend the night
rIot was loft of it--with Arthur in the
srunory, T% and so avoid the danger of dis
turbing his parents by his late home
coming. -
pearl was too excited to sleep, so she
hrought out from her bird cage the lit
tle notebook that Mrs. Francis had
sivon her, and endcavored to fill some
of lis pages with her observations!
Mrs, Francis had told her to write
whnt she felt and what she saw.
She had written:
August 81 picked the fethers from
2 ducks today. l call them cusmoodles.
I cot that name in book. The GUS
noodles were Just full of cheety wow
vows. That's a pretty name, too. /
think. got that out of my own head.
The cheety- WOW vows are wanderers
tonight. guess. They lost their
fpther. bed.
Arthur's got a girl. Her name is
Thursa. He tells me about her, and
showed me her picter. She is beauti.
f,ll beyond compare, and awful savin'
on her clothes. At first l thought she
had die away -ducky look, but I
guess it's becduse she was sorry Ar
thur was comm away.
August 9-Nfrs. Motherwell is gettin'
kinder. think. When ! was gittin'
the tub for Arthur yesterday, and git
tin water het, she said, What are
you doin'. Pearl?" ! says, "Gittip'
Arthur bath" She says, Dear me,
It's pity about him. j says. 'Hes'm,
out he ii 1ppl DetteT uOW. oHe Suys
"Duz he want any one to wash his
backT'-I says, 81 don't know, but
III ask him." and did, too; but he
says, NO. thanks awfully."
August 10-The English Church min
lister called one day to see Arthur. He
read some of the Bible to us and then
he gave US dandy prayer. He didn't
make tit was a bot one.
There's wild parsley down on the
erik. Mrs. NJ. sed 'twuz poison, but
] wanted to be sure, so l ct it, and
It isn't. There's wild sage all over,
purple and lovely. I pickt big lot ov
1t, to talk homeJ-we mite have a turkey
this winter.
August Ill hope toms happy; it's
offel to be in love. hope I'll never be:
My hands are pretty sore pullin'
weeds, but like it: pertend it's bad
habits I'm rootin' out.
Arthur's offer good; he duz all the
work he can for me, and he sings for
me and tells me about his uncle the
bishop. His uncle's got servants and
leggin's and lots of things. Arthur's
been kind of sick lately.
made verses one day. there not very
nice. but there truc-I saw it:
The little lambs are beautiful,
There cotcs are soft and nice,
The little calves have ringworm,
And the o-ypar oldS have lice