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ward little sea animals to scramble about
on the sand; she heard of mornings spent
in the grim old library, where she was
taught Latin and mathematics and science,
by her father, and was made to read -the
English classics. She heard of the wonder-
ful day when the visitor came—they came
so seldom! But hear Helen’s own words:
“Tle said, ‘Stuart, that girl ought to go
to college!’ Father said, ‘I can ‘teach her
at home, she is ahead of most girls of her
age now.’ ‘She needs what you cannot
give ‘her,’ said the visitor. Ob, he was a
trustee of this college, and he talked and
talked to father until. father promised to
consider it! Then we got a catalogue, but it
took father so long to decide, that it was
nearly winter before I came. Then—Oh,
how can I ever make you understand how
different it was here from everything I had
ever known in my life before? I had never
had any companions : mother died when I
was a baby, and father took me to live in
that quiet place, with only the house
keeper to take care of me. What did I
know about the kind of clothes to get?
What did I know about the way to talk,
the way to get on with other girls? I was
in another world!” .
“ Didn't you feel like going home?” asked
Billie May, softly, ~
’ she efied fiercely, “ when
this is the happiest life I have ever known?
I see you can’t undersgand! I can't enter
into it. for it frightens me so. but it is
just too wonderful for words! The recita-
tions are not hard, because I had to recite
to father, and he was very stern at such
times, but at the table—I simply -cannot
talk! TI plan things in’ my room to say,
but when I go to meals the words just
won't me. About that examination
oehe choked, and would have come
soothingly :
*
Lc scuass. ROCK CLIFF UNION pUNPAY
‘CHOOL, SEIBERT, COLORADO.
HE C. I. C, Class connected with the
ized January 12,
of eleven members, and at the present time
there are twenty-five members. © Business
meetings are held once a month, and offi-
C, I. C. Class, Rock Cliff Union Sunday School, Seibert, Colorado,
cers are elected every three months. This
class is helping to support a Chinese boy
in a mission school in China.—[Daisy E,
' Vawter, Teacher.
CONGREGATIONAL
RAND MEADOW,
The Band of Hope Class, connected with
the Congregational Sunday School of Grand
Meadow, Minnesota, has for its motto “The
World For Christ. aye only six
dear. m your members, but we
friend.” are progressing.
A convulsive Our officers are
clasp of the hand Iva Brown, presi-
was the reply, then dent; elen
Billie May said:
“Tam going down-
stairs for a min-
ute; promise you
It was fully fif-
teen minutes later
that she returned,
covered tray
her. She turned
on the light, set the
why, Helen!” The girl had half-risen from
the bed; now she stopped in fright.
“ Wha-at is the matter?”
“Your hair! Why, I never saw anything
BO ovely! pr
“Ts my hair pretty? 1 never thought it
was; there’s so much of it I never know
what to do with it.
“Well, who would have thought it! Be
low your waist, ond glossy as satin!
Honey-colored satin! Never mind, I'll
teach you how to arrange it, you fortunate
girl
“ Will you teach me other things?” asked
Helen, tremulously.
“To owillf I will!”
“But will you mind
—mnch—all at once?”
“You may be as silent as you wish if
you will just smile and look interested
when / talk—and maybe T'll let’ you sit
by me at: the table.”
“That would be—so—perfectly lovely!”
she smiled. .“ Did that | sound as other
girls would have gaid it?
“It did. You are progressing already.
Yowl be a chatterbox by commencement. -
But I want to ask you something ; are you
coming to our feast to-morrow nigh
“That is one thing I wanted to ask
you about. Would the girls mind—think
it presumptuous, | mean—if I added some-
thing to the feast?’
“T am sure they would be glad to have
you adé anything yeu please. Why?”
“ Because—last week—when I found out
(Continued on page 15.)
if I don’t talk
tray down, and
turned smilingly to .
Helen: “ Now you ~
Band of F Hope Class, eeereEation al Sunda;
_ must eat some- School, Grand Meadow, Minn.
‘thing! But first
_ wash your eyes with cold “water, and—
Lorenzon, secretary
and treasurer. We
organized in Sep-
tember, 1916. Our
colors are blue and
* gold, a
class pins with the
colors and
make © our
Sundaysschool les-
sons very interest-
sal
nished the church
with flowers, which
we afterward take to the sick. We also
bought our pins, and are now planning to
get a banner. We find many helpful things
THe Gris’ ComMPANIoN.—[FEsther G.
Berg.
eee
THE BLUEBIRD CLASS, CONGREGATIONAL
SUNDAY SCHOOL, CHELMS
Our class was organized se the name
of The Bluebirds. The message of t
bluebird is to bring happiness,
try to live up to it the best we can.
are twelve girls in the class, and our teach,
er is Miss Richardson; secretary, Dorothy
Sponer, and treasurer, Elsie Smith.
member of the
other members will do everything that is
necessary. They all desire that the ef-
ficiency of the young people's society should
be kept up to the standard, but they leavé
the maintenance of this excellence to oth-
ers. They abound in suggestions. that
somebody should do this or some one else
look after that, but it never seems to oc-
eur to them that it is their place to step
the. , breach.
There is
saying that what
is.everybody’s busi-
ness is
. vary proverb
stead of shifting a
general’ responsi-
bility off upon the
shoulders of other
people, Jet us insist
on &
share.
Helpful to Next Sunday's Lesson
ZOE'S YEAR OFF,
By HARRIET LUMMIS SMITH
UCI as Zoe loved school, she acknowl-
edged that the last month of the spring
term seemed almost endless. The school was
too far from ber home for her to return for
the short vacation. The previous summer,
her little sister Ruth had taken scarlet fever
and Zoe had spent the summer with a family
of cousins, and though she had enjoyed every
minute, beneath the pleasure was, the con-
tinual ache of homesickness,
Commencement day came at last. The good-
bys were said, the usual promises to write
often were given, and. Zoe turned ber face
westward. The* swift express’ was all too
slow for her impatience, She counted up the
months since she had been home—twenty-one
of them. How the children would have grown!
And Jesse, the big brother, who had been
her chum from babyhood, would be a man.
As the train rattled through the night, Zoe
Jay wakeful, thinking of the happiness in
store so soon. The dear faces came before
e by one. Oh. what a good time she
ng to have this summer! She almost
believed she would be sorry when September
called her back to school.
“I'm going to give Jesse the worst: scold-
ing,” thought Zoe, smiling to herself in the
dark, a smile which implied that the threat-
ened scolding would not be very formidable,
after all. “There isn’t any sense in such
a smart boy’s being such a poor corre-
spondent. Why, he doesn’t write me more
than once in six weeks, and then he doesn’t
tell me anything. Je did better when
first went away to school. Jesse will have to
turn over a new leaf, that’s certain.”
The long night passed slowly, the next day
more slowly still. but on the second night of
her journey, tired Zoe slept soundly.
o'clock she awakened, and began to dress in
feverish haste. Only a little over two hours,
and she would see them all. And when she
had finished dressing, she sat by the window,
her eyes drinking in the familiar landscape.
A stranger would have called it monotonous
class wears a
Bluebird pin.—
{A Member.
TAKING OUR
SHARE OF RE-
SPONSIBILITY.
Many young
scrupulous
regards their
very light-heart- |
ed way of drop-
ping the respon-., |<:
and ugly. To Zoe it was beautiful because
it was home.
The fifteen minutes the train was behind
Each time seemed to Zoe hours long.~ But at last
they pulled into
the station, and
she saw her fa-
ther’s automo-
bile, standing
back in the road
and upon the sta-
tion platform, a
familiar group
whose features
blurred before
her sudden rush
of tears. But as
“| she kissed them,
she realized that
“sa) her father
3] stooped a little
more than when
she had last seen
sibilities _ they <j) bim, and that
share. If they j pines of care had
belong to a i her mother's pa-
committee, they - tient face,
ake it for
granted that the
The Bluebird Cle Congregational Sanday School,
elmsford, Mass.
a
me the children
grown at a-
rer
‘an: old-
At six:
_with a slouching step.
. NOVEMBER % 1917,
jost amazing rate. In pfe ot! emo-
tions, it took her a minute “te discover what
“was lacking,
“Why where's. Jesse?”
“Jesse wasn’t up when we started,” said
Mrs. Peck. ebt.”"
_Aeross the road and climbed
into the machine. Ruth was talking ex-
citedly about a lamb which her father had
given her,'and Rob had important informa- -
tion to impart concerning a sew litter of
kittens. But across the joy of Zoe’s home-
coming lay a shadow, exactly as if a cloud
had veiled the face of the sun.
The farm was eight miles from the rail-
way station. When they reached home Jesse
had come downstairs. He rose from the rock-
ing-chair on-the porch and came toward Zoe
“Hello, Zoe,” he said,
and stooped to kiss her,
e was no longer a shadow of uncer-
tainty athwart Zoe's joy. In an instant she
was sure of many things. Something was
wrong with this tall brother of hers, nearer
to manhood. by nearly: two years than when
she had seen him last, and yet somehow less
of a man than before. His eyes did not meee
hers. His air of being glad to see her
unmistakably ‘a pretext. Zoe’s heart seemed
to drop with a thump.
he did her best to be interested in the
new lamb and the new kittens. She exclaimed
over the pretty wall paper in her bedroom,
and the new willow rocker. She tried hard
to eat the breakfast for the sake of which
she had resisted the allurements of the ulin-
ing car, But while she smiled and chattered,
and complimented her mother’s waffles. she
was awaiting her chance to ask the question
whose reer she must. hear, even. though
she dreaded i
t was nearly noon before her ‘chance came,
Then she had her mother to herself for five
minutes, and snatched at her opportunity.
“ Mother, what's wrong with 2
Iter mother looked at her and her lips
trembled. “Is it as plain as that?”. she”
asked sadly.
Ss pan to me—dreadfully plain.”
nd Jesse always | loved each other
dearly,” said Mrs. Peck.’ “ And love makes
one sharp-eyed.””
“Yes, but mother, what is it?
long has it been going on?” .
“For the last year, dear, a little over a
ear... You remember the Warrens rented
their farm toa family named Croll,. And the
oldest boy, Ed, Seems to have a very bad
influence on Jesse.”
“ How bad, mother?”
Mrs. Peck sighed.
nate to spoil your home-coming this
And how
way, ear, I didn’t realize you would know
what had happened the moment you saw
Jesse. But since yon understand, there's 00
use putting you off. . Jesse spends most of
his evenings with Ed Croll. I'm afraid he’s
learned to drink. I've never seen him inder
the influence of liquor myself, but other
people have.
Zoe drew. a long, sobbing breath. But the
eyes that met her mother's pitying look were
not tear-stained, but feverishly bright. -
“Don't get discouraged. Jesse is such a
dear boy. Somehow I’m sure he’s going to
listen to us.”
Searcely had Jesse finished his super,
when he pushed back his chair, and went t
find his hat. Zoe called to him, “ You're not
going away are you, Jesse?”
“Why, yes, I've got an engagement. 7
“The very first evening I'm home,” Zoe
cried. “I wouldn't have believed it.” She
smiled as she said it, but there was a hint
of reproach in her voice.
Jesse seemed rather uncomfortable. Again
he mumbled something about an engagement
with Ed.
“Ed who, Jesse?”
“Ob, a new one. You haven't met him.”
“No, but 1 want to,” exclaimed Zoe, “ Ask
ver some evening. You know, Jesse,
your friends have always been my friends,
an yey ode expression crossed Jesse's tace.
“Oh, Ed's not much of a ladies’ man,”
“ ‘ Good fellow, though.”
les’) man!+ The idea You can ex-
plain that we've always been chums and that
we like the same people. And you can tell
him I'm nobody to be afraid of.”
Jesse took his hat and left the room. But
the queer expression Zoe had noted lingered,
and confirmed “her impression that however
much he might enjoy Ed Croll’s company,
he did not like the idea of Ed's making his
sister's acquaintance.
Zoe had always been a popular girl. and
her return home, after nearly two years of
absence, brought the young people to the
farmhouse from fat and near, “Be sure to
be at home to-night,” Zoe would say- to
Jesse. “The Randalls are all coming over”
“T don’t know as . can manage it,’ Jesse
would reply, with uneasy movement.
“ Fact is I've fot = engagement.
With Ed Crol
“ Ye-es—Ed ad some other fellows.”
“Ask Ed to come here, instead. You don’t
want tobe awa, the Randalls come.
You always thought so much of Arthur Ran-
dall.” .
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