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? ■ - THE LUTHEBAN VISITOR arttiUUjen and ^outh. THI SHALL SENTINEL “Nurse, what do you think mamma told me?" asked a little bit of a boy. “I haven’t the littlest idea,” answered nurse, as she looked up from the stocking she was mending. “Well, she said I might stay up all night. You know, nurse, I’ve always wanted to.” “That is very good of mam ma,” answered the nurse. “And where are you going to spend the night?” “Well, men who camp out, you know, have a Are. I am going to pretend I’m camping out, and I’m going to spend the night by the parlor tire.” “That’s a good idea.” “No, I think I’ll be sentinel, and walk up and down before the Are with a gun over my shoulder.” “But a sentinel must not go to sleep. He must be on the watch all the time, and say—” "I know! ‘ Who goes there “And you are going to watch ' all night?” “I think I shall,” answered Harry proudly. It had long been Harry's wish to ait up all night, and he could not help thinking his mamma very unkind never to let him. He teased so much that Anally mamma said: “Well Harry, you may." At about eight o’clock Harry, .who was usually in bed and asleep at that time, took his stand by the Are. His toy gun was over his shoulder and on his head he* wore his soldier cap. Up and down be walked be fore the Are, and at first it was great fun. Whenever he heard a sound he would call: “Who goes there?" and it would be papa coming to look for a book, or mamma. Once, when he called a very loud, “Who goes there?” what do you think happened? The little white kitten ran into the room! Up and down, up and down, we-U Harry. Heavier and heavier grew the gun. Harder and harder was it to keep the straight line in the carpet, Harry looked at the easy-chair and the sofa, but proudly he shook his head. “I’ve always wanted to sit up all night, and I’m going to show mamma how much I want to!” Time went on. Mamma and papa said good night, and white kitty curled herself up on the rug and went sound asleep. Harry’s eyes began to blink, but he held them as wide open as he could. Soon he had a lonely feel • ing. “A soldier should be brave,” he whispered to himself. “But why shouldn’t I sit down ?’’ “Because you’d go to sleep,” a small vpice within answered. Soup and down Harry trudged. Soon something rolled down the sentinel’s cheek. Harry dashed it away, but then another some thing rolled down the other cheek., “I'm a baby!” the little boy sobbed; but still he kept march ing. Everything in the room seemed to swing,and swing, and swing! His feet were too tired. He tripped and fell upon the soft rug. How soft it was! He could not get up. He heard some one. “Who goes there?” he asked, feebly. “The Sand Man,” a gentle voice anawered, that sounded something like papa's and mam ma's combined.—Examiner. PRINCESS LOPIT SBD AID THE WORMS * Once upon a time”- and in this story that means about 4,550 years ago—there lived a little princes in China by the name of Louit-Seu. She lived with her father and mother in a wonder ful palace set in a shady, flow ery park. Her father, who was emperor of China, was called HoangTi. One morning in spring, it is said, the Emperor started out for a little walk with his daugh ter. They were accompanied by many mandarins and officers of the royal household. They made a little procession when they had left the garden gate and entered a long avenue of mulberry tress, but they were all obliged to come to a stand still when little Louit-Seu paused before a small shrub that grew near the path. What she saw was hundreds of black worms, busily eating the green leaves and crawling up and down the twigs. She wan so interested in the sight that the emperor ordered the branch transplanted into a huge, pot iu his daughter’s room, that she might watch them at her leisure. Little Princess Louit-Seu had not many playmates, and a few games, and she was delighted with her new pastime of watch ing the worms feed and of pro viding them with plenty of fresh mulberry leaves. The color of the worms gradually changed from black to milk white. One day she discovered that the caterpillars had grown stout and thick, and were sitting on the twigs apparently wrapped in a fabric of shining, yellowish threads. They were moving their heads to and fro, and a Ane thread seemed to be coming from their mouths. This thread they kept on winding rapidly about tbemeslvea. Little Louit-Seu was so sur prised and excited that she did something which was forbidden —she ran into her father’s privy- conocil chamber, and, interrupt ing him iu his talk, begged him to come and see what the won derful caterpillars were doing. Now, as it happened, |he sub ject that the emperor was dis cussing was the extermination of the mulberry trees, and the officers were urging him to get rid of all the loathsome cater pillars in this way. They were very indignant when he left the . room to go with the little prin cess to watch these very worms. Before very long the worms bad so wound themselves in the silken threads that they were completely hidden from view. Then they could do nothing but wait, wondering what would happen next. In a few weeks from the small end of the little silk house there came, flrst, tiny white feet, when a little creature slowly crept forth, aod when it had opened its wings Louit-Seu saw that it was a daiuty white butterfly. The little butterflies hovered about, and laid their eggs upon the mulberry trees, which in time hatched out the black worms' again. Now comes the strangest part of the story. The emperor, Hoang-Ti, had been puzzling about the strange little worms, and one day he invented a little machine which made it possible to unwind the silk from the co coons, or the “little silk houses,” as they called them. When this was done, he took the fiber to the empress, and she wove in her loom a beautiful piece of shining yellow silk. This was the beginning of silk-weaving February 13, is in China, and before Hoang-Xi and Louit-Seu died it a great industry in the country! The people were so grateful for the discovery that thsy^ wished to erect a monument to the emperor, for in that country there were many monuments and temples; but one very wia*^ philosopher said it would he im. possible to build a monument which would not perish in time, and so he told the people to teach all the children to look up at night and seek out the brightest stars in the heavens and name them for the emperor. And so when night falls, the children run out of their houses' and look about the eky until they find the four brightest stars iu theconstellatioifof Scorpion, and then they cry out, “Tsan- Fang—the little silk-house? And then they remember the great emperor, who learned to discern God's laws in the lowest things, and to make that knowl-' edge a benefit to his kingdom and people.—The Household. A SPOONFUL OF 6UR8H1II. Katie was eating her breakfast one day. She had. a spoonful of oatmeal, and was just about to raise it to her mouth when the sun shone across it making it look yellow aod warm. “O, mam* ma!” said Katie, “think what I have just swallowed!” “What was it, dear?” said her mother. “A whole spoonful of sun- shiner “WHO’D A SIR ’ML” A lady living in Ohio is the mother of six boys. One day a friend calling on her said: “What a pity that one of your boys had not been a girl.” One of the boys about eight years of age overheard this remark, and promptly interposed: “I’d like to know who’d a bin ’er? I would’nt a bin’er, Ed wouldn’t a bin ’er, Joe wouldn’t a bin ’er, and I’d like to know who’d a bin ’er?” God’s mercy is independent of our moods. If you have Sore Throat Painkiller will cure it- If you have a cough or cold, Painkiller will end it. If you have cramps or diarrhoea. Pain killer will relieve it. If you cut, burn or bruise yourself, Painkiller will stop the pain. In short, a bottle of Pain killer on your shelf will save you pain, time and money. Avoid substitutes, there is but one Painkiller, Perry Davis’. Price 26c. and60o.