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The West 'AUSTRALIAN
PERTH, SATURDAY, AUGUST 30, 1913
Aunt Bessy's Corner My Dear Nieces and Nephews,-As
I am giving you a
nice story this week, I know you will not expect a Maylands Mie long 'deter from me. nieces and nephews have sent toe so
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priest saw that the child was ashamed to mention it so he forebore to give expression to his inward com-
many letters about their fancy dresses that my eyes see all the colours of the rainbow. Very many compositions and drawings have come in for the elephant competitions, and I would remind you all that I must hear from you at latest by 5 o'clock on Monday afternoon. Tell me what you think of this nice picture of the Shepherd Boy's Offering, and of the story of the lambs of St. Agnes. I feel sure that my nieces who are called Agnes will take a special interest in the story about that he pitiful saint, which will he continued next Week. I am getting some judges to decide as to the best essay and drawing. I hope those who don't succeed in winning a prize will not he disapp Mated. I intend to get up another coin petition soon.-Your loving AUNT
"There seems to be no bones brok'and he is not dead, en," he said Therese, so do not cry. We nut$ take him to a hospital at once," he added. "Dry your tears, so you can hold
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his head on your lap." Ile lifterd the unconscious boy as he "I will see Father Superior about spoke, and carried him to the autoit," he said aloud. "Conic to -mor- mobile. Half an hour later Alessanrow, Alessandro, and I will give you dro was in the examining ward of a hospital, and surgeons and whitehis answer." The boy touched his cap, and was caned nurses were doing all they soon speeding down the road. It was could for him. "Is there no means of identificaa long walk to the cottage on the outskirts of Rome, where he lived, tion?" said one of the surgeons. but the desire to tell Agnese that "Ah!" (with a sigh of relief), " you there was some hope lent wings to say you have found something, Sishis feet. The wind was blowing in ter !" "This card was in one of his pocthe direction in which he was running, and so absorbed was the boy ,ets," said the Sister.
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Padre Angiolo's mind moved rapidly, and in a few moments he had unfolded to his attentive listeners the whole story of Agnese Bianchini's lambs, and Alessandro's desire to save theta for the fiesta at St. Agnese. "It shall he done," said the Luntleman, cordially. "Anything to ease the child's mind, Father, and assure his recovery. It shall be your gift,
"two Lambs of St. Mites" (BY GEORGINA Plel.I. CURTIS.)
Therese."
"They are the best lambs in the floe, and will bring a high trice in the market," said Ugo Bianchini. Little Agnese heard and started. I ler lambs that she h id fed and tended for Padre Angioll, so they could he suit by the Lateran Canons to the church of St. Agnese, for the great feast of the saint,-her lambs, white as her own robe of innocence, to be sold in the open market, instead of being blessed and incensed by the
The young girl was smiling through her tears. "I will go and see little Agnese myself, mon ',ere. I am so glad the boy is not seriously hurt, and will soon he up and about again." Do all you want, petite," answered the gentleman. "It is a mercy the boy was not killed. It would ha'. e Broiled all our visit to Rome if h id been any worse than
it is."
good Bishop ! The mere thought broke down the reser :e and lae-ittial obedience of an Italian peasant child, and she s:irang forward with a little
(To be continued next week.)
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"Not my lambs, BOA° mio!" she said. "Alessandro will give his. My lambs are for the feostelay of St. Agnese." l'go Btinch;ni uttered an oath, before which the child shrank and cowed.
air. "Wh it is it, Agnese inia ?" he said. But the disappointment had heti too keen, and the child was sobbing. The boy wound his arms around her, and presently she dried her tears, and told her story to her sympathizing listener. Alessandro's dark eyes grew dame-. Ile knew how Agnese had tended her lambs from their birth, and the use she intended them for. The father also had known, and had offered no o'iiections until now. What, then,
did his sudden rough denial mean ? The boy thought, then nodded his head wisely. "I know, Agnese." he said. " The Padre has been losing money again in the lottery. I heard him say so to Tomaso. Ile wants more money now, and doesn't know how to vet it unless he sells your lambs. But there must he some way to prevent it," "I will go and Fee wild the boy.
The Shepherd Boy's Offering In a green pasture hounded by trees the quiet sheep were feeding, and the lambs frisking about under the watch of a little shepherd boy. Ile was poor, and his feet were hare, his c'pthes very ragged. But there he was happy as a king, smiling and eFinging to himself, and now and again picking some flomer that too his fancy. There came along a woman carrying her baby -boy in her arms. They had come out to enjoy the warm sunshine, and see the fresh green fields. The shepherd boy saw them canting, and-whatever was the reason-he Suddenly, an angel thought that this baby was not like other bees. voice seemed to whieper "That is little Jesus, and Mary, Ilis Mother." The shepherd boy said within himself "What can I do for them ?" And, after a moment's thought, he kn:lt down, just poor and ragged as he was, and, picking some daisies, ga e them to Jesus, Who stretched out His little Hands for them. Daisies are so common and plentiful that most people never think how beautiful they are. But when the sun shines on them, is the finest silver as beautiful ? The daisies of life are just the ordinary things that people neither notice nor value much. But there are Eyes that seek them and Hands that eather when they shine in the light of love. '
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lipIRTIE NORTH (Bunbury). Please will you have me tor your nephew ? I am nine years old, and I attend St. Joseph's School, where I am in the Second Standard. My brother Harold, who is a year younger than me, also goes to school We and is in the First Standard. are to have a Children's Fancy Dress Ball soon, in Litl of our Church Fund, and I hope it will he as big a sicceFs as the grown up's ball was. Nly sister Iris is going in for the Primary Examination next week. We all hope she will pass. I hope you will tell me all about yomr Ball later on, Bertie, and I welcome you as a nephew.-AUNT BESSY. DOROTHY BOX (Fremantle). I suppose you thought this Dutch bonnet was never coining, but I am sending it now under separate cover. I am not sending you the first bonnet I made, for I did not knit the
beginning of it very well. I drepped sonic stitches and left them drama, so there are a few holes in it. But this one is better made, and I hope you will like it, and that it suits you. You shall hear from the again before the end of the month, as I intend to draw the elephants 'and write the essay as soon as our music exam. is over next week. I am going for Senior Practical, and have to do three hours' practice every day, and have not much time to read up about And the physician took it and tur Jumbo. Two Japanese officers came ned it over. to visit our school to-day. They "Padre Angiolo," he said, reading smiled at us all, looked .at our work, the address. "We must send a mes- and admired our Japanese pictures, and one said he liked Australia next senger for hint at once, Sister." So it was that in an hour's time, to Japan, and on his return home he just as I lessandro recovered con- will send us some more pictures for sciousness, the Padre was in the sun- our school. Thank you very much for the very ny ward of the hospital, bending over handsome Dutch bonnet, Dorothy. I boy. could hardly believe my eyes when I Al-ssandro o ned his eyes. "The lamts, Aenese!" he said, saw it, and I felt so proud that I and then fainted from weakness and could hardly refrain from having a peep (n the mirror every five minpain. The nurse b- oked at Ike Padre, then utes on Friday. I must soon get my at the boy's little head, ml fine photo taken, and I rramise to s-ui :
rapidly advancing automobile. Thera was a turn in the road, swiftly traversed by a little figure in a ragged jacket and torn cap. The next moment he was thrown high in the air, and, falling clear off the machine, lay unconscio .s and aaparently lifeless in a vineyard near by. Padre Angiolo." killed we have "Oh mon pere, "And so," said Padre Angiolo, him!" said a sweet voice. "The poor "your father wants more money for little thing !" llo touch is it, my The tall gentleman was already the lambs kneeling down by the boy, feeling him hey ?" Alessandro tinned a price that was carefully to find where he was injurexorbitant. iVith r'ady tact, the ed. !
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"Your lambs, and no others," he said. "The price I will get in the market is far above what the Canons will give you. They are the finest and largest le nibs in our flock." lle turned and walked out of the little cottage as he spoke, his brow dark, his step firma and decided. As he passed beyond the door, a tall, dark -eyed Italian boy entered. A hasty glance at his father in passing showed him there was trouble in the
dark face that looked so pathetically *nail and pale on the white pillow. "He has been talking about his lambs, and that they must not be sold, for half an hour," she said. "I hope there is nothing on his mind or it wiLl bring on a fever." Padre Angiolo passed down the long corridor of the hospital, and at the door one of the nuns stopped him. "Reverend Mother wants to see you a moment in the parlour, Padre," she said. In the parlour the Mother came forward behind her a tall gentleman and a young girl, in whose blue eyes were still traces of tears. "This gentleman, Father," said the Mother, "is Monsieur de Chardin, the accid%%hose automobile caused ent to little Alessandro. l le wishes to take Mt expense of the child's illness, and anything else you can sug-