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' THE CHRISTIAN NATION. Vol. 6l
AROUND THE OLD ARM CHAIR "^iJZ'^X.Z;:'''''"''t:Ti:ZClS: ^Z!:
"I love it, I love it, ••.Mother—I wish," faltered Eliza- down to Bud Brown's, but if there
And who shall dare )jeth, "you wouldn't wear your is to be anything t.. eat, I want t^
To chide me for loving , - x ii , ,- ,. ••"
The Old Arm Chair."
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PRINCES AND WAR. ELIZABETH RKFUKMS HER '^^ ^;yi°S-^- i^l'''^'^^ so-&oi(.-- "0 Jack-' began Elizabeth.
By Edith M. Thomas. F AMITY '^'"'"' '^^^° ^^°^^' '^°^'' ^^^^ '^"^'^'s
Whose is the war, on the East, on the f- il . --S,, \vhat " mother. "I'll save you soiiiethinir
West Elizabeth had never noticed how "Coinmon." if we have anything to eat oi^
Whence, O ye nations, the bad ,-^^ .^^^^ provincial her people "Thafs funnv! 1 alwavs Ieel leal there-s father'" Mrs Dav's Ur.i
dream ye dream „ i j i " t > ' p , ^. j a> ^ lace"
How ye kindle the firein each patriot "•^''•
Ye are ruled by the Prince of lue ,,,. ,,,.-, t j. j.i xi -r in i, -j; - , ,
Power of th Air! "Mother, l-.lizabeth said, one ev- Just then the door bell rang, have a wife worrying about you."
O sovereign lords, that the gauntlet ening-, wlien shi' had reason to ex- Eager to get there before her broth- Elizabeth's iface turned scarlet,
throw down, liect voung Hodson, "won't you er, Elizabeth ran and opened the but Hodson laughed. "I certainly
Ye lands that have flung at each p]j.;,ce niake Jack go to bed early door herself. hope so," he said.
other your braves tonio-ht " "Getting awfully anxious, aren't "Xow, father, come out in the
Till War is the word—and from coun- - ^ -,.,,, -r , ^j- t i n -i v - t , , ,
tr and town "Why, l>ess, I don t tell Jack you.-' Jack called. dinmg room. I want to show you
Defile the long line of your militant wlien to go to bed any more. He's x4.s soon as Elizabeth and her visi- something.'' IVjrs. Day smiled at
slaves, too old for that." tor were seated in the parlor, Mrs. her own tact, and led her husband
They sing, as they die, your rallying "He's not too old to drink lemon- Day appeared. She greeted young away to be gently lectured on the
®'^^^^' ado and eat cake as if he'd never Hodson pleasantly, and then, glanc- subject of wearing a coat.
But their spirits look down, as they , , r. •• • ^ x i, ' . .x x ..T> i •• - n tt-i
heavenward fare— ^'^'^'" refreshments before, com- mg down at her apron, precipitate- Do you know, said Hodson to
They see, as ye see not, the banner plained Elizalietli. "Hi> acted like a ly fled from the room. She soon Elizabeth as soon as they were
that waves
wild Indian the other night. I don't returned, consciously smoothing her alone, "I think you are the most
In the darkness—the Prince of the j^.^^i^- ^^.],at y[,.^ Hodson thinks of apronless skirt. fortunate girl in the world"
Power of the Air! I^j^^^., Elizabeth's annovance increased "Wliv " Elizabeth was visibly as-
Well! When the harvest is reaped .,_ , , •,,.,. -u t i i. i i n - n- -i ,• x - i i
that e sowed
"-'-R'"*-'^^ ^e know a rnlhcknig when .lack bobbed m, calling lusti- tonished.
And the bread from its meal is all — -'Because your family is so genubitter
with tears, IVfV A T T f ^ T I ^ T ' f^TrpPI ine and kindhearted and wholesome.
When Hunger looks in on the child- ^^^ * Xy.\J\J\J*^ V^JT i" ii*V j fpp| jj[^g embracing your sweet
ren's abode,
little mother Avhen I see her wejir-
Av, when the child, whose birth- - xi x • , -, tx
right was fears Scores of Readers Have Accepted These Offers— '"g ^''^t cnsp white apron. It
With the soulless face of the chang- And Many Will Wish They Had W h e n it is Too Late ^'''•^''' ^ ^^^^' ^°^^l^e time I had a
ing appears, ^ * ,-u -4.- m •!«„ ,;ui,i^u ,.,^,.• George, and Ida IVI. Tarbell's stamping, a bas-relief of Lincoln and ^^",
With its rolling cloud ot remediless celebrated "Life of Lincoln," in two autograph on side covers It is a ""^'"^ afraid,'' murmured Elizagriefs,
, XI u J 1 ' beth, "that I'm the only one in the
And ye cry, as the smoke of your ^'^^hbound volumes.
Library Edition. The Frontispiece to f.^^^ji^. ^j^^^.^ ^^^ ^^^-^^ ^^,1»
guns is upcurled. To any NEW subscriber sending volume I Is a Portrait of Lincoln in "You're real enouo-h for me,"
Arraigning each other, "Behold, thou ,,- tHtpp nniiare tn r,a„ fnr the rhri