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 The fa-ther of this home bred boy was a help to him. He taught him much from near-by life. A tale is told that one day the fa-ther made a small bed in the ground, with rich earth, and then wrote on it, with his cane, George's full name in large size. The next thing he did was to strew in some seeds and smooth it all with care. When some days had gone by, the small boy came in haste and said, "O, Pa, come here! Come here!"

"Well, my son, what is it?"

"O, it is a great sight! My own name grows green in the ground! How could it come there?"

TELLING THE TRUTH. (P. 8.)

They both went to look at the strange sight. At first the fa-ther thought to make his son think it came there by its self. Young as the boy was he knew this could not be so. A great truth was taught from this.

It told that Chance could not be the cause of the great things in life. Chance could not make the moth-er sing; Chance could not give sleep from which the boy would jump up strong as any young deer; Chance would not make the sweet light which would be there to greet him. Fish in