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By Thornton W. Butte”

IOHIR ll IN DEPAIR

When life seems more than you can

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-Old Mother Nature. out over the ocean a lone pigeon was flying. It was Homer he Reamer, as Farmer Brmvnls Boy called him. He had bccii starl- Id in a long-distance race. Short- ly alter the start. a light winrl be- came a heavy wind. It glen stiioiig-

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er and stronger. It blew and blew without letting up at all. stronit ilyer that he was, I-ioiner was blown of! his course. That race had been started near the. sea- coast. Now he was so in out to sea, that he could see only water, water everywhere.

There was no land in sisht. Ind gl-iomer was becoming very. very tired. He was not wholly alone. Graywing the Gull and a lot of his triends were flying out there. and seemingly they were enjoy- lirig the wind. They would swoop

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"What are you doing way out

hare?" he screamed.

down close to the water and then shoot up into the air without. a pniotion or their long narrow Ewings. They simply tilted them, and glided. The truth is, instead oi fighting against that wind, they were using the wind to keep them up in the air. They were doing things in the air that Homer couldn't do. He didnt have the right kind oi wings for such fly- ing. Those gulls were not tired at all. In a way they we” put. jing while they g.ided this way .and that. because ll. required no special effort to hold their wings youti Homer could keep up only iby beating the air with his wings. land that was becoming more and lmore tiresome.

Grsywing swept past close to .him. "What are you doing way out here?" he screamed. ”Don't you know this is no place for land birds?"

Homer made no reply. He saved his breath. Anyway. there was no reply he could make.

Graywing glided down beneath Homer and settled on the water. Even though the wind was making the water rough, Graywing didn't. mind the viaves at all. Indeed, he

seemed to enjoy riding them. "Come on down and rest," he taunted.

Poor Homer! He was in des-

pair. It seemed to him that ha couldn't possibly keep his wings moving much longer. Graywlng took to his wings again, and he and the other gulls flew away. Hom- er watched them dcspairingly. It was bad enough when they were ilying around him, and he could see how easily they did it while he was having such hard. tire- some work in just keeping up in the air. But it was worse being all alone. He wouldn't give up. He had that kind or courage that never gives up until actually forced to

Presently he was no longer a- lone. Below him, close to the water. so close that they seemed to be walking on it although they were not really doing this. were some much smaller birds. He had never before seen any like them. They seemed to be skipping from wave to wave, and certainly they were enjoying it. He wondered

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The Tinyl Folk

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Mounmy, what is Valei-itliia day?" Laurie asked. "Susan said yesterday that tomorrow would be Valentine day. Is it like Christ- mas? Is it I birthday?"

Mother was busy with her Sat.- urday baking, but she talked as she peeled apples ior pies.

"Well. Laurie, I'll tell you a. bit about Valentine day. You are only a little boy yet, and may not un- derstand it all. but this is why we have a Valentine day. It is a tiny bit like Christmas. for we send valentines to those we like: It is like a birthday too. for we are re- membering 'someo "a birthday.

A long. long time ago, in a country iar away from here. lived a very kind priest, whenever there was a child who was sick. Father Valentine. for that was his name. mm to visit the child. He would bring a few flowers. or some little gift, to make the sick child liapvpy. Perhaps he would tell a jolly story. Whenever a child was sick he would say. "I am sure Father Val- entine will come to see me today."

But bhe kind old man grow too old to go on long walks to see the sick children. Then he wrote libtie letters and some boy or izirl would carry these to the sick child.

Father Valentine has been gone a long. long time. but. we still re- munber his birthday by sending Valentines to those we like." '

Laurie thmirght for ii little while. "Could I send a Valentine to Susan? I like her. And to my Daddy? I love him. Baby Linda must have one too. May I send one to Cvrammie. But what shall I do? I have no Valentines."

His mother smilrd at his eager little face. with its shining eyes that now sparkled with the new idea. "I have smnc Valentines for you to send. when I finish my baking. we'll put them into on- velones. and you can be your own mailman and deliver them. Would you like to help me makes a. Sir? prise for Daddy?"

"Oh yes. yes!" Laurie clappcd

his hands. and daiicrrl up -ind down. "What is it? Is it a Va”.- entine?"

"Here it is." said his mother, as she took A big cake out of the cupboard. It had such lovely pink swirly frosting all over it. Laurie's eyes got bigger and bigger.

”Oh -- h - h" he sighed. "May we really and truly eat that cake?"

"Certainly." laughed his mother. "Here you out these red candies around on that line. It will make .1 red heart on the cake. I'll nu: some silver candles to make an arrow."

When iihi-,v were done, Laurie looked at the cake. "We made a good job of it. Mommy" he said. "Won't Daddy be aiirwrisnd. That will br a Velentine for the whole fzimilv."

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