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+DEW DROPS
+
+VOL. 37. No. 15. Weekly
+
+David C. Cook Publishing Co., Elgin, Illinois. George E. Cook, Editor
+
+April 12, 1914
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+TWO EASTER LOVE-GIFTS
+
+BY JULIA H. JOHNSON
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+"Why, Myra, what is the matter?"
+
+Mabel had found Myra crying in a little sheltered place where the
+little neighbors sometimes played together. Mabel lived in a big house
+and Myra in a little one, but they were neighbors, and loved each
+other just the same.
+
+"I don't mean to cry long," Myra said, "but I couldn't help having a
+small cry before I began to look pleasant. It's because mother could
+not make my white dress for Easter. She had to sew for other people
+till it was too late, and now I have to wear my blue dress when all
+the rest in our class wear white."
+
+"That is too bad." said Mabel, putting her arm around her small
+neighbor, "but we'll all love you just the same."
+
+"Yes," Myra said, drying her tears, "and mother said that if I would
+take it pleasantly, and be happy just the same, because it was right,
+that it would be like an Easter love-gift. I can't take many pennies,
+but I do mean to take the love-gift, and I'll begin now, so that's the
+last tear." Her smile came out like a bright little rainbow. Mabel
+kissed her, because she could not help it, and the two little girls
+went together to look for as many little spring things as they could
+find. This was the best possible thing to do.
+
+"Mother," said Mabel that night, in the little go-to-bed talk. "Myra
+has to wear a blue dress on Easter Day, when the rest of us will all
+wear white. I am so sorry for her."
+
+"Is Myra very sorry, too?" asked mother.
+
+"Of course she is, mother: I found her crying over it this afternoon.
+But she stopped pretty soon, and said she would not cry any more."
+Then Mabel told about the "love-gift."
+
+"I wish I could take some kind of a love-gift, too," said Mabel,
+seeing that her mother thought this a beautiful thing.
+
+"I am sure you could, if you would." said mother.
+
+"Please, tell me how."
+
+"No. it must be your own _love-thought_ first. You will have to-morrow
+to think it out. Good-night, now."
+
+Mabel thought and thought a long time, next day. At last she whispered
+something to mother that made her look very happy, and say "Yes,
+dear."
+
+On Easter morning Mabel waited for Myra, that they might go to
+Sunday-school together.
+
+"Oh, oh!" cried Myra, as she saw Mabel, "you have on your pink dress
+in-stead of your new white one. Now I don't mind my blue one."
+
+"We sit in the same row, you know," said Mabel, "and we'll be near
+together." She looked very happy. The two little girls with shining
+faces went together to God's house, and One above looked down and
+smiled upon them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE MYSTERY IN BILLY'S YARD.
+
+
+"Something's going on over to our place."
+
+Billy Wells walked into the school yard at noon with a face which
+showed that the "something" was very important indeed. The other boys
+gathered in a little crowd about him.
+
+"What is it, Billy?"
+
+[Illustration: "We sit in the same row," said Mabel.]
+
+"Tell us, Billy."
+
+"It's--somebody that's come there--"
+
+"What for?"
+
+"To stay, I guess. Acts that way."
+
+"Friends of the folks?"
+
+"No, we've never seen 'em before."
+
+"Do you mean some kind of a tramp?"
+
+"What's he doing?"
+
+"Seems to be building a house."
+
+"A house? Well, that sounds queer."
+
+"Whereabouts?"
+
+"In my father's back yard."
+
+"Billy, you're joking."
+
+"It's as true as I stand here."
+
+"Well, go on and tell more about it. Did he skulk 'round as if he was
+afraid?"
+
+"Not a bit of it."
+
+"Did he see you?"
+
+"Well," Billy hesitated a little. "I didn't go so very near him."
+
+"That's best for you," one of the boys shook his head wisely. "You
+never can tell what these tramp fellows may be up to."
+
+"How do you mean--building?"
+
+"Just what I say. He was picking up things in the yard to build with.
+Stuff to begin with."
+
+"Your father's stuff?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"What does your father think of it?"
+
+"I don't believe he's seen him. Father goes to work early."
+
+"Of course he'll drive him off."
+
+"Another one came and helped him," said Billy. "They were both working
+hard when I came to school."
+
+"Billy, you're fooling us."
+
+"You can come and see for yourselves," said Billy. "You can see if it
+isn't exactly as I've said."
+
+"Let's do it."
+
+It was agreed, and after school a number of small boys took with him
+the road leading to Billy's home. As they went in by the shady back
+yard, Billy held up his hand, saying:
+
+"S-h-h-h-h--don't scare 'em! Now--come this way--look up there!"
+
+Billy led the way into a corner and pointed up into an oak tree.
+
+"There--right above that branch--see? They've got their sticks for the
+foundation, and now they're finishing up. Quick--see that flash of
+blue just where the sun shines! Look! look! they're pulling at that
+bit of red yarn--I put it up there. My mother always hangs bits of
+string about for 'em. My mother likes blue-birds."--_Written for Dew
+Drops by Sydney Dare._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When anyone speaks to us in anger, we should remember that it takes
+two to make a quarrel, and determine not to become one of the two.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ENID'S FLOWERS
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BY MARY E. Q. BRUSH
+
+
+The first robin had come, so had the first bluebird and the first
+hand-organ man; caterpillars were beginning to crawl along the sunny
+side of the fence rails and everybody was housecleaning, so it was
+quite certain that spring was here.
+
+With it there came to the three little Ashley sisters three packets of
+seeds.
+
+A lady friend of their mother had sent them. Every one of them had
+printed on it, "A Surprise Collection."
+
+When the little, light-brown envelopes were opened, they were found to
+contain several varieties of seeds. Some were like little, round,
+brown pills--those were "sweet-peas," mamma said. Others were very
+small indeed, like grains of powder, and some were like tiny,
+grayish-green sticks--somebody said those were verbena seeds; and,
+well, dear me, there were all kinds and shapes and sizes and grays and
+browns.
+
+Three neat, round beds were spaded up on the lawn, and Amy, Enid and
+Ruth raked them over, smoothed and patted the rich soil, and then
+planted their seeds.
+
+Of course, you know what happened next. There had to be waiting,
+watching, weeding and watering. Most of the seeds sprouted and grew,
+and soon the dark brown earth was covered by green shoots and trailing
+sprays.
+
+By and by, buds began to appear and tiny bits of color to show, and
+then how happy the little girls were!
+
+All but Enid. She was pleased, but also a little disappointed.
+
+Now, it so happened, that Ruth's "Surprise Collection" turned out to
+be pansies, asters, phlox and ragged sailors--all posies of bright
+pink, purple and crimson in various shades. Amy's garden plot was gay
+with marigolds, four-o'clocks, larkspurs, and bachelor's-buttons--all
+orange and yellow, blue and purple.
+
+[Illustration: Enid was pleased.]
+
+But Enid's flowers were nearly all white, and it was truly a surprise,
+though not a very agreeable one. She had white verbenas, sweet
+alyssum, candytuft, daisies and gillyflowers.
+
+Consequently, her flower bed did not attract as much attention from
+the passers-by as did the gay ones of her sisters.
+
+"Anyhow, almost all my posies are sweet-smelling," the little girl
+said, trying her best to be contented. For, after all, to own flowers,
+every one of which was fragrant, was a comfort.
+
+Then, there came another comfort--a real "surprise" comfort. Late one
+evening, after the family had been away all day, attending the
+Sunday-school picnic, and drove home in the moonlight, what do you
+suppose they saw as they turned in at the gateway? Why, there on the
+lawn, was a great circle of white, gleaming like frosted silver.
+
+"Wonder if a sheet has blown off the clothesline," said grandma.
+
+"Oh, it isn't a sheet--it's my flower bed! It's my dear, darling white
+posies!"
+
+And, sure enough, the white flowers could be seen in the dark, when
+all the gay reds and yellows and blues and purples were dim and dull.
+
+Enid felt very happy.
+
+"I like 'surprise collections' you can see at night," she said.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TRUE LOVE.
+
+    "How much I love, you, mother dear,"
+        A little prattler said;
+    "I love you in the morning bright,
+        And when I go to bed.
+
+    "I love you when I'm near to you,
+        And when I'm far away;
+    I love you when I am at work,
+        And when I am at play."
+
+    And then she shyly, sweetly raised
+        Her loving eyes of blue--
+    "I love you when you love me best,
+        And when you scold me, too."
+
+    The mother kissed her darling child,
+        And stooped a tear to hide:
+    "My precious one, I love you most
+        When I am forced to chide.
+
+    "I could not let my darling child
+        In sin and folly go;
+    And this is why I sometimes chide--
+        Because I love you so."
+                                --_Sel_.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A RUNAWAY UMBRELLA.
+
+There was a big umbrella with a pretty twisted handle, that belonged
+to father, and he carried it down town on rainy days. There was a
+little brown-eyed girl, who was four years old her last birthday; that
+was Marjorie.
+
+There was a mischievous south wind that would be quiet for a long time
+and then come with a quick gust and blow, oh, ever so hard and play
+all sorts of pranks on people.
+
+Then, there was a lady who sat on a porch not very far from Marjorie's
+house. These four together made a story, and that's what I am going to
+tell you about.
+
+It was a beautiful sunny day and Marjorie was going out in the front
+yard to play. As she went through the hall there, by the hall tree,
+stood the big umbrella.
+
+"Wouldn't it be fun to take the umbrella and play rainy day?" she
+thought. So she reached and picked it up.
+
+Through the door, across the porch and down onto the sidewalk she ran.
+She worked a long while before she could get the umbrella to stay up.
+
+"Now, I am a big lady with a long dress and I am going over to the
+store," she said to herself as she gathered her little short skirt up
+with one hand, and held the umbrella up straight and fine with the
+other. Walking carefully, "because it is so muddy," she said, as down
+the street she started. Pretty soon a gust of the mischievous south
+wind came along and lifted the umbrella right out of Marjorie's little
+fat hand and took it out into the middle of the street and set it
+down.
+
+Forgetting the rainy day, the long skirt, and the mud, off the curbing
+she jumped, and ran for the umbrella. She had almost grasped it
+again, when along came another gust of wind, and down the street
+bumity-bump went the big, open umbrella. Marjorie started to run after
+it, but over and over it went so much faster than a little girl could
+run, that it was soon far out of her reach.
+
+[Illustration: She walked carefully because it was muddy.]
+
+Then she began to cry.
+
+"Catch it, oh, catch it!" she screamed, as she ran.
+
+The lady I told you about heard the cry, and looking up from her
+reading, saw the big umbrella go rolling past, followed by the
+frightened, crying little girl. Down the steps she ran and out into
+the street after the umbrella. "Bump," it went up against a telephone
+pole and the wind left it there. In a moment the lady had it in her
+hand.
+
+"I want it down, oh, please, I want it down." sobbed Marjorie all out
+of breath.
+
+"Now, it's all right. Don't cry any more," said the lady as she put it
+down and handed it to Marjorie, kissing her little tear-stained face.
+
+Marjorie clung to it with both hands and started for home. She wanted
+to put the umbrella back by the hall tree, and tell mother all about
+the runaway.--_Written for Dew Drops by Flora Louise Whitmore._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE ADOPTED BROOD.
+
+"Oh, look, Bobby!" said Betty, as she jumped out of the swing, and
+went running down toward the hayfield. "Here comes Joe, and he has
+something to show us. I know it's a surprise."
+
+Bobby looked, and then he and Betty went running to meet Joe, who was
+coming along the path by the orchard. He was carrying his straw hat
+carefully in one hand, and beckoning with his other hand for the
+children to hurry and see the surprise.
+
+"What have you got?" shouted both the children, excitedly, as they
+came near.
+
+"Eggs." said Joe.
+
+"Oh, eggs," said Bobby and Betty. "Eggs--why eggs are nothing to see.
+We find them every day."
+
+"Yes," said Joe, "but these are not hen's eggs--they are pheasant's
+eggs!"
+
+Bobby and Betty looked, and sure enough, in Joe's hat were seven
+eggs--olive-brown in color.
+
+"We were mowing in the meadow," said Joe, "and we almost ran over a
+mother pheasant on her nest. She flew up right under the horse's feet,
+and old Nell almost stepped into the nest. I took all the eggs,
+because a pheasant will not come back to the nest after she has been
+frightened away. She finds another place and makes a new nest. She
+won't go back to the old one."
+
+"Well," said Bobby, "what are you going to do with the eggs?"
+
+"Oh," said Joe, "I'm going to put them under that little brown bantam
+hen that wants to set, and let her hatch them."
+
+So Bobby and Betty went with Joe, and watched him while he made a
+comfortable nest in an old box in the shop loft. Then he put the seven
+eggs in the nest carefully, and got the little bantam hen and put her
+in, too. She clucked and scolded, and when Joe put her in the box she
+stood up and moved the eggs round with her feet, to arrange them as
+she wished before she would settle down; but when Bobby and Betty
+peeped in, a little later, she was all comfortable for her long wait
+of three weeks. Joe put grain and water near by, and Bobby and Betty
+peeped in almost every day.
+
+One day when the children went near the nest, they heard little
+peeping sounds, and ran to tell Joe. He came and lifted up the little
+bantam hen, although she scolded and pecked at him; and in the nest
+Bobby and Betty saw six little pheasant chicks and one egg that did
+not hatch. The pheasant chicks were little brown downy things, and Joe
+took hen, chicks, nest and all, and made a little coop for them under
+the orchard trees. The little chicks were very lively and very
+shy--not like hen chicks; they loved to run away and hide in the
+grass, and the children could hardly find them at all when they looked
+for them. Mother Bantam would cluck and run back and forth in the coop
+and call to them, she was so afraid something would happen. At last,
+one day, Joe decided to let the little bantam run with her brood, and
+show them how to scratch and find worms. So he took away the slats
+from the foot of the coop, and Mrs. Bantam stepped out.
+
+The children saw the hen and chicks in the orchard grass. The little
+pheasants ran through the orchard and the little bantam hen followed
+them. What became of them nobody knew, and they have never been seen
+since. Joe thinks they are still out in the woods, and that the little
+pheasants are teaching their mother how to get her own food
+there.--_Selected_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    "Not mighty deeds make up the sum
+      Of happiness below:
+    But little acts of kindliness,
+      Which any child may show."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustration]
+
+WHERE THE JASMINE BELLS WERE RINGING
+
+BY ALICE MILLER WEEKS
+
+
+The pine woodland was dark and sweet and cool, and grandmother and
+little Emily were walking through it, hand in hand, enjoying its peace
+and fragrance. The trees grew so closely on either side of the narrow
+path that hardly a glimpse of blue sky could be seen overhead, and not
+a shaft of golden sunlight was bold enough to shine down through the
+glossy pine needles, as both were thinking.
+
+"Why, yes there is!" little Emily called suddenly, as if answering her
+own thoughts aloud. "There's a sunbeam over there--right where the
+trees are thickest!"
+
+Grandmother and she hurried to the spot; it seemed a little strange
+that the sunlight should have filtered down through such dense shade.
+And when they reached it, it was not sunshine at all. It was a
+delicate spray of clustered yellow bells, swaying from a slender
+thread of vine, and filling the spring air with delicious perfume.
+
+"Oh, it's jasmine!" grandmother and little Emily exclaimed, at the
+same moment. And a mocking-bird, flying by, stopped a moment to trill
+a sweet strain, as if he, too, was glad to welcome back this lovely
+blossom of early spring.
+
+Little Emily gathered the spray of golden bells very carefully, to
+carry it home to mother, who was not well enough to walk in the
+woodland and see it where it grew; and all that day and the next, the
+sweetness of the delicate flowers filled the room and seemed to speak
+of love and hope and cheer.
+
+"They bring the sunshine and springtime right here to me," the little
+girl's mother said, looking lovingly at Emily. "They are like a small
+lassie I know, who helps to brighten all the dark places in my life."
+
+Emily looked questioningly at her mother. "What does that mean,
+mamma?" she asked. And grandmother, who was standing by, said, with a
+smile:
+
+"You thought the jasmine bells, shining in the dark wood, were a gleam
+of sunshine, dear, brightening up the gloom. There are sometimes dark
+places in our lives, you know; mother is having one just now, while
+she is not well enough to go out herself into the sunshine. And her
+little daughter, by being sweet and cheery, is just such a gleam of
+sunshine to her as the jasmine bells were to the dark pine woods."
+
+Little Emily leaned over her mother for a kiss, then turned to touch
+caressingly the golden bells of the jasmine.
+
+"Dear little sunshine flowers," she said, lovingly. "I'll try to
+remember you every day, and be a sunshine maker, too."
+
+[Illustration: "You thought the jasmine bells were sunshine."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The more one controls his temper, the less will it control him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Knowledge Box
+
+Berry.
+
+
+Berry is not something to eat, as you might think, but a big dog that
+has a very important place. He is the night watchdog of the Electra
+Company's factory in Cleveland, Ohio. Before Berry was given the job
+they had a watchman, but he had to be discharged because he was
+unfaithful, which Berry never is. He is well fitted for the place, as
+he is a big, powerful animal, part Newfoundland and part St. Bernard,
+and weighs 170 pounds. Not only does he do his duty well, but Berry
+works cheap, for he is counted an employee of the company, and is on
+the pay roll at seventy cents a week, which is the cost of the food he
+eats.
+
+Berry is not only faithful, but one night he even proved himself a
+hero, in a battle with two desperate safe robbers, who had gained
+entrance to the office by sawing the lock, thinking, no doubt, that
+they could easily overcome the watchdog. But when the door was burst
+open, Berry instantly sprang at the burglars, and a terrible fight he
+had, for the men who had come armed with pieces of lead pipe, struck
+him most cruel blows.
+
+But they struck in vain, for with howls of mingled pain and
+determination to guard his trust, Berry fought the robbers till they
+were glad to escape into the darkness. It had been a desperate
+struggle, and though Berry was terribly hurt, he had proved that he
+was both fearless and faithful. In the morning he was found lying
+beside the safe whose valuable contents he had kept from being
+touched, but with only enough of life left to give a feeble wag of
+welcome to his master, as though he would say, "You trusted me. and I
+have kept the trust."
+
+So badly was Berry injured that he was taken to a dog hospital where
+for two weeks it was uncertain whether he would live or die. But at
+last he grew well so he was able to go back to work again, more loved
+and trusted than ever.
+
+Though only a dog, was not Berry a hero?--_Written for Dew Drops by
+Adele E. Thompson._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+EASTER DAY.
+
+
+    Awake, pretty flowers
+      Asleep in the snows,
+    For this is the morning
+      When Jesus arose.
+    Each lily he loved
+      In the meadows of old,
+    Will welcome the Master
+      With blossoms of gold.
+
+    Ye violets, sweet with
+      The breath of the South;
+    Anemone blushing,
+      With rosy-lipped mouth;
+    Arbutus, half-hiding
+      Your delicate grace--
+    The Savior has risen,
+      Behold ye his face!
+
+    The types of his death
+      And rising are ye.
+    Fair gems of the meadow,
+      Bright buds of the lea.
+    "Messiah is living!"
+      The cherubim say;
+    Shine forth in your beauty
+      To greet him to-day!
+                                --_Sel_.
+
+OUR LESSON.--For April 12.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Title.--The Journey to Emmaus (Easter Lesson).--Luke 24: 13-35.
+
+Golden Text.--It is Christ ... that was raised from the dead.--Rom.
+8:34.
+
+_Golden Text for Beginners_.--Be ye _kind one to another_.--Eph. 4:32.
+
+Truth.--Jesus is alive for evermore.
+
+1. The day that Jesus arose from the dead two of his friends walked to
+a village called Emmaus, near Jerusalem.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+2. Jesus passing by noticed that as they walked they talked together
+and seemed very sad.
+
+3. He went up to them and walked with them and asked them why they
+were so sorrowful.
+
+4. They did not believe that Jesus had risen from the dead, and when
+they saw him they did not know him.
+
+5. They told him about the sad things that had happened--how Jesus had
+been put to death and placed in the grave.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+6. They said that some women who had visited the tomb of Jesus had
+told them that Jesus was risen.
+
+7. Jesus then told the two men that if they were not so slow to
+believe the Word of God and the promise Jesus had given them they
+would know that it must be true.
+
+8. When they came to their home the men urged Jesus to stop with them
+for it was now evening.
+
+9. While they were eating supper Jesus took bread and blessed it and
+gave it to them.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+10. As they saw Jesus blessing the bread they knew him, but he at once
+vanished out of their sight.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+11. They said one to another, "Did not our hearts burn within us while
+we talked by the way?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+12. They at once went back to Jerusalem to tell the other disciples
+the good news that Jesus had truly risen from the dead and they had
+seen him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUESTIONS.
+
+What is the Golden Text? What is the Truth?
+
+1. On what day did two of Jesus' friends walk to a village called
+Emmaus?
+
+2. As Jesus passed by, what did he notice?
+
+3. What did he do?
+
+4. What did they not believe?
+
+5. About what did they tell him?
+
+6. What had some women told them, who had visited Jesus' tomb?
+
+7. What did Jesus tell the two men?
+
+8. When they came to their home what did they urge Jesus to do?
+
+9. While they were eating supper what did Jesus do?
+
+10. When they knew him what became of Jesus?
+
+11. What did they say one to another?
+
+12. What did they at once go back to Jerusalem to tell the other
+disciples?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LESSON HYMN.
+
+_Tune_--"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).
+
+Close beside us every day
+Christ is walking all the way;
+And his voice is very near;
+If we listen we may hear.
+
+Title of Lesson for April 19.
+
+The Cost of Discipleship.--Luke 14:25-35.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Golden Text for April 19.
+
+Whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find it.--Matt. 16:25.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beginners Golden Text for April 19.
+
+_Be ye kind one to another_.--Eph. 4:32.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Advice to Boys and Girls
+
+The Extra Step Society.
+
+
+The "Extra Step Society" was formed in the Martin household when the
+mother was forced to be on the lounge for some time with a sprained
+ankle. It was Tom who cheerfully took an extra step on his way to
+school each day to call at his grandmother's and report the progress
+of the invalid. It was Bessie who left her play and stepped softly
+into the parlor every morning to lower the blind so that the sun's
+rays might not beam too warmly on her mother's face. And it was wee
+Alice who took many an extra step during the day, sometimes to carry a
+glass of fresh water to her mother, and sometimes to bring a magazine
+or paper.
+
+"We're trying to pay you back a little, mamma," Bessie said lovingly
+one night when all the children were gathered around their mother. "We
+don't mind a bit taking extra steps if only we can make you
+comfortable, so you must not think we get tired of doing things for
+you."
+
+"Bless my faithful, unselfish little nurses!" Mrs. Martin rejoined
+earnestly. "Love lightens your labors."--_Sel._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Thoughts for Mothers
+
+The Care of the Home.
+
+
+The busy mother will find the care of the home too much for one pair
+of hands unless she enlists the children as helpers. Let her begin to
+practice systematics at once. Assign some corner or box of play-things
+to one child to be cared for. A small boy might have the work of
+putting away yesterday's newspapers regularly, as his part in keeping
+the house tidy. The small daughter could pick up and dust in one
+special room, taking care that a second dusting by a more careful hand
+is not necessary.
+
+The motive for doing these little tasks well should be made prominent,
+showing that the child is big enough to "help" mother. Praise should
+be bestowed, not as if it were anything astonishing and out of the way
+for the child to do the work well, but as a token of appreciation of
+the motive and manner in doing it. Encourage as much as possible, but
+do not develop vanity by praising to excess.
+
+Let their love be the mainspring of their every act of
+service.--_Written for Dew Drops by Julia H. Johnston_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail
+Matter.]
+
+Price of Dew Drops.--In lots of five or more, to one address, 20
+cents per copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,
+
+David C. Cook Publishing Co., Elgin, Ill.
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14111 ***