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ant word, or, in short, always have on our company manners; take 

 them with us at all times; they are some of the small things and not 

 heavy to carry. 



The temper is a small thing, but hard to control. We should try 

 to control it by first controlling our voices; that is another of the 

 small things; never allow ourselves to speak loud or harsh to any- 

 one when we are excited or vexed. Remember that a soft answer 

 turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger, and by that 

 means we will be able to keep our hired help with us; that seems 

 like a small thing but is one of the vexed questions of the day — 

 how to keep the needed help on the farm. Pay them what you 

 agree to promptly and cheerfully, and get them to be interested in 

 the w'ork by consulting with them about what should be done. 

 Have them feel that they have some of the responsibilities and that 

 they are somebody and that their judgment is of some account, and 

 if they are level-headed they will do the best they can. While it 

 is our duty to be kind to each other it is also a matter of business as 

 well as duty to treat all our animals kindly, care for them in the 

 very best manner; it is a small thing at the time, but will eventu- 

 ally be money in our pockets. Make the farm and home as beauti- 

 ful as you can. It is a very small thing at the time to plant a few 

 shade, fruit and ornamental trees. Remember, the farm is not a 

 place to be lived on to-day, and move away from to-morrow, but a 

 home to be made beautiful by all the small things that can be added 

 to please the eye; a place where children are to be born and reared, 

 and where parents are to die ; where new generations are to go into 

 the fields and reap, as the aged pass away. I fear that too many 

 farms are mere ranches where wealth is piled up for some other 

 generation without a smile or enjoyment by the occupants. 



HOW ONE GIRL HELPED. 



By MRS. ELIZ. PARlllf, Hatbnro, Pa. 



Gabriel South was not a successful farmer, if success means money 

 enough to provide a comfortable living and pay your honest debts. 

 Each year found him less able to meet the interest on that dreadful 

 mortgage, for dreadful it had become to him, and like a voracious 

 monster whose appetite must be appeased with the money which 

 represented so many of the good things he might otherwise have had. 



