May, 1934
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T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S
Junior K ING’S BUSINESS B y M a r t h a S. H o o k e r
A BORROWED MOTHER B y F lora S wetnam
T ommy D avis sat in his Sunday-school class and listened while his teacher told them that next Sunday was Mothers’ Day and that no boy was to come without his mother. “But what if she can't come?” one boy asked. “Then you must do a little extra work on Saturday, so she won’t have so much to do. How many of you think that is a good plan?”
“Because,” said Tommy truthfully, “I never saw you go. I thought maybe you would this once.” “Tommy, you make me ashamed,” she told him. “Well, you come around here Saturday morning and I’ll see if I can’t find something for you to do.” “And can I take you to Sunday-school ?” “Bless your heart, yes.” “Thank you,” said Tommy. “I’ll be here early.” “If your aunt doesn’t need you,” she said. “Oh, Harold’s going to help her,” Tom my answered. “She’s his mother, you know.” Tommy ran home very proud and happy. All the week he thought of things to do on Saturday. When Saturday came, he ran to Mrs. Archer’s house. She seemed glad to see him. He blacked the stove, swept the porch and walk, and went with Mrs. Archer to the grocer’s to help carry the provisions. When they came back, she baked a cake and let him scrape the bowl. “Did your own mother let you scrape it sometimes?” she asked. “Aunt Elizabeth does,” replied Tommy. “I have half, and Harold has half. I can’t remember Mother much.” “I think you were five when she died,” said Mrs. Archer. “And now I’m eight. It’s a long time.” When the work was finished, she gave Tommy a quarter. “But I didn’t want to be paid,” he began. “This isn’t pay,” she told him. “Take it to Sunday-school. Mothers do give their boys something to put in, don’t they?” “Oh, yes’m. Thank you. I’ll be here early.” The next morning Tommy walked proudly into Sunday-school with his bor rowed mother and sat beside her till time to go to class. A lady , near him noticed that he wore two flowers, and asked why. “The white one is for my dead mother Who but God? Who but God could make a flower, Crimson-hued or yellow gold; Whose soft petals, kissed by dewdrops To the summer sun Unfold? Who but God could make the sunshine, Flooding earth with warmth and light, Who but God could make the moonbeams Or the stars that shine at night? Who but God could send the children Down from heaven, the earth to bless, Just like living sunbeams are they, Glowing in their happiness. Hear the children as they hail Him In the songs they gladly sing, Let us now adore and worship All creation’s mighty King. —V aleria R. L ehman .
and the red one is for my borrowed mother,” explained Tommy. “I’m going to let Tommy borrow me every Sunday after this,” promised Mrs. Archer. “Oh, my,” said Tommy, “won’t it be great !”—Brethren Evangelist. Bible Plants Fill the following blanks with the names of flowers or plants mentioned in the Bible: 1. “And, behold, the rod of Aaron . . . was budded, and brought forth.......... , and bloomed............, and yielded almonds” (Num. 17:8). 2. “And the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the.......... ” (Isa. 35:1). 3. “And why take ye thought for rai ment? Consider the............of the field" (Matt. 6:28). 4. “The....... ...appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come” (Song of Solomon 2:12). 5. “Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the..........” (Song of Solomon 2:15). 6. “Instead of the thorn shall come up the.......... tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the.......... tree” (Isa. 55:13). 7. “Thy plants are an orchard of..........” (Song of Solomon 4 :13). Scripture A lphabet (C on tinued) “Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else” (Isa. 45:22). “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me” (John 10:27). “Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us . . .” (Tit. 3:5). “Open thou mine eyes, that I may be hold wondrous things out of thy law” (Psa. 119:18).
M rs . A rcher made a C ake Every hand went up in a hurry. “All right,” smiled the teacher, “I’m going to see if you remember that.” On the way home, the boys all talked and made plans about how they would get their mothers to come—all but Tommy. Tommy had no mother. It seemed to him a long, long time since she had died. He lived with his aunt, but she was Harold’s mother. Harold would take her to Sun day-school. As Tommy wandered along, he won dered what he would do. Then he thought of such a good plan that he almost laughed out loud. He could hardly wait for to morrow to try it. The next morning he surprised their neighbor, Mrs. Archer, by walking in and getting right down to business. “Say,” he began, “have you some work I could help you do next Sunday morn ing?” “You wouldn’t work on Sunday, would you?” she asked. “I—I—mean Saturday,” said Tommy. “Do you want to earn some money?” “No’m,” replied Tommy. “I don’t need any money. I—mean—I don’t need much money.” “What is it then?” “I need a mother to take to Sunday- school, because next Sunday’s Mothers’ Day. My teacher told me to be sure and bring one.” “And—you haven’t any mother.” “No’m. That’s why I want to help you do your work so you can go. That’s what she said to do—my teacher, you know.” “Well, Tommy, why do you want me?”
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