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good things with no pretense of pleasure.

When the meeting proper was called
to order by the hostess, the Chairman
being absent, the ominous bag, with the
big flowers, and bigger book, was plunged
unceremoniously into the lap of [?]
subscribed. She obeyed her rational
impulse and - well, it is best to record
only that finally she meekly accepted the
implied trust, and inably attempted
its fulfillment. Two sets of minutes, both
full of words of value, garnered from
former occasions were, finally garbled
through. A call, for the days sentiment
was responded to by our hostess giving
"These Silent Threads of Gold" -

"Little self denials, little honesties,
little random acts of kindness, little
passing sounds of sympathy, little silent
victories over favorite temptations these
are the silent threads of gold which
when woven together, gleam out brightly
in the pattern of life that God approves."

Our Junior Member, Elizabeth G. Thomas,
read two scraps of poetry from Alice
Cary's gifted pen. These, an inspired interpretation
of the old saying - "All work
and no play makes Jack a dull boy - " I quote
"Condemn not her whose hours are not
all given to spinning nor to care;
Has not God planted all paths with flowers
whose end is to be fair?"

Another thought from the poet Whittier
thoroughly familiar is worth repeating:

"No longer forward or behind,
I look in hope or fear,
But grateful take the good I find
The best of now and here."

M. E. Moore, an Editorial from Friends
Intelligencer, "True and False Economy".
the popular idea that one who makes