_Elma Holmes._ And while you wear your badge here and there, be sure that you so live that your mother and all the dear ones at home can say, “Our Elma does what she professes.” _Edith G. Grant._ I shouldn’t wonder if your Queer Story was correct. Let me see a copy now. Allie will soon learn other good things besides “cutting kindling-wood,” perhaps to read PANSY or Bible stories when mamma is tired. How I should love to visit you in your summer home in “beautiful Tullahoma.” Instead, I went to beautiful Ashville, N. C., in September. IN MEMORIAM. ANOTHER Blossom transplanted into the garden of God. Herbie Baily of Madison, Wis., at the age of ten, July 6th, passed away. With his parents he was attending a Fourth of July celebration, when an accidental ball struck him. Nothing serious was feared till two days later, when, at 8 P. M., he rushed into the house, screaming: “My head! My head! I shall die!” At 11 he breathed his last. Now, can you wonder that this dear boy, “so tender and quick to sympathize with any one in trouble and pain,” to whom “nothing was so charming as the ‘Story of the Bible,’ who delighted in everything pertaining to the life of Christ”—do you wonder that the mother says: “It seems as if I cannot bear his loss?” Maybe now some loving heart will be prompted to write a word of sympathy to Herbie’s mother, Mrs. A. S. Baily. WHERE ARE YOU? Sylbil L. Anderson, Gilbert Anderson, Lizzie Carnes, Addie R. Crane, Estelle Duncan, Edith R. Foster, Mrs. Joshua Gowing, Josie ——, of Amesbury, Mass., Carrie I. Glauche, H. H. Hass, Jessie M. Hatch, John W. Holland, Marcella McDougall, Mabel A. Morse, Rose Price, Christine and Ollie Seely, Alice Stone, Rena B. Williams, and H. G. Shattuck, A. S. Willick, S. Willard Wood, Norma E. Wood, Mary W. Wells, Nellie M. Merritt. To nearly all these names letters, with badges enclosed, have gone and returned. Most failed to give post-office, State, county, Street, or number. Write me now and say just where I may send these letters. Be plain and particular. MIRZA ALI’S LETTER. MY SPIRITUAL TEACHER: _Dear, magnanimous Mr. Wright_: FIRST: I hope your existence is safe and you have no bodily ailment. Second: If you wish to inquire my health, I thank God, I and my mother and my sister are very well, and we are thanking to our Lord and Saviour in return for His gifts. My words will not be finished if I want to count the gifts of our God. It is only sufficient to write that He gave His beloved Son, Jesus Christ, and saved us from death. If you wish to acquire of circumstances of gentlemen and ladies, the missionaries, thank be God, all they are safe and busy to cause to reach the good news to the multitudes. Their families and ladies are safe. Our school and the teacher, Baroon Wahan, and the scholars are safe; every day is Baroon Wahan busy to teach them. They learn the means of holy books.