peech, charm of look, charm of manner belong to the popular
girl. Do you know how she acquires charm? By simply being genuinely
interested in those about her. When she talks to you she looks you in
the face. She has nothing to conceal. When you look at her, you see a
good heart shining in her eyes.

Now that I have said all this, I must add that you would far better be
unpopular your whole life through, than to make a study of the thing
merely for the sake of ambition or vanity. He that saveth his life shall
lose it, says the best of Books, which means that one who does anything
for purely selfish--which are always purely low--motives, will in the
end be sadly disappointed.

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MONEY FOR TOADS.

It is said that boys living in and about San Diego, California, are
making money catching horned toads for the Hawaiian government, which is
said to be importing them to destroy an insect which is ruining many
crops in the island. The government want 5000 toads, and is paying the
boys $1 a dozen for them.

HOW TOD GOT INTO THE HALLOWEEN GAMES.

Tod Forrest was one of those kind of boys that, when asked to exhibit
the contents of his pockets, could produce the oddest lot of trash.

He stood one afternoon lazily hanging on to a split rail fence, gazing
idly over the fields at a distant wood. "Well," he muttered, "I reckon
I've got to gather some of those 'ere nuts, after all. Let me see.
'Holly eve' comes to-morrow, and the boys won't let me in on the games
unless I do, so here goes."

Heaving a sigh, he climbed over the fence and made for the woods. He
penetrated deeper among the trees than usual, and after going some
distance he found himself on higher ground and in a new spot. A large
chestnut-tree thick with burs stood near the centre of a small knoll. It
was the work of a few minutes, and he was safely perched in a fork of
the branches, breaking open the burs with his knife and filling his
pockets with the nuts. He had filled two of those capacious maws, when
he was startled by a deep growl. There beneath him, nosing around among
the empty burs, was a good-sized bear. It frightened him so that he
nearly lost his seat.

Tod could always find the humorous side of things, however, and it
seemed that one of the burs he had thrown down had lighted on the bear's
nose and stuck there, tickling him.

It made the bear snort and growl in the most ludicrous fashion. This was
a short-l