AUTUMN LEAVES

ELBERT A. SMITH, Editor

Published Monthly for the Youth of the Reorganized

Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints by

the Herald Publishing House, Lamoni, Iowa.

Price One Dollar Per Year in Advance.

Entered as Second-Class Matter at Post-Office at Lamoni, Iowa

Frontispiece.-I Will Return to My Childhood (song).

I Will Return to My Childhood (poem)

Margaret's Temptation

Letters from the Past.-No. 4

Cease to Complain

Autobiography of Elder J. C. Clapp.-Part VII

The Minister Who Was Different

Editor's Corner

Daughters of Zion

The Religio's Arena

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VOLUME 21

MAY, 1908

NUMBER 5

I WILL RETURN TO MY CHILDHOOD.

BY DAVID H. SMITH.

Of this devious path I am weary, my spirit with pining is worn,
All life seems so empty and dreary, of zest it is utterly shorn.
My pulses once bounded so happy, I never had sorrow to mourn,-
Ah, beautiful days of my childhood! Would God they could only return!
While thus in my sadness repining, I sought my low pillow to rest,
And there in the stillness reclining, a voice spoke peace to my breast.
"Those hours are numbered for ever, yet there is a truth thou canst learn,
Although they may come to thee never, unto them thou mayest return.”

MARGARET'S TEMPTATION.

BY GRACE RUSSELL.

NE DAY two young girls sat together in the pleasant sitting-room. They had been discussing various matters of interest to themselves, and now the conversation lagged. One, (Margaret,) sat with her hands folded in her lap, and was softly humming a gay air to herself. The other, a tall, fair girl of perhaps sixteen years, was idly turning the papers upon the reading-table back and forth. Suddenly her eye was attracted to a book which lay half concealed beneath magazines and daily papers. She picked it up and began to turn its pages interestedly. Margaret, noticing the book she held, flushed slightly. She made as if to rise, then lay back in her chair, watching her friend with half-closed eyes. All was still in the room, the clock being the only one who dared break the silence. To Margaret it seemed the moments were as hours, and when at last May laid the book down with a sigh she was almost as nervous as the prisoner awaiting the sentence of the judge. She waited for her friend to speak. She seemed lost in thought for a time, but finally turned to Margaret and said: "Margaret, do you know anything about the people who believe in that book? How do you happen to have it? Tell me, please."

Before we go further it will probably be necessary to explain. somewhat concerning these girls. They had been friends when children, going to the same school, and attending the same church. Their mothers were old schoolmates too, but about two years previous to the time of the beginning of my story, Margaret and her family had left their eastern home, thinking to benefit the health of mother by the change, and had taken up their abode in a western