father sends you his love--
by Maile Chilcote
Grass, and when the hubbub of cheers and shouts had subsided, Walter
rose to his feet, and holding out a hand to each of the victors, said
with a laugh, "Fairly beaten." Gradually now the crowd began to
disperse, while the little band of competitors gathered round a cart
which had been brought up by Walter's direction carrying some
refreshments for himself and his friends, and those who had tried
skill and endurance
with him. When the provisions had been duly partaken of, Walter,
taking out his purse, turned to those about him an
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by Curtiss Defayette
Ere not of the same size nor color," laughed the girl, "and she had a
way of dropping her head a little, and
looking up sidewise like a bird." "True, true!" breathed the lady, "and
as you say one eye was brown and one blue." Faith nodded acquiescence,
but smiled to herself,
knowing
she had said nothing of the kind. "But you cannot
remember her name?" "No, neither of us. We only saw her for a few
minutes, once or twice, you see." A little cloud fell over the lady's
face, and after a perplexed gaze, in which her eyes, fixed upon Faith,
seemed to look through and beyond
her, she rose abruptly, said in her usual reserved manner, "Thank you
for your
information," and walked away. Faith, looking after her wonderingly,
saw young Allyne standing near, his eyes turned wistfully upon herself.
She flushed a little, and so did he;
then, with an impulsive movement, he made a step forward. "Miss
Hosmer," he began quickly, "I've wanted to say a word
to your sister for some time, but no opportunity has
offered. Perhaps it will be just as well to say it to you?" Faith
bowed, not comprehending, and he went on
rapidly, as if to hurry over a disagreeable duty, "I feel that I was
inexcusable,
the other evening, in my reference to your sister,
and I can't understand myself at all. I suppose she doesn't care
what I think of her--good, bad, or indifferent--but I want you, at
least, to know that I do think her one of the sweetest, most modest,
girls I ever saw--t
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by Sampere Champoux
Retending to groan. She ran down the stairs with a laugh. That day she
discovered the possibilities of the roof. At the end of the landing on
which their big top room opened was a short iron ladder. She decided
to explore and, climbing up the iron ladder, pushed up the trapdoor. A
cry of delight escaped her as she thrust her head through the opening.
It was a great, flat roof, separated from the next ones by low copings
of stone work, flat topped and about two feet
high. The town, as she climbed out and stood on the roof, lay beneath
her like a plan. People looked like flies in the streets, the tramcars
like accelerated caterpillars. The water of the harbour was still and
smooth and as incredibly blue as the water she had seen Mrs. King
using in her laundry work that morning. Wharves or trees ran right
down into the blueness.
The big ships lying at anchor made her heart beat fast with their
clean beauty and romance; the bare, clean roofs running along
for perhaps fifty houses gave her a breath of freedom that brought
back Lashnagar and Ben Grief. She thought, with a pang of pity, about
Louis, the product of suburban London, chained to streets and houses
almost
all his boyhood,
knowing nothing of the scourge of the winds, the courage of wide, high
places. She tumbled down the ladder, her eyes bright.
"Louis--Oh Louis, come up on the roof! It's perfectly beautiful! I've
been so worried about
you shut up here like this, and I've felt so choked myself with this
one room. But up there I'll make you shut
your eyes, and I'll tell you all about Ben Grief, and you'll think
you're
there. I'll make you hear the curlews and the
gulls and see Jock and Tammas come in with the boats." "But on the
roof!" he protested. "Whatever next?" "Oh, come and see. You'll love
it," she urged and, though he said it was
"a beastly fag," she got him at last into his dressing-gown and
slippers and sitting beside her on the coping. She was happier
than she had
been for months; she felt
that there was
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Erty triumph_ once more. ON TO VICTORY. AIR--Scots wha hae.
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