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Pud was silent a minute. “Listen," he had seen in a magazine. He was also partly said at last. "I would like to do it, but I responsible for the success of the school play can't let you take all that trouble for me. in February. Then, one never-to-be-for

, ` I've been rotten to you—I–I was responsi- gotten day, he threw Pud in a rough-andble for that nickname-"

tumble in the gym, much to the surprise of The kangaroo flushed. “I know. I 'm the coach, and found himself made an inright above you on the third floor, and I structor of the Japanese art of self-defense, heard you talking one day in the autumn." jiu-jitsu.

“Then all I can say is that you've been By the middle of March he was as well pretty white about the whole thing-and- liked as any fellow in the school-and yet he and I 'm sorry

had changed very little. He was looked The kangaroo laughed. “Don't worry upon as a fine fellow who was willing to help about that. If there is anything I can do to any one in any way he could. He had never help you with that Cicero, I'd be glad to. been known to refuse to do a boy a favor. And—will you talk just the way the boys do His room was open to all who cared to drop and let me learn it?"

in, and he was always ready to stop whatPud stared at him. “Corrupt your Eng- ever he might be doing and explain somelish?"

thing or tell one of his fascinating tales about “No. I don't mean that. I don't ad- Japan. mire slang, but I do admire the free and easy When the track team was ready for work, way you boys talk together. You see, I've even his most intimate friends were surnever met any except the Japanese boys, and prised to hear that he was out for practice

and that he surpassed any of the Millbrook “Oh, I see what you mean. You want to athletes in the high jump and pole-vault, be a regular fellow? Well, if it can be done, and was also a good runner. we 'll do it. But don't you try to write any They were overjoyed at the news, for slang for Gilbert in English class or he 'll every year Millbrook and Woodmont Schools throw you out. Slang 's just about as popu- held a dual track-meet at which the winner lar with him as the Allies are with the ex- at three consecutive meets would hold a kaiser.”

silver cup. Woodmont had held it twice, Somewhere downstairs a clock struck, and and before the kangaroo appeared, it seemed the last few boys came slowly up the stairs. that the chances of winning that season were The kangaroo turned. “Well, I 'm keeping

But as the new-comer trained you from retiring."

harder under the coach's guidance and per"You talk like a tire company's ad." fected the skill he already had, the prospects Pud grinned. "Regular fellows don't retire, seemed brighter. they 'hit the hay,' or simply go to bed.”

The interest spread even to the visitors Pud went to the kangaroo's room the on the day of the meet, and they were all next morning between classes and put in a talking of the sensational records he had solid hour at his Cicero. Then he came up

made. He lived up to their expectations, in the afternoon and never opened a book, too, not only winning the high jumps, pole but was content to listen to the kangaroo vault, and broad jumps, but shattering all tell about this curio and that as they hap- records. His

records. His pole-vaulting was nothing pened to catch his guest's eye. Many and short of sensational, from the moment his strange were the tales he told, so that the figure left the earth and flung itself over the time passed quickly. That evening, Pud bar until it landed in a heap in the dust. called him down to his room, invited Paddy The crowd went wild. He heard the cheerand Scratchy in, and had him tell some of ing as he scrambled to his feet, and he felt them over again.

a little tingle of pleasure at the sound. Then After that, the four were always together. he heard his schoolmates yelling the words While the kangaroo made little progress in that had started as a taunt and had never learning slang, and was a failure as far as failed to call the hot blood to his cheeks and football and basket-ball went, the boys dis- that had always brought a feeling of recovered that he had a lot of useful informa- sentment. “Yoo-hoo! Kangaroo-hoo!" He tion on other things. For instance, he was stiffened and felt a little thrill of pleasure. the originator of the sport of ice-boating on The shout was different. It was no longer a the pond, he and the other three having yell of derision-they were backing him as made a yacht on the pattern of one that he they backed the star football player whom

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he had envied so much in the autumn. They was apparently as full of pep as ever, starting were cheering him as they had cheered out with a long, free stride that brought him Stevens.

just a short distance behind Jerrold and kept As he went off the field for a brief rest be- him there. Sometimes Jerrold would make fore the race, he encountered friendly eyes a spurt and then drop back again, showing

that he was using every ounce of his strength. On the other hand, the kangaroo was running easily-in fact, to look at him one would think he was running just for pleasure and not with any object in view. But on the last lap, he gradually lessened the distance between him and Jerrold, drawing closer and closer, and even as his rival made a desperate rush with his last remaining strength, he passed him, several feet from the finish.

Every one knew the real race was between those two,—that the other members of the track team were of little consequence,-and when the crowd saw that the Woodmont runner could barely keep going, while the kangaroo seemed good for another lap, they broke into enthusiastic cheers. Pud caught the kangaroo as he broke the tape, and flung his sweater around his shoulders,

noting, as he did so, the Edward

breathless exhaustion of Jerrold.

"Oh, boy!" he whis


some speed!” everywhere. Hands clapped him on the "It was n't speed,” smiled the kangaroo, back, and strange voices called to him: “Go "it was endurance. As soon as he started to it, old kid! We're with you!"

out I saw that he was good for just so much, The contest was not an easy one by any and that if I could keep him at that, I could means. There was still a chance that Wood- tire him out. If it had been a shorter race, mont would win again. If the kangaroo I could n't have done it. You notice I 'm was too tired to run his best, Jerrold of not in the dashes. Think we've got the cup, Woodmont was completely fresh and had a Pud?" very good chance. However, the kangaroo “Don't know, yet.”


But they had, and the kangaroo was the hero of the day.

In the evening, Pud was up in his room with him when he suddenly said, "Pud, Father was right, after all.”'

Pud looked up. “Why?"

"You remember that day when I came and asked if I could help you with your Cicero? Well, that day I had the blues. It seemed that football heroes were the only fellows that any one liked, and I just decided that I was n't going to try and be friendly with any one any more. Then I got this letter and I decided to try once more." He rummaged around in his desk and brought out a much folded letter, which, pointing to a paragraph, he passed to Pud, who read:

"Son, you 'll meet men that have things you don't have,-money, family, influence, maybe, and it may seem to you that a certain fellow is succeeding because of something you lack. Don't you believe it. There's a particular niche in this world for every one of us. No matter what we have, the world can use it—don't think of what the other man has. Take stock of what you have to give the other man. No matter how little you have, he may be able to use it. If you have nothing but love to give him, give that.

Pud re-folded the paper and passed it back.

For a short time he was silent, then he drew a long breath. “Once,” he murmured, “once, you asked me to teach you how to be a regular fellow!—Teach you to be a regular fellow!-You old kangaroo!"


WIND, wind, up in my tree,

Once while I slept you did leave at my door Thank you for bringing the winter to me. Sunshiny summer, so thank you, once more. Thank you, for I can remember when spring Then came your bravest of riders, the fall, Rode with you here—the delightfulest thing! Swift-flying wind, and I thank you for all.

Wind, wind, up in my tree,
Thank you for bringing the winter to me.

Josephine Van Dolzen Pease.




HEE will be very watch- “Wilt return by the Christmas day,
ful, Osias? I have a Father?" she asked, half shyly, in the quaint
great dread of this speech of her mother, who had been a member
journey, and the daily of the Quaker faith; “remember, 't is but the
tidings of the red men fourth day hence.
are not reassuring, de- “Aye, little one, God willing," replied the
spite confidence in thy smith, catching her up and kissing her on
readiness with them." both rosy cheeks; "and thou must have thy

"Have no fear, Rachel candle burning for me, if it chance that we
wife," returned the be delayed past sundown."
frontiersman, with a “That I will," replied the child, earnestly;
gentle pat of her shoul- "mayhap thou and Elisha canst see it from
der; "both the lad fand yon far hill, if thou 'rt delayed till it be very
myself are well used to dark”; and she pointed with a chubby finger
their ways and have to the distant Blue Ridge, far to the north-

no lack of faith in our- west. selves, nor yet want of trust in Him who “That were a goodly distance for so small a watches over all journeys. But see to it, beam,” the father answered smilingly. thou and the little one -that

bide near

Putting the child down, he gave a final the settlement, and harbor no stragglers adieu to his wife, and these brief farewells whilst we are gone.”

over, the two strode swiftly down the hill. The little group stood in the doorway of Rachel Ware stood watching them, with a the cabin,—the furthermost from the center troubled look upon her face, until they disof the small settlement of Bethlehem, then appeared in the woodland trail which led to less than a score of years in existence,—and the Lehigh and up into the wilderness beyond. straight up over the tree-tops below them, During the whole day, Osias Ware and the smoke from several chimneys rose into Elisha traveled steadily up the valley. No the crisp December air. Near by flowed the snow had yet fallen, and they made fair progMonocacy Creek, and but a stone's throw ress, though taking care frequently to change away stood the grist-mill of the community their course and constantly watchful on and the smithy, where daily the anvil re- all sides for any indication of the savages, sounded and the sparks flew from the lusty who had, since the French and Indian outblows of Osias Ware.

break, greatly harassed the entire eastern The smith strong, lithe, and well over six part of the Commonwealth with small mafeet—was not only expert at his trade, but rauding parties. It was, in fact, on account was also an adept in all matters pertaining to of these depredations that the present journey woodcraft. He was likewise reckoned a man had been undertaken. A missionary from of keen intelligence in the community and the Bethlehem settlement to Wyoming Valwas well versed in books, sufficiently so to ley had not been heard from for so long a join in discussion with the learned fathers of time that the community had decided to the colony. His son Elisha, a youth of eight- send messengers and obtain reliable tidings een, bid fair to equal his father in all these of him, in the face of many rumors that the qualities, and had already acquired that Shawanos of Wyoming had done him a mismaturity of expression which the heavy chief. Osias Ware and his son, the most reliresponsibilities of pioneer life early set upon able woodsmen in the district, had been sethe face of young manhood.

lected for this dangerous service and had In quick sympathy with his mother's fears, gladly accepted the responsibility. he now gave her a hearty kiss and gaily as- That night the travelers rested at the sured her that they would be back before she small settlement on the Mahoning Creek; had had time to miss them. Little Prudence, and pressing on in the early morning, they with a fast hold of her mother's skirt, expe- journeyed without incident all day and arrienced with some wonder the first family rived toward nightfall on the “prospect rock” parting that she had known.

above Wyoming Valley. From this eminence the whole valley lay in view, and this waters of the Lehigh before nightfall. Both charming scene of miles of unbroken forest- experienced woodsmen and versed in the land, parted by the quiet Susquehanna, ways of the savage, they doubled back on made so peaceful an impression that it was their trail several times at favorable spots. difficult to believe that beneath those tree- These precautions seriously delayed their tops there lurked ferocity and destruction.

progress, and the short December day

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Not daring to venture farther, except in the was rapidly waning when they caught the most cautious manner, they sheltered them- first glimpse of the river, still many miles selves as comfortably as they could in a away. deep crevice below the rock, known to Osias, Several times, during the last couple of and next morning worked their way care- hours, Osias Ware had glanced uneasily fully down to the cabin of the missionary. backward and around him, when he thought They found it a ruin, evidently despoiled by that Elisha would not notice. He had an the savages some time since, with no trace undefinable impression of being stealthily left of the former inhabitant, and, knowing followed, and some subtle sixth sense gave the futility and danger of attempting a him warning to be exceedingly watchful. search, with the red men in their present when they had first gained the ridge, early temper, they sadly began the return journey in the afternoon, his keen eye had instantly to Bethlehem.

caught a thin thread of smoke rising far They purposely avoided the usual trails across the valley; and though the opposite out of the valley, and took a route through ridges seemed miles away, in the dim grayravines where the traveling was so round- ness of the winter day, still Osias felt these about and so difficult that they were not unknown neighbors to be unpleasantly near. likely to meet rovers. Toward the middle of It was well that the snows had been delayed the afternoon, they were traversing the Nes- that season, for had the ground been covered copeck ridges, hoping to reach the head- never so lightly, it would have been utterly

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