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"What girls?” Tom inquired, looking calmly at "Excuse me for troubling you," one of them the excited messenger.

said, blushing a bit. “We have lost a little Mal"I think it 's the same pair that we saw yester- tese kitten that we are very fond of. If you see day in the canoe. They 're headed for our land- it around anywhere, will you please catch it and ing."

return it to us? We are Mrs. Spencer's nieces, “All right! We 'll run up the flag. You'd and are staying with her."

"Why-why-I think we have your cat bungalow. We found it there a little while ago when we came back from our swim. Does it wear a red ribbon around its neck and a bell?"

"Oh, yes !” the girls cried together. “That

must be Cjax.”

“Cjax?” questioned Bert.

The girls laughed at his evident surprise. “We have four kittens," one of them explained, “and we named them Ajax, Bjax, Cjax, and Djax.”

“But how could you tell which was which ?" Bert inquired. “I should think you would be calling Ajax Djax and Cjax Bjax.”

"Oh, no! They have different markings, and we can always tell them apart. It 's really funny, though, to hear people get them all mixed up when they talk about them."

"Won't you come ashore ?" Bert asked, politely, suddenly remembering his duty as host.

The girls looked at each other uncertainly. Then one of them said: “We 'd better go up and get Cjax, Dorothy. He may run away again if some one brings him down to us, and then, you know, we don't want to trouble any one when it 's not necessary.”


up on the landing, then lifted

the canoe out of the water, better hustle down and extend a kindly welcome and placed it on the boards. The girls thanked to 'em. They 'll need a guide if they come ashore." him politely, and followed him along the path

Bert nodded, and hurried toward the landing, toward the bungalow. arriving just in time to see a canoe swing around Bert was fervently hoping that the girls might in a quarter-circle and come alongside. In it not discover the manner in which Cjax was dewere two of the girls who had been sitting on the livered to the camp, but, alas! a long-drawn wail piazza of Mrs. Spencer's cottage when the boys smote the air as the trio approached the bungacalled for their first meal the day before.

low, and the girls exclaimed sympathetically. A

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moment later, they discovered their pet in strange to the landing and helped them to embark. Cjax quarters.

did not like the looks of the water, and seemed "That 's just the way we found it," Bert ex- determined to remain in Dorothy's arm. One plained, fearing that they might think the Beaver cannot well hold a kitten and manage a paddle Campers guilty of cruelty to animals. "We at the same time, however, so Cjax was deposited thought it was a pet, and that some one would on the bottom of the canoe, which was headed claim it soon. We were afraid it would run away for home. if we let it out, so we thought it would be safer He soon scrambled to his feet, clutched the side to keep it right in the crate."

of the canoe, and looked over toward the boys, Eliot appeared on the scene just then, carrying meowing vigorously. Bert waved his hand. a hammer, and it was the work of but a moment “Good-by, Cjax!” he cried. to liberate the imprisoned kitten.

But really he was thinking less of the cat than "Poor Cjax!” murmured the girl addressed as of-of-other things. Dorothy. “I wonder who shut you up in that “Nice girls, those!” Jack commented. “I hope thing."

we'll know them better before the summer 's "Just what we 've been trying to puzzle out," I dare say they 'd make mighty good comBert assured her.

pany if a fellow was well acquainted with them." Then he told the girls of the sign which had Walter nodded. “They 're not a bit stiff," he saluted their arrival, of the mysterious removal added. “Just pleasant and polite, not silly or of their baggage, and of the inscription which fresh." adorned the crate. He did not add that Beaver "Those girls were placed in a pretty embarrassCamp was reputed to be haunted, for he secretlying position, when you come to think of it, coming hoped that this might not be the last visit of the ashore among a lot of strangers to rescue a cat. girls, and feared that news of such sort would Yet they carried themselves well and did n't do frighten them away from the place.

anything foolish. You can see that they 're wellThe girls promised to let him know if they bred," said Tom. learned anything that might throw light on the All unconscious of these compliments, the girls case, and then said that they would have to hurry continued their homeward way, arriving back in order to reach home before supper. safely at length, in time for Cjax to enjoy the

All the boys except Ed and Charlie, who were evening meal in the felicitous feline fellowship of preparing the evening meal, escorted them down his brothers Ajax, Bjax, and Djax.

(To be continued.)




A BABY seed all dressed in brown,

Fell out of its cradle one day;
The West Wind took it with loving arms

And carried it far away.

He laid it down on a bed of leaves,

And hid it with blankets white;
And there it slept like a weary child,

Through the long, dark winter night.

It woke at last, when the springtime came,

And stretched its arms on high,
And it grew and grew through the livelong day,

Toward the sun and the clear, blue sky.

It drew its food from its Mother Earth,

And it drank the cooling shower,
Till the small, brown seed was changed at last

To a sweet, wild, wayside flower!

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song like this:

'T is very hard to sleep sometimes; you see, the This family does not like the cold, and journeys first of May,

south each fall; A very noisy family moved just across the way. And, though we say they wake us up, we long for There 's Mr. Bird and Mrs. Bird, and Master

spring's recall. Bird and Miss,

The minstrel troupe comes back to us as noisy as And every morn at half-past four, they raise a before,

And other tree-top neighbors come to sing before “A chirp-a-dee, a chirp-a-dee, a chirp, chirp,

our door: chirp, chirp, chee!"

"A chirp-a-dee, a chirp-a-dee, a chirp, chirp, They do not seem to care a whit how sleepy chirp, chirp, chee! mortals be.

Who is it talks of little birds that in their nests

agree?" We cannot ask them to vacate (this noisy concert band);

This lively band of singer-folk ne'er ask a stated They occupy the highest tree there is at their

fee, command.

But, like all other mendicants, subsist on charity; The elevator that they use is each his own swift Descending from their leafy boughs a-many times wings;

a day, Contented in this high abode the happy household They ask for all the dainty crumbs that we have sings:

stored away. "A chirp-a-dee, a chirp-a-dee, a chirp, chirp, "A chirp, chirp, chirp, a chirp, chirp, chirp !" chirp, chirp, chee!

How funny that we keep You people miss an awful lot, who don't live in Our choicest bits to pay the folk who rob us of a tree !"

our sleep!

Edith M. Russell.

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Each springtime cool the April Fool, his rain- “Wake up and greet the May-time sweet !” he drop bells a-chiming,

laughs, and startled flowers On rainbow wings a sunbeam brings to buds o'er Unclose their eyes in glad surprise-to drenchdark banks climbing.

ing April showers.

May Aiken.

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(SEE PAGE 636.)


Author of " Historic Boyhoods," “ Historic Girlhoods," etc.



wanted to buy in the village, so he told John, the

coachman, not to wait for him. He had on his A STORM IN THE HIGHLANDS

fur coat and cap, and his fur-lined gloves, and, REAL snow came late that December, not the thin after he had made his purchases, he started home layer that sparkled on the grass, but deep drifts on foot. that almost hid the fences, and made the country A few snowflakes were falling as he left the about Westover House look very and village, and the sun was a curious red-gold. With strange. Every morning, Roger woke up to find the eye of a weather-prophet, Roger predicted his bedroom windows covered with queer frost that a storm was coming. Then he dug his hands tracings, and, when he looked out, the trees had deep into his pockets and stepped on briskly. long icicle fingers, and their limbs shone as if Soon the snow was falling faster, making a veil they were made of glass. It was good to get into that hid almost everything but the road, and the warm clothes and go down-stairs to a hot break- sun had disappeared. fast, and to stand in front of the blazing logs on “Bad weather to be abroad in, is n't it?" asked the dining-room hearth.

a voice at his elbow. His tutor left Westover House the day before Roger turned in surprise. Beside him strode a Christmas, and Roger drov over with him to th slender man, muffled up to his ears in a greatcoat, railroad station. He had a few last presents he with a broad hat pulled far down upon his brow.

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