. St. Nicholas [serial] . n the picture, and fasten the loose end of thecotton to the shaft. On starting the boat, point it directlytoward the wind, when the little screw will at once beginrevolving rapidly. As soon as the thread is all unwoundfrom the spool the windmill will cease to revolve, andthe craft will sail gallantly back to the shore from whichshe was started. THE MERRY-GO-ROUND. By Virna Woods. The world, the world is a merry-go-round ;And all the people we see are boundOn a daily trip that is never done,And a yearly journey around the sun. ANOTHER CHANCE. By Julia Truitt Bishop. Th
. St. Nicholas [serial] . n the picture, and fasten the loose end of thecotton to the shaft. On starting the boat, point it directlytoward the wind, when the little screw will at once beginrevolving rapidly. As soon as the thread is all unwoundfrom the spool the windmill will cease to revolve, andthe craft will sail gallantly back to the shore from whichshe was started. THE MERRY-GO-ROUND. By Virna Woods. The world, the world is a merry-go-round ;And all the people we see are boundOn a daily trip that is never done,And a yearly journey around the sun. ANOTHER CHANCE. By Julia Truitt Bishop. This, the eighth of the long-stories-complete-in-one-number, is about life at a girts purpose is to show—what young people too often forget—how failure may follow a slight deviation fromthe straight line of dzity, but that the noblest characters may be built upon the ruins of great teaching a moral, the story will be read for its own interest, and because of its well drawn JACK DANCED A JUBILANT WAR-DANCE ALL AROUND THE ROOM, WAVING THE DUST-BRUSH. Chapter I. JACK CLEARS THE WAY. He had paused in the post-office door longenough to tear open, with trembling fingers, a letter. It contained a note, and another letterin an unsealed envelope ; and he ran his eager eyesover the note, and then went dashing down thestreet, joyously waving that inclosed letter. Ifhe were making undignified haste, what did it ANOTHER CHANCE. 689 matter? For everybody in Roseville hadknown him from his babyhood, and Mrs. Al-dridge and Ethel knew him best of all. He burst in at the open door of Mrs. Al-dridges kitchen, his hat on the back ofhishead, his eyes shining. Mrs. Aldridge, placidlysewing at the window, looked up with a ques-tioning smile. It had been a good numberof years, now, since she began making a petof motherless Jack Carson, whose grandfatherlived in the big house on the hill. What is it, Jack? she asked. Oh, Mrs. Aldridge, such good fortun
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