StNicholas [serial] . ther went—as Higginshad once gone — heels over head, and flung both paws wildly, but she made nosound as her dark body shot over the edgeand was swallowed up in the darkness. Theylistened what seemed a very long time, andheard her strike at the foot of the bluff. Great throw! cried Tad, and he creptexultant from his nook, and clambered outwhere Sergeant Gore could lift him he had to be carried. When it was allover his sturdy legs refused to bear him, andhe staggered very helplessly. Gore laid himon the pine-needles at the summit, for a fewminutes. An
StNicholas [serial] . ther went—as Higginshad once gone — heels over head, and flung both paws wildly, but she made nosound as her dark body shot over the edgeand was swallowed up in the darkness. Theylistened what seemed a very long time, andheard her strike at the foot of the bluff. Great throw! cried Tad, and he creptexultant from his nook, and clambered outwhere Sergeant Gore could lift him he had to be carried. When it was allover his sturdy legs refused to bear him, andhe staggered very helplessly. Gore laid himon the pine-needles at the summit, for a fewminutes. And presently they went down thelong road to the warm spring, where he washedthe dust from Tads face and hands and arms. Later, they dragged to the captains porch amonster panther, whose velvet skin not a singlebullet had marred. But even at that, when Tad saw his fatherswhite face, and caught the wordless welcomeof his mothers embrace, he knew he had paidfor the panther far more than it was worth. Vol. XXVII.— POMPEYS CHRISTMAS. By Carolyn Wells. Pompey the Great If aught of historyyou ve beentold,Of course you knowThat long agoThere lived a war-rior braveand bold,And Pompey washis name—he was enrolled Upon the lists of fame. So skilfully his darts he hurledHe conquered nearly all the this occurred,As you have heard,When Pompey was a as I m sure that you d enjoyA tale of Pompey when a boy,I 11 tell you all I can. Young Pompey had a pleasant homeIn the old, well-known town of Rome;The house was wondrous to behold Adorned with ivory and gold;The atrium and the peristyle (They re rooms, you know, Of long ago)Were decked with marble, glass, and tile, Rich woven goods And precious woods,And statues in the aisle. When Pompey with his parents dined,Upon low couches they reclined,And thus in stateRare viands ate Of every sort and clothing Pompey round him drapedA Roman garment queerly shaped— A toga of white wool, Exceeding long and full;And on h
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