. St. Nicholas [serial]. e the stairs must occupy littlespace; but it is almost like a ladder. The General Knox Headquarters House, like all old houses, has its legends, weird and other-wise. From one of its rooms, in Revolutionarytimes, a young girl is said to have disappearedone dark night, never again to be seen alive, andthis room is now declared to be haunted by heruneasy spirit. There is also a legend of a secretpassage running from the old house to Mur-derers Creek, a quarter of a mile away, and of aburied treasure; but the secret tunnel appearshardly probable on account of the rocky na
. St. Nicholas [serial]. e the stairs must occupy littlespace; but it is almost like a ladder. The General Knox Headquarters House, like all old houses, has its legends, weird and other-wise. From one of its rooms, in Revolutionarytimes, a young girl is said to have disappearedone dark night, never again to be seen alive, andthis room is now declared to be haunted by heruneasy spirit. There is also a legend of a secretpassage running from the old house to Mur-derers Creek, a quarter of a mile away, and of aburied treasure; but the secret tunnel appearshardly probable on account of the rocky natureof the ground through which it would have hadto be dug, and the buried treasure has never yetbeen found. Surely this quaint old house, that tells so muchof the past and how the people of that past lived,should be held in remembrance, and kept as ahallowed shrine, where the young and the oldmay come to have their thoughts turned anew tothe great and good men it once sheltered, and towhom we, who live now, owe so THE OLD BRIDGE OVER SILVER STREAM, NEAR THE KNOX HEADQUARTERS Washington and other Revolutionary heroes must often have crossed this bridge. THE WRONG SIDE BY ALICE E. ALLEN In his bed, fully dressed, on a day warm and fine,I found little Ted, and the clock had struck nine !Why, I cried, Teddy, dear, are you ill, little man?If not, hurry down just as soon as you can ! I was cross when I got up, said queer little Ted, They said I jumped out of the wrong side of bed; So I came back again just as quick as I could,— I 11 get out on the right side—and then I 11 be good! THE LADY OF THE LANE BY FREDERICK ORIN BARTLETT Author of The Forest Castaways Chapter XV ROY S RETURN As the opening day of school approached, Eliza-beth grew more and more serious. She wantedto go back with Nance and begin again. For thefirst time in her life, she felt a desire to learnand to do for the sake of learning and doing,whereas, the year before, what little incentive sh
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