. St. Nicholas [serial]. ON THE MARCH. BY CATHARINE E. LANGDON, AGE 15.(SILVER BADGE.) There were many wild tales told about this related how the ghost of a lady in white wentweeping and moaning up and down the long windingstairs of the tower ; others, that the swish of her dresseswas heard in the wee, small hours of the night. 1046 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [Sept., Personally, Will Allison had no belief in ghosts, buthe determined to find out upon what this story wasbased. So, taking a lantern and a light lunch, hestarted out for the tower about eight oclock one eve-ning. From eight to t
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ON THE MARCH. BY CATHARINE E. LANGDON, AGE 15.(SILVER BADGE.) There were many wild tales told about this related how the ghost of a lady in white wentweeping and moaning up and down the long windingstairs of the tower ; others, that the swish of her dresseswas heard in the wee, small hours of the night. 1046 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [Sept., Personally, Will Allison had no belief in ghosts, buthe determined to find out upon what this story wasbased. So, taking a lantern and a light lunch, hestarted out for the tower about eight oclock one eve-ning. From eight to ten, he heard nothing except thewind rushing through the trees and the open windowof the tower. About ten oclock he thought he heardsomething, and then he jumped with fright as a strangeweird scream and a moan were heard. Then came aswish and he felt something soft touch him as it glidedby. Although he was thoroughly terrified, he deter-mined to go up the stairs to see if there was anythingto be They found many treasures there which appealed totheir boyish hearts, among which were two old guns, anold hand-bag, and some powder. The boys, after investigating the cabin a little more,went back to their mother and the baby. That night, at home, they had the bag cut open, andlo and behold, it contained nothing more or less thantwo red shirts and a red nightcap. When the boys fa-ther saw the contents of the bag, he said, quite sur-prised : Why, those are mine ; your mother gave themto the Salvation Army a little while ago. And all the family laughed heartily, for it was so. A SONG OF THE WOODS BY HELEN F. SMITH (AGE 9) Rather than riches and castles,I d have the daffodils mine ; Rather than rubies and diamonds,I d have the brooks rippling rhyme. I love the woods more than glory,I love the flowrs more than fame ; I love the trees and the meadowsMore than a heroic name. And though some people will treasureA ruby much more than a tree, Give me the woods and the flowers,And give me
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