The New England magazine . or sometimes theysmiled at each other foolishly and some-times Pedr came near enough to pat her onthe head. The room, although it would havebeen difficult to lay hands on the visitors,had other inmates, too; for it was full ofPedrs comrades. Every minute they in-creased in number, as is the way of theworld when two people, even if they are notvery wise — and of course they never willbe wise if they are not by the time they aremiddle-aged — are joined together in every one of these little visitors took theheart it held in its wee transparent handsand offered
The New England magazine . or sometimes theysmiled at each other foolishly and some-times Pedr came near enough to pat her onthe head. The room, although it would havebeen difficult to lay hands on the visitors,had other inmates, too; for it was full ofPedrs comrades. Every minute they in-creased in number, as is the way of theworld when two people, even if they are notvery wise — and of course they never willbe wise if they are not by the time they aremiddle-aged — are joined together in every one of these little visitors took theheart it held in its wee transparent handsand offered it to Nelw. And Nelw, as Pedrhad done almost twenty-four hours ago,gathered the dreams into her arms, andthere they lay upon her breast like the chil-dren they really were. And above this scenethe shining silver river ran in and out, inand out among its alleys of green trees,singing a gentle song which, once it has beenlearned, can never be forgotten. JOB STANWOOD, SCOUT AT THE SIEGE OF LOUISBURG By THOMAS J. PARTRIDGE. T was a crisp January dayin the year 1745. The hillsand large boulders that fea-tured the Cape Ann landscapewere white with snow. A brief,sandy peninsula, the undermined driftsalong its verge lying against the brownbeaches like marble cornices, jutted intothe roadstead. From its elevated extremitytwelve cannon looked menacingly road from Boston mounted a hill,sloped into the town, wound past long-sloping roofed houses with wide gaps be-tween them, past, here and there, the sub-stantial mansion of a merchant, and encir-cled the harbor. About the wharves menwere busily engaged in pitching a recentcatch of fish from the holds of small pink-ies, or spreading previous fares on longflakes to be seasoned by the sun. The largestpier on the water-front was flanked oneither hand by two barks; one was discharg-ing a cargo of molasses, spices, and coffee;the other was taking on board drums, intowhich dried fish had been tightly screwed,for the markets of the
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