StNicholas [serial] . d and its walls began to fall. Someof the occupants of the upper stories escaped;then the stairways fell. But the frame of the elevator remained standing and the engine con-tinued to work. A great crowd assembled in the streets, watch-ing the lift as it jogged slowly up and down,bringing a dozen men out of the jaws of it started up again the frame of the elevatorshook The police interfered. Stop! they shoutedto the boy whose hand was on the lever. But there are two women up there, he said. The walls are going! they cried. Comeout ! dragging at him. There are wome
StNicholas [serial] . d and its walls began to fall. Someof the occupants of the upper stories escaped;then the stairways fell. But the frame of the elevator remained standing and the engine con-tinued to work. A great crowd assembled in the streets, watch-ing the lift as it jogged slowly up and down,bringing a dozen men out of the jaws of it started up again the frame of the elevatorshook The police interfered. Stop! they shoutedto the boy whose hand was on the lever. But there are two women up there, he said. The walls are going! they cried. Comeout ! dragging at him. There are women up there, and I m the ele-vator boy, he repeated doggedly. He went to the top story, took on the women,and came down slowly. When the floor of theelevator touched the earth there was a greatshout of triumph. They caught the lad, callinghim a hero, and praying God to bless him; buthe shook himself free from them. Somebody had to go, and I m the elevatorboy, he replied, all unconscious of his braveryand BASE-BALL, AFTER SCHOOL, IN LISTEN TO THE RAIN BY ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY Listen to the Rain !Hear the merry sounds it makesAs it falls and slides and shakesFrom the eaves into the street,Where its million tiny feetHurry, hurry past the door,Followed by a million more ! Listen to the Rain!How it gurgles with delight,Hurling from its dizzy height,Falling straight and falling true,Faster now and louder too—See! The tardy drops and smallCannot keep the pace at all! Listen to the Rain!Ah ! It s angry now—I fearT is a scolding voice you hear!How it scolds the drooping trees,How it scolds the languid breeze,How it scolds the birds, poor things,For the dust upon their wings! Listen to the Rain!If you listen hard you 11 hearHow the skies grow cool and clear,How the primrose lifts her head,How the mountain brooks are fed,How the earth grows sweet againWith the coming of the Rain! THE DOLLS THEATRE BY PATTEN BEARD I made a lovely theater for little dolls to-
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