. St. Nicholas [serial]. They re a won-derful pair, Sawyer, hesaid; never saw better. They are, sir. Neverraised as good a lamb asthe Prince. There waspride in the superintend-ents voice over such pub-lic praise. No, agreed , you never s good—better thangood, but— he hesitated,stooped, patted the mo-tionless head of OakKnoll Prince Royal, thenwheeled on Mark Billing-ton, —but he s notgood enough, he con-cluded. The blue goesto Beachcrest Billy. There came a gaspfrom the crowd, then dum-founded silence, then agrowing cheer as it dawnedover the dazed islandsheep-men that a home-b
. St. Nicholas [serial]. They re a won-derful pair, Sawyer, hesaid; never saw better. They are, sir. Neverraised as good a lamb asthe Prince. There waspride in the superintend-ents voice over such pub-lic praise. No, agreed , you never s good—better thangood, but— he hesitated,stooped, patted the mo-tionless head of OakKnoll Prince Royal, thenwheeled on Mark Billing-ton, —but he s notgood enough, he con-cluded. The blue goesto Beachcrest Billy. There came a gaspfrom the crowd, then dum-founded silence, then agrowing cheer as it dawnedover the dazed islandsheep-men that a home-bred had defeated thecream of the Davidsonflock. Mark, white offace, twisted the ribbonthrough numb fingers, hiseyes fixed on Ann, who was dancing up and down, clapping her handsjoyously, calling to him over and over again,You ve won! Youve won! The mans expression was enough. sharp Report to me to-night, toldthe end of Sawyers story. Then he turned to theboy. Naturally, I knew nothing of this, he said;. He saw Mr. Nailor offer his hand, saw swing open the gate and stride towardhim, the smile of a true sportsman on his ! he exclaimed; wish I ownedBilly. You almost did, blurted Mark. Sawyeroffered me a hundred dollars for him ten minutesago. What! His voice snapped as he wheeled onhis man. Is that true? he demanded, hisface black. THE BLUE GOES TO BEACHCREST BILLY neither did I have anything to do with his andKents trying to cheat you out of a winner amonth ago. I 11 give you a thousand dollars forthe lamb. Take it, advised Mr. Nailor. Its a hugeprice. Mark shook his head. No, he said, Billy and I stick to taught me success may be found where youdont expect it. You mean where you look for it, suggestedMr. Nailor. Or, perhaps we might say, where you workfor it, corrected Mr. Davidson. WISHING By ELEANORE I wish I were a fairy, dancing on the green,Lightsome as a thistle-down, potent as a queen!Riding on a firefly Th
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