. St. Nicholas [serial]. I did not care who or what itwas, being much engrossed in my own thoughts, till Iheard some one approaching. And who should it be but Mother and Daddy !I, being tooastonished tospeak, could onlyembrace themboth. They ex-plained that theyhad come oneday ahead tosurprise Grand-pa and me, know-ing we wouldbe lonesome. And so wetalked on andon, just as afamily would,Daddy givingus some pres-ents they hadbrought. Andevery one seem-ed to growdearer to methan ever onthat evening that I most enjoyed. All my gloom and depression weregone, and I felt I was the happiest girl in t
. St. Nicholas [serial]. I did not care who or what itwas, being much engrossed in my own thoughts, till Iheard some one approaching. And who should it be but Mother and Daddy !I, being tooastonished tospeak, could onlyembrace themboth. They ex-plained that theyhad come oneday ahead tosurprise Grand-pa and me, know-ing we wouldbe lonesome. And so wetalked on andon, just as afamily would,Daddy givingus some pres-ents they hadbrought. Andevery one seem-ed to growdearer to methan ever onthat evening that I most enjoyed. All my gloom and depression weregone, and I felt I was the happiest girl in the world. As I went to bed that night, I realized that as farback as I could remember, all my clouds had been linedwith silver, though I had anticipated none of learned a lesson that night. THE STAR BY ELEANOR JOHNSON (aGE 17) {Honor Member)The last pale glimmer in the wakning sky, All toviched with threads of rose and pearly gray,Night leaves her last sweet star to shine good-by, Amid the dawning radiance of 17. by dorothy hl-ghes,(honor member.) I9i6.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 473 STARS BY SARAH F. BOROCK (AGE 15) (Honor Member)As I was walking up the hill with pretty Alma Brown,Young Tommie Dodd upon his sled just then camerushing down. I was not quick in stepping back ; the next thing that Iknew Was, I was rolling down the hill, then staring at theblue. I lay there on the snowy mead, I made no move to rise,But wonderstricken gazed upon the marvels fore myeyes. For tho t was day, upon the sky there danced large twinkling Jupiters, two purple moons, a red, revolving Mars ; The seven Pleiads, brilliant, gay, tripped with exquisitegrace ; The two Bears marched, the Dipper dipped, the NorthStar left his place. Just then I heard a scornful laugh, sweet Alma walkedaway. I slowly rose, those gorgeous stars I saw no more thatday. And now sweet Almas look is cold, she spurns me fromafar. And now, if you would make me wroth, why, then, justmention st
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