St Nicholas [serial] . dent that the little crea-ture had caught sight of somebody who hadpreviously done him harm, and probably —or atleast possibly —it was the person who had at-tacked and wounded him in the room of the hotel. {To be continued.) TOWARD SPRING BY EDITH M. THOMAS Long have we tracked with heavy paceThe valley of the Wintry Year; At last, an upward path we trace, And all things speak of vernal cheer. Even the frost, that on the pane Still spreads its garden silver-white, Foretells that soon will spring againThe living flowers that drink the light. And the wind that by the casem
St Nicholas [serial] . dent that the little crea-ture had caught sight of somebody who hadpreviously done him harm, and probably —or atleast possibly —it was the person who had at-tacked and wounded him in the room of the hotel. {To be continued.) TOWARD SPRING BY EDITH M. THOMAS Long have we tracked with heavy paceThe valley of the Wintry Year; At last, an upward path we trace, And all things speak of vernal cheer. Even the frost, that on the pane Still spreads its garden silver-white, Foretells that soon will spring againThe living flowers that drink the light. And the wind that by the casement sweeps,It lapses with a summer-close; The brook through icy lattice peeps,And on, toward freedom, singing, goes! THE ENCHANTED ISLE BY ANNA MOORE in The beautiful way to Fairy-landIs always within your reach. It leads to the happy Enchanted Isle,With shining shells on its beach. There fairies, giants, and dwarfs and gnomes Disport in a friendly way;There mermaids lovely arise to view, Engaging in graceful II IV It leads to the fairy grottoes there,And the caves where the treasures lie; And never were breezes so soft and never so blue the sky. And when you are lost in enchanted woods,Each bird and beast is a friend; You never suffer a pang of fear,For you know t will happily end. 53 THE REFUGEE THE STRANGE STORY OF NETHER HALL BY CAPTAIN CHARLES GILSON Author of The Lost Column, The Lost Empire, etc. Chapter XI TREACHERY Yates, as usual, was seated before his rose to his feet when the Vicomte enteredthe room. Where s Abershaw? the Vicomte asked. Gone back, said Yates; back to The Bald-faced Stag on the Lunnon-Kingston road. The Vicomte took snuff. We want him, said he I have work forMaster Jerry; and you, my friend, must get offand bring him here. Placing his hands on the edge of the table,Mr. Yates balanced his chair on its hindmostlegs, so that more than once he was in dangerof falling backward. But he looked at the Vi-comte all the time. Well
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