. St. Nicholas [serial] . bookinto the laundry-bag under a pile of towels. That evening, when she came to look for it, itwas gone! Julia searched everywhere, but it wasof no avail. She sank discouraged into a near-bychair, when the maid thrust the copy in the doorsaying, If you want to keep that St. Nicholas, Iadvise you to put it in some other place than thelaundry-bag, for I nearly soaked it in a tubful ofwater. Oh, thanks ever so much ! cried Julia. My,but that was a narrow escape ! 1 1 11. i r P P rwn t \ W i i X ? 1 i L. — ? - - — ^ ^ TIRED. BY DOROTHY LACOCK, AGE l6. (HONOR llEMBEK) THE
. St. Nicholas [serial] . bookinto the laundry-bag under a pile of towels. That evening, when she came to look for it, itwas gone! Julia searched everywhere, but it wasof no avail. She sank discouraged into a near-bychair, when the maid thrust the copy in the doorsaying, If you want to keep that St. Nicholas, Iadvise you to put it in some other place than thelaundry-bag, for I nearly soaked it in a tubful ofwater. Oh, thanks ever so much ! cried Julia. My,but that was a narrow escape ! 1 1 11. i r P P rwn t \ W i i X ? 1 i L. — ? - - — ^ ^ TIRED. BY DOROTHY LACOCK, AGE l6. (HONOR llEMBEK) THE WHISPERING PINES BY FAITH E. KENNISTON (aGE I4)- {Silver Badge)The setting sun sends rays of gold Across the cathedral choir chants low the vesper hymnWhich fades away in the shadows dim At the end of the closing lines. The cathedral old is an ancient woodIn the hush of the twilight hour; The aisles are the rows of stately trees ; The music is caused by a passing breeze :The song of the whispering a LUCKY bXAl-IjHU 1. BY EDITHA WRIGHT, AGE 12. A NARROW ESCAPE BY DOROTHY JEANNE MILLER (aGE IS) {Honor Member) It was a warm, sultry August evening, with thestrange calmness and occasional rustling of leaveswhich forewarn of an oncoming storm. Our littleporch party, convened for the purpose of meeting my friend, Marjorie R , of Philadelphia, seemed in the humor to hear thrilling tales. Have you no daring escapades to tell us, Mar-jorie? I inquired. I had a narrow escape last spring, she , no doubt, wrote to you about it, but perhaps therest of the girls might be interested. We certainly should, came the prompt answer. Well, Mr. Woodward, a friend of Fathers, whoowns a small aeroplane, invited me to go up withhim. As he lived about ten miles from Philadelphia,it was necessary for Father to take me in the auto-mobile. Of course, I was nervous, because I hadnever been many feet above the ground. But youcan imagine how provoked I felt when, before wehad hal
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