St Nicholas [serial] . TURNED UPON HIS HEEL AND LI forth: he told her of his love and again asked herto be his wife. She reminded him of what he already knew,that her hand and heart were plighted to one whowas serving his country across the seas. But the Vicomte was beside himself. For oncein his life, he was rash. I take no such answer, he cried to her. though he was, and little used to the ways of theworld, he could no longer be blind to the fact thatthis man plagued his sister with a love that sheneither would nor could return. He remem-bered what Constable had told him of the scene inthe B
St Nicholas [serial] . TURNED UPON HIS HEEL AND LI forth: he told her of his love and again asked herto be his wife. She reminded him of what he already knew,that her hand and heart were plighted to one whowas serving his country across the seas. But the Vicomte was beside himself. For oncein his life, he was rash. I take no such answer, he cried to her. though he was, and little used to the ways of theworld, he could no longer be blind to the fact thatthis man plagued his sister with a love that sheneither would nor could return. He remem-bered what Constable had told him of the scene inthe Bergholt lane; and from this incident datesAnthony Packes firm distrust of the Vicomte,that led to the disclosure of his perfidy. (To be continued.). Tpr] fym Winter Come *S jL^LpS BY CECIL CAVENDISH When winter comes it brings the plays, And who s as glad as we?When Sister takes me Saturdays, What lovely things we see!Though snow is flying through the air, And afternoons are gray,It seems like sunshine everywhere When riding to the play. When I am settled in my seat, As cozy as can be,The music plays so scft and sweet, It says, Come dance to me!Though dancing down the slanting aisle I d dearly like to go,I know it s best to wait awhile And watch the leaders bow, Until the curtain slides above, And then the play s begun,—With things to please, and things to love, And always lots of sad times come to make me sigh, I know they 11 soon be past;Before we bid the play good-by It all comes right at last. I hate to leave the pleasant place, But Sister says to me,Let s hurry home now, little Grace; There 11 be iced cake for home, I tell dear Mama all About my happy day,And, tucked in bed beside my doll, I dream about the pl
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