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CHAPTER XII. "Who l She, Then?" The children, Frances, and Mr. and Mrs. Borton were at the theater when HE came, and Mr. Cawell , at the hotel, thus leaving Mrs. Cawell all by herself. She had been invited to join the party at the theater, but she had a bad headache and could not go. Just as she wag getting ready to go upstairs to bed the doorbell rang. It hapened to be the serv ants' day off, so she was obliged to open the door herself. At first, she only opened it a crack to Bee the Jace of the person without the door flew wide open. "Philip! Philipl" she cried. "Is It you! You who were given up for lost in the sea?" "In the sea, Alice 7"., he asked "What do you mean?" Mrs. Cawell could not answer right away eho waa weeping In his arms for Joy. "Why, Philip," she said, finally, "we received word that a certain man drowned at sea was you. How it happened no one knew. And we gave you up as lest. Oh, Philip! is it really true it's not a dream?'' - "Of course, it s not a dream.'1 her brother replied, 'It's all true, dear." "And, Phil," she said, "Did you get my letter that I sent you, telling about HER HER death ?" "Yes, Alice," he replied, "I was just getting ready to leave England 1 for France when the letter came. And to think we had only three years of happiness together and then I had to leave . for Europe. When I heard of her death, Alice, I didn't want to come back home. Tell me about it, Alice." , "It happened about a month after we had learned of your death. She came here one winter night. She was very sick, but she came all of that distance for the sake of Frances" ! "For the sake of Frances!" he repeated. "Frances who?" "Why, Phil," Mrs. Cawell said in a tone of surprise, "have you forgotten Frances, the child that you adopted?" , "The child that I adopted!" . he ejaculated. "I never adopted any child! Who told you that?" ,.. "Why, Phil, I don't know," she said, "i I supposed you did. Let me finish my story, any way, then you will remember." "Remember something that never happened?" asked Phil, "But go on." j , j "I was getting rady for bed when I heard the front door-bell ring. I was all alone, so I slipped on my kimono and hurried down stairs. When I opened the front door I saw a girt bending over the form of a woman, and she was sayinjt: " 'Mother! Mother! Please wake up.' ' "I brought them both in out of the cold and put HER to bed and sent for the doctor and in the meantime I gave the girl she was about ten years old, then something to eat, and asked her about

her mother. She said mat sne x wasn't her real mother and that her mother had come a long way to

"bring her to Aunt Alice. Then the doctor came and said, that SHE was very ill. ne helped her re gain consciousness and then said that she was worrying terribly about something and that she aught to be kept quiet. Soon after,

- she fell asleep and in her sleep we

heard her say: " 'Oh, I'm so sorry. Take her back. I've written it to Phil. " Just rip' There she left off and we never did hear the rest, for the next morning she died. "We questioned Frances (she laid that was her name) but we didn't learn much from her. She said that she had only lived with her new mother about a year. We asked her where she lived before she came to her new mother. She said she couldn't remember, for soon after she went to her new home she got UK and it was three or four months before she was wen again, and then she was taken away to a place 'where there was lots of water. She used to tell me, though, about a big house she had been in it seems that she lived there for some time. "So, we just kept Frances all of

these years Phil, it's been about seventeen years since that hap

pened, it was just about two months after you left for Europe ah i I can remember It so well, It seems as if 'twas just yesterday, But, Phil If the child isn't yours, who Is she, then? We have grown to love her very much and we adopted her legally, Phil, all the time thinking of her as your ctuid." "Dear," Phil said, "I don't know a thing about her. SHE might nave adopted her after I went away, but surely, she would have written and told mo. When I meet her, just introduce me as 'Uncle Philip.'" "Yes, Phil," Mrs. Cawell said, "I will. It would not do for me to say Here is Daddy for she calls John Daddy, and me Mother, and iova us very much, I know." Soon after the children returned from the theater and they were &11 In turn Introduced to Frances' uncle Phil. Uncle Phil was a little bit surprised to see Frances as a young girl as they had been talking about the child or 'the little girl.' In fact, he had prepared to give his little niece' a kiss, but when he saw her he held out his hand. , "Why, Uncle Philip" exclaimed Frances, "you're not nice at all When my other uncles come to see me they always kis me." "Then, I suppose this uncle will have to do the same to keep ud with the others," smiled Philip, as he kissed hex. The days glided away as if by I magic, and the more that Philip saw of his niece the more he liked her. In a few more days the Bortons and the Dewes and the one Pale would return. The were all begging hard to take Frances back with them for a week or two and Mr. and Mrs. Cawell had about decided to let her go. Frances, herself, wished to go. It was true, the children were much younger than she, but she liked them and their company. "We don't want Tartnership sent until after we get home, do we?" asked Mr. Borton, "because there would be no one there to take care of him." He did not give any one a chance to answer, but immediately dropped the subject and began talking about something else. 1 Billy noticed this, and nudged Betty. . "He wanted to let us know that he didn't intend to send him right away but he doesn't want us to discuss It Wonder why?" "He's got something up his Bleeve, 111 bet." Betty said. "There's where I won't bet against you," Billy grinned. A few days afterward, when the children and Mr. and Mrs. Borton boarded the train for home they also had the 'begged-for person' with them. Julia R. Burr. Continued next week. ' ST. BERNARD RESCUERS Floral Merrill We St. Bernards' originally came from the highest inhabited spot in the world, far up in the peaks of the Alps, in Switzerland. There, back in A. D. 962, Bernard de Meuthon, a monk, built two hospices or refuges for travelers in the St. Bernard Pass. Nine months of the year snow surrounds these hospices, and even when winter is at its worst, over two thousand peo ple pass that way. Sometimes the monks do the,

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Will Have Orchestra Whitewater is organizing a school orchestra very fast, and soon they will begin to practice in earnest. Professor Hicks, connected with several musical activities in the schools, will be supervisor of the orchestra and Mrs. Stillinger will be assistant supervisor. Rehearsals will be held once a week. guiding, but often one of we St. Bernards lead a traveler along. And, if any one gets lost, -wecan find them'. Many lives have been saved by us, and by the nourishment which the good monks always fasten to our collars. The old St. Bernard seems to have been more like bloodhounds than we are. In 1815 an avalanche swept away all of the original band of dogs, and a strain of Newfoundlands was brought to replace them. We are descended from that strain. One of the most famous of us all

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was called Barry. He saved 42 lives, and his, skin was mounted and may be seen in the museum at Berne. Barry lived to be fifteen iears old, very aged for us, for the cold cripples us and we usually die at the age of ten. Some of us grow very big, but the smaller dogs are better suited for work in the mountains. It was the work we carried on for many years which first sug gested the way for dogs to become j heroes on the battle field. Wei might be called the "original Red Cross dog, for the spirit of rescue is the same, whether it be carried on amidst the snow-fields and glaciers of the Alps or on a stricken battle-ground. Boys' and Girl's Newspaper Service. MY TRIP TO FLORIDA My name is Mary Burnett. I am going to tell about my trip to Florida. On November the 26th, I started to Florida for the winter; the reason I went was because I had poor health. ' My grandmother had gone several weeks before I decided to go. I left Richmond November the twenty-sixth, at 3 o'clock In the morning. I was one night and two days on the way. We met a train that had a wreck and had to wait till .it was off the track. But we finally arrived at Jacksonville. My grandmother was waiting for me at the station. Just as soon as I got to her house I wrote to my friends back in Indiana. We stayed In Jacksonville about three weeks, Then we went to live in South Jacksonville with a lady by the name of Mary Ella Henry. She had a daughter by the name of Gertrude Henry. We stayed in Florida five months and I got very homesick to see my friends before I got back. My father was waiting for me at the station. I got ""back home all right, but never aim to go again without my parents. Mary Bur nett, 10 years old, Webster school, 5th grade. Honorable Mention In" the Story-Writing Contest. Spend less time envying the brains of the kid across the aisle and a little more in using your own.

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eTUST B 5UN. The greatest thing today is Love, It comes from a heavenly thron above; It helps to heal the broken wound. And melts the hardest heart of stone. Love helped our soldier bovs s true Under the Stars and Stripes of red, white and blue; Love helped the boys to stand tha test, Because they loved their country best. Now love your brother and your sister, And you must love your neighbor, too; You must love your mother best of all, And the world will love you. Don't you ever smile? Other people do! Smile at everyone you meot, And the world will smile at you. Can't you speak a word of cheer, Help some sad heart far or near? If you are really good and true, The whole world will cheer for you. Can you not throw out a blessing? There are not many people that do. Show the world the kind deeds you will do, And the blessing will come back to you. Friend, keep on smiling every day. And leave some sunshine along the way; If the whole world would do its part, There would be sunshine in every heart. Betty Estelle, 111 North Third St. WANT ADS FOR SALE A girl's bicycle; in excellent condition. Phone 2362.

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