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- tlolibs-Mtrrlll company.
Thorpe romt' couth from the fron
Northland to wed. Wllh him ho brines
his Tt dK Knmn. also cnlled the Wild
Do because of his flrreeti. Kitrnn Hen
alklnir fit a room when . Irobel, Thorpe'
flunctc. mshos In nnd fulls on her knee
beside him. Thorpo shouts a narnlnir, but
,h does not heed. Kazan, llci still, cory
muscle n-milver. Ncer. beroie hnn nny
rerson dared ,to touch him so with ft
whip, nut this tlmo he does not snap.
Isobel then nlaj tho piano nnd. tho ilosr
comevnnd lies at her sldo. As das pss
Ksian's atlachment for, her grows. Thorpo
nd Isobel wed and with Karnn start back
to tho North. They are met by Mc
Crendy, n ulsnt Etilde if brutal appearance.
Xnsan remembers McCready as the man
Who murdered his former master. The trio
start northward and from the ery first
McCready stealthily follonfl, Thorpe's bride
with his rjes. Tho first nleht he, begins
drlnklnc Next mornlnK, Isobel Is sltltnc on
the sledge, her looso hair tailing about her
shoulders, when McCready comes up be
hind her nnd buries his hand In her treses,
Katnn seeing the movement, leaps nt Me
rrpntv Mho springs back Just In tlmo.
Thorpe, thinking the dog. has. sprung at
Isobel. selres a whip ami liegins lashlnp
ihlng
nnd
Kazan, irnuci pcizi" nwi pu a mum
nhhtnir tells htm of McCread's advance.
The second night McCready, drlnkn again.
Ijite at nlRht Kazan sees him disappear
among the trees nnd return with n club,
McCready arouses Thorpo nnd tells htm ho
has he-ird sonic ono prowling about the
camp. Tho two rtlrnppenr. but the guide re
turns alone. Ills fare Is like n beast's. Ho
rushes Into the tent where Inobcl Is sleep
Ing. The next Instant Kaian hears her
calling his mnster. Tho great dog throws
his whole up'-ht against the leisli and It
parts nlth a snnp.
CHAPTER Ill.-Coi.tlnued.
IN HA LP a dozen bounds Knznn mode
the tent nnd ruslicd under tho flap.
With n snnrl ho was nt McCrondy'n
throat. Tho first Bnnji of his powerful
Jaws wns death, but he did not know
that. He knew only thnt liU mistress
wns there, nnd that ho was flRhtlnc for
her. Thcro enmo ono choking Rnsplns
cry thnt ended with a terrible sob! It
was McCready. Tho man unnk from
his knees upon his back, nnd Knznn
thrust his fnnRS deeper Into his enemy's
throat: he felt tho warm blood.
The dog's mistress wns calling to him
now. She was pulling nt his nhacfiy
neck. But ho would not loose his hold
vr-not for n long lime.
When lie did his mistress looked down
onco upon tho man and covered her fnco
with her hnnds. Then she sank down
upodAIio blankets, She wns very still.
Her fnco nnd hnnds were cold, nnd
Knznn muzzled them tenderly. Her eyes
were closed, Ha snuggled up close
against her, with his ready Jaws turned
townrtl tho dead man. Why was sho so
till, he wondered?
A lontr time passed, nnd then sho
moved. Her eyes opened. Her hand
touched him.
Then ho heard n stop outside.
It wns his master, nnd with that old
thrill of fear fenr of tho club ho wont
swiftly to the door. Yes, thcro wns his
master In tho flrollRh and In his band
ho held tho club. Ho wns coming slow
ly, almost falling nt encb step, nnd his
fnco wns red with blood. Hut ho bnd
tho clubl Ho would bent him again
bent him terribly for hurting McCready;
so Knznn slipped quietly under the tent
flap nnd stole off Into the shndows. From
out the gloom of tho thick spruce ho
looked back, nnd n low whlno of love nnd
grief roso nnd died softly In his throat.
Thoy would beat him nlwnys now after
that. Even sho would bent him. Thoy
would hunt him down nnd bent him when
they found him.
From out of tho glow of the lire he
turned his wolfish bend to tho depths of
tho forest, There were no clubs or
stinging Inshes out In that gloom. They
would never And him there.
For nnother moment ho wavered. And
then, ns silently as ono of tho wild crcn
turcs whoso blood was partly his, lie stolo
away Into the blackness of tho night,
CHAPTER IV.
FREE FROM BONDS,
THERE wns a low moaning of the wind
In tho spruco tops as Kazan slunk oft
Into tho blackness and mystery of tho
forest. For hours ho Iny nenr the camp,
his red nnd blistered eyes gazing steadily
at tho tent wherein tho terrible thing had
happened n llttlo while before.
Ho know now what death was. Ho
could tell it farther than man. Ho could
smell It In tho air. And ho knew that
there was denth nil about him. nnd that
ho wns the cause of It. Ho lay on his
belly In the deep snow nnd shivered, nnd
the three-qunrtcrs of him that wns dog
whined In a gricf-strickcn way, while the
quarter that was wolf still revealed Itself
menacingly In his fangs and In the venge
ful glare of his eyes.
Three times tho man his master camo
opt of the tent nnd shouted loudly, "Ka
il I Kazan Kazan I"
Three times the woman camo with him.
In the firelight Kazan co;Ul see her shin
ing hair streaming about her, as he had
seen It In the tent, when ho had leaned
up and killed the other man. In her bluo
eyes there was the same wild terror and
her faco wns white ns tho snow. And
the second and third time, she, too, called,
"Knzan Kazan Kazan" and all that
part of him that was dog, and not wolf,
trembled Joyously nt the sound of her
voice, and he almost crept in to take his
beating. But fear of the club was the
greater, and he held back, hour after
hour, until now it was silent again in
the tent, and he could no longer see their
shadows and the Are was dying dawn.
Cautiously he crept out from thethlck
gloom, working his way on his belly to
ward the packed sledge and what re
mained of the burned logs. Beyond that
sledge, hidden In the darkness of the
trees, was the body of tho man he had
killed, covered with a blanket. Thorpe,
his master, had dragged it there.
He lay down, with his nose to the warm
coals and his eye3 leveled between his
forepaws, straight af tho closed tent
flap. He meant to keep awake, to watch, to
be ready to slink off Into the forest at
the first movement there. But a warmth
was risincr from out of the crav nsh of
tho Are-bed, and his eyes closed. Twice
three times he fought himself back
into watchfulness; but the last time his
eyes came only half open, and closed
heavily again. '
And now, In his sleep, lie whined
softly, and the splendid muscles of his
legs and shoulders twitched, and sud
den shuddering ripples ran along his
tawny spine. Thorpe, wh was In the
tent, if ho had Been him, would have
known that he was dreaming. And
Thorpe's wife, whose golden head lay
close against his breast, and who shud
dered and trembled now nnd then even
as Kazan was doing, would have known
what he was dreaming about,
In his sleep he was leaping again at
: the end of his chain. His Jaws snapped
like castanets of steel-and the sound
awakened him, and he sprang to his
et, his eplno as stiff as a brush, and
bU . snarling fangs bared like ivory
knives. He had awakened Just In time,
here waa movement in the tent. His
master was awake, and If be did not
escape ' -
He sped swiftly Into the thick spruce,
and pimea, nat and hidden, with only
Vr v a hawlns from behind a tree,
lie knew that his master would not spare
i . Tbteo tunes Thorpe had beaten
nun for snapping at McCready. The last
time be would have shot him if the girl
had not saved him. And now be had
rn1)?Cready'a throat. He had taken
the lifefrom him, and his master would
sot spate him. Even the woman coold
ot save him.
"" gas sorry that his master bad
returned. fda zed and bleedtnir after hi ,
had tornlSIcCready' Jugular. Then hi
would haV had her always. She would '
nave lorthIm, She did love him. And i
" wpqiq tove followed her, and fought
or er alaj-E, ftn4 died for her when '
ha t-mo cjtne bu, Thorpe had come
- lrn- tot; forest agalri and Kazji had
slunk nwny nulckly-for Thorpe meant
to him what nil men mennt to him now:
Tho club, the whip nnd the strange
things that spat fire and death. And
now
Thorpe had come out from the tent.
It wns approaching tawn, nnd in his
hand ho held n rifle. A moment later the
girl enme out, nnd her hand caught tho
man's arm. They looked toward tho
thing covered by the blnnkr-t.
Then she spoke to Thorpo nnd he sud
denly straightened nnd threw back his
liend.
"H-o-o-o-o Knznn Knznn Knzan 1"
ho called.
A shiver rnn through Kazan. Tho man
was trying to Invelglo him bnck. He hnd
in his hnnd tho thing that killed.
"Knznn Knznn Kn-n-n-nznnl" he
shouted again,
Knzah sneaked cautiously bnck from
tho tree. He knew that distance meant
nothing to the cold thing of dentil thnt
Thorpe held In his hand. Ho turned his
head once, nnd whined softly, nnd for
an Instnnt n grcnt longing filled his red
dened eyes ns he snw the Inst of the girl.
Ho knew now thnt ho was leaving her
forever, nnd thcro wns nn ncho In his
henrt thnt hnd never been there before, a
pnln thnt wns not of the club or whip,
of cold or hunger, but which was greater
thnn them all, nnd which filled him with
a desire to throw bnck his head and cry
out his loneliness to tho gray emptiness
of tho sky.
Bnck In tho enmp the glrl'n voice quiv
ered, "He Is gone."
Tho mnn's strong voice choked a little.
"Yes, he Is gone. Ho knew nnd I
didn't. I'd give a yenr of my life If I
htuln't whipped lilm yesterday and Inst
nlRht. He won't como bnck,"
Isobel Thorpe's hnnd tightened on his
arm.
"Ho willt" sho cried.. "He won't leave
me Ho loved mc. If he wns savage nnd
terrible. And he knows thnt I love him.
He'll come bnck "
"Listen!"
From deep in the forest there entne n
long wnlllnR howl, filled with a plaintive
sadness. It wns Knznn's fnrewcll to tho
woman.
After thnt cry Knznn sat for a long
time on his haunches, sniffing tho now
freedom of tho nlr nnd nntchlng the deep
block pits In tho forest about him ns
they fnded nwny before dawn. Now and
then, since the tiny tho traders hnd first
bought him nnd put htm Into slcdgo
trncos nwny over on the Mackenzie, he
hnd often thought of his freedom long
ingly, the wolf blood In him urging him
to tnko It. But he hnd never quite dnred,
It thrilled him now. There were no clubs
here, no whips, none of tho man-bensts
whom he hnd first lenrned to distrust and
then to hate.
It wns his misfortune that qunrtor
strnln wolf; nnd tho clubs. Instead of
subduing him, had ndded to tho snvngery
that wns born In him. Men hnd been Ins
worst enemies, They hnd beaten him
time nnd ngaln until ho was almost dead.
They called him "bad" nnd stepped wide
of him, and never missed the chance lo
snnp n whip over his back. Ills body was
covered with scars thoy hnd given him.
He hnd never felt kindness, or lovo, jn
tll tho first night tho womnn hnd put lcr
warm little hnnd on his bend nnd hnd
snuggled her fnco closy down to his,
whllo Thorpe her husband hud cried cut
In horror. Ho had ulmost burled his
fangs In her white fle.'h, but In nn in
stant her gentle toucn and her swtct
voice hnd sent through him thnt wondoi
ful thrill thnt wns his first knowledge ol
love. And now It wns a man who wns
driving hlm from her, nwny from the
hnnd thnt hnd never held a club or a
whip, nnd ho growled ns ho trotted deeper
into the forest.
Ho came to the edge of a swamp as
dny broke. For a tlmo ho had boon filled
with i strange uncnslness, nnd light did
not quite dispel it. At Inst ho wns free
of men. Ho could detect nothing that
reminded him of their tinted presence In
tho nlr. But neither could ho nmell the
presence of other dogs, of tho sledge, tho
lire, of compnnlonshlp'nnd food, nnd so
fnr back ns ho could remember they had
always oeen n part or ins lire.
Hero It was very quiet. Tho swnmp lay
In a hollow between two ridge-mountains,
and the spruce and cedar grew low nnd
thick so thick thnt there was almost no
snow under them, and day was like twi
light. Two things he began to miss mote
than all others food and company. Both
the wolf nnd tho dog thnt was In him de
manded the first and that part of him
that was dog longed for tho Intter. To
both deilre3 tho wolf blood thnt was
strong in him roso rcsponslvcly. It told
him thnt somewhere in this silent world
between the two ridges there was com
panionship, and that all ho had to do to
find It was to sit back on his haunches
and cry out his loneliness. More than
once something trembled In his deep chest,
rose In his throat and ended there In a
whine. It was tho wolf howl, not yet
quite born.
Food came more easily than voice.
Toward midday ho cornered a big white
rabbit under a log, and killed It. The
warm Mesh and blood was better than
frozen Hall, or tallow and bran, and the
fenst ho had gavo him confidence. That
afternoon he chased many rabbits, and
killed two more. Until now, he had never
known the delight of pursu and killing
at win, even though lie did . t eat all
he killed.
But there was no fight in .he rabbits.
They died too easily. They were very
sweet and tender to eat, when he was
hungry, but the first thrill of killing them
passed away after a time. He wanted
something bigger. He no longer slunk
along as if he were afraid, or as If he
wanted to remain hidden. He held his
head up. His back bristled. His tall
swung free nnd bushy, like a wolf's.
Every hair In his body quivered with the
electric energy of Ufa and action. He
traveled north and west. It was the call
of early days the days away up on
the Mackenzie. The Mackenzie was a
thousand miles away.
He came upon many trails In the snow
that day, and sniffed he scents left by
the hoofs of mooso and caribou, and the,
fur-padded feet of a lynx. He followed a
fox, and the trail ted him to a place
shut in by tall spruce, where the snow
was beaten down and reddened with
blood. There was an owl's head, feathers,
wings and entrails lying here, and he
knew that there wero other hunters
abroad besides himself.
Toward evening he came upon tracks
In then snow that were very much like
his own. They were quite fresh, and
thcro was a warm scent about them that
made him whine, and Ailed him again
with tn.it desire to fall back upon his
haunches and send forth the wolf-cry.
This desire grew stronger In him as the
shadows of night deepened in the forest.
He had traveled all day, but he was not
tired. There was something about night
now that there were no men near, that
exhllaiated him strangely, The wolf
blood In him ran swifter and swifter.
Tonight It was clear. The sky was Ailed
wth stars. The moon rose. And at last
he settled back In the snow and turned
his head straight up to the spruce tops,
and the wolf came out of him In a long
mournful cry which quivered through the
still nlaht for miles.
For a long time ha sat and listened I
after that bowl, tie haa founa voice a
voice with a strange new note in It, and
it gavo htm still greater confidence. He
had expected an answer but none came. I
He had traveled in the face of the Ind.
and as he howled a, bull moose crashed
through the scrub timber ahead of him,
his horra rattling against the trees like
the tattoo of a clrur birch cluo as no put
distance between himself and that cry,
Twice Kazan howled before be went on.
and he found joy In the practice of that
new note Ho came then to the foot of
a rpugn nose. ano. mrueu uk u wi ui
swamp to the top of it. The stars and
the moon were pearer to. btn there, and on
the other ld of the jid;e he looked
down upon a grent sweeping plain, with
a frozen lake glistening In tho moonlight
and a white river leading from It off Into
timber that wns neither so thick nor so
black as that In the swamp.
And then every muscle In his body grew
tense nnd his blood leaped. From far off
In the plnln there came a cry. It was his
cry the wolf-cry. His Jaws snnppcd. His
white fangs gleamed and he growled deep
In h s Ihront. He wanted to reply, but
some strange Instinct urged him not to,
Thnt Instinct of the wild wns already be
coming mnster of him. In the nlr, In tho
whispering of the spruco tops, In tho
moon nnd tho stnrs themselves, there
brenthed a spirit which told him that
whnt lie had honrd wns tho wolf-cry, but
thnt It wns not the wolf cnll,
CONTINUED MONDAT.
$50 HILL FLUTTERS OUT 13TJI
FLOOIt WINDOW; CAUGHT IN AIR
Captured by n Hotel Porter Before It
Touches the Ground
A JBO bill wns swept out of a 13th floor
window of the Bellcvue-Strntford by a
playful breeze. This ,vnB while the New
Year's revels were, ns some neonln nav.
nt their height, nnd those who say that
usuniiy pronounce, "Height" with the Anal
"h", There wns In thnt bill tho capac
ity for giving New Year revelry at the
height of 13 stories, and If thnt wns
what the money wns ror tho ewner wns
not going to lose the chnnco to spend It.
As the J50 bill fluttered nnd Bpun
nnd whirled In spiral1) toward Brond
street ho rushed to tho phone.
"St-bt-st-stop thnt tfSO bill," he stut
tered to the clerk nt his desk 13 stories
nenrer the centre of tho earth.
"I nm prepared." renllcd tho clerk.
j calmly, "to stop anything except n bill.
ir mo uiu is ror you, I trust that jou
will pny It without a murmur.
By this tlmo the o had reached the
third Aoor nnd wns twirling nearer and
nearer to Its logical doom In a wasto
pnper cnn. The stutterer fumed over
the wire.
"Th-th-thnt's what I want to pay my
b-b-blll wlththa. $50 note that Is d-d-drop
ping d-d-down from tho window."
Then the clerk sent a po.'ter out Into
Broad street nnd the porter deftly
cnught the JM bill nnd returned with It
nonchalantly to the desk. It was sent
up to the 13th floor.
ALAS FOR FINNEY'S TOES
Mrs. Castle's Dancing: Pnrtner in Un
pleasant Mixup in Broad Street
Tho valuable toes of Olln Finney, who
dances with Mrs. Vernon Castle whllo
Vernon Cnstlo Is on his way to drop
bombs on (lermnns, hnvc been stepped
upon. They have been trodden upon by
Ob, no, no, not that; not by Mrs. t'nstlel
but by "a big. burly sort of person,"
who was celebrating tho New Year by
dancing about the sldcwnlk.
They mixed It up a little In Broad
street. It was reported, while merry
mukcrs with horns looked on, never miss
ing a note ns thoy watched, blowing.
Mr. Finney got a scrntch under tho eye
brow, n soiled collar nnd a dirty boot
mnrk upon his spnts. He gnve tho burly
one sovcral blows, but could do llttlo
damage, as the latter wore no collar or
spats to get soiled.
FARMER SMITH'S
P?HPPP Ijnpuy &tto Ienr to tlje &m'nJoto Club,
nub a great bi$ toelcome to 1916!
GOOD-NIGHT TALK
Dear Children A very dear lady said to me the other day: "Why does
the sun rise?"
All children's editors are very wise and SUPPOSED to know EVERY
THING. But in all my life I had never stopped to nsk myself: "Why does
the sun rise?" I have seen its gold rnys rise as though from the ocean
itself. I have seen the sun rise over the mountains and across the plains.
But why?
The sun, dear children, rises because it HAS TO!
Remember that when you want to lie in bed in the morning. The sun
HAS TO get up and is never, never late. So let it be with you.
If you HAVE TO do something you don't like, just remember dear old
Father Sun who never tires who never uses an alarm clock.
Remember that if Father Sun forgot to rise just one thing would
happen it would be the END OF THE WORLD.
Whatever you have to do, DO IT!
FARMER SMITH,
Children's Editor, Evening Ledger.
FARMER SMITH, The Children's Editor,
The Evening Ledger, Philadelphia, Pa.
I wish to become a member of your Rainbow Club and agree to
DO A LITTLE KINDNESS EACH AND EVERY DAY.
SPREAD A LITTLE SUNSHINE ALL ALONG THE WAY.
NAME
Address
Age
School I attend
Our Postoffice Box
Welcome, another pair of twins,
Beatrice and Cecelia Mayerson,
Thompson street. A very sweet letter
accompanied the picture. It says:
"My sister and I are twins. We have
read the stories in the Evening
Ledgek and have enjoyed them very
UEATitlCB AND CECELIA MAYBHSON.
much. We are going to hold Rainbow
Club meetings at our house once a
week."
Rose Conforto, South 13th street,
wrote us a very nice letter, She is
only 9 years old and we are quite
proud of her. Rose Fisher, North 4Ui
street, is very aaxlous to send pUl
Quits Idleness and Easygoing Life to Enter Real Busi
ness Declares Every Girl Should Learn How
to Do Something
FORTY years ago girls with any social
standing at all wero satisfied to lead
Idle lives until they were married or to sit
nt home nnd let their nearest mate rela
tive support them If they didn't marry,
meanwhile bemoanln. tho fato that pre
vented them from having all the frills and
furbelows they wanted.
The girl of today Is nn entirely different
type. If she has not what Bhc wants or
If tho family fortunes nro temporarily or
permanently Impaired sho goes out nnd
seeks a Job or starts 'some money making
schemo for herself. Mnny girls grown
tired of society's frivolous demands hnvo
gladly given It up for the more purposeful
world of business.
Of this latter typo Is Miss Elizabeth
Collin, ono of the several Main Line girls
who have recently gone Into business for
themselves. Miss Collin hnd devoted a
great deal of her life to tho study of
music, but sho realized that It would
nvall her little as nn Income producer,
so she decided In spite of her family's
opposition to start a business for herself.
Through a friend she obtained a tiny
shop In West riillndclphln, which hnd
been used for a Christmas sale, and
there for the Inst two years hns not only
done a successful business but hns mndo
a name for her shop In the nenrby
suburbs ns the best place to buy dainty
Rifts.
Miss Coffin, with a true business sense,
felt the need of such a shop as sho
cards to the shut-ins. If any more
club members would like to do that,
the club will gladly furnish them with
the names of little ones who would be t
happy to receive their bright little
messages,
Mary Heaney, North 27th street,
sends a lovely little note on her very
own stationery, Many of her friends
have joined tho club and wo trust
that each one of them will be faithful
to the postoffice box, Francis Lee,
Pemberton street: "I am very glad I
joined the Rainbow Club." So are we,
Francis, our heart goes pit-a-pat
every time the mail man comes in
with his bag full of new members!
Honor Roll
(For wtek ending December 18.)
Otto Kaufman, .Butler st.
Madeline Cuneo, Salter st.
Elsie Birchey, N. American st.
Lottie Caya, Fairmount ave.
Esther Hill, N. College ave.
Rose Arata, New Market st.
Marizita McKeon, Merion, Pa.
Harry Steffler, W. York st.
Hannah Hymen, Richmond st,
Mildred Dl Santi, Carpenter st.
Ifjl
planned; sho know that tho women of
West I'hilndclphin would be glad of a
chance to buy gifts nnd baby clothes, not
uly lit reasonable prices, but In a quiet
place wlii-ra every thing was at hand,
so she made icndy to supply them with
Just such nn opportunity. Her Arst Idcn
was to get the services of so-cnlled
"decayed gentlewomen" for the line
sowing, but she found through prnctlcnl
experience thnt girls who were nccus
tomed to working regularly were moro
satisfactory nnd she now bna a corps
of Spanish sewing girls who do ex
quisite work.
Miss Collin believes that no matter
whnt a girl's station In life or whnt her
future prospects are, sho should bo
taught somo business or trade, even If
sho never uses It,
"You cnn never tell," she said, "what Is
going to happen. I have known girls who
had everything henrt could wish or money
could buy suddenly And themselves with
nothing but some expensive clothes,
through denth or fnlluro or something.
And those snme Rlrls hnd to stnnd the
most humiliating things from friends and
relatives, because they could not enrn
their own money and hnd to rely on tho
kindness of others for their very living.
"Of course," she continued, "lots of
girls become social secretaries or com
panions to elderly relatives; but that,
somehow, does not seem to mo like really
earning your living. It Is more like dis
guised charity."
RAINBOW CLUB
The Story of a Raindrop
DOWN!
DOWN!
DOWN!
The afternoon was dark and little
Willie Raindrop found himself slowly
slipping, slipping from the great big
black cloud which hung in tho heavens.
Suddenly he felt himself whirling
through the air, but as he went toward
the earth he became rounder and
rounder until he felt like a little ball.
Looking down underneath he saw a
tree.
"00! Oo!" ho said to himself, "I
hope I don't hit that awful-lookng
thing."
But before he knew it, he had land
ed gently on something which looked
to him very much like the blue sky.
Then he said out loud:
"Perhaps I fell up and landed on a
piece of the sky."
"Oh, no, you didn't," said a sweet
vojee near him. "You landed on a
violet."
"Excuse me," said little Willie Rain
drop, "you were so blue that I
thought you were the sky."
"No, indeed," said the sweet little
voice, "but I stole my color from the
sky."
They were quiet for a long time,
then Willie Raindrop said: "I wonder
what happens next!"
"You must be patient," said the
violet with a sweet voice. "By and by
you will sink into the deep moist
earth and then come out into the bab
bling brook, flow on into the rippling
river and then to Mother Ocean where
you may stay for a year and a day
and then come back to your home in
the sky."
"How wonderful!" exclaimed little
Willie Raindrop.
By this time it was night and the
clouds overhead began to pour down
other raindrops once more and soon
another little raindrop joined Willie,
and sure enough he sank into the deep,
soft earth and began his long, beauti
ful journey.
We shall hear more of little Willie
Raindrop as he nestles there in dear
Mother Earth.
Do You Know This?
1. What is the matter rwith this
sentence? "I'm alright," (Five
credits.)
2. Without using the same letter
twice in the same word, how many
words can you build from TYPE
WRITER? (Five credits.)
3. What is the smallest State in the
United States? (Five credits.)
The names of those who joined the 1
Rainbow Club this weet will be found j
on page 13. i.
ofwhorn Thomas W. Lazvson
said:
"I would rather own his
God-driven pen than Rocke
feller's and Morgan's com
bined fortunes."
of whom the Australasian
"Nation" saidz
"He will be the pathfinder
for an army of conquerors."
of whom the London
"Academy" said:
"As a figure, as a person
ality, a force, he has no living
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of whom the Houston
"Chronicle" said:
"He is a torpedo shot
from the torpedo tube of the
twentieth century and aimed
at the obstacles that stand in
the way of the twenty-first
century."
of whom the Portland
"Oregonian" said:
"He is a new King Solomon
and with a dash of Robert
Louis Stevenson."
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