discovering there an excited little collie.

"Why, Tom," he called, "I thought Cecil's
collie was dead!"

"She is," called back Tom.

"No, she ain't neither, for here she is,
shakin' like an aspin, and a beggin' me to
go with her. Come out, Tom, and see."

It was Nita, no denying, and the men, per-
plexed, followed her to Cecil's shack, where
they found him babbling.

But that was the last of her. Cecil said he
never felt her on his feet again. She had
performed her final service for him, he said.
The neighbors tried to laugh at the story at
first, but they knew the Taylors wouldn't take
the trouble to lie, and as for Cecil, no one
would have ventured to chaff him.




THE HOUSE THAT WAS NOT


BART FLEMING took his bride out