OSCAR T. W----.

It only remains to say that Marcus Aurelius is back home, at Lady
Margaret's; but she never makes a bracelet of him, now; most
ingeniously mended and stuffed, he abides perpetually in a glass
case; and she describes his perfections and his lamentable end with
tears in her eyes.



ANNA AND THE RATTLER

By Mrs. Cornell

A voice rose wrathfully in the back yard, "Wee-lie! What iss this?
You fell in the pig trough? Come here, that I beat you! Come here,
I say!"

Willie did not accept the invitation. A shrill whimpering was his
sole response. Twelve-year-old Anna stepped to the kitchen door,
peering round the sash. "Pa's scolding Willie," she announced to
her mother.

The storm continued to rage in the back yard.

"Shust look at your clothes! Go now! To the creek wit' you! Come
_not_ in the house until you are cleaned. Ach!"

Ex-Sea-Captain Schulz, now prune-grower in the mountain boundary