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his ears when she so strangely declined him. Could he be going
mad, he asked?' The principal was too worried to answer, but his
fiiend’s Inst words put an idea into his head. He sent for a physi
cian and at least partially confirmed his fears that she was sufferT
ing from a kind of insanity. A telegram was sent to Miss Devon’s
parents and they came to take her away to a sanitorium.
On the evening of their departure, a group of big-eyed girls
gathered in the study to discuss sadly the fate of their beloved
teacher.
“Did you hear,” said one, ’“that she never had a little sister,
Jane, or a brother?”
“Yes(t sighed another, “she is an only child and her father is
a carpenter and her mother not an invalid at all.”
“They are as poor as can be.”
“Well,” drawled a little girl from the South,'“I’m mighty sorry
for her folks, but I’m glad I’m not a prodigy. I reckon it’s just as
well to go slow and keep your wits. Come on, let’s go to bed.”
That night the light was out in Mary Edith’s room before the
retiring bell rang, nor did it appear there again at forbidden hours.
^¿¿^Jennie Lilly, TO.
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A Vanquished Race
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ANY years ago, before white man set his foot on the soil
of the great Pacific Northwest, there dwelt a mighty
race of Indians, called the Willamettes. They were so
powerful that all the great tribes of the Puget Sound were
allies to them and even the Indians of the east, knew of their ex
istence. These Indians dwelt along the banks of the great Oregon
river, or the Columbia, as the white men came to call it.
Perhaps the greatest mah of this. Indian confederacy was Mult-