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TEH many, many year the DoiT ;A Fa pi. Fairy decided to visit ner peo- ,l on earth and to endeavor i . m w them Jumpy. Her people, of course, are the little girls and the very little boys. And among these Wise Folk tor the girts and boya are the very wisest among mortals , she , chose to make her appearance In r the form of a doll. "Mother, I should ao like to have .! that beautiful doll!" eried the -little girl, who was going shoppine with her mother. So, because the mother waa ' rich and her daughter always had whatever she wished, the doll with the flaxen curls and the large blue ' ' eyes, which opened and shut, and the "NEVER WAS THERE! movable Joints, became the possession .of. this, -little. glrL . At Irst tho law was proijd of her ' beautiful dolly and she was as happy as could be.' But she was already be ginning to tire of it, as rich little girls often do, on the day Nurse tdok her for a troll In the park. Dolly was carried. In the, arms of her. mis tress. - , ' Perhaps you have guessed inat the lovely doll was none other than the Doll Fairy. And as the fairy had great jower. when the little girl had finished her tompnniona" thav trees, , and upon the gorgeously tinted leaves laid In a carpet on the ground, she was made to forget all about the doll nes tling at' the base of a great oak. So 1 the doll was left behind when the rich little girl began her Journey homeward. , ... However, the Doll Fairy did not In- ' tend to remain Idle. She had made one little girl happy for a time; now he wished to bring Joy to some other girl one who would appreciate the Hunting Tricks a m I'm aze-rleved was Tom. His big M brother was going hunting, and although Tom pleaded to accom pany him the brother had cruelly re fused. "I don't care; I'll show him that I can hunt as well as he." muttered Tom. Detaching a great mirror, Tom has- ' "ALONG CAME A RABBIT" tened with It from the house down to a hollow In the woods where he knew gams was plentiful. Then he brought a net from the tennis court The mir ror he fastened as you see In the pic ture, so that It would turn freely upon the pivot rod. Behind It was arranged the net In the form of a trap. And in a hollow In. front of the mirror, lay a TUMBLED INTO THE NET" cabbage, so that Its Image was cast In the -mirror. Pretty soon along came a rabbit It caw the reflection of the cabbage In the mirror, leaped for the mirror, and the next' Instant was trapped within the net. ! - Tom, who waa hidden nearby, then tied the rabbit In exactly the same spot formerly occupied by the cabbage. Not an hoar had passed before a fox also "TRAPPED A WOLF" l-.iped for tb mirror, nftef tha rabbit, urut k tha glass and aa tumbled Into the net-.. .... v And by tying sv turitey last, xom ti ij ' i ir r i !' - - r, I,-- i i i . i l ma oven- wv, .. i j? proud. Indeed, was ha of the re- i of his day's bunting. And you i l 1 seen how astonished Tom's ) r-Mhcr was end chagrined, too,. ;;. h hi he Uiusclf had pacsed no e t . -4 doll even 1 more than had th -' rich little girl Soon there came walking- by a lad who seemed quite poor. He was searching for nuts, but only half heartedly, since his thoughts were with his tiny sister, who lay very 1U at home. Then he saw the dolt And the boy was Ailed with wonder ment as he said to himself, "Surely, there never was such a beautiful doll. How pleased little sister would be with it IT . Therefore the boy gently raised the. Doll Fairy In his arms, and holding It carefully, so as not to soil the pretty dress, he bore It to the little girl who was sick.'. , SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DOLL." This little girl, whose name was ' Lucy, cried with Joy when she beheld her brother's gift So glad was she that quickly the sickness left her. Not long was It before she waa complete ly recovered. "And I am sure the dolly Is the rea son for It all." she said. Again the Doll Fairy used her magic, eo that a thought came into the little girl's bead, and she sighed, regret fully: "Since the dolly came to make me happy and well, I'm sure It would do the 'same -for some other ,41ttle girl, who perhaps needs Dolly more than L" From hand to hand passed the won derful doll, bringing cheer and glad ness into the home of many a little jglrL And as the sprites In Fairyland report that she has not returned, I've no doubt her noble mission Is not yet endeo. Perhaps some one you know may own the Doll Fairy; but rest as sured that she will not possess it long, for the Fairy wishes to please thou sands and thousands of the lassies she loves before she goes back to her home In Fairyland. Unfinished Dreams WHEN the story you're reading is thrilling, And your spine with excite ment is chilling. How disturbing to read in the text: "Tis continued this tale in our next" But It Isn't as bad not at ail As the spiteful, the clamorous call That awakens you always, It seems, 'Fore you get to the end of your dreams. jjow Paul PAUL lives with his father, the villag blackamlth, and hli mother and Aunt Harriet In the town of Buechwtck. Long- Island. The Revolutionary War Is on. and Paul's father is one of those en gagrd in the battle of Long Island. Paul rune to the red barn after the eound of -firing In over. Lieutenant Dick Ilemaen. a neighbor, dropa In. wounded. Shortly after ward a party of British soldiers arrive and dlecusa plans for an attack on the nearby fort. The lieutenant and the lad overhear the conversation from their hiding place In the hay. and when the British are gone the soldier dispatches Paul to the fort with two messages one real, and the other a decoy. (CONCLUDED FROM LAST SUNDAY.) PAUL carefully tucked the pellets away, In different pockets of his Jacket He stiffened, put his heels together, and saluted, as Dick had taught him. "Good-bye, Lieutenant Dick," said he. Lieutenant Remsen's eyes gleamed brightly as he returned the salute. But his voice had a suspicious huskl ness when be replied: "Good-bye, Private Paul." Without a pause the lad darted across the open space between barn and meadow. Creeping through the tall grass of the meadow, he waded the brook (without even thinking what mother or Aunt Harriet would say to him for wetting shoes and stockings). And slipped Into the woods beyond. Shortly he found Dobbin grazing peacefully In a sheltered hollow, as unconcerned as though there were no euch events as wars. Not an Inch did the faithful be&st move when the lad - climbed a big rock and scrambled des perately upon his back. Otherwise. Paul never would have succeeded in mounting; for to htm this was a great height, unattainable, except through the assistance of a father or a fence or a watering trough something much higher from the ground than he. But, although Dobbin permitted this liberty. It took him the longest time to realize that his tiny rider wished .him to! undertake a Journey.' After much tugging at the ahaggjr mane and prodding with heels, however, the boy Induced -htm to move out of . the woods on to tha road. From Bueschwlck It was no great distance to the ferry station, which stood upon the site of the Brooklyn of today, and It wis toward this point that Paul directed the horse. ' The boy was now very near t a bend of the road, beyond which be would ba able to see tha rude hut by Chief jj ml r : CHAPTER (l The "Savage." CRASH! Thump! Thump! Mrs. Buelow sprang to her feet at the ominous sounds. "I Just know It's my rare Bangkok vase!" she exclaimed, hurrying into the next room. Uncle Hubert followed more slowly to where Ronald was ruefully picking himself up. An upturned .cor ner of rug and a fallen tabouret told the story of a tripping and woeful disaster. "I'm awfully sorry, mother; I didn't go to do It!" stammered the lad In guilty confusion. But the mother, without appearing to hotlceThim, was stooping to gather the fragments of her treasured pottery, as she cried in & distressed voice:' "Oh, child! child! how could you have been so careless!" For a moment Rchn'd stood helplessly by, then, realizing that his presence was not entirely pleasing, he turned and si lently withdrew. But he was not yet beyond hearing distance when his moth er said, petulantly: "The boy Is a perfect savage. It seems that he can' move without stum bling over furniture or breaking some thing. I can't understand why he should be so awkward." A DIFFERENT KIND OF BOY "But, Alice, you know most boys are rather clumsy at bis age." remonstrated Uncle jHubert. "That may be true," returned Mrs. Buelow. warming to her subject, "but Ronald seems different from other boys. He doesn't get along well at school. His sister, who Is fully a year younger than he, Is faf ahead of him In her studies. All he likes to do is to ramble through the parks, and I can't allow him to go , out much to the neglect of hla studies although I must admit he isn't In the best of health. Oh, he seems so Btupld!" Uncle Hubert caressed his beard thoughtfully. "The boy does look bad. and that's a fact," murmured he. "I'm afraid, Alice, you're trying to force learning upon the lad at the expense of his health. You know thetbraln is most active when the body Is In he healthiest condition. And this sort of life, here in the ferry and the fort a little to one Bide. But hardly had he rounded the curve when . Dobbin, of his own ac cord, suddenly stopped. Crossing the road several rods ahead were a trio of British troopers. Paul sat very still. Then he quickly drew from his pocket the pellet Lieutenant Remsen had told him to destroy and swal lowed It It was a great deal bigger than even the largest of the Immense pills the village doctor gave nlm sometimes. Then, too, it stuck In his throat in a horrid, nasty manner; but "PAUL RAN FROM THE he gulped It down manfully. Dob bin In the meantime had commenced grazing: leisurely by tha roadside. "By my faith,- have; we come across' another rebel!" exclaimed one of tha soldiers, espying the wee figure, which appeared even smaller on tha broad back of 'the horse. Paul was. ever o much frightened, but he remembered he was to say ho had coma from tat fort. ThU ha told , became (Copyright. 1S08, by The North American Company.) Howling VvT " mmmmm . mmm mm "WOtiD LIKE TO BE A SAVAGE" a New - ork flat,- doesn't seem to be very healthful, to say the least. Of course, the boy la. yearning to be out In the woods. Every red-blooded American boy has the same kind of feeling. Nor I can't say that I blapie hlrn greatly Just now for disliking to cram hla head' with the wisdom found In textbooks. "What I propose is this: Let him go to Novla Scotia with me when I return to my snur little cottage on Friday. He has the proper sort of stuff in him. and I'll wager I'll make a man of him In no time up there In God's own coun try. Have his sister come. too. A short visit won't do Florenceany harm. The children shouldn't be cooped up so much of the time in the city; they really oughtn't!" Leaving Mrs. Buelow to reflect upon the matter. Uncle Hubert strolled Into the library, where he found Ronald en sconced among the cushions In the window-seat The lad looked up moodily at his uncle's approach. Uncle( Hubert's face assumed its most cheerful expres sion, however, and he laid his hand upon Ronald's shoulder, consolingly. "Don't mind It, my boy." advised he. "Accidents will happen, you know." "Oh, I don't care about the vase so much," muttered the boy. "I suppose I oughtn't to gay that, because mother prizes such things a great deal. But she has so many vases that I don't be them in reply to their questioning although he Just knew that mother or Aunt Harriet (especially Aunt Har riet) would say that it waa a lie, and "little boys shouldn't tell lies," you know. Paul wondered If It even would be right to tell a falsehood In order to save your country. "Let's see this message you talk about." one soldier demanded testily. Paul handed him the pellet The man opened it and carefully began to spell out its contents, his comrades looking over his shoulders with ln- V BARN TO THE MEADOW" terest Ater much difficulty he read: "Lieutenant Remsen: "Received warning of proposed attack. We move immediately from present po sition. HopeVou soon will be able to Join your command, "COLONEL PHILIP HAJX." "Strange kind of latter," commented the holder ot tha missive, "Tea. but the youngster seems truth ful, and this note certainly bears him out 'Tig queer they should choose such lieve it matters much, and I break such lots of things without meaning to that she's pretty well used to It by now. What does hurt a, fellow, though, lsJo be called a savage and awkward, and oh. I don't seem to be able to please her anyhow. Father Is ap very, very learned, you know, and she's set her heart on my being like him. She can't excuse my being so dumb, especially since Florence is so smart at her les sons. I do try; honest. I do. Some how, though. I can't help being an Ig noramus. That's what they call fel lows who don't know things In books, even If they can tell a few things about .. trees and flowers and squirrels that most smart chaps don't know. They're .the studies that savages like, and yes. I guess mother's right I AM a cavage. . and I want awfully to live like a sav age. In the woods!" Uncle Hubert clasped the. lad's hand In silent sympathy. Then he whispered: Tm a savage, too, Ronald. I love the sky and the forest and the stream, and the sea the sea that booms and breaks upon the shore-line within sight of my home. 'And listen, Ronald! I think there's a chance mind, I say a CHANCE that you and I may be able to play at being savages before so very many days." (CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY). How Animals Go to Sleep SCOTCH terriers are especially fond of finding a flower bed In which to sleep by day. Our sheep have lost nearly all their wild instincts but one, which is to seek the highest place pos sible In which to lie down and rest; they have been known to climb to the top of straw-covered sheds. If there is- a hill in the pasture. -they go. to the very top. London cats are said to mount to the top of water tanks. Rabbits choose sunny banks for a daytime nap, and foxes, and even otters, go to sleep on the rough grass or sedges. Birds seem to prefer the topmost branches of dead trees. Many of them seem to think that the telegraph and telephone wires were strung for birds to roost on. Pigeons, especially, take to dead trees. The sea birds always select some dead tree or branch for their perch when they wish to sleep. u Soldier a messenger, however." said one com panion. !'At any rate. Lord Howe should see this. Mayhap : it will mean promotion for us." . "More likely a reprimand for being ab sent ap long!" retorted the third mem ber qf the party. "Can't you see, num-' skull, that the rebels will be out of reach before we can do anything?" The flxst speaker reflected. "That ex plains," concluded he, "why the rebels haven't taken greater precautions to keep this note from falling into our hands. They're probably over the river by this time." After sternly commanding. Paul to walk home as fast as he could, promis ing that something "awful" would hap pen If he disobey, a soldier took posses sion of Dobbin and rode on to deliver the captured message to General Howe, Howe, possibly, was Influenced by the message to believe that the Americans had escaped across the river. History, will tell you that he made no move to attack. Had he done so, the superior number of British surely would have killed or captured every soldier in tha fort, Inasmuch as the Continental sur-t vlvors of the battle of Long Island were unable to cross therriver immediately, their boats having been destroyed. There could have heen ho escape. Nor was It until a day or so later that Washington sent craft, and, under cover of a heavy fog, succeeded In transport ing the survivors over to where tha main body of the Continental army was encamped. Paul didn't feel like a hero when he fhtng himself, sobbing. Into his mother'i arms. But that Is what Lieutenant Dick called him, and Lieutenant Dick cer tainly ought to know Just what hero was. But even If THE didn't, thera waa no reason to doubt tha word of those soldiers, who. through Dick, learned of the exploit They, one and all, pro claimed the lad a true hero. This pleased tha little) boy. of .course. But proudest of all waa he of a special hopor conferred upon him, an honor which . brought about tha realization of his dearest ambition. On tha roll of en listed men in tha, company to which Lieutenant ORIchard Remsen and Ser geant John Elliott belong waa now to be found the name. "Prlvata Paul -Elliott!" -.. vKwtv " '. Paul was at last a aoldlep. . ,. THE END Ofifca. tfHte, y 1 INTIMAlEM was the boy officer,. Colonel Francois Rebaut. with his marshal, there was one subject he never touched upon, and that waa the exile of his father. The Marquis de Rebaut had lived In his chtfteau In Anjou, where he owned broad estates. But as his sympathy was entirely with the old form ot . government under Louis, he was ex iled "from France and his possessions confiscated. He crossed he channel to England. What grieved the mar quis most was that his only son, Francois, remained loyal to Napoleon and entered the servloe of that doughty, general. This the lad did, even though he was given no share of his father's lands. Strange It was that Francois should have been thinking of his father on the eve of battle. He was alone with the marshal, who wondered at the silence of hla favorite Officer, Inas much as the young colonel was usual ly In his gayest and brightest mood Just before an engagement If the bey was disturbed by sad thoughts he did not show It on the mOrrbw, when the French met the allies In fierce encounter. As the marshal's aide, he was everywhere upon the field, riding hither and thither at breakneck speed to enforce his chiefs orders. It so happened that he Joined In the charge of a regiment of hussars. With such vigor did the French cavalry hew their way through the enemy'f ranks that soon the allies retreated. Just as Francois was about to make his way back to the marshal he observed that one of the prisoners looked strikingly familiar. Wheeling his horse, he approached nearer. He was shocked to discover the man was his own father! Much disturbed, he Wilfieim o . V THE day of July 4. 1S. there was great excitement ' In the handsome marble palace of Potsdam, Germany. This waa because a baby boy had Just been born.' He probably looked little different from thousands of other babies, although people were quick to say he much re sembled Kaiser William. But this was natu'-' Inasmuch as tha tiny s t'':; r - ' fa.- tr- . PRINCE WILLIAM'S FIRST FONT baby boy waa tha grandson Of the ruler of Germany. Later you would have known ba was a prlnca had you .heard his name William . Frederick Francis Joseph Christian Olat To siva a lotof time. however, people usually speak of him as Prlnoe Will iam, or Wilhelm. . . - ' - Long before now the royal prlnca haa been able to coma out from this white palace, which stands by a pretty lake, and play about tha grounds. You see him In tha picture v,' ' : -. v-.-; .-'.v-,;', Dov ooMier0 TAKEN CAPTIVa reminded himself of hla. duty to tha marshal and rods quickly away. That evening Francois sought tha regiment of hussars with which ha had ridden during tha forenoon. As he was well known among tha men, he mad his way without difficulty to the guard tent, in which the pris oners were kept, securely bound. "I want to speak alone with a pris oner you hava here." said tha colonel to tha guard. "Take your "post aoma distance away." Springing upon tha guard, Francois wrested the man's weapon from him arid with a single blow felled him to tha ground. - Then ha slipped into the tent Hero ha saw an elderly man, who sat with his head bowed dejectedly. "Father!" said Francois, softly. - "My boy!" cried tha man, struggllnf to release his arms In order to clasp his son. RELEASES HIS FATHER "Quietly! quietly!" cautioned Fran cols. Leading the old man outside the tent, he cut his bonds with one stroke of the saber. Rapidly he drew the mar quis over the lines, then gently shoved him away with the words: "Run for your UfeP Afterward the colonel walked calmly to the tent of the marshal and reported what he had' done. The marshal could hardly repress his consternation and sorrow, but as Francois bad confessed that he had liberated a prisoner taken from tha ranks of the English, there was noth ing to do but court-martial the lad. The penalty, of course, was death. Next morning Francois was led out to be shot But so much was he loved by his soldiers that not a man In the squad but refused to fire the fatal shot " Meantime the marshal had sent a message to Napoleon begging a re prieve for the gallant young colonel. And, to the Joy of all. Napoleon not only granted this request but In a note hastily dispatched, pardoned Re baut of Prxissia astride his very first pony. Doubt less ha rides as well as. did his father. Crown Prince Frederick William, or his mother. Princess Cecilia, when they were little and tfiey rode ex- WAIT, Prlncea haven't an easy time of It, you know. When William waa 9 yeara old he began the study of for eign languages;, he had dally drills and military exercises and was taught horsemanship. At 10 years he was made lieutenant Then It waa his privilege to walk beside -the stalwart grenadiers of the Kuard. I think ha must have liked this: don't. you? He must attend a mllUary cadet school, and will be under the strictest 'dis cipline, like any other young army : officer, until ha Is 'JL William now has , little brother, named Prlnca Louis Ferdinand, but he Is probably too busy to spend much time with tha baby, v -
