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By Mildred Caroline Goodridge, "Bertha," I wouldn't stand it! If I were in your glace I'd I'd run away." . "Where to, sister,-dear?" "To Roscoe Dalton, of course. Why, you're settling down like a crushed victim. Father will break your heart before he gets through with his self-willed ways. Look here, if you won't act with some pluck I'll "Thunder!" He Ejaculated. stir up something!" scolded Daisy Newcombe. "It's thinking of mother that makes me hesitate," murmured Ber tha, and then she dropped her fair face into her hands and went on cry ing. "They call me 'Tomboy Daisy,' " soliloquized her sister as she left the room. "Well, I'll do something that will make them talk, this time. I'll begin it by sending a telegram. I'll wind up by keeping sour-faced, mean old Silas Banks away from our house tomorrow, if I never do another thing!" Impetuous, fiery Daisy ran down the stairs, pulled on thick leggings and donned her warmest atjtire, fpr it was winter, with snow piled tour feet high along the walks. She flung her self out of the house. She was a good deal younger than her sister, in fact just fifteen, but she had the soul of a woman and the nerve of a real heroine. Daisy went to the little railroad depot and indited a brief, message. It was to Roscoe Dalton, a hundred miles away, and it read: ."If you care anything for Bertha come quick or some one else will get her." , Then Daisy turned her eye and ear toward the big snow-clad hill rising up from the village common. She could see the young crowds with whom she romped the merriest to bogganing, she could hear their, gay shouts. Her lips set firm, her cheeks flushed, her bright eyes sparkled with determination, and she thought hard. "I'll do it!" she declared. "If Ros coe" will only come we can beat Silas Banks yet." Daisy proceeded to the hill. A dozen of her girl friends hailed her, but she was all business and had only a careless nod for them this time. She proceeded over to one side of the broad expanse where a dozen boys were erecting a snow fort. Shewas enthusiastically hailed as the captain general of the sport in anticipation, but she waved back an eager group, ready 'to surround and worshh) the girl favorite of their set. "Go back to your work, all of you," ordered the imperious little beauty "all but you, Ronald Grey. You just step aside with me. .I've got some thing particular to say to you." Handsome but sensitive Ronald obeyed her, flushing with mingled embarrassment, pride and devotion. "What is it, Daisy?" he asked de lightedly. "You like me, Ronald, don't you?" "Like you! " "Oh, yes, I know what the boys all say. Well, I'm going to prove if you do. Will you do something spe cial for me?"