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ByrJessie Ethel Shergold.
VStop, oh stop!" Dick Wetherell
chuckled. Higher ancHugher he sent
the swing. It was suspended from a
tree branch, and every time he sent
it whirling with its precious freight,
elfish, sparkling Elida Mason, it took,
her way out beyond the bank, direct-
Musingly Stringing a Chain of Daisies
ly over the purling brook fifteen feet
"Promise me'& kiss-and I'll let up,"
, "A kiss," flared forth the spoiled
beauty. "Impudent! It will be a
good hard box on the ears, if I ever
get down to earth again."
"Which you won't until you prom
ise," declared rollicking, mischief
loving Dick. "One more!" and he
sent the dainty passenger with wildly
kicldng feet' and expostulating voice
off on a venturesome parabola curve
that was fairly terrifying.
"Oh, you tease I wouldn't kiss
you if you was the last man Jn the
world!" breathed Elida furiously.
"Say, I'll just catch and stop .the
swing next time, and take my pay
highwayman fashion," insisted Dick.
"Will you! There smarty!"
"Gracious!" gasped Dick, and stood
Elida had let go of the ropes.
There was a fleeing vision of wav
ing hair and flying skirts.
Splash! She went out and down
like an expert diver. Then twenty
feet from shore she landed on the
soft bottom of the stream, waist deep
in the water, but glorious in her wild
wayward beauty, defiant and daring.
"Oh, say!" cried the enraptured
Dick, sliding down the bank and mak
ing recklessly for the heroic figure in
mid-stream. "That was grand! -Why,
I love you ten times more than ever
for such grit You're a famous one.
Why, I'd wade through fire to get
you now, and here goes!"
With a mocking half smile on her
lips Elida stood almost inviting him
on to his fate. He waded ahead, con
fidently anticipating no trap. Sud
denly those quick hands of the little
sprite went out paddle fashion. Eyes,
mouth, face, he received a deluge of
water slap-dash; half blinded, utterly
taken off his balance, he noted that
she had sprung at him. With a deft
whirl she sent him off his feet, de
livering a resounding box on one ear,
and he went flat into an aqueous bed,
struggling, spluttering, baffled.
"Goody!" rang out a silvery hail
of lofty disdain and triumph, and
shorewards sped Elida to vanish
among the wildwood verdure before
the discomfited Dick could recover
"She's a jewel!" "voted Dick, en
thusiastic for all the dampness and
discomfort as he waded ashore be-'
draggled. He did some serious think
ing as he proceeded homewards.
They had been friends, chums since
early boyhood and girlhood. They
1 had shared youthful hopes, fears and