The San Francisco Sunday Call: Harcourt Williams ONCE upon a time there wae a good Fairy. Her name was Ripple, becaui* she was the ~ gayest and merriest little person imaginable— gay and merry folk always ripple with laughter, don't they?' If you asked where she came from she -would tell you that she came rrorn haunts of coot and hern," and be« foTe you could ask htr again frhat she meant by that she would bubble array in the sunshine and vanish down' tho"~ stream like a liquid diamond." . \u25a0 « On,e slorlous day in the early spring, viicn the. detr was " thick upon the rneadov*s and the rooming mlet had, scarcely risen, Rlrple was skimming along among the flat leaves, of the vater lilies, that look Ilk* gre«n pan cakes, when suddenly eh« etpJed a. little fish. This fleh wore a small brown jacket' and " was in a very sportive mood. "Good morning!'- said Hippie. •Good morning!" cried the fish, ex» ecuiing frcrh gambols In the Joy of his youth. 'Tell me your nume," said Ripple, us she dodged the fish's playful tail. •Tni called Samlet, which means 'a little salmon. " Then Ripple told h,hn licr name, and when he knew why she was co called he was filled with glad i:ei?s, for here, indeed, was a**sierry companion. "And wncre are you coins to. Rip ple?" Ije ra'd at last, when they were ouJ. of breath with playing. "I urn going down to the great sea,** replied Ripple. . '"Oh," si-Id Samlet, "that's just whero I Trant to go. They tell me that ray mother and father are down there and tuat one d&y I ehall go too." "Have you never been before, then?" replied Ripple. "Why, I've been often." "Really! " said Samlet, with admira tion, and had be h&tf them I am sure ii. :\u25a0"'\u25a0- Samlet, was so startled that he gave .one; twist: with his tall and vanished through the gates. Ripple- t»as • itr-.' rifled to see him disappear, so. rapidly, for she . knew that he would be r /// \u25a0\u25a0 ". "•:.'\u25a0 VHeip; rae! Help m?!' cried Samlet. ' "1 am caught on. this gridiron and am being battered to death by the water/* > So Ripple immediately rushed to the rescue, and, hurling herself through tlyt gates, fell with 'the torrent on ; th« grating. .But.:: alas! she .only, pushed' poor Samlet on to a narrow part, where there was no chapce of his squeezing through. So often : do rre hurt those tve love when we think fee are helping thcra. y." \u25a0 ; " .' .'.y "". • / \u25a0 . ' ' '• '.\u25a0 / Ripplo.could not stop, but was com» pelled to dash Into the river below. She cried with vexation .when she found how useless her efforts had been. £he was roused from her -distreaa,"- how-' ever, by -the- 6ound of. voices. . Tlie party who fiag come down in the canoe were standing on top or the sluice boses. • ; \ "Harry, don't! You're not. strong enough," the girl "\v ; as saying. "Oh, what rot." replied Harry as he pulled bard aCthe"*!ron" ring' mi tho lid of the sluice bos. At lasC" after, much puffing- and more,' grimacing,, the lid flew open with ; a jerk. -The chil dren gathered round to watch the wa ter gushing through the grating. . One of them pointed out ; some 'young /fish that were; lying quite still across the iron bars. They were dead. Probably they had;. been washed: over 'by' tho strength of the current and had either died- from lack of ""water" or "had been killed by the" torrent. . .- '. *•\u25a0 \u25a0 •'\u25a0- ".. "Poor little things!" said Elsie, tho Slrl who had first spoken. "Look! ' Look '" cried Harry "excitedly. "Do you sec: that young ealmon there?" "Where?" they all ajiswered., "Why," there! don't you see? Under the twig, with the . leaf : on.' : I } believe it's alive!" . ;Tbey were all^ fearfully exciled now and. craned over to -the edge to \u25a0 seo. Some could not ccc the fish at all;; and' those who could ". said that it did l not ' trealhe. But Harry still stuck: to* bis conviction and was determined "t