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rrir closer your oilskin jacket T battle- tne swirling: snow, for to-night's storm is the fiercest Tfeat ver th cap did know. T flry eyo of the lighthouse. That has Hashed Us warnings far Out whero tho pitiless breakers Are pounding the eethlnjr bar, IIss been fast closed by tne pelting Of snow and blinding sleet. What help Is there now for the vessel A waif from the scattered fleet? Co down on the wreck-strewn beaches) Where the sea gives up Its dead; . Terchanco there will bo one living When the hungry waves are fed. Oo up on the reeling headlands. Where the sand and sleet fly fast, I'ropclltd by a thousand furies, pursued by the shrieking blast, And list for the boom of the cannon1 When the tempest has paused for breath; Jaere the mad waves are frightfully leap ing There ure men face to face with death. Then fight your way to the life crew, Those seamen true and brave. Who will battle the wildest billows, fear not! there are lives to sav. May the God who rules- above us Save to-night from the storm' wrath Both the sailor and lonely surfman Patrolling his wreck-strewn path. 4?eorge A. Cowen, In Boston Transcript. wild ICopyrlcht. 1898, by S. S. McOur. CHAPTER, XV. Continued. A few Inquiries informed him where Bowers had deposltcd.his source of sup plies, .and he watched until the miner went for a fresh portion one evening'. Hidcr was helplessly Intoxicated, and Bowers had been indulging freely him self, lie placed a little pouch contain ing about $300 In dust in- his pocket, and reeled out in the darkness without the faintest thought of danger. A heavy blow behind the earsuddenly sent him to his knees, and a pair of strong hands grasped his throat at the same moment, but the owner had no easy task to accomplish his object. The realization of his danger fully sobered Bowers, and w ith a stilled curse he tore the grip from his throat and gained his feet by main strength. It was too dark to see his assailant, but Hank Bowers was no coward, and instead of attempting to flee or call for help, he grappled silently with the would-be robber. It did not last long. Once his arms were about his enemy, Bowers was. master of the situation. Inch by inch he bent the other back until human with a groan the man's muscles relaxed and he fell heavily with Bowers on top of him. "Struck a snag that time, didn't yer?" he demanded, grimly, seating- himself on the other's breast and holding his wrists so that he could not draw a weapon. "Bet roe up, blast yer!" was the sullen reply as the man tried in vain tomove. "Want ter cet un? All right, pard. Jest remember I've trot a gun agin yer ribs, though, an if yer don't go all' quiet I II let a hole-through yen" As he snoke In; arose and allowed the man to do likewise, keeping- a stout grip onblscollar. I hen he said, sternly : "Go on where I push yer. I want ter see yer face." A short walk brought them. 1o the lent w hero Bider and Bowers slept, and into this the latter conducted his pris oner and lit a candles The light showed the face of a man about 30 years! with am expression of ferocity which was revolting, but Bow ers surveyed it with satisfaction as he sked "Well. Mr. Man, what made yer tackle me? Hard up?" "Yes." The fellow gazed at him unflinching Iv as he snoke. "I t'pose yer know I could come pret ty near hevln' ycrhungfer this job?" "Da It, d yer, an don't talk about it." was the prompt reply. Bowers released his grip, produced a 1 bottle of liquor from 'has pocKet anu held it toward his companion, saying: "Take a drink. You're a man after rov own heart, you be. You an' I kin do business, I guess. How would yer like fer lay yer paws on a couple o hundred thou, all in dust an' nuggets?" "What's that yer saying?" replied the man, wiping his mouth on his coat t!jivft n b lowered the bottle. Are yer makin' g-ame of me or what the " "Do I look like a chap that fooled? snarled Bowers, angrily. "I nln'tthct kind.: I know some chaps as has got a few hundred pounds o' the yaller stun til dug, an' If I had two or uircegoou men they'd whack up the swag witn me." Tmyermanl" exclaimed the other, t .. a . a 'T ain't , looKing- mm iuu iu - ' scared or a nine uioou. muuh hiuk snA I'll join yer!" "Know another pood man we could trust?" asked Bowers. "I've got a white-livered cuss with me as I'm poin' t cut loose from rrctty quick. Three will be plenty ter do the job." "Plenty ter divide with, too. Why esu't we manage It between us?" 'Course we kin." said Bowers, "an the fewer in It. the better. Two good men is bcttcr'n twenty for mh a job. Will yer stick ter me, no matter what hsppens? "I never went back on a chum yet, was the nromnt reply. "All right. Now, what' yer name, ; rrdr "My name's Turner." Wsll, Turner, ItV finish thlslicker j Ifet fest Ovlng-." It did. sot take long- to accomplish this, and then Bowers said: Til furnish the outfit an' take yer where the game is ter be played. You git one-third of ther swag- an' I git two- thirds. That's fair, ain't it?" "I can't kick on that," "All right. Now we'll pit some sleep an to-morrer we'll see if thar's any bosses ter be got. If I hadn't been a chump I'd. held on ter what I brought In with me when I come." Oa the following- day, however, he took a different view of the matter. It would be Impossible to start off on the trip without arousing- the suspicions of Obed Bider, and Bowers decided that he must be of the party. 'IIe's just the chap ter split on us if we happened ter have a scrimmage an' that was any fuss here over it. I dassent leave him behind. We'll take him an then he'll hev ter kecY his mouth shut when he's in the same boat with us." But after two days search he was unable to procure a single horse, so great was the demand. His gold was running low besides, and at last he dare d not wait any longer. Each man took as much provisions as he could carry on his back, and, early one morn ing, they started over the trail, armed with rifles and revolvers. When they had proceeded a few milts on their way, Bowers said: "Now, pards, we're out fer big game an we re got ter be mighty smari,u we want ter come out all right. We re likely ter meet some o' the party we're after any time. They can't tote all their dust in on their backs an' then thar's that girl. They must hev 'bout enuff by this time an they'll like enuff send one o the men ter Dyea after hosses fer the pang. See?" "That's hoss sense," replied Turner. "Wall," continued Bowers, "we must keep our eyes peeled that we don't let ourselves be seen by any scch man. It'll spile everything if we do." It was well for his plans that he did keep a sharp lookout, for before night he saw a speck far ahead on the trail which he knew at once to be a man. Be was standing on the edge of a piece of woods, and hiscompanions were behind him at the time. Stepping in the shad ow of the trees, he explaimed: "Thar's a man comin', an' I'll bet it's one o tnem we re alter, lie may ncv seen me, an' it won't do fer us. all ter hide. He won'tknowyou.Turnjcr. You keep on an pass ther time o day with him. Yer bound fer the fort, yer know. Keep right on, an' we'll hide till he's out o' sight, then we'll overtake yer." Turner at once walked ahead, while his two companions secreted themselves In the underbrush. They saw Turner stop and converse with the stranger a few moments, when the latter drew near them, and Bowers whispered: "It's the man they call Taylor! ne's goin after hosses sure!" All unconscious of the proximity of the two men, Taylor tramped sturdily on, and was soon out of hearing in the woods. Then the two left their ambush and hurried afterTurner, who awaited them far out on the plain. "What did he say?" inquired Bowers, eagerly. "Asked me where I was bound an whether there was any hosses ter begot in Dyea," said Turner, who never seemtd to waste a word. "I knew it!" declared Bowers. "Now all we've got ter do Is find a snug place this side whar the trail splits an' take It easy till the dust is under our eyes. He'll be back pretty quick if he gits any hosses aa' then we won't hev much longer ter wait." Several days later saw them securely hidden in a piece of dense woods, but each day was divided into watches, when they took turns standing on sen tinel duty. From a knoll a short dis tance from the hut they had built the trail was visible for fully a mile, and from daylight to dark they watched it closely. Their patience was rewarded when late one afternoon, they saw Dick Tay lor ruling along to the north, leading a string of horses behind him, "Our time is most up now," said Bow ers, grimly. "He'll fetch the mine by to-morrer. Them two chaps with him I've scn round Dyea. They're rich chaps, I've hoard. He's picked 'em up an is- goin ter sell out." "How many will thero be of them?" asked Turner, "an. how's, the trick ter be done when they git here? D'yer reckon a regular holdup, or what?" "We might do it in thet way," said Bowers, "an' stan the risk o' glttin' wiped out, but it won't do ter risk it. There'll be too many of 'cm. I've got a scheme I'm goin' ter spring on 'em. Let's git back under cover an' I'll tell yet. what it is." When they reached their rude shel ter and lighted their pipes he outlined his plan- a follows: Upon sighting the party Bider was to conceal himself in the woods near the hut. Bowers himself was to remain in the hut on the boughs which served him for abed, while Turner's part was to meet the travelers and play the role of a decoy. "They all know my phiz," said Bow ers, "an some o' them knows llider. You are the only one they don't know. Of course, Taylor will remember tneet ln yer the other day when hewasgoln' In, on' yer can tell him you've met n chap as is shot hlsiself by mistake, nn' is almost dead. Ask one of 'em ter tome an' see If there's any chance fer him, or sonthin' like that. One of Vm is sure ter come, an when he gits In side Uie shanty we kin hold him up darned quick." "But what about the rctof them?" asked Rider. "Why, yer chump, when this one don't come back It's ten ter one thet another feller'll come lookin' arter him, an woTl fix him too. Then if the rest don't tome we'll go out with our puns nil of a sudden an' hold cm up We'll take all thar guns an horses on light out lively fer Dawson City. They'll be surs we've gone ter Dyeaan' W61I git off clean with the gold. It's nlgher ter Dawson Anyhow, then it la ter Dyea. We kin. git down by water an then take ther steamer fer Seattle, while they're lookin fer us round Dyea or Skaguay. Sec?" v "Great head," said Turner, senlen tiously, while even Bider began to be Impressed wiUi the clever scheme. It wtis also a great relief to know that there was to be no bloodshed, for, bad as he was, he had not the heart for such' deeds when he was sober. After carefully discussing every phase of their villainous plot and ax ranging the details the trio stretched themselves on their rude beds and weTe soon sleeping as soundly as though no guilt rested on their minds CHAPTER XVX ROBBED. All unconscious of the snare ahead of them, the successful gold hunters rode cheerfully along over the trail, their gold secured on theiranimals and their hearts filled with natural thanksgiving at their success. They were rich rich beyond their wildest hopes, and it had all been done in a few short weeks. They had registered their claims in Dyea, but there was considerable doubt whether they were located InAmerican or British territory, as the boundary line was not exactly known. This, how ever, had been fairly explained to the purchasers, who declared their willing ness to take the risk. This they could well afford to do, for they had bought the claims for about one-quarter their actual value, and were w:ll aware of tho fact. They had only to register them, in Dawson also to make them selves safe. Their progress was necessarily slow, for each horse carried not only a rider, but a large amount of gold as well. Where the. trail was very rough the men were forced to dismount at times, so that It was nearly night on the second day when the party drew near the piece of woods where Hank Bowers and his rascally confederates were hidden Taylor was leading the way as they reached the first trees, where already the lengthening shadows were stretch ing across the trail. The others were stragglingalong behind him, while Tom and Clara Avery rode side by side in the rear. In fact this had already become hlsi usual place, and his devotion was so How true It is that what man cannot get he desires most. From the littla lad of a few summers, to the aged gen tleman of 80 years, there is no one. to whom this truth docs not apply. Tho boy sees a toy and he wants one like it. The world will never be right with him, he thinks, until he has a jack-in-the-box like that of his playmate whom his mother takes him to visit once in awhile, and then its glory fades, and ha must needs have a set of blocks and build houses with them. He builds houses for a brief space, then sees something else and wants that. Dresses roust soon give way to 6hort trousers or he will never be satisfied. He is finally put into short trousers and for a few days he is quite the proudest creature in the household. But the pleasure ha gets in thinking what a man he is soon gives way to his desire to go to school; that Is followed by his anxiety to get out of school and to college. But a few years of college life, notwithstanding its freedom from care, and its delight ful friendships, cannot keep away the restlessness to get out into active lifo and to become a man of the world, tak ing part in its struggles and its I progress. And then ambitions of one 'kind or another come o him and he strives nnd strives in this direction or in that until he has attained his desire. But the attainment thereof does not bring with it the happiness ho had an ticipated. He must become rich, or he must make an artist, or a physician, or n literary man out of himself. But when he has done so there seems to bo just as great a distance as before be tween him and his long-pursued happi ness. And thus it goes the whole life through, one thing following another, and each one seeming to be the great f object of living, that upon which he must center all his energies. This it "divine unrest." Detroit Free Tress, Well) what made yer Ucklo me?" apparent that the others had come to regard it as a foregone conclusion that the young couple had met their fate in each other. Taylor was some ten yards ahead of his party when suddenly a man hur ried out of the woods at his left and came directly toward him, shouting: "Stranger! Hold on!" Checking In his horse, Taylor allowed the man to reach his horse's side and then exclaimed: "Who are you and what do you want?" By this time the rest of the party had reached the spot and halted "There's a man back in the woods a little way here that is hurt bad," re plied the newcomer. "Won't one o yer come an' see if sumthln' can't be did fer him? He's) in a bad way." Taylor looked hard at the stranger. Be was apparently about 40 years old, rather tall, a scar across his thin rose, which made his eyes seem close to gether. It was not a face to inspire confidence, but Dick Taylorhad notthe slightest suspicion of danger as he asked: "Who is the man and where did he come from? What's the matter with him?" "He's a sailor sort of a chap an his horse throwed him, he says. Then his pardncr skipped off an left him ter kick ther bucket alone." As the man spoke Taylor suddenly re membered his face. "Didn't I meet you not long ago on this trail?'' he demanded. With a well-assumed air of surprise the man drew nearer and stared at him a moment, then exclaimed: "Bight yer ore, stranger! Yer was boun fer Dyea afoot an' I was comin this way. Didn't know yer at first. Yes. I got 'long here tn found this feller most dead. I knocked up a sort of a shanty In the bush an pot him Into it, but he's dyin sure'syer born." "What's his name?" asked Avery, "and who is he?" "Says his name's Bider. Obed" "Obed Bider!" cried Tom and the s,econd mate, simultaneously. "That's it! D'yer know him?" asked the stranger.looklngat them with well feigned surprise. "The scoundrel!" cried Tom, jumping from his horse. "Come, Oreen, let's go and see if It is really him!" But Avery spoke up at this point and said: "Hold on, boys! Don't po rushing off like that! I don't take much stock In this story. Suppose It some sort of a trap? Bemembcr what we ore tsklng with us." "It's all right. Loss," urged the new comer. "You needn't be scared o' one man. This Bider begged me ter slay with him an I hadn't ther heart ter leavt him. I wouldn't leavt a dog Ui die in the bush alone. If yer don't want ter come, all right, but I hoped yer was men enuff fer that. I'm goin' back ter him. He may be dead by this time. "Where does your man ray he's from?' demanded Tom, his anger melt ing away as he thought of his enemy dying miserably by himself in this wil derness. "He says he's from Dyea, He had a pardner named Butters or some such name, ne's out of his head sometimes an goes on 'bout a lot o gold an how some one's goin tergltheld upansech nonsense. Then he's- got some papers an all he thinks about whenhe see 'em is some gold mine an a chap named Scott. That settles it!" cried Tom. "Corns on, Green, we'll go. Without waiting tohear another word the man turned on his heel and led the way among the stunted pines from whence he had emerged. Tom and Green followed him and the rest dis mounted to await their return. TO SB CONTINUED MAN NEVER SATISFIED. The Perversity of Humnn Nature Crops Oat Even Under (he Most Advantageous Circumstances. WHEN FEET MADE HISTORY. niiniarck'a Anger at French Worn en Who Laasheil at Ills Wife. Brinceas Bismajck changed the po litical history of France unwittingly, nnd but for her the Franco-Prussian war might never have existed. Women create history when they least suspect themselves of creation, and they alter n destiny when most unmindful of their deed. Bismarck was unfriendly to France, but Empress Eugen c hoped with her beauty to Influence him so that the little trouble with France and Germany might be smoothed over. She therefore invited the German prince nnd his wife to visit tho court of Franco, nnd Prince and Princess Bis marck arrived in great state at the Tui lories. That evening there was a grand re ception nnd Eugenie received the guests In a gown which made her so ravishingly lovely that even Prince Bismarck, German, stolid nnd in love with his wife, stood and gnzed upon her with nd miration. And Eugenie was not slow to observe the effect of her beauty upon him. She railed him to her side, and Bismarck came, with his wife upon his arm. Now, Princess Bismarck was tall and gaunt nnd ugly, and her feet were gen erous. As she walked she showed f fcrent deal of sole. While Bismarck stood talking with Eugenie nn audible titter was heard nlong the line of ladies. Bismarck, w ho was quick as n flash, followed ths glance of their eyes nnd saw them rest upon the feet of his wife. That settled the matter. The polls leal history of France wns altered front that moment. A year later when Parii was besieged Bismarck himself fired a cannon over the ramparts nnd those who were near him heard him shout: "Take that for the feet of Princess Bis marck!" The slight was avenged. Philadelphia Press. Four Ilnahanda, litit TSo IMjrnntlar. The marrying of four husbands, be Ing tried for bigamy nnd ycttotaeap tho clutches of the law Is not a vctj common occurrence. A Black poo' woman married her fourth husband nnd wns tried for bigamy, because her third husband was nlive at the time but she proved that her first husband whom she had legal grornds for sup posing dead when she iturrled her wo ond, mm really niivc wnen she married the third, making that union invalid and the marriage of the fourth valid which poos to prove that the maxln that two wrong do not make one rlgh docs not apply in English Jiw, at t.j hate. Paris Ileralf. PLAYING ALONE. I tjave some building-blocks, and play The Jolllcst games with th"in all Jay. I pile them high upon the table. And make the mighty Tower oC Mabel; And then I bul!J a railway train, With coal for freight and bags of grain. I'm passenger ar.il engineer, And I'm conductor, too that's queerl Uut when I play alone, you see, I im obliged to bo !1 three! I build a church, with pews and choir. And on the top a slender iilre; And make a temple on th plan Of one that standi In far Japan. Just like the picture which I took From out my last year's Christmas book. I build a criHtle, grand and tall, Furrounded by a thick, high wall; Storehouses, too a solid block: And once I built a great, w ide dock. And poured some water In a pail, . On wslch my paper whip could sail. And made believe It was a Bta. Oh, tnat was fun enough for me! If you have blocks and toys yourowJ, Tla not so bad to play alone! Woodson St. George, tn Youth's Compa.r-loo. UNIQUE-FOUR-IN-HAND. Ncu Jrraey Clrls Have Trained Some Turtle l'eta to Ilrnw a llolTa Carrlncc. There are four girls in New Bruns wick, N. J., who devoted a good part of their leisure time to rearing and train ing turtles. They have about three dozrn of them now, and of these four were so intelligent that they were trained to do all manner of queer things. Among other things they were harnessed together like a four-in-hand and made to draw a doll's baby carriage. The girls have now arrived at that age when they begin to think of doing up their hair, letting down their skirts nnd going to parties, and though they hate very rauch to give up their pets they begin to find them something of a bur den. The mere matter of feeding them is in itself a big task. These reptiles eat most anything, but they have a TURTLES DRAWIN'O DOLL CAR RIAGE. particular liking for snails and worms, and, like grown people, they can acquire a taste for almost anything. Last summer, when strawberries were plentiful, these three dozen turtles made away with two quarts of them, and then, bj way of nn entree, they disposed of 217 angleworms which a boy had been specially hired to dig for them. So you see, catering to a turtle is not the easiest thing In the world. When cold weather comes on, just before frost, these queer pets wriggle their way down into the soft ground as though it were quicksand, until they are completely hidden from view. There they remain until spring thaws everything, when they once more re appear. 1. Y. Herald. ANIMAL LIFE-SAVERS. DOG FOUGHT INDIANS. .XtiTfounillnnJ of l'loneer Dan 'Whose Memory la Honored In Keutuekjr Family. How n B'et I'ony iatrtl Ilia Mnater from J)roviilnjr nnd n 1'nt llra cued' Her Mlatreaa. An Interesting Incident was that in which u jmH pony was the direct means of saving his young master from drowning. The two had been out to gether fnr some miles for the usual morning ride, nnd on the return jour ney rode through some fields, wherein wero some ice-covered ponds. These the venturesome lad attempted to cross, but In the center of the largest the Ice gave way, and both pony nnd rider wrre Immersed. The pony scrambled out somehow, nnd gained the groui'd; but returned to the aid of its yourg maMer, who, by holding tightly to its ample mnne, wns dragged, safely to shore. In another notnble incident a young girl wn-j rescued from what might have been a dreadful death by the action of n pet kitten. The two had wandered from their cottage; home into tho woods, where the curious girl had Inspected the hollow trunk of nn old oak tree from the top end, nnd In ro doing had slipped down Into the deep cavity, and was unable to extricate herself therefrom. The kit ten, which appeared to understand the trouble of its youthful mistress, re turned home, nnd mewed piteously un til It induced a member of the family to go with It to the wood, where the cauae of its distreM soon became ap parent. Help was soon forthcoming, and the girl was saved from what might otherwise have bee a n living death. I nantlafnctor'. Bcowells Have you rend my lakt book. Mi-, Brlsay? Mist .Lrisay How can you nk such it question, Mr. Scowclls? Believe me, T lost no time doing that.--Brooklyn Life Mrs. Mattie Gilbert, living near Woodland, Ky., Is the possessor of an oil painting, the subject of which has an extraordinary history. The paint ing depicts a Newfoundland dog stand ing near the open doorway of a pioneer cabin. This dog, "Tom" by name, was the property of Mrs. Gilbert's grand father, Beter Patrick, and, w ith the lat ter, figured in the early Indian wars In Ohio nnd Kentucky, lie was in the battle of the Sandusky, In which Col, Crawford was defeated; in Gen. Harm er's defeat nt old Chillicothe; in Gen. St. Clair's defeat, and In Anthony Wayne's great and victorious battle on the Maumce. 'Tom," though wound- A Wy V 'l i; 1-i w Hi1 SUV W WW ,k K'J' TOM. TIIK INDIAN FIGHTER. ed many times, liv.-vl to a great age, and to his death was a beloved nnd honored member of his master's family. He despised an Indian, nnd it is said many a red man fell a victim to his ferocious attacks. The last engagement in which "Tom" figured was probably In 17U3, when a band of Indians attacked a small set tlement of whites in the eastern por tion -of Nelson county. In this attack many of the settlers were mnssacred nnd a number were made captives and taken to the Indian towns in Ohio. During this fight "Tom and his master did yeoman service, but final ly, seeing that all the odds were ngninst them, they fled to the denso forest surrounding the settlement. They were pursued, however, by a couple of Indian wnrriors and nn en counter took place. "Tom" sprang upon one of the In dians, and notwithstanding the latter was a brawny fellow, soon made short work of him. The dog's master, Beter Patrick, had not been so fortunate. His adversary had closed in upon him and had nearly overpowered him. At this juncture the faithful dog at tacked the Indian from the rear. The latter turned upon the nnimnl nnd struck him a vicious blow upon tho head with his tomahawk. This mo mentary diversion gave Patrick an ad vantage, and he drove his knife to tin; hilt in the Indian's heart, killing him instantly. "Tom" and his mas ter then succeeded in making their way to Lynn's fort, and in time Pat rick became nn honored citizen of Nolan county. "Tom," though he lived for several years afterward, never fully recovered from the effects of the blow he received at the hands of tho Indian. The picture of this remarkable dog here shown was photographed from the painting In the possession of tho venerable Mrs. Gilbert. Louisvillf Courier-Journal. THE BITER BITTEN. How Coco, n Mlach levoua Month Amerlenit .Monkey, I.oat Ilia I. tins:, l.rnrefnl Tnll. In South America thero once lived a young monkey named Coco, who spent his time in playing pranks, nnd even perpetrating cruelties upon his friends nnd neighbors in the forest. All the animals feared him so much t lint they organized picket service. The birds took turns in perching upon the high branches of the trees, and whenever the young monkey made his nppearnnco shrill cries of "Look out! here comes Coco!" resounded on all sides. So he soon found himself deprived of his neeustofued pleasure the plaguing und torturing of animals smaller nnd weaker than himself. One afternoon, however, he though! he saw one of the sentinels asleep on the branch of n tree that overhung a stream. He stealthily approached, glancing from light to left, but there was not a cry of alarm. "At last I shall avenge myself," thought Coco. He climbed noiselessly to the top of the tree, nnd, hanging by the rnd of his tail, let himself carefully down to the branch on which the bird was perched. It was a huge gray , bird, with nn enormous beak. Coco bal anced himself nnd with one paw seized the bird's tail nnd pulled out nil the feathers. The bird screamed nnd the monkey laughed, but the laugh wns suddenly cut short. Tho bird, at first stupefied by the sudden attack, quickly recov ered itself, and, turning, It bit Coco's' tail off. Howling with pain Coco fell Into the water. As lie limped sorrowfully home ho was greeted on nil sides by the hiss ingof serpents nnd the mocking laugh ter of birds. His mother dressed the stump of the tall, and tried to con sole him for his loss by planning tho fine revenge they would nve. "No! no!" said Coco; "they might cut off the little that remains of my tail the next time." The lesson had been profitable. The bird's tail grew out again, but Colo's remnlned short; and he was always sad, for he was very ugly without his long, graceful tail. CU'duviuM Bo y.uirer.