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ELIIE’S HOLOCAUST.

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A DECEITFUL APPEARANCE.

IS eyes were bright, his nose was pug, and black as any coal,
And on his neck a collar hung, with bells around the whole
Upon the velvet seat he sat, and out the window far
His eyes were fixed. How fine it was in that grand palace car!
But soon a stern conductor came, and frowned upon the pet:
“Dogs travel in another place; the rules, ma’am, you forget.”
The lady sighed, and bit her lip: “Dear me, sir, is that so?

You’d better let him stay.

I’m sure you cannot make him go.”

With lofty look, “We'll see to that,” the dignitary said;

“ Here, porter! come and lend a hand!”

Then to the task they sped,

And bravely from his wrinkled back they drew the fleecy rug —

But turned away with awkward smiles.

It was a porcelain pug.

BULLE’ S tO LOCAD ST,

 

By Mrs. Louisa T. CRAIGIN.

APA, may I read Scottish Chiefs?”
“Yes, dear, if you’ll make-it an odd-and-end
and not a business.”

Ellie had been having a “rummage” in the library
and had unearthed the three delightfully fat volumes,
bound solidly in brown leather, with a tarnished title:
The Scottish Chiefs, by the author of Thaddeus of War-
Having papa’s permission to read it, without
further delay it was tucked in at the foot of the
straw wagon; where Baby May was already enthroned,
with Ellie’s Blondette in her arms.

The children were going to Mrs. Newell’s on an
errand ; it was a lovely walk through the woods. Ellie
felt quite justified in resting for a half-hour and mak-
ing a beginning on the treasure. They were later in
starting home than Ellie had intended, but the wood
still looked bright and she chose it rather than the
longer road.

About half-way through was a lovely open glade
where they had often had picnics. The path crossed
it quite distinctly, but on either side the rocks and
woods wére thick, and there were some ugly places
where an attempt had once been made at quarrying
granite. The hollows were often half-full of water,
and the rocky débris was covered with moss and

 

vines lovely to look at, but treacherous to the
foot.

A low stone wall had at one time made a line of
separation between the glade and the quarries, but
it had been loosely and carelessly laid, originally, and
in many places had entirely disappeared.

The wood had seemed dusky, and this spot, open
to the sunshine, was very attractive, though Ellie
ought to have realized that only when the sun was
quite low was it possible for it to glint through the
trees in those long bright lines.

“ Ellie, Ellie, May wants to play house!”

“Oh no, dear, it is late; we must go home.”

“No, May wants to dance in the sunshine;” and
into the centre of the bright stream of sunlight danced
little May, singing her hop-song, as she called it, and
keeping time with her tiny feet to the “ Merrily
oh-oh ! merrily oh-oh /”

“Now, Ellie,” she cried, “you sit down and I'll
dance.” :

Ellie was tired: it was a beautiful resting place on
the old tree bole. May looked so pretty dancing in
the sunlight ! why shouldn’t she stop for five minutes?
she would so like to know if those dreadful men
really did kill lovely Marion, and how William Wal