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lace would meet the earl, Surely this was an odd-
and-end, and she would be home long before papa.

And so little May danced ‘in the sunshine with
Blondette, and Ellie sat on the mossy tree trunk and
drifted away into Scotland and the long by-gone
centuries. ‘

Once or twice she was conscious of the “ Merrily
oh-oh, oh-oh,” but the minutes sped away and she
never knew that the song had grown fainter and
finally ceased ; so absorbed had Ellie become in the

ELLIE'S HOLOCAUST,

ing wearily after her the empty carriage, light enough
now in her hands. Oh, how light her heart would be
at that moment if only the wagon were the heavier
for dear May’s weight !

As Ellie came in sight of the house she knew as
well as if it had been told her, that May was not there.

Her heart sunk like lead. How could she tell the
sad story! If only Dick would look out of his win-
dow! If only she could get at him without going
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fate of her beloved hero, that never once
were her eyes lifted from the swiftly turned
pages, until the dim light made it impossi-
ble to follow the closely printed lines. In
dismay Ellie looked around: the sunshine
had long since faded; the empty wagon
stood by her side, but where was May?

In terror Ellie called the child, but no an-
swer came. Up the wood path back and forth
she ran, calling “May! May!” but only the echoes
answered her.

It was still fairly light in the glade and on the
wood path, but the thicket lay black in shadow. As
far as Ellie dared to go, she went on either side,
climbing the broken rocks and searching among the
bushes, but no Baby May, nor any trace of her.

One hope Ellie had, though at best a faint one,
that the child might have gone on the wood path
towards the Cedars and be already at home. With
a heavy heart she took the homeward path, draw-

 

ELLIE’S HOP-SONG; “MERRILY OH-OH!”

Suddenly Ellie remembered Sam Langmaid’s sig-
nal—an odd musical phrase of his own devising,
that the boys in Dick’s old club still used as a gath-
ering note. Ellie had learned it for fun, years ago.
Now was the time to test her accomplishment.

Out it came, in shrill, clear notes that would not
have disgraced Sam himself. It reached Dick in his
snuggery, rousing him from a knotty problem in
Legendre,

As chief who hears his warden call,
To arms! the foemen storm the wall!