It was only a memory now, that gray, wet Christmas morning when Allan had been brought home pale and limp, on a stretcher. They had started from bed at the first tap on the door, for his prolonged absence had begun to worry them, and Jack, unheeding his sprained ankle, had hobbled to it and flung it open. He stood silent as they brought the boy in and set the stretcher on the floor. He watched the doctor strip back his clothing, remove the rude bandage that had been hastily placed over the wound, wipe away the blood, and begin to probe for the bullet. Mary, too, had thrown on her gown and stood watching the operation with white face. “Doctor,” burst out Jack, at last, almost fiercely, “don’t tell me he’s dead! Don’t tell me he’s goin’ t’ die! He saved my little girl. Don’t tell me I let him go t’ his death!” “He’ll not die,” said the doctor, reassuringly. “The bullet seems to have been deflected from its course and to have made only a bad flesh wound.” But it turned the watchers sick to see the probe sink in deeper and deeper. Suddenly the surgeon gave a little exclamation and ran his hand under the boy’s shoulder. “Here,” he said to his assistant, “turn him over.” He made a quick cut with a knife under the shoulder-blade, and a little flattened piece of lead fell into his hand. “There’s the bullet,” and he handed it to Welsh. “Maybe he’ll want it for a keepsake.” And he proceeded skilfully to bandage up the wound. But it was not until Allan opened his eyes and smiled faintly up at them that Jack and Mary believed that he could live. They fell on their knees beside his bed, but the doctor hurried them away. “What he needs now is sleep,” he said. “Let him sleep as long as he can.” “But look at his poor face, doctor,” whispered Mary, “an’ at his hands, all tore and scratched. Do ye suppose them devils did that to him, too?” “I don’t know,” said the doctor. “Those scratches won’t hurt him; it’s that wound in the breast that’s dangerous. Now, let him sleep.” And sleep he did, all through that Christmas Day. The story of his exploit had got about, and a constant stream of railroad men came softly up the path to ask how he was doing, and to stand around afterward and discuss the story. All night he slept, with Mary watching by his bedside, and, when he opened his eyes next morning, she was still sitting there. The doctor came an hour later, looked at the wound, felt his pulse, and nodded encouragingly. “He’ll pull through all right,” he said. “He’s got a little fever, but that was to be expected. But he’s in first-class shape and will soon rally from that wound. Keep him quiet for a day or two.” Before that time, the fever had subsided, the wound was healing nicely, and the doctor pronounced his patient out of danger. “He’s pretty weak,” he said, “and must take things easy. Don’t let him strain himself any way, or he may open the wound. Keep him quiet and cheerful—his youth will do the rest.” How they vied with one another to nurse Allan back to strength again. Reddy, his old self, was the first caller, with his heart going out to the boy with a love that was well-nigh worship. “I don’t know nothin’ ’bout how it happened, Allan,” he said, wringing the hand of the white-faced boy, “but I think I can count on y’ not to be layin’ it up ag’in me.” Allan leaned back and laughed. “I think if you can cry quits, I can,” he said. How the great load rolled from off his heart as he saw Reddy, whom he had last beheld lying prone at his feet, now his genial old self again! “But, oh, Reddy, I did hate to hit you!” “Ho, ho!” cried Reddy; “if it had kilt me intirely, Oi’d ’a’ been th’ last to complain! Is it true, Allan, that I was runnin’ around with tramps?” “Yes, that’s true, Reddy.” “An’ hobnobbin’ with Dan Nolan?” “Yes.” “An’ abusin’ my missus?” “You didn’t abuse her, Reddy.” “An’ fightin’ my best friends, an’ wreckin’ railroad property, an’ actin’ generally loike a low-down haythen?” went on Reddy, rapidly. “Why, th’ only thing I can’t forgive y’ fer, Allan, is thet y’ didn’t knock me over th’ head long afore!” “I would, Reddy,” laughed Allan, “if I’d thought it would cure you.” “If it hadn’t cured me,” said Reddy, “it might ’a’ kilt me-an’ thet was what I deserved!” Joy is the best of all medicines, and Allan’s improvement was rapid. At the end of a week he could spend hours lying back in a padded chair, and Jack was finally prevailed upon to go regularly to work and leave the care of the invalid to his wife. It was on the platform before the station that the superintendent stopped him one evening, as he was hurrying home from work. “How are things out on the line?” he asked. “All right, sir.” “Going to win the track prize again this spring?” “No, sir,” and Jack grew suddenly grave. “One of my best men is laid up, y’ know.” “Ah, yes,” and the superintendent nodded. “How is the boy getting along, Jack?” “He’ll pull through,” said the other, slowly, “but he had a mighty close call. If th’ bullet hadn’t struck a rib an’ glanced off, he’d ’a’ been done fer. I went down t’ look at th’ place he got acrost th’ ravine, an’ I don’t see how he done it.” “Neither do I,” agreed the superintendent. “I took a look at it, too.” “Well,” continued Jack, “th’ fever’s over now, an’ he’s gittin’ his strength back.” “And his appetite, too, I dare say.” “Yes,” assented Jack, with a quick smile of enjoyment, “an’ his appetite, too. Why, it does us more good t’ see him eat than to eat ourselves.” “I don’t doubt it; but you mustn’t spoil the boy with too much coddling.” “Spoil him!” retorted Jack. “Not fer a minute! Why, y’ couldn’t spoil him, sir. He’s pure gold, all th’ way through.” The superintendent started on, stopped for an instant to chew his moustache, then turned back. “Jack!” he called. “Yes, sir,” and the foreman stopped. “You were saying,” began the superintendent, a little awkwardly, “that the boy’s eating again. He ought to have some dainties, Welsh; oysters and chicken and fruit, and that sort of thing.” “We hope t’ be able t’ git ’em fer him, sir,” answered Jack, with dignity. “Well, the road won’t let you get them,” said the superintendent. “We owe him a good deal, and we’re going to pay some of it this way. I’m going to stop in over here at the store and tell Fisher to send the boy whatever he wants and send the bill in to the road. I’ll see that it’s paid. Of course, we’ll take care of the doctor and drug bills, too. Now, maybe he’d like some oranges or pineapple or something of that sort right away. Anyway, I’ll tell Fisher,” and he hurried on, as though fearing to hear what the other might say. Welsh looked after him for a moment without saying anything, then turned toward home. And Mr. Heywood, hurrying on, stopped at the grocery and gave certain directions. “And see here, Fisher,” he concluded, “you’ll send the bill to me, but that’s nobody’s business but our own. I want them to think that the road’s paying for it.” Half an hour later, a grocer’s boy knocked at the door of the Welsh cottage and handed in a great basket of dainties, and Allan was soon smiling over a bowl of steaming oyster soup, with Jack and his wife and Mamie grouped about the bed watching him enjoy it. And I don’t believe there is any more exquisite pleasure in the world than that which they experienced in that moment! The winter days were clear and bright, and Allan found a rare enjoyment in lying back in the great chair which Mrs. Welsh had padded expressly for him, and looking out over the yards and watching the busy life there. He was sitting so one afternoon when some one turned in at the gate and mounted the path to the house. “Why, it’s Misther Schofield!” cried Mary, and hastily dusted off a chair with her apron, in honour of the distinguished visitor,—not that it needed dusting. The train-master came up with smiling face. “How are you, Mrs. Welsh?” he asked. “And how is the invalid?” He sat down by the side of the chair, and, reaching over, gave Allan’s hand a hearty clasp. “Do you know, I am ashamed of myself for not getting here before this,” he went on, genially, “but I have kept posted about you, because I wanted to know when you were ready to go back to work.” “I’ll be ready before long, sir,” said Allan, smiling in sympathy with his guest’s good humour. “I’m getting quite strong again.” But Mrs. Welsh interrupted him. “Listen at th’ boy!” she cried, indignantly. “Why, Misther Schofield, an’ him with a bullethole clear through him t’ think o’ goin’ out an’ workin’ on section!” The train-master was smiling more broadly than ever. “It does seem pretty tough, doesn’t it?” he said. “Here’s a boy who’s saved the company’s pay-car with two hundred thousand dollars in it, and the lives of ten or fifteen men, and came within a hair’s breadth of getting killed. And yet he has to work on section for forty dollars a month. But then, there’s not so much danger on section any more; we’ve routed the tramps, you know, for good and all. Still, it’s pretty tough.” “Tough!” and Mrs. Welsh looked at him with flaming eyes. “It’s worse ’n that, beggin’ your pardon, sir. It’s a sin an’ a shame! It’s a disgrace t’ th’ company!” Allan tried to silence her, but she would not be silenced. He stole a horrified glance at Mr. Schofield, and was astonished to see that he was still smiling. “A disgrace!” repeated that official. “Well, I agree with you, Mrs. Welsh. So we’re not going to let him go back on section. We can’t afford to waste a good man that way. It’s a little late for a Christmas gift, maybe, but he’s earned it and he’s going to get it.” Mary stared at the speaker, speechless. “There’s a job open in my office, young man,” he went on, turning to Allan. “It’s yours if you want it. It’s not such a very good job, for it pays only fifty dollars a month, but you’ll learn more about railroading there in a month than you can ever do on section, and you’ll be in line for promotion, and you’ll get promoted when you merit it. What do you say?” What could Allan say, with a heart too full for utterance? He reached out his hands blindly, and the other, understanding, clasped them in his strong, steady ones. And that was how it came about that Allan got the place in the offices which he had longed for, under the eye of the best train-master in the West, where, as he had promised, there was more railroading to be learned in a month than in a lifetime of section work. He became a part of the brain which ruled and directed the whole wonderful system. He came to know what the instruments ticking madly away on every table were saying. He proved himself worthy of the trust reposed in him, and on two critical occasions, at least, he displayed a nerve and quickness of judgment which caused the general manager to ask the train-master: “Who is this fellow named West you’ve got down there in your office, Schofield? He seems a good one.” “He is a good one,” Mr. Schofield had responded, earnestly. “You’ll hear from him again.” How the prophecy came true and what adventures befell Allan in his new position will be told in “The Young Train-despatcher”; but, whatever his successes, I doubt if he ever knew happier days than those he spent with Reddy and Jack Welsh on Section Twenty-one. THE END. ? Joel: a Boy of Galilee. By Annie Fellows Johnston. Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman. New illustrated edition, uniform with the Little Colonel Books, 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative . . . $1.50 A story of the time of Christ, which is one of the author’s best-known books, and which has been translated into many languages, the last being Italian. ? Asa Holmes; or, at the Cross-Roads, a sketch of Country Life and Country Humor. By Annie Fellows Johnston. With a frontispiece by Ernest Fosbery. Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top . . . $1.00 “‘Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads’ is the most delightful, most sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published in a long while. The lovable, cheerful, touching incidents, the descriptions of persons and things are wonderfully true to nature.”—Boston Times. ? In the Desert of Waiting: The Legend of Camelback Mountain. ? The Three Weavers: A Fairy Tale for Fathers and Mothers as Well as for Their Daughters. By Annie Fellows Johnston. Each one volume, tall 16mo, cloth decorative . . . $0.60 There has been a constant demand for publication in separate form of these two stories, which were originally included in two of the “Little Colonel” books, and the present editions, which are very charmingly gotten up, will be delightful and valued gift-books for both old and young. “‘The Three Weavers’ is the daintiest fairy-story I ever read,” wrote one critic, and the Louisville Post calls “In the Desert of Waiting” a “gem, an exquisite bit of work. Mrs. Johnston is at her best in this web of delicate fancy, woven about the deep centre truth.” Those who have read the stories as they originally appeared will be glad to find them published individually. ? Little Lady Marjorie. By Frances Margaret Fox, author of “Farmer Brown and the Birds,” etc. 12mo, cloth, illustrated . . . $1.50 A charming story for children between the ages of ten and fifteen years, with both heart and nature interest. ? The Sandman: his farm stories. By William J. Hopkins. With fifty illustrations by Ada Clendenin Williamson. One vol., large 12mo, decorative cover . . . $1.50 “An amusing, original book, written for the benefit of children not more than six years old, is ‘The Sandman: His Farm Stories.’ It should be one of the most popular of the year’s books for reading to small children.”—Buffalo Express. “Mothers and fathers and kind elder sisters who take the little ones to bed and rack their brains for stories will find this book a treasure.”—Cleveland Leader. ? The Sandman: More Farm Stories. By William J. Hopkins, author of “The Sandman: His Farm Stories.” Library 12mo, cloth decorative, fully illustrated . . . $1.50 Mr. Hopkins’s first essay at bedtime stories has met with such approval that this second book of “Sandman” tales has been issued for scores of eager children. Life on the farm, and out-of-doors, will be portrayed in his inimitable manner, and many a little one will hail the bedtime season as one of delight. ? A Puritan Knight Errant. By Edith Robinson, author of “A Little Puritan Pioneer,” “A Little Puritan’s First Christmas,” “A Little Puritan Rebel,” etc. Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.50 The charm of style and historical value of Miss Robinson’s previous stories of child life in Puritan days have brought them wide popularity. Her latest and most important book appeals to a large juvenile public. The “knight errant” of this story is a little Don Quixote, whose trials and their ultimate outcome will prove deeply interesting to their reader. ? The Rival Campers; or, the Adventures of Henry Burns. By Ruel P. Smith. 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.50 Here is a book which will grip and enthuse every boy who is lucky enough to secure it. It is the story of a party of typical American lads, courageous, alert, and athletic, who spend a summer camping on an island off the Maine coast. Every boy reader will envy them their adventures,—yacht-racing, canoeing, and camping,—which culminate in their discovery and capture of a gang of daring robbers; but the influence of wholesome, outdoor life in the development of manly character is well brought out. Henry Burns, the leader of the boys, is a character in juvenile fiction of whom we are likely to hear again. ? The Young Section Hand; or, The Adventures of Allan West. By Burton E. Stevenson, author of “The Marathon Mystery,” etc. 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.50 Every branch of railroading fascinates the average American boy. The shops, the telegraph and signal systems, the yard and track work, the daily life of danger which confronts every employee, whether he be the ordinary workman or the engineer of a limited express train, and the mysterious “office” which controls every branch of the work,—each holds out its allurements to him. In this story Mr. Stevenson’s hero is just the right sort, a manly lad of sixteen who is given a chance as a section hand on a big Western railroad, and whose experiences are as real as they are thrilling. He is persecuted by the discharged employee whose place he took, and becomes involved in complications which nearly cause his undoing; but his manliness and courage are finally proven, and the reward is his for duty done at any cost. ? Born to the Blue. By Florence Kimball Russel. 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.00 The atmosphere of army life on the plains breathes on every page of this delightful tale. The boy is the son of a captain of U. S. cavalry stationed at a frontier post in the days when our regulars earned the gratitude of a nation. His military training is begun at a very early age; and how well he profits by the soldierly qualities of manhood and honor and modesty and courtesy instilled is brought out in a series of incidents and adventures which will appeal to every youngster, and to many of their elders. Every phase of garrison life is included, for, though an officer’s son, his friends range from the colonel commanding to the trooper who taught him to ride his Indian pony. The author is herself “of the army,” and knows every detail of the life. From reveille to retreat her descriptions are accurate, which adds to the value and interest of the book. ? “Yours with All My Heart:” The Autobiography of a Real Dog. By Esther M. Baxendale. With nearly a hundred illustrations from photographs and from drawings by Etheldred B. Barry. Large 12mo, cloth decorative . . . $1.50 Mrs. Baxendale’s charming story, though written primarily for children, will find a warm welcome from all those who love animals. It is a true story of a deeply loved pet and companion of the author’s for thirteen years; and it cannot fail to inspire in the hearts of all the young people fortunate enough to hear it that affection and sympathy for domestic animals so essential in the moulding of character. ? The Roses of St. Elizabeth. By Jane Scott Woodruff, author of “The Little Christmas Shoe.” 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.00 This is a charming little story of a child whose father was caretaker of the great castle of the Wartburg, where St. Elizabeth once had her home, with a fairy-tale interwoven in which the roses and the ivy in the castle yard tell to the child and her playmate quaint old legends of the saint and the castle. This is just the sort of a story that girls love, with its sweetness and its fragrance and its faint echo of days long gone, with a suspicion of present-day romance at the end. ? Songs and Rhymes for the Little Ones. Compiled by Mary Whitney Morrison (Jenny Wallis). New edition, with an introduction by Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney, with eight illustrations. One vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative . . . $1.00 No better description of this admirable book can be given than Mrs. Whitney’s happy introduction: “One might almost as well offer June roses with the assurance of their sweetness, as to present this lovely little gathering of verse, which announces itself, like them, by its deliciousness. Yet as Mrs. Morrison’s charming volume has long been a delight to me, I am only too happy to link my name with its new and enriched form in this slight way, and simply declare that it is to me the most bewitching book of songs for little people that I have ever known.” Six vols., cloth decorative, illustrated by Sophie Schneider. Sold separately, or as a set. Per volume . . . $1.00 Per set . . . 6.00 Insect Stories. Stories of Little Animals. Flower Stories. Bird Stories. Tree Stories. Stories of Little Fishes. In this series of six little Nature books, it is the author’s intention so to present to the child reader the facts about each particular flower, insect, bird, or animal, in story form, as to make delightful reading. Classical legends, myths, poems, and songs are so introduced as to correlate fully with these lessons, to which the excellent illustrations are no little help. ? THE WOODRANGER TALES By G. WALDO BROWNE The Woodranger. The Young Gunbearer. The Hero of the Hills. With Rogers’ Rangers. Each 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth, decorative cover, illustrated, per volume . . . $1.00 Four vols., boxed, per set . . . 4.00 “The Woodranger Tales,” like the “Pathfinder Tales” of J. Fenimore Cooper, combine historical information relating to early pioneer days in America with interesting adventures in the backwoods. Although the same characters are continued throughout the series, each book is complete in itself, and, while based strictly on historical facts, is an interesting and exciting tale of adventure. ? Beautiful Joe’s Paradise; or, The Island of Brotherly Love. A sequel to “Beautiful Joe.” By Marshall Saunders, author of “Beautiful Joe,” “For His Country,” etc. With fifteen full-page plates and many decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull. One vol., library 12mo, cloth decorative . . . $1.50 “Will be immensely enjoyed by the boys and girls who read it.”—Pittsburg Gazette. “Miss Saunders has put life, humor, action, and tenderness into her story. The book deserves to be a favorite.”—Chicago Record-Herald. “This book revives the spirit of ‘Beautiful Joe’ capitally. It is fairly riotous with fun, and as a whole is about as unusual as anything in the animal book line that has seen the light. It is a book for juveniles—old and young.”—Philadelphia Item. ? ’Tilda Jane. By Marshall Saunders, author of “Beautiful Joe,” etc. One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth, decorative cover . . . $1.50 “No more amusing and attractive child’s story has appeared for a long time than this quaint and curious recital of the adventures of that pitiful and charming little runaway. “It is one of those exquisitely simple and truthful books that win and charm the reader, and I did not put it down until I had finished it—honest! And I am sure that every one, young or old, who reads will be proud and happy to make the acquaintance of the delicious waif. “I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I commend it unreservedly.”—Cyrus Townsend Brady. ? The Story of the Graveleys. By Marshall Saunders, author of “Beautiful Joe’s Paradise,” “’Tilda Jane,” etc. Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by E. B. Barry . . . $1.50 Here we have the haps and mishaps, the trials and triumphs, of a delightful New England family, of whose devotion and sturdiness it will do the reader good to hear. From the kindly, serene-souled grandmother to the buoyant madcap, Berty, these Graveleys are folk of fibre and blood—genuine human beings. The most delightful and interesting accounts possible of child-life in other lands, filled with quaint sayings, doings, and adventures. Each 1 vol., 12mo, decorative cover, cloth, with six full-page illustrations in color by L. J. Bridgman. Price per volume . . . $0.60 By MARY HAZELTON WADE Our Little African Cousin Our Little Armenian Cousin Our Little Brown Cousin Our Little Cuban Cousin Our Little Eskimo Cousin Our Little German Cousin Our Little Hawaiian Cousin Our Little Indian Cousin Our Little Irish Cousin Our Little Italian Cousin Our Little Japanese Cousin Our Little Jewish Cousin Our Little Mexican Cousin Our Little Norwegian Cousin Our Little Philippine Cousin Our Little Porto Rican Cousin Our Little Russian Cousin Our Little Siamese Cousin Our Little Swiss Cousin Our Little Turkish Cousin By BLANCHE McMANUS Our Little English Cousin Our Little French Cousin By ELIZABETH ROBERTS MacDONALD Our Little Canadian Cousin By ISAAC HEADLAND TAYLOR Our Little Chinese Cousin By H. LEE M. PIKE Our Little Korean Cousin Each 1 vol., small 12mo, cloth decorative, per volume, $0.50 Realizing the great demand for the animal stories of Professor Roberts, one of the masters of nature writers, the publishers have selected six representative stories, to be issued separately, at a popular price. Each story is illustrated by Charles Livingston Bull, and is bound in a handsome decorative cover. It is the intention of the publishers that this series shall contain only the very highest and purest literature,—stories that shall not only appeal to the children themselves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with them in their joys and sorrows. The numerous illustrations in each book are by well-known artists, and each volume has a separate attractive cover design. Each, 1 vol., 16mo, cloth . . . $0.50 By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON The Little Colonel. (Trade Mark.) The scene of this story is laid in Kentucky. Its heroine is a small girl, who is known as the Little Colonel, on account of her fancied resemblance to an old-school Southern gentleman, whose fine estate and old family are famous in the region. This old Colonel proves to be the grandfather of the child. The Giant Scissors. This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures in France,—the wonderful house with the gate of The Giant Scissors, Jules, her little playmate, Sister Denisa, the cruel Brossard, and her dear Aunt Kate. Joyce is a great friend of the Little Colonel, and in later volumes shares with her the delightful experiences of the “House Party” and the “Holidays.” Two Little Knights of Kentucky, Who Were the Little Colonel’s Neighbors. In this volume the Little Colonel returns to us like an old friend, but with added grace and charm. She is not, however, the central figure of the story, that place being taken by the “two little knights.” Cicely and Other Stories for Girls. The readers of Mrs. Johnston’s charming juveniles will be glad to learn of the issue of this volume for young people. Aunt ’Liza’s Hero and Other Stories. A collection of six bright little stories, which will appeal to all boys and most girls. Big Brother. A story of two boys. The devotion and care of Steven, himself a small boy, for his baby brother, is the theme of the simple tale. Ole Mammy’s Torment. “Ole Mammy’s Torment” has been fitly called “a classic of Southern life.” It relates the haps and mishaps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by love and kindness to a knowledge of the right. The Story of Dago. In this story Mrs. Johnston relates the story of Dago, a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mishaps is both interesting and amusing. The Quilt That Jack Built. A pleasant little story of a boy’s labor of love, and how it changed the course of his life many years after it was accomplished. Flip’s Islands of Providence. A story of a boy’s life battle, his early defeat, and his final triumph, well worth the reading. A Little Puritan’s First Christmas. A story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how Christmas was invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child of the Puritans, aided by her brother Sam. A Little Daughter of Liberty. The author’s motive for this story is well indicated by a quotation from her introduction, as follows: “One ride is memorable in the early history of the American Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul Revere. Equally deserving of commendation is another ride,—the ride of Anthony Severn,—which was no less historic in its action or memorable in its consequences.” A Loyal Little Maid. A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary days, in which the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, renders important services to George Washington. A Little Puritan Rebel. This is an historical tale of a real girl, during the time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was governor of Massachusetts. A Little Puritan Pioneer. The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settlement at Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds another to the list of favorites so well known to the young people. A Little Puritan Bound Girl. A story of Boston in Puritan days, which is of great interest to youthful readers. A Little Puritan Cavalier. The story of a “Little Puritan Cavalier” who tried with all his boyish enthusiasm to emulate the spirit and ideals of the dead Crusaders. By MISS MULOCK The Little Lame Prince. A delightful story of a little boy who has many adventures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother. Adventures of a Brownie. The story of a household elf who torments the cook and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the children who love and trust him. His Little Mother. Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant source of delight to them, and “His Little Mother,” in this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts of youthful readers. Little Sunshine’s Holiday. An attractive story of a summer outing. “Little Sunshine” is another of those beautiful child-characters for which Miss Mulock is so justly famous. By JULIANA HORATIA EWING Jackanapes. A new edition, with new illustrations, of this exquisite and touching story, dear alike to young and old. Story of a Short Life. This beautiful and pathetic story will never grow old. It is a part of the world’s literature, and will never die. A Great Emergency. How a family of children prepared for a great emergency, and how they acted when the emergency came. By OUIDA (Louise de la RamÉe) A Dog of Flanders: A Christmas Story. Too well and favorably known to require description. The Nurnberg Stove. This beautiful story has never before been published at a popular price. By FRANCES MARGARET FOX The Little Giant’s Neighbours. A charming nature story of a “little giant” whose neighbours were the creatures of the field and garden. Farmer Brown and the Birds. A little story which teaches children that the birds are man’s best friends. Betty of Old Mackinaw. A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to the little readers who like stories of “real people.” Mother Nature’s Little Ones. Curious little sketches describing the early lifetime, or “childhood,” of the little creatures out-of-doors. How Christmas Came to the Mulvaneys. A bright, lifelike little story of a family of poor children, with an unlimited capacity for fun and mischief. The wonderful never-to-be-forgotten Christmas that came to them is the climax of a series of exciting incidents. By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow. This story, written by the gifted young Southern woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style. The Fortunes of the Fellow. Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome the further account of the adventures of Baydaw and the Fellow at the home of the kindly smith. The Best of Friends. This continues the experiences of the Farrier’s dog and his Fellow, written in Miss Dromgoole’s well-known charming style. Down in Dixie. A fascinating story for boys and girls, of a family of Alabama children who move to Florida and grow up in the South. By MARIAN W. WILDMAN Loyalty Island. An account of the adventures of four children and their pet dog on an island, and how they cleared their brother from the suspicion of dishonesty. Theodore and Theodora. This is a story of the exploits and mishaps of two mischievous twins, and continues the adventures of the interesting group of children in “Loyalty Island.” |