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After all, it's what you'll be doing in real earnest next Thursday." Mrs. Barraclough could almost swear to having seen the smile that dried up those tears that fell a hundred and fifty miles away. "I'll t-try," said a tiny voice. "You are a d-darling." And later in the afternoon the telephone bell rang again sad the same voice, with a brave ring to it, announced "I've got it on." After that Mrs.

I flamed out, indignantly rising; "you intimate that Thurston is a coward and in his absence?" "If he w ere a cow wow-ard h e w wouldn't t-try to m-m-master it; and if he w ere p-present I w wouldn't d-d-dare to d-d-discuss it," was the mollifying reply. This intrepid man, George Thurston, died an ignoble death. The brigade was in camp, with headquarters in a grove of immense trees.

"Speug!" and Nestie spoke with much impressiveness "I have an idea. Why shouldn't the Seminary challenge the 'Bumbees' to a match next s-summer? We could p-practice hard all this summer, and begin s-soon next year and t-try them in July."

S-Spike c-c-clung on to the wheel, and held her on her c-course, and we c-crouched down there, waiting for the old b-brute to b-b-blaze away. But he c-couldn't s-see us, and so there wasn't anyone for him to f-fire at. M-M-Maybe it was all b-b-bluff, b-but we didn't intend to s-stand up and t-try it, I t-tell you' After about t-ten minutes we p-p-peeked over the rail, and they were w-way b-back.

"N-n-no, s-sor, I c-can't, an' the m-more you t-try to make me the w-w-wus I g-gits." "Well, then, come to the point, an' don't say more than's needful." "Y-y-yis, sor." "What's this man's name!" asked the chief, settling the bandages uneasily on his head with one hand, and pointing to Brixton with the other. "M-Muster T-T-Tom, sor." "That's his Christian name, I suppose?"