<h2>CHAPTER XVI.</h2>
<h3>THE GOLDEN LEAF OF HONOR</h3>
<p>It was a compliment that changed the entire course of Mary's summer; a
compliment which Betty gleefully repeated to her, imitating the old
Colonel's very tone, as he gesticulated emphatically to Mr. Sherman:</p>
<p>"I tell you, Jack, she's the most remarkable child of her age I ever
met. It is wonderful the information she has managed to pick up in that
God-forsaken desert country. I say to you, sir, she can tell you as much
now about scientific bee-culture as any naturalist you ever knew.
Actually quoted Huber to me the other day, and Maeterlinck's 'Life of
the Bee!' Think of a fourteen-year-old girl quoting Maeterlinck! With
the proper direction in her reading, she need never see the inside of a
college, for her gift of observation amounts to a talent, and she has it
in her to make herself not only an honor to her sex, but one of the most
interesting women of her generation."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Mary looked up in blank amazement when Betty danced into the library,
hat in hand, and repeated what the old Colonel had just said in her
hearing. Compliments were rare in Mary's experience, and this one,
coming from the scholarly old gentleman of whom she stood in awe,
agitated her so much that three successive times she ran her needle into
her finger, instead of through the bead she was trying to impale on its
point. The last time it pricked so sharply that she gave a nervous jerk
and upset the entire box of beads on the floor.</p>
<p>"See how stuck-up that made me," she said, with an embarrassed laugh,
shaking a tiny drop of blood from her finger before dropping on her
knees to grope for the beads, which were rolling all over the polished
floor. "It's so seldom I hear a compliment that I haven't learned to
take them gracefully."</p>
<p>"Godmother is waiting in the carriage for me," said Betty, pinning on
her hat as she spoke, "or I'd help you pick them up. I just hurried in
to tell you while it was fresh in my mind, and I could remember the
exact words. I had no idea it would upset you so," she added,
mischievously.</p>
<p>Left to herself, Mary soon gathered the beads back into the box and
resumed her task. She was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</SPAN></span> making a pair of moccasins for Girlie
Dinsmore's doll. Her conscience still troubled her for playing stork,
and she had resolved to spend some of her abundant leisure in making
amends in this way. But only her fingers took up the same work that had
occupied her before Betty's interruption. Her thoughts started off in an
entirely different direction.</p>
<p>A most romantic little day-dream had been keeping pace with her
bead-stringing. A day-dream through which walked a prince with eyes like
Rob's and a voice like Phil's, and the wealth of a Crœsus in his
pockets. And he wrote sonnets to her and called her his ladye fair, and
gave her not only one turquoise, but a bracelet-ful.</p>
<p>Now every vestige of sentiment was gone, and she was sitting up straight
and eager, repeating the old Colonel's words. They were making her
unspeakably happy. "She has it in her to make herself not only an honor
to her sex, but one of the most interesting women of her generation."
"To make herself an honor,"—why, that would be winning the third leaf
of the magic shamrock—the <i>golden</i> one! Betty had said that she
believed that every one who earned those first three leaves was sure to
find the fourth one waiting somewhere<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</SPAN></span> in the world. It wouldn't make
any difference then whether she was an old maid or not. She need not be
dependent on any prince to bring her the diamond leaf, and that was a
good thing, for down in her heart she had her doubts about one ever
coming to her. She loved to make up foolish little day-dreams about
them, but it would be too late for him to come when she was a
grandmother, and she wouldn't be beautiful till then, so she really had
no reason to expect one. It would be much safer for her to depend on
herself, and earn the first three in plain, practical ways.</p>
<p>"To make herself an honor." The words repeated themselves again and
again, as she rapidly outlined an arrow-head on the tiny moccasin in
amber and blue. Suddenly she threw down the needle and the bit of kid
and sprang to her feet. "<i>I'll do it!</i>" she said aloud.</p>
<p>As she took a step forward, all a-tingle with a new ambition and a firm
resolve, she came face to face with her reflection in one of the
polished glass doors of the bookcase. The intent eagerness of its gaze
seemed to challenge her. She lifted her head as if the victory were
already won, and confronted the reflection squarely. "I'll do it!" she
said, sol<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</SPAN></span>emnly to the resolute eyes in the glass door. "You see if I
don't!"</p>
<p>Only that morning she had given a complacent glance to the long shelves
of fiction, with which she expected to while away the rest of the
summer. There would be other pleasant things, she knew, drives with Mrs.
Sherman, long tramps with the girls, and many good times with Elise
Walton; but there would still be left hours and hours for her to spend
in the library, going from one to another of the famous novelists, like
a bee in a flower garden.</p>
<p>"With the proper direction in her reading," the old Colonel had said,
and Mary knew without telling that she would not find the proper
beginning among the books of fiction. Instinctively she felt she must
turn to the volumes telling of real people and real achievements.
Biographies, journals, lives, and letters of women who had been, as the
Colonel said, an honor to their sex and the most interesting of their
generation. She wished that she dared ask him to choose the first book
for her, but she hadn't the courage to venture that far. So she chose at
random.</p>
<p>"Lives of Famous Women" was the volume that happened to attract her
first, a collection of short<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</SPAN></span> sketches. She took it from the shelf and
glanced through it, scanning a page here and there, for she was a rapid
reader. Then, finding that it bade fair to be entertaining, down she
dropped on the rug, and began at the preface. Lunch stopped her for
awhile, but, thoroughly interested, she carried the book up to her room
and immediately began to read again.</p>
<p>When she went down to the porch before dinner that evening, she did not
say to herself in so many words that maybe the Colonel would notice what
she was reading, but it was with the hope that he would that she carried
the book with her. He did notice, and commended her for it, but threw
her into a flutter of confusion by asking her what similarity she had
noticed in the lives of those women she was reading about.</p>
<p>It mortified her to be obliged to confess that she had not discovered
any, and she thought, as she nervously fingered the pages and looked
down at her toes, "That's what I got for trying to appear smarter than I
really am."</p>
<p>"This is what I meant," he began, in his didactic way. "Each of them
made a specialty of some one thing, and devoted all her energies to
accomplishing that purpose, whether it was the establishing of a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</SPAN></span> salon,
the discovery of a star, or the founding of a college. They hit the
bull's-eye, because they aimed at no other spot on the target. I have no
patience with this modern way of a girl's taking up a dozen fads at a
time. It makes her a jack-at-all-trades and a master of none."</p>
<p>The Colonel was growing eloquent on one of his favorite topics now, and
presently Mary found him giving her the very guidance she had longed
for. He was helping her to a choice. By the time dinner was announced,
he had awakened two ambitions within her, although he was not conscious
of the fact himself. One was to study the strange insect life of the
desert, in which she was already deeply interested, to unlock its
treasures, unearth its secrets, and add to the knowledge the world had
already amassed, until she should become a recognized authority on the
subject. The other was to prove by her own achievements the truth of
something which the Colonel quoted from Emerson. It flattered her that
he should quote Emerson to her, a mere child, as if she were one of his
peers, and she wished that Joyce could have been there to hear it.</p>
<p>This was the sentence: "<i>If a man can write a better book, preach a
better sermon, or make a bet<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</SPAN></span>ter mouse-trap than his neighbor, though he
build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten track to his
door</i>."</p>
<p>Mary did not yet know whether the desert would yield her the material
for a book or a mouse-trap, but she determined that no matter what she
undertook, she would force the world to "make a beaten track to her
door." The first step was to find out how much had already been
discovered by the great naturalists who had gone before her, in order
that she might take a step beyond them. With that in view, she plunged
into the course of study that the Colonel outlined for her with the same
energy and dogged determination which made her a successful killer of
snakes.</p>
<p>Lloyd came upon her the third morning after the breaking up of the
house-party, sitting in the middle of the library floor, surrounded by
encyclopædias and natural histories. She was verifying in the books all
that she had learned by herself in the desert of the habits of trap-door
spiders, and she was so absorbed in her task that she did not look up.</p>
<p>Lloyd slipped out of the room without disturbing her, wishing she could
plunge into some study as absorbing,—something that would take her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</SPAN></span>
mind from the thoughts which had nagged her like a persistent mosquito
for the last few days. She knew that she had done nothing to give
Bernice just cause for taking offence, and it hurt her to be
misunderstood.</p>
<p>"If it were anything else," she mused, as she strolled up and down under
the locusts, "I could go to her and explain. But explanation is
impossible in a case of this kind. It would sound too conceited for
anything for me to tell her what I know to be the truth about Malcolm's
attentions to her, and as for the othah—" she shrugged her shoulders.
"It would be hopeless to try that. Oh, if I could only talk it ovah with
mothah or Papa Jack!" she sighed.</p>
<p>But they had gone away immediately after the house-party, for a week's
outing in the Tennessee mountains. She could have gone to her
grandfather for advice on most questions, but this was too intangible
for her to explain to him. Betty, too, was as much puzzled as herself.</p>
<p>"I declare," she said, when appealed to, "I don't know what to tell you,
Lloyd. It's going to be such a dull summer with everybody gone, and Alex
Shelby is so nice in every way, it does seem unfair for you to have to
put such a desirable companion<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</SPAN></span>ship from you just on account of another
girl's jealousy. On the other hand, Bernice is an old playmate, and you
can't very well ignore the claims of such a long-time friendship. She
has misjudged and misrepresented you, and the opportunity is yours, if
you will take it, to show her how mistaken she is in your character."</p>
<p>Now, as Lloyd reached the end of the avenue and stopped in front of the
gate, her face brightened. Katie Mallard was hurrying down the railroad
track, waving her parasol to attract her attention.</p>
<p>"I can't come in," she called, as she came within speaking distance.
"I'm out delivering the most informal of invitations to the most
informal of garden-parties to-morrow afternoon. I want you and Betty to
help receive."</p>
<p>"Who else is going to help?" asked Lloyd, when she had cordially
accepted the invitation for herself and Betty.</p>
<p>"Nobody. I had intended to have Bernice Howe, and went up there awhile
ago to ask her. She said maybe she'd come, but she certainly wouldn't
help receive if you were going to. She's dreadfully down on you, Lloyd."</p>
<p>"Yes, I know it. I've heard some of the catty<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</SPAN></span> things she said about my
breaking up the friendship between her and Malcolm. It's simply absurd,
and it makes me so boiling mad every time I think about it that I feel
like a smouldering volcano. There aren't any words strong enough to
relieve my mind. I'd like to thundah and lighten at her."</p>
<p>"Yes, it is absurd," agreed Katie. "I told her so too. I told her that
Malcolm always had thought more of you than any girl in the Valley, and
always would. And she said, well, you had no 'auld lang syne' claim on
Alex, and that if he once got started to going to Locust you'd soon have
him under your thumb as you do every one else, and that would be the end
of the affair for her."</p>
<p>"As if I were an old spidah, weaving webs for everybody that comes
along!" cried Lloyd, indignantly. "She's no right to talk that way."</p>
<p>"I think it's because she really cares so much, and not that she does it
to be spiteful," said Katie. "She hasn't a bit of pride about hiding her
feeling for him. She openly cried about it while she was talking to me."</p>
<p>"What do you think I ought to do?" asked Lloyd, with a troubled face. "I
like Mistah Shelby evah so much, and I'd like to be nice to him for the
old doctah's sake if for no othah reason, for I'm<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</SPAN></span> devoted to <i>him</i>. And
I really would enjoy seeing him often, especially now when everybody
else is gone or going for the rest of the summah. Besides, he'd think it
mighty queah for me to write to him not to come next Thursday. But I'd
hate to really interfere with Bernice's happiness, if it has grown to be
such a serious affair with her that she can cry about it. I'd hate to
have her going through the rest of her life thinking that I had
deliberately wronged her, and if she's breaking her heart ovah it"—she
stopped abruptly.</p>
<p>"Oh, I don't see that you have any call to do the grand renouncing act!"
exclaimed Katie. "Why should you cut yourself off from a good time and a
good friend by snubbing him? It will put you in a very unpleasant light,
for you couldn't explain without making Bernice appear a perfect ninny.
And if you don't explain, what will he think of you? Let me tell you, it
is more than she would do for you if you were in her place. Somehow,
with us girls, life seems like a game of 'Hold fast all I give you.'
What falls into your hands is yours by right of the game, and you've no
call to hand it over to the next girl because she whimpers that she
wants to be 'it.' Don't you worry. Go on and have a good time."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>With that parting advice Katie hurried away, and Lloyd was left to pace
up and down the avenue more undecided than before. It was late in the
afternoon of the next day when she finally found the answer to her
question. She had been wandering around the drawing-room, glancing into
a book here, rearranging a vase of flowers there, turning over the pile
of music on the piano, striking aimless chords on the harp-strings.</p>
<p>Presently she paused in front of the mantel to lift the lid from the
rose-jar and let its prisoned sweetness escape into the room. As she did
so she glanced up into the eyes of the portrait above her. With a
whimsical smile she thought of the times before when she had come to it
for counsel, and the question half-formed itself on her lips: "What
would <i>you</i> do, you beautiful Grandmother Amanthis?"</p>
<p>Instantly there came into her mind the memory of a winter day when she
had stood there in the firelight before it, stirred to the depths by the
music this one of "the choir invisible" had made of her life, by her
purpose to "ease the burden of the world"—"to live in scorn of
miserable aims that end with self."</p>
<p>Now like an audible reply to her question the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</SPAN></span> eyes of the portrait
seemed to repeat that last sentence to her: "<i>To live in scorn of
miserable aims that end with self!</i>"</p>
<p>For a moment she stood irresolute, then dropping the lid on the rose-jar
again, she crossed over into the next room and sat down beside the
library table. It was no easy task to write the note she had decided to
send. Five different times she got half-way through, tore the page in
two and tossed it into the waste-basket. Each attempt seemed so stiff
and formal that she was disgusted with it. Nearly an hour passed in the
effort. She could not write the real reason for breaking her engagement
for the ride, and she could not express too much regret, or he would
make other occasions she would have to refuse, if she followed out the
course she had decided upon, to give Bernice no further occasion for
jealousy. It was the most difficult piece of composition she had ever
attempted, and she was far from pleased with the stiff little note which
she finally slipped into its envelope.</p>
<p>"It will have to do," she sighed, wearily, "but I know he will think I
am snippy and rude, and I can't beah for him to have that opinion of
me."</p>
<p>In the very act of sealing the envelope she hesitated again with Katie's
words repeating themselves<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</SPAN></span> in her ears: "It's more than she would do
for you, if you were in her place."</p>
<p>While she hesitated there came a familiar whistle from somewhere in the
back of the house. She gave the old call in answer, and the next moment
Rob came through the dining-room into the hall, and paused in the
library door.</p>
<p>"I've made my farewells to the rest of the family," he announced,
abruptly. "I met Betty and Mary down in the orchard as I cut across lots
from home. Now I've got about five minutes to devote to the last sad
rites with you."</p>
<p>"Yes, we're going on the next train," he answered, when her amazed
question stopped him. "The family sprung the surprise on me just a
little while ago. It seems the doctor thought grandfather ought to go at
once, so they've hurried up arrangements, and we'll be off in a few
hours, two days ahead of the date they first set."</p>
<p>Startled by the abruptness of his announcement, Lloyd almost dropped the
hot sealing-wax on her fingers instead of the envelope. His haste seemed
to communicate itself to her, for, springing up, she stood with one hand
pressing her little signet ring into the wax, while the other reached
for the stamp-box.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I'll be through in half a second," she said. "This lettah should have
gone off yestahday. If you will post it on the train for me it will save
time and get there soonah."</p>
<p>"All right," he answered. "Come on and walk down to the gate with me,
and we'll stop at the measuring-tree. We can't let the old custom go by
when we've kept it up so many years, and I won't be back again this
vacation."</p>
<p>Swinging the letter back and forth to make sure that the ink was dry,
she walked along beside him. "Oh, I wish you weren't going away!" she
exclaimed, forlornly. "It's going to be dreadfully stupid the rest of
the summah."</p>
<p>They reached the measuring-tree, and taking out his knife and
pocket-rule, Rob passed his fingers over the notches which stood for the
many years they had measured their heights against the old locust. Then
he held out the rule and waited for her to take her place under it, with
her back against the tree.</p>
<p>"What a long way you've stretched up between six and seventeen," he
said. "This'll be about the last time we'll need to go through this
ceremony, for I've reached my top notch, and probably you have too."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Wait!" she exclaimed, stooping to pick something out of the grass at
her feet. "Heah's anothah foah-leaved clovah. I find one neahly every
time I come down this side of the avenue. I'm making a collection of
them. When I get enough, maybe I'll make a photograph-frame of them."</p>
<p>"Then you ought to put your own picture in it, for you're certainly the
luckiest person for finding them I ever heard of. I'm going to carve one
on the tree, here by this last notch under the date. It will be quite
neat and symbolical, don't you think? A sort of 'when this you see
remember me' hieroglyphic. It will remind you of the long discussions
we've had on the subject since we read 'Abdallah' together."</p>
<p>He dug away in silence for a moment, then said, "It's queer how you
happened to find that just now, for last night I came across a verse
about one, that made me think of you, and I learned it on purpose to say
to you—sort of a farewell wish, you know."</p>
<p>"Spouting poetry is a new accomplishment for you, Bobby," said Lloyd,
teasingly. "I certainly want to hear it. Go on."</p>
<p>She looked down to thrust the stem of the clover through the silver
arrow that fastened her belt,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</SPAN></span> and waited with an expectant smile to
hear what Limerick or nonsense jingle he had found that made him think
of her. It was neither. With eyes fixed on the little symbol he was
outlining on the bark of the tree, he recited as if he were reading the
words from it:</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Love, be true to her">
<tr><td align='left'>"Love, be true to her;</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Life, be dear to her;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Health, stay close to her;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Joy, draw near to her;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fortune, find what your gifts</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Can do for her.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Search your treasure-house</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Through and through for her.</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Follow her steps</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The wide world over;</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">You must! for here is</span></td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The four-leaved clover."</span></td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"Why, Rob, that is <i>lovely!</i>" she exclaimed, looking up at him,
surprised and pleased. "I'm glad you put that clovah on the tree, for
every time I look at it, it will remind me of yoah wish, and—"</p>
<p>The letter she had been carrying fluttered to the ground. He stooped to
pick it up and return it to her.</p>
<p>"That's the lettah you are to mail for me," she said, giving it back to
him. "Don't forget it, for it's impawtant."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The address was uppermost, in her clear, plain hand, and she held it
toward him, so that he saw she intended him to read it.</p>
<p>"Hm! Writing to Alex Shelby, are you?" he said, with his usual brotherly
frankness, and a sniff that plainly showed his disapproval.</p>
<p>"It's just a note to tell him that I can't ride with him Thursday," she
answered, turning away.</p>
<p>"Did you tell him the reason?" he demanded, continuing to dig into the
tree.</p>
<p>"Of co'se not! How could I without making Bernice appeah ridiculous?"</p>
<p>"But what will he think of you, if you don't?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I don't know! I've worried ovah it until I'm neahly gray."</p>
<p>Then she looked up, wondering at his silence and the grave intentness
with which he was regarding her.</p>
<p>"Oh, Rob, don't tell me, aftah all, that you think it was silly of me! I
thought you'd like it! It was only the friendly thing to do, wasn't it?"</p>
<p>He gave a final dig with his knife, then turned to look down into her
wistful eyes. "Lloyd Sherman," he said, slowly, "you're one girl whose
friendship means something. You don't measure up very high on this old
locust, but when it comes to doing the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</SPAN></span> square thing—when it's a
question of <i>honor</i>, you measure up like a man!"</p>
<p>Somehow the unwonted tenderness of his tone, the grave approval of his
smile, touched her in a way she had not believed possible. The tears
sprang to her eyes. There was a little tremor in her voice that she
tried to hide with a laugh.</p>
<p>"Oh, Rob! I'm so glad! Nothing could make me happier than to have you
think that!"</p>
<p>They started on down to the gate together. The only sound in all the
late afternoon sunshine was the soft rustling of the leaves overhead.
How many times the old locusts had watched their yearly partings! As
they reached the gate, Rob balanced the letter on his palm an instant.
Evidently he had been thinking of it all the way. "Yes," he said, as if
to himself, "that proves a right to the third leaf." Then he dropped the
letter in his pocket.</p>
<p>Lloyd looked up, almost shyly. "Rob, I want to tell you something. Even
after that letter was written I was tempted not to send it. I was
sitting with it in my hand, hesitating, when I heard yoah whistle in the
hall, and then it came ovah me like a flash, all you'd said, both in
jest and earnest, about friendship and what it should count for. Well,
it was the old test, like jumping off the roof and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</SPAN></span> climbing the
chimney. I used to say 'Bobby expects it of me, so I'll do it or die.'
It was that way this time. So if I have found the third leaf, Rob, it
was <i>you</i> who showed me where to look for it."</p>
<p>Then it was that the old locusts, watching and nodding overhead, sent a
long whispering sigh from one to another. They knew now that the two
children who had romped and raced in their shadows, who had laughed and
sung around their feet through so many summers, were outgrowing that
childhood at last. For the boy, instead of answering "Oh, pshaw!" in
bluff, boyish fashion, as he would have done in other summers gone,
impulsively thrust out his hands to clasp both of hers.</p>
<p>That was their good-by. Then the Little Colonel, tall and slender like
Elaine, the Lily Maid, turned and walked back toward the house. She was
so happy in the thought that she had found the golden leaf, that she did
not think to look behind her, so she did not see what the locusts
saw—Rob standing there watching her, till she passed out of sight
between the white pillars. But the grim old family sentinels, who were
always watching, nodded knowingly and went on whispering together.</p>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL STORIES</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/></div>
<p>Being three "Little Colonel" stories in the Cosy Corner Series, "The
Little Colonel," "Two Little Knights of Kentucky," and "The Giant
Scissors," put into a single volume.</p>
<div>
<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL'S HOUSE PARTY</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL'S HOLIDAYS</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL'S HERO</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL AT BOARDING SCHOOL</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL IN ARIZONA</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL'S CHRISTMAS VACATION</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL, MAID OF HONOUR</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL'S KNIGHT COMES RIDING</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>MARY WARE: THE LITTLE COLONEL'S CHUM</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 8em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<i>These ten volumes, boxed as a ten-volume set</i>, $15.00<br/></div>
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<div>
<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL</b><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(Trade Mark)</span><br/>
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<b>TWO LITTLE KNIGHTS OF KENTUCKY</b><br/>
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<b>THE GIANT SCISSORS</b><br/>
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<b>BIG BROTHER</b><br/></div>
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<h3>Special Holiday Editions</h3>
<div class='blockquot'><p>Each one volume, cloth decorative, small quarto, $1.25</p>
<p>New plates, handsomely illustrated with eight full-page drawings in
color, and many marginal sketches.</p>
<b>IN THE DESERT OF WAITING:</b> <span class="smcap">The Legend Of Camelback Mountain</span>.<br/><br/>
<b>THE THREE WEAVERS:</b> <span class="smcap">A Fairy Tale for Fathers and Mothers as Well as for
Their Daughters</span>.<br/><br/>
<b>KEEPING TRYST</b><br/><br/>
<b>THE LEGEND OF THE BLEEDING HEART</b><br/><br/>
<b>THE RESCUE OF PRINCESS WINSOME:</b> <span class="smcap">A Fairy Play for Old and Young</span>.<br/><br/>
<b>THE JESTER'S SWORD</b>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Holiday editions prices">
<tr><td align='left'>Each one volume, tall 16mo, cloth decorative, </td><td align='right'>$0.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Paper boards,</td><td align='right'>.35</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>There has been a constant demand for publication in separate form of
these six stories, which were originally included in six of the "Little
Colonel" books.</p>
<b>JOEL: A BOY OF GALILEE:</b> By <span class="smcap">Annie Fellows Johnston</span>. Illustrated by L. J.
Bridgman.
<p>New illustrated edition, uniform with the Little Colonel Books, 1 vol.,
large 12mo, cloth decorative, $1.50</p>
<p>A story of the time of Christ, which is one of the author's best-known
books.</p>
<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL GOOD TIMES BOOK</b>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Little Colonel Prices">
<tr><td align='left'>Uniform in size with the Little Colonel Series, </td><td align='right'>$1.50</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Bound in white kid (morocco) and gold,</td><td align='right'>3.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Cover design and decorations by Amy Carol Rand.</p>
<p>The publishers have had many inquiries from readers of the Little
Colonel books as to where they could obtain a "Good Times Book" such as
Betty kept. Mrs. Johnston, who has for years kept such a book herself,
has gone enthusiastically into the matter of the material and format for
a similar book for her young readers. Every girl will want to possess a
"Good Times Book."</p>
<b>ASA HOLMES:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, At the Cross-Roads</span>. A sketch of Country Life and Country
Humor. By <span class="smcap">Annie Fellows Johnston</span>.
<p>With a frontispiece by Ernest Fosbery.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="ASA HOLMES price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"'Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads' is the most delightful, most
sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published in a long
while."—<i>Boston Times.</i></p>
<b>THE RIVAL CAMPERS:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, The Adventures of Henry Burns</span>. By <span class="smcap">Ruel Perley
Smith</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="THE RIVAL CAMPERS: price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>A story of a party of typical American lads, courageous, alert, and
athletic, who spend a summer camping on an island off the Maine coast.</p>
<b>THE RIVAL CAMPERS AFLOAT:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, The Prize Yacht Viking</span>. By <span class="smcap">Ruel Perley
Smith</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="THE RIVAL CAMPERS AFLOAT Price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>This book is a continuation of the adventures of "The Rival Campers" on
their prize yacht Viking.</p>
<b>THE RIVAL CAMPERS ASHORE</b> By <span class="smcap">Ruel Perley Smith</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The Rival Campers Ashore">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"As interesting ashore as when afloat."—<i>The Interior.</i></p>
<b>JACK HARVEY'S ADVENTURES:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, The Rival Campers Among The Oyster
Pirates</span>. By <span class="smcap">Ruel Perley Smith</span>. Illustrated, $1.50
<p>"Just the type of book which is most popular with lads who are in their
early teens."—<i>The Philadelphia Item.</i></p>
<b>PRISONERS OF FORTUNE:</b> A Tale of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. By <span class="smcap">Ruel
Perley Smith</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Prisoners of Fortune Price">
<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, with a colored frontispiece, </td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"There is an atmosphere of old New England in the book, the humor of the
born raconteur about the hero, who tells his story with the gravity of a
preacher, but with a solemn humor that is
irresistible."—<i>Courier-Journal.</i></p>
<b>FAMOUS CAVALRY LEADERS.</b> By <span class="smcap">Charles H. L. Johnston</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Famous Cavalry Leaders Price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo. With 24 illustrations, </td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Biographical sketches, with interesting anecdotes and reminiscences of
the heroes of history who were leaders of cavalry.</p>
<p>"More of such books should be written, books that acquaint young readers
with historical personages in a pleasant informal way."—<i>N. Y. Sun.</i></p>
<b>FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS.</b> By <span class="smcap">Charles H. L. Johnston</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Indian Chiefs Price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo, illustrated, </td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>In this book Mr. Johnston gives interesting sketches of the Indian
braves who have figured with prominence in the history of our own land,
including Powhatan, the Indian Cæsar; Massasoit, the friend of the
Puritans; Pontiac, the red Napoleon; Tecumseh, the famous war chief of
the Shawnees; Sitting Bull, the famous war chief of the Sioux; Geronimo,
the renowned Apache Chief, etc., etc.</p>
<b>BILLY'S PRINCESS.</b> By <span class="smcap">Helen Eggleston Haskell</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="BILLY'S PRINCESS price">
<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, illustrated by Helen McCormick Kennedy,</td><td align='left'>$1.25</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Billy Lewis was a small boy of energy and ambition, so when he was left
alone and unprotected, he simply started out to take care of himself.</p>
<b>TENANTS OF THE TREES.</b> By <span class="smcap">Clarence Hawkes</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, illustrated in colors,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"A book which will appeal to all who care for the hearty, healthy,
outdoor life of the country. The illustrations are particularly
attractive."—<i>Boston Herald.</i></p>
<b>BEAUTIFUL JOE'S PARADISE:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, The Island of Brotherly Love</span>. A sequel to
"Beautiful Joe." By <span class="smcap">Marshall Saunders</span>, author of "Beautiful Joe."
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>One vol., library 12mo, cloth, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"This book revives the spirit of 'Beautiful Joe' capitally. It is fairly
riotous with fun, and is about as unusual as anything in the animal book
line that has seen the light."—<i>Philadelphia Item.</i></p>
<b>'TILDA JANE.</b> By <span class="smcap">Marshall Saunders</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth decorative,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I commend it
unreservedly."—<i>Cyrus Townsend Brady.</i></p>
<b>'TILDA JANE'S ORPHANS.</b> A sequel to 'Tilda Jane. By <span class="smcap">Marshall Saunders</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth decorative,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>'Tilda Jane is the same original, delightful girl, and as fond of her
animal pets as ever.</p>
<b>THE STORY OF THE GRAVELEYS.</b> By <span class="smcap">Marshall Saunders</span>, author of "Beautiful
Joe's Paradise," "'Tilda Jane," etc.
<div class='center'>
Library 12mo, cloth decorative. Illustrated by E. B. Barry, $1.50<br/></div>
<p>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.</p>
<b>BORN TO THE BLUE.</b> By <span class="smcap">Florence Kimball Russel</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.25</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>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.</p>
<b>IN WEST POINT GRAY</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Florence Kimball Russel</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"Singularly enough one of the best books of the year for boys is written
by a woman and deals with life at West Point. The presentment of life in
the famous military academy whence so many heroes have graduated is
realistic and enjoyable."—<i>New York Sun.</i></p>
<b>FROM CHEVRONS TO SHOULDER STRAPS</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Florence Kimball Russel</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>West Point again forms the background of a new volume in this popular
series, and relates the experience of Jack Stirling during his junior
and senior years.</p>
<b>THE SANDMAN: HIS FARM STORIES</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">William J. Hopkins</span>. With fifty illustrations by Ada Clendenin
Williamson.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"An amusing, original book, written for the benefit of very small
children. It should be one of the most popular of the year's books for
reading to small children."—<i>Buffalo Express.</i></p>
<b>THE SANDMAN: MORE FARM STORIES</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">William J. Hopkins</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Mr. Hopkins's first essay at bedtime stories met with such approval that
this second book of "Sandman" tales was issued for scores of eager
children. Life on the farm, and out-of-doors, is portrayed in his
inimitable manner.</p>
<b>THE SANDMAN: HIS SHIP STORIES</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">William J. Hopkins</span>, author of "The Sandman: His Farm Stories," etc.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"Children call for these stories over and over again."—<i>Chicago Evening
Post.</i></p>
<b>THE SANDMAN, HIS SEA STORIES</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">William J. Hopkins</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Each year adds to the popularity of this unique series of stories to be
read to the little ones at bed time and at other times.</p>
<b>THE DOCTOR'S LITTLE GIRL</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Marion Ames Taggart</span>, author of "Pussy-Cat Town," etc.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>One vol., library, 12mo, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>A thoroughly enjoyable tale of a little girl and her comrade father,
written in a delightful vein of sympathetic comprehension of the child's
point of view.</p>
<b>SWEET NANCY</b>
<p><span class="smcap">The Further Adventures of the Doctor's Little Girl</span>. By <span class="smcap">Marion Ames
Taggart</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>One vol., library, 12mo, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>In the new book, the author tells how Nancy becomes in fact "the
doctor's assistant," and continues to shed happiness around her.</p>
<b>THE CHRISTMAS-MAKERS' CLUB</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Edith A. Sawyer</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>A delightful story for girls, full of the real spirit of Christmas. It
abounds in merrymaking and the right kind of fun.</p>
<b>CARLOTA</b>
<p><span class="smcap">A Story of the San Gabriel Mission</span>. By <span class="smcap">Frances Margaret Fox</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Ethelind Ridgway,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"It is a pleasure to recommend this little story as an entertaining
contribution to juvenile literature."—<i>The New York Sun.</i></p>
<b>THE SEVEN CHRISTMAS CANDLES</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Frances Margaret Fox</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Ethelind Ridgway,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Miss Fox's new book deals with the fortunes of the delightful Mulvaney
children.</p>
<b>PUSSY-CAT TOWN</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Marion Ames Taggart</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"Anything more interesting than the doings of the cats in this story,
their humor, their wisdom, their patriotism, would be hard to
imagine."—<i>Chicago Post.</i></p>
<b>THE ROSES OF SAINT ELIZABETH</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Jane Scott Woodruff</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Adelaide Everhart,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>This is a charming little story of a child whose father was caretaker of
the great castle of the Wartburg, where Saint Elizabeth once had her
home.</p>
<b>GABRIEL AND THE HOUR BOOK</b>
<p>By <span class="smcap">Evaleen Stein</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Adelaide Everhart,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Gabriel was a loving, patient, little French lad, who assisted the monks
in the long ago days, when all the books were written and illuminated by
hand, in the monasteries.</p>
<b>THE ENCHANTED AUTOMOBILE</b>
<p>Translated from the French by <span class="smcap">Mary J. Safford</span></p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Edna M. Sawyer,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"An up-to-date French fairy-tale which fairly radiates the spirit of the
hour,—unceasing diligence."—<i>Chicago Record-Herald.</i></p>
<b>O-HEART-SAN</b>
<p><span class="smcap">The Story of a Japanese Girl</span>. By <span class="smcap">Helen Eggleston Haskell</span>.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Frank P. Fairbanks,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"The story comes straight from the heart of Japan. The shadow of
Fujiyama lies across it and from every page breathes the fragrance of
tea leaves, cherry blossoms and chrysanthemums."—<i>The Chicago
Inter-Ocean.</i></p>
<b>THE YOUNG SECTION-HAND:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, The Adventures of Allan West</span>. By <span class="smcap">Burton E.
Stevenson</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Mr. Stevenson's hero is 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.</p>
<b>THE YOUNG TRAIN DISPATCHER.</b> By <span class="smcap">Burton E. Stevenson</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"A better book for boys has never left an American press."—<i>Springfield
Union.</i></p>
<b>THE YOUNG TRAIN MASTER.</b> By <span class="smcap">Burton E. Stevenson</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"Nothing better in the way of a book of adventure for boys in which the
actualities of life are set forth in a practical way could be devised or
written."—<i>Boston Herald.</i></p>
<b>CAPTAIN JACK LORIMER.</b> By <span class="smcap">Winn Standish</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Jack is a fine example of the all-around American high-school boy.</p>
<b>JACK LORIMER'S CHAMPIONS:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, Sports on Land and Lake</span>. By <span class="smcap">Winn Standish</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"It is exactly the sort of book to give a boy interested in athletics,
for it shows him what it means to always 'play fair.'"—<i>Chicago
Tribune.</i></p>
<b>JACK LORIMER'S HOLIDAYS:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, Millvale High in Camp</span>. By <span class="smcap">Winn Standish</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>Full of just the kind of fun, sports and adventure to excite the healthy
minded youngster to emulation.</p>
<b>JACK LORIMER'S SUBSTITUTE:</b> <span class="smcap">Or, The Acting Captain of the Team</span>. By <span class="smcap">Winn
Standish</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>On the sporting side, this book takes up football, wrestling,
tobogganing, but it is more of a school story perhaps than any of its
predecessors.</p>
<b>CAPTAIN JINKS:</b> <span class="smcap">The Autobiography of a Shetland Pony</span>. By <span class="smcap">Frances Hodges
White</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>The story of Captain Jinks and his faithful dog friend Billy, their
quaint conversations and their exciting adventures, will be eagerly read
by thousands of boys and girls. The story is beautifully written and
will take its place alongside of "Black Beauty" and "Beautiful Joe."</p>
<b>THE RED FEATHERS.</b> By <span class="smcap">Theodore Roberts</span>.
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="price">
<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"The Red Feathers" tells of the remarkable adventures of an Indian boy
who lived in the Stone Age, many years ago, when the world was young.</p>
<b>FLYING PLOVER.</b> By <span class="smcap">Theodore Roberts</span>.
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<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative. Illustrated by Charles Livingston Bull,</td><td align='left'>$1.00</td></tr>
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<p>Squat-By-The-Fire is a very old and wise Indian who lives alone with her
grandson, "Flying Plover," to whom she tells the stories each evening.</p>
<b>THE WRECK OF THE OCEAN QUEEN.</b> By <span class="smcap">James Otis</span>, author of "Larry Hudson's
Ambition," etc.
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<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
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<p>"A stirring story of wreck and mutiny, which boys will find especially
absorbing. The many young admirers of James Otis will not let this book
escape them, for it fully equals its many predecessors in excitement and
sustained interest."—<i>Chicago Evening Post.</i></p>
<b>LITTLE WHITE INDIANS.</b> By <span class="smcap">Fannie E. Ostrander</span>.
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<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.25</td></tr>
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<p>"A bright, interesting story which will appeal strongly to the
'make-believe' instinct in children, and will give them a healthy,
active interest in 'the simple life.'"</p>
<b>MARCHING WITH MORGAN.</b> <span class="smcap">How Donald Lovell Became a Soldier of the
Revolution</span>. By <span class="smcap">John L. Veasy</span>.
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<tr><td align='left'>Cloth decorative, illustrated,</td><td align='left'>$1.50</td></tr>
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<p>This is a splendid boy's story of the expedition of Montgomery and
Arnold against Quebec.</p>
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<h2>COSY CORNER SERIES</h2>
<p>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.</p>
<p>The numerous illustrations in each book are by well-known artists, and
each volume has a separate attractive cover design.</p>
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<tr><td align='left'>Each 1 vol., 16mo, cloth,</td><td align='left'>$0.50</td></tr>
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<h2><i>By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON</i></h2>
<b>THE LITTLE COLONEL (Trade Mark.)</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>THE GIANT SCISSORS</b>
<p>This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures in France. 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."</p>
<b>TWO LITTLE KNIGHTS OF KENTUCKY</b>
<p><span class="smcap">Who Were the Little Colonel's Neighbors.</span></p>
<p>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."</p>
<b>MILDRED'S INHERITANCE</b>
<p>A delightful little story of a lonely English girl who comes to America
and is befriended by a sympathetic American family who are attracted by
her beautiful speaking voice. By means of this one gift she is enabled
to help a school-girl who has temporarily lost the use of her eyes, and
thus finally her life becomes a busy, happy one.</p>
<b>CICELY AND OTHER STORIES FOR GIRLS</b>
<p>The readers of Mrs. Johnston's charming juveniles will be glad to learn
of the issue of this volume for young people.</p>
<b>AUNT 'LIZA'S HERO AND OTHER STORIES</b>
<p>A collection of six bright little stories, which will appeal to all boys
and most girls.</p>
<b>BIG BROTHER</b>
<p>A story of two boys. The devotion and care of Stephen, himself a small
boy, for his baby brother, is the theme of the simple tale.</p>
<b>OLE MAMMY'S TORMENT</b>
<p>"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.</p>
<b>THE STORY OF DAGO</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>FLIP'S ISLANDS OF PROVIDENCE</b>
<p>A story of a boy's life battle, his early defeat, and his final triumph,
well worth the reading.</p>
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<h2><i>By EDITH ROBINSON</i></h2>
<b>A LITTLE PURITAN'S FIRST CHRISTMAS</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>A LITTLE DAUGHTER OF LIBERTY</b>
<p>The author introduces this story as follows:</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<b>A LOYAL LITTLE MAID</b>
<p>A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary days, in which the
child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, renders important services to George
Washington.</p>
<b>A LITTLE PURITAN REBEL</b>
<p>This is an historical tale of a real girl, during the time when the
gallant Sir Harry Vane was governor of Massachusetts.</p>
<b>A LITTLE PURITAN PIONEER</b>
<p>The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settlement at
Charlestown.</p>
<b>A LITTLE PURITAN BOUND GIRL</b>
<p>A story of Boston in Puritan days, which is of great interest to
youthful readers.</p>
<b>A LITTLE PURITAN CAVALIER</b>
<p>The story of a "Little Puritan Cavalier" who tried with all his boyish
enthusiasm to emulate the spirit and ideals of the dead Crusaders.</p>
<b>A PURITAN KNIGHT ERRANT</b>
<p>The story tells of a young lad in Colonial times who endeavored to carry
out the high ideals of the knights of olden days.</p>
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<h2><i>By OUIDA</i> (<i>Louise de la Ramee</i>)</h2>
<b>A DOG OF FLANDERS</b>
<p><span class="smcap">A Christmas Story</span></p>
<p>Too well and favorably known to require description.</p>
<b>THE NURNBERG STOVE</b>
<p>This beautiful story has never before been published at a popular price.</p>
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<h2><i>By FRANCES MARGARET FOX</i></h2>
<b>THE LITTLE GIANT'S NEIGHBOURS</b>
<p>A charming nature story of a "little giant" whose neighbors were the
creatures of the field and garden.</p>
<b>FARMER BROWN AND THE BIRDS</b>
<p>A little story which teaches children that the birds are man's best
friends.</p>
<b>BETTY OF OLD MACKINAW</b>
<p>A charming story of child life.</p>
<b>BROTHER BILLY</b>
<p>The story of Betty's brother, and some further adventures of Betty
herself.</p>
<b>MOTHER NATURE'S LITTLE ONES</b>
<p>Curious little sketches describing the early lifetime, or "childhood,"
of the little creatures out-of-doors.</p>
<b>HOW CHRISTMAS CAME TO THE MULVANEYS</b>
<p>A bright, lifelike little story of a family of poor children with an
unlimited capacity for fun and mischief.</p>
<b>THE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS</b>
<p>Miss Fox has vividly described the happy surprises that made the
occasion so memorable to the Mulvaneys, and the funny things the
children did in their new environment.</p>
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<h2><i>By MISS MULOCK</i></h2>
<b>THE LITTLE LAME PRINCE</b>
<p>A delightful story of a little boy who has many adventures by means of
the magic gifts of his fairy godmother.</p>
<b>ADVENTURES OF A BROWNIE</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>HIS LITTLE MOTHER</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>LITTLE SUNSHINE'S HOLIDAY</b>
<p>An attractive story of a summer outing. "Little Sunshine" is another of
those beautiful child-characters for which Miss Mulock is so justly
famous.</p>
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<h2><i>By MARSHALL SAUNDERS</i></h2>
<b>FOR HIS COUNTRY</b>
<p>A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved his country;
written with that charm which has endeared Miss Saunders to hosts of
readers.</p>
<b>NITA, THE STORY OF AN IRISH SETTER </b> In this touching little book, Miss
Saunders shows how dear to her heart are all of God's dumb creatures.<br/><br/>
<b>ALPATOK, THE STORY OF AN ESKIMO DOG</b>
<p>Alpatok, an Eskimo dog from the far north, was stolen from his master
and left to starve in a strange city, but was befriended and cared for,
until he was able to return to his owner.</p>
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<h2><i>By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE</i></h2>
<b>THE FARRIER'S DOG AND HIS FELLOW</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>THE FORTUNES OF THE FELLOW</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>THE BEST OF FRIENDS</b>
<p>This continues the experiences of the Farrier's dog and his Fellow,
written in Mr. Dromgoole's well-known charming style.</p>
<b>DOWN IN DIXIE</b>
<p>A fascinating story for boys and girls, of a family of Alabama children
who move to Florida and grow up in the South.</p>
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<h2><i>By MARIAN W. WILDMAN</i></h2>
<b>LOYALTY ISLAND</b>
<p>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.</p>
<b>THEODORE AND THEODORA</b>
<p>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."</p>
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<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p>
<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections.
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