And when the hero helped the girl, Budd up and yelled "Hoo

ray!”

am-"

He'd clean fergot the whole blame thing was nothin' but a play.
At last the villain trapped the girl—that sweet confidin' child-
And when she cried for help, why, I'll admit that I was riled;
The hero couldn't do a thing but roll and writhe around
And tug and groan because they'd got the poor chap gagged

and bound.
The maiden cried : “Unhand me now, er, weak girl that I
And then Budd Wilkins he jumped up and give his hat a slam,
And, quicker'n I can tell it, he was up there raisin' Ned,
A-rescuin' the maiden and a-punchin' the rogue's head.
I can't, somehow, perticklerize concernin' that there row;
The whole thing seems a sort of blur, as I recall it now.
But I can still remember that there was a fearful thud,
With the air chock-full of arms and legs and the villain under

Budd. I never see a chap so bruised and battered up before As that there villain was when he was picked up from the floor! The show? Oh, it was bu'sted, and they put poor Budd in jail, And kept him there all night, because I couldn't go his bail. Next mornin' what d'you think we heard? Most s’prised in all

my life!

That sweet, confidin' maiden was the cruel villain's wife! Budd wilted when he heard it, and he groaned, and then, says

he: “ Well, I'll be dummed! Bill, that's the last pay actin' show

fer me!”

ON THE TERRACE.

E. NESBIT.

SHE. So you're going to Scotland to-morrow,

And our foolish dream-holiday ends.

Life is parting, and parting is sorrow

But I hope we shall always be friends!

HE. Yes, friends. When you're Duchess of Mayrose,

Will you ever look back with regret,
To the day when we parted, to-day, Rose-

Or the wonderful day when we met?

ShE. Oh, no, I shall never regret you.

You know we agreed it was best,
You'd forget me and I should forget you,

And time should take care of the rest.

HE. You know I must marry for money.

I haven't a sou to my name!

SHE. Yes, I know; it's as sad as it's funny
That my

situation's the same.

And the Duke comes to-day

He.

Yes, confound it!
My eye's on the Lodge—when I see
That brute and his carriage come round it,

Then “ Hey! bonnie Scotland !” for me.

She. That girl you are going to marry,

I'm sure she's red-haired and tall,
And freckled-broad Scotch-my poor Harry,

You're not to be envied at all!

He. And your Duke? He is sixty and over,

And crooked and cross as can be;
A very desirable lover,

That's one consolation for me!

She. Don't talk about him; I would rather

Forget him as long as I can.
Hal—are you quite sure that your father

Is set on this Scotch heiress plan?

He. Yes-embarrassed estates-empty coffers

Don't talk about that—but instead,
Let's talk of your Duke's handsome offers,

And all that your mother has said.

SHE. You need not remind me. Don't fear it!

I know we agreed we must part,
And you'll find it quite easy to bear it-

SHE. We must take the world as we find it;

Love's all very well for a day;
But when love has no fortune behind it,

Love fades very quickly away.

He. Yes—of course; but these weeks have been pleas

ant!

You remember the first day we met? SHE. That's one of the things which at present

I think we had better forget.

HE. There's the carriage! I'm off to my Carry!

Rose don't look like that! You will fall!
Are you sure that you do mean to marry

That loathsome old man, after all ?

SHE. Yes, of course. Ah, good-bye! it is better,

Believe me, when duties are done;
You'll find time to send me a letter,

To say how your wooing goes on?

HE. Good-bye! There are wheels on the gravel! SHE. Good-bye—since you will have it so!

It's beautiful weather to travel;

And the DukeHE.

Hang the Duke! I won't go!

GWENDOLEN.

HATTIE TYNG GRISWOLD.

(By permission of the author.)

M

Y lady Gwendolen would ride.

The hounds are baying in the wood,

Her steed with trappings white and gold Champs at the door in restive mood. She lingers on the winding stair,

She watches as a page draws near. From out his doublet's silken fold

The longed-for missive comes to cheer.

Now gaily to the hounds away!

“One royal day of life we'll name," She murmurs, while the bounding blood

Courses through all her veins like flame. An ecstasy of mad delight,

Glorious, exultant, in her stirs; All fear is gone, all caution fled,

A day, one royal day, is hers.

Deeply into the wood she rides.

Its shades are dark, its labyrinths dense, The silence of its dusky isles

Is growing sombre and intense.
She heeds it not. The eyes she seeks

Will light for her the darkest place;
The voice she listens for will fill

All voids within the arc of space.

In green and gold she rides to-day.

Her plumes are drooping to her waist, Her velvet bodice like a glove

Fits the full curves by it embraced. Her curls are tossing in the breeze,

Golden and soft as silken floss;

Two tiny jeweled daggers lie

Her bosom's beauteous lines across.

Sudden her rapt face gleams and glows

She hears afar a coming steed;
Her breath comes quick, her pulses throb;

Unto her way she gives no heed.
The winding path turns sharply now,

And on her, ere she is aware,
Her lord, with fury in his look

Whose peaceful look is hard to bear.

A flash of steel—a woman's shriek

A heavy fall-and, fold on fold,
Trailing mid tangled brake and broom,

My lady's habit green and gold;
While deeper in the deadly wood

A knight lies prone, whose hands still press
A tiny note whose fateful lines

Are circled by a golden tress.

A STUDIOUS GIRL.

MINNE W. GATES. CHARACTERS: Sue and NELL, college students.

SCENE: Sue is discovered seated at a table piled with textbooks; note-books, pencils, etc., scattered about.

SUE. Oh, dear! all my lessons to get for to-morrow, and it's eight o'clock already. I hate books. There isn't any sense in them anyway. My brain is almost worn out now, studying so hard, and I'm only at the beginning. I am sure it won't last me until I get to be a senior. I don't want to be a senior anyhow, and sit on the front seat at chapel,-nobody can have any fun there. But may be I won't care about fun when I get to be a senior. I guess I'll feel so important and so old that I'll be like all the rest of them and not mind sitting up in front a bit. Oh, hum! [Yawning.] This is not getting my lessons. I do hope Nell will not come in to-night; she talks all the time and I never can get any studying done if she comes. If she