steady stream of cold water from some unfriendly source. Before we could investigate the matter or get into dry clothes, a violent ringing of the door-bell was heard, and a sound as of smashing glass and tramping feet in the rooms below. Leander was shouting, "Father! Father!" without regard to elocutionary rules, and Miranda Dorothea was screaming with fright. Aristarchus was struggling into some clothes and I was wrapping a bed-quilt about my drenched person, when our chamber door burst suddenly open and a fireman, with glazed hat on his head and axe in hand, demanded to be told in what part of the house the fire was located. We had hard work to convince him that the house was not and had not been on fire, and our united efforts were unavailing to stop the stream of water that was pouring into our chamber, or the stream of furniture and books that was pouring out of the rooms below, until the latter were nearly emptied and the former was nearly inundated. But the work of destruction was at last stayed, and the fire-company and attending crowd dispersed, except an army of small boys, who remained behind to cheer Aristarchus and me, while we conveyed the ruins of our books and furniture into the house. Many of the books were torn from their covers as they were thrown from the windows, and some were soaked with water, while not an article of furniture had escaped damage of some kind. It seemed likely to prove the most expensive adventure with which we had ever met. Aristarchus dropped elocution-so did Leander and Miranda Dorothea. I never picked it up. THE OLD MAN'S SHIP COMES HOME. C H. H. BROWN. LIMB the old tower, watchman, Let its clear tones swell; For low! upon the waves afar, 'Neath the morning's brightest star, A ship is riding at full sail! She'll anchor in the haven, Ere yet the sun shines clear! Then loudly ring, O watchman, And call the people here. 'Twas years ago, long years ago, Many look from the yonder shore With love for the wanderer here, They bid me wait; in patience watch; Help me to climb life's headlands steep And thus I've waited that ship's return The bark of youth that sailed from port Therein I sent my dearest treasure- Hope and love and aspiration- Oft on yon height I've stood alone, And now beneath the morning-star And through the radiant door ajar Glorious she comes! O watchman, ring! 66 'The ship is here!" The ship is here!" Oh, let the bell And to the sleeping heaven tell The ship is here!" [Bell.] "Oh, speed her well! Watchman, with each clanging stroke [Gun.] Boom! boom! " Bell.] She comes in triumph then; Our ventures have successful been. [Old man.] "Hurrah! Hurrah!" [Bell.] "Speed well! Speed well!" I've watched her oft and waited long Bell.] 66 'Tis well!" [Old man.] "Thank God!" Oh, let your bell ring out again ! [Old man.] "Thank God!" [Bell.] "Amen!" [Old man.] "Thank God!" Captain, sold ye my venture? and the price? Nay! I read in thy honest face, My ventures brought me but disgrace! Silver and gold and merchandise, Brought rich return; 'Twas a useless urn! Have pity, God. Oh, toll the bell; O'er a wasted life, o'er hopes interred; But yet God's hand is in it all; I trust him yet whate'er befal; Then toll the bell a pitying strain: [Old man.] "Praise God! [Bell.] "Amen! amen! amen!" "Nay! good sir, your venture paid More than all the rest beside! My ship could not bear so great a treasure, Angel hands ring thy birthday bell, Within the hearts that love thee well, Thou'lt find more than thy youthful dream!" Oh, let the bell ring once again! 66 [Old man.] God is good! 66 'Tis well! 'Tis well!" "Amen! amen! amen! amen!" [Old man.] "God is good!" [Bell.] [Bell.] JEAN NOEL: A STORY OF CHRISTMAS IN FRANCE. DRAMATIZED BY RUTH GOWE. [By permission of Messrs. Estes & Lauriat, publishers.] SCENE II.-Interior of Pierre Briguez's cottage. SCENE III.-Room in the chateau. SCENES IV and V.-Interior of Pierre Briguez's cottage. SCENE I. A road. Enter little JEANNE BRIGUEZ, with dress in wild disorder, trying to hold a white woolen scarf about her neck and to keep a basket of eggs on her other arm from spill |