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Show 16 PRINCESS MARY‘S GIFT BOOK indeed almost every one in the village-made a lot of inquiries about her. CHARLIE THE COX He did not succeed in findingr out why she called herself "the Honourable," but the questions 11 ‘ asked her made her so angry that she packed up her trunks and left the village at once. i I met the Colonel the day after she left, and told him I was afraid we should all miss her. A LIFE POEM The Colonel chuckled in a self-satisfied way. BY IIALL CAINE " I told you we ought to get rid of her," he said. " and we have." " You don‘t mean to say you think she was reallv a spy ? '7 I said. Painting by CHARLES NAPIER HEMY, ILA. ~ " She was a good deal worse," said the Colonel ;‘ " shewas a public nuisance," Drawings by ARCH. "'EBB Later on the Colonel took a kindlier view of Mrs. Minuns. " Only for her," he said to Inc a week ago, " we shouldnt have had Boy Seouts here. "'6 have quite a good company now. that much good, anyhow." ' The Colonel did her no more than bare justice. She did us i ()ur Scouts CHARLIE was the cox of our Peel lifeboat. A braver spirit never sailed the sea. Years ago, in a terrific gale, a ship from Norway, the St. George, though they have caught 110 more spies, have improved the weneral tone came dead on for the wildest part of our coast, the fierce headland of the village. that lies back of the old Castle rock. The Colonel is their commanding oilieerjind thouuh I do not say so in public, they have done him a lot of good. a c The sound signal was fired, and Charlie and his brave comrades went out to her. She was reeling,r on the top of a tremendous sea, and there was no coming near to her side. It was an awful task to get the crew aboard the lifeboat, but Charlie saved every soul, and lost not a hand of his own. "hen the "traveller" was rigged and the " breeches " were ready, and the crew of the doomed ship were at the bulwarks waiting to leave her, Charlie sang out over the elamour of the sea: " How many are you ? " " 'I‘wenty-Ibur," came back as answer. Then Charlie cried, " I can see only twenty-three." "The other man is hurt. Hes dying. No use saving him," the Norseman shouted. " You'll bring the dying man on (leek before a soul of you leaves the ship," cried Charlie. There was a woman among them, and when the carpenter came scudding down the rope he had a canvas bag on his back. " No tools here," shouted Charlie. " It's the ehik ," said the man. The captain came next. He had left everything else behind himuhis money, his instruments, his clothes, his shipdbut out of his pocket there peeped the head of a baby's doll. It \ *as a thrilling rescue, but to see it in all its splendour you must have a drop of our \\ WHINI MHLHV |