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Show 3st PRINCESS MARY‘S (JIF'I‘ HOOK is_the brute that takes delight in thus stoning: the distress ed Ant who clings in her (lespan' now to this side. now to that. as best she nia\~ so as not to roll to the bottom o1" the pi'eeipiee! The brute is the \n‘tu hon. the, riitlian. lying in ambush down in his 1'iinni‘l. See what he is Ile takes on his flat head a load. :1 short-Hi of sand. and llinus it in theair towards the Ant. with a sudden. quirk d jerk ot' the neek like fh'hig‘. AN ANGEL OF GOD tlhe, ino\enient ()1 a spring". The shoyell'uls 1ollow rapidlv, one alter t ie other. \\ lioosh.' And whoosh! Do you want another ' There‘s one. A TRUE STORY .\ on dont want another! There‘s one all the saint-V "What can the Ant do. I ask you. on the slope ol‘ that terrible 1.111)." IL‘I‘C t. the ground talls troni under lICl' in :1 rushinw' torrent while A . s 1A s1 aniaill v ot prhblcs i dashes down . 1roni above .' In vain she I"struw'u‘h-s‘' with 41 s .' . .". ‘. tiephuk o1 despan. ' to] eaeh step 1orwzird fibrii‘ she . takes three bark coining nearer and nearer to the dreadt'iil jaws that, are w aitin‘er 1111' hery at the bottom of the tunnel. Bruised and dazed w itli the stoning. she rolls over and oVei‘. right into the jaws. The jaws seixe her and everything disappears under the sand :l not a traee remains ot‘ the reeent tragedv. I'e-ieetii finitely(, ("l )1 llv y‘ buri 1 um ‘I ' the snid ot ' his ' l.i.u, ' the Ant-lio " n devours his ' an" (1! ]met pie). \\ lieu the meal is over. there remains a dry fi' ass. \\ 11('l must be thrown away. tor, if le1‘t in the, funnel it HIIU'lIt Aiiehten ‘crk ofany i] game '1 - in 1‘iitiii‘e‘ 1and I 1eit" iay tie 1 limiter in ' his "i ambush. h ie s 10\ el. that is to say. a toss 01' the flat lie-id flino's it outside the hole. ‘ ‘1' 1 i . W . up ,1 lhcn the {\nt-h'o n repairs the d f} e'LoLusei grains ot sand, touehes ainag‘e done to his trap, removes u p the slopes to make them ready )1 a new ‘shde. IIe biiries himself as I have described and awaits the eonnng‘ ot the next Ant. I )Co )1that 1 lb.' how' the ' I :\nt-hon ' i ' dinner. seeiu'es his ‘ 1 e \\ 10 say that animals have no sense I And yet there are BY ELLEN 'I‘IIORNEYCRUFT rowrizn Ul'airiliyx by S‘I'EVEN srtziuuicn, 1H. "Yon may talk ahout the Germans as much as you like." remarked hlrs‘. Batterby with her customary deeision; "but, for my part. I have no doubt that we shall beat them in the end: no doubt whatsoever 3 " " Still. the German hosts are very numerous. and their artillery is magnificent," said Mrs. Veale. who. mueh as she longed for the del'eat 01' (lei-many, longed for the defeat of Mrs. Hatterby still more. Little Miss Skipworth hastened. as usual. to thrust in the olive« braneh. "Dear Mrs. Batterhy is thinking,r of the superior courage of our brave English soldiers," she explained gently. But Mrs. Batterhy could not stand beintnr Bowdlerised. or even translated. "No, I wasn't. Matilda; at least not at that particular minute, 1.11011in nobody admires the courage 01' the British Army more than I do. and always have done. and especially with Lord KiLi-hener at their head and in action against the enemy. I've got a very high opinion of the British soldier myself; none higher: nineh too high, in 1'aet, to allow him to wear a collar to his bed-jacket like the one you are making, Matilda, without speaking a word in his det'enee." Matilda collapsed at once: she was eomposed of the most eol- lapsible material ever provided for the manufacture 01' souls. " \\'hat is wrong with my collar, Mrs. latterby? I thought I was exactly eopying‘ the pattern sent to us by the Red Cross. Anyway, I was trying to do so." . I " Trying and sueeeeding‘ are two different things. "'lllt'll I should have thohg‘ht youid have 1'oiind out by this time. Matilda, and you liveiand-tortv. it‘ you are a day! (live me the collar. and I‘ll tix it 1'or you. or ‘else the wounded soldier that wears itwill wish he had died in the trenches het'ore he had the ehanee of putting it: on, n» .).l |