for it? Krigspill, or some such barbarism."

"No, sir; can't say I've ever played it," said Billy; "I should like to try my hand at it."

"Oh, he'd pick it up at once," said Betty. "And I shouldn't care to be the enemy if he gets to play it like he plays Jigsaw. I never saw anything so marvellous. But to business. We've got to fill in that yawning chasm over the head of the Jap man."

"Perhaps it's a bit of background." "You can't have background cutting off half his head."

"He may have lost the other half at Port Arthur."

"What about this donkey-pannier? you've got to find a place for that. Why not try it on his head?"

"But it won't go. It's broad at the top and narrow at the bottom-just the opposite of the gap."

"I suppose," said Billy, "it couldn't possibly be one of those straw-hats the Japanese johnnies wear-like a beehive? You might just turn the thing upside down and see if it goes."

"Well, I'm jigsawed," cried Betty. "You're simply beyond everything, Mr. Darton. Father, we've been entertaining a genius unaware."

"Bravo, Darton!" said the General. "Thank you, Sir," said Billy.

That was Saturday night, and by the following evening Billy had achieved a still greater quest. He broke it to me next morning in the Carstairs motor on the way to the station.

"My dear boy," I cried, "a thousand congratulations. She's a charming

Punch.

girl, and you thoroughly deserve her. Beauty at the prow and brains at the helm-a perfect combination. Parents agreeable and all that?"

"Went better than I expected," said Billy. "Afraid they might buck a bit owing to my- well, the fact is they used to think rather poorly of my intelligence. But now they tell me they've no hesitation in trusting Betty to me, as they're sure I have a career before me."

"No wonder," I said, "after your record performance with the puzzle. You surpassed yourself."

"Pretty good, wasn't it?" said Billy. "But I don't mind telling you now, strictly between ourselves, that that puzzle was a plant."

"A plant!" I cried. "What kind of a plant?"

"Sort of a daisy," said Billy. "I brought it down myself on Saturday. Man in the regiment showed me how it went, and I did it over and over scores of times, till I knew it by heart."

"And you were dishonorable enough to impose on that sweet girl's innocence and credulity? Oh, Billy!"

"You wrong me, old man," he replied. "As thingummy said, 'I could not love the dear so much, loved I not honor more'!"

"But you deceived her," I insisted. "You led her to suppose that you were a genius. Is that your idea of conduct befitting an officer and a gentleman?"

"Dear old chap," said Billy, "you don't understand. I'm not clever enough for that. The plant was her own notion, bless her."

Owen Seaman.

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By the red ore that we forge, dashing stone on stone,

By the thatched towns on the hills that

were once our own,

By our furrowed garden-ground, by our dappled flocks,

By the graves our cold folk fill under burning rocks,—

Ye that dream white nights of yours in deep Tempe's dell

Ye that in your visions ply shepherd's crook and reed

Strive and cry for Arcady in her year of need!

Rally to them in their strait, pasture, tilth, and stall,

Rally to our succor, ye, we be shepherds all!

Arcady? Yes, Arcady, ours the sacred name!

What if this gray river-chine hath not Ladon's fame?

tilth, and stall,

Rally to our succor, ye, we be shepherds all!

Arthur Shearly Cripps.

O, LITTLE FEET.

O, little feet, that with vain tender

ness

We would have shielded on life's thorny way:

Withdrawn from touch of ours, and dear caress,

On what far summits do you walk to-day?