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Evening Post, Volume CXV, Issue 147, 24 June 1933, Page 20

THE SKATING GALA . ——<r**>w«)—— (Original, by "Tippetty Toes," aged 11, of Brooklyn.) BETS^ came skimming across the ice as if she had winged feet instead of skates, circled round twice, then glided over the pool. "Bravo!" cried her cousin Mavis. "You will certainly wp the cup at the gala tomorrow." , Betsy Jackson was home for tho winter ,holidays front r St.* Chad's boarding School where,she had won her scholarship at Christmas.- Just then | Mx. Dawso_',Vlter .beloved;, guardian, entored tho old world garden, and Seemg1 ' Mavis and" Be. sy .By. the "frozen pool, joined them. "Well, let me sco what progress you have made, 1' ho said, and topic ~a ' seat by Mavis. He watched the graceful figure tof Betsy., cut the • i<?e smooihly';7 WJien;.sh6:_,flnished, he patted her hair. "I hope you win the cup, girlie.*' V , Mavis and Betsy started off to the Skating, G-nla immediately after i lunch, where they shook hands with Sir Duncan and his daughter Mary. ' Soon tho competitors began to arrive in: numbers, and .it two o'clock the competition for the best skatci _tarted. Betsy did a maivellous act, and was applauded loudly. Betsy noticed among the spectators a girl belonging to St.-- Chad's, and found aftcrwa. ds .that she was Doiecn Badcly, a girl whom she detested. Dorcen was a lonely girl who wanted to make friends with Betsy,:but she hadn't any time for this sickly-looking child. So Dorcen had no friend in the school* , After afternoon tea the cup was awarded to Betsy by Sir Duncan. It was later that Betsy was skating alono on tho ice, and a pair of sad eyes peeped at her from behind a clump of . trees. As Betsy neared the centre of tho lake, a crack was heard in the ice, and before Betsy could save herself sho had plunged into the icy water beneath. Doreen from the bushes gave a wild cry of ""Help! Help!" and darted forward, crawled across tho ice, graspcil, Betsy's numb fingeis, :md drew back towards the banks. 'By_ this time Sir Duncan, Mary, Mr. Dawson, and a crowd of people had come running to tho lake, aroused by Doreen's cries. Mr. Dawson sped to their assistance, and clasping Betsy tightly in his arms he went buck to Sir Duncan's house, with*a half-frozen girUollowing. ' , "Oh, Dorcen," breathed Betsy, "how ever can I thank you for saving, my life." '~,,. . ' - "That "was'nothing," Doreen answered, blushing a Tosy pink. "But I ask you, Betsy, please be my friend 'when wo get back to school." "Why, yes,''■ cried Betsy. ■ Next fortnight tho girls at St. Chad's heard of Doreen's brave act, and she is as popular now as Betsy.