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OUR OWN VERSES THE WISH. "BY THE SEn." (Orloinal. ) How I lone, to be down by the sea, A'\^,^ q S?&/°«~ AnST*' and ***. with a Pievc "Then .' could'havo "wish, Where 8 o Lno'li C .s an., bask. In. the sun from reiver S'-" I Th.^^c place 1 love. Oho' ' r^'lur" . S"»w onfu.cn ! With a run. a jump, and a graceful dive, ~' , ~,r , IVp nipi.-fi it now I Into the water I go Hying. ■• OhYßn, A"dha" SroVped'lt" '^ »»<> •I""* "»ilc lho co!d wlndt I'm sure 1 don't know how! signing, I wonder if I wished now. And I run mid skip and hop aliout, That mv wish would come true. Like » frollcliliiK lui)il> just let out; Anvwnv I'll have mv wish ■ • And I play and the children play'with me. "\"dI'll know when thanioon Is blue! ,•: :' Ah! Thq tou-his the. plaeo where I would be,. "PHINCESS OF NOD" (11). _, ,' '. "HIAWATHA" (ID- . Jfewtown. ( ...... ...-■. Hastenon. A PICTURE TO PAINT

A MOUSE'S STORY (Original.) One day I heard the cook say that the brown mouse with the short whiskers must be caught. I was very frightened when I heard this, because I was the brown mouse with the short whiskers. But Cook did not mention my hard tail nor my cars which can hear even the tiniest movement. I hope Cook does not get Pussy one of my enemies, to try to catch me, but we do have some fun darting round the corners. Those traps are troublesome objects, but as I am old now; I have much more sense than to be caught, by silly things like traps. I love going with Uncle Topsy, who is a country mouse, into the fields, but I am terrified of Mr. Long Feathers, who is a very hungry owl. One day Uncle and I were walking along the road when something made us stumble nearly into the mouth of one of Mr. Long Feathers's .babies which had been pushed out of the nest for pecking Mrs. Long Feathers's tail when she was not looking. My word; I thought I would have been eaten if Uncle had not given a loud squeak which brought thousands of mice. Lean mice, fat mice, brown mice, brawny mice, and hundreds of other different kinds. "My secret is now out," said Uncle,-"I am King of all these mice and this beautiful mouse is your aunt and the Queen." I was proud of my hew aunt, who was as kind as she was beautiful. She had a beautiful umbrella which Puss stole one day when she was visiting me. Grandpa was a kind old mouse, . who was caught by a new trap whifch had a tempting smell of toasted cheese. Uncle is getting old now, but he promises me that when he dies I may be King of all those mice, so I shall take care that Cook does not catch me." "POOH BEAR" (9). Ngaio. A MAHARAJAH'S HOMECOMING. * m Returning home from foreign parts, the Maharajah of Mysore gave thanks to the gods of his ancestors, and much entertainment to his people. None of his ancestors had crossed the seas. The Maharajah, after visiting England, Germany, Italy, and France, will go through elaborate rites of„ purification;' but at the Dasera Festival of Mysore the only thought was of rejoicing.The Maharajah, after ten days of fasting, held a Durbar in tne courtyard of the palace and mounted the ancient jewelled throne. That was the old ritual. But as he seated himself, while "the Mysore anthem was' played, . he touched a button and 60,000 electric lamps blazed to make "a new Light of Asia.

PAT CHANGES HER MIND (Written by "Dream Maiden," 13, Petone.) CC V HATE the sea! I won't live by'the sea. The sea killed W mother and •ll' father:" Patricia Knowles stamped her foot louder each time she professed her hatred. "Now, now, Patricia," Miss Waverly, the kindly matron of the orphanage, looked at the thin little figure of Patricia Knowles. Pat was dark, with lovely, brown eyes. Her face, usually pale, was now flushed with anger and indignation. "You are an orphan. Mr. and Mrs. Graydon can give you a good home. You would be very happy, Patricia." ' : "Perhaps she would like time to think it over," intervened a distinguished* looking gentleman. "My wife and I would very much like to adopt you. We will call again in six weeks. For the present, good-bye." "You had best go up to your dormitory, Patricia," said Miss Waverly. That, night Pat cried herself to sleep. A fortnight passed by, and then the children's annual holiday by the sea commenced. To Pat, the holiday was torture. Every night she had nightmares in which terrible sea monsters .haunted her. In the midst of these blurred visions she'saw her mother and father beckoning to her. Patricia had hated the sea/with all her might and main ever since she had been old enough to understand the full meaning of her loss. Several days later Patricia was making sand-castles when she heard a' man's voice say, "Right! We get the kid and we take him over to headquarters. No. We'd best take him over to the old house near Grafton. All settled then. Old man Caley will pay up all right." ' ; , Patricia now understood their conversation. They were the kidnappers of Ronald Caley, son of a wealthy manufacturer. His abduction had caused a sensation. By an unlucky chance one of Pat's friends called out, "I say, Pat, do come away from that breakwater. What's the matter?" "We've been overheard!" hissed a sly, gipsy-like man. "It's one of those orphan kids. We can. easily grab her." They sprang out of the corner of the breakwater, but Patricia had seert them and was racing away. Unfortunately she ran out on to a little stretch of sand which jutted out into the sea. She had.the choice of being delivered into the tender mercies of the gipsies, or of going into the sea on a little boat by the waves. After a moment's thought she dragged the boat into the water and rowed desperately towards a policeman who was gazing amusedly at a group of small boys. "The child! The cunning little child," muttered one of the men. "If I ever lay hands on her I'll—but come on!" To Patricia that short sea voyage was terrible. She hated the sea, but in the midst of her thoughts she felt grateful—grateful to the sea for saving her life.. Perhaps, after all, the sea was not so bad. She had not had much practice at rowing a boat, consequently she rowed jerkily. Just in time she reached her goal. A large wave deposited the boat on the shore, and Pat ran to the bewildered policeman. "Arrest those men. They've kidnapped Ronald Caley!" The policeman jumped into action. He raced after the disappearing fornisy of Pedro Radett and Jake Cohen. It looked as though they would escape, but several holiday-makers barred their way. The men were arrested and Ronald Caley was found. - ■•■.■-... Patricia had now two persons wishing to adopt her. Mr. and Mrs. Graydon wanted her more than ever. Mr. Caley wanted to have her as a play- % mate for his son Ronald. He lived in a big country mansion, while Mr, Graydon lived by the sea. , . • To everyone's surprise Patricia accepted Mr. Graydon's o&m "It's nearer the sea," she explained.