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JACK DAW’S Story by Hal (‘ochrnn Anvil-lilting ., i. .I'l‘il‘lll'n‘ In l Ilwtlw- Lost at Sea—«Chapter 24 A rather stilt breeze had picked current was carrying the rowbozt almost dur- nm-i‘; he thought, "we will reach the land Captain Jar)»; thsn it I were rowing." Jack looked at the commas and was surprised m up and a s’rriny «"lv'rmv ””15 "am '1. .1 "mi ".M “I. ,7. i .11“, illullv ”Mu: ‘(hwl In the extreme quiet of the sea it was no wonder that Jack we: startled When hr.- thuught he hoard a faint cry far of! in tho distanm Flip, too. had hr-nrii it, for he prickcd up his «nys 21m growled, “liq quiet." warned Jack. And then he again. But Jack couldn't, locate it. lislvncd closely nnd the cry came “mm. \Valto up. Dr-ity'." vimrwrwi W" :rounn .. Ma! lliS.(‘mlsln ownirl hvr Pris and :. \ \ ur‘ WV?” shi' :ll-kml. “(i l . l‘~ll't it in morning and “'1, must in: holll'm 5.,.mm.n« cry out.’ it"vjvlltillln-d.) :: some lwmi. 1" .. l m. :12" l 'cw . .mm‘ .l'r' wrath-ml ill l1. “\\ ‘w'xo ' .m 11m." .lll-‘w'wi .lw‘k. "‘-":i Nancy and Niel: put on their own clothes again. and following Mister Blue Can they left the church where the wedding had been. That is, they lett tho picture—for church, flow. on. and people had again turned in- to a [use painting in a heavy gold frame. "I liked that adventure." said Nancy to the little fairyman.‘ "It was great fun being (lowercglrl and wearing such a. loveb' pink. dress and scattering rose-leaves hetero the bride. I like Picture Land. Mister Blue Cap." ‘ . “So do I." agreed Nick. "It was fun being a. page and wearing a white satin suit and carrying a ring on a pillow. What are we going to do next?" . Mister Blue Cap stopped before another large painting in the picture gallery. Mrs. Walton had not come back and the picture gallery was empw. The palntin; before whlsh they stopped now was merited plainly "Number dot—The Hunt." And the name of the artist was underneath. But that doesn‘t matter! "Here we are." said Mister Blue Cap. running up the magic steps that suddenly appeared below the helvy gold frame of the picture. And so it oppel’red! They certain- ly were there, and all the gentle- men nnd ladies in the picture saw them and come riding to the from of the picture on their hunting horses. and beckoned with their whips. ulster Blue Cap unlockdz the (In: door which swung out as the others had done. and motioned for the Twins to follow. “Hello here!" said one 0: the meml "Where did you come from?" "From the picture gallery." gait NiCk looking back over his shoulder But to his surprise lllei'i' was nu such thing to to SUCH. Unly lowly country on all sides. anti horses and dogs and ladies and gentlemen—— the gentlemen in very red coats and high huts. “From.n‘hci'e?" crird the man in surprise. "Oh—nwhcrc!" snld Nick hasti- 13'. "What nice looking youngsters!" said'another man kindly. " “Yes. aren‘t they nears!” said one of the ladies. "liow do you do. chil- drenl" nnd shv nuvin‘d down from her home and shook hands cddially with them both. They didn't say much about Mis- ter Blue Cap. indeed, they didn't seem to notice him, Perhaps ilwy thought he was Min of tho (lugdwep- ers. or one of the grooms. or one or the whippers in. or something such. ——The dogs kept barking and 'ht horses kept pawing around and whinnying and there was a great deal of excitement. "What—what is it all about?” shouted Nick us loudly as he could to the first man who had spukrn. "Worc- ridlng in lhn hounds." shouted the man above the din. "\Vn are going on n im; hunt. Do we hm: your sister want to mine minim." ”Oh. yes!" crirrl Silk quirkii. hut Nancy still. "i i-an't ride. sir: i'd lull off." "Oh. no you won't." said the nmll kindly. ’l have two \vonrl-rfnl uulo ponies. Dunk-ins. go and mu», Nlhhs :md Scout. The youngsters are going utter the fox. loo!" (To Be Continued.) l t
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