blouse-sleeve. Miss Allardyce had told the Colonel a story that made him proud of his son.

"She belonged to you, Coppy," said Wee Willie Winkie, indicating Miss Allardyce with a grimy forefinger. "I knew she did n't ought to go acwoss ve wiver, and I knew ve wegiment would come to me if I sent Jack home."

"You're a hero, Winkie," said Coppy—"a pukka hero!"

"I don't know what vat means," said Wee Willie Winkie, "but you must n't call me Winkie any no more. I'm Percival Will'am Will'ams."

And in this manner did Wee Willie Winkie enter into his manhood.

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VI

THE DOVE OF DACCA

The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower—

T

Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings—

And the thorns have covered the city of Gaur.

Dove—dove—oh, homing dove!

Little white traitor, with woe on thy wings!

The Rajah of Dacca rode under the wall;

He set in his bosom a dove of flight—

"If she return, be sure that I fall."

Dove—dove—oh, homing dove!

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