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FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. Broken Ice. By JOH N G. PETERS. ite farmer's children were discussing favour- itrfj heroes and heroines in the stable early one winter evening. The little Percys loved the farm, and all its cattle and stock, the milk- white cows and the strong Clydesdale horses and the grrumbling sow and her litter. They paid a visit to the stables every day, and one of the men, a homely honest ploughmn, with young folks of his own, was never too bored listen to their numerous questions. No, Miss Carrie, begging your pardon, I don't think much of them heroes what you mention," said John. I don't at'all fancy them Robin Hood and Rob Roy and Robin- son Crusoe sort of people." Then what kind of hero do you prefer. John 1" said Carrie. "I don't believe in heroes, I tell you," said John. He made this remark with the scorn of a. schoolboy who does not believe in fairies. "There's no such thing as bravery. It's chances what people gets. There's my brother Tom, and look you. he was afraid to go up a dark road of a night. Well, he got a medal for saving a corporal's life, right in the face of the enemy, see, among the shot and shell, but I don't caJl that bravery. Not I He began to distribute the straw for the horses' beds as calmly as the Miller of the Dee. He also winked his left eyelid as though he |"»d carried the interview to an end. But the jittle Percys did not like to hear their favour- ite saints reviled by a stableman, and Walter resumed the debate, his merry face beaming rQøily in the rays of the stable lamp. Well, John, I'm going to show you a hero In a day or two. He's one of our chaps at school, and he is coming to Airey Hill to spend the Christmas holidays. Meadows is his name "-Charlie Meadows. His family are abroad, and they have sent him here for his education. He had nowhere to spend Christmas, so we asked him to' come to the farm. I want you to show him a few things, John. I've told him all about you. I've told him you are a jolly fine horsey chap, and you've got to mount him on a nag and train him to ride." ti John stole a dubious glance at Walter. Them's not the eort of beasts for young gentlemen to train upon. Had tlfey been hunters, now. Ah Oh, they'll do very well for a start, even if they are cart horses. He's a very nervous rhap, John, so we had better put him upon a quiet steed. A prancing battle-charger would scare the wits out of him But you said just now he was a hero grumbled John. Brave chaps shouldn't be shy of horses." Of course not! It isn't natural. But I that's where his, braVery lies. He's such a shy j^d modest little beggar, aa nervous as a butterfly that bis daring seems all the more I Wonderful. Charlie pulled a chap out of the river one day. at lefest, he held him up until some of the big fellows got him into a boat. You will be surprised when you see Charlie!" John was surprised he was disappointed. such a meek, small, white-faced little boy did Bot appeal to the sturdy strong-limbed countryman, who vowed that Charlie should ride a wooden horSe for safety. But the riding ns had scarcely begun when the weather ranged, and the little Percys danced for joy •«en they saw the frosty skies, and felt the tnppmg cut of the wind. Papa Percy prophesied that such an uncom- naon frost would soon,draw a rich coating of 1 over the little beck that crawled beyond Airey Hill Farm, and he examined his bams and stables and byres to see that all was cosy afad proof against storm. Hurrah for the skating cried Waiter* Do you skate, Charlie y" said Carrie. Charlie Meadows blushed. He always man- S;ed to blush deeply when Carrie addressed m. A little," he replied. New pairs of skates, with strong blades earning like silver, were brought by papa the market town. Walter took care of «3dith, leaving Charlie in the hands of his 8Jster Carrie. It wa.¡s a lovely surface, smooth as glass. Mr Percy bad never seen the beck with h a splendid sheet of ice, never in his bona days." Carrie was inclined to exhibit her Peaceful twists and curves before Charlie, but ihc ooa saw that Master Meadows was a »ery accomplished skater, with the prettiest TCyle she had ever seen. Which was high praise, for the stream was cwer-peopled with Bportive skaters from' far and near, old men tod young, boys ang girls, with and without aammas, all flickering over the sufaee in the dear moonshine, and their merry laughter fippling up the quiet vale. This became the constant pastime of the Airey Hill folks. On the third evening of the frost, when there was 1 more numerous concourse of skaters than ever, Carrie whispered Is the ice safe, Charlie ?" and she clutched her companion's wm with sudden interest. Quite safe, dear Carrie," he replied. there's just one plare where the ice is break- ing. I have warned most of the people of this dangerous place, and I shall get your papa, if he is not too busy to-morrow, to fence it with bushes." I should not like to fall in," she laughed, ut it was a miserable sort of a laugh. it's lo very deep in places. Would you be afraid, Charlie, if you tumbled in ?" I-I don't know," said Meadows, dreamily. I suppose I would. At least, I'd shout very for help, and get out as quickly as I sould. It is very difficult to get out of broken -But the chief danger is the current. You liable to be sucked under the ice, you see. What I should do would be to swim against CUlftllt, but that is a most unhappy sub» rect to talk about, isn't it T" So saying, he gently wheeled the girl round, *»d they skated back to the main group in the of the breeze. That breeze brogbt to their p-ars a shocking cry of distress, a cry that sends f thrill o £ fear to the breast of every skater. The ic? is breaking 1 Stand back Fly for your lives Then some powerful voice could heard crying: There's a childi in the Water Carrie and Charlie approached the throng in fine spur t. Some men were hurriyng to the pi'm for assistance, some for ropes, some for •adders, some th%y knew not what. Women •nd girls were softly crying, and Carrie lent her tears too. She suddenly fell upon the ice, 8.lJd it was seen that she had swooned. It's Edith she moaned. It is Edith Walter, what a earless boy you are You to oe blamed for this I" Meadows did not waste time over his weep- companion. He left her in the kind em* braces of the Vicar's daughters. Indeed, he ycpf close to the airhole, as close as he dared. Edith, dear Edith t" he called, as the ice was. t-a.cki under his feet: don't lose hope 1 am coming to save you I" Some of the people tried to in duce him to abandon his l attempt, believing that the wy's madness would but lead to another Qg. But Charlie, his bright eye burning excitement, escaped their rough handling, dashed up tho stream fully one hundred yards away. Ther. he turned and paused a lboment, and all the people wondered. Presently he was er*sx bearing down towards them at a lightening pace. A stiff wind was at his back, and he was ing fresh velocity even foment. Edith he cried passionately, keep your eye on me. Seize the jacket III I He had taken off his coat, and was holding it tightly in his right hand, then 1. made a mag- centcurveqlùte close to the treacherous air- hole, passing lightly over" splintered ice the ease of a bird in flight. As he skirted cavity, be stretched th* coat towards the IPrl. who happily man to -ok-.tch it by one of its arms so rapidly "<'IØ the boy's flight over the ice that its very force dragged Edith out of her dangerous plight, and in another JJ»acu*at she was resting on the snow-clad oanks of the beck, safe and sound. Such a cheer of delight and congratulation arose from tOe crowd that the very bats and owie in the farmyard nooks came out to learn the cause of tbt., acclamation. Edith was warmly tucked biside a gentleman's great coat, and carried >> £ farm; while the other figure in the ttttle tragedy was mounted on the shoulders ? the tallest man of the party, and borne to house amid rejoicing. I toiu you Charlie Meadows was a hero," Walter Percy to the ploughman next morning. Row did be do it ?" John was not a witness of Charlie's exploit. "\How did he think of that new means. Master Walter ?" Be says it was a mere experiment. He bad teen it done before, although it did not always out successfully. You see, John, there s £ ot ot skating in the country he comes from— wat's Holland—and he appears to be quite an expert on the ice. However, he's a hero all the tajne." No, I shouldn't classify him among the heroes. He just kn«?W what to do, that was all. ¡}II the others could have done the same thing only known." Anyhow, it would have been a black Christ- b1 a.t Airey Hill this year, I can l you, ytt-hout Charlie Meadows, for Edith would jjfcve been drowned long before those men got work. So we are going to have a jolly ban- t in his honour, and all those people who Ijtuessed the accident have been invited. are subscribing for a present. By the **7, John, ^fhat would you ha^re done had you been at the beck last night T" •J*or John was puzzled. He scratched his red ^^4 for several solemn seconds. Blesg me, Master Walter, I hardly know- for a p'liceman, I should think. I ain't a at inventing, same as young Master ead he certainly do know how to skate won t deny that for the world, 'cos he's saved Edith, hasn't he ?—but he's no great hand "oraes. I think it's the nervousness*, Master ter, pure nervousness.'1

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