"But Poor Jane has no brother," said mummie; "he died long ago. Jane's
mind has never grown up. One day, when she was a girl, her mother took
her to a circus at Woodstead, and when they came home, after it was
over, they were told the sad news that Jane's brother had fallen from
the top of a wagon of hay on to his head. He died a few hours later. But
Jane could not understand death--she only knew that Harry had gone away
from them, and she believed that the circus people had stolen him from
the village and made him a clown. Ever since that sad day Jane has gone
up and down the village to look for him, hoping that he will come back."
"And will Poor Jane never see him again?" asked Dumpty.
"Yes," answered mummie, with her sweetest smile--"yes, darlings, one day
she may!"
[Sidenote: An Englishwoman's adventure in Arkansas, issuing in a great
surprise to all concerned.]
The Sugar Creek Highwayman
BY
ADELA E. ORPEN
When Mrs. Boyd returned from Arkansas, I, having myself spent a very
uneventful summer at home, with only the slight excitement of a month at
Margate, was most anxious to hear an account of her adventures. That she
had had adventures out there on those wild plains of course I felt
certain. It would be manifestly preposterous to go to Arkansas for three
months, and come back without an adventure.
So, on the first day when Mrs. Boyd was to be "at home" after her
return, I went to see her; and I found, already assembled in her cosy
drawing-room, several other friends, impelled there, like myself, by
curiosity to hear what she had to say, as well as by a desire to welcome
her back.
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