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pride of unwarranted and masterful possession.

She was perched sidewise on the pony's withers, and the motion of his walk compelled her to cling to me to keep her balance. As she sat there with downcast eyes and hurried breathing she seemed, for the moment, very helpless. I was almost sorry I was going to scold her.

"Pepita," I began, not too severely, and at the same time I stirred the pony into a slow trot, so that she had to cling to me the tighter-"Pepita, you don't seem very grateful to the friend who saved your life. For a whole week you have not come to see me," I imitated Don Feliciano's tone with goddaughters as well as I could, "and when I try to see you, you run away."

She shot a glance at me. "Who told you that I ran away?" she demanded.

"Never mind that," said I "Even when I save you from the terrible, eight-footed cayman you will not thank me "

Pepita shot another glance at me. "Father Isidro," she remarked, "says that it is a mortal sin to tell willful lies."

"Therefore," said I, "I suppose you never tell them."

She looked up at me so seriously that for an instant I was remorseful again. "No," she said decidedly. "Of course," she added, "I can't help the accidental ones."

"I want you to tell me," I said "why you have not been on the riverbank all these mornings."

The long lashes dropped over her eyes. "I don't know," said she. The question had plainly embarrassed her, and I felt encouraged. What I thought there was in that to encourage me I cannot say. Women have been embarrassed merely because

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"Is that the truth or an accidental one?" I asked.

"I think it's the truth," she said. "Then that," said I, "means that you have avoided me without having any reason. That's not very friendly. Do you think it is?"

"Perhaps not," she admitted. "Anyway," she said, "I prayed that your ankle might get well quick, and it has."

"That was nice of you," I admitted.

"Yes," she agreed, "it was. Every morning I prayed ten minutes for your ankle."

The precision of the statement touched my pride. "You might at least have made it fifteen," I complained.

"Oh, I prayed very fast," she said. "And it all came out right, anyway, so what difference does it make? You'd better put me down, now."

"Pepita," I persisted, "was it because you were afraid that girl would laugh? Was that the reason why you did not come?"

"Maria doesn't matter," said Pepita, unfathomably calm. "But she won't talk about me any more to anybody."

"Why won't she?"

"Because," said she, "I shall tell her that if she does I'll come with a kris when she's asleep and slit her nose." I had let the pony drop into a walk, and Pepita gave a push at my arms and slid lightly to the path and stood looking into space. "Good-by," she said suggestively.

I checked the pony and looked down at her. "I almost believe you would," said I.

"Would what?" "Slit her nose."

"If I said I would," she answered, "of course I would. Good-by, Señor."

ILLUSTRATIONS OF GERMAN EFFICIENCY

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FIELD RAILWAY USED IN ADVANCE ON RUSSIANS WHICH HAS INCREASED
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CHILDREN IN RUSSIAN POLAND BEING FED FROM GERMAN FIELD KITCHEN

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GERMAN WOUNDED SOLDIERS SUPPLIED WITH ARTIFICIAL LIMBS
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