their favorite white pigeons, and one dear little girl smilingly gave
him a pure white rose.

It was wonderful to watch the King as each one came and kneeled before
him as he presented his gift. He never seemed to notice whether the
gift was great or small; he regarded not one gift above another so
long as all were white. Never had the King been so happy as he was
that day and never had such real joy filled the hearts of the people.
They decided to use the same plan every year, and so it came to pass
that year after year on the King's birthday the people came from here
and there and everywhere and brought their white gifts--the gifts
which showed that their love was pure, strong, true and without stain,
and year after year the King sat in his white robes on the white
throne in the great white room and it was always the same--he regarded
not one gift above another so long as all were _white_.




HER BIRTHDAY DREAM[*]

By Nellie C. King


Marcia Brownlow came out of the church, and walked rapidly down the
street. She seemed perturbed; her gray eyes flashed, and on her cheeks
glowed two red spots. She was glad she was not going home, so she
wouldn't have to take a car, but could walk the short distance to Aunt
Sophy's, where she had been invited to dine and visit with her special
chum, Cousin Jack--who was home from college for the short