face was sweet as an angel's. From that time forth the duke strove, by
every look and deed, and tender word, to make amends for her hard
trials. And to all ages will her story be known, and in all poetry
will she be enshrined as the sweet image of wifely patience, the
incomparable Griselda.




LET IT ALONE.

BY MARY E. BAMFORD.

"Hold him tight, Sid!"

"I'm a-holding, Dave!"

The two-year colt, Rix, lay on the ground. Sid was holding tightly to
the lasso, while Dave was trying to put the points of a pair of small
nippers into Rix's right eye. Rix had objected very much, but Dave was
determined; he knew something was wrong with that eye.

"There!" said Dave at last, holding up the nippers. "See? Fox-tail,
just's I thought. Got it in his eye."

Dave jumped up, holding the piece of fox-tail grass yet in the nippers.
Sid relaxed the lasso, and Rix rose slowly to his feet. The colt shut
his eyes, and shook his head, as if wondering whether the agonizing
fox-tail was really out at last.