On Picket Duty, and Other Tales by Louisa May Alcott
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health,--Long life and happiness to the King of Clubs and the Queen
of Hearts." "Yes, August, and as he's to be a farmer, we'll add another,--'Wiser wits and better manners to the Knave of Spades.'" THE CROSS ON THE OLD CHURCH TOWER. _UP_ the dark stairs that led to his poor home strode a gloomy-faced young man with despair in his heart and these words on his lips:-- "I will struggle and suffer no longer; my last hope has failed, and life, become a burden, I will rid myself of at once." As he muttered his stern purpose, he flung wide the door and was about to enter, but paused upon the threshold; for a glance told him that he had unconsciously passed his own apartment and come up higher, till he found himself in a room poorer but more cheerful than his own. Sunshine streamed in through the one small window, where a caged |
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