top in a few seconds."

Encouraged by success, the men redoubled their efforts, and had soon the
satisfaction of landing father and son safely on the ice.

A rough kind of stretcher having been hastily made of poles and ropes,
the wounded hunter was laid upon it and carried home; and as there was
no lack of stout hearts and sure feet, the journey was accomplished
without accident. After setting his broken limbs and binding up his
wounds, the doctor, who had been speedily called in, expressed the hope
that Hirzel's life would be saved, but he doubted very much if he would
ever be able to climb the mountains for chamois again. Walter was
thankful to find that his father's life was in no danger, and had
himself so far recovered his equanimity as to be able to relate how he
had rescued him from his icy grave, and how he found that the rope,
instead of having reached the wounded man, had actually rested on a
ledge ten feet above the place where he lay. Walter, who felt devoutly
thankful that his efforts had been so successful, was overwhelmed with
praises for his heroism.

Nor was the chamois forgotten. The generous landlord had it brought down
to the inn from the spot where it had fallen, and sent an ample
equivalent to Hirzel's cottage.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

THE PROFESSOR ON TWINKLING.

Jack was delighted with the idea. Gus differed from him entirely. Joe
and I, being girls, pronounced it--horrid.

"Papa wants us to, you know," said May, who always sets us straight.

Jack, who had recently joined one of the college societies, moved that
the Professor be cordially supported. "His lecture last week was
exceedingly entertaining," he argued. "That he should be so good as to
come here and talk to us about his wonderful science in a pleasant
familiar way, simply because he's papa's old friend, shows the interest
he takes in the family."

"Do hush, Jack."

"My dear sister, I can not. What the Professor has to tell us about the
heavenly bodies--"

"I hate the heavenly bodies," growls Gus.

"Is it jealousy, Augustus, because they are allowed to stay out late
nights, while you are not?"

"Whatever it is, I agree with him," puts in Joe, who always stands by
Gus. "I hate astronomy too."

"Feeling as I do, Josephine, that your knowledge in the science is
confined to 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star,' and the fact that 'the moon
is made of green cheese,' I am surprised at you."

"What makes them twinkle?" asked