life and that of her
child.

The poor queen, overcome by terror, fell upon her knees and begged them
to spare her only son, the little prince. But the robbers, turning from
her, began to fight among themselves as to how they should divide the
plunder, and, drawing their weapons, they attacked one another. When
the queen saw what was happening she sprang to her feet, and, taking the
prince by the hand, made haste to escape.

There was a thick wood close by, and the queen plunged into it, but she
was sorely afraid and trembled in every limb, for she knew that this
wood was the hiding-place of robbers and outlaws. Every tree seemed to
her excited fancy to be an armed man waiting to kill her and her little
son.

On and on she went through the dark wood, this way and that, seeking
some place of shelter, but not knowing where she was going. At last she
saw by the light of the moon a tall, fierce-looking man step out from
behind a tree. He came directly toward her, and she knew by his dress
that he was an outlaw. But thinking that he might have children of his
own, she determined to throw herself and her son upon his mercy.

When he came near she addressed him in a calm voice and with a stately
manner.

"Friend," said she, "I am the queen. Kill me if thou wilt, but spare my
son, thy prince. Take him, I will trust him to thee. Keep him safe from
those that seek his life, and God will have pity on thee for all thy
sins."

The words of the queen moved the heart of the outlaw. He told her that
he had once fought on her side, and was now hiding from the soldiers
of the "White Rose." He then lifted the little prince in his arms, and,
bidding the queen follow, led the way to a cave in the rocks. There he
gave them food and shelter, and kept them safe for two days, when the
queen's friends and attendants, discovering their hiding-place, came and
took them far away.

If you ever go to Hexham Forest, you may see this robber's cave. It is
on the bank of a little stream that flows at the foot of a hill, and to
this day the people call it "Queen Margaret's Cave."

THE REVENGE OF CORIOLANUS

BY CHARLES MORRIS (ADAPTED)

Caius Marcius was a noble Roman youth, who fought valiantly, when but
seventeen years of age, in the battle of Lake Regillus, and was there
crowned with an oaken wreath, the Roman reward for saving the life of a
fellow soldier. This he showed with joy to his mother, Volumnia, whom he
loved exceedingly, it