ed Rosette anxiously.

De Marigny chuckled. "Providentially the river flows too fast, little
one, for man or horse to ford it. The bridge yonder in the field is the
only way to cross the river for many miles. And I do not think they will
try the bridge, for I was not so foolish as not to prepare for a
surprise visit many days ago. Look, little one!" he added suddenly.

Rosette held her breath as away up the river a great flame streamed up
through the darkness, followed by a loud explosion, and she saw
fragments of wood hurled like playthings high into the air. Some, as
they fell again to earth, turned into blazing torches. For far around
trees and hedges showed distinctly; the gleaming river, the garden, and
the chateau stood out clear in the flaming light.

Round the chateau tore two or three frightened, plunging horses, and the
desperate gestures of their riders could easily be seen by Rosette for a
moment before their craft was hidden by a turn in the river bank.

* * * * *

Monsieur de Marigny rejoined the loyalists across the river, and,
animated by his presence, the struggle against the republic was resumed
with great firmness.

Whenever de Marigny rode among his peasant soldiers, he, their idol, was
greeted with many a lively cheer, which yet grew louder and more joyful
when he carried before him on his horse Rosette, the brave child who had
saved their leader's life at the risk of her own.

[Sidenote: A few plain hints to the teachable.]

Golf for Girls

BY

AN OLD STAGER

I veil my identity because I am not a girl--old or young. Being, indeed,
a mere man, it becomes me to offer advice with modesty.

And, of course, in the matter of golf, women--many of them no more than
girls--play so well that men cannot affect any assurance of superiority.
On my own course I sometimes come upon a middle-aged married couple
playing with great contentment a friendly game. The wife always drives
the longer ball, and upon most occasions manages to give her husband a
few strokes and a beating.

However, I did not start out to write a disquisition on women as
golfers, but only to offer some hints on golf for girls.

And first, as to making a start.

The best way is the way that is not possible to everybody. No girl plays
golf so naturally or so well as the girl who learned it young; who,
armed with a light cleek or an iron, wandered around the links in
company with her small