first hour or so
did Pasha's rider do much toward guiding their course. In
hunting-horses, however, the sense of direction is strong. Pasha had
it--especially for one point of the compass. This point was south. So,
unknowing of the possible peril into which he might be taking his rider,
south he went. How Pasha ever did it, as I have said, only Pasha knows;
but in the end he struck the Richmond Pike.

It was a pleading whinny which aroused Miss Lou at early daybreak. Under
her window she saw Pasha, and on his back a limp figure in a blue,
dust-covered, dark-stained uniform. And that was how Pasha's cavalry
career came to an end. That one fierce charge was his last.

* * * * *

In the Washington home of a certain Maine Congressman you may see, hung
in a place of honor and lavishly framed, the picture of a horse. It is
very creditably done in oils, is this picture. It is of a cream-white
horse, with an arched neck, clean, slim legs, and a splendid flowing
tail.

Should you have any favors of state to ask of this Maine Congressman it
would be the wise thing, before stating your request, to say something
nice about the horse in the picture. Then the Congressman will probably
say, looking fondly at the picture: "I must tell Lou--er--my wife, you
know, what you have said. Yes, that was Pasha. He saved my neck at
Brandy Station. He was one-half Arab, Pasha was, and the other half,
sir, was human."

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Louisa de la Ramee (1839-1908), an English
novelist, is generally known by her pseudonym
"Ouida," which was the result of a child's
attempt to pronounce her first name. Her novels
had strong popular qualities: intensely
dramatic, with sentiment rather high-pitched
and always verging on the sensational. The
intense human interest is constantly present in
her work and accounts for her great vogue. Two
of her stories, "The Dog of Flanders" and
"Moufflou," have gained a permanent place in
juvenile literature. They are popular among
sixth, seventh, and eighth grade pupils.

MOUFFLOU

"OUIDA"

Moufflou's masters were some boys and girls. They were very poor, but
they were very merry. They lived in an old, dark, tumble-down place, and
their father had been dead five years; their mother's care was all they
knew; and Tasso was the eldest of them all, a lad of nearly twenty, and
he w