d, instead of
_Justice_, and then the sinner may be pardoned."]

[Illustration: ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AT THE AGE OF FOURTEEN.

From a photograph by Fradelle & Young, London.]

LOST YOUTH.

BY R.L. STEVENSON.

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Mull was astern, Egg on the port,
Rum on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul:
Where is that glory now?

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me soul,
Give me the lad that's gone!

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Billows and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.

Originally published in the "Pall Mall Gazette."

THE DIVIDED HOUSE

BY JULIA D. WHITING,

Author of "The Story of Myra," "Brother Sesostris," "A special
Providence," and other stories.

When Selucius Huxter had arrived at his last illness, he proved
himself more than ever in his life troublesome and wearing. Having
a suspicion that his condition was worse than his doctor or children
allowed, he gave them no peace until he had extracted an admission
that such was the case. Left alone with the doctor at his request, he
reproached him.

"Ye might as well told me before as let me lay here thinkin' and
stewin' about it. I've lost a sight of strength tryin' to git the
truth from ye, and there wa'n't no need. Wall--I suppose I ain't reely
dyin' naow, while I'm a-talkin', be I?"

Assured as to that point, he added: "The reason I wanted to know is
because I've got to fix my concerns so as to leave 'em as well as I
can; and all I want of you is that when you think I'm--wall--if you
see there's goin' to be a change, I want you should tell me, so's't I
can straighten things right out and git their consent to it." Having
promised, the doctor apprised him as the last moments drew near.

"Sho! I want to know! Why, I feel full as well as I did yes'dy and a
leetle grain easier, if anythin'."

"I hope this notice does not find you unprepared," observed the
doctor.

"Wall, no; I'm