d-morning," he said,
with a friendly smile. Then he caught sight of the lieutenant's arm and
his face at once changed. "Well, let's have a look at it." He seemed
possessed suddenly of a great contempt for the lieutenant. This wound
evidently placed the latter on a very low social plane. The doctor cried
out impatiently, "What mutton-head had tied it up that way anyhow?" The
lieutenant answered, "Oh, a man."

When the wound was disclosed the doctor fingered it disdainfully.
"Humph," he said. "You come along with me and I'll 'tend to you." His
voice contained the same scorn as if he were saying, "You will have to
go to jail."

The lieutenant had been very meek, but now his face flushed, and he
looked into the doctor's eyes. "I guess I won't have it amputated," he
said.

"Nonsense, man! Nonsense! Nonsense!" cried the doctor. "Come along, now.
I won't amputate it. Come along. Don't be a baby."

"Let go of me," said the lieutenant, holding back wrathfully, his glance
fixed upon the door of the old school-house, as sinister to him as the
portals of death.

And this is the story of how the lieutenant lost his arm. When he
reached home, his sisters, his mother, his wife, sobbed for a long time
at the sight of the flat sleeve. "Oh, well," he said, standing
shamefaced amid these tears, "I don't suppose it matters so much as all
that."

THE VOICE OF THE MOUNTAIN.

The old man Popocatepetl was seated on a high rock with his white mantle
about his shoulders. He looked at the sky, he looked at the sea, he
looked at the land--nowhere could he see any food. And he was very
hungry, too.

Who can understand the agony of a creature whose stomach is as large as
a thousand churches, when this same stomach is as empty as a broken
water jar?

He looked longingly at some island in the sea. "Ah, those flat cakes! If
I had them." He stared at storm-clouds in the sky. "Ah, what a drink is
there." But the King of Everything, you know, had forbidden the old man
Popocatepetl to move at all, because he feared that every footprint
would make a great hole in the land. So the old fellow was obliged to
sit still and wait for his food to come within reach. Any one who has
tried this plan knows what intervals lie between meals.

Once his friend, the little eagle, flew near, and Popocatepetl called to
him. "Ho, tiny bird, come and consider with me as to how I shall be
fed."

The little eagle came and spread his legs apart and conside