No. 4. Same as the last, except the bag is thrown from the position represented in Fig. 3.

No. 10. Each player turning his right side toward his partner, will throw it from the point of the elbow, keeping the fore arm vertical, as seen in Fig. 7.

No. 11. Same as the last, except with the left hand.

No. 12. From the position shown in Fig 8, toss the bag from ten to fifty times, as in all previous exercises.

No. 13. Turning your right side toward your partner, throw the bag from the position shown in Fig. 9.

No. 14. Same as the last, except the throwing is to be done with the left hand.

No. 15. Turning your right side toward your partner, again throw with both hands from the chest.

No. 16. Turning the left side, throw with both hands from the chest.

Fig. 8.

Fig. 9

Fig. 10.

No. 17. Turning your right side to your partner, throw the bag from the position seen in Fig. 10.

Is learning your ambition?

There's no royal road;
Alike the peer and peasant

Must climb to her abode;

Who feels the thirst of knowledge,

In Helicon may slake it,

If he has still the Roman will

To find a way or make it.

"IN HONOR PREFERRING ONE ANOTHER."

Lois Vanderberg, with her shawl over her head, had been standing at the gate more than half an hour, in the chill evening air, looking vainly for her little brother, Pierre, when suddenly the boy appeared through the thick mist as if he had risen out of the earth.

"Ah, here you are," cried Lois, "how slowly you must have walked. Father has been waiting an hour for his paper. But come now, do hurry in out of the rain. We have got a splendid roaring fire for this dreary night, and we're going to have hot cakes for tea!"

But to this cherry intelligence little Pierre only responded, "I'm sure I don't care if we are," in such a dismal tone, that, as they entered the bright fire-lighted kitchen, Lois turned upon him a look of great anxiety.

"I'm afraid you're sick, Pierre," said she, seeing very clearly that something had gone wrong.

No, don't trouble me; I'm only tired."

Nevertheless, Lois noticed that when he had hung away his damp coat and tippet, he seated himself by the window as far as possible from the bright, cheerful fire, and hid his head behind the curtain.

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Now, Pierre," she whispered, following him, แ 'yon must tell me what has happened."

"Don't ask me, sister," said Pierre, melting a little, I am ashamed to tell."

But Lois persisted, and she had such kind, "taking ways, that, as Pierre would have told you, she never let down her little bucket of sympathy into Pierre's heart without drawing up nearly all of his troubles.

"Well, Lois," said he slowly, in the first place, you know how anxious father has been that I should be 'head boy at school this year, and you know how I've studied early and late, and have'nt missed a single lesson?"

Yes, indeed," cried Lois.

"Then you know that Herbert Bell is the only other

boy who has been studying so hard, and I'm sure I can remember at least three times he has missed this quarter."

"Yes, well?"

'Well, to-day, Mr. Simmons asked me to stay a few minutes after school, and when the scholars were all gone, he said

"I've been very much pleased with some of my scholars lately, and I've been thinking I should like to give the one who has the most good marks at the end of the quarter some reward for his industry and good behavior. Now what should you think a boy, about your age, would like best for a present this winter?' O Lois, you can't think how my heart beat! I thought right away, 'I'm sure he means me,' and I'm afraid he knew that I thought so, for it seemed to burn right through my cheeks. But in a minute I said, just as carelessly as I could, Why, I should think, sir, a boy couldn't like anything better than a nice little sled, with iron shoes, and painted bright red,' for you know, Lois, I've wanted one three winters, and father never could afford it, and now 'times' are harder than ever. Well, he smiled, and said he should think that would please a boy, and then he looked right in my face, and said, What do you think of Herbert Bell? Isn't he about as good a scholar as we have in school?' I declare, Lois, if my cheeks burned before, I felt this time as if my whole head had tumbled off into the stove, and I was choking with the smoke besides. I couldn't speak for a moment, but just pretended I had a terrible cough, and by and by I just managed to say

"Yes, sir, I don't believe there's a better fellow in all the world.'

"That's all right,' said Mr. Simmons, very kindly, 'and now I've one more favor to ask of you. As you and Herbert are such very good friends, your tastes must be something alike, and I should like some pleasant Saturday to take you with me to the city, to help me pick out just the

right kind of a sled, for it's a good while since I was a boy, and I'm afraid I don't know so much about some things as I did then.'

"I hardly remember what I said, sister, but pretty soon I was out on the road, thinking I knew just how that wicked old Haman felt, for you see I thought I was the boy Mr. Simmons delighted to honor, and instead of that I must go to B and pick out a pretty sled for my Mordecai." Pierre's voice shook, and leaning his hand against the window he stared out into the dark, rainy night.

"But, Pierre," said Lois, "I'm sure you're not at all like that bad Haman. You certainly don't hate your

Mordecai."

"No, indeed, sister; there's all the comfort there is in the matter."

"Not at all," cried Lois: "there's something more. I think it was a very great honor for Mr. Simmons to consult you about the present. It showed that he thought you had a noble, generous heart, and were above all feelings of envy and jealousy."

"I never thought of that," said Pierre brightening; "but then, sister," he added more sadly, "I'm pretty sure he saw what I was thinking about, and knew just how mean I was."

"Not so very mean after all," said Lois, smiling. "It was kind in you to praise Herbert-"

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Why, sister," interrupted Pierre, with a look of surprise. "What else could I do? Didn't I have to tell the truth?"

"To be sure," said Lois, smiling still more, "but I do not believe Mr. Simmons has such a very poor opinion of you. He knows very well how hard it is for a boy who has studied as you have, to stand aside, and let some one else take the first place. Ah, yes, little Pierre, we all have to struggle very hard and pray a great deal before we can very cheerfully in honor prefer one another,'” "But you can do it at last, sister?"