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It was afternoon that Helen loved best of all the ti indy, fragrant; the sunset was rosy, glorious; the twilight was sad, changing; and night seemed infinitely sith its stars and silence and sleep But the afternoon, when nothing changed, when all was serene, when time seemed to halt, that was her choice, and her solace

One afternoon she had ca Dale had climbed the mountain to see if he could find any trace of tracks or see any smoke from camp-fire Bud was nowhere to be seen, nor any of the other pets Toe where he could bask in the sun, after the habit of the wilder brothers of his species Pedro had not been seen for a night and a day, a fact that Helen had noted with concern However, she had forgotten hi lis

"Why, Pedro! You have been fighting Couilty He liht fore paw The action was unmistakable Helen examined the injured member and presently found a piece of what looked like mussel-shell embedded deeply between the toes The wound ollen, bloody, and evidently very painful Pedro whined Helen had to exert all the strength of her fingers to pull it out Then Pedro howled But i her hand Helen bathed his paw and bound it up

When Dale returned she related the incident and, showing the piece of shell, she asked: "Where did that come from? Are there shells in the mountains?"

"Once this country was under the sea," replied Dale "I've found things that 'd make you wonder"

"Under the sea!" ejaculated Helen It was one thing to have read of such a strange fact, but a vastly different one to realize it here a or telling her so that astounded her

"Look here," he said one day "What do you make of that little bunch of aspens?"

They were on the farther side of the park and were resting under a pine-tree The forest here encroached upon the park with its straggling lines of spruce and groves of aspen The little clump of aspens did not differ fro particularly of it," replied Helen, dubiously "Just a tiny grove of aspens--so But it's pretty with its green and yellow leaves fluttering and quivering"