O' HEARTS Stories About "The Lone Wolf" THE LONE WOLF THE FALSE FACES RED MASQUERADE ALIAS

740 Right lives by law, and law subsists by power; Disarm the shepherd, wolves the flock devour.

The name Wolves ey or island is said to be a survival from early Saxon days when the tributary Welsh here made an offering of wolves' heads to their masters.

Her two little daughters, who looked as though they had escaped from a Frans Hals canvas, waited on us while we wolfed the food down.

As goats pursue the clover, wolves the goat, And cranes the ploughman, upon thee I dote.

"Hearing them wolves howlin'," said Hank Martin, as we sat in the evening around our camp fire, "reminds me of a story Mark Shuff tells of his experience with the critters; but mind, I don't pretend to swear to its truth, for I don't claim to know anything about the facts myself.

I just seized the cup and spoon, and the next moment I was wolfing down a huge mouthful of warm bread and milk that seemed to me the most perfect thing I had ever tasted.

For the horrible story of Red Riding Hood is not known among the Indians, who know well how untrue the tale is to wolf nature, and how foolish it is to frighten children with false stories of wolves and bears, misrepresenting them as savage and bloodthirsty brutes, when in truth they are but shy, peace-loving animals, whose only motive toward man, except when crazed by wounds or hunger, is one of childish curiosity.

In the morning I awoke in Utah, rode all the forenoon over arid plains; gaunt, hungry wolves scud away, cayotes ran yelping, and jack rabbits hopped out of sight for dear life; then we arrive at Salt Lake City, which the Mormons have transformed from a howling wilderness into a fine city, with a surrounding country budding and blossoming with bounteous harvests.

THE WOLVES When the church-village slumbers And the last songs are sung, When the grey mist arising, Is o'er the marshes hung, 'Tis then the woods forsaking, Their way cross country taking, Nine howling wolves come hungering for food.

But we like sheep and wolves war ceaselessly: That love we never seek, that light intense, Which would exalt us to infinity.

LE OF CONTENTS BROWN WOLF THAT SPOT TRUST ALL GOLD CANYON THE STORY OF KEESH NAM-BOK THE UNVERACIOUS YELLOW HANDKERCHIEF MAKE WESTING THE HEATHEN THE HOBO AND THE FAIRY "JUST MEAT" A NOSE FOR THE KING INTRODUCTION Boys delight in men who have had adventures, and when they are privileged to read of such exploits in thrilling story form, that is the "seventh heaven" for them.