Let a man have the heart of a kite, and the talons of an eagle.

Nor was it long ere he made up his mind, and set about a huge kite, more than six feet higha great strong monster, with a tail of portentous lengthto the top of the arch of which he attached the golden ball.

He dressed with speed, and, taking his kite and string, set out for a grass field belonging to Farmer Thomson, where he found most of the daisies still buttoned up in sleep, their red tips all together, as tight and close as the lips of a baby that won't take what is offered itas if they never meant to have anything more to do with the sun, and would never again show him the little golden sun they had themselves inside of them.

In a few minutes the kite had begun to soar, slowly and steadily, then faster and faster, until at length it was towering aloft, tugging and pulling at the string, which he could not let out fast enough.

Both of them forgot the kite, and turned to watch the great marvel of the heavens, throbbing and pulsing like a sea of flame.

When they turned again to the kite they could see the golden ball no longer.

He had never flown anything like such a large kite before, and he found it difficult to reclaim.

So soon as he had secured Sun-scout, as he called his kite with the golden head, she took his hand to lead him to her father.

" Willie explained the whole matter, and asked if he might call Mona the next time he went out with his kite in the morning.

The next thing Willie did was to construct a small windlass in the garden, with which to wind up or let out the string of the kite; and when the next fit morning arrived, Mona and he went out together.

The wind blowing right through the garden, they did not go to the open field, but sent up the kite from the windlass, and Mona was able by means of the winch to let out the string, while Willie kept watching for the moment when the golden ball should catch the light.

One windy evening they sent the kite up in the hope that it would fly till the morning; but the wind fell in the night, and when the sun came near there was no golden ball in the air to greet him.

The kite was of small consequence, but the golden ball Willie could not replace.

that very evening he had added a great length of stringso much, that when the wind ceased the kite could just reach the river, into which it fell; and when the searchers at length drew Sun-scout from the water they found his glory had departed; the golden ball had been beaten and ground upon the stones of the stream, and never more did they send him climbing up the heavens to welcome the lord of day.

Indeed, it was many years before Willie flew a kite again, for, after a certain conversation with his grandmother, he began to give a good deal more time to his lessons than hitherto; and while his recreations continued to be all of a practical sort, his reading was mostly such as prepared him for college.

In the late summer of 1917 flares were experimented with; they were intended to be used from kite balloons with the object of sighting submarines when on the surface at night.

[Illustration: With wings scarce mov-ing, through the sky, The lazy Kite is seen to fly.]

Having once known what it was to be members of a grand and peaceful constellation, we shall not believe, without further proof, that the laws of our gravitation are to be abolished, and we flung forth into chaos, a hurlyburly of jostling and splintering stars, whenever Robert Toombs or Robert Rhett, or any other Bob of the secession kite, may give a flirt of self-importance.

The rishi said, "In a former life, O Queen, you were a kite that flew high up in the heavens.

Those who catch birds equip themselves with a framework of split bamboos, resembling the frame of a paper kite, the shape of the top of a coffin, and the height of a man, to which green bushes are fastened, leaving two loop-holes to see through, and one lower down for their rod to be inserted through.

At the back of the house was another hill, where we used to roll under the shade of the old elm, and where Miles and I would sit whole afternoons and fly the kite, each taking turns in holding the string.

[Illustration] FLYING THE KITE.

Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when we see the kites flying high in the air, we are always reminded of a kite whose history we heard when a little child, and which we give our readers.

Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when we see the kites flying high in the air, we are always reminded of a kite whose history we heard when a little child, and which we give our readers.

Dodge Lewis, Henry Seidel Canby & Thomas Kite Brown, Jr. NM: revisions & additions, by Thomas Kite Brown,