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Tier neck and side::-; were wot, her breath was short and gasping, Still
he was sure she would reach the goal. Only because he felt himself
near the end, and by the extraordinary smoothness of her motion did
he realize how much she had increased her speed. Tile ditch was
cleared—-how. he d:d not know She cleared it like a bird.
Biit: Vronsky felt to his horror that in.slead of taking the swing of
his horse, lie bad a wrong notion in falling back in the saddle. He
knew something horrible had happened of which he could not get ar.y
clear idea. Ikit there Hashed by him a roan steed with unite feet,—
and Makhotin was the winner !
Frou-Frou stumbled. Vronsky had scarcely Lime lo dear lihnself
when the horse fell on-her side, panting painfully, making vain efforts
vith her delicate, {bam-covered neck to rise. He saw only one thing
— Gladiator was far ahead and he was standing there alone before his
defeated Frou-Frou, who stretched her head toward bin:, and looked
at him with her beautiful eyes. He pulled on the reins, the poor
in ir d stranded and tried to fct on her leijs but fell back a.l
iT> w O v J
of a tremble. Vronsky, na’e with ra:re, kicked her to forte her to rise.
w .■ i o '
She did not move, bet gazed at her master with speaking looks.
f‘A h ! what have I done ? ” cried lie, taking her bead in his hands.
11 What have I done ? ”
I5v the movement he had made in the saddle he had broken her

back!— L y o f T o l s t o i.

THE KING’S TRAGEDY,

[The theme is the- well-known heroic act o: Catharine Do'-iglas. iti barring the
floor o f the K ing’s chamber with her arm against the munkr^rs of James 1-, tiio
poel-liing o f Scotland]

I C A T H A R IN E , am a Douglas born, n name to aii Scots dear;
lhit. Kate Bari ass they’ve called me now, through many a waning
year.
Aye, lassos, draw round Kate Barlass, and hark with bate a breath,
How good King James, King Robert's son, v/as foully done to death