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COLUMBIA HIGH ON THE ICE

long eager look she took, while the boy stood there. It was enough. Just what her loving mother hearl saw words could never paint; but she suddenly drew Ralph into her embrace, and simply whispered the most delightful words that had ever fallen upon the ears of the tempest-tossed lad:

"My boy! My own boy!"