ike hair,
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.

'I've cap and bells,' he pondered,
'I will send them to her and die.'
And as soon as the morn had whitened
He left them where she went by.

She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love song.
The stars grew out of the air.

She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.

They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower,
And the quiet of love her feet.

AN OLD SONG RESUNG

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

_Rudyard Kipling_

Born at Bombay, India, December 30, 1865, Rudyard Kipling, the author
of a dozen contemporary classics, was educated in England. He
returned, however, to India and took a position on the staff of "The
Lahore Civil and Military Gazette," writing for the Indian press until
about 1890, when he went to England, where he has lived ever since,
with the exception of a short sojourn in America.

Even while he was still in India he achieved a popular as well as a
literary success with his dramatic and skilful tales, sketches and
ballads of Anglo-Indian life.

_Soldiers Three_ (1888) was the first of six collections of short
stories brought out in "Wheeler's Railway Library." They were followed
by the far more sensitive and searching _Plain Tales from the Hills_,
_Under the Deodars_ and _The Phantom 'Rikshaw_, which contains two of
the best and most convincing ghost-stories in recent literature.

These tales, however, display only one side of Kipling's extraordinary
talents. As a writer of children's stories, he has few living equals.
_Wee Willie Winkie_, which contains that stirring and heroic fragment
"Drums of the Fore and Aft," is only a trifle less notable than his
more obviously j