a face
peeped out from between the canvas curtains, and, terrified, she clung
to Jack's hand, for it was the face of the man after whom the mastiffs
had been running. He grinned recognition at her, he nodded, and, coming
out of the marquee, advanced towards her.

Trembling with terror, Estelle awoke. Daylight was struggling through
the window, Mrs. Wright was beginning to move about, and Estelle herself
was safe and sound in her own little bed.

'Your bath will be ready in a couple of minutes, dear.'

Estelle made no answer. Hastening to her, Mrs. Wright was much disturbed
to see the condition she was in. There was no getting up that day. The
horrors of her dreams had exhausted her, and she lay white and wan,
scarcely opening her eyes. She was able neither to talk nor to eat, only
wanting to lie still, and see her dear Goody close to her.

Coming home at noon, Jack was horrified to hear the news.

'We forget how young she is, and talk too much of these caves and such
things,' he said.

Towards evening, however, Estelle became better. The sense of safety,
now that Jack had returned, was comforting. She would not think of that
long row of empty chambers in the cliff which had once been full of the
sick and dying.

A good sleep that night restored her. She was able not only to get up as
usual, but accepted Jack's offer to take her with him when he went to do
the marketing for his mother. The change of scene, he thought, would do
her good; so would the walk in the fresh air and sunshine. Accompanying
them the whole length of the terrace, Mrs. Wright stood smiling and
nodding as they looked up at her at every turn of the path, till the
trees hid her from their sight.

(_Continued on page 254._)

[Illustration: On the Way to the Market.]

[Illustration: "The bear would eat and drink in a truly dignified
fashion."]

A HUNDRED YEARS AGO

True Tales of the Year 1806.

VIII.--THE CLOWN'S PET BEAR.

The chief attraction of the Royal Circus, London, in the year 1806, was
the clever performances of a young black bear belonging to one of the
clowns--Mr. Bradbury. This bear was so tame that it had travelled from
Liverpool to London with its master on the top of the coach, and had
made great friends with its fellow-travellers.

After the bear had gone through its performances at the circus, its
master used to reward it by taking the docile beast to a coffee-house,
and here it would sit amongst the company wi