"A TORRENT OF ICE-COLD WATER DELUGED HIM."

Quickly and easily she lifted the pail she had carried with difficulty just now. Wrath lent her strength. In a twinkling it was turned upside down upon the head of the unsuspecting writer; a torrent of ice-cold water deluged him, and as she let go the bucket it clattered down upon his shoulders, covering his head like an enormous cap.

It was the deed of a second. In another second Flea had cleared the school-house and was running for her life.

[to be continued.]


[RICK DALE.]

BY KIRK MUNROE.

CHAPTER XXI.

A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY.