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GHOSTS THAT WALKED FOR BERTRAM.
October proved to be unusually mild, and about the middle of the month, Bertram, after much unselfish urging on the part of Billy, went to a friend's camp in the Adirondacks for a week's stay.

He came back with an angry, lugubrious face--and a broken arm.
"Oh, Bertram! And your right one, too--the same one you broke before!" mourned Billy, tearfully.
"Of course," retorted Bertram, trying in vain to give an air of jauntiness to his reply.

"Didn't want to be too changeable, you know!" "But how did you do it, dear ?" "Fell into a silly little hole covered with underbrush.

But--oh, Billy, what's the use?
I did it, and I can't undo it--more's the pity!" "Of course you can't, you poor boy," sympathized Billy; "and you sha'n't be tormented with questions.