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The library at Doppelkinn was all the name implied The cases were low

and ran around the rooraphy, and even poetry The great circular reading-table was

littered with new books, periodicals and illustrated weeklies Once

Doppelkinn had been threatened with a literary turn ofat the same time had effected a permanent cure

Max slid into a chair and took up a paper, turning the pages at

random--What was the matter with the room? Certainly it was not

close, nor damp, nor chill What was it? He let the paper fall to the

floor, and his eyes roved from one object to another--Where had he

seen that Chinese reat silver-faced clock?

Souely

familiar to him Doubtless he had seen a picture of the room

somewhere He rose and wandered about

In one corner of the bookshelves stood a pile of boy's books and soes upon them He picked up a row of

painted soldiers, and balanced thehtfully on his hand Then he

looked into one of the picture-books It was a Santa Claus story; soether, a reently replaced the book and the toys, and