There was a happy scene next day at the Parker home when Mrs. Harvey, a sweet-faced woman of middle age, arrived.  After one look at Wren she swayed and then, recovering herself, called out in the voice that only a mother knows: 

“Sylvia!”

“Mother!” screamed the child, and rushed into her open arms.

The tide of memory, driven to low ebb by ill-treatment and hardship, had rushed back with full force.  The Wren, the gipsy waif, was once more Sylvia Harvey.  A doctor said later that such cases were frequent following a severe shock.  It was then that they recalled how the child had almost recollected some of her past life during the thunderstorm.

The happiness of little Wren and her mother in their reunion was shared by all of the party who had been instrumental in effecting it, for every one of them, including Jake, had become attached to the quiet little girl and rejoiced in her good fortune.

When Mrs. Harvey and Sylvia departed for the railway station the following day behind a pair of Mr. Parker’s steady horses they were accompanied by the four aeroplanes, which hovered over them like so many sturdy guardian angels.

And when the train bore them away they watched the returning aerial escort until there was nothing visible but four tiny dots against the blue heaven.

“Oh, mother,” exclaimed Wren, “they look no bigger than butterflies now!”

And the Girl Aviators, flying every moment higher and farther on the powerful wings of the Golden Butterfly and the delicate plane of the dainty Dart, looked back at the train crawling like a humble insect in the valley below and gloried in their untrammeled flight.  As they followed Roy and Jimsy in an irregular procession through the air, their thoughts flew ahead, outdistancing the biplane and the Red Dragon and speeding confidently toward the happy realizations of the future.

Miss Prescott, watching from the home of Mr. Parker for their return, also dreamed dreams and saw visions, and in them her “dear children” were fulfilling the bright prophecies of the present.  She saw them stronger because of adversity, braver because of success, and ennobled by all their experiences; and she deemed herself happy in her capacity of chaperon to the Girl Aviators.

The End.

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THE VICTORY BOY SCOUTS

BY CAPTAIN ALAN DOUGLAS

SCOUTMASTER

Stories from the pen of a writer who possesses a thorough knowledge of his subject.  In addition to the stories there is an addenda in which useful boy scout nature lore is given, all illustrated.  There are the following twelve titles in the series: 

1. The Campfires of the Wolf Patrol.

2. Woodcraft; or, How a Patrol Leader Made Good.