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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Story of Glass, by Sara Ware Bassett
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+Title: The Story of Glass
+
+Author: Sara Ware Bassett
+
+Illustrator: C.P. Gray
+
+Release Date: February 27, 2007 [EBook #20698]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY OF GLASS ***
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+[Illustration: THE THRONG OF MOVING WORKMEN]
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF GLASS
+
+
+
+By
+
+SARA WARE BASSETT
+
+
+Author of
+
+"The Story of Lumber"
+"The Story of Wool"
+"The Story of Leather"
+"The Story of Sugar"
+etc.
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATED BY
+
+C. P. GRAY
+
+
+
+THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
+PHILADELPHIA
+1917
+
+
+COPYRIGHT 1916 BY
+THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
+
+
+
+
+_To G. C._
+
+_a patient listener and a helpful critic I inscribe this book as a
+reminder of many happy hours which we spent together in the Old
+World_
+
+_S. W. B._
+
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+
+   I. A FRIENDLY FEUD                                     9
+
+  II. JEAN HAS A SURPRISE AND GIVES ONE                  27
+
+ III. GIUSIPPE TELLS A STORY                             50
+
+  IV. UNCLE BOB ENLARGES HIS PARTY                       66
+
+   V. GIUSIPPE ENCOUNTERS AN OLD FRIEND                  83
+
+  VI. UNCLE BOB AS STORY TELLER                          99
+
+ VII. AMERICA ONCE MORE                                 121
+
+VIII. JEAN THREATENS TO STEAL GIUSIPPE'S TRADE          140
+
+  IX. A REUNION                                         163
+
+   X. TWO UNCLES AND A NEW HOME                         182
+
+  XI. JEAN'S TELEGRAM AND WHAT IT SAID                  208
+
+ XII. JEAN AND GIUSIPPE EACH FIND A NICHE IN LIFE       220
+
+
+
+
+Illustrations
+
+                                                       Page
+
+THE THRONG OF MOVING WORKMEN                  _Frontispiece_
+
+"EVERY ONE KNOWS ME AT THE GLASS WORKS"                  47
+
+"I KNEW HER IN VENICE"                                   95
+
+"IT IS SHAPED TO THE FORM REQUIRED"                     160
+
+"THE MELT IS POURED OUT ON AN IRON TABLE"               202
+
+"I WANT THESE ORDERS FILLED"                            223
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF GLASS
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+A FRIENDLY FEUD
+
+
+Jean Cabot "lived around." She did not live around because nobody
+wanted her, however; on the contrary, she lived around because so many
+people wanted her. Both her father and mother had died when Jean was a
+baby and so until she was twelve years old she had been brought up by a
+cousin of her mother's. Then the cousin had married a missionary and
+had gone to teach the children in China, and China, as you will agree,
+was no place for an American girl to go to school. Therefore Jean was
+sent to Boston and put in charge of her uncle, Mr. Robert Cabot. Uncle
+Bob was delighted with the arrangement, for they were great friends,
+Jean and this boy-uncle of hers.
+
+But no sooner did she arrive in Boston and settle down to live on
+Beacon Hill than up rose Uncle Tom Curtis, Jean's other uncle, who
+lived in Pittsburgh. He made a dreadful fuss because Jean had gone to
+Uncle Bob's to live. _He_ wanted her out in Pittsburgh, and he wrote
+that Fraeulein Decker, who was his housekeeper, and had been governess
+to Jean's own mother, wanted her too.
+
+That started Hannah, Uncle Bob's housekeeper.
+
+"The very idea," she said, "of that German woman thinking they want
+Jean in Pittsburgh as much as we want her here in Boston. Didn't I
+bring up Jean's father, I'd like to know; and her Uncle Bob as well? I
+guess I can be trusted to bring up another Cabot. It's ridiculous--that's
+what it is--perfectly _ree_-diculous!" That was Hannah's favorite
+expression--"Ree-diculous!" "I'd like my job," went on Hannah, "sending
+that precious child to Pittsburgh where her white dresses would get all
+grimed up with coal soot."
+
+But Hannah's scorn of Pittsburgh did not settle the matter.
+
+Instead Mr. Carleton, Uncle Tom Curtis's lawyer, came to Boston as fast
+as he could get there and one afternoon presented himself at Uncle
+Bob's house on Beacon Hill. Uncle Bob was in the library when he
+arrived and the two men sat down before the fire, for it was a chilly
+day in early spring. After they had said a few pleasant things about
+the weather, and Uncle Bob had inquired for Uncle Tom, they really got
+started on what they wanted to say and my--how they did talk! It was
+all good-natured talk, for Uncle Bob liked Uncle Tom Curtis very much;
+nevertheless Uncle Bob and Uncle Tom's lawyer did talk pretty hard and
+pretty fast, for they had lots of things to say.
+
+At last Uncle Bob Cabot rose from his leather chair and going to the
+fireplace gave the blazing logs a vicious little poke.
+
+He was becoming nettled. Anybody could see that.
+
+"The Curtises have not a whit more title to the child than I have," he
+burst out. "You are a lawyer, Carleton, and you know that. I am just as
+much Jean's uncle as Tom Curtis is; in fact I think I am more her uncle
+because I am her father's own brother. I'm a Cabot, and so is Jean. I
+should think that ought to be enough. Who would she live with, if not
+with the Cabots?"
+
+Mr. Carleton cleared his throat.
+
+"You certainly have a strong claim to the little girl," he agreed. "But
+you see my other client puts up an equally convincing story. In fact,
+he uses almost your identical words. He says he is Jean's mother's own
+brother, and argues no one can have a closer right than that."
+
+"But what does he know about bringing up a little girl? Isn't he an old
+bachelor?"
+
+"You are not married yourself, Mr. Cabot."
+
+"Well, no. So I'm not. However, that's neither here nor there. Tom
+Curtis is fifty if he's a day. He is too old to bring up a child,
+Carleton."
+
+"He complains that you are only thirty, and too young."
+
+Mr. Robert Cabot, who was walking excitedly about the room, turned
+quickly.
+
+"But I have Hannah. You do not know Hannah or you would feel
+differently. It is hard to tell you what Hannah is. You just have to
+know her. She is the mainspring of my household. Not only does she
+cook, clean, mend, and market for me; she does a score of things
+besides. Why, I couldn't live without her. She is one of those motherly
+souls whose wisdom is of the sages. She has been in our family since I
+was a baby. Most of my bringing up, in fact, was due to her and," he
+added whimsically, "behold the work of her hands!"
+
+Mr. Carleton smiled.
+
+"I cannot deny the product is good, Mr. Cabot. But again, all these
+arguments you put forth Mr. Tom Curtis also reechoes in behalf of his
+German Fraeulein. She too has been for years in the Curtis family and
+brought up their children, and Mr. Curtis feels that since she trained
+Jean's mother she is eminently the person to train Jean."
+
+"Humph!"
+
+"The claims seem about equal."
+
+"No, they're not. That's where you are wrong. Allowing everything else
+to be equal even you must grant that there is one serious objection of
+which you have not spoken. Mr. Tom Curtis lives in _Pittsburgh_! That
+is enough to overthrow the whole thing. Pittsburgh! Think of bringing
+up a child in Pittsburgh when she could be brought up in Boston.
+Boston, my good man, is intellectually--well, of course I do not wish
+to appear prejudiced, but you will, I am sure, admit that Boston----"
+
+Mr. Bob Cabot dropped helplessly into his chair, leaving the sentence
+unfinished. There seemed to be no words in the English language
+adequate to express what, in Mr. Bob Cabot's estimation, Boston
+actually was.
+
+Mr. Carleton started to laugh, but after glancing furtively at Mr. Bob
+Cabot he changed his mind and coughed instead.
+
+"We all grant Boston is without an intellectual peer," he answered with
+a grave inclination of his head. "Even I, who was born in Indiana,
+grant that, although out in my state we think we run you a close
+second. Boston moreover has a background of which we in the West cannot
+boast--history, you know, and all that sort of thing. It would be a
+great privilege for little Miss Jean Cabot to receive a home and an
+education in Boston. There are, however, many fine things in
+Pittsburgh; it is not all soot, or panting factories."
+
+"I suppose not. Jean's mother was a Pittsburgh girl, and certainly she
+was a wonderful type of woman. Yet you cannot tell what result a Boston
+environment might have had on such a nature as hers. She might have
+been even nearer perfection. Yet after all she was quite fine enough
+for human clay, Carleton, quite fine enough. And the little girl
+promises to be like her--an uncommonly sweet, gentle child, and pretty,
+too--very pretty. To send her to Pittsburgh--hang it all! Why must Tom
+Curtis live in Pittsburgh?"
+
+"Mr. Curtis, as you seem to have forgotten, Mr. Cabot, is the owner of
+one of the largest plate glass factories in the country. He has built
+up a fortune by his business and he is no more ready to hurl his life's
+work to the winds and come to Boston to live than you are to toss aside
+your own business and move to Pittsburgh. And by the way, speaking of
+business, Mr. Cabot, if it does not seem an impertinent question, what
+is _your_ business?"
+
+"My business? Well, for a good many years my chief business seemed to
+be getting over a bad knee I got when playing tackle on the Harvard
+football eleven. We wiped up the ground with Yale, though, so it was
+worth it. Of late I spend more or less time in seeing that Hannah does
+not feed me too well and starve herself. Part of my business, too, is
+to argue with disagreeable old lawyers like yourself, Carleton." Mr.
+Bob Cabot chuckled. "When I am not doing some of these things and have
+the surplus time I am incidentally an interior decorator. Oh, I do not
+go out papering and painting; oh dear, no! I just tell other people how
+to spend a fortune furnishing their houses. I advise brocade hangings,
+Italian marbles and every sort of rare and beautiful thing, and since I
+do not have these luxuries to pay for I find my vocation a tremendously
+interesting one."
+
+"You have set a worthy example in your own house," observed Mr.
+Carleton, glancing about with admiration.
+
+"Oh, I've done a little--not much. I like the old landscape paper in
+this library; some of my antique furniture, too, is rather nice. I
+picked up many of the best pieces in the South. The house itself came
+to me from my father, and I have altered it very little, as I was
+anxious to keep its old colonial atmosphere. Hannah and I live here
+most peacefully with a waitress and inside man to help us. With Jean
+added to the household we shall have just the touch of young life that
+we need. I am very fond of children, and----"
+
+"You seem very certain that Jean is to settle with you, Mr. Cabot. Now
+let me own up to something; although Mr. Tom Curtis sent me to have
+this talk with you and pave the way, it chances--no, chance is not the
+right word--on the contrary it is an intentional fact that Mr. Tom
+Curtis is at this very moment here in Boston."
+
+Mr. Bob Cabot started.
+
+"Tom Curtis here!"
+
+"Yes. He is putting up at the University Club, and he wanted me to ask
+you if you would be so good as to dine there with him to-night."
+
+"So he has come over to enter the fray himself, has he? Well, well! Why
+didn't he come right here? Of course I'll join him. I always liked Tom
+Curtis. The only things I have against him are that he _will_ live
+in Pittsburgh--and that he wants Jean."
+
+Mr. Carleton rose with satisfaction. At least part of his mission had
+been successfully accomplished. He could afford to overlook the slur on
+Pittsburgh which, as it happened, was his home as well as that of Mr.
+Tom Curtis.
+
+"Then I'll call up Mr. Curtis," he said, "and tell him he may expect
+you. Will seven o'clock be all right?"
+
+"Certainly. I suppose I shall not see you again, Carleton?"
+
+Mr. Carleton hesitated.
+
+"It is just possible that I may drop in on you and Mr. Curtis after
+dinner."
+
+"Oh, I see. A plot."
+
+"Not at all. I have some business to settle with Mr. Curtis before I
+return to Pittsburgh."
+
+"Going back to that grimy coal hole, are you?" blustered Mr. Bob Cabot.
+"How you fellows can live there when you might spend your days in
+Bost----"
+
+The door slammed.
+
+Mr. Carleton was gone.
+
+Shrugging his shoulders Mr. Bob Cabot glanced at the clock. He had just
+about time to dash off a necessary letter, dress, and get to the
+University Club.
+
+"Hannah!" he called.
+
+A small dark-haired woman appeared in the doorway. She had sharp little
+black eyes that twinkled a great deal, and she had a mouth that turned
+up at the corners; furthermore she had a plump figure neatly dressed in
+gray, and a white apron tied behind in an enormous and very spirited
+bow.
+
+"Yes, Mr. Bob."
+
+"Hannah, Mr. Tom Curtis is in town with a rascal of a lawyer. They have
+come to see about taking Jean to live in Pittsburgh."
+
+"Pittsburgh! My soul, Mr. Bob! You'll not let her go, of course.
+Pittsburgh, indeed! Don't we know that Boston----"
+
+"We certainly do, Hannah. Nobody knows what Boston is better than we
+do. But Mr. Tom Curtis unfortunately was not born in Boston."
+
+"More's the pity! Still, I suppose he cannot be blamed for that. It
+wasn't really his fault."
+
+Mr. Bob Cabot laughed and dropped a big, kindly hand on the shoulder of
+the woman beside him.
+
+"I will try and impress upon him all that he has missed when I see him
+to-night. I am to dine with him at the University Club at seven."
+
+"You're not dining out!" ejaculated Hannah in dismay.
+
+"I'm afraid so."
+
+"Oh, Mr. Bob! And fried chicken for dinner--just the way you like it,
+too."
+
+"I'm sorry, Hannah."
+
+"And me browning all those sweet potatoes!"
+
+"I'm lots more disappointed than you are--truly I am. It can't be
+helped, though. Now let me finish this letter and you go and lay out my
+dress shirt and studs and things, or I'll be late."
+
+Hannah darted from the room.
+
+"I made you a Brown Betty pudding, too, Mr. Bob!" she called over her
+shoulder. "But no matter. There is no evil without some good; your
+trousers are freshly pressed and handsome as pictures--if I do say it
+as shouldn't. I'll lay 'em out for you, and your dinner coat as well.
+But to think of that pudding! Why couldn't Mr. Curtis have invited you
+the night the beef stew was scorched."
+
+                     *        *        *        *
+
+Promptly on the stroke of seven Uncle Bob Cabot presented himself at
+the University Club, where Uncle Tom Curtis was waiting for him, and
+the two men grasped hands cordially. How big Uncle Tom Curtis looked
+and, despite Hannah's remarks, how rosy and how clean! And what a nice
+smile he had! The dinner was extraordinarily good. The filet was done
+to a turn, and there was just enough seasoning on the mushrooms. As for
+the grilled potatoes, even Hannah herself couldn't have improved upon
+them. An old Harvard "grad" came over from the next table and greeted
+Uncle Tom Curtis, telling him he did not look a day older than when he
+was in college, and in spite of his gray hairs Uncle Tom Curtis seemed
+to believe it. Then they talked of the last Harvard boat race; the
+winning eleven; the D. K. E. with its initiation pranks; and the old
+professors. And after the other man had left the waiter brought coffee
+which was deliciously hot and cheese that was exactly ripe enough.
+Uncle Tom Curtis seemed to have no end of stories at which Uncle Bob
+Cabot laughed until he was very red in the face, and afterward Uncle
+Bob told some stories and Uncle Tom Curtis sat back in his chair and
+laughed and wiped his eyes and mopped his forehead. Then Uncle Bob said
+that of course the Club was all very well, but he should insist on
+Uncle Tom's tossing his things into his grip and coming over to Beacon
+Hill with him to finish up his Boston visit.
+
+They did not talk about Jean any more that night, but the next morning
+after breakfast they went at the discussion and were just in the midst
+of it when who should walk in but Jean herself. She had been spending
+two or three days with a friend of her mother who lived in the suburbs.
+
+"Uncle Bob!" she called as she dashed her hat and muff down upon the
+settle in the hall. "Uncle Bob! Oh, I had a perfectly lovely time. And
+what do you think! Mrs. Chandler has three darling Irish terrier
+puppies, and she is going to give me one if you are willing that I
+should have it. You do like puppies, don't you? I know you'd like these
+anyway; they are so blinky, and fat, and little."
+
+Tossing her coat on top of the hat and muff she ran up the front stairs
+and into the library.
+
+"Why, Uncle Tom Curtis!" she cried. "Whatever brought you here?"
+
+Fluttering to the big man's side she gave him a prodigious hug and at
+the same time dropped a butterfly kiss on the top of his shiny bald
+head. The next instant she was perched on the arm of Uncle Bob's chair,
+eyeing her two uncles expectantly.
+
+"You both look so hot and so--well, almost cross, you know. What is the
+matter?"
+
+"We are talking about you, honey," ventured Uncle Bob after a short,
+uneasy silence.
+
+"About _me_! And it makes you look as solemn and ruffled up as this?
+Whatever have I done? Did Mrs. Chandler telephone you about the puppy?
+Don't worry. I do not mind if I don't have it--really I don't."
+
+"No, dear, it wasn't the puppy. You shall have all the puppies you want
+so far as I'm concerned," Uncle Bob answered, stroking the tiny hand
+that nestled in his. "No, your Uncle Tom and I were talking about where
+you are to live."
+
+"But I thought I was to live here."
+
+"I thought so too," agreed Uncle Bob. "Uncle Tom, though, is not
+satisfied with that arrangement. He says he wants you to come and live
+with him."
+
+"But I couldn't leave you, Uncle Bob--you know that; at least, not for
+all the time. If there were only two of me and I could live with each
+of you how nice it would be. Of course I'd love to be with Uncle Tom
+sometimes. Why couldn't I live with one of you part of the time and
+with the other the rest of the year? I'd rather be here in the summer,
+though, I think, because it's near the ocean."
+
+How simple the great tangle over which the two men had argued suddenly
+seemed!
+
+"Jean has settled it herself!" Uncle Tom exclaimed. "It shall be
+Pittsburgh winters and Boston summers. I wonder we didn't solve it that
+way in the beginning."
+
+So everybody was pleased. Even Hannah admitted that if that was the
+best that could be done she would put up with it; but she made Uncle
+Tom Curtis promise to lay in a big supply of soap.
+
+"You must scrub her face and hands three times a day, and at least once
+between meals if she is to live in Pittsburgh," remarked she. "And
+please remember to have the grime soaked out of her white dresses, Mr.
+Curtis. Borax and a little ammonia will do it," she concluded
+seriously.
+
+"We will wash not only the clothes in ammonia water, but Jean if you
+say so, Hannah," promised Uncle Tom.
+
+At this everybody laughed.
+
+Then by and by they had luncheon, and Uncle Tom Curtis said it was a
+much better meal than he had had at the Club the night before; and
+Hannah said that maybe Pittsburgh was not so black as it was painted;
+and Uncle Bob said he'd send the inside man to the Chandlers' to get
+the puppy that very afternoon. And he did. And the puppy came, and he
+was very small, and very fat, and very wobbly. His head was much too
+large for him and so were his feet.
+
+"You must name him Beacon Hill and call him Beacon for short, Jean,"
+said Uncle Tom Curtis--which, coming from Uncle Tom Curtis, who thought
+there was no place on earth like Pittsburgh, was a generous
+condescension.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+JEAN HAS A SURPRISE AND GIVES ONE
+
+
+Uncle Tom Curtis returned to Pittsburgh the next day, leaving Jean and
+Beacon to stay with Uncle Bob until October. It was now April, and on
+the Common and Public Garden the trees, which were beginning to break
+into delicate foliage, were invaded by scores of scampering gray
+squirrels so tame that they would eat out of one's hand. Often in the
+morning when Jean walked to the office with Uncle Bob she would stop to
+feed these hungry little creatures and also the flocks of friendly
+pigeons clustering along the walks. Of course Beacon had to be left
+behind when the family went on such strolls, for he was far too fond of
+chasing everything he saw; afternoon was his gala time. Then, while
+Jean flew on roller skates along the broad asphalt Esplanade bordering
+the Charles River, Beacon would race up and down dodging the skaters,
+playing with the children, and nearly tripping up the throngs of
+nurse-maids who trundled their wee charges in the bright sunshine.
+
+How quickly the days passed!
+
+Already the Beacon Hill house had become a real home, and Uncle Bob
+dearer each moment she stayed in it.
+
+"You know, Uncle Bob, you would be really perfect if only you liked
+dolls and could tie hair ribbons," said Jean teasingly.
+
+Uncle Bob shook his head ruefully.
+
+"I never could care for sawdust people," said he, "when there were so
+many interesting real ones in the world. As for the hair ribbons,
+perhaps I might learn to tie those in time, although I doubt if I ever
+could make as perky a bow as Hannah does. I like the _perk_ but I
+haven't the faintest idea how to get it."
+
+Jean laughed.
+
+She and her uncle had many a joke together.
+
+"He is better at a joke than Uncle Tom is," confided Jean to Hannah.
+
+In fact Uncle Bob joked so much that it was hard to tell when he was
+serious, and so one day when he came into the library where Jean was
+and swept all the dolls on the couch over into the corner, laughingly
+demanding how Jean would like to go to Europe, she paid no attention to
+him.
+
+"Seems to me you are not a very enthusiastic or grateful young woman,"
+said he at last tweaking a curl that hung low on her cheek. "Here I am
+inviting you to tour the world with me and all you say is: 'I'll think
+about it!' How's that for gratitude?"
+
+"If you had any intention of taking me I might be more grateful," Jean
+answered, fastening the gown of the doll she was dressing, and holding
+her at arm's length to enjoy the effect.
+
+"But I am entirely serious, my young friend; I never was more so. I am
+imploring you to go to Italy, for go I must, and I have no mind to
+leave you behind."
+
+"To Italy? To real Italy, Uncle Bob? Do you mean it?"
+
+"I surely do, dear child. Behold me, solemn as an owl. Ah, now you
+begin to listen. It would serve you right if I should refuse to take
+such an ungrateful lady. What say you? Should you like to go?"
+
+"Like it! I'd love it! I've never been on an ocean trip in all my
+life."
+
+"You may not care to go on another after you've been on this one,"
+chuckled Uncle Bob. "However, the fact remains that we are going. I
+have charge of decorating a very beautiful house in the suburbs and I
+am going over to Florence to order some marble stairways and
+fireplaces. That is my excuse. Incidentally we can make a pleasant trip
+out of it and see many places besides Italy."
+
+"Could we go to Venice?" burst out Jean. "Venice is in Italy, isn't it?
+I'd like of all places to see Venice with its water streets and its
+gondolas."
+
+"Yes, honey, you certainly shall see Venice and ride in all the
+gondolas you like."
+
+"Splendid!" cried Jean, clapping her hands. "When can we start? Let's
+go right away," and springing up from the couch she whirled toward the
+door.
+
+"Slowly, slowly!" protested Uncle Bob. "Come back here to me a moment,
+you flyaway. Many things must be decided before we sail for Italy. In
+the first place there is Hannah; what shall we do with her?"
+
+"Oh, Hannah must come along with us," Jean answered. "She'll have to.
+We never could think of going to Europe and leaving good old Hannah,
+who is so kind to both of us, now could we? Besides, she has to fix my
+hair every morning, and mend my clothes. I'd be coming to pieces all
+over Europe if Hannah didn't go."
+
+"Well, then, that settles it. Hannah goes. I never could consent to
+escort a young lady who might drop to pieces at any moment and strew
+her belongings all along the route from Italy to Scotland. Now about
+Esther, the waitress. She wants to go West and visit her brother; this
+will be just the chance. Suppose we tie a long string to her and let
+her go. Then we come to Beacon."
+
+"Beacon would go with us, of course," Jean replied quickly. "You may be
+sure I'd never leave Beacon at home. I'd rather not go myself."
+
+"But, girlie, we couldn't very well----"
+
+"Why, Uncle Bob! You don't mean to say you thought of leaving Beacon!
+If you did I simply sha'n't go. That's all there is about it. I shall
+never, never be parted from Beacon--never!"
+
+"Listen, dear. Beacon wouldn't enjoy going. We could not get for him
+the food to which he is accustomed, nor would they admit him to the
+picture galleries which we shall visit. I doubt if he would even care
+for the gondolas."
+
+"No, I'm sure he would not like the gondolas," admitted Jean smiling
+faintly, "because Hannah and I tried him on the swan-boats in the
+Public Garden and he hated them; he just barked and snarled all the
+time, and wriggled about so in my arms that he nearly went overboard
+and carried me with him."
+
+"That's just it! That is precisely the way he would feel on shipboard.
+Now my plan is this. We'll send him out to Pittsburgh for Uncle Tom to
+take care of until you get back. Then when you go out there in October
+your doggie will be nicely settled in his other home and waiting for
+you. In fact," confessed Uncle Bob a little sheepishly, "I wrote Uncle
+Tom and asked how he would feel about adding a puppy to his household.
+This is his answer:
+
+    "'_European plan excellent. Send Beacon. Next best thing to
+    Jean._'"
+
+"Dear Uncle Tom! He is awfully good, isn't he?"
+
+"Yes, he is. I fancy he will decide so, too, when he finds all his sofa
+cushions torn, and his shoes chewed up," chuckled Uncle Bob. "Let him
+take his turn at it."
+
+Beacon provided for, the remainder of the European plan seemed simple
+enough. To be sure there was Hannah, who at first flatly refused to be
+separated from the golden dome of the State House or from the Boston
+"Evening Transcript." At last, however, after much persuasion she
+consented to suffer these deprivations for the common good, and brought
+herself to purchasing the necessary clothing for Jean and herself. To
+these she added French, German and Italian dictionaries because, as she
+explained: "We might get lost or parted from your Uncle Bob somehow,
+and you never can tell what will happen in those heathen countries
+where the poor people cannot speak English. How men and women can live
+in places where they talk those dreadful languages and use that queer
+money when they might come over here to Boston----"
+
+"That's right, Hannah," agreed Uncle Bob, playfully urging her on.
+
+"And all that strange weather! Why, I read only the other day that in
+Italy they just have summer all the year round. So foolish! They never
+get any snow at all--think of that! It is such a slack and lazy way to
+do always to be wearing one set of things and never getting out any
+winter flannels. I shouldn't know where I was if I didn't chalk off the
+seasons by my house cleaning, preserving, getting out the furs, and
+putting them away. I just know those Italians live without any system.
+How could they be expected to have any when it's summer all the time?"
+
+She sniffed scornfully.
+
+In fact Hannah sniffed a good many times before the great ship which
+was carrying them to Naples docked beneath the shadow of Vesuvius. The
+staterooms she termed little coops, and the berths nothing more nor
+less than shelves.
+
+"When I go to bed, Mr. Bob, I feel exactly as if I was a sheet put away
+in the linen closet."
+
+Uncle Bob and Jean both laughed. Hannah kept them royally entertained.
+
+"As for these clocks that strike every hour but the right one--I've
+nothing to say," she went on. "If the captain prefers to ring two when
+he means nine, well and good. He runs the ship and it is his lookout,
+although I will say it is hard on the rest of us. He explains that it
+has something to do with the watch--whose watch I don't know; his own,
+I suppose. Evidently he has some queer way of telling time, some theory
+he is free to work out when he is here in the middle of the ocean away
+from land. Be glad, Jean, that you learned to tell time properly, and
+that you live with people who are content to use the old method and do
+not set themselves up to invent a system that is a puzzle to every one
+but themselves."
+
+Thus Hannah measured every new experience, applying to it the Beacon
+Hill standard. If it conformed to what was done in Boston it was quite
+correct, but if it varied in the least it was condemned as
+"ridiculous."
+
+To Jean, on the contrary, the voyage was one of unending delight. She
+proved herself an excellent sailor, and was never tired of playing
+shuffle-board on the deck or pacing to and fro with Uncle Bob in the
+fresh breeze. And when at last Gibraltar was reached and she actually
+beheld the coasts of Spain, Africa and Italy, her wonder grew until she
+said she had to pinch herself to be sure she was alive and not
+dreaming. It was a journey of marvels.
+
+"I feel exactly as if I had gone down the rabbit hole with Alice," she
+exclaimed, squeezing Uncle Bob's arm as they were disembarking at
+Naples.
+
+Uncle Bob was in such a hurry to reach Florence that the travelers did
+not stay long in Naples--only long enough to visit the famous Aquarium
+with its myriad of strange sea creatures, and to take a flying glimpse
+of the Museum. It was at the latter place that Jean saw the celebrated
+Naples Vase which, Uncle Bob told her, was found over a hundred years
+ago in a tomb in Pompeii.
+
+"It probably was made by very skilful Grecian workmen about the year 70
+A. D. Think how wonderful it is that there were artists living many
+thousands of years ago who knew how to make such a beautiful thing.
+Look closely at it, Jean, for it is one of the art treasures of the
+world."
+
+Jean looked.
+
+The vase, scarcely more than a foot in height, was of dark blue glass,
+and had upon it in white a design of delicate Grecian figures.
+
+"It was first made with a coating of white opaque glass entirely over
+the blue," Uncle Bob explained. "Then the artist with extreme care and
+some sharp instrument cut this beautiful picture of the harvest
+gatherers. Notice, too, how the pattern is repeated on the handles. It
+is a pity the base or foot of the vase is missing; it was probably of
+gold and was doubtless stolen at some time. There is now made in
+England a kind of pottery called Wedgwood, which has much this same
+effect although, of course, it is far less perfectly fashioned."
+
+"I'm glad I do not have this thing to dust," Hannah observed grimly.
+
+"Well you may be, Hannah," Uncle Bob retorted, "for the vase is worth
+thousands of dollars. There are in the world several very famous glass
+vases--this is one; the Auldjo Vase, also from Pompeii and now in the
+British Museum, is another; and the Portland Vase, which is there too,
+makes a third. The design on the Portland Vase is considered even finer
+than this. We shall see it and I will tell you its history when we get
+to London."
+
+What weren't they to see!
+
+Jean's head was a jumble of fairy anticipations--of Crown Jewels,
+palaces, gondolas, famous pictures, and scenes of undreamed of beauty.
+The Tower of London merged itself with visions of Napoleon's Tomb,
+while in and out of her mind flitted fragmentary pictures of Notre Dame
+and the Vatican. Everything seemed so old!
+
+"At first I stood with my mouth open when I was told things were built,
+or dug up, or made hundreds of years ago," laughed Jean. "But now I
+find I am growing fussy, and unless a thing is thousands of years old
+it scarcely seems worth looking at. How horribly new they must think us
+in America! Even Bunker Hill and the State House, Hannah, are very
+modern," she added teasingly.
+
+"Now, Jean, if this trip to Europe is going to make you turn up your
+nose at your native land the best thing you can do is to face round and
+go straight back home," was Hannah's severe reply.
+
+"There, there, you dear old thing! Don't worry. I love my America, but
+you should have learned by this time that I never can resist seeing you
+bristle. But even you, bigoted as you are, must admit that a great deal
+seems to have happened in the world before we on the other side of the
+sea were alive at all."
+
+"Much of it," observed Hannah with dignity, "was nothing to be proud
+of, and it's as well they kept it on this side of the ocean."
+
+From Naples Uncle Bob whirled his bewildered charges to Rome and then
+to Florence, and while he was busy transacting business Hannah and Jean
+were put in charge of a courier and taken to see so many pictures and
+churches that Hannah begged never to be shown another masterpiece or
+another spire so long as she lived.
+
+"Bless your heart, Mr. Bob, if you were to lean the Sistine Madonna
+right up against the table in my room I wouldn't turn my head to look
+at it. And as for churches--I wouldn't accept Westminster Abbey as a
+gift. Tell 'em not to urge it on me, for I wouldn't take it even if I
+could get it through the customs free of duty. The things I'd like best
+at this very minute would be an east wind and some baked beans."
+
+But when they reached Venice and saw their first gondola even Hannah
+was forced to admit that it far outshone the Boston swan-boats. The
+travelers arrived late at night, and on passing through the station
+came out on a broad platform where, instead of cabs and cars,
+numberless gondolas floated, illumined by twinkling lights.
+
+"Oh!" murmured Jean in a hushed whisper.
+
+It was indeed a beautiful sight. Before them a stretch of water flooded
+by the full moon wandered off into a multitude of tiny canals shut in
+on either side by murky dwellings of stone or brick. In and out of
+these dim little avenues plied boatmen who shouted a warning in shrill
+Italian as they rounded the turns.
+
+Uncle Bob lost no time in summoning a gondolier, and soon the party
+were being swept along by the sturdy strokes of a swarthy Venetian who,
+Hannah declared in an undertone, looked like nothing so much as a
+full-fledged brigand. She could not be persuaded to take her hand off
+her luggage, but sat clutching it with all her strength until she
+arrived at the hotel. Jean, on the other hand, was too excited by the
+novelty of the scene to know or care what the boatman looked like. Her
+one fear seemed to be that if she went to bed and allowed herself to
+fall asleep the wonderful water streets might vanish forever. It took
+all Uncle Bob's pleading to make her close her eyes. At last, however,
+she did and when she opened them in the morning her very first thought
+was to fly to the window and see if the canals were still there.
+
+No, it was not a dream!
+
+There were the moving gondolas, the narrow water streets, and the
+glorious dome of Del Salute directly opposite across the sparkling
+expanse of the Grand Canal.
+
+Jean suppressed a cry of delight, and scurried into her clothes.
+
+"Now, Uncle Bob," she announced at breakfast, "I want to go straight
+out in a gondola the minute I have finished my chocolate and rolls. I
+think I am pretty good to stop for them at all. I want to go and stay
+until noon. May I?"
+
+"Well, let me think a second, little girl," replied Uncle Bob. "I am
+afraid I must run over to the bankers' directly after breakfast, so I
+won't be able to start right away; I can, however, take you later."
+Then as he saw Jean's face fall he added, "You and Hannah may go early
+if you like and come back for me at eleven. How will that do?"
+
+"It will do beautifully only I wish you could be with us. How shall we
+know how to get a boatman, or tell him where to take us? I am sure I
+couldn't, and Hannah's Italian is not very good, although," with a
+mischievous smile, "I suppose she could use her dictionary."
+
+"I will arrange everything with a gondolier before I leave for the
+bankers'," Uncle Bob answered. "Now I must be running along. Suppose
+the gondola is here at half-past nine."
+
+"The earlier the better," cried Jean.
+
+Promptly at the hour set the gondola glided up to the steps of the
+Grand Canal Hotel where Jean and Hannah were waiting. It was an
+unusually beautiful gondola, with scarlet curtains and a gilded prow
+carved in the shape of a woman's head.
+
+Jean sprang forward, all eagerness, her eyes on the magic apparition.
+Then suddenly her foot slipped on the slime left by the tide on the
+marble step, and she would have fallen into the water had not a young
+boy, with rare presence of mind, leaped forward and caught her.
+
+Another moment and Hannah, white with fright, had the girl in her arms.
+
+"Oh, my dear child!" she wailed. "My precious lamb! Thank goodness, you
+are safe. Think if you'd been drowned before you had had a chance to
+see Venice at all! But you are quite safe now, honey. Don't be
+frightened. Young man," and she turned to the boy, "that was a good
+deed of yours. What is your name? But there--how silly to be asking him
+when he can't understand a word I'm saying. I forgot no one could
+understand anything in this queer, upside-down town where the streets
+are water when they ought to be land."
+
+To her utter astonishment, however, the boy answered in English, which,
+although slightly broken, was perfectly intelligible.
+
+"My name is Giusippe Cicone."
+
+"Say it again," demanded Hannah. "Say it more slowly."
+
+"Giusippe Cicone."
+
+"Giusippe," echoed Hannah, "Giusippe Cicone. There! Giusippe Cicone. I
+got it better that time. Giusippe Cicone. Now I have it! Well, Master
+Giusippe Cicone, it was very good of you to save this little lady from
+a ducking in your canal which, if I may be permitted to say so, is not
+as clean as it might be. We are very much obliged to you, and here is
+some money to pay you for being so quick."
+
+The boy shook his head.
+
+"I could not take money for saving the senorita from the water,"
+protested he proudly. "I was glad to do it. I could not take pay."
+
+"Well, I thank you very much," Jean ventured shyly.
+
+He helped Hannah and the girl into the waiting gondola and then stood
+on the steps shading his eyes with his brown hand as the gondolier made
+his way to the oar.
+
+"Perhaps you can tell us where we can find you if we should want to see
+you again," called Hannah as the distance between them widened.
+
+"Certainly. I am at Murano." He pointed across the lagoon to a distant
+island.
+
+"Murano?"
+
+"Yes, I work there. Every one knows me at the glass works."
+
+[Illustration: "EVERY ONE KNOWS ME AT THE GLASS WORKS"]
+
+He waved his hand and was soon lost to sight.
+
+"I do wonder who he is," speculated Jean, who had now quite recovered
+from her fright and could smile at the memory of the episode. "And how
+strange that he understood English!"
+
+"I don't call it strange," Hannah responded. "English is the only
+sensible language, and probably this boy realizes it. I think it speaks
+well for his discrimination."
+
+"Anyway, he was a gentleman not to take the money; and yet he looked
+poor," reflected the girl.
+
+"One may be a gentleman despite poverty, thank goodness," Hannah said.
+"Your uncle will probably insist upon hunting him up and thanking him.
+I can't see, Jean, how you came to slip that way. Wasn't the boatman
+holding on to you?" and for the tenth time every detail of the disaster
+had to be gone over.
+
+"Well, all I can say is that if anything had happened to you I never
+should have dared show my face to your Uncle Bob. And think of your
+Uncle Tom at home--he would have things to say! They would both blame
+me even if it was not my fault," sighed Hannah.
+
+"Of course it wasn't your fault. How could you possibly be to blame if
+I was so heedless as to rush ahead without looking where I was going?
+I'm always doing that, Hannah; you know I am. I am always in such a
+hurry to enjoy the things I like that I never can wait a moment. This
+is a good lesson for me. I just hope the salt water won't spoil my new
+tan shoes. Come! Let us talk of something pleasanter. Isn't it too
+perfectly lovely out here? Look back at the shore and see how St.
+Mark's and the Campanile stand out. I know those already, because I
+remember seeing pictures of them in my geography. Oh, I am so glad we
+are here! I am sure we shall have a wonderful time in Venice even if I
+did begin by nearly drowning myself in the canal."
+
+"It is all very well to laugh about it now," Hannah answered solemnly,
+"but it was no laughing matter when it happened--no laughing matter!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+GIUSIPPE TELLS A STORY
+
+
+When Uncle Bob heard of Jean's adventure he lost no time, you may be
+sure, in hunting up Giusippe Cicone. A note was sent to Murano asking
+that the lad call at the hotel; and as the following day chanced to be
+a festa day the glass works were closed and Giusippe presented himself
+directly after breakfast. He was neatly although poorly clothed, and
+had he had no other claim to Mr. Cabot's good will than his frank face
+that would have won him a welcome. Perhaps added to Uncle Bob's
+gratitude there was, too, a measure of the artist's joy in the
+beautiful; for Giusippe was handsome. Thick brown hair clustered about
+the well-formed head; his eyes were of soft hazel; and into his round
+olive cheek was steeped the rich crimson of the southern sun. More than
+all this, he was a well bred lad--manly, courteous, and proud. When Mr.
+Cabot began to thank him for his service to Jean the boy made light of
+what he had done and once more refused to accept any reward.
+
+Uncle Bob's curiosity was aroused.
+
+Never before had he met an Italian who would not take money when it was
+offered him.
+
+"Perhaps you would be willing, young man, to tell us more about
+yourself," said he at last. "You work in the glass factory, you say.
+Have you been long there?"
+
+Giusippe smiled, showing two rows of dazzling white teeth.
+
+"So long, senor, that I cannot remember when I was not there. And
+before me was my father, and my grandfather; and before that his
+father; and so on back for years and years. There was always a Cicone
+at Murano. For you must know, senor, that glass-making has ever been
+the great art of Venice. When paintings began to take the place of the
+glass mosaics then came the height of fame for Venetian glass. For you
+will remember that for many years before artists could paint people
+made pictures out of bits of glass, and in this way represented to
+those who had no books scenes from the Bible or from history. Then
+wonderful painters were born in Italy and they crowded out the mosaic
+makers, who had previously decorated the churches, palaces, and public
+buildings. The making of glass mosaics died out and it was then that
+the Venetian artisans turned their attention and their skill to the
+making of other glass things--beads, mirrors, drinking cups, and
+ornaments. In fact," went on Giusippe, "there soon became so many glass
+houses in Venice that the Great Council feared a terrible fire might
+sweep the island, and in 1291, with the exception of a few factories
+for small articles, all the glass houses were banished to the island of
+Murano a mile distant where, if fire came, no destruction could be done
+to the city of Venice itself. Those factories which were allowed to
+remain had to have a space of fifteen paces around them. By the decree
+of the Council the other glass houses were torn down."
+
+"And it was thus that your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather
+was driven to Murano, was it?" queried Mr. Cabot.
+
+"Yes. He was a member of the guild of bead-makers. For you know,
+senor, that in those days workmen were banded together in guilds,
+and kept the mysteries of their trade to themselves. The precious
+secret was handed down from father to son. So it was with my
+great-great-great-great-great-grandfather."
+
+Giusippe drew himself up.
+
+"Oh, it was a grand thing to be a glass-maker in those days, senor!"
+continued the boy, his eyes glowing. "The members of the guilds were so
+honored in Venice that they were considered equal in birth to the
+noblest families. They were gentlemen. A titled woman felt only pride
+in uniting herself with a glass-maker's family."
+
+"Perhaps that is what your great-great-great-great-great-grandmother
+did," Jean said, half aloud.
+
+"Yes, senorita," was Giusippe's simple answer. "And they say, too, she
+was beautiful. My ancestor was of the _pater-nostereri_; he was a maker
+of beads for rosaries. Then there were the _margaritai_, who made small
+beads; and the _fuppialume_, who made large blown beads. Each man was a
+skilled artist, you see, and did some one special thing. The _phiolari_
+made vases, cups, and glass for windows; the _cristallai_ optical
+glass; and the _specchiai_ mirrors. No strangers were allowed to visit
+the glass works, and all apprentices must pass a rigid examination not
+only as to their skill, but as to their previous personal history. In
+1495 the glass houses at Murano extended for a mile along a single
+street and the great furnaces roared night and day, so you can imagine
+how much glass was made on the island."
+
+"My!" gasped Jean breathlessly.
+
+"Absolute loyalty to the art was demanded of every man engaged in it,"
+Giusippe said. "And you can see, senor, that this was necessary. Any
+workman carrying the secrets elsewhere was first warned to return to
+Venice; then, if he refused, his nearest relative was imprisoned; if he
+still refused to obey he was tracked down and killed. Often glass-makers
+were found in Padua, Ravenna, and other places stabbed through the
+heart, and the word _Traitor_ was fastened to the dagger."
+
+Jean shuddered.
+
+"Do not tremble, senorita," Giusippe said. "It was a just punishment.
+You see the Council of Ten felt that the prosperity of the Venetians
+depended upon keeping their art away from all the outside world which
+was so eager to learn it. All knew the penalty for disloyalty. The
+decree read:
+
+    "'_If any workman conveys his art to a strange country to the
+    detriment of the Republic he shall be sent an order to return to
+    Venice. Failing to obey his nearest of kin shall be imprisoned. If
+    he still persists in remaining abroad and plying his art an
+    emissary shall be charged to kill him._'
+
+"In this way the secrets of glass-making were kept in Venice and the
+Republic soon became famous and prosperous. As the reputation of the
+Venetian glass-makers spread an immense trade was established. My
+grandfather has often told me of the great numbers of beads which were
+sent everywhere throughout the East--sometimes to Africa and even to
+India. In 1764 twenty-two great furnaces were kept busy supplying the
+beads that were demanded. Frequently, they say, as many as forty-four
+thousand barrels were turned out in a single week."
+
+"Why, I should think that everybody in the world would have been
+covered with beads!" Jean exclaimed, smiling.
+
+"Ah, I can tell you something stranger than that, senorita. So popular
+did Venetian glass of every variety become that a foreign prince
+created a great sensation by appearing in Paris with curls of finely
+spun black glass."
+
+Jean and Uncle Bob laughed merrily.
+
+"I think myself he was silly," Giusippe declared, echoing their
+amusement. "He, however, was not alone in his admiration for the
+beautiful and ingenious workmanship of the people of my country, for
+even as far back as 1400 Richard the Second of England gave permission
+to our Venetian merchants to sell glass aboard their galleys, duty
+free; and King Henry the Eighth owned as many as four or five hundred
+Venetian drinking goblets, vases, dishes, and plates, some of which,
+they say, are still in the British Museum."
+
+"We must see them when we go to London, mustn't we, Uncle Bob?" cried
+Jean eagerly.
+
+"We surely must. All this is very interesting, Giusippe. You do well to
+remember so much of your country's history," said Mr. Cabot.
+
+"I am proud of it, senor. Besides I have heard it many, many times. My
+people were never tired of telling over and over the story of the old
+days; the golden days of Venice, my father called them. The Republic
+might have retained its fame much longer had not some of our countrymen
+been persuaded to go to other lands and sell their secrets for gold. It
+was thus that the art of making mirrors was taken into France and
+Germany."
+
+"Tell us about it, Giusippe," pleaded Jean.
+
+"Why, as I think I told you, the Venetians began to make mirrors as
+early as 1300. Of course, senorita, they were crude affairs--not at all
+like the fine ones of to-day, but to people who had nothing better they
+were marvels. And indeed they were both clever and beautiful. For you
+must remember that ages ago there was no such thing as a looking-glass.
+Men and women could only see their reflections in streams, pools, and
+fountains. Then the Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans began to make mirrors
+of burnished metal, using bits of brass or bronze often beautifully
+decorated on the back with classic Grecian figures. Rich women carried
+such mirrors fastened to their girdles or sometimes instead had them
+fitted into small, shallow boxes of carved ivory; sometimes too the
+mirror was set in a case of gold, silver, enamel, or ebony with
+intricate decoration on the outside. That was the first of
+mirror-making."
+
+"How curious!"
+
+"Later the Venetians experimented and began backing pieces of glass
+with mercury or tin. The surface was first covered with tinfoil and
+then rubbed down until smooth; then the whole was coated with
+quicksilver, which formed an amalgam with the tin. It does no harm to
+tell you about it now, senorita," added Giusippe a little sadly, "for
+every one knows. This process was slow and unsatisfactory, but it was
+the best the workmen then knew. These mirrors they set in elaborate
+frames of glass, silver, carved wood, mother-of-pearl, coral, tarsi, or
+into frames of painted wood. Some of them were sent by Venetian nobles
+as gifts to kings and queens of other countries; often they were
+purchased by royalties themselves. You can see many in the museums of
+France, Germany, or England."
+
+"We will hunt them up, Jean," Uncle Bob declared.
+
+"I'd love to see them," replied the girl.
+
+"My father has told me that there were frequent quarrels between the
+glass-makers and the mirror-framers because, you see, the framers
+wanted to learn the secret of making the mirrors, and the mirror-makers
+were jealous of the skill of the framers and feared the frame would be
+more beautiful than the mirror itself and so overshadow it. Then in
+1600 the French stole from our people the secret of mirror-making and
+began turning out mirrors not only as good, but in some respects better
+than the Venetian ones."
+
+"Oh, Giusippe, how did they steal the secret?" Jean cried. "How
+dreadful!"
+
+"It was through the treachery of our own countrymen, senorita,"
+Giusippe confessed. "Yes, sorry as I am to say so, it was our own
+fault. The French, you see, as well as the Venetians, had long been
+experimenting with glass-making and since it was considered there, as
+here, an art, many penniless Huguenot gentlemen who had lost their
+fortunes took it up; for one might be a glass-maker and still retain
+his noble rank. Such was Bernard Palissy----"
+
+"The potter!" interrupted Jean. "I learned all about him in my
+history."
+
+Giusippe nodded.
+
+"So? Then you know how he struggled for years to solve the secret of
+making the enamel he had seen on a Saracen cup. Palissy also made some
+fine old stained glass, although few people seem to know this. Many
+another Frenchman tried to discover the Venetian's great secret. They
+sought to bribe our people to tell the process, but without success.
+Then Colbert, the chief minister under Louis the Fourteenth, wrote the
+French ambassador at Venice that he must obtain for France some
+Venetian workmen. The ambassador was upset enough, as you may imagine,
+when he received the order. He said he could not do it. He dared not.
+If found out he would be thrown into the sea."
+
+"He ought to have been!" Jean cried. "He would have deserved it."
+
+"I think so too," Uncle Bob agreed.
+
+"It would have been far better for Venice had he been drowned in the
+Adriatic," Giusippe answered slowly. "But he wasn't. Instead he began
+cautiously to look about. There are always in the world, senor, men who
+have no pride in their fatherland and can be bought with money. The
+next year the ambassador succeeded in bribing eighteen glass-makers to
+go to France and make mirrors for Versailles, the palace of the French
+king. And no sooner had these men got well to work and passed the
+mystery on to the French than Colbert forbade the French people to
+import any more mirrors from Venice, as mirrors could now be made at
+home. Some of these early French mirrors are now in the Cluny Museum in
+France, my father told me. In consequence of the treachery of these
+workmen Germany also soon learned how to make mirrors, and the fame of
+the Venetian artisans declined just as the Council had predicted it
+would. But it will be long before any other country can equal mine in
+the making of filigree or spun glass. You will, senorita, see much of
+this beautiful work while you are here in Venice."
+
+"I want to, Giusippe; and I want to get some to take home. May I, Uncle
+Bob?"
+
+Mr. Cabot nodded.
+
+"Your story is like a fairy tale, Giusippe," said he.
+
+The boy smiled with pleasure.
+
+"It is a wonderful story to me because it is the story of my people.
+And, senor, there is much more to tell, but I must not weary you. Some
+of our filigree glass, it is true, became too elaborate to be
+beautiful. It is simply interesting because it is wonderful that out of
+glass could be fashioned ships, flowers, fruits, fish, and decorations
+of all kinds. It shows most delicate workmanship. But the drinking
+glasses with their fragile stems are really beautiful; and so are the
+vases and tazzas from white glass with enamel work or filigree of
+delicately blended colors. It was the Venetians, too, who invented
+engraved glass, where a design is scratched or cut into the surface
+with a diamond or steel point of a file. And our mille-fiori glass,
+which came to us way back from the Egyptians, is another famous
+variety. This is made from the ends of fancy colored sticks of glass
+cut off and arranged in a pattern. You will see it in the shops here."
+
+"I think you Venetians are wonderful!" Jean exclaimed.
+
+"Ah, senorita, you have yet to see one of the finest things we have
+done," was Giusippe's grave reply. "You have to see the San Marco with
+its mosaics!"
+
+"Yes, we surely want to go there," put in Mr. Cabot. "Do you think you
+could be our guide, Giusippe?"
+
+"I could go to-morrow, senor; because of the festa I am free from work.
+I would like to show you San Marco, of all things, because I love it."
+
+"I am sure no one could do it better," replied Mr. Cabot, well pleased.
+"To-morrow at nine, then. We will be ready promptly. You shall tell us
+the rest of your fascinating Venetian history and make Venetians of
+us."
+
+"I will come, senor."
+
+"You shall be paid for your time, my boy."
+
+"Alas, senor! That would spoil it all. I could not then show it to you.
+Forgive me and do not think me ungrateful. But my San Marco is to me
+the place I love. I show it to you because I love it. I have played
+about it and wandered in and out its doors since I was a very little
+child. I am proud that you should see it, senor."
+
+"As you will. To-morrow then."
+
+"Yes, senor."
+
+Another moment and Giusippe was gone.
+
+"A remarkable boy! A most remarkable boy!" ejaculated Mr. Cabot. "He
+knows his country's history as I fancy few others know it. Could you
+pass as good an examination on yours, Jean?"
+
+Jean hung her head.
+
+"I'm afraid not."
+
+"Nor I," Uncle Bob remarked, patting her curls kindly.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+UNCLE BOB ENLARGES HIS PARTY
+
+
+In accordance with his promise Giusippe came promptly the next morning
+and the four set out for the San Marco. It was a beautiful June day.
+The piazza was warm with sunshine, and as groups of tourists loitered
+through it the pigeons circled greedily about their feet begging food.
+
+"Why, Uncle Bob, these pigeons are exactly like the ones at home--just
+as pretty and just as hungry," Jean said.
+
+"Should you like to stop a moment and feed them, little girl?"
+
+"Oh, do! It will make Hannah think of Boston," begged Jean. "But we
+have nothing to give them," she added in dismay.
+
+"I will find you something, senorita," Giusippe declared.
+
+Darting up to an old Italian who was standing near he soon returned
+with a small paper cornucopia filled with grain.
+
+"The pigeons of St. Mark's are very tame. See!"
+
+He put some kernels of corn on the top of his hat, and holding more in
+his outstretched hands stood motionless. There was a whirr of wings,
+and in an instant the boy was quite hidden beneath an eager multitude
+of fluttering whiteness.
+
+"I never saw so many pigeons," Jean whispered. "You have many more than
+we do at home."
+
+"We Venetians are very fond of the birds," was Giusippe's reply. "So,
+too, are the tourists who come to Venice, for they never seem to be
+tired of having their pictures taken surrounded by flocks of pigeons."
+
+"Doesn't this make you think of Boston Common, Hannah?" asked Uncle
+Bob.
+
+"Yes, a little. But I should feel more as if I were in Massachusetts if
+there were not such a babel of foreign tongues about me." Then turning
+to Giusippe she demanded: "How did you come to speak English, young
+man?"
+
+"I have been expecting you would ask me that," smiled Giusippe. "You
+see, I have an uncle who went to America; yes, to Pennsylvania, to seek
+his fortune. He stayed there five years and in that time he learned to
+speak English well. When he came back he taught me all he knew. Then he
+returned with his wife to the United States, and I got books and
+studied. When they found at Murano that I could speak English they
+often called on me to show tourists over the glass works. In this way I
+picked up many words and their pronunciation. Since then I have found
+that I could sometimes serve as interpreter for English or American
+travelers if I watched for the chance. I was eager for such
+opportunities, for it gave me practice, and I often learned new words."
+
+"And why are you so anxious to learn English, Giusippe?" Jean
+questioned.
+
+"I hope, senorita, to go some day to the United States. My uncle told
+me what a wonderful country it is, and I desire to see it. Perhaps in
+that beautiful great land where everything is in abundance I might grow
+rich. I now have nothing to keep me here; my parents are dead and I
+have no other kinsmen. I want to join my uncle in Pennsylvania as soon
+as I have enough money. Part of my passage I have already saved."
+
+"Why, Giusippe!"
+
+"Yes, senorita, I am in earnest. It is lonely here in Venice now that I
+have no people. And Murano is not what it was in the golden days of my
+ancestors. I am sure I could find work in your country if I should go
+there. Do you not think I could, senor?" He turned to Mr. Cabot.
+
+"It is possible," was Uncle Bob's thoughtful answer. "Especially since
+you speak English so well. What sort of thing would you like to do?"
+
+"I know my trade of glass-making," was Giusippe's modest answer. "I
+know, too, much of coloring stained glass and of mosaic making. These
+things I have known from my babyhood up. There must be such work for
+persons going to the United States. Perhaps my uncle, who is in
+Pittsburgh with a large glass company, could get me something to do
+there."
+
+"Pittsburgh!" exclaimed the other three in a breath.
+
+"Yes. My uncle is with the company of a Senor Thomas Curtis, who has
+been very kind to him."
+
+"Uncle Tom! It's Uncle Tom!" Jean cried, laying her hand impulsively on
+his arm. "Mr. Curtis is my uncle, Giusippe. Did you ever hear anything
+so wonderful!"
+
+"It certainly is a strange coincidence," agreed Mr. Cabot. "But why did
+your uncle come back, Giusippe, after he once got over there?"
+
+"Ah, it was this way. He went first alone, expecting when he had enough
+money to send it back so that the young girl he loved could follow him,
+and they could be married. But when at last he had the money saved her
+parents became sick. They were old people. She could not leave them to
+die here alone, senor. Therefore she refused to go to America, and so
+much did my uncle love Anita that he would not stay there without her.
+Back he came and worked once more at Murano. Then the father and mother
+died, and my uncle and Anita were married and went to the United
+States. They wanted to take me, but I pretended that I would rather
+remain here. This I did because I feared that if I went with them and
+did not find work I might be a burden. All this was several years ago.
+My uncle is now a superintendent in one of the Curtis glass factories,
+and is happy and prosperous. Still, there are children, and I could not
+let him pay my fare to America. As I said, it will not take me much
+longer to save the rest of my passage money. Then I shall go and
+perhaps become rich. Who knows, senor!" Giusippe broke into a ringing
+laugh.
+
+Mr. Cabot made no reply.
+
+He was thinking.
+
+Fearing that he had offended, Giusippe changed the subject.
+
+"But I weary you with my affairs, senor. Pardon. Shall we go on to St.
+Mark's?"
+
+It was but a few steps across the piazza, and they were soon inside the
+church. Then for the first time Mr. Cabot spoke.
+
+"This church, Jean," said he, "is the link between the old art of the
+Mohammedans and the Gothic art of the Christian era. It was planned as
+a Byzantine church, and in it one can see many things suggesting St.
+Sofia's at Constantinople. When St. Mark's at Alexandria was destroyed
+by the Mohammedans many of its treasures fell into the hands of the
+Doge of Venice, who promptly proclaimed St. Mark the new patron saint
+in place of St. Theodore and set about building a cathedral in which to
+put all the beautiful things he had acquired. Some parts of this
+ancient cathedral remain, but most of the church was built by Doge
+Contarini between 1063 and 1071. To the next Doge, Domenico Selvo, fell
+the task of decorating it. You see, over here the building of churches
+takes longer than it does at home."
+
+"I should think it did," answered Jean. "Why, we think it is awful if
+our churches are not all done in two years."
+
+Giusippe smiled.
+
+"Ah, we build not that way here, senorita," he said. "Three centuries
+did our people spend in building into St. Mark's the marble carvings
+brought from the East; erecting the altars; and adorning the walls.
+These mosaics alone it took workmen two hundred and fifty years to
+fashion. Venice was a rich Republic, you see, and could well afford to
+put into this cathedral the money she might have spent on war. Above
+the slabs of marble are the mosaics, senorita. So it was in St. Sofia,
+my father told me; the slabs of marble near the ground and the
+decoration above. This whole cathedral of ours is covered on all the
+walls with mosaics--pictures made from bits of glass put together to
+form scenes from the Bible or from history. Even the most ignorant
+people who had had no schooling could read such stories, could they
+not?"
+
+Jean nodded.
+
+She was dazzled by the beauty of the place--by the soft light; the
+walls rich in gold and color; by the many wonderful things there were
+to be seen. She was interested, too, in the smoothly worn, uneven floor
+which showed where the piles beneath the church had settled.
+
+"Mosaic makers, you know, Jean, began crude attempts at making pictures
+in glass thousands of years ago, for glass-making was familiar to the
+Egyptians as well as to the Phoenicans and Syrians. The Greeks and
+Romans, too, were great glass-makers. So glass-making came down through
+the ages. The Byzantine churches usually were lighted by a row of tiny
+glass windows round the base of the dome. Some of this ancient glass
+still remains in St. Sofia. The common way of making such windows was
+to cut a design in a slab of marble or plaster, and then insert small
+pieces of colored glass. Sometimes, too, a pattern for wall decoration
+was worked out by sticking fragments of glass into soft stucco. So the
+first mosaic work began. We can see some of it in the museums of
+England."
+
+"There seems to be a great deal to see in those London museums, Uncle
+Bob," Jean gasped.
+
+"I am afraid you will be more convinced of that fact than ever when you
+get there," chuckled Uncle Bob. "But to return to Giusippe's mosaics.
+You may remember, perhaps, that when the Mohammedans invaded
+Constantinople and found how important a part the glass-makers played
+in decorating the churches, they at once handed the artisans over to
+the caliphs, that they might be set to work adorning their mosques. Now
+the Mohammedans believed it a crime to make a copy of either man or
+woman in a picture, a carving, or a statue. It was punishable to pay
+reverence to sacred figures; therefore all decoration in their churches
+took the form of flowers, fruit, or conventional designs. So no great
+mosaic pictures with figures such as these were made. Between the
+thirteenth and fourteenth centuries Damascus became the center of
+glass-making, and there are in existence in some of the museums old
+Arab lamps which hung in the mosques with inscriptions from the Koran
+engraved upon them. It is Giusippe's St. Mark's which revived the art
+of mosaic making, and served as the bridge between those Pagan days and
+the days when with Christianity the arts revived and mosaic makers
+began to represent in glass figures of Christ and the saints."
+
+"And then the painters came, as Giusippe has said," put in Jean.
+
+"Yes, the great artists were born, and from that time pictures on
+canvas instead of pictures of glass decorated the churches. But the
+mosaic makers did an important service to art, for it was they who
+indirectly gave to the world the idea of making stained-glass windows.
+And in Venice those who ceased to make mosaics made instead the
+beautiful Venetian glass of which Giusippe has told us."
+
+"And are there no mosaics made now, Uncle Bob?" asked Jean.
+
+"Yes. When in 1858 it became necessary to restore some of the mosaics
+in St. Mark's, a descendant of one of the old Murano glass workers
+named Radi, together with a Dr. Salviati, started a factory on the
+Grand Canal, where they gradually revived some of the past glory of
+Venice. They copied the old time glass products, making Arab lamps such
+as hung in the mosques; cameo work similar to the Naples and Portland
+vases; and pictures in mosaic. It was they who did The Last Supper for
+Westminster Abbey, and the mosaics for Albert Memorial Hall in London."
+
+"But Salviati's mosaics were not like those here, senor," put in
+Giusippe, "because the San Marco mosaics were constructed upon the
+walls, small cubes of glass being pressed into the moist cement to make
+the picture. This gave a rough, irregular surface which artists say is
+far more artistic than is Salviati's smooth, glassy work. When Salviati
+sent mosaics away he made them here, and then backed them with cement
+so they could be placed on a slab of solid material and transported
+great distances from Venice. His pictures, it is true, were far more
+perfectly done than were the old mosaics--too perfectly, I have heard
+glass experts say."
+
+"Undoubtedly they are right, Giusippe, for the roughness in the ancient
+mosaics would, of course, break up the great plain surfaces and make
+them more interesting. But Salviati did Venice a service, nevertheless,
+in reviving the art. And there is, too, another virtue about mosaics,
+and that is that they will endure far longer than paintings. Had it not
+been for the foresight of Pope Urban, who between 1600 and 1700 had
+many of the famous pictures of the Vatican copied in mosaic, these
+masterpieces would have been lost to the world."
+
+"I have been told that the church in Ravenna has some fine mosaics, but
+I never have seen them," Giusippe ventured.
+
+"I have. They are beautiful, and I hope you may see them some time.
+Then there are others scattered through the various churches of Sicily
+and Rome; and there are also many beautiful inlays of mosaic decorating
+the old churches and palaces of European cities. When we visit
+Westminster Abbey, Jean, I must show you the crude early mosaic work on
+the tomb of Edward the Confessor. It is very curious, for it is made of
+pieces of colored glass set in grooves of marble."
+
+"How much you are to see, senorita," observed Giusippe wistfully.
+
+Mr. Cabot fixed his eyes attentively on the boy.
+
+"Should you, too, like to see all these wonders, Giusippe?" he asked
+half playfully and half in earnest.
+
+But Giusippe, who did not catch the banter in his tone, answered
+seriously:
+
+"Should I? Ah, senor, it is not for me to envy or be unhappy about that
+which I may not have. Some day, perhaps, when I have made my fortune in
+your country I can return to the old world and see its marvels. I must
+have a little patience, that is all."
+
+The mingling of sadness and longing in the reply touched Uncle Bob;
+Jean and the young Venetian chattered on, but Mr. Cabot walked silently
+ahead, deep in thought.
+
+"Did I understand you to say, Giusippe," he asked at last turning
+abruptly, "that you have no relatives in Venice?"
+
+"None in all the world with the exception of the uncle in America of
+whom I told you, senor."
+
+Again there was a pause.
+
+"Suppose I were to take you with us."
+
+"What, senor?"
+
+"Take you with us now, when we leave Venice."
+
+"I do not understand."
+
+"Suppose I asked you to go with us to France and England, and then
+across to America."
+
+"But I have not enough money, senor."
+
+"I haven't much, either," Mr. Cabot answered, smiling kindly into the
+boy's puzzled eyes. "Still, I think I could get together a sufficient
+sum to pay your way until you got to the United States and found work."
+
+"To go--to go with you now, do you mean, senor?"
+
+"Yes. We leave Venice next week for France. You see, I like you,
+Giusippe; we all do. And in addition to that you have done us a
+service. But more than anything else I feel that, once started, you are
+capable of making your way and doing well in life; all you need is a
+chance. I have perfect faith that if I took you to America you would
+make good. It would cost very little more were you to join us, and no
+doubt you could help in many little ways during the trip. Do you speak
+French at all?"
+
+"Yes, some; but more German. It is nothing. Many travelers come to
+Venice, and one must talk to them. Then, too, here it is not unusual to
+speak several languages, because the countries lie near together, and
+the people come and go from place to place. With you it is different; a
+mighty sea divides you from the rest of the world."
+
+"Despite all your excuses for us, Giusippe, it is quite true that we
+Americans are as a rule pitiably ignorant about languages. Here is this
+boy, Jean, who knows not only his mother tongue but French, German and
+English besides. Isn't that a rebuke to us, with our fine schools and
+our college educations? It makes me ashamed of myself. Do you, little
+girl, try and do better than I have. Well, young man, what do you say
+to my proposition? Will you come with us to America?"
+
+"Senor! Oh, senor! How can I ever----"
+
+"Well, then, that settles it," interrupted Mr. Cabot, cutting him
+short. "I will arrange everything. But there is just one condition to
+be made, my youthful Venetian patriot. If by chance we see any of those
+old mirrors made by the early Frenchmen who stole your art from Murano
+you are not to smash them. Remember!"
+
+Giusippe laughed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+GIUSIPPE ENCOUNTERS AN OLD FRIEND
+
+
+It was scarcely a reality to Jean, to Hannah, or to Giusippe himself
+when Uncle Bob actually set forth for France with the young Venetian as
+a member of the party. Yet every one was pleased: Hannah because she
+would not now need her foreign dictionaries; Jean because it was jolly
+to have a companion her own age; and Giusippe because he felt that at
+last he had friends who were to guide for him the future which had
+loomed so darkly and so vaguely before him. Not a full week of the trip
+to Paris had passed before Mr. Cabot declared that how he had
+previously got on without that boy he did not understand. Giusippe had
+such a wonderful way of making himself useful; not only did he see what
+needed to be done, but he was quick to do it.
+
+"His enthusiasm alone is worth the money I am paying for his railroad
+fares and hotel bills!" ejaculated Uncle Bob to Hannah.
+
+There certainly never was such a boy to take in everything around him,
+and to remember what he saw. With mind alert for all that was to be
+learned he tagged along at Mr. Cabot's heels drinking in and storing
+away every scrap of history and of beauty which came across his path.
+And in Paris he found much of both. The Invalides with the tomb of
+Napoleon; Notre Dame with its odd gargoyles; the Arc de Triomphe; the
+Bois; and the Champs-Elysees shaded by pink horse-chestnut trees--all
+these sights were new and marvelous to the Italian lad. But it was
+Versailles with its gardens that charmed him and Jean most.
+
+The travelers arrived there on a Sunday, when the fountains were
+playing, flowers blooming everywhere, and a gay crowd of sightseers
+thronging the walks. It was like fairy-land. The great Neptune fountain
+sent into the air a sheet of spray which was quickly caught up by the
+sunlight and transformed into a misty rainbow. Within the palace, amid
+old tapestries of battles and hunting scenes, and surrounded by
+paintings and statues, were the famous early French mirrors of which
+Giusippe had previously spoken.
+
+Mr. Cabot pointed them out, half playfully, half seriously.
+
+"Perhaps on further consideration I will leave them," returned the boy,
+falling in with the spirit of the elder man's mood. "They seem to fit
+the spaces, and I doubt if even our Venetian mirrors could look better
+here."
+
+"I think it might be just as well," answered Mr. Cabot. "Besides, you
+must remember that those mirrors were not the only sort of glass the
+French made. There were many enamel workers at Provence as early as
+1520, and later much cast glass instead of that which is blown came
+from France. In fact, up to a hundred years ago the French held the
+plate glass monopoly. Then England took up glass-making and cut into
+the French market--the same old story of stealing the trade, you see.
+In addition to other varieties of glass-making some of the finest and
+most interesting of the old stained glass was made by the French
+people, and can now be seen in the church of St. Denis, just out of
+Paris, and at Sainte Chapelle which is within the city itself.
+Fortunately the glass at St. Denis escaped the fury of the French
+revolutionists, as it might not have done had it not been at a little
+distance from Paris. There is also glass of much the same sort at
+Poitiers, Bourges, and Rheims. Amiens, too, has wonderful glass
+windows. I hope before we leave for home we shall have a peep at some
+if not all of these."
+
+"Isn't much beautiful French glass now made at Nancy, Mr. Cabot?"
+Giusippe inquired.
+
+"Yes, some of the finest comes from there."
+
+"But didn't any other people beside the Venetians and the French make
+glass, Uncle Bob?" asked Jean, much interested.
+
+"Oh, yes. Almost every European nation has tried its hand at
+glass-making. It is curious, too, to notice how each differs from the
+others. The Bohemians, for instance, were famous glass-makers, and
+their work, which primarily imitated that of the Venetians, is known
+the world over."
+
+"What sort of glass is it? Could I tell it if I should see it?"
+
+"Well, for one thing they make beautiful wine glasses and goblets,
+having stems of enclosed white and colored enamel tubes twisted
+together with transparent glass, which look as if they had delicate
+threads of color running through them. Then the Bohemians and the
+Austrians make many great beakers or drinking glasses, steins, and
+bowls with decorative coats of arms upon them in gold or in colored
+enamel."
+
+"Oh, I have seen things like that," Jean replied.
+
+"Yes, we have some of those ornamental goblets at home in the
+dining-room. They are very rich and handsome. Beside these varieties
+the Bohemians have of late revived the making of old white opaque glass
+with colored enamel figures on it. But engraved glass is one of the
+kinds for which Bohemia is chiefly celebrated. Even very skilful glass
+engravers can be had there for little money. They cut fine, delicate
+designs upon the glass with a lathe. Some of this is white, but much of
+it is of deep red or blue with the pattern engraved on it in white.
+Such glass is made in two layers, the outer one being cut away so to
+leave the design upon the surface underneath."
+
+"Wasn't it the Bohemians who invented cut glass?" Giusippe asked.
+
+"No. Sometimes people say so, but this is not true. The fact is that
+there chanced to be a glass cutter so skilful that he was appointed
+lapidary to Rudolph the Second; he had a workshop at Prague, but though
+he did some very wonderful glass cutting, which gained him much fame,
+he did not invent the art. It was, by the way, one of his workmen who
+later migrated to Nuremburg and carried the secret of glass-cutting to
+Germany."
+
+"Isn't it queer how one country learned of another?" reflected Jean.
+
+"Yes, and it is especially interesting when we see how hard each tried
+not to teach his neighbor anything. There always was somebody, just as
+there always is now, who could not keep still and went and told," Mr.
+Cabot said. "And while we are speaking of the different kinds of glass
+we must not forget to mention the dark red ruby glass perfected in 1680
+by Kunckel, the director of the Potsdam glass works, for it is a very
+ingenious invention. The deep color is obtained by putting a thin layer
+of gold between the white glass and the coating of red."
+
+"What else did the Germans make?" queried Giusippe.
+
+"Well, the Germans, like the other nations, turned out glass which was
+suggestive of their people. And that, by the by, is a fact you must
+notice when seeing the work of so many different countries. Observe how
+the art of each reflects the characteristics of those who made it.
+Italy gave us fragile, dainty glass famous for its airy beauty and
+delicacy; Germany, on the other hand, fashions a far more massive,
+rough, and heavier product--large flasks, steins and goblets, some of
+which are even clumsy; all are substantial and useful, however, and
+have the big cordial spirit of fellowship so characteristic of the
+German people. These glasses are decorated in large flat designs less
+choice, perhaps, than are the Bohemian. The shape of the German goblets
+and drinking glasses differs, too, from those made in Italy. They are
+less graceful, less dainty. Instead you will find throughout Germany
+tall cylindrical shafts, tankards, and steins adorned with massive
+eagles or colored coats of arms; often, moreover, both the Bohemians
+and the Germans use pictorial designs showing processions of soldiers,
+battle scenes, or cavalry charges such as would appeal to nations whose
+military life has long been one of the leading interests of their
+people."
+
+"Tell me, Mr. Cabot," inquired Giusippe eagerly, "did you ever see one
+of the German puzzle cups?"
+
+"Yes, several of them. In the British Museum there are several of the
+windmill variety."
+
+"What is a puzzle cup, Uncle Bob?" demanded Jean.
+
+"Why, a puzzle or wager cup, as they are sometimes called, was an
+ingenious invention of the Germans during their early days of
+glass-making. The kind I speak of is a large inverted goblet which has
+on top a small silver windmill. The wager was to set the fans
+revolving, turn the glass right side up, and then fill and drain it
+before the mill stopped turning. Such wagers were very popular in those
+olden days and are interesting as relics of a mediaeval and far-away
+period in history."
+
+So intently had Mr. Cabot and the others been talking that they had
+stopped in the center of the room and it was while they were standing
+there that a party of tourists entered from the hallway. Foremost among
+them was an American girl who carried in her hand a much worn Baedeker.
+As her eye swept over the tapestries covering the walls her glance fell
+upon Giusippe.
+
+Instantly she started and with parted lips stepped forward; then she
+paused.
+
+"It cannot be!" Mr. Cabot heard her murmur.
+
+At the same moment, however, Giusippe had seen her.
+
+"The beautiful senorita!" he cried. "My lady of Venice!"
+
+He was beside her in an instant.
+
+"Giusippe! Giusippe!" exclaimed the girl. "Can it really be you?"
+
+"Yes, yes, senorita! It is I. Ah, that I should see you again! What a
+joy it is. Surely four or five years must have passed since first you
+came to paint in Venice."
+
+"Fully that, my little Giusippe. It is five years this June. You have a
+good memory."
+
+"How could I forget you, senorita; and the pictures, and your kindness!
+But I have left Venice, you see. Yes. Even now I am on my way to
+America."
+
+"To America? Oh, Giusippe, Giusippe! And that is why you have discarded
+your faded blouse, and the red tie which you wore knotted round your
+throat. Alas! I am almost sorry. And yet you look very nice," she added
+kindly. "But to leave Venice!"
+
+"It is best," Giusippe explained gently. "I have my way to make, and I
+can do it better in your country, my senorita."
+
+"Perhaps. Still, I am sorry to have you leave your home. It is like
+taking sea shells away from the sands of the shore."
+
+"And yet you would want me to be a man and succeed in life. Think how
+you yourself worked for success."
+
+"I know. And it was you who brought it to me, Giusippe. The portrait I
+painted of you was exhibited in America and when I later sold it to an
+art dealer there it brought me a little fortune; but the fame it
+brought was best of all." The girl put her hand softly on the lad's
+shoulder.
+
+"Oh, senorita, how glad I am!"
+
+"I had a feeling that you would bring me luck the morning when I first
+saw you in the square near St. Mark's. Do you remember? And how you
+stood watching me paint? Do you recall how we got to talking and how I
+asked if I might do the portrait of you? You laughed when I suggested
+it! And then you came to the hotel evenings when you were free, and I
+sketched in the picture. It seems but yesterday. In the meantime you
+entertained me by telling me of Venice and its history. What a little
+fellow you were to know so much!" The girl smiled down at him. "And now
+let me hear of yourself. What of your parents?"
+
+"Alas, senorita, they have died. I am now quite alone in the world. It
+is for that that I felt I must leave Venice. It is sad to be alone,
+senorita."
+
+"So it is, Giusippe. No one knows that better than I." Impulsively she
+slipped a hand into the small Venetian's. "But I must not take you from
+your friends. See, we have kept them waiting a long time."
+
+"I want you to meet them, senorita. They are from your country, and
+they have been kind to me."
+
+"Then surely I must meet them."
+
+With a shy gesture the boy led her forward.
+
+"Miss Cartright is from New York, Mr. Cabot," said Giusippe simply.
+"Long ago when I was a little lad I knew her in Venice, and she was
+good to me and to my parents."
+
+[Illustration: "I KNEW HER IN VENICE"]
+
+"It was five years ago," added Miss Cartright. "I went there to paint."
+
+"And little Giusippe, perhaps, made your stay as delightful as he has
+made ours," Mr. Cabot said.
+
+"Yes. I was all by myself, and knew no one in Venice. Furthermore, I
+spoke only a word or two of Italian. Giusippe was a great comfort. He
+kept me from being lonesome."
+
+"And you are now staying in Paris?" questioned Mr. Cabot.
+
+"Yes, I have been here with friends studying for nearly a year; but I
+am soon to return home. And now, before I leave you, I want to hear all
+about Giusippe's plans. What is he to do?"
+
+Little by little the story was told. Mr. Cabot began it and continued
+it until Giusippe, who thought him too modest, finished the tale.
+
+"You see, senorita, Mr. Cabot, Miss Jean, and good Hannah will not
+themselves tell you how kind they have been, so I myself must tell it,"
+said the boy. "And now I go with them to find a position in America
+that by hard work I may some time be able to repay them for their
+goodness to me."
+
+Miss Cartright nodded thoughtfully.
+
+At last she said:
+
+"If you should come to New York I want to see you, Giusippe. There
+might be something I could do to help you. Anyway, I should want to
+have a glimpse of you. And if you do not come and Mr. Cabot does,
+perhaps, since he knows how fond of you I am and how much I am
+interested in your welfare, he will come and tell me how you are
+getting on."
+
+She drew from her purse a card which she handed to the lad.
+
+"Perhaps I'd better take it, Giusippe," Mr. Cabot said in a low tone.
+"It might get lost."
+
+Then there was a confusion of farewells, and the girl rejoined her
+friends, who had gone through into the next room.
+
+It was not until she was well out of ear-shot that any one spoke. Then
+Jean, who had been silent throughout the entire interview, exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, isn't she beautiful! Isn't she the very loveliest lady you ever
+saw, Giusippe?"
+
+And Giusippe, answering in voluble English mixed with Italian, extolled
+not only the fairness but the goodness of his goddess.
+
+Even Hannah agreed that the American girl was charming, but regretted
+that she had not come from Boston instead of New York.
+
+Uncle Bob alone was silent. Turning the white card in his fingers he
+stood absently looking at the door through which Miss Ethel Cartright
+had passed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+UNCLE BOB AS STORY TELLER
+
+
+Uncle Bob and his party remained in France several weeks, and during
+that time visited the old French cathedrals with their interesting
+windows; and saw in the Louvre much glass of early French make as well
+as many beautiful Venetian mirrors with all sorts of unique histories.
+One mirror was that famous seventeenth century possession of Marie de
+Medici, a looking-glass set in a frame which represented a fortune of
+over thirty thousand dollars. This mirror was of rock crystal combined
+with cut and polished agates, and around it was a network of enameled
+gold. Outside this inner frame was a larger one formed entirely of
+precious stones. Three large emeralds as well as smaller diamonds and
+rubies adorned it.
+
+"Probably," said Mr. Cabot, "this is but one of many such examples of
+ancient luxury. Unfortunately, however, most of these extravagant
+affairs have been melted up by avaricious monarchs who coveted the gems
+and gold. Such ornate mirrors are a relic of the Renaissance when each
+object made was considered an art work on which every means of
+enrichment was lavished. I do not know that I think it any handsomer
+than are the simpler mirrors with their Venetian frames of exquisitely
+carved wood, of which there are many fine specimens in the Louvre."
+
+"Is the mirror that was given by the Republic of Venice to Henry the
+Third in the Louvre?" asked Giusippe.
+
+"No, that is in the Cluny Museum. You have heard of it, then?"
+
+"Oh, yes; often in Venice. I have seen pictures of it, too," Giusippe
+replied.
+
+"We must see it before we leave France," declared Mr. Cabot. "It was,
+as you already know, presented to Henry the Third on his return from
+Poland. It is set in a wonderfully designed frame of colored and white
+beveled glass, and the decoration is of alternating fleur-de-lis and
+palm leaves, which are fastened to the frame by a series of screws. It
+is quite a different sort of mirror from that of Marie de Medici."
+
+"I should like to see it," Jean said.
+
+"You certainly shall."
+
+How rich France was in beautiful things! One never could see them all.
+
+One of the sights that especially interested Jean and Hannah was the
+imitation gems displayed in the Paris jewelry shops. These exquisite
+stones, Uncle Bob told them, were made in laboratories by workmen so
+skilful that only an expert could distinguish the manufactured gems
+from the real, the stones conforming to almost every test applied to
+genuine jewels. They were not manufactured, however, for the purpose of
+deceiving people, but rather to be sold to those who either could not
+afford valuable stones or did not wish the care of them. The imitation
+pearls were especially fine, and by no means cheap either, as Hannah
+soon found out when she attempted to purchase a small string.
+
+But many as were the wonderful sights in France, the continent had soon
+to be left behind, and almost before the travelers realized it the
+Channel had been crossed and they stood upon English soil. As Uncle
+Bob's time was limited they went direct to London, and when once there
+one of the first things that Giusippe wished to see were the mosaics in
+St. Paul's Cathedral of which he had heard so much. So they set out. On
+reaching the church Giusippe regarded it with awe. How unlike it was to
+his well loved St. Mark's. And yet how beautiful!
+
+"These mosaics, like the ones we shall see at the Houses of Parliament,
+were not first made and then put up on the walls as were those such as
+Salviati and other Venetians shipped from Venice," explained Mr. Cabot.
+"No, these were made directly upon the walls, the pieces of glass being
+pressed into prepared areas of cement spread thickly upon the brickwork
+of the building. The designs are simple, large and effective figures
+being preferred to smaller and more intricate patterns. Millions of
+pieces have been used to make the pictures, and if you will notice
+carefully you will see that they have the rough surface which catches
+the light as do all the early Venetian mosaics."
+
+Giusippe nodded.
+
+"There must also be some fine old glass windows in London," he
+speculated. "Aren't there, Mr. Cabot?"
+
+"Yes, some varieties that you did not have in Venice, too," declared
+Uncle Bob. "You see other people did invent something, Giusippe. Here
+in England in some of the older houses there are windows made of tiny
+pieces of white glass leaded together; people were not able at that
+time to get large sheets of glass such as we now use, and I am not sure
+that these windows made of small leaded panes were not prettier. Then
+you will find other windows made from what we call bull's eye glass.
+These bull's eyes were the centers or waste from large discs of crown
+glass after all the big pieces possible had been cut away. As most
+glass comes now in sheets crown glass is little made, and therefore we
+find bull's eyes rare unless manufactured expressly to imitate the
+antique roundels."
+
+"Of course there is lots of old stained glass in England, isn't there,
+Uncle Bob?" Jean ventured.
+
+"Yes, indeed. I am sorry to say, however, that much of it has been
+destroyed before the public realized its value. At Salisbury Cathedral,
+for instance, some of the fine old glass was taken down and beaten to
+pieces in order that the lead might be used. At Oxford rare Gothic
+windows were removed and broken up to give room for the more modern
+work of the Renaissance. But you will still find at Canterbury and in
+many other of the English churches stained glass which has escaped
+destruction and come down to us through hundreds of years. And speaking
+of how such things have been preserved I must tell you the wonderful
+story of the east window in St. Margaret's Chapel at Westminster."
+
+"Oh, do tell us!" begged Jean. "I love stories."
+
+"This story is almost like a fairy tale, when one considers that it is
+the history of such a fragile thing as a glass window," Mr. Cabot
+began. "This window of which I am telling you was Flemish in design,
+and is said to have been ordered by Ferdinand and Isabella when their
+daughter Catherine was engaged to Arthur, the Prince of Wales. But for
+some reason it was not delivered, and a Dutch magistrate later decided
+to present it to King Henry the Seventh. Unfortunately the king died
+before the gift arrived and it came into the hands of the Abbot of
+Waltham. Now these were very troublous times for a stained glass window
+to be traveling about the land; Cromwell was in power and his followers
+believed it right to destroy everything which existed merely because of
+its beauty. So the old abbot was afraid his treasure would be wrecked,
+and to insure its safety he buried it."
+
+"How funny!"
+
+"Yes, wasn't it?"
+
+"What happened then?"
+
+"After the Restoration one of the loyal generals of the Crown had the
+window dug up and placed in a chapel on his estate. But the house
+changed hands and as its new owner did not like the window he offered
+it to Wadham College. The college authorities, alas, did not care for
+it, so it remained cased up for many years. Then by and by along came
+an Englishman who had the courage to buy it and have it set up in his
+house."
+
+"Was that the end of it?" queried Giusippe.
+
+"No, indeed. This person died, and his son took down the stained glass
+heirloom and in 1758 sold it to a committee which was at that time busy
+decorating St. Margaret's Chapel. Here at last it was set up and here
+one cannot but hope it will remain. Certainly it has earned a long
+rest."
+
+"Shouldn't you think it would have been broken in all that time?"
+ejaculated Jean.
+
+"One would certainly have thought so," Uncle Bob agreed. "It seemed to
+possess a charmed life. Most of that early glass was made by Flemish
+refugees who had fled to England to escape religious persecution. Some
+was designed for English monasteries. Houses, you know, did not have
+glass windows at that time but depended for protection upon oiled paper
+and skins. Glass was considered a luxury, and it was many, many years
+before window glass or table glass was in use. Rich English families
+bought glass dishes from galleys which, as Giusippe has told us, came
+laden from Venice. Sometimes this Venetian glass was mounted in gold or
+silver. There was, it is true, a little glass of English make, but no
+one thought it worth using; in fact when the stained glass windows were
+put into Beauchamp Chapel at Warwick it was expressly stated that no
+English glass was to be used."
+
+"How did glass ever come to be made here, then?" inquired Jean.
+
+"Well, in time more Flemish Protestants fled to England and began
+making stained glass at London, Stourbridge, and Newcastle-on-Tyne. In
+1589 there were fifteen glass-houses in England. Then, because so much
+wood had been used in the iron foundries, the supply became exhausted
+and sea or pit coal had to be used instead. People were forced to try,
+in consequence, a different kind of melting pot for their glass and a
+new mixture of material; in this way they stumbled upon a heavy,
+brilliant, white crystal metal which the French called 'the most
+beautiful glassy substance known.' It was the pure white flint, or
+crystal glass, for which England has since become famous. Immediately
+it began to be used for all sorts of things. In 1637 the Duke of
+Buckingham had flint glass windows for his coach, and he had some
+Venetian workmen make mirrors out of it. So it went. A great many more
+mirrors were made, great pier glasses with beveled edges. It is said
+that some of those very mirrors are even now at Hampton Court. In the
+course of time the English became more and more skilful at
+glass-making, and when Queen Victoria came to the throne they were
+manufacturing enormous cut glass ornaments and bowls, and decorating
+their palaces and theaters with glass chandeliers which had myriads of
+heavy, sparkling prisms dangling from them. You will remember that in
+Venice you saw some glass chandeliers; and you may recall how
+delicately fashioned they were and how their twisted branches were
+covered with glass flowers in the center of which candles could be set.
+But the English chandeliers were far more massive affairs than those.
+And no sooner did English workmen find what they could do with this new
+material than they went mad over glass-making. Why, in 1851 they
+actually built for the first International Exhibit a Crystal Palace
+with a big glass fountain in it. Its builder was James Paxton, and he
+was knighted for doing it."
+
+"I should think he deserved to be!" Jean said. "Who ever would have
+thought of making a palace of glass!"
+
+"This one attracted much attention, I assure you," said Uncle Bob.
+"Later it was reconstructed at Sydenham and to this day there it
+stands. England now makes the finest crystal glass of any country in
+the world; but to-morrow I intend to take you to the British Museum and
+show you that in spite of all that European nations have done there
+were other very skilful glass-makers in the world before any of them
+made glass at all."
+
+"Before the time of the Greeks and Romans--before the people who made
+the Naples Vase?" Jean asked.
+
+"Yes, centuries before."
+
+"Who were they?" demanded both Jean and Giusippe in the same breath.
+
+"The Egyptians first; and after them the Phoenicians and Syrians. All
+these peoples lived where they could easily get plenty of the fine
+white sand necessary for glass-making. In some of the old tombs glass
+beads, cups, drinking-vessels, and curiously shaped vials have been
+found, many of them very beautiful in color. Some of this color is due
+to the action of the soil and the atmosphere, for science tells us that
+after glass has been buried in the earth many centuries and is then
+exposed to the air it begins to decay and its color often changes. We
+have in our museums many pieces of ancient glass which have changed
+color in this way and have become far more beautiful than they
+originally were. How these races that lived in the remote ages found
+out how to make glass no one knows; but certain it is that the
+Egyptians could fashion imitation gems, crude mosaics and various glass
+vessels. Later the Phoenicians improved the art and afterward, as you
+have seen, the Greeks and Romans took it up. There is a strange tale of
+how, during the reign of Tiberius, a glass-maker discovered how to make
+a kind of glass which would not break. It was a sort of malleable
+glass."
+
+"Oh, tell us about it, please, Uncle Bob."
+
+"Certainly, if you would like to hear. This glass-maker made a cup for
+the Emperor and tried a long time to get an audience at which to
+present his new invention. Then at last the chance came, and thinking
+to make himself famous the artisan contrived, as he passed the flagon
+to his sovereign, to drop it on the marble floor. Of course every one
+thought the glass was broken, and that is precisely what the
+glass-maker wanted them to think. He picked it up, smoothed out with
+his hammer the dent made in its side, and passed it once more expecting
+to receive praise for his wonderful deed. Tiberius eyed him silently.
+Then he asked; 'Does any one else know how to make glass like this?'
+
+"'No one,' answered the glass-maker.
+
+"'Off with his head at once!' cried the enraged monarch. 'If glass
+dishes and flasks do not break they will soon become as valuable as my
+gold and silver ones!'
+
+"Despite his protests the poor glass-maker was dragged off and
+beheaded. The rulers of those days were not very fair-minded, you see."
+
+With so many interesting stories, and so many things to see, you may be
+sure that neither Jean nor Giusippe found sightseeing dull. And the
+next day Uncle Bob was as good as his word, and took the young people
+to the British Museum, where he showed them some of the old Egyptian
+and Graeco-Syrian glass. There were little vases, cups, and flasks of
+wonderful iridescent color, as well as many glass beads that had been
+found upon Egyptian mummies.
+
+"Now, Uncle Bob," Jean said, after they had looked at these strange old
+bits of glass for some time, "you must take us to see the Portland
+Vase. You promised you would, you know."
+
+"Sure enough; so I did. I should have forgotten it, too, had you not
+mentioned it."
+
+Accordingly they hunted up the Gold Room where the vase stood.
+
+Jean was very proud that she was able to point it out before she had
+been told which one it was.
+
+"You see," explained she shyly, "it is so much like the Naples Vase
+that I recognized it right off."
+
+It was indeed of the same dark blue transparent glass, and had on it
+the same sort of delicate white cameo figures.
+
+"This vase," Mr. Cabot said, "was found about the middle of the
+sixteenth century enclosed in a marble sarcophagus in an underground
+chamber which was located two and a half miles out of Rome. It was
+taken to the Barbarini Palace, but later the princess of that noble
+family, wishing to raise money, sold it to Sir William Hamilton, who
+chanced to be at that time the English ambassador to Naples. From him
+it passed to the Duchess of Portland, and at her death was sold at
+auction to the new Duke of Portland. That is the way it got its name.
+Now the Duke, desirous of putting his precious purchase in a safe
+place, and also wishing to allow others to enjoy it, lent it to the
+British Museum. Imagine his horror and that of the Museum authorities
+when in 1845 a lunatic named Lloyd, who saw it, viciously smashed it to
+pieces."
+
+His hearers gasped.
+
+"To see it you would not dream that it had ever been broken, would you?
+Yes, it has been so carefully mended that no one could tell the
+difference. It was this vase which the English potter, Wedgwood,
+coveted so intensely that he bid a thousand pounds for it; the Duke of
+Portland outbid him by just twenty-nine pounds. He was, however, a
+generous man, and when at last the vase was his he allowed Wedgwood to
+copy it. This took a year's time, and even then the copy was far less
+beautiful than was the original. Many copies of it have been made
+since, but never has any one succeeded in making anything to equal the
+vase itself. You will see copies of it in almost all our American
+museums."
+
+"I mean to see when I get home if there is a copy of it in Boston,"
+Jean remarked.
+
+"You will find one at the Art Museum. And now while we are here there
+is still that other famous vase which I mentioned once before and which
+I should like to have you see. It is not, perhaps, as fine as the
+Naples or the Portland, but it is nevertheless one celebrated the world
+over. Like the Naples Vase it came from Pompeii, and like the Portland
+Vase it has been skilfully mended. It is called the Auldjo Vase."
+
+Uncle Bob was not long in finding where this treasure stood. It was
+small--not more than nine inches in height, and like the other two was
+of the familiar blue transparent glass with a white cameo design cut
+upon it. Instead of having a Grecian decoration, however, the pattern
+was of vines, leaves, and clusters of grapes.
+
+"The Portland Vase, as I have already told you, was perfect when it was
+unearthed," Mr. Cabot said. "And the Naples Vase you will remember was
+also whole except that its base, or foot, which was probably of gold,
+was missing. But the Auldjo Vase was in pieces, and it was only a
+single one of these fragments that was bequeathed to the British Museum
+by Miss Auldjo. Now when the Museum committee saw this single piece
+nothing would do but they must have the others. They therefore bought
+the rest, had the vase mended, and set it up here where people can see
+it. It cost a great deal of money to purchase it."
+
+"I think it is splendid of museums and of rich people to buy such
+things and put them where every one can look at them!" exclaimed Jean.
+"None of us could afford to and if those who owned them just kept them
+in their own houses we should never see them at all."
+
+"Yes. Remember that, too, in this day when there are so many persons
+who begrudge the rich their fortunes. Remember if there were not
+individuals in the world who possessed fortunes the poor would have far
+less opportunity to see art treasures of every sort. And that is one
+way in which those who are rich and generous can serve their country.
+There are many different methods of being a good citizen, you see."
+
+Mr. Cabot took out his watch and glanced at it thoughtfully.
+
+"I think we shall have time to see just one thing more, and then we
+must go back to the hotel. We have examined all kinds of glass
+objects--so many, in fact, that it would seem as if there was no other
+purpose for which glass could be used. And yet I can show you something
+of which, I will wager, you have not thought."
+
+"What is it?" questioned the two young people breathlessly.
+
+Full of curiosity, Uncle Bob led them through several corridors until
+he came to a large room that they had not visited. He conducted them to
+its farther end and paused before a large sand glass.
+
+"Before the days of clocks and watches," he began, "such glasses as
+these were much in use for telling the time. Throughout the sixteenth
+and seventeenth centuries they had them in almost all the churches,
+that the officiating clergyman might be able to measure the length of
+his sermon."
+
+Jean laughed.
+
+"I wish they had them now," she declared mischievously.
+
+"Sometimes I do," smiled Uncle Bob. "It is said the glasses were
+originally invented in Egypt. Wherever they came from, they certainly
+were a great convenience to those who had no other means of telling the
+time. Charlemagne, I have read, had a sand glass so large that it
+needed to be turned only once in twelve hours. Fancy how large it must
+have been. At the South Kensington Museum is a set of four large sand
+glasses evidently made to go together. Of course you have seen, even in
+our day, hour, quarter-hour, and minute glasses."
+
+"I used to practice by an hour glass," Jean replied quickly. "At least
+it was a quarter-of-an-hour glass, and I had to turn it four times."
+
+"It would be strange not to have clocks and watches, wouldn't it?"
+reflected Giusippe as they walked back to the hotel.
+
+"I guess it would!" Hannah returned emphatically. "The meals would
+never be on time."
+
+"One advantage in that, my good Hannah, would be that nobody would ever
+be scolded because he was late," retorted Mr. Cabot humorously.
+
+The three weeks allotted for the London visit passed only too quickly,
+and surprisingly soon came the day when the travelers found themselves
+aboard ship and homeward bound.
+
+Perhaps after all they were not altogether sorry, for despite the
+marvels of the old world there is no place like home. Hannah was eager
+to open the Boston house and air it; Jean rejoiced that each throb of
+the engine brought her nearer to her beloved doggie; Uncle Bob's
+fingers itched to be setting in place the Italian marbles he had
+ordered for the new house; and Giusippe waited almost with bated breath
+for his first sight of America, the country of his dreams.
+
+But a great surprise was in store for every one of these persons as the
+mighty steamer left her moorings and put out of Liverpool harbor.
+
+Across the deck came a vision, an apparition so unexpected that Jean
+and Giusippe cried out, and even Uncle Bob muttered to himself
+something which nobody could hear. The figure was that of a girl--a
+girl with wind-tossed hair who, with head thrown back, stopped a moment
+and looked full into the sunset.
+
+It was Miss Ethel Cartright of New York, Giusippe's beautiful lady of
+Venice!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+AMERICA ONCE MORE
+
+
+The voyage from Liverpool to Boston was thoroughly interesting to
+Giusippe. In the first place there was the wonder of the great blue
+sea--a sea so vast that the Italian boy, who had never before ventured
+beyond the canals of the Adriatic, was bewildered when day after day
+the giant ship plowed onward and still, despite her speed, failed to
+reach the land. Sunlight flooded the water, twilight settled into
+darkness, and yet on every hand tossed that mighty expanse of waves.
+Would a haven ever be reached, the lad asked himself; and how, amid
+that pathless ocean, could the captain be so sure that eventually he
+would make the port for which he was aiming? It was all wonderful.
+
+Fortunately the crossing was a smooth one, and accordingly every moment
+of the voyage was a delight. What happy days our travelers passed
+together! Miss Cartright was the jolliest of companions. She dressed
+dolls for Jean--dressed them in such gowns as never were seen, dainty
+French little frocks which converted the plainest china creature into a
+wee Parisian; she read aloud; she told stories; she played games.
+Hannah surrendered unconditionally when, one morning after they had
+been comparing notes on housekeeping, the fact leaked out that Miss
+Cartright's mother had been a New Englander. That was enough!
+
+"She has had the proper sort of bringing up," remarked Hannah, with a
+sigh of satisfaction. "She knows exactly how to pack away blankets and
+how to clean house as it should be done. She is a very unusual young
+woman!"
+
+Coming from Hannah such praise was phenomenal.
+
+Mr. Cabot seemed to think, too, that Miss Cartright possessed many
+virtues.
+
+At any rate he enjoyed talking with her, and every evening when the
+full moon touched with iridescent beauty the wide, pulsing sea he would
+tuck the girl into her steamer chair and the two would stay up on deck
+until the clear golden ball of light had climbed high into the heaven.
+
+So passed the voyage.
+
+Then as America came nearer Giusippe witnessed all the strange sights
+that heralded the approach to the new continent; he saw the lights
+dotting the coast; he watched steamers which were outward bound for the
+old world he had left behind; he strained his eyes to catch, through a
+telescope, the murky outlines of the land.
+
+"Here is still another use to which glass is put, Giusippe," said Mr.
+Cabot indicating with a gesture the red flash-light of a beacon far
+against the horizon. "Without the powerful reflectors, lenses, and
+prisms which are in use in our lighthouses many a vessel would be
+wrecked. For not only must a lighthouse have a strong light; it must
+also have a means of throwing that light out, and thereby increasing
+its effectiveness. Scientists have discovered just how to arrange
+prisms, lenses, and reflectors so the light will travel to the farthest
+possible distance. At Navasink, on the highlands south of New York
+harbor, stands the most powerful coast light in the United States. It
+equals about sixty million candle-power, and its beam can be seen
+seventy nautical miles away. The carrying of the light to such a
+tremendous distance is due to the strong reflectors employed in
+conjunction with the light itself. The largest lens, however, under
+control of the United States is on the headlands of the Hawaiian
+Islands. This is eight and three-quarters feet in diameter and is made
+from the most carefully polished glass. And by the way, among other
+uses that science makes of glass are telescopes, microscopes, and
+field-glasses, which are all constructed from flawlessly ground lenses.
+Often it takes a whole year, and sometimes even longer, to polish a
+large telescope lens. Without this magnifying agency we should have no
+astronomy, and fewer scientific discoveries than we now have. The
+glasses people wear all have to be ground and polished in much the same
+fashion; opera glasses, magic lanterns, and every contrivance for
+bringing distant objects nearer or making them larger are dependent for
+their power upon glass lenses."
+
+"Even when making glass I never dreamed it could be used for so many
+different purposes," answered Giusippe.
+
+"I wish we had counted up, as we went along, how many things it is used
+for," Jean put in.
+
+"We might have done so, only I am afraid you would have become very
+tired had we attempted it," laughed Uncle Bob. "In addition to optical
+glass there are still other branches of science that could not go on
+without glass in its various forms. Take, for instance, electricity. It
+would not be safe to employ this strange force without the protection
+of glass barriers to hedge in its dangerous current. Glass, as you
+probably know, is a non-conductor of electricity, and whenever we wish
+to confine its power and prevent it from doing harm we place a layer of
+glass between it and the thing to be protected. The glass checks the
+progress of the current. In all chemical laboratories, too, no end of
+glass test-tubes, thermometers, and crucibles are in demand for
+furthering research work. Science would be greatly hampered in its
+usefulness had it not recourse to glass in its manifold forms."
+
+"What a wonderful material it is!" ejaculated Jean. "I never shall see
+anything made of glass again without thinking of all it does for us."
+
+"Be grateful, too, Jean, to the men who have discovered how to use it,"
+replied Mr. Cabot gravely. "Certainly our mariners many a time owe
+their safety to just such warning beacons as the one ahead. We must ask
+the captain what light that is. Just think--to-morrow morning we shall
+wake up in Boston harbor and be at home again."
+
+A hush fell on the party.
+
+"I shall be dreadfully sorry to have Miss Cartright leave us and go to
+New York; sha'n't you, Uncle Bob?" said Jean at last, slipping her hand
+into that of the older woman who stood beside her. "Wouldn't it be
+nice, Miss Cartright, if you lived in Boston? Then I'd see you all the
+time--at least I would when I wasn't in Pittsburgh, and then Uncle Bob
+could see you, and that would be almost as good."
+
+"Almost," echoed Uncle Bob.
+
+"But you are coming to New York to see me some time, Jean dear," the
+girl said with her eyes far on the horizon. "You know your uncle has
+promised that when you go to Pittsburgh both you and Giusippe are to
+stop and visit me for a few days."
+
+"Yes, I have not forgotten; it will be lovely, too," replied Jean.
+"Still that is not like having you live where you can dress dolls all
+the time. Why don't you move to Boston? I am sure you would like it. We
+have the loveliest squirrels on the Common!"
+
+Everybody laughed.
+
+"I have been trying to tell Miss Cartright what a very nice place
+Boston is to live in," added Mr. Cabot softly.
+
+"Well, we all will keep on telling her, and then maybe she'll be
+convinced," Jean declared.
+
+So they parted for the night.
+
+With the morning came the bustle and confusion of landing. Much of
+Uncle Bob's time was taken up with the inspection of trunks, and with
+helping Giusippe sign papers and answer the questions necessary for his
+admission to the United States. Then came the parting. They bade a
+hurried good-bye to Miss Cartright, whom Uncle Bob was to put aboard
+the New York train, and into a cab bundled Hannah, Giusippe, and Jean,
+in which equipage, almost smothered in luggage, they were rolled off to
+Beacon Hill.
+
+Nothing could exceed Giusippe's interest in these first glimpses of the
+new country to which he had come. For the next few weeks he went about
+as if in a trance, struggling to adjust himself to life in an American
+city. How different it was from his beloved Venice! How sharp the
+September days with their early frost! How he missed the golden warmth
+of the sunny Adriatic and the familiar sights of home! During his
+journey through France and England the constant change of travel had
+carried with it sufficient excitement to keep him from being homesick;
+but now that he was settled for a time in Boston he got his first taste
+of what life in the United States was to be like. Not that he was
+disappointed; it was only that he felt such a stranger to all about
+him. The automobiles, subways, elevated roads, all confused his brain,
+and the dusty streets made his throat smart with dryness.
+
+Daily, however, he became more and more accustomed to his surroundings,
+and when at last he ventured out alone and discovered that he could
+find his way back again his courage rose. Then he began going on
+errands for Hannah, and was proud and glad to be of use. He accompanied
+Uncle Bob to his office and arrived home alone in safety. Gradually the
+strangeness of his new home wore away. Every novel sight he beheld,
+every custom which was surprising to him, everything that he did not
+understand he asked a score of questions about. It was _why_, _why_,
+_why_, from morning until night. His questions, fortunately, were
+intelligent ones, and as he remembered with accuracy the answers given
+him and applied the knowledge thus gained to future conditions he made
+amazing headway in becoming Americanized. He got books and read them;
+he visited the churches, Library, and Art Museum. And when he saw how
+much of its beauty the New World had borrowed from the Old he no longer
+felt cut off from his Italian home.
+
+Uncle Bob, in the meantime, had been forced to plunge so deeply into
+business that he had had little opportunity to aid his protege in these
+explorations. But one Saturday noon he came home and announced that he
+was to treat himself to a half holiday.
+
+"I am not going back to the office to-day," he declared. "Instead I
+intend to carry off you two young persons and show you something very
+beautiful, the like of which you will see nowhere else in all the
+world."
+
+"What is it?" cried Jean and Giusippe.
+
+"Oh, I'm not telling. Just you be ready directly after luncheon to go
+with me to Cambridge."
+
+"Cambridge! Oh, I know. It is the University, Mr. Cabot. It is
+Harvard!" exclaimed Giusippe, very proud of his knowledge.
+
+"Not quite," Mr. Cabot said, shaking his head, "although, being a
+Harvard man, I naturally feel that the equal of my Alma Mater cannot be
+found elsewhere. But you are on the right track. It is something which
+is out at Harvard. Guess again."
+
+"I don't know," confessed Giusippe.
+
+"Well, you may be excused because you have not been in this country
+long enough to be acquainted with all its marvels. But Jean should
+know. Where are you, young lady? You at least should be able to tell
+what treasures America possesses."
+
+"I am afraid I can't."
+
+"Then we must excuse you also; you are so young. I see plainly that we
+must appeal to Hannah. She who is ever extolling Boston can of course
+tell us what it is that Harvard University possesses which is
+unsurpassed in any other part of the world."
+
+Hannah looked chagrined.
+
+"You do not know?" went on Uncle Bob teasingly. "Oh, for shame! And you
+such an ardent Bostonian! Well, so far as I can see there is nothing
+for it but for me to take you all three to Cambridge as fast as ever we
+can get there. Such ignorance is deplorable."
+
+You may be very sure that during the ride out from the city every means
+was employed to get Uncle Bob to tell what particular wonder he was to
+display. At last, driven to desperation by Jean's persistent questions,
+he answered:
+
+"I will tell you just one fact. The things we are going to see are made
+of glass."
+
+"Glass! But we have already seen everything that ever could be made
+from glass, Uncle Bob," cried Jean in dismay.
+
+"No, we haven't."
+
+"Is it stained glass windows?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Mosaics?"
+
+"No."
+
+"A telescope?"
+
+"No."
+
+"What is it, Uncle Bob?"
+
+"Never you mind. You would never guess if you guessed a lifetime. You
+better give it up," was Mr. Cabot's smiling answer.
+
+Cambridge was soon reached, and after a walk through the College Yard
+that Giusippe might have a peep at Holworthy, where Uncle Bob had spent
+his student days, the sightseers entered a quiet old brick building and
+were led by Mr. Cabot into a room where stood case after case of
+blooming flowers. There were garden blossoms of every variety, wild
+flowers, tropical plants, all fresh and green as if growing. And yet
+they were not growing; instead they lay singly or in clusters, each
+bloom as perfect as if just cut from the stalk.
+
+"How beautiful! Oh, Uncle Bob, it is like a big greenhouse!" exclaimed
+Jean.
+
+"This is what I brought you to see."
+
+"But you said we were coming to see something made of glass," objected
+Giusippe.
+
+"You did say so, Uncle Bob."
+
+"Behold, even as I said!"
+
+"Bu-u-t, these flowers are not glass. What do you mean?"
+
+"On the contrary, my unbelieving friends, glass is precisely what they
+are made of. Every blossom, every leaf, every bud, every seed here is
+the work of an expert glass-maker."
+
+Mr. Cabot watched their faces, enjoying their incredulity.
+
+"_Glass_!"
+
+"Even so. Shall I tell you about it?"
+
+"Yes! Yes!"
+
+"This collection of flowers is called the Ware Collection, the name
+being bestowed out of compliment to Mrs. and Miss Ware, who generously
+donated much of the money for which to pay for it. Sometimes, too, it
+is known as the Blaschka Collection of Glass Flower Models, for the
+making was done by Leopold Blaschka and his son Rudolph, both of whom
+were Bohemians. It happened that several years ago Harvard University
+wished to equip its Botanical Department with flower specimens which
+might be used for study by the students. The question at once arose how
+this was to be done. Real flowers would of course fade, and wax flowers
+would melt or break. What could be used? There seemed to be no such
+thing as imperishable flowers."
+
+Mr. Cabot paused a moment while the others waited expectantly.
+
+"There were, however, in the Zooelogical Department some wonderfully
+accurate glass models of animals made by a Bohemian scientist named
+Blaschka, who was a rather remarkable combination of scholar and
+glass-maker. Accordingly when it became necessary to have fadeless
+flowers one of the professors wondered if this same Bohemian could not
+reproduce them. So he set out for Blaschka's home at Hosterwirtz, near
+Dresden, to see."
+
+"Did he have to go way to Germany to find out?"
+
+"Yes, because in the first place he did not know that Blaschka could
+make flowers at all; and if he could he was not certain that he could
+make them perfectly enough to render them satisfactory for such a
+purpose. So he traveled to Germany and found the house where lived the
+famous glass-maker; and it was while waiting alone in the parlor that
+he saw on a shelf a vase containing what seemed to be a very beautiful
+fresh orchid."
+
+"It was made of glass!" Jean declared, leaping at the truth.
+
+"Yes; and it was so perfect that the Harvard professor could hardly
+believe his eyes. At that moment the scientist entered. He confessed
+that he had made the flower for his wife; indeed, he had made many
+glass orchids--one collection of some sixty varieties which had been
+ordered by Prince Camille de Rohan, but which had later been destroyed
+when the Natural History Museum at Liege had been burned. Since then,
+Blaschka explained, he had given all his attention to making models of
+animals. He said that his son Rudolph helped him, and that they two
+alone knew how the work was done. It was their knowledge of zooelogy and
+of botany added to their skill at glass-making which enabled them to
+turn out such correct copies of real objects."
+
+"Of course the Harvard professor was delighted," Jean ventured.
+
+"Indeed he was! Before he left he won a promise from Blaschka and his
+son to send to Cambridge a few flowers to serve as specimens of what
+they could do. Now you may fancy the rage of the Harvard authorities
+when on the arrival of the cases of flowers they found that almost all
+of them had been broken to bits in the New York Custom House. There
+was, however, enough left of the consignment to give to the Cambridge
+professors the assurance that the two Bohemians were well equal to the
+task demanded of them. Those who saw the shattered blossoms were most
+enthusiastic, and Mrs. Ware and her daughter told the authorities to
+order a limited number as a gift to the University. This second lot
+came safely and were so beautiful that Harvard at once arranged that
+the two Blaschkas send over to America all the flowers they could make
+for the next ten years."
+
+"My!"
+
+"Yes, that seems a great many, doesn't it?" Mr. Cabot assented, nodding
+to Jean. "But after all, it was not so tremendous as it sounds. You see
+Harvard needed a copy of every American flower, plant, and fruit. The
+making of them would take a great deal of time. Of course unless the
+collection was complete it would be of little use to students. So the
+Blaschkas began their work, and for a few years averaged a hundred sets
+of flowers a year. Then the father died and Rudolph was left to finish
+the work alone. You remember I told you that in true mediaeval fashion
+they had kept the secret of their art to themselves; as a consequence
+there now was no one to aid the son in his undertaking. Twice he came
+to our country to get copies of flowers from which to work, toiling
+bravely on in order to finish the task his father had begun. He said he
+considered it a sort of monument or memorial to the elder man's genius.
+There you have the story," concluded Mr. Cabot. "No other such
+collection exists anywhere else in the world. Even with a microscope it
+is impossible to distinguish between the real flower and the glass
+copy."
+
+"How were they made?" Giusippe demanded. "Was the glass blown?"
+
+"No; the flowers were modeled. That is all I can tell you. The brittle
+glass was in some way made plastic so it could be shaped by hand or by
+instruments. Some of the coloring was put on while the material was
+hot; some while it was cooling; and some after it was cold. It all
+depended upon the result desired. But one thing is evident--the
+Blaschkas worked very quickly and with marvelous scientific accuracy."
+
+"It is simply wonderful," said Giusippe. "Even at Murano there is
+nothing to equal this."
+
+"I thought you, who knew so much of glass-making, would appreciate what
+such a collection represents in knowledge, toil, and skill. Furthermore
+it is beautiful, and for that reason alone is well worth seeing,"
+answered Mr. Cabot.
+
+"It is wonderful!" repeated the Italian lad.
+
+All the way home the young Venetian was peculiarly silent. His national
+pride had received a blow. Bohemia had surpassed Venice at its own
+trade, the art of glass-making!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+JEAN THREATENS TO STEAL GIUSIPPE'S TRADE
+
+
+It was the next morning while Mr. Cabot and Giusippe were still
+discussing the Blaschka glass flowers that the Italian lad remarked:
+
+"I have wondered and wondered ever since we went out to Harvard how
+those fragile flower models were annealed without breaking. It must
+have been very difficult."
+
+"What is annealing?" inquired Jean, holding at arm's length a doll's
+hat and straightening a feather at one side of it.
+
+"Annealing? Why, the gradual cooling of the glass after it has been
+heated."
+
+"What do they heat it for?"
+
+"Don't you know how glass is made?" Giusippe asked in surprise.
+
+Jean shook her head.
+
+"No. How should I?"
+
+"Why--but I thought every one knew that!"
+
+"I don't see why. How could a girl know about the work you men do
+unless you take the trouble to tell her?" Jean dimpled. "All through
+Europe you and Uncle Bob have talked glass, glass, glass--nothing but
+glass, and as you both seemed to understand what you were talking about
+I did not like to interrupt and ask questions; but I had no more idea
+than the man in the moon what you meant sometimes."
+
+"Do you mean to say you know nothing at all about the process of
+glass-making, Jean?" asked Mr. Cabot.
+
+"Not a thing."
+
+"Well, well, well! You have been a very patient little lady, that is
+all I can say. Giusippe and I have been both rude and remiss, haven't
+we, Giusippe? I thought of course you understood; and yet it is not at
+all strange that you did not. As you say, how could you? Why didn't you
+ask us, dear?"
+
+"Oh, I didn't like to. I hate to seem stupid and be a bother."
+
+"You are neither of those things, dear child. Is she, Giusippe?"
+
+"I should say not."
+
+"Well then, if it is all the same to you, I do wish somebody would tell
+me whether glass is dug up out of the earth or is made of things mixed
+together like a pudding," said Jean.
+
+Both Giusippe and Uncle Bob laughed.
+
+"The pudding idea is the nearer correct. Glass is made from ingredients
+which are mixed together, boiled, baked, and set away to cool. Isn't
+that about it, Giusippe?"
+
+Giusippe nodded.
+
+"I think the best remedy we can administer to this young lady, as well
+as the most fitting penance for our own discourtesy to her, is to
+escort her through a glass factory and let her, with her own eyes,
+behold the process. What do you say, Giusippe?"
+
+"A capital idea, senor. Then I, too, should have the chance to visit an
+American factory and compare the process you use here with our Italian
+method. I should like it above everything else."
+
+"That is precisely what we will do then," declared Mr. Cabot. "On my
+first leisure day we will go, and in the meantime I will hunt up the
+location of the most satisfactory and nearest glass works."
+
+Not more than a week passed before Uncle Bob fulfilled his promise.
+
+"Make yourselves ready, oh ye glass-makers," said he one morning at
+breakfast. "I find after telephoning to the office that I am not needed
+to-day; therefore, the moment we have swallowed these estimable griddle
+cakes of Hannah's we will hie us forth to instruct Jean in the art of
+manufacturing vases, bottles, tumblers and the various sorts of
+glassware."
+
+The two young people greeted the suggestion with pleasure.
+
+"Can you really get away to-day, Uncle Bob?" cried Jean. "What fun
+we'll have!"
+
+"I think it will be fun. We must, however, make Giusippe captain of the
+expedition for he is the one who really knows glass-making from
+beginning to end, and can answer all our questions."
+
+"I think I might in Murano," returned the Venetian modestly, "but that
+is no sign that I can do it here; your process may differ from the one
+we use at home."
+
+"Oh, I do not believe so--at least, not in essentials," Mr. Cabot
+answered.
+
+So they started out, and before they had proceeded any distance at all
+they got into a spirited debate over the tiny lights of glass set in
+the top of the electric car. The panes were of ground glass dotted with
+an all-over pattern of small stars which had been left transparent.
+
+"How did they make the stars on that glass?" was Jean's innocent
+question. "Did they scratch off the thick surface and leave the design
+of clear glass?"
+
+"No indeed," Mr. Cabot replied. "On the contrary they started with the
+stars and then made the background cloudy."
+
+"But I don't see how they could."
+
+"Do you, Giusippe?"
+
+"I am afraid not, senor."
+
+"Good! At last there is one fact about glass-making that I can impart
+to you. This sort of glass is known as sand-blast glass, and the art of
+making it, they say, chanced to be discovered near the seashore. It was
+found that when the strong winds rose and blew the sand against glass
+window-panes of the houses the small particles, being sharp, cut into
+the glass surface, and before long wore it to a cloudy white through
+which it was impossible to see out. Often the glass fronts of
+lighthouses were injured in this way and the lights dimmed. Finally
+some man came along who said: 'See here! Why not turn this grinding
+effect of the sand to some purpose? Why not apply it to transparent
+glass and make it frosted so one can get light but not see through it?
+Often such glass would be a convenience.' Therefore this inventor set
+his brain to the task. Strong currents or streams of sand were directed
+against a clear glass surface with such force that they cut and ground
+it until it was no longer transparent. They called the product thus
+made sand-blast glass. Later they improved upon it by laying a stencil
+over it so that a desired design was covered and remained protected
+from the sand blast. The result was a pattern such as you see--clear
+figures set in a background of clouded glass."
+
+"How interesting!"
+
+"Yes, isn't it? As is true of so many other of our most clever
+inventions nature first showed man the path. Ground glass in its
+modified forms is used for many purposes now; and yet I venture to say
+few persons know how it came to be discovered."
+
+Just at this point the car stopped with a sudden jerk, and beckoning
+Jean and Giusippe to follow, Mr. Cabot got out and entered a large
+brick building that stood close at hand. Evidently he was expected, for
+a man came forward to greet him.
+
+"Mr. Cabot?" he asked.
+
+"Yes. I received your note this morning, so I brought my young charges
+out at once. It is very good of you to allow us to go through the
+factory."
+
+"We are always glad to see visitors. I will put you in the hands of one
+of our foremen who will take you about and tell you everything you may
+want to know."
+
+He touched a bell.
+
+"Show Mr. Cabot and his friends down-stairs," said he to the boy who
+answered his call, "and introduce them to Mr. Wyman. Tell him he is to
+conduct them over the works."
+
+Mr. Wyman welcomed them cordially.
+
+"We see many visitors here, sir," said he, "and are always glad to have
+them come. Although glass-making is an old story to us scarce a day
+passes that some one does not visit us to whom the process is entirely
+new; and it certainly is interesting if a person has never seen it.
+Suppose we begin at the very beginning. In this bin, or trough, you
+will see the mixture or batch of which the glass is made. It is
+composed of red lead and the finest of white beach sand. The lead is
+what gives the inside of the trough its vermilion color. The sand comes
+from abroad, and before it can be used it must be sifted and sifted
+through a series of closely woven cloths until it is smooth and fine as
+powder. Before we put the mixture into the melting pots we heat it to a
+given temperature so that it will be less likely to chill the clay pots
+and break them."
+
+"Do you really make glass by melting up that stuff?" asked Jean
+incredulously.
+
+The man smiled.
+
+"But isn't it all red?"
+
+"The red comes out in the melting. We have to be very careful, however,
+in weighing out the ingredients, for much of our success depends on the
+accurate proportions of the materials combined in the batch. Of course
+the chemical composition differs some for different sorts of glass. It
+all depends on what kind of glass is to be made. Then too the
+conditions of the furnaces vary at times, the draughts being better at
+some seasons than at others. We take a test or proof of every fresh
+melt, and you would be surprised to see how little these differ.
+Careful mixing of the raw materials is the first important item of
+successful glass-making; the second is the fusion by heat of the
+materials."
+
+"The batch is next melted, Jean," explained Giusippe, as they followed
+Mr. Wyman into the great brick-paved room where the furnaces were.
+
+Here indeed was a picturesque scene. Numberless men were hurrying
+hither and thither, some whirling in the air glowing masses of molten
+glass; others standing before the furnace doors gathering balls of it
+on the end of long iron blow-pipes which were from six to nine feet in
+length. Everybody was scurrying. As soon as a ball of red-hot glass had
+been collected on the end of a blow-pipe it was rushed off to the
+blower before it cooled. In and out of the throng of moving workmen
+young boys, or carriers, swung along bearing to the annealing ovens on
+charred wooden trays or forks newly completed vases or pitchers.
+
+Jean glanced about, fascinated by the bustling crowd.
+
+"Here are the furnaces," the foreman said. "Each one has twelve
+openings and is built with a low dome to keep in the heat. The flues or
+chimneys are in the sides of the furnace. Within, and just beneath the
+openings or working-holes, stand the great clay pots of molten batch.
+These pots are made for us from New Jersey clay; formerly we used to
+make them ourselves, but it was a great deal of trouble, and we now
+find it simpler to buy them. They vary in cost from thirty to
+seventy-five dollars, according to their size."
+
+"And they are liable to break the first time they are used," whispered
+Giusippe in a jesting undertone.
+
+Mr. Wyman caught his words.
+
+"Ah, you know something of glass-making then, my young man?"
+
+"A little."
+
+"The pots are, as you say, a great lottery. Sometimes one will be in
+constant use three months or longer, and do good service; on the other
+hand a pot may break the first time using and let all the melt into the
+furnace. Then we have a lively time, I can tell you, ladling it out,
+and taking care in the meantime that none of the other pots are upset."
+
+Giusippe nodded appreciatively.
+
+Many a day just such a catastrophe had occurred when he had been
+working; vividly he recalled how all the men had been forced to come to
+the rescue.
+
+"Are the pots filled to the top with batch?" asked Mr. Cabot.
+
+"Yes, we charge them pretty solid; but the raw material loses bulk in
+melting, so they have to be filled in as the melt settles. At the end
+of ten or twelve hours we have a refilling or _topping out_, as we
+call it; usually this is enough. The first fill must become fluid and
+its gases must escape before any more material is added; we also have
+to be sure when we put the pots in the furnace that the temperature is
+high enough to melt the batch immediately, or the glass will go bad."
+
+"What do you use for fuel?"
+
+"Crude oil. In the West they can get natural gas, and there they often
+melt the batch in tanks instead of pots. But we find crude oil quite
+satisfactory. You can readily understand that we cannot burn any fuel
+that gives off a waste product such as coal dust or cinders, because if
+we did such matter would get into the melt and speck the glass, causing
+it to be imperfect. Much of the work done by the earliest glass-makers
+was specked in this way, and in fact the genuineness of old glass is
+sometimes determined from these very imperfections."
+
+"I see," Mr. Cabot nodded.
+
+"After the melt is in a fluid state it throws to the top, provided the
+heat is sufficient, many impurities such as bubbles and scum. These
+are, of course, skimmed off--a process called plaining. Afterward the
+hot material has to be cooled before it can be worked, and reduced
+from fluid to a thicker consistency. This we call _standing off_ or
+_fining_."
+
+"How long does it take to melt the batch and get it ready to use?"
+
+"About three days. We run a relay of furnaces--three of them--and plan
+so that a melt will be ready to be worked every other day; in that way
+we keep plenty of usable material on hand."
+
+"And then?"
+
+"Then we are ready to go ahead and blow it. We make nothing but the
+better grades of blown glass here; that is, no window glass or cheap
+pressed ware. Of course there are some patterns, such as fluted designs
+and their like, which cannot be entirely fashioned by the blower;
+therefore these are first blown as nearly the required size as possible
+and are then made into the desired form by shutting them inside iron
+moulds and squeezing them into the proper shape. You shall see it done
+later on."
+
+He now led them up to where a gatherer stood at one of the
+working-holes of the furnace.
+
+"This man," explained Mr. Wyman, "is collecting on his blow-pipe enough
+glass to make a pitcher. He uses his judgment as to the amount
+necessary, but so often has he estimated it that he seldom gets either
+too much or too little. He will next carry it to the blower, who will
+blow it into a long, pear-shaped cylinder the size he wants the pitcher
+to be."
+
+They followed, and with much interest watched a great Swede fill his
+lungs and blow into the smaller end of the iron pipe with all his
+strength; immediately the ball of soft, red-hot glass began to take
+form. With incredible speed the blower flattened its base upon a marver
+or table topped with sheet iron. A short iron rod or pontil was next
+fastened to the middle of the bottom of the pitcher in order that the
+blower might hold it, and after this had been done the blow-pipe was
+detached. The glass-maker sat in a sort of backless chair which had
+long, flat, metal-covered arms at either side, and as he worked he
+rolled the rod with its plastic material back and forth along one of
+these iron arms to shape it. He then took his shears and, making an
+incision at the middle of the back of the jug, he began to cut the top
+into the shape he wanted it, depending entirely on his eye for the
+outline. Then quick as a flash he seized a bit of round metal not
+unlike a beet in shape and, pressing it inside the soft glass, made the
+depression for the nose. All this was done in much less time than it
+takes to tell it. A small boy, or carrier, now bobbed up at just the
+proper moment and taking the pitcher on his wooden fork carried it off
+to a small furnace where it was reheated at the opening or "glory
+hole." This little furnace, Mr. Wyman said, was used only for the
+purpose of softening glass objects which became chilled in the modeling
+and began to be hard and less pliable. As soon as the boy brought the
+pitcher back another lad, as if calculating by magic the precise moment
+at which to appear, approached with a small mass of molten glass at the
+end of his gathering-iron. This he stuck firmly against the pitcher at
+the correct spot to form the base of the handle; the modeler snipped
+off with his shears as much of the soft glass as he thought necessary,
+turned it up, and in the twinkling of an eye fastened the upper end of
+the handle in place. Then he surveyed his handiwork an instant to make
+sure that it was symmetrical, straightened it just a shade with his
+battledore of charred wood, and passed it over to the carrier, who bore
+it off to be baked.
+
+"Why do they use so much charred wood for the shaping?" inquired Jean.
+
+"Metal things are liable to mark the glass, leaving upon it a print,
+scratch, or other imperfection; charred wood, when worn down, is
+absolutely smooth and cannot mar the material."
+
+"Oh, yes, I see. And where have they taken the pitcher now?"
+
+"We will follow it," replied the foreman.
+
+Escorting them across the room he showed them a low oven or kiln. The
+door of it was open, and inside they could see all sorts of glassware
+which had just been finished.
+
+"Here is where your pitcher will remain for the next three days," said
+he. "We build a fire, put the completed glass in the oven, and leave it
+there until the fire goes out and the oven gradually cools; we call the
+process annealing. It prevents the glass from breaking when exposed to
+friction or to the atmosphere. Glass is very brittle, and extremely
+sensitive to heat and cold. If it were not annealed it would not be
+strong, and would snap to pieces the moment it came in contact with the
+outer air. Now it is very difficult to anneal glass, the trouble being
+that all hollow ware is one temperature on the inside and another on
+the outside. Hence, when heated, the inside takes longer to cool. Any
+current of cold air that strikes it will fracture it. So, as you can
+readily see, an annealing kiln or oven must be arranged in such a way
+that it will allow the two surfaces to cool simultaneously."
+
+"I think I understand," answered Jean. "And you say these things must
+stay in the kiln about three days?"
+
+"Yes, the kiln takes about that time. It is a slow process, because we
+have practically no way of regulating its heat. A lehr does the work
+much quicker. Over here you will see one. It is a long arch or oven
+open at both ends. The glassware travels in iron pans along a moving
+surface from the hot oven, or receiving end, to the cool, or
+discharging end. The temperature of the lehr can be scientifically
+tested and regulated, and this is very necessary, because the heavy
+glass intended for cutting can stand a greater heat than can ordinary
+hollow ware such as vials and table glass. We regulate the oven
+according to what we are annealing in it. It does not take so long to
+anneal glass in a lehr as in a kiln, and therefore in many factories
+only lehrs are used. If you will come around to the cool end you can
+see some of the finished pieces being taken out. Each object is made by
+a certain set or gang of workmen--a shop, we call it. The work of each
+shop when taken from the lehr is put in a box by itself and is then
+counted up, and the men paid according to the number of perfect objects
+finished. It is piece work. For instance, one shop makes only pitchers,
+another wine-glasses, another vases, and so on. Every group has its
+specialty, and each workman in the team understands exactly what his
+part is in the whole. The common interest of turning out as many
+perfect pieces as possible spurs each man to work as rapidly, well, and
+helpfully as he can."
+
+"Just like a football squad, Uncle Bob," laughed Jean.
+
+"Exactly," nodded Mr. Wyman. "After the finished glass is taken from
+the kiln or lehr it goes to the examining room, where girls dip it in
+clear water and hold it to the light to test it for imperfections; then
+it is sorted, packed, and shipped."
+
+"And vases, sugar-bowls, tumblers, and most of the hollow glassware is
+made in the same way?" inquired Mr. Cabot.
+
+"Yes, practically so. The general scheme is the same. As I told you,
+there are some difficult designs which must be squeezed into shape in
+moulds. These are of iron, and for the convenience of the blowers are
+set in holes in the floor. They are made in two parts joined by a
+hinge. The molten glass is blown to the approximate size and then a boy
+shuts it inside the mould and the blower blows into it until it has
+entirely filled out the mould in which it is confined. When released it
+is shaped to the form required."
+
+[Illustration: "IT IS SHAPED TO THE FORM REQUIRED"]
+
+"But doesn't it stick to the mould?"
+
+"Seldom. The moulds are painted over on the inside with a preparation
+which prevents the glass from sticking."
+
+"Do you cut any glass here?"
+
+"Oh, yes. Cut glass is made from the heavier crystal variety. The
+design is roughly outlined upon it in white and then the cutter places
+the part to be cut against an emery-wheel, which grinds out the grooves
+and figures and makes the pattern. Just above each cutter's revolving
+wheel is suspended a funnel of wet sand, and this drops at intervals
+upon the turning disc and cools it; otherwise it would become so hot
+from the friction that it could not be used. After the design has been
+cut on the emery-wheel all its rough edges are smoothed off on a stone
+of much finer grain. I can show you our glass cutters at work if you
+would care to see them."
+
+"Oh, do let's see them, Uncle Bob," begged Jean.
+
+"All right; but only for a few moments. We have already taken too much
+of Mr. Wyman's time, I fear. And besides, I must be back in town for
+luncheon," answered Mr. Cabot.
+
+Accordingly they went on into the next room, where Jean became so
+fascinated by the whirring wheels and the men whose steady hands guided
+them that it was with difficulty she could be persuaded to leave and
+start for home.
+
+"Do you think, little lady, that when you get back to Boston you can
+mix up some glass for us and bake it in Hannah's oven?" questioned
+Uncle Bob of her when they were at last in the car.
+
+"I am not sure," replied the girl with a bright smile. "But certainly I
+have a much clearer idea how to do it than I had before I went out to
+the factory. In future when you and Giusippe talk glass-making I can at
+least be a bit more intelligent. I think, too, I appreciate now how
+wonderful it was that the Egyptians, Persians, and Syrians discovered
+in those far-off days how to make glass. I am not at all sure,
+Giusippe, that when we go to Pittsburgh I shall not steal your trade
+and apply to Uncle Tom for a place in his factory."
+
+Mr. Cabot pinched her cheek playfully.
+
+"I guess you'd better stick to dressing dolls," he said.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+A REUNION
+
+
+At length all too soon for Uncle Bob and Hannah, and indeed far sooner
+than Jean and Giusippe had realized, October came, and the time for
+starting for Pittsburgh was at hand. To the young people their
+departure was not without its anticipations. Jean longed to see Beacon
+and Uncle Tom, and Giusippe burned with eagerness to take up the
+position his uncle had secured for him at Mr. Curtis's factory.
+
+"How odd it is, Giusippe," Jean mused one day, "that we each have an
+uncle waiting for us. And besides that you have an aunt, too, haven't
+you? I wish I had. I'd love to have an aunt! As it is I have only
+Beacon."
+
+"Maybe you'll have one some day," was Giusippe's vaguely consoling
+answer. "But anyway I shouldn't think you would care much. You have
+Miss Cartright, and she is almost as good as an aunt."
+
+"I suppose she is something like one," admitted Jean, "only, you see,
+she doesn't live where I do, so I can't see her very often. Of course
+she has sent me nice letters since she got home to New York and
+sometimes she writes Uncle Bob, too; but it isn't really like seeing
+her. When I think that the day after to-morrow she is to meet us in New
+York it seems too good to be true. Won't it be fun? I love Miss
+Cartright! Do you suppose she looks just the same as she did when she
+was with us on the steamer?"
+
+"I suppose so. Your uncle said she did when he saw her in New York."
+
+"I know it. He has had lots of chances to see her because he has been
+over there so many times on business trips. I wish we had. But we shall
+see her now, anyway. Oh, I am so glad!" Jean whirled enthusiastically
+round the room. "I think we are to have a pretty nice visit in New York
+if we do all the things Uncle Bob is planning to. He says he is going
+to take us to the studio of one of his friends and show us how stained
+glass windows are made. I shall like to see that, sha'n't you?"
+
+So the boy and girl chattered on little dreaming, in the delight of the
+pleasures in store for them, how lonely at heart were Mr. Cabot and
+poor Hannah.
+
+"If it wasn't that Jean is coming back in the spring I should be
+completely inconsolable," lamented Hannah. "I cannot bear to part with
+the child. But she will surely be back again, won't she, Mr. Bob? There
+won't be any other plan made? You'll certainly insist that Mr. Curtis
+send her home to us in May, won't you?"
+
+"There, there, Hannah, dry your eyes. Of course Jean will be back. I
+have no more mind to lose her than you have. No one knows how I love
+that child! I'd no more let her leave my home than I would cut off my
+right hand," was Mr. Cabot's vehement reply.
+
+"The boy is a splendid fellow, too," Hannah went on. "He has the
+makings of a fine man, Mr. Bob."
+
+"Yes. Giusippe is a very unusual lad. As time goes on I am more and
+more convinced that we made no mistake in bringing him to America. I am
+sure that we are adding a good citizen to the country. I have a feeling
+that Mr. Curtis will be much interested in him."
+
+"I wish he'd be sufficiently interested to adopt him and send Jean home
+to us," suggested Hannah, smoothing out the edge of an apron she was
+hemming.
+
+"I am afraid such a scheme as that would be too good to be true,"
+laughed Mr. Cabot. "If, however, he helps place Giusippe in a fine
+business position I shall be satisfied. That is all I shall ask."
+
+Nevertheless, brave as Uncle Bob tried to be, he was very solemn the
+morning he saw the trunks brought down-stairs and strapped on the back
+of the waiting cab.
+
+"Cheer up, Hannah!" he called from the sidewalk. "Why, bless my soul,
+if you're not crying! Come, come, this will never do! May will be here
+before you know it, and the child will be back again. She is only going
+on a visit--remember that. Her home is here. Say good-bye to Hannah,
+you young scamps. She somehow seems to have the notion you are never to
+return. Tell her she is not to get off so easily. Before many moons she
+will find you two in the pantry raiding the cookie jar just as you
+robbed it yesterday--you bandits!"
+
+And so with a gaiety he did not feel Mr. Cabot hustled his charges into
+the carriage and slammed the door.
+
+The trip to New York was a blur of new impressions and the city itself,
+when they reached it, another blur--a confusion of madly rushing
+throngs; giant sky-scrapers; racing taxicabs; and clanging bells. To
+the children it seemed a maelstrom of horror. Their one thought was to
+get safely out of the crowd, have something to eat, and go to bed. But
+with the morning light New York took on quite a different aspect. It
+proved to be not such a bad place after all. The solitary fact that it
+harbored Miss Cartright was quite enough to redeem it in their eyes.
+Then there was so much to see which was new and strange! Directly after
+breakfast Uncle Bob took them out for a stroll and after a walk in the
+brisk air he led them into Tiffany's.
+
+"While we have time and are right here I want to show you one of the
+most wonderful glass products of America," said he. "It is called
+Favril glass and is made at Coronna, Long Island. Just how, I do not
+know. The process is a secret one. You remember, don't you, the
+marvelous iridescent colors of the ancient Egyptian glass we saw in the
+British Museum? And you recall how exquisite was the turquoise glaze on
+some of the old pieces? Well, the Tiffany people have tried to imitate
+that, and so well have they succeeded that they have received many
+medals in recognition of their skill. Museums all over the world from
+Tokio to Christiania have purchased collections of the glass that it
+may be exhibited and enjoyed by young and old. I am going to show you
+some of it now."
+
+Up in an elevator they sped, and alighting at one of the upper floors
+Uncle Bob led the way into a room rich with silken hangings and rare
+oriental rugs; all about this room were vases, plates, lamp-shades, and
+ornaments of beautiful hues. There were great golden glass bowls
+glinting with elusive lights of violet, blue, and yellow; there were
+vases opalescent with burning flecks of orange and copper; there were
+green glass plates and globes which shaded into tones of blue as
+delicate as mother-of-pearl.
+
+"Oh!" sighed Jean rapturously, "I never saw anything so lovely! Look at
+these plates, Uncle Bob, do look at them. How ever did they get the
+color? It is like a sunset."
+
+"The Tiffanys, like Blaschka the flower modeler, are not telling the
+world how they get their results. Rest assured, however, many and many
+hours must have been spent in experiments before such artistic products
+could be obtained."
+
+"Think of the struggles with color and with firing," Giusippe murmured.
+
+"And the pieces that must have been spoiled!" put in Jean.
+
+"But think of the triumph of at last taking from the lehrs such gems as
+these! The results which air, soil, and age have by chance produced in
+the ancient Egyptian and Graeco-Syrian glass the Tiffanys have created
+in a modern ware. It is a great achievement, and a royal contribution
+to the art of the world."
+
+The children would have been glad to linger for a much longer time in
+the vast shop had not the chime of a clock warned them that the noon
+hour, when they were to meet Miss Cartright, was approaching. She had
+promised to lunch with them all at the Holland House.
+
+Yes, she looked just the same, "only prettier," Jean whispered to
+Giusippe. Certainly there was an added glow of beauty on her cheek and
+a new sweetness in her smile. How glad she was to see them! And how
+glad, glad, glad they were to see her. Miraculously from somewhere
+Uncle Bob produced a great bunch of violets which she fastened in her
+gown and then amid a confusion of merry chatter and laughter they went
+in to luncheon.
+
+It was indeed a royal luncheon!
+
+Uncle Bob seemed inclined to order everything on the menu, and it was
+not until Miss Cartright protested that not only the young people but
+she herself would be ill, that he was to be stayed. And what a joke it
+was when the waiter bent down and asked her if both her son and
+daughter would take some of the hot chocolate!
+
+Oh, it was a jolly luncheon!
+
+And after it was finished and they all had declared that not until next
+Thanksgiving could they think of eating anything more, off they shot in
+a taxicab to the studio of Uncle Bob's friend, Mr. Norcross, who had
+promised over the telephone to show them the window he was making for a
+church in Chicago.
+
+They found the studio at the top of one of New York's high buildings,
+and it was flooded with light from the west and south; on one side of
+the room was an open space large enough to allow an immense stained
+glass window to be set up.
+
+Mr. Norcross, who was an old college friend of Uncle Bob's, greeted
+them cordially and when Miss Cartright remarked on the airiness of his
+workshop he answered:
+
+"Yes, I have plenty of air up here; of course I enjoy it, too. But air,
+after all, is not the important factor which I consider. My stock in
+trade is light. Without it I could do nothing. Through the medium of
+strong sunlight I must test my work, for stained glass is beautiful
+chiefly as the light plays through it. It is not a tapestry nor a
+picture--it is primarily a window. Its colors must be rich in the light
+but not glaring; and its design must be so thoughtfully executed that
+the telling figures will stand forth when there is a strong sunset, for
+instance, behind them."
+
+"Of course, then, you must take care that the colors you use do not
+prove too powerful and overshadow your central figures," said Miss
+Cartright.
+
+"Ah, you paint?"
+
+"Yes, but not as I want to," was the wistful answer. "I do portraits.
+So I can readily see that your problem is a unique, and far more
+difficult one than mine. I have only a changeless color scheme to
+consider, while your colors shift with every cloud that passes across
+the sky."
+
+Mr. Norcross nodded with pleasure at her instant appreciation of his
+difficulties.
+
+"Have you ever seen stained glass in the making?" he asked.
+
+She shook her head.
+
+"Neither have any of the rest of us, Norcross," put in Mr. Cabot. "That
+is what we came for. I have been toting these two youthful friends of
+mine all over the world and together we have investigated almost every
+known form of glass, from the Naples Vase down to an American lamp
+chimney."
+
+Mr. Norcross smiled.
+
+"So you see," Uncle Bob went on, "I wanted them to witness this phase
+of glass-making."
+
+"They certainly shall. How did you chance to be so interested in the
+making of glass?" inquired the artist, turning to Giusippe.
+
+"I am a Venetian, senor. For over six generations my people have been
+at Murano."
+
+"Oh, then, what wonder! And that accounts for your own personal color
+scheme."
+
+The artist let his eyes dwell upon the Italian's face intently: then
+glanced at Miss Cartright.
+
+"I did a portrait of Giusippe," she responded quietly, "when I was in
+Venice a few years ago. He did not look so much like an American then."
+
+"Modern clothing certainly does take the picturesqueness out of some of
+us," answered Mr. Cabot.
+
+In the meantime Giusippe had wandered off to the distant side of the
+studio and now stood before a large glass panel calling excitedly:
+
+"Is this the window you are making, senor? How beautiful! The violet
+light behind the woman's head, and that yellow glow on her hair--it is
+wonderful! And her white drapery against the background of green!"
+
+Mr. Norcross came to his side, flushing with gratification.
+
+"The mellow tones playing on her hair were hard to get. I spent a lot
+of time working at them. It isn't easy to get the results one wants
+when making stained glass."
+
+"What did you do first, Mr. Norcross, when you began the window?" asked
+Jean timidly.
+
+"I will show you every step I have taken in doing it if you would like
+to follow the process. In the first place I went to Chicago and studied
+the light and the setting which it was to have. Then I made this small
+water-color design and submitted it for approval to the persons who
+were ordering the window. The drawing accepted, I set about making a
+full-sized cartoon which I sketched in with charcoal on this heavy
+paper; the black lines represent the leading and the horizontal
+stay-bars necessary to hold the glass in place. After that I sliced up
+my cartoon into a multitude of small pieces from which the glass could
+be cut and the lead lines decided upon. All this done I went to work
+planning my color scheme--thinking out what dominating colors I would
+use and where I would place my high lights."
+
+"And then you were ready for your glass?" inquired Mr. Cabot.
+
+"Yes. Now selecting the glass is not alone a matter of color; it is
+also a problem of thickness. Sometimes a variation in tone can be
+obtained merely by using a bit of heavier glass in some one spot. Again
+the effect must be obtained by the use of paint."
+
+"What kind of glass do you use, Mr. Norcross?" Giusippe questioned.
+
+"What we call bottle, or Norman, glass. We get it from England, and
+strangely enough there is a heavy duty on it in its raw state. One can
+import a whole window free of duty because it is listed as an art work;
+but the glass out of which an art work is to be constructed costs a
+very high price. Odd, isn't it? As soon as I reach the point of using
+glass I arrange it on a large plate glass easel, using wax in the
+spaces where the lead is to go. Then I experiment and experiment with
+my colors. You probably know that in making modern stained glass a
+great deal of paint is used in order to get shading and degrees of
+color. It was toward the end of the thirteenth century that the old
+glass-makers began to introduce the use of paint into their windows.
+First came the grisaille glass, as it was called, where instead of
+strong reds and blues most of the window was in white painted with
+scroll work in which a few bits of brilliant stained glass were set
+like jewels. Then with the fourteenth century came those elaborate
+painted canopies and borders within which were the main figures of the
+window in stained glass. From that time on the combination of stained
+and painted glass was used. Accordingly we all work by that method now.
+So, as I say, I paint in my glass and afterward it has to be fired, all
+the small pieces being laid out on heavy sheets of steel covered with
+plaster of paris."
+
+"Do your colors always come out as you mean to have them?" inquired
+Giusippe, his eyes on the artist's face.
+
+Mr. Norcross shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"You know, don't you, how the firing often changes the tone, and how
+you frequently get a color you neither intended nor desired. That is
+one of the tribulations of stained glass making. Another is when the
+cutters must trim down the glass and put the lead in place. You may not
+realize that there are three widths of lead from which to select; it is
+not always easy to choose for every part of the design the thickness
+which will look the best. For instance, sometimes the leading will be
+too strong and overwhelm the picture; again it will be too weak and
+render the window characterless."
+
+"It must be a fascinating puzzle to work out," mused Miss Cartright.
+
+"Yes; but it is also a great test of the patience."
+
+"Were the old glass windows made in this same way, do you suppose?"
+asked Jean after a pause.
+
+"I presume the old glass-makers worked along the same general plan,
+although they may not have followed exactly the present-day methods;
+certain it is, however, that they knew all the many tricks or devices
+for getting color effects--knew them far better than we do now. And
+they put endless time and thought into their work, no artist feeling it
+beneath his dignity to follow the humblest detail of his conception. He
+watched over his art-child until it got to be full-grown. This is the
+only way to get fine results. For, you see, there is no set rule for a
+glass designer to apply. Each window presents a fresh problem in the
+management of light and color. There is no branch of art more elusive
+or more difficult than this. I must be able to construct a window which
+will be satisfactory as a flat piece of decoration; it must be
+sufficiently interesting to give pleasure even when it stands in a dim
+light. Then presto--the sun moves round, and my window is transformed!
+And in the flood of light that passes through it I must still be able
+to find it beautiful."
+
+"I think that I should like to learn to make stained glass," declared
+Giusippe, who had become so absorbed that he had moved close beside Mr.
+Norcross.
+
+"Would you?"
+
+The artist smiled down kindly at him. "In your country you have many a
+fine example of glass. France, too, is rich in rose windows which are
+the despair of our modern craftsmen. But we glass-makers are working
+hard and earnestly, and who knows but in time we may give to the world
+such glass as is at Rheims, Tours, Amiens, and Chartres."
+
+"What sort of paint do you use?" asked Mr. Cabot as he took up a brush
+and idly examined it in his fingers.
+
+"A kind of opaque enamel containing fusible material which is melted by
+heat and thereafter adheres to the surface of the glass. It must,
+however, be used carefully, as it possesses so much body that too much
+of it will obscure the light--the thing a stained glass window should
+never do. We should have many more successful windows if the people
+making them would only bear in mind that a window is not a picture, and
+should not be treated as one. For my part, I make my window a window. I
+join the pieces of glass frankly together, not trying to conceal the
+lead that holds them. I cannot say that I get the results either with
+colors or lights that I want to get; but I am trying, with the old
+masters as my ideal."
+
+"Certainly you are a long way on the road if you can turn out a window
+as beautiful as this one promises to be. None of us reaches the ideal,
+Mr. Norcross, but in the past is the inspiration that what man has done
+man can do. Perhaps not now, but in the future," Miss Cartright said
+softly.
+
+"I wish I might try stained glass making," Giusippe said again.
+
+"Perhaps some time you will, my boy," answered Mr. Norcross, "and
+perhaps, too, your generation may succeed where mine has failed, and
+give to the world another Renaissance. Remember, all the great deeds
+haven't been done yet."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+TWO UNCLES AND A NEW HOME
+
+
+Uncle Tom Curtis arrived in New York toward the end of the children's
+visit, good-byes were said to Miss Cartright and to Uncle Bob, and
+within the space of a day Jean and Giusippe were amid new surroundings.
+Here was quite a different type of city from Boston--a city with many
+beautiful buildings, fine residences, and a swarm of great factories
+which belched black smoke up into the blue of the sky. Here, too, were
+Giusippe's aunt and uncle with a hearty welcome for him; and here,
+furthermore, was the new position which the boy had so eagerly craved
+in the glass works. The place given Giusippe, however, did not prove to
+be the one his uncle had secured for him after all; for during the
+journey from New York Uncle Tom Curtis had had an opportunity to study
+the young Italian, and the result of this better acquaintance turned
+out to be exactly what Uncle Bob Cabot had predicted; Uncle Tom became
+tremendously interested in the Venetian, and before they arrived at
+Pittsburgh had decided to put him in quite a different part of the
+works from that which he had at first intended.
+
+"Your nephew has splendid stuff in him," explained Mr. Curtis to
+Giusippe's uncle. "I mean to start him further up the ladder than most
+of the boys who come here. We will give him every chance to rise and
+we'll see what use he makes of the opportunity. He is a very
+interesting lad."
+
+Accordingly, while Jean struggled with French, algebra, drawing,
+history, and literature at the new school in which Uncle Tom had
+entered her and while she and Fraeulein Decker had many a combat with
+German, Giusippe began wrestling with the problems of plate glass
+making.
+
+The factory was an immense one, covering a vast area in the
+manufacturing district of the city; it was a long way from the
+residential section where Jean lived, and as the boy and girl had
+become great chums they at first missed each other very much. Soon,
+however, the rush of work filled in the gaps of loneliness. Each was
+far too busy to lament the other, and since Uncle Tom invented all
+sorts of attractive plans whereby they could be together on Saturday
+afternoons and Sundays the weeks flew swiftly along. There were motor
+trips, visits to the museums and churches of the city, and long walks
+with Beacon wriggling to escape from the leash which reined him in.
+
+Uncle Tom's home was much more formal than Uncle Bob's. It stood, one
+of a row of tall gray stone houses, fronting a broad avenue on which
+there was a great deal of driving. It had a large library and a still
+larger dining-room in which Jean playfully protested she knew she
+should get lost. But stately as the dwelling was it was not so big and
+formidable after all if once you got upstairs; on the second floor were
+Uncle Tom's rooms and a dainty little bedroom, study, and bath for
+Jean. On the floor above a room was set apart for Giusippe, so that he
+might stay at the house whenever he chose. Saturday nights and Sundays
+he always spent at Uncle Tom's; the rest of the time he lived with his
+uncle and aunt.
+
+To Giusippe it was good to be once more with his kin and talk in his
+native language; and yet such a transformation had a few months in the
+United States made in him that he found that he was less and less
+anxious to remain an Italian and more and more eager to become an
+American. His uncle, who had made but a poor success of life in Venice,
+and who had secured in his foster country prosperity and happiness,
+declared there was no land like it. He missed, it is true, the warm,
+rich beauty of his birthplace beyond the seas, and many a time talked
+of it to his wife and Giusippe; but the lure of the great throbbing
+American city gripped him with its fascination. It presented endless
+opportunity--the chance to learn, to possess, to win out.
+
+"If you have brains and use them, if you are not afraid of hard work,
+there is no limit to what a man may do and become over here," he told
+Giusippe. "That is why I like it, and why I never shall go back to
+Italy. Just you jump in, youngster, and don't you worry but you'll
+bring up somewhere in the end."
+
+There was no need to urge a lad of Giusippe's make-up to "jump in"; on
+the contrary it might, perhaps, have been wiser advice to caution him
+not to take his new work too hard. He toiled early and late, never
+sparing himself, never thinking of fatigue. Physically he was a rugged
+boy, and to this power was linked the determination to make good.
+Before he had been a month in the glass house he was recognized by all
+the men as one who would make of each task merely a stepping-stone to
+something higher. His uncle was congratulated right and left on having
+such a nephew, and very proud indeed he was of Giusippe.
+
+In the meantime Uncle Tom Curtis, although apparently busy with more
+important matters, kept his eyes and ears open. Frequent reports
+concerning his protege reached him in his far-away office at the other
+end of the works. Indeed the boy would have been not a little surprised
+had he known how very well informed about his progress the head of the
+firm really was. But Uncle Tom never said much. He did, however, write
+Uncle Bob that to bring home a penniless Italian as a souvenir of
+Venice was not such a crazy scheme after all as he had at first
+supposed it. From Uncle Tom this was rare praise, a complete
+vindication, in fact. Uncle Bob chuckled over the letter and showed it
+to Hannah, who rubbed her hands and declared things were working out
+nicely.
+
+"Some day, Giusippe," remarked Uncle Tom one evening after dinner, when
+together with the young people he was sitting within the crimson glow
+of the library lamp, "I propose you take Jean through the works. It is
+ridiculous that a niece of mine should acquaint herself with the
+history of the glass of all the past ages and never go through her own
+uncle's factory. What do you say, missy? Would you like to go?"
+
+"Of course, Uncle Tom, I'd love to. I wrote Uncle Bob only the other
+day that I wanted dreadfully to see how plate glass was made and hoped
+some time you'd take me. I didn't like to ask you for fear you were too
+busy."
+
+"I have been a little rushed, I'll admit. We business men," he slapped
+Giusippe on the shoulder, "live in a good deal of a whirl--eh,
+Giusippe?"
+
+"I know you do, sir."
+
+"And you? You have nothing to do, I suppose. It chances that I have
+heard to the contrary, my lad. You've put in some mighty good work
+since you came here, and I am much gratified by the spirit you've
+shown."
+
+Giusippe glowed. It was not a common thing for Mr. Curtis to commend.
+
+"I didn't know, sir, that you----"
+
+"Knew what you were doing? Didn't any one ever tell you that I have a
+search-light and a telescope in my office?" Uncle Tom laughed. "Oh, I
+keep track of things even if I do seem to be otherwise occupied. So
+look out for yourself! Beware! My eyes may be upon you almost any
+time."
+
+"I am not afraid, sir," smiled the boy.
+
+"And you have no cause to be, either, my lad," was Uncle Tom's serious
+rejoinder. "Now you and Jean fix up some date to see the works. Why not
+to-morrow? It is Saturday, and she will not be at school."
+
+"But I work Saturday mornings, Mr. Curtis."
+
+"Can't somebody else do your work for you?"
+
+"I have never asked that."
+
+"Well, I will. We'll arrange it. Let us say to-morrow then. Take Jean
+and explain things to her. You can do it, can't you?"
+
+"I think so. Most of the process I understand now, and if there is
+anything that I need help about I can ask."
+
+"That's right. Just go ahead and complete the girl's education in
+glass-making so she can write her Boston uncle that she is now
+qualified to superintend any glass works that may require her
+oversight."
+
+Jean laughed merrily.
+
+"I am afraid I should be rather a poor superintendent, Uncle Tom," said
+she. "There seems to be such a lot to know about glass."
+
+"There is," agreed Mr. Curtis. "Sometimes I feel as if about everything
+in the world was made of it. Of course you've seen the ink erasers made
+of a cluster of fine glass fibres. Oh, yes; they have them. And the
+aigrettes made in the same way and used in ladies' bonnets. Then there
+are those beautiful brocades having fine threads of spun glass woven
+into them in place of gold and silver; it was a Toledo firm, by the
+way, that presented to the Infanta Eulalie of Spain a dress of satin
+and glass woven together. To-day came an order from California for
+glass to serve yet another purpose; you could never guess what. The
+people out there want some of our heaviest polished plate to make the
+bottoms of boats."
+
+"Of boats!"
+
+"Boats," repeated Uncle Tom, nodding.
+
+"But--but why make a glass-bottomed boat?"
+
+"Well, in California, Florida, and many other warm climates boats with
+bottoms of glass are much in use. Sightseers go out to where the water
+is clear and by looking down through the transparent bottom of the boat
+they can see, as they go along, the wonderful plant and animal life of
+the ocean. Such reptiles, such fish, such seaweeds as there are! I have
+heard that it is as interesting as moving pictures, and quite as
+thrilling, too."
+
+"I'd like to do it," said Giusippe.
+
+"I shouldn't," declared Jean with a shudder. "I hate things that
+writhe, and squirm, and wriggle. Imagine being so near those hideous
+creatures! Why, if I once should see them I should never dare to go in
+bathing again. I'd rather not know what's in the sea."
+
+"There is something in that, little lady," Uncle Tom answered, slipping
+one of his big hands over the two tiny ones in the girl's lap.
+"Giusippe and I will keep the sea monsters out of your path, then; and
+the land monsters, too, if we can. Now it is time you children got to
+bed, for to-morrow you must make an early start. You'd better telephone
+your aunt or uncle that you are going to stay here to-night, Giusippe.
+If you do not work to-morrow you will not need to get to the factory
+until Jean and I do; it will be much simpler for you to remain here and
+go down with us in the car. I'll call up your boss and explain matters.
+Good-night, both of you. Now scamper! I want to read my paper."
+
+                     *        *        *        *
+
+The next morning the Curtis family was promptly astir, and after
+breakfast Uncle Tom with his two charges rolled off to the factory in
+the big red limousine.
+
+"Your superintendent says you are welcome to the morning off,
+Giusippe," Mr. Curtis remarked as they sped along. "But he did have the
+grace to say he should miss you. Now it seems to me that if you are to
+give Jean a clear idea of what we do at the works you better begin with
+the sheet glass department. That will interest her, I am sure; later
+you can show her where you yourself work."
+
+The car pulled up at Mr. Curtis's office, and they all got out.
+
+"Good-bye! Good luck to you," he called as the boy and girl started
+off.
+
+Jean waved her hand.
+
+"We will be back here and ready to go home with you, Uncle Tom, at one
+o'clock," she called over her shoulder.
+
+"We won't be late, sir."
+
+"See that you're not. I shall be hungry and shall not want to wait. I
+guess you'll have an appetite, too, by that time."
+
+"Is sheet glass blown, Giusippe?" inquired Jean, as they went across
+the yard. "I hate to ask stupid questions, but you see I do not know
+anything about it."
+
+"That isn't a stupid question. Quite the contrary. Yes, sheet glass is
+blown. You shall see it done, too."
+
+"But I do not understand how they can get it flattened out, if they
+blow it."
+
+"You will."
+
+The boy led the way through a low arched door.
+
+Before the furnaces within the great room a number of glass-blowers
+were at work. They stood upon wooden stagings, each one of which was
+built over a well or pit in the floor, and was just opposite an opening
+in the furnace.
+
+"Each of these men has a work-hole of the furnace to himself, so that
+he may heat his material any time he needs to do so. The staging gives
+him room to swing his heavy mass of glass as he blows it, and the pit
+in the floor, which is about ten feet deep, furnishes space for the big
+cylinder to run out, or grow longer, as he blows. The gathering for
+sheet glass is done much as was that for the smaller pieces. The
+gatherer collects a lump on his pipe, cools it a little, and collects
+more until he has enough. He then rests it on one of those wooden
+blocks such as you see over there; the block is hollowed out so to let
+the blower expand the glass to the diameter he wants it."
+
+"But I should think the block would burn when the hot glass is forced
+inside it."
+
+"It would if it were not first sprinkled with water. Sometimes hollow
+metal blocks are used instead. In that case water passes through to
+keep them cool, and they are dusted over with charcoal to keep them
+from sticking, and from scratching the glass. After a sufficiently
+large mass of glass has been gathered and reheated to a workable
+condition the blower begins his task. First he swings the great red-hot
+lump about so that it will get longer. His aim is to make a long
+cylinder and into it he must blow constantly in order to keep it full
+of air. Watch that man now at work. See how deft he is, and how strong.
+The even thickness of the glass, and the uniformity of its size, depend
+entirely upon his skill. If he finds the cylinder running out too fast,
+or in other words getting too long, he shifts it up over his head,
+always taking care, however, to keep it upright."
+
+Jean watched.
+
+How rapidly the man worked with the great mass on his blow-pipe! Now he
+blew it far down into the pit beneath, where it hung like a mighty,
+elongated soap-bubble; now he swung it to and fro; now lifted it above
+his head. And all the time he was blowing into it blasts of air from
+his powerful lungs.
+
+"The cylinder doesn't seem to get any bigger round," observed Jean at
+last.
+
+"No. Its diameter was fixed at the beginning by the wooden block. That
+settles its size once and for all; it is the length and thickness of
+the cylinder which are governed by the blower. Do you realize how
+strong a man has to be to wield such a weight as that lump of metal? It
+is no easy matter. Luckily he can suspend it against that wooden rest
+if he gets too tired. In England they use a sort of iron frame called
+an _Iron Man_ to relieve the blower of the weight of the glass and
+the device was also used at one time in Belgium; but the Belgian
+workmen gradually did away with it."
+
+For a long time the two children stood there fascinated by the skill of
+the blowers.
+
+"Suppose we go on now and see the rest of the process," suggested
+Giusippe, a little unwillingly. "I could watch these men all day, but
+we have much to do, and if we do not hurry we shall not get through."
+
+The next step in the work was opening out the cylinders, and this was
+done in two ways. The end of those made of thinner glass was put into
+the furnace while at the same time air was forced inside through the
+blow-pipe. As a result the air expanded by the heat of the fire, and
+burst open the cylinder at its hottest or weakest end. By placing this
+opening downward it was widened to the diameter necessary. The
+cylinders of thicker glass were opened by fastening to one end a lump
+of hot metal, thereby weakening them at this point. When the air was
+forced in by the blower it burst open the mass and the break thus made
+was enlarged by cutting it round with the scissors.
+
+"Now come on, Jean, and see them flatten it out," said Giusippe.
+
+Upon a wooden rest or chevalet the cylinder was now laid and detached
+from the pipe by placing a bit of cold steel against the part of the
+glass that still clung to the blow-pipe. At once the neck of the glass,
+which was hot, contracted at the touch of the cold metal and broke away
+from the pipe. The small end was then taken off by winding round it a
+thread of hot glass, and afterward applying cold iron or steel at any
+point the thread had covered.
+
+"The cylinder is now finished at top and bottom and is ready to be
+split up the side," said Giusippe. "This they do with a rule and a
+diamond point mounted in a long handle. The diamond point is drawn
+along the inside of the cylinder and opens it out flat. If there are
+any imperfections in the glass the cutter plans to have them come as
+near the edge of this opening as possible so there will be little
+waste."
+
+Jean nodded.
+
+"Now, as you will see, the glass is ready for the flattener. First he
+warms it in the flue of his furnace and then, using his croppie or
+iron, he puts it on the flattening-stone; if you look carefully you
+will see that the top of this stone is covered with a large sheet of
+glass. In the heat of the furnace the cylinder with the split uppermost
+soon opens out and falls back in a wavy mass. See?"
+
+Jean watched intently as the great roll of glass unfolded and spread
+into billows. The moment it was fairly open the flattener took his
+polissoir, a rod of iron with a block of wood at one end, and began
+smoothing out the uneven sheet of glass into a flat surface. At times
+he had to rub it with all his strength to straighten it. This done the
+flattening-stone was moved on wheels to a cooler part of the furnace
+and the sheet of glass upon it was transferred to a cooling-stone. When
+stiff enough it was taken off and placed either flat or on edge in a
+rack with other sheets.
+
+So the process went on.
+
+Cylinder after cylinder was blown, opened up, flattened, and annealed.
+So quickly did the single sheets of glass cool that it was not much
+more than half an hour from the time they entered the flattening kiln
+before they came out thoroughly annealed. They were then carried to the
+warehouse for inspection and the especially fine ones were selected to
+be polished into patent glass. The sheets were rated as bests, seconds,
+thirds, and fourths, and their average size was 48 x 34 or 36 inches,
+although the foreman said that sometimes sheets as large as 82 x 42 or
+75 x 50 had been made. These, however, were exceedingly difficult to
+handle, as they were in constant danger of being broken. The mass of
+glass was also very heavy for the blower to wield.
+
+"The great advantage of sheet glass over crown glass is that it can be
+made in large pieces. Of course it is not as brilliant as crown, but it
+is much more useful," added the workman.
+
+"What is crown glass?" whispered Jean to Giusippe.
+
+"It is a variety of glass manufactured by another process," was the
+reply. "We do not make it here. Do you remember the bull's eye glass
+windows we saw in England? Well, each of those bull's eyes came from
+the center of a sheet of crown glass just where a lump of hot glass was
+attached so the blower could whirl or spin it from the middle and make
+it into a flat disc. But, as you can readily understand, a sheet of
+glass with this mark or defect right in the center will never cut to
+advantage, and therefore only comparatively small pieces can be got out
+of it; there is much waste. Yet, as the man says, it has a wonderfully
+brilliant surface. Now I am not going to let you stay here any longer
+or we shall not have time to see the part of the factory where I am
+working. I'm in the plate glass department, and I intend to drag you
+off to the casting hall this very moment."
+
+Jean laughed.
+
+"Before you go, though, you must understand that plate glass is quite a
+different thing from these others. It is not blown at all. Instead the
+melt is poured out on an iron table just as molasses candy is turned
+out of a pan to cool. You'll see how it is done."
+
+They crossed the yard and entered another part of the works; Giusippe
+gave the foreman a word of greeting as they went in.
+
+On each side of the great room were the annealing ovens, and down the
+center of the hall on a track moved a casting table which rolled along
+on wheels. The pots of molten glass or metal were first taken from the
+furnaces and carried on trucks to this casting table. Here they were
+lifted by a crane, suspended above the table, and then tilted over, and
+the glass poured out.
+
+[Illustration: "THE MELT IS POURED OUT ON AN IRON TABLE"]
+
+"For all the world like a pan of fudge!" declared Jean.
+
+Giusippe laughed.
+
+"I guess you would find it the stickiest, heaviest fudge you ever tried
+to manage," said he.
+
+The instant the mass of soft metal was on the table a roller of
+cast-iron was passed very swiftly back and forth over it, spreading it
+to uniform thickness, and at the same time flattening it.
+
+"The thickness of the glass is gauged by the strips of iron on which
+the roller moves," explained Giusippe to Jean. "These can be adjusted
+to any thickness. Notice how rapidly the men have to work. The glass
+must be finished while it is hot, or there will be flaws in it. It is a
+rushing job, I can tell you."
+
+"But--but you don't call this stuff plate glass, do you?" inquired the
+girl in dismay. "It does not look like it--at least not like any I ever
+saw used as shop windows or for mirrors."
+
+"Oh, it is not done yet. But it is what we call rough plate. That's the
+kind that is used where light and not transparency is needed. You often
+see it in office doors or in skylights of buildings. To get the
+beautiful polished plate glass that you are talking about this rough
+plate must be polished over and over again. But before it can be
+polished it must first be annealed as rough plate. It goes into the
+annealing ovens right from this table and comes out all irregular--full
+of pits and imperfections. No matter how flat the casting table is, or
+how much care is taken, the surface of the glass after annealing is
+always bad. If it is to be made into polished plate it must be ground
+down first with sand and water; then ground smoother still with a
+coarse kind of emery stone and water; next ground again with water and
+powdered emery stone. After that comes the smoothing process done with
+a finer sort of emery and water. Last of all the sheet is bedded, as we
+call it, and each side is polished with rouge, or red oxide, between
+moving pads of felt."
+
+"Goodness!" ejaculated Jean. "Do you mean to say they have to go
+through all that with every sheet of plate glass?"
+
+"Every sheet of _polished_ plate," corrected Giusippe. "Rough plate
+does not need to be polished or ground down much. It is made merely for
+use and not for beauty. Sometimes to add strength, and help support the
+weight of large sheets, wire netting is embedded in them. Wired glass
+like this was the invention of an American named Schuman and it is used
+a great deal; the wire not only relieves the weight of the glass but
+serves the double purpose of holding the pieces should any break off
+and start to fall. Often, too, insurance companies specify that it
+shall be used as a matter of fire protection."
+
+"But I should think if plate glass--I mean polished plate," Jean
+hurriedly corrected her error, "has to be ground down so much there
+wouldn't be anything left of it. It must come out dreadfully thin."
+
+"The casters have to consider that and allow for it," answered the
+Italian. "They expect part of the glass will have to be ground away, so
+they cast it thicker in the first place. A large, perfect sheet of
+polished plate is quite an achievement. From beginning to end it
+requires the greatest care, and if spoiled it is a big loss not only in
+actual labor but because of the amount of material required to make it.
+Even at the very last it may be injured in the warehouse either by
+scratching or breaking. It is there that it is cut in the size pieces
+desired."
+
+"How?"
+
+"With a rule and diamond point just such as is used for cutting sheet
+glass. The surface is scratched to give the line of fracture and then
+it is split evenly."
+
+"I should hate to have the responsibility of cutting or handling it
+when it is all done," Jean observed with a little shiver.
+
+"Well you might. Only men of the greatest skill and experience are
+allowed to touch the big, heavy sheets. The risk is too great. They
+turn only the best workmen into the plate glass department."
+
+"But you work here, don't you, Giusippe?"
+
+"I? Oh, I--I'm just learning," was the boy's modest reply.
+
+"You seem to have learned pretty well," said a voice at his elbow.
+
+Turning the lad was astonished to find Mr. Curtis standing just behind
+him.
+
+"I must own up to being an eavesdropper," laughed the older man. "I
+couldn't resist knowing whether you were instructing Jean as she should
+be instructed, Giusippe. Don't worry. I have no fault to find. I
+couldn't have explained it better myself. You shall have your diploma
+on plate glass making any time you want it."
+
+Then as the superintendent advanced to speak to him, Mr. Curtis added:
+
+"You had given your pupil a good bringing up, Mr. Hines. He does you
+credit."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+JEAN'S TELEGRAM AND WHAT IT SAID
+
+
+The winter in Pittsburgh passed rapidly. For Jean it was a happy year
+despite much hard work at school, German lessons with Fraeulein, and
+long hours of piano practising. It seemed as if the scales and finger
+exercises were endless and sometimes the girl wondered which had the
+more miserable fate--she who was forced to drum the same old things
+over and over, or poor Uncle Tom who had to listen when she was doing
+it. And yet as she looked back over her busy days she realized that she
+neither studied nor practised all the time. No, there was many a good
+time interspersed in her routine. For example, there was the
+Shakespeare play at the school, a performance of "As You Like It," in
+which Jean herself took the part of "Rosalind." This was an excitement
+indeed! Uncle Tom became so interested that he got out his book and
+spent several evenings coaching the leading lady, as he called the
+girl; one night he even went so far as to impersonate "Orlando," and he
+and Jean gave a dress rehearsal in the library, greatly to Giusippe's
+delight and amusement. This set them all to reading Shakespeare aloud,
+and going to a number of presentations of the dramas then being given
+in the city. To the young people all this was new and wonderful, for up
+to the present they had been little to the theater.
+
+In the meantime Giusippe was also having his struggles. It was a
+rushing season at the factory, there being many large orders to fill;
+the mill hummed night and day and in consequence the scores of
+glass-makers looked happy and prosperous. No one was out of employment
+or on half pay, and none of the workmen dreaded Christmas because there
+was nothing to put in the kiddies' stockings.
+
+With Christmas came Uncle Bob and oh, what a holiday there was then!
+Was ever a Christmas tree so beautiful, or a Christmas dinner so
+delicious? Giusippe brought his aunt and uncle to the great house, and
+in the evening there was a dance for Jean and some of her school
+friends. Uncle Bob, who was in the gayest of spirits, danced with all
+the girls; introduced everybody to everybody; and brought heaping
+plates of salad to the dancers. There seemed to be nothing he could not
+do from putting up Christmas greens to playing the piano until the
+belated musicians arrived. The party could never had been given without
+him, that was certain. It was a Christmas long to be remembered!
+
+And when he left the next morning it was with the understanding that
+Jean should return to Boston the first of May. Uncle Tom looked pretty
+grave when he was reminded that the days of his niece's stay with him
+were numbered; and it was amusing to hear him use the very arguments
+that Uncle Bob had voiced when Jean had left Boston for Pittsburgh
+months before.
+
+"It isn't as if the child was never coming back," he told Giusippe.
+"Her home is here; she is only going to Boston for her vacation. We
+should be selfish indeed to grudge her a few weeks at the seashore.
+Pittsburgh is rather warm in summer."
+
+Thus Uncle Tom consoled himself, and as the days flew past tried to put
+out of his mind the inevitable day of parting.
+
+Then came May and with it a very unexpected happening. Jean's trunk was
+packed, and she was all ready to leave for the East, when Uncle Tom was
+taken sick.
+
+"I doubt if it is anything but overwork and fatigue," said the doctor.
+"Mr. Curtis has, I find, been carrying a great deal of care this
+winter. It is good to do a rushing business, of course, but when one
+has to rush along with it the wear and tear on the nerves is pretty
+severe."
+
+"You don't think he will be ill long, do you?" questioned Jean
+anxiously.
+
+"I cannot tell. Such cases are uncertain. He just needs rest--to give
+up work for a while and stay at home. Recreation, diversion,
+amusement--that's what he wants. Read to him; motor with him; walk with
+him; keep him entertained. Things like that will do far more good than
+medicine."
+
+"But--but--I'm--I'm going away to-morrow for the rest of the summer,"
+stammered Jean.
+
+"Away? Humph! That's unfortunate."
+
+"Why, you don't really think I am any use here, do you? Enough use to
+remain, I mean," the girl inquired in surprise. "Uncle Tom doesn't--you
+don't mean that he _needs_ me; that I could do good by staying?"
+
+A flush overspread her face. That any one should need her! And most of
+all such a big strong man as Uncle Tom. The idea was unbelievable.
+Hitherto life had been a matter of what others should do for her. She
+had been a child with no obligations save to do as she was told. Her
+two uncles whom she loved so much had discussed her fate and decided
+between them what her course should be. Now, all at once, there was no
+pilot at the wheel. The directing of the ship fell to her guidance. In
+the space of those few moments, as if by a miracle, Jean Cabot ceased
+to be a child and became a woman.
+
+"Mr. Curtis is very fond of you, isn't he?" asked the physician. "He
+will miss you if you are not here, I am afraid. Who else is there in
+the house to be a companion for him?"
+
+"No one but Fraeulein, and of course she is getting older and is not
+very strong."
+
+"Unfortunate!" repeated the doctor.
+
+"It is not at all necessary for me to go to-morrow," Jean said quickly.
+"I can postpone it and stay here just as well as not, and I think it
+would be much better if I did." She spoke with deepening conviction.
+"I'll telegraph my uncle in Boston and explain to him that I cannot
+leave just now."
+
+What a deal of dignity stole into that single word "cannot."
+
+At last there was a duty to fulfil toward some one else--some one who
+really needed her. Jean repeated the amazing fact over and over to
+herself. She had a place to fill. She and Uncle Tom had reversed their
+obligations; he was now the weak one, she the strong.
+
+With a happy heart the girl went back up-stairs.
+
+Uncle Tom was lying very still in bed, his face turned away from the
+door; but he heard her light step and put out his hand.
+
+"My little girl," he whispered.
+
+Jean slipped her soft palm into his.
+
+"Did I wake you?"
+
+"No, dear. I was not asleep. I cannot sleep these days. Last night I
+heard the clock strike almost every hour. It has been so right along. I
+cannot recall when I have had a full night's rest. No sooner do I go to
+bed than my mind travels like a whirlwind over everything I've done
+through the day. There is no peace, no stopping it."
+
+"We will stop it, dear. Don't worry, Uncle Tom. The doctor says you are
+just a little tired, and he is going to give you some medicine that
+will help you to feel better. Then you are to stay at home and rest for
+a while. To-morrow you shall have your breakfast in bed and later, when
+it is sunny and warm, I shall take you for a nice motor ride."
+
+"But--but you forget, girlie, that to-morrow you won't be here."
+
+"Oh, yes I shall. I'm going to stay. There is no law against my
+changing my mind and not going to Boston, is there?"
+
+Jean smiled down at him.
+
+"I've wired Uncle Bob that I am going to postpone my visit," she added.
+
+A light came into the man's eyes.
+
+"Did the doctor----?"
+
+"No, he didn't. I decided it myself. Do you suppose for a moment I'd
+leave you just when you are going to be here at home and have some time
+to entertain me? Indeed, no! Lately you've been so busy that you
+couldn't take me anywhere. Now you are to desert the office and be
+under my orders for a while. Oh, we'll do lots of nice things. We'll go
+off in the motor and see all sorts of places I've wanted to see; and
+we'll walk; and we'll read some of those books we have been trying to
+get time to read together. We shall have great fun."
+
+Mr. Curtis looked keenly at the girl for a few seconds.
+
+"Perhaps," he remarked at last, "it won't make much difference to Uncle
+Bob if you do postpone your visit for a week or two."
+
+"I am sure it won't."
+
+There was a deep sigh of satisfaction from the invalid.
+
+"I'm glad you've decided to stay, little girl. Somehow it would be
+about the last straw to have you leave now. I'd miss you in any case,
+of course; but if I have got to be home here and round the house it
+does not seem as if I could stand it to have you gone."
+
+"I wouldn't think of going and leaving you, dear. Put your mind at
+rest. I intend to stay right here until you are quite well again."
+
+She bent down and gently kissed her uncle's forehead.
+
+It seemed as if that kiss smoothed every wrinkle of worry from the
+man's brow.
+
+Quietly Jean tiptoed across the room and drew down the shade; then she
+dropped into a chair beside the bed and took up a book. For some time
+she sat very still, her eyes intent upon the page. Then at last she
+glanced up. Uncle Tom's head had fallen back on the pillows and for the
+first time in many days he slept.
+
+                     *        *        *        *
+
+So did Jean Cabot find her summer planned for her. Instead of joining
+Uncle Bob and enjoying months of bathing and sailing on the North Shore
+she helped nurse Uncle Tom Curtis back to health. For the breakdown
+proved to be of much longer duration than any of them had foreseen. The
+exhausted system was slow in reacting and it was weeks before the
+turning point toward recovery was reached. During those tedious hours
+of waiting Jean was the sole person who could bring a smile to the sick
+man's face or rouse in him a shadow of interest in what was going on
+about him. "Her price was above rubies," the doctor said. She was
+better than sunshine or fresh air; she was, in fact, the only hope of
+bringing the invalid back to his normal self.
+
+And when those grim days passed and Uncle Tom began to be better, how
+he clung to the girl--clung to her with an affection which neither of
+them had felt before. It was the realization of his dependence that
+made Jean send to Uncle Bob that letter, the last lines of which read:
+
+    "I feel more strongly than I can tell you, dear Uncle Bob, that
+    for the present my place is here. Uncle Tom needs me and cannot do
+    without me. You have Hannah to help you keep house and you can get
+    on; but he has nobody but me. When he is quite strong again I will
+    come to Boston, but until I do I am sure you'll understand that
+    although I cannot be with you, I love you just the same.
+
+    "Jean."
+
+A reply came back by wire.
+
+"Goodness!" exclaimed Jean as she opened the long telegram. "I hope
+nothing is the matter. Uncle Bob never sends telegrams. He must have
+been reckless to spend his money on such a long message as this."
+
+    "You are doing just right. Stay as long as needed, but remember
+    Boston home waits whenever you wish to come. Hannah has proved
+    inadequate housekeeper. Have new one. Miss Cartright and I were
+    married in New York to-day.
+
+    "Uncle Bob."
+
+Jean's reading stopped with a jerk. She was speechless. So great was
+her joy, her surprise, that not a word would come to her tongue.
+
+Then Uncle Tom remarked dryly:
+
+"I guess your Uncle Bob was a bit reckless about the time he sent that
+wire. The only wonder is the telegram wasn't twice as long."
+
+Giusippe was the next to find his voice.
+
+"Well!" he ejaculated. "And we never even dreamed it! At last, Jean,
+you've got your wish. Your good fairy has given you an _aunt_!"
+
+"And such an aunt!" Jean added.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+JEAN AND GIUSIPPE EACH FIND A NICHE IN LIFE
+
+
+During Uncle Tom's illness and slow recovery Giusippe became the
+messenger between Mr. Curtis's residence and his office. It was,
+however, weeks before there was any link connecting the two. But as
+health returned there came to the invalid a gradual revival of interest
+in affairs at the glass works. Nevertheless the doctor was a cautious
+man and at first permitted only the slightest allusions to be made to
+business. Later, as strength increased, Mr. Curtis was allowed to look
+over at home mail, papers, and specifications and put his signature to
+a few important documents, and since Giusippe was almost constantly at
+the house what was more natural than that he should become the
+go-between? Mr. Curtis dropped into explaining to the boy from time to
+time many confidential matters and directing him as to what he wished
+done regarding them. The young Italian, as his employer soon found, was
+quick to grasp a situation and could be relied upon to fulfil
+instructions to the letter and without blundering. Such a person was of
+inestimable value during those days of convalescence.
+
+So it came about that Giusippe spent less and less of his time in his
+own department in the glass works and more and more in Mr. Curtis's
+private office. Before long, boy though he was, he had quite a complete
+comprehension of the older man's affairs and proved himself most useful
+to the head of the firm who was fighting his way back to health. It was
+so easy to say:
+
+"Regarding this letter, I wish, Giusippe, you would see that such and
+such a reply is sent. Look it over yourself before it goes out to be
+sure that the stenographer has correctly caught my idea."
+
+Or:
+
+"Go and tell Levin of the sheet glass department that I want these
+orders filled before any others are shipped. Attend to it yourself,
+and make certain he clearly understands."
+
+[Illustration: "I WANT THESE ORDERS FILLED"]
+
+To drop any portion of the detail of his mighty business upon younger
+shoulders, or in fact upon any shoulders at all was a thing which, but
+a short time before, Mr. Curtis would have considered impossible. But
+now, to his surprise, he found himself actually doing it to an amazing
+extent, and discovered that no calamity resulted in consequence. On the
+contrary it was a positive relief to have a bright, strong, eager boy
+lift a part of the burden which had become so heavy for the older man
+to bear alone. For Giusippe possessed that rare gift seldom found in
+the young and often lacking, even, in elder persons--he could hold his
+tongue. He never prattled of Mr. Curtis's affairs; never boasted of his
+knowledge of the innermost workings of the firm. He did as he was told,
+gave his opinion when asked, and kept whatever information was doled
+out to him entirely to himself.
+
+Hence it followed naturally that when Uncle Tom began going to the
+works for a few hours each day he took Giusippe with him, and when he
+came home left the boy to see carried out the instructions he gave.
+Slowly the office force began to defer to the youthful Italian.
+
+"Did Mr. Curtis say anything about this matter or that?"
+
+"Was such and such a price the one Mr. Curtis wished quoted?"
+
+Having discussed many of these very matters with his employer Giusippe
+was usually ready with an answer or he could get one. For it was he
+alone who was sure to receive a telephone reply from the Curtis
+residence; he was the only one who knew at just what time of day Mr.
+Curtis could be reached, and whether he was well enough that morning to
+be disturbed. Men desiring interviews with the head of the firm soon
+found themselves inquiring for Mr. Cicone and asking him if possible to
+arrange things so they could have a few words with Mr. Curtis. Giusippe
+was the recognized buffer, the go-between who guarded the capitalist
+from annoyance and intrusion of every sort.
+
+"You talk with this fellow, Giusippe," Mr. Curtis would often say.
+"Tell him--well, you know--get him out of the office. You can do it
+politely. Tell him I'll give him a hundred dollars toward his hospital,
+but keep him out of my way."
+
+Then Giusippe would laugh.
+
+He had begun to understand that the life of a rich man was no easy one.
+
+Scores of persons came to see Mr. Curtis: persons applying for business
+positions; persons begging money for various good causes; customers;
+salesmen; men wanting newspaper interviews. From morning until night
+the throng filed in and out of the office. Up to the present Mr. Curtis
+had been content to remain in the security of his inner domain and rely
+on his stenographer to fill many of the gaps. But with illness a change
+had come and it was to Giusippe that most of these duties fell.
+
+And yet, strangely enough, nothing had been further from the older
+man's original plan than to transform this foreign-born lad into his
+private secretary. But so it came about.
+
+"I seem to just need you all the time, Giusippe," he declared one day.
+"When you leave the house and return to your uncle's I am always
+discovering something I meant to ask you and having to send the car
+after you; and the moment you go back to your own job in the casting
+department, without fail some matter comes up and you have to be
+telephoned for. It is no use to try to get on without you. I need you
+all the time. I need you here at home and I need you at the office."
+
+Giusippe smiled.
+
+"I'm glad if I can be of help to you, sir."
+
+"You are of help; you are more than that--you are---- See here, what do
+you say to throwing up your position at the works and coming into my
+private office as my--well, as my general utility man? I've never had a
+secretary--I've never wanted one; and if I had I never before have seen
+the chap I'd trust with the job. But you are different. You're one of
+the family, to begin with. Moreover, you've proved that you can be
+trusted, and that you have some common sense. What would you take to
+move into your room up-stairs for good and all, and live here where I
+can get hold of you when I want you? Are you so wedded to your aunt and
+uncle or to your work in the factory that you would be unwilling to
+make the change?"
+
+A flush suffused the boy's face.
+
+"If you really think that I could do for you what you want done, Mr.
+Curtis----"
+
+"I don't think, I know!"
+
+"Then I'd like to come, sir."
+
+"That's right! It will be a weight off my mind. The doctor says that
+for some months I must still go easy. You can save both my time and my
+strength. I like you and I believe you like me; that is half the battle
+in working with any one. We will send to your uncle's for your trunk
+and whatever else you have."
+
+"There isn't much else but some books," answered Giusippe. "I have been
+buying a few from time to time as I could afford them."
+
+"Box them up and send them over. Send everything. This is to be your
+future home, you understand. And by the by, we'll give you that other
+room adjoining your bedroom. You will need a bit more space. I will
+have a desk and some book-shelves put in there."
+
+"Thank you, sir."
+
+"We'll call that settled, then. It is going to be very helpful to have
+you right here on the spot. It is the person who aims to be of service
+who is really valuable in the world. Look at Jean. In her way she has
+been doing the same thing that you have. When she found I was in a hole
+and needed her she gave up her vacation in the East without a murmur. I
+sha'n't forget it, either. Come in, missy. I'm talking about you."
+
+Jean, who had paused on the threshold of the room, entered smiling.
+
+"You caught me at just the right moment, little lady. I was slandering
+you," went on Mr. Curtis. "I was saying to Giusippe that I never again
+can get on without you two young persons. Why, this old house was quiet
+as the grave before you came into it. I cannot imagine how I ever
+existed here alone all these years. The piano wasn't opened from one
+end of the year to the other, and when I unlocked the door and came in
+there wasn't a single sound anywhere. As I look back on it I guess I
+spent about all my time at the Club. But since you came it has been
+different. I've liked it a whole lot better, too. Now I feel as if I
+really had a home."
+
+Jean bent down and kissed him.
+
+"When I get older," she said, "I mean that you shall have even a nicer
+home. Fraeulein will be an old lady soon, Uncle Tom, and will not be
+able to take care of things as she does now. Then I'm going to ask her
+to teach me to market and to keep house. If you are to make Giusippe
+your secretary it is only fair that you should give me a position, too.
+I'll be your housekeeper. You'll see what a good one I shall make after
+I've learned how. I should love to do it. A girl--a really, truly girl,
+Uncle Tom, can't help wanting to keep house for somebody."
+
+"No more she can, dear, and she ought to want to, too. It is her work
+in the world to be a homemaker--the one who touches with comfort and
+with beauty the lives of those about her. You shall be housekeeper for
+Giusippe and me, little girl, and shall make out of these four walls a
+real home. That is what your new Aunt Ethel is to do for your Uncle
+Bob."
+
+"I know it," answered Jean softly. "Even Uncle Bob couldn't get on
+without some one to look after him, could he?"
+
+"No," answered Mr. Curtis, "and it is fortunate he has found some one
+if you are to be my housekeeper. If he makes any trouble we'll just
+remind him that it was only your summers that you were to spend with
+him. Your winters belong to me."
+
+"I don't believe he will quarrel about it," was Jean's answer. "He
+won't need me now, and he will understand that you do."
+
+"I sure do," replied Uncle Tom, drawing the girl to his side. "I need
+both of you--my boy and my girl."
+
+
+
+
+The stories in this series are:
+
+THE STORY OF COTTON
+THE STORY OF GOLD AND SILVER
+THE STORY OF LUMBER
+THE STORY OF WOOL
+THE STORY OF IRON
+THE STORY OF LEATHER
+THE STORY OF GLASS
+THE STORY OF SUGAR
+
+
+
+
+
+
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