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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/44597-0.txt b/44597-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..927fdb6 --- /dev/null +++ b/44597-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2103 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44597 *** + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 64. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, January 18, 1881. Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: DUTCH SLEIGH-RIDING.] + + + + +WHO GOT THE MITTEN? + +BY ROSE TERRY COOKE. + + + "DEER ANT ROXY,--Ive hed consider'ble many calls for mittins along + back this Winter: mostly they're wove goods, thet dont last no + time. Its come into my head that mabbe you'd jest as lives make a + leetle suthin to buy snuff an' handkerchers with, odd times, and + reklectin you used to be a master hand to knit this is for to say + that ef you'd fall to and knit a lot of them two-threaded mittins + we boys set by so, why I could sell 'em for ye--on commission. Ef + you're agreeble why drop me a line to 117 Blank St St Josephs, you + see its mostly drovers and sech wants 'em. + + "Yours to command, + + "JOHN JACKSON." + +"The lands sakes!" ejaculated Miss Roxy Blair, as she laid down her +spectacles after reading this letter. "John was allers the beateree for +gumption. I allers said he'd make a spoon or spile a horn, an' I do +b'lieve it's the spoon. Well said! I've got full twenty run o' blue yarn +I spun last year, an' some red: guess there won't be no white wanted in +them parts. I'll set to an' get a lot more red over to Miss Billins's. +Wonder ef she'd git wind on't, and go to makin' mittins herself?--she +beats all to question folks up. I'll tell her I'm a-goin' to teach Nance +to knit; and so I be: 'ta'n't no lie. I will teach her to knit an' help +on the mittins. It'll be suthin for her to do nights, 'stead of readin' +all the newspaper scraps she can pick up." + +Nancy Peck was Miss Roxy's bound girl; the old lady lived alone in a +small brown house on a hill-side far above Bassett; a grass-grown track +ran by the house, through the woods that clothed the hill-top, over and +away into the heart of the Green Mountains. + +Little Nancy had been bound out to Miss Roxana only about a year when +John Jackson's letter reached Bassett. Miss Roxy was getting old; +rheumatism had laid hold of her, and she could not hobble up and down +hill to the village any longer: so she resolved to take a young girl +into her house to wait on her. + +"'Twon't cost a great deal," she said to herself. "There's the gardin +a'n't half planted; she can drop potaters as well as a man, and hill 'em +up too; and I can set more beans outside the fence; when Isr'el comes up +to spade the gardin, he can fix up a place for more beans, and Ingin +meal's cheap. Fact is, anyway, I durstn't be up here alone no longer, +and hirin' some feller or 'nother to do arrands would cost more'n it +come to. There's ma's old gownds can be cut over for her, sech as is too +ragged for me." + +Having made up her mind, the old lady persuaded a neighbor who sometimes +drove by her house to mill to take her in, and leave her at the +poor-house, which was on his way, until he came back with his grist. +When he returned he found two passengers, for Miss Roxy had fixed on +Nancy for an experiment. + +"'Twas Hobson's choice," she explained to Mr. Tucker, as they drove +along; "there wa'n't no other gal there. She's real small, but Miss +Simons says she's spry an' handy, and she ha'n't got nobody belongin' to +her, so's't I sha'n't be pestered with folks a-comin' round." + +In six months little Nancy had become so useful that she was formally +bound out to the old lady, and now she went to school in summer half a +day, and had learned to read and write tolerably. She was very lonesome +in that solitary house. There were children at the poor-house whom she +played with, tended, and loved, but Miss Roxy had not even a cat; and +when Nancy, in the longing of her loving little heart, took a +crook-necked squash out of the shed, tied a calico rag about its neck, +and made a dolly of it to be company for her in the little garret where +she slept, Miss Roxy hunted it up--for she kept count of everything she +had--boxed Nancy's ears soundly, and cut up poor little yellow Mary Ann, +and boiled her in a pot for pies. + +Until the mitten business began, Miss Roxy found it hard to find enough +work for the child's active fingers to do; but after that she had no +trouble in keeping the little girl busy, as poor Nancy found out to her +sorrow. The evenings of spring, when she used to love to sit on the +door-step with her apron over her head, and listen to the frogs peeping +in a swamp far below, were now spent in winding hanks of yarn, or +struggling, with stiff little fingers, to slip the loops off one needle +and on to another, her eyes tired with the dull light of a tallow +candle, and her head aching with the effort to learn and the slaps her +dullness earned from Miss Roxy's hard hands. It was worse as summer came +on, and she had to knit, knit, all the time, with not a minute to get +new posies for her garden. Only by early dawn did she get her chance to +watch the blue liverwort open its sunny cup; the white eggs of bloodroot +buds come suddenly out of the black ground; the tiny rows of small +flowers that children call "Dutchman's breeches" hang and flutter on +their red stems; the azure sand-violet, dancing columbine, purple +crane's-bill, lilac orchis, and queer moccasin flower make that hidden +corner gay and sweet. + +Even when school began, she had to work still. Miss Roxy was determined +to send a big box of double-knit mittens to John Jackson before winter +set in; and as fast as they were finished they were dampened, pressed, +and laid away in the old hair trunk in the garret where Nancy slept. + +Poor little girl! she hated the sight of mittens, and this summer a wild +wish came into her head, that grew and grew, as she sat alone at her +knitting, until it quite filled head and heart too. + +A child from the city, spending the summer near Bassett, came now and +then to school as a sort of pastime, and brought with her a doll that +really went to sleep when you laid it down: shut its bright blue eyes, +and never opened them until it was taken up! + +It seemed to lonely little Nancy that such a doll would be all anybody +could want in the world. If only Nancy had such a dear lovely creature +to sleep in her bed at night, and sit up in the door beside her while +she knit, she knew she would be perfectly happy; but that could never +be. However, after much dreaming, wishing, and planning, one day a +bright and desperate idea came across her. That night she asked a great +many questions of Miss Roxy, who at last gave her a sharp answer, and +told her to hold her tongue; but the child had found out all she wanted +to know and did not mind the crossness. + +Next morning she got up very early, and stealing across the garret, took +an old book from a dusty pile on a shelf, then with a pair of scissors +she had brought up overnight she cut out a blank leaf, and pinned it, +carefully folded, into the pocket of her dress. + +She did not go out-of-doors at the school recess, but took the pen with +which she had been writing her copy, and smoothing the paper out, wrote +this queer little letter: + + "DEER GENTILMAN,--I am a poor little gurl who nits mittins for Miss + Roxy. I am bound out and I havent got no folks of my own, not so + much as a verry smal baby. I wish I had a dol. I am real lonesum. + wil you send mee a dol. My naim is Nansy Peck, and I live to Mis + Roxy Blair's house in Baset Vermonte. I nit this mittin. when I am + big I wil pay for the dol. + + "NANSY PECK." + +The letter once written, and waved up and down under the desk to dry, +the paper was pinned into her pocket again, and when the next pair of +mittens she knit were done, pressed, caught together with a bit of yarn, +and sent up, by her, to the trunk, the daring and odd little note was +slipped safely inside one of them, and lay there several months +undiscovered. + +One bitter cold day, at the end of the next November, a young man came +hastily into John Jackson's shop in St. Joseph. + +"Hullo!" he said. "I want a pair of those knit mittens of yours. I'm +ordered off to the Denver station, and they do say it's colder 'n blazes +there. Handling express packages ain't real warm work anyhow!" + +And so, while little Nancy, washing potatoes for dinner, wondered who +had got her mitten with the letter in it, Joe Harris, Adams Express +Agent for Denver, was cramming the pair into his pocket. The next week a +snow-squall with a gale and a half of wind swooped down on Denver with +all fury, and the new agent's teeth chattered and his hands smarted as +he stood waiting for the train that had just whistled; he pulled the +heavy mittens out of his overcoat pocket, twitched them apart, and +sticking his left hand into one of them, found the note. He had no time +to look at it then, for there was work on hand; but that evening, in the +bare little room at the hotel, he took the letter out of his pocket, +and, big strong man that he was, two great tears hopped out of his eyes +on to the eager, anxious little letter. + +"By jinks! she shall have her dolly!" he exclaimed, fetching his fist +down on the rickety table, where his lamp stood, with a thump that +almost sent lamp and all to the floor. But how to get it? Denver was no +place then, whatever it is now, to buy dolls, and Joe was much disturbed +at it; but it happened that the very next week he was recalled to St. +Louis on some business which must be seen to in person; so, just as soon +as his errand was done, he went about to all the toy-shops until he was +satisfied at last with a doll. And well he might be! the dolly was of +bisque, with movable eyes and real golden hair, joints in her arms and +legs, and a face almost as lovely as a real baby; for a baby doll it +was, in long clothes, with little corals to tie up its sleeves, and tiny +socks on its feet. Joe had it boxed up carefully, directed to Miss Nancy +Peck, at Bassett, Vermont, and then stepped into the express office, +told the story, and read the letter. The Superintendent had little girls +of his own. + +"It shall go free all the way there," he said, and wrote on the outside: +"Pass along the dolly, boys! get it there by Christmas, sure. Free. +X.Y.Z." + +So the doll-baby began its journey; and the story Joe Harris told at St. +Louis was told and retold from one messenger to another, and many a +smile did it rouse on the tired faces; and here one man tied on a gold +dollar wrapped in paper and tucked in under the box lid, and there +another added a box of candy, and another a bundle of gay calico for a +child's dress, and one a picture-book, each labelled "Merry Christmas +for Nancy," till the agent at the last large town had to put all the +things into a big box, and pack the corners with oranges. + +Can any words tell what Nancy thought when that box climbed up to her +from Bassett on Mr. Tucker's wagon--the very same wagon that brought her +from the poor-house? Luckily for her, Miss Roxy could not leave her bed, +where she had lain a month now with acute rheumatism; for when she heard +Nancy's story she was angry enough to box her ears well, and did scold +furiously, and call the poor child many a bad name for her "brazen +impudence," as she called it. But what did Nancy care when at last, with +an old hatchet, she had pried off the box lid, and discovered its hidden +treasures! Miss Roxy was glad enough of a sweet ripe orange, and stopped +scolding to eat it at once; but Nancy could not look at another thing +when the doll box was opened at last, and the lovely sleeping baby +discovered. The child could not speak. She threw her apron over her +head, and ran into the garret. Miss Roxy smiled grimly under her orange. + +"Little fool!" said she; "what upon airth does she want to cry for?" + +But all the expressmen smiled when each one read a quaint little letter +dropped soon after into the Bassett Post-office, and directed "To all +the adams express Gentlemen betwene Basset and st louis Miss." It was +duly forwarded along the line, and ran thus: + + "DERE GENTLEMEN,--I know by the Laybels how good everyboddy was, + and the doly is goodest of All, but everything is good. I Thank you + ten thowsand times. I am so glad, the Things was splendidd! + + "NANSY PECK." + + + + +THE YOUNG TIN-TYPERS. + +PART II. + + +"Now," said Jim, "to-day is Thursday, and if you can mix the sensitive +bath, I will go down town and buy the other things that we need. Then +to-morrow we can prepare everything, and Saturday--oh, just think!--we +can take a picture." + +After Jim started off, Fred went to the dark chamber, which was a large +closet in their work-room, and at once set about preparing the mystic +solution to sensitize the plate. + +He first took some rain-water, and let it drip through a filter paper +placed in a glass funnel, to remove all the impurities that might be +suspended in it. Then he added the crystals of nitrate of silver; then a +few grains of iodide of potassium were added, when, to his surprise, a +yellow powder began to form. However, he put the mixture aside to +saturate, as the Professor had directed him, having first stirred it +with a small glass rod, and went to study his lessons for the next day. + +He had not been studying long before Jim entered, and with a very grand +air placed several small parcels on the table. He was about to explain +their contents, when he suddenly broke out in a wild fit of laughter. +"Why, Fred, what have you done to yourself?" said he. + +Fred looked up from his book, and found, to his great disgust, a number +of heavy black spots on his hands and coat. "Well, I don't see what that +is," he said. + +"I do," said Jim: "you have been and spattered yourself with silver, and +the sunlight has turned it black. You are in a nice fix, for nothing +will take it off." + +"The coat was only a work jacket," said Fred, "and I don't care a bit +about my hands. But let us see what you have bought." + +"In the first place," said Jim, opening his packages, "here are some tin +plates--great big fellows, too, and all for fifty cents. And here is +some collodion. These green crystals are sulphate of iron, and the man +says we must keep them in a very tight bottle, because if the air gets +at them they will spoil. He told me they were made of old nails and +sulphuric acid. Do you believe it? These green crystals we must dissolve +in water before using. This stuff in the bottle is acetic acid. Doesn't +it smell queer? And here is some hyposulphite of soda; and that's all. +Now let's get to work." + +The two hours were now over, and Fred returned to his silver bath, and +let it run through a filter, when, by rule, the bath was ready. It was +placed in a flask, and tightly corked. + +"Now, Jim," said Fred. "I guess we would better leave everything until +Saturday, because to-morrow we have an examination in algebra, and ought +to cram for that to-night; and to-morrow afternoon is the ball match, +and in the evening we shall be tired." + +At last Saturday morning came, bright and sunny, and the two boys began +in earnest the task of taking a picture. + +Fred had procured a tall narrow glass vessel to hold the silver bath, +and a glass dipper with which to suspend the plate, and having mixed the +developing and fixing solutions, the boys were at last ready. + +"Now you pour on the collodion," said Jim, "and put the plate in the +bath, while I get the camera in position and adjust the focus." + +"What are you going to take?" asked Fred. + +"I guess I'll try old Spriggins's back yard," answered the other. "He's +got a big grape-vine arbor there that will take immense." + +Fred, left to himself, poured the collodion over the plate, and gently +tilted it from side to side. The liquid did not flow evenly, but lay in +rings and streaks all over the surface. + +"Why didn't we try the Professor's gum-arabic, and save collodion!" he +exclaimed. But not discouraged by failure, he tried again, and by sheer +luck succeeded in making a smooth surface. In about five seconds he put +the plate in the bath, and awaited the result. When he removed it, +instead of being finely coated with silver, the plate appeared cracked, +greasy, and spotted. + +"Oh, misery!" he cried, "the bath is all full of yellow stuff. What +shall I do?" + +Hearing this, Jim returned to the laboratory, and with his usual +calmness simply said, "Filter." + +Fred did so, and in a few moments a clear bath was again obtained. + +"How did that happen, I wonder?" said Fred. + +"I don't believe you allowed the collodion time enough to set," was the +answer. "Let me try this time." + +After a good deal of trouble with the collodion, Jim finally prepared a +smooth plate, which he allowed to wait thirty seconds, and then +carefully lowered it into the silver bath. After a few seconds he raised +it, and found it covered with streaks. + +[Illustration: OLD SPRIGGINS'S GRAPE ARBOR.] + +"Put it back," said Fred; and in it went. In about thirty-five seconds +more, it was of that fine opal tint mentioned by the Professor. It was +then placed in the slide and carried to the camera. Jim pulled out his +watch, and with a forced smile to hide his nervousness said, "Go," and +Fred drew up the sliding door. When the plate had been exposed long +enough, as he thought, Jim cried, "Time," the door was closed, the slide +taken from the camera, and the boys returned with it to the dark +chamber. + +The plate was then taken from the slide, and Fred, seizing a bottle, +poured its contents over the opaline surface. + +"As if by magic--" Jim began. + +"Nothing appears," continued Fred, as he saw in astonishment every trace +of silver disappear from the plate, and the bare tin surface left +exposed. "I can't see through that," he added, in dismay. + +"I can," answered Jim: "you were in such a hurry that you poured on the +fixing solution instead of the developer, and of course that has +dissolved everything." + +Jim then prepared another plate with great care, placed it in the +camera, exposed it for such time as he thought fit, and returned with it +to the dark chamber. Removing it from the slide, he carefully poured on +the developer. By degrees the cloud on the surface dissolved, and a +picture slowly appeared, very imperfect, but still a picture. + +[Illustration: GLASS BATH AND DIPPER.] + +"Isn't that splendid?" said Fred, enthusiastically; "it's just as +natural as life." + +Jim, cool and quiet as usual, washed the plate well with water, and +cautiously poured on the fixing solution, when the yellow coating of the +picture vanished, and old Spriggins's grape arbor came out in clear, +sharp lines. + +"Now, Fred," said he, "you calm down a little, and varnish this." + +"All right," answered Fred; and having lighted the spirit-lamp, he +poured on the varnish, and held the plate over the flame; but, alas! +there was a fizz, a vile smell, a great deal of smoke, and the pretty +picture was a mass of paste. + +"I won't have anything more to do with this part of the work," said +Fred, impatiently, throwing the spoiled plate on the floor. "I can play +doctor's shop, and mix up solutions as well as anybody, but this endless +dipping, washing, and drying takes more patience than I possess. I shall +leave that to you, Jim." + +"One more trial, and a perfect picture," answered Jim, quietly. + +The next attempt proceeded smoothly up to the varnishing-point, when Jim +said he would do it without the aid of heat. The picture was accordingly +varnished and stood away to dry, when after a few minutes it was found +to be covered with a white film which entirely obscured it. Fred +declared he would never try again, but Jim, more persevering, decided to +heat the plate a little, and see what happened. He passed it gently over +the spirit-lamp flame, when, to his great relief, the cloud vanished, +and the picture re-appeared, increased in brightness, and covered with a +coating thick enough to protect it from scratches. + +These boys had many other mishaps and disappointments before they became +skillful enough to be sure of obtaining a good picture. They learned, +too, that rules in books sound very easy, but that much practice and +experience are required to carry them out successfully. But having by +care and perseverance once conquered all obstacles, they had no end of +fun copying pictures for friends and school-mates. + +Having become very fair tin-typers, they are now ambitious to take +negatives on glass, and print from them. If they succeed in doing this +well, some day they may tell you all about it, if you are interested +enough to listen. + + + + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER VI. + +A TENDER-HEARTED SKELETON. + + +"Now, then, lazy-bones," was Mr. Lord's warning cry as Toby came out of +the tent, "if you've fooled away enough of your time, you can come here +an' 'tend shop for me while I go to supper. You crammed yourself this +noon, an' it'll teach you a good lesson to make you go without anything +to eat to-night; it'll make you move round more lively in the future." + +Instead of becoming accustomed to such treatment as he was receiving +from his employers, Toby's heart grew more tender with each brutal word, +and this last punishment--that of losing his supper--caused the poor boy +more sorrow than blows would. Mr. Lord started for the hotel as he +concluded his cruel speech, and poor little Toby, going behind the +counter, leaned his head upon the rough boards, and cried as if his +heart would break. + +All the fancied brightness and pleasure of a circus life had vanished, +and in its place was the bitterness of remorse that he had repaid Uncle +Daniel's kindness by the ingratitude of running away. Toby thought then +that if he could only nestle his little red head on the pillows of his +little bed in that rough room at Uncle Daniel's, he would be the +happiest and best boy, in the future, in all the great wide world. + +While he was still sobbing away at a most furious rate he heard a voice +close at his elbow, and looking up, he saw the thinnest man he had ever +seen in all his life. The man had flesh-colored tights on, and a +spangled red velvet garment--that was neither pants, because there were +no legs to it, nor a coat, because it did not come above his waist--made +up the remainder of his costume. Because he was so wonderfully thin, +because of the costume which he wore, and because of a highly colored +painting which was hanging in front of one of the small tents, Toby knew +that the Living Skeleton was before him, and his big brown eyes opened +all the wider as he gazed at him. + +"What is the matter, little fellow?" asked the man, in a kindly tone. +"What makes you cry so? Has Job been up to his old tricks again?" + +"I don't know what his old tricks are"--and Toby sobbed, his tears +coming again because of the sympathy which this man's voice expressed +for him--"but I know that he's a mean, ugly thing, that's what I know; +an' if I could only get back to Uncle Dan'l, there hain't elephants +enough in all the circuses in the world to pull me away again." + +"Oh, you run away from home, did you?" + +"Yes, I did," sobbed Toby, "an' there hain't any boy in any +Sunday-school book that ever I read that was half so sorry he'd been bad +as I am. It's awful; an' now I can't have any supper, 'cause I stopped +to talk with Mr. Stubbs." + +"Is Mr. Stubbs one of your friends?" asked the skeleton, as he seated +himself on Mr. Lord's own private seat. + +"Yes, he is, an' he's the only one in this whole circus who 'pears to be +sorry for me. You'd better not let Mr. Lord see you sittin' in that +chair, or he'll raise a row." + +"Job won't raise any row with me," said the skeleton. "But who is this +Mr. Stubbs? I don't seem to know anybody by that name." + +"I don't think that is his name. I only call him so, 'cause he looks so +much like a feller I know who is named Stubbs." + +This satisfied the skeleton that this Mr. Stubbs must be some one +attached to the show, and he asked, + +"Has Job been whipping you?" + +"No; Ben, the driver on the cart where I ride, told him not to do that +again; but he hain't going to let me have any supper, 'cause I was so +slow about my work, though I wasn't slow; I only talked to Mr. Stubbs +when there wasn't anybody round his cage." + +"Sam! Sam! Sam-u-el!" + +This name, which was shouted twice in a quick, loud voice, and the third +time in a slow manner, ending almost in a screech, did not come from +either Toby or the skeleton, but from an enormously large woman, dressed +in a gaudy red and black dress, cut very short, and with low neck and an +apology for sleeves, who had just come out from the tent whereon the +picture of the Living Skeleton hung. + +"Samuel," she screamed again, "come inside this minute, or you'll catch +your death o' cold, an' I shall have you wheezin' around with the +phthisic all night. Come in, Sam-u-el." + +"That's her," said the skeleton to Toby, as he pointed his thumb in the +direction of the fat woman, but paid no attention to the outcry she was +making--"that's my wife Lilly, an' she's the fat woman of the show. +She's always yellin' after me that way the minute I get out for a little +fresh air, an' she's always sayin' just the same thing. Bless you, I +never have the phthisic, but she does awful; an' I s'pose 'cause she's +so large she can't feel all over her, an' thinks it's me that has it." + +"Is--is all that--is that your wife?" stammered Toby, in astonishment, +as he looked at the enormously fat woman who stood in the tent door, and +then at the wonderfully thin man who sat beside him. + +"Yes, that's her," said the skeleton. "She weighs pretty nigh four +hundred, though of course the show cards says it's over six hundred, an' +she earns almost as much money as I do. Of course she can't get so much, +for skeletons is much scarcer than fat folks; but we make a pretty good +thing travellin' together." + +"Sam-u-el," again came a cry from the fat woman, "are you never coming +in?" + +"Not yet, my angel," said the skeleton, placidly, as he crossed one thin +leg over the other, and looked calmly at her. "Come here an' see Job's +new boy." + +"Your imprudence is wearin' me away so that I sha'n't be worth five +dollars a week to any circus," she said, impatiently; but at the same +time she came toward the candy stand quite as rapidly as her very great +size would admit. + +"This is my wife Lilly--Mrs. Treat," said the skeleton, with a proud +wave of the hand, as he rose from his seat and gazed admiringly at her. +"This is my flower, my queen, Mr.--Mr.--" + +"Tyler," said Toby, supplying the name which the skeleton--or Mr. Treat, +as Toby now learned his name was--"Tyler is my name, Toby Tyler." + +"Why, what a little chap you are!" said Mrs. Treat, paying no attention +to the awkward little bend of the head which Toby had intended for a +bow. "How small he is, Samuel!" + +"Yes," said the skeleton, reflectively, as he looked Toby over from head +to foot, as if he were mentally trying to calculate exactly how many +inches high he was, "he is small; but he's got all the world before him +to grow in, an' if he only eats enough-- There, that reminds me. Job +isn't going to give him any supper, because he didn't work hard enough." + +"He won't, won't he?" exclaimed the large lady, savagely. "Oh, he's a +precious one, he is, an' some day I shall just give him a good shakin' +up, that's what I'll do. I get all out of patience with that man's +ugliness." + +"An' she'll do just what she says," said the skeleton to Toby, with an +admiring shake of the head. "That woman hain't afraid of anybody, an' I +wouldn't be a bit surprised if she did give Job a pretty rough time." + +Toby thought, as he looked at her, that she was large enough to give +'most any one a pretty rough time, but he did not venture to say so. +While he was looking first at her, and then at her very thin husband, +the skeleton told his wife the little which he had learned regarding the +boy's history, and when he had concluded she waddled away toward her +tent. + +"Great woman that," said the skeleton, as he saw her disappear within +the tent. + +"Yes," said Toby, "she's the greatest I ever saw." + +"I mean that she's got a great head. Now you'll see about how much she +cares for what Job says." + +"If I was as big as her," said Toby, with just a shade of envy in his +voice, "I wouldn't be afraid of anybody." + +"It hain't so much the size," said the skeleton, sagely--"it hain't so +much the size, my boy; for I can scare that woman almost to death when I +feel like it." + +Toby looked for a moment at Mr. Treat's thin legs and arms, and then he +said, warningly, "I wouldn't feel like it very often if I was you, Mr. +Treat, 'cause she might break some of your bones if you didn't happen to +scare her enough." + +"Don't fear for me, my boy--don't fear for me; you'll see how I manage +her if you stay with the circus long enough. Now I often--" + +If Mr. Treat was going to confide a family secret to Toby, it was fated +that he should not hear it then, for Mrs. Treat had just come out of her +tent, carrying in her hands a large tin plate piled high with a +miscellaneous assortment of pie, cake, bread, and meat. + +[Illustration: TOBY GETS HIS SUPPER.] + +She placed this in front of Toby, and as she did so she handed him two +pictures. + +"There, little Toby Tyler," she said--"there's something for you to eat, +if Mr. Job Lord and his precious partner Jacobs did say you shouldn't +have any supper; an' I've brought you a picture of Samuel an' me. We +sell 'em for ten cents apiece, but I'm going to give them to you, +because I like the looks of you." + +Toby was quite overcome with the presents, and seemed at a loss how to +thank her for them. He attempted to speak, couldn't get the words out at +first, and then he said, as he put the two photographs in the same +pocket with his money: "You're awful good to me, an' when I get to be a +man I'll give you lots of things. I wasn't so very hungry, if I am such +a big eater, but I did want something." + +"Bless your dear little heart, and you shall have something to eat," +said the fat woman, as she seized Toby, squeezed him close up to her, +and kissed his freckled face as kindly as if it had been as fair and +white as possible. "You shall eat all you want to, an' if you get the +stomach-ache, as Samuel does sometimes when he's been eatin' too much, +I'll give you some catnip tea out of the same dipper that I give him +his. He's a great eater, Samuel is," she added, in a burst of +confidence, "an' it's a wonder to me what he does with it all +sometimes." + +"Is he?" exclaimed Toby, quickly. "How funny that is! for I'm an awful +eater. Why, Uncle Dan'l used to say that I ate twice as much as I ought +to, an' it never made me any bigger. I wonder what's the reason?" + +"I declare I don't know," said the fat woman, thoughtfully, "an' I've +wondered at it time an' time again. Some folks is made that way, an' +some folks is made different. Now I don't eat enough to keep a chicken +alive, an' yet I grow fatter an' fatter every day--don't I, Samuel?" + +"Indeed you do, my love," said the skeleton, with a world of pride in +his voice; "but you mustn't feel bad about it, for every pound you gain +makes you worth just so much more to the show." + +"Oh, I wasn't worryin'; I was only wonderin'; but we must go, Samuel, +for the poor child won't eat a bit while we are here. After you've eaten +what there is there, bring the plate in to me," she said to Toby, as she +took her lean husband by the arm and walked him off toward their own +tent. + +Toby gazed after them a moment, and then he commenced a vigorous attack +upon the eatables which had been so kindly given him. Of the food which +he had taken from the dinner table he had eaten some while he was in the +tent, and after that he had entirely forgotten that he had any in his +pocket; therefore at the time that Mrs. Treat had brought him such a +liberal supply he was really very hungry. + +He succeeded in eating nearly all the food which had been brought to +him, and the very small quantity which remained he readily found room +for in his pockets. Then he washed the plate nicely, and seeing no one +in sight, he thought he could leave the booth long enough to return the +plate. + +He ran with it quickly into the tent occupied by the thin man and fat +woman, and handed it to her with a profusion of thanks for her kindness. + +"Did you eat it all?" she asked. + +"Well," hesitated Toby, "there was two doughnuts an' a piece of pie left +over, an' I put them in my pocket. If you don't care, I'll eat them some +time to-night." + +"You shall eat it whenever you want to, an' any time that you get hungry +again, you come right to me." + +"Thank you, marm. I must go now, for I left the store all alone." + +"Run, then; an' if Job Lord abuses you, just let me know it, an' I'll +keep him from cuttin' up any monkey shines." + +Toby hardly heard the end of her sentence, so great was his haste to get +back to the booth; and just as he emerged from the tent, on a quick run, +he received a blow on the ear which sent him sprawling in the dust, and +he heard Mr. Job Lord's angry voice as it said, "So, just the moment my +back is turned, you leave the stand to take care of itself, do you, an' +run around tryin' to plot some mischief against me, eh?" and the brute +kicked the prostrate boy twice with his heavy boot. + +"Please don't kick me again," pleaded Toby. "I wasn't gone but a minute, +an' I wasn't doing anything bad." + +"You're lying now, an' you know it, you young cub!" exclaimed the angry +man as he advanced to kick the boy again. "I'll let you know who you've +got to deal with when you get hold of me." + +[Illustration: JOB LORD LEARNS A LESSON.] + +"And I'll let you know who you've got to deal with when you get hold of +me," said a woman's voice; and just as Mr. Lord had raised his foot to +kick the boy again, the fat woman had seized him by the collar, jerked +him back over one of the tent ropes, and left him quite as prostrate as +he had left Toby. "Now, Job Lord," said the angry woman, as she towered +above the thoroughly enraged but thoroughly frightened man, "I want you +to understand that you can't knock and beat this boy while I'm around. +I've seen enough of your capers, an' I'm going to put a stop to them. +That boy wasn't in this tent more than two minutes, an' he attends to +his work better than any one you have ever had; so see that you treat +him decent. Get up," she said to Toby, who had not dared to rise from +the ground, "and if he offers to strike you again, come to me." + +Toby scrambled to his feet, and ran to the booth in time to attend to +one or two customers who had just come up. He could see from out the +corner of his eye that Mr. Lord had arisen to his feet also, and was +engaged in an angry conversation with Mrs. Treat, the result of which he +very much feared would be another and a worse whipping for him. + +But in this he was mistaken, for Mr. Lord, after the conversation was +ended, came toward the booth, and began to attend to his business +without speaking one word to Toby. When Mr. Jacobs returned from his +supper Mr. Lord took him by the arm, walked him out toward the rear of +the tents, and Toby was very positive that he was to be the subject of +their conversation, and it made him not a little uneasy. + +It was not until nearly time for the performance to begin that Mr. Lord +returned, and he had nothing to say to Toby save to tell him to go into +the tent and begin his work there. The boy was only too glad to escape +so easily, and he went to his work with as much alacrity as if he were +about entering upon some pleasure. + +When he met Mr. Jacobs, that gentleman spoke to him very sharply about +being late, and seemed to think it no excuse at all that he had just +been relieved from the outside work by Mr. Lord. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE. + +ABOUT TO BE ERECTED IN THE CENTRAL PARK, NEW YORK. + +BY REV. J. S. HOLME. + + +Cleopatra's Needle is not such a needle as we use to sew with: it is a +great stone--sometimes called an obelisk--nearly seventy feet long, and +about seven feet square at the base on which it stands. Its sides +gradually taper from the bottom until at the top it ends in a small +pointed four-sided pyramid. It is of red granite, and the sides are +covered all over with pictures of birds, animals, and other things, cut +into the stone. It is called a needle because it is so long and slender. +But why it should be called Cleopatra's Needle is not quite so clear. +Cleopatra was a famous Queen who lived in Egypt a little while before +the birth of Christ. She was a very beautiful woman, and well educated; +but she did many foolish things, and some very wicked things; and, as +such people often are, she, though a great Queen, was at last so very +unhappy that she wickedly put an end to her own life. + +This obelisk was at first erected by Thothmes III., one of the old Kings +of Egypt, at Heliopolis, about 3600 years ago. It was taken from that +place to Alexandria, where Cleopatra lived, not long after her death, by +the Roman Emperor Augustus Cæsar, as a trophy of his victory over the +Kings of Egypt, and it was called "Cleopatra's Needle," we suppose, +merely in compliment to the late Queen. + +Egypt is supposed to be the oldest nation in the world. The Kings used +to be called Pharaohs, and many of them were very great and powerful. +Some were great warriors, others were great builders--builders of +pyramids, cities, temples, and obelisks. They were very vain of their +glory, and they were great boasters, fond of inscribing their names and +deeds on stone. Cleopatra's Needle is one of two great obelisks which +one of these Pharaohs erected, and placed one on each side of the +entrance to the Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis. The Egyptians +worshipped the sun as their god under the name of Ra, and the name of +Pharaoh, by which the Egyptian Kings were known, means "a son of the +sun." + +The Pharaohs did great honor to their sun-god, as they thought they were +his children. The Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis was the greatest in +all Egypt, and its ruins now cover nearly a mile in extent. Thothmes +erected these obelisks at the entrance to this Temple of the Sun, partly +in honor to the sun-god, and partly to honor himself, as he wrote his +own history up and down the sides of the obelisk, not in letters such as +we use, but in pictures of birds, animals, and other things, which kind +of writing these old Egyptians used, and we call them hieroglyphics. +This obelisk stood a great many years near the door of this temple at +Heliopolis--or, as it is called in the Bible, "the city of On"--where it +was at first erected. + +Some of the children may remember that a few weeks ago, in the regular +Sunday-school lesson, it is said that "Pharaoh gave to Joseph in +marriage Asenath, the daughter of Poti-pherah, priest of On." This +Poti-pherah was the high-priest--a very great man in Egypt, and lived in +the Temple of the Sun at On. And it is quite likely that this very +obelisk stood before his door on the day that Joseph married his +daughter Asenath. And if this is so, is it not wonderful that this great +stone that weighs 213 tons, on which Joseph may have looked on his +wedding day 3600 years ago, should now be in a country 5000 miles away, +of which the old Egyptians never heard? And is it not still more +wonderful that, while the children in the Sunday-schools of America +should be studying their regular Bible lesson about Joseph's marriage, +this great obelisk, that stood at the door of his father-in-law's house, +should be lying in the street, at the door of one of our schools, on its +way to the Central Park in New York? + +But now we must tell you how this great obelisk came to be brought to +this country. Obelisks are great curiosities. There are only a few large +ones in the world. These all used to be in Egypt, and the Egyptians +thought a great deal of them. But four or five of these were taken at +different times, without leave of the people of Egypt, to different +countries in Europe. Two stand in Rome, one in Constantinople, one in +Paris, and one in London. Now Mehemet Ali, the late Khedive of Egypt, +had a great liking for America. He thought that the United States had +treated him better than the European nations; and it seemed to him that +we ought to have an obelisk as well as the nations of Europe. And when +the American Consul asked for one, he said, "I will think of it." It was +supposed he might give us a little one. But no one ever thought of +asking for "Cleopatra's Needle" at Alexandria: this was one of the +largest and most beautiful in all Egypt. But it so happened that this +obelisk stood very near the sea. The waves of the Mediterranean rolled +right up to its base. There was great danger of its being undermined. It +was thought already to begin to lean a little. Many feared it would soon +fall. This gave the Khedive great anxiety; and so he proposed to remove +it to another part of the city of Alexandria. But this would cost a +great deal of money, and the Khedive was not at this time rich; so he +proposed that the wealthy men of the city should raise by subscription +one-half of the money needed to remove it, and he would provide the +other half. But the people of Alexandria thought the government ought to +do it all, and did not subscribe a dollar. At this Mehemet Ali was +greatly displeased; and he thereupon made up his mind to make this +beautiful obelisk a present from Egypt, the oldest nation of the world, +to the United States of America, the youngest nation. And glad, indeed, +we were to get it; and sorry enough were the Egyptians at last to lose +it. + +One of our wealthy citizens, on learning the intention of the Khedive of +Egypt, said he would pay $75,000, the estimated cost of its removal, +when the obelisk should be erected in the Central Park. + +Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe, U.S.N., undertook the task of bringing it +over--and a very great one it has been; but he has done it with great +skill and success, and thus far at his own expense and risk. And it will +cost much more to complete the work than the $75,000 promised; but New +York, without doubt, will see Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe repaid for +his outlay, for it will be a great thing to have a genuine Egyptian +obelisk, Cleopatra's Needle, in the Central Park in this city. + + + + +[Illustration: THE MONKEYS.] + + + + +THE MURDER OF THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER. + + +[Illustration: THE UNFORTUNATE PRINCES.] + +One of the wickedest acts of the wicked King Richard III. of England was +the murder of his two young nephews in the Tower. He had seized upon the +crown that belonged of right to them, and had shut them up in a gloomy +cell of that huge castle that still stands on the banks of the Thames, +below London. They were separated from their mother, the widow of the +late King Edward IV., and kept like prisoners and criminals in the part +of the vast fortress now known as "the Bloody Tower." The elder, Edward, +Prince of Wales (now Edward V., King of England), was thirteen, his fair +and gentle brother, the Duke of York, only eleven. Their cruel uncle +sent orders to the Governor of the Tower, Brackenbury, to put them to +death secretly, but the honest man refused to do so wicked an act. +Richard then placed Sir James Tyrrel, his evil instrument, in command of +the fortress for a single day; the keys of the gates and cells were +given up to him by Brackenbury, and the plans for the murder were +carefully prepared by the King. Tyrrel hired two hardened +criminals--John Dighton, his own groom, and Miles Forest, a murderer by +trade--to commit the act, and remove from their uncle's path the two +innocent princes who might yet dispute his title to the throne. + +It was a dark and gloomy night when Tyrrel, followed by his two +assassins, crept up the narrow stone staircase that led to the room +where the young children were confined. He found them clasped in each +other's arms asleep, having just repeated their prayers, and lying on a +bed. It is easy to imagine the terrors of the poor children in that +stony and gloomy chamber, shut out from their mother and all their +friends, and seeing only the cold, strange faces of their jailers. But +now they had forgotten all their sorrows in a sleep that was to be their +last. What dreams they may have had at that fearful moment no one can +ever tell. By the light of a flickering torch Tyrrel probably looked +into the chamber to see that his victims were safe. But he did not go +in, and stood watching and listening at the door while Dighton and +Forest performed their dreadful deed. They took the pillows and bolsters +from the bed, pressed them over the faces of the children, and thus +smothered them to death. When they were dead they carried their bodies +down the long staircase, and buried them under a heap of stones at its +foot. It was reported that Richard III., touched by an unusual feeling +of superstition, had removed them to consecrated ground, and that the +place of their final burial was unknown. But long afterward, in the +reign of Charles II., when it was found necessary to take away the +stones, and dig in the spot where it was supposed the assassins had laid +them, the bones of two persons were found that corresponded to the ages +of the young princes. They were buried by the King beneath a marble +monument. + +But wherever they slept, the murder of his nephews must have forever +haunted the brain of the wicked Richard III. His people hated and feared +him. He grew every day more cruel and tyrannical; he murdered friend and +foe. At last Henry, Earl of Richmond, of the house of Lancaster, landed +in England with a small force, which was soon increased by the general +hatred of the King. The nobility and the people flocked to his camp. His +army was soon very strong. Richard, at the head of a powerful force, +marched to meet his rival, and on Bosworth Field, August 22, 1485, the +decisive battle was fought. Richard was betrayed, as he deserved, by his +own officers. He rode raging on horseback around the field, and when he +saw Henry before him, rushed upon him to cut him down. He killed one of +his knights, but was stricken from his horse, and fell dead in the +crowd. Then the soldiers cried, "Long live King Henry!" and that night +Richard's body, flung across the back of a horse, was carried into +Leicester to be buried. His wicked reign had lasted only two years. + + + + +MISS SOPHONISBA SYLVIA PLANTAGENET TUDOR. + +BY LILLIAS C. DAVIDSON. + + +Far away, across, the blue Atlantic, lies an island--not a very big +island, but a wonderful one, for all that. Its name is England. Who +knows what is the capital? London? quite right; I see the Young People +are well up in their geography. Well, in this London there is a great +square called Portland Place, and before one of its big tall houses +there was standing a carriage one bright afternoon. + +Presently the house door was flung wide open by a most gentlemanly +butler in black, and down the steps there came an imposing procession. + +First, Lady Ponsonby, in silks and laces, very stately and very +beautiful; then little Ethel; and last, but not least--oh no, indeed! by +no means least--Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor, closely +clasped in the arms of her doting mother, Miss Ethel. + +"What, only a doll?" + +My dear Young People, can it be possible that I hear you say "only"? +Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor was by far the most important +member of the present party--at all events, Ethel would have told you +so, for so she firmly believed. Never was there so lovely a doll. Eyes +like violets; real golden hair, cut with a Gainsborough fringe (what you +American little girls called "banged," although why, I don't know, I am +sure); complexion as beautiful as wax and paint could make it; and a +costume which was the admiration and envy of every one of Ethel's +particular friends. Muriel Brabazon, who lived in Park Lane, had +actually shed tears when she saw Miss S. S. P. Tudor's new black satin +jacket with its jet fringe; but then poor Muriel had no mamma, and was +not as well brought up as might be desired. + +All the same, Miss Sophonisba was a pride and joy to any possessor, and +Ethel felt a thrill of calm happiness at every fresh glance that was +cast at their carriage as they drove quickly through the busy streets +toward the Park. Hyde Park, you must know, is to London what the Central +Park is to New York; and in it there is a long drive called Rotten Row, +where London people go in crowds, and on this afternoon it was a perfect +crush of carriages of every description. + +The Ponsonby carriage had to go at a slow and stately pace, and all the +throngs of people who walked by the side of the Row, or sat on the green +chairs under the trees, had a fine opportunity of gazing their fill at +Miss Plantagenet Tudor's glories. + +All at once there was a little stir and flutter among the crowd, and +murmurs ran about from one to another of "The Princess! the Princess!" +Ethel clapped her hands, and nearly danced upon her seat, for this was +almost _too_ delightful; and in another minute there came in sight a +very plain, neat carriage, with dark horses, and servants in sober +liveries, and there, smiling and bowing, sat the sweet and gracious lady +who will probably one day be Queen of England. She is so good and so +charming that the English people love her dearly; and all the +gentlemen's hats came off in a minute, and all the ladies bowed, and +everybody looked as pleased as possible. As for Ethel, she bowed so hard +that she looked like a little Chinese Mandarin, and even jumped up to +get another glimpse as they passed, for their own carriage was just +turning out of the great Park gates to go home to Portland Place. +Actually, for five minutes, she had forgotten her beloved doll; but what +may not happen in five minutes? + +"Sophonisba Sylvia, my precious," she murmured, turning to take her in +her motherly arms, "did you see the Princess? Isn't she +_loverly_?--almost as beautiful as you?" But here she stopped quite +short. + +Alas! it is almost too dreadful to go on writing about. How can I tell +you? There was no Miss Sophonisba S. P. Tudor! She had totally vanished. + +Oh, poor, poor Ethel! Nine years old, and beginning to learn German +verbs, and yet her tears rained down like an April shower. + +"Oh, my Sophonisba! The best, the dearest, of my twenty-three dolls! Oh, +mamma! mamma! _can_ I go on living without her?" + +"Ethel, my own," cried her distracted mother, clasping her in her arms, +"don't cry, my pet, don't cry. We'll advertise for her; we'll offer +rewards; we'll go to Creamer's this moment, and buy you another; we'll +send to Paris, Vienna, anywhere." + +But oh! you among my readers who are mothers of dolls yourselves, you +can fancy how Ethel rejected this last consolation. Another doll! Could +there be another Sophonisba? Never! oh, never! And should her place be +taken by another, even if there were? + +"Please, mamma," she murmured, burying her tear-stained face in Lady +Ponsonby's best silk mantle, "I would so much rather not. I don't want +another. I couldn't love any one else like her. Oh, Sophy Sylvia!" + +No use to look for the dear lost one. They drove back the whole way they +had come, and asked five policemen, but not a trace was to be found. + +But where, all this time, was Miss Plantagenet Tudor? Scarcely had she +recovered her senses from the shock of her violent fall upon the wood +pavement at Hyde Park Corner, when she was seized by the waist, and a +rich Irish brogue greeted her ears. + +"Arrah, thin, what an illigant doll! Sure and it's wild wid joy Norah'll +be to get it. Come along, me darlint." + +Then perhaps she fainted with horror, for the next thing she was aware +of was being clasped in the arms of a little girl, nearly the same age +as her beloved little mistress, but ah! how different in all but age!--a +little red-haired girl, clean and tidy, to be sure, but with what +patched and faded clothes, what little red rough hands, what a loud +voice, and what an accent! Neither Miss Tudor's nerves nor her temper +could stand it. She made her back far stiffer than nature and Mr. +Creamer had ever intended it to be, and refused all comfort. In fact, +did what in a less distinguished and high-bred doll would have been +called sulking; and little Norah at last left her in despair, with a +sorrowful sigh. + +It really was not for three days after this that she came out of +her--well, yes, sulks; and that was because she was disturbed by a +terrible noise of sobbing and crying. + +"Och, thin, don't ye now, Norah--don't ye. It's no mortal use, I tell +ye; we'll have to go to prison, and that's the blessed truth. My lady's +grand lace handkerchief, and it's worth three guineas or more; and the +housekeeper says as it's never come home, and I'll swear I sint it; and +how iver are we to pay at all, at all?" + +Now Miss Plantagenet Tudor had by no means a bad heart; she felt really +sorry to see such distress. However, it was no business of hers, and she +was just going off into her dignified gloom again, when her blue eyes +spied something thin, white, and lace-like under the edge of the big +chest in the corner. + +There was the missing handkerchief, the cause of all this woe. Should +she show it to them, and make the poor things happy? Yes, she would; she +knew Ethel would, if she were there. And so, with the lofty grace which +was all her own, Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor fell flat, +face downward, upon the floor, with one stiff arm stuck out straight +before her. + +Norah rushed to pick her up, and as she stooped she too saw the +handkerchief, and clutched at it. + + * * * * * + +"La, Miss Ethel," said the little school-room maid, "there's such a +funny tale Mrs. O'Flannigan's been telling in the kitchen. I know you'd +like to hear it--it's about a doll." + +"Oh, Susan, I don't think I can bear to hear about dolls to-night. Who's +Mrs. O'Flannigan?" + +"The washer-woman, miss; and she lost your ma's best +pocket-handkerchief, and very likely would have had to gone to prison, +and been hung" (oh, Susan! Susan! that was a dreadful stretch of +imagination on your part), "only her little girl Norah's doll fell down, +and when they picked it up it was a-pointing in the corner, and there +was the pocket-handkerchief; and Norah she says she's sure she done it a +purpose." + +"Why, of course she must have. What a dear delightful doll! I think, +Susan, really, that I should like to see her. May I?" + +"La, miss, of course you may. I'll tell Mrs. O'Flannigan to bring her." + +Ah, little did Sophonisba Sylvia guess where she was going that evening +when Norah wrapped her carefully in a corner of her shawl, and trotted +off by Mrs. O'Flannigan's side through the gas-lit streets! They went in +by the kitchen steps--a way Miss Tudor had never been before; but +somehow the great tiled hall looked strangely familiar; and who was that +coming a little timidly out of a door held open by a tall and powdered +footman? + +Ah, dear Young People, it is as hard to write of joy as of sorrow. +Ethel's shriek rang through the house, and brought her papa, Sir Edward, +from his billiards, and Lady Ponsonby from her drawing-room, in a +tremendous hurry. + +Norah went home happy in the possession of five dolls out of Ethel's +twenty-three, and her good fortune did not stop there. Indeed, she had +the greatest reason to bless the day when Miss Sophonisba Sylvia +Plantagenet Tudor had her eventful fall from the Ponsonby carriage at +Hyde Park Corner. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER VI. + + +"Miss Lee," said Mr. Tom, as Milly entered the store Wednesday morning, +"will you please to take my place for two hours at the desk? I have +something to do for father." + +Milly had once or twice filled the same office, and so she quietly sat +down upon Tom's stool, receiving his directions about the money wearily. + +"I've been counting the money over," he said, rather insolently, "and I +know _just_ what is there." + +Mildred glanced up with a slight surprise. She had not fully understood +"Mr. Tom" of late. He and his sister, who served in the cloak-room, were +both, as she knew, jealous of her indifference to them. Their conduct +hitherto she had perfectly understood, but not their extreme suavity of +the last week. Mary Hardman had determined to make an "intimate friend" +of Mildred when it was known she had visited Miss Jenner, but the vulgar +ostentation of her employer's daughter completely shocked Milly's better +taste; and so, while she openly snubbed the brother, she took care to +withdraw, though civilly, from the sister's advances. This had produced +the effect of irritating Miss Hardman, wounding her self-love, and +bringing out all the latent vulgarity in her nature, so that poor Milly +was constantly subjected to annoyance and rudeness, which she bore only +through fear of losing her place; but the new part toward her was more +annoying than the old. Miss Hardman received her with smiles, while Tom +was sarcastically polite to her on all occasions. + +Mildred made no answer to his remark about the money. In fact, after an +unusually fatiguing night with her mother, she was too weary to speak, +and sat leaning her head on her hand, only moving to respond to the call +of "Cash!" at the desk window. How good the money looked, Mildred +thought, as she slipped the notes between her fingers! Over and again +she had the sum she needed in her hands--if conscience was not in the +way. "Yes," thought Milly, "that is how temptation steps in." + + * * * * * + +Deborah was standing in the kitchen window the next evening when Mildred +came down from her mother's room, asking her to relieve her for ten +minutes. + +"My 'business' woman is coming in the gate, Debby," she said, with a +nervous laugh; "but it will be her last visit, and after she goes away I +will tell you all about her." + +Deborah went up stairs a little mollified, and Mildred prepared to +confront her "Shylock." + +"Here I am," said Mrs. Robbins, shaking out her skirts, and sitting down +as soon as she entered the bare little parlor, "and here I'm likely to +remain, for I know what I mean to _have_ instead of money if you don't +pay me; and I know," added the woman, with her insolent laugh--"I know +you haven't it, for old Mr. Hardman refused to lend it to you +yesterday." + +Mildred flushed, but she returned the woman's bold stare with a look of +quiet dignity. + +"You are mistaken, Mrs. Robbins," she said, producing a roll of bills. +"Here is your money. Will you be kind enough to give me a receipt as +quickly as possible?" + +The peddler stared, but she could offer no further remonstrance. There +were the bills, fresh enough, and genuine. She took the money in her +hands, counted it over and again, and then, with angry reluctance, and a +glance at the ornaments in the room, which showed what she had "meant to +have," she wrote her receipt and departed.... + + * * * * * + +"And that's the whole story, Deborah," whispered Milly, an hour later, +as she and the good old woman sat over the fire in Mrs. Lee's room. +"It's nearly killed me this winter--but I _can't possibly tell you_ +where or how I got the money. I scarcely like to think of it myself," +and Mildred rose with the air Debby knew very well, and which plainly +said, "You'll hear no more." + +"Well," said Deborah, "I won't ask if I'm bid not. I only hope no +trouble'll come of it." + +"Trouble!" said Milly, rather sharply. Deborah did not know how tired +and ill she felt, and, indeed, poor Milly was very near a hearty burst +of crying. She was relieved of one anxiety, she thought, as she lay down +to sleep in her mother's room; but had she not burdened herself with +another? + +On entering the store two days later, Milly observed a certain air of +reserve among the girls nearest her, yet they all looked at her +critically. One or two whispered as she went by them with her usual +friendly "Good-morning," and others gave a little significant toss to +head or shoulders as she spoke. Mary Hardman was busy in the cloak-room, +and as Mildred entered she said, with a short laugh, + +"I don't believe you will be wanted here to-day, Miss Lee. However, +father's coming in directly, and he'll tell you for himself." + +Before Mildred could answer, the burly figure of Mr. Hardman senior came +toward them. + +"'Morning, Miss Lee," he said, nodding his head. "Will you be kind +enough to step into my room?" + +It was a sort of office, close at hand, where the girls went to receive +special orders, their weekly salary, or any necessary reprimands. The +day before Milly had penetrated this sanctum to beg a loan of twenty-two +dollars from her employer; now she followed him with doubting steps. +What could it mean? Mr. Tom was seated in a big leather chair by the +table, with the air of judge and jury, witness and lawyer. + +"Sit down, Miss Lee," said the elder man, motioning her to a seat. "Now, +Thomas, I think you can tell the story." + +While Mildred mechanically dropped into a chair, the old man paced the +floor, and Mr. Tom, veiling a sneer, began: + +"Miss Lee, I'll go right to the main question. We've missed some money +from the drawer. It disappeared day before yesterday morning. _The sum +was twenty-two dollars._ Now as you were at the desk between twelve and +two o'clock on that day, _can you account for it_?" + +Mr. Tom drew up his little ferret eyes with a most malicious expression. + +"Twenty-two dollars!" gasped Milly; her face was crimson. "No, I can not +account for it. Twenty-two dollars?" she repeated the question with a +look of blank dismay. + +"Go on, Thomas," said Mr. Hardman senior. + +"Well, then," said Tom, "we happen to know you _needed_ just that sum. +You tried to borrow it of my father, and _you paid it out_ in the +evening." + +Evidently Mr. Tom thought this sentence his crowning success, for he +rose up, trying to look very fine, as he finished it. + +To Mildred the next moment seemed an hour of pain. She sat still, gazing +ahead of her, trying to realize the situation. Then they accused her of +stealing the money! + +"And you think _I_ took it?" she said, faintly. + +"I'm afraid we don't _think_ much about it," said Mr. Tom. +"Circumstances are dead against you." + +Mildred stood up, putting out one trembling hand as though she would +implore some consideration. She thought of her mother lying ill at home; +of all the miseries of the past few weeks. It made her head dizzy, and +she sank back into her chair, while Tom continued: + +"Now I know all about it, Miss Lee, as you'll see. You bought a gray +silk dress of a peddler; the girls all saw it; and you didn't know how +you were to pay for it. You got awfully hard up Wednesday for +money--twenty-two dollars--and you tried to borrow it of father. He +couldn't lend it to you, and, in plain words, you _stole_ it from him. +Pity I wasn't a lawyer," added the young man, with a chuckle. + +[Illustration: "HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING?"] + +"Mr. Hardman, how _dare_ you say such a thing?" cried Milly, starting +from her chair. + +"Then prove you did not," said the young man. "Where did you get your +twenty-two dollars for Widow Robbins?" + +Mildred drew a long breath. "I can not tell you," she said, quietly. + +Father and son laughed. "Now do you know, young lady," said the old man, +"if you're put into court, you'll have to tell. There'll be no questions +asked until that one is answered." + +Milly could not speak. Terror, weariness, and shame filled her mind. + +"You may go now," said Mr. Hardman. "I don't say we've finished with +this business, but we no longer need your services. There is your weekly +salary." And the old man tossed a five-dollar bill before her. + +Mildred never could remember how she left that room. Her tongue seemed +paralyzed. She could not speak; she only thought of getting home, to cry +out her misery on Deborah's shoulder. When she went out into the street +a heavy snow was falling. The girl's brain seemed to be on fire. She +scarcely knew where she was going, and as she walked along she +remembered that to-day for the first time her mother was to sit up, and +she had agreed with Debby to bring in a bird to roast for her supper. +They had meant to make a little celebration of the mother's +convalescence, to which Milly thought she could bring a cheerful spirit, +since her terrible load of private debt was removed. But now, how was +all changed! Mildred stood still in the wild storm, putting her hand to +her head, and even trying to remember where she was going. Suddenly a +thought occurred to her. She would go to Miss Jenner's, and tell her the +whole story. "But not where I got the money," the poor child thought, +with a moan. Half driven along by the heavy snow-storm, Milly turned her +steps toward Lane Street. There was the beautiful brick house, its +trees veiled in white; but, oh! to her delight, Milly saw the curtains +of Miss Jenner's room drawn back. She must be better, if not well again. + +It was a very miserable little figure that appeared at the door when the +old servant opened it. Drenched through by the storm, and with lines of +pain and fatigue in her face, Milly stood there. She scarcely heard what +the servant said as he conducted her down the hall and into the library, +where a big wood fire was blazing cheerily, and where Miss Jenner, +wrapped in soft shawls, sat, with Alice at her knee. + +Mildred took one glance at the sweet, home-like picture, then she +recalled her own position; she remembered the scene at Mr. Hardman's. As +the servant closed the door, she moved forward with tears in her eyes, +saying: + +"Miss Jenner, I am in great trouble at the store. They say--they say--I +am a thief." + +Mildred remembered Miss Jenner's standing up, and Alice's exclamation of +horror; then the room, the fire-light, the books and pictures, and the +two figures, seemed to whirl before her, and she knew no more. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration: SOMETHING IN THE WAY.--DRAWN BY JESSIE MCDERMOTT.] + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX] + + + BROOKLYN, E. D., LONG ISLAND. + + The Young Chemists' Club is in a very prosperous condition. The + meetings are held at the residences of the members every Saturday + evening at half past seven. The order of exercises commences with + the calling of the roll, then the collection of weekly dues, and + the consideration of whatever business is necessary. Compositions + by the members treating of scientific subjects are then read. + + Communications from scientific gentlemen are read by the + secretary, and at some meetings they are present and give a short + lecture. + + When this part of the exercises is disposed of, experiments are + then tried. The ink with which this letter is written was made by + the club. Is it not a good sample of our skill? + + We are happy to say that we consider HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE as our + official organ, and we thank it cordially for supporting us. + + If desired, we will occasionally send some experiments and + scientific notes from our meetings. We now send the following + simple and pretty experiment: + + Cut three leaves of red cabbage into small pieces, place them in a + basin, and pour a pint of boiling water over them. After allowing + them to stand an hour, pour off the liquid into a decanter. This + liquid will be of a bright reddish-purple color. Now take three + wine-glasses; into one put about six drops of strong vinegar; into + another, six drops of a solution of soda; and into the third, the + same quantity of a strong solution of alum. Then pour into each + glass a small quantity of the liquid from the decanter. The + contents of the glass containing vinegar will quickly assume a + beautiful brilliant red color; that containing soda will be a fine + green; and that containing alum a very dark, rich purple. + + CHARLES H. W., President of Y. C. C. + SENECA W. H., Secretary. + +We congratulate the members of the Young Chemists' Club upon their +perseverance and success. We shall always be glad to receive reports of +anything interesting which may occur at their meetings, and also +occasionally to print simple and safe experiments, which we doubt not +will be of interest to many of our young readers. The ink with which the +above communication was written is of a bright, clear purple color, and +appears of an excellent quality. + + * * * * * + + ST. JOSEPH, TENSAS PARISH, LOUISIANA. + + I have only been taking YOUNG PEOPLE for a few months, but I like + it so much I hope never to be without it. I want to write a letter + to the Post-office Box, but I can not write myself, for I am only + five years old; so somebody has to write it for me. + + I had two pretty gray kittens. You could not tell them apart. + Their names were Jack and Jill. But poor little Jill died. Jack + loves me so much! He goes to sleep with me every night, and the + first thing in the morning, when he comes into the room, he looks + all around for me, and if I am still in bed, he will jump up and + cuddle down near me. + + I have some pretty dolls I would like to write about, but I am + afraid if my letter is too long it will be thrown away. + + I have no brothers or sisters except in heaven, and I am very + lonely sometimes, and always so glad to see YOUNG PEOPLE. + + SADIE B. N. + + * * * * * + + POUGHKEEPSIE, NEW YORK. + + I am a little girl eleven years old. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. + I think the best story was "The Fair Persian," but I like them all + more than I can tell. + + I have ten dolls. The last one I got Christmas. Her name is Madame + Arabella. + + I am going to be an artist when I am old enough. + + ADDIE W. + + * * * * * + + BRATTLEBOROUGH, VERMONT. + + I like HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I study Harper's School + Geography. I am just learning how to skate. For Christmas I got a + chamber set and a tea set, a pretty book, two bags of candy, and a + bag of nuts. + + I am eight and a half years old. + + MARY W. W. + + * * * * * + + MARIETTA, OHIO. + + I am ten years old. I have a little sister named Julia, but when + she commenced to talk she called herself Jupi, and we all call her + so. Mamma says we ought to spell it _joujou_, which is the French + word for plaything. + + We like YOUNG PEOPLE so much we can hardly wait for it to come. + Papa has taken it for us ever since it was published. + + Jupi and I each have a pet kitty. One of them will scratch on the + door, just like a dog, until some one opens it. + + Jupi has a Paris doll. It is a baby doll, and it has a little + nursing bottle. You can fill the bottle with milk or water, put + the tube in the doll's mouth, and by pressing a button at the back + of its head, all the milk goes out of the bottle. Then press the + button again, and it all goes back. + + We have a toy bird which imitates a canary so you would think it + was a real one. + + CHARLEY R. H. + + * * * * * + + GREENVILLE, _December_ 28, 1880. + + DEAR MR. HARPER,--I'm in an awful situation that a boy by the name + of Bellew got me into. He is one of the boys that writes stories + and makes pictures for YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think you ought to know + what kind of a boy he is. A little while ago he had a story in the + YOUNG PEOPLE about imitation screw-heads, and how he used to make + them, and what fun he had pasting them on his aunt's bureau. I + thought it was a very nice story, and I got some tinfoil and made a + whole lot of screw-heads and last Saturday I thought I'd have some + fun with them. + +[Illustration] + + Father has a dreadfully ugly old chair in his study, that General + Washington brought over with him in the _Mayflower_, and Mr. + Travers says it is stiffer and uglier than any of the Pilgrim + fathers. But father thinks everything of that chair and never lets + anybody sit in it except the minister. I took a piece of soap, + just as that Bellew used to, and if his name is Billy why don't he + learn how to spell it that's what I'd like to know, and made what + looked like a tremendous crack in the chair. Then I pasted the + screw-heads on the chair, and it looked exactly as if somebody had + broken it and tried to mend it. + + I couldn't help laughing all day when I thought how astonished + father would be when he saw his chair all full of screws, and how + he would laugh when he found out it was all a joke. As soon as he + came home I asked him to please come into the study, and showed + him the chair and said "Father I can not tell a lie I did it but I + won't do it any more." + +[Illustration] + + Father looked as if he had seen some disgusting ghosts, and I was + really frightened, so I hurried up and said "It's all right + father, it's only a joke look here they all come off," and rubbed + off the screw-heads and the soap with my handkerchief, and + expected to see him burst out laughing, just as Bellew's aunt used + to burst, but instead of laughing he said "My son this trifling + with sacred things must be stopped," with which remark he took off + his slipper, and then-- But I haven't the heart to say what he + did. Mr. Travers has made some pictures about it which I send to + you, and perhaps you will understand what I have suffered. + + I think that boy Bellew ought to be punished for getting people + into scrapes. I'd just like to have him come out behind our barn + with me for a few minutes. That is, I would, only I never expect + to take any interest in anything any more. My heart is broken and + a new chocolate cigar that was in my pocket during the awful + scene. + + I've got an elegant wasps' nest with young wasps in it that will + hatch out in the spring, and I'll change it for a bull-terrier or + a shot-gun or a rattlesnake in a cage that rattles good with any + boy that will send me one. + + Ever affectionately + + Your son + JIMMY BROWN. + + (That's the way they taught me to end letters when I was in + boarding-school.) + + * * * * * + + MEADVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I have some little toy dogs and rabbits. I had the diphtheria, and + took such bitter medicine that old Santa Claus brought me a dolly. + I was six years old on New-Year's Day. I guess this letter is big + enough. + + MABEL A. + + * * * * * + + WATERBURY, CONNECTICUT. + + We are two sisters, and we would like to tell you about our pets. + We have a bird named Dicky, and we have two gold-fishes, a + pearl-fish, and a roach, which live in a large aquarium over a + fernery. We each have a cat. Our cats are almost exactly alike, and + are named Tabby-gray and Frolic. We took the names from YOUNG + PEOPLE. We have two horses named Bonner and Charlie. Bonner is five + years old, and Charlie is twenty-seven. Charlie is a remarkable + horse. Two years ago he was very sick. We thought he was dying, and + told a man to shoot him; but he said Charlie looked at him so + intelligently that he could not do it. After that, Charlie got + well, and we have taken many long, delightful drives with him, and + he has been driven in a span with Bonner twenty-seven miles in one + afternoon. We have had him sixteen years, and when papa was living, + Charlie, when the gong sounded for dinner, would back out of his + stall, and go to the office door to bring him home. Do you not + think we ought to love such a faithful old horse? We do love him, + and he has a nice home and kind treatment. + + HATTIE and NETTIE D. + + * * * * * + + LEESBURG, FLORIDA. + + I am a subscriber of this very interesting little paper, and get it + regularly every week. I don't know how I would do without it. You + can not imagine how anxious I am to go to town and get it the + moment I know it is in the post-office. + + I live in the land of flowers, and I like my home very much. + + EVA H. + + * * * * * + + IVANPAH, CALIFORNIA. + + I am the little girl whose letter was printed in YOUNG PEOPLE No. + 45, that was going to the mines. I am there now. I will try to tell + you all about my trip. We came two hundred and ten miles across the + Desert in the stage. We were over eight days on the road. We camped + out two nights, and made our beds on the ground. I gathered many + beautiful stones in the Desert. I saw a rattlesnake. + + I have been down in the mine eight hundred feet, and I am going + down a shaft which is nine hundred feet below the level. + + I have three pet cats here, and I have thirty hens, which I feed + twice every day. I have no brothers or sisters, but I amuse myself + by reading YOUNG PEOPLE, and by running over the rocks and + prospecting. + + FLORENCE R. + + * * * * * + + PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND. + + We have taken YOUNG PEOPLE ever since the first number, and we all + like it. I have two brothers and two sisters. Christmas my brother + had the book called _Old Times in the Colonies_ for a present. + There are the same stories in it that were in YOUNG PEOPLE, and a + great many more. One is about King Philip and the wars with the + settlers in Rhode Island. I have read many of the other stories, + and they are very interesting. 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He + weighs four and one-half pounds. + + I have been in bed a week with scarlet fever, and I enjoy YOUNG + PEOPLE so much! + + I have a nice stamp-book, but not many stamps yet. I will have + some to exchange soon. I am eight years old. + + JOHNNIE E. + + * * * * * + + FARMINGTON, NEW YORK. + + I am a boy ten years old. I go to school, and read in the Fourth + Reader, and study arithmetic and geography. I take YOUNG PEOPLE, + and hope I can have it always. + + I have a cat. His name is Dick. He will follow me over to + grandpa's, and stay with me until I come home. + + This is the first letter I ever wrote. + + SIDNEY J. C. + + * * * * * + + AROYA STATION, COLORADO. + + I take much pleasure in reading all the letters and stories. I hope + all the readers enjoy YOUNG PEOPLE as much as I do. + + Since my letter requesting exchange was published I have received + many pretty things. I wish to inform the correspondents that I + have no more specimens now, except enough to pay what I owe for + favors I have received. I would request the correspondents not to + send me anything more, as I could not make any return. + + CLARA F. R. SWIFT. + + * * * * * + + BARRANQUILLA, UNITED STATES OF COLOMBIA. + + A happy time it is for me when the steamer from New York for South + America arrives, and brings YOUNG PEOPLE. I pity the little + correspondent who wrote in the Post-office Box about four feet of + snow, for I believe it must be very cold there, although I have + never seen snow yet. Here even now we have many blooming plants in + our garden at Oasis, our beautiful country-seat, near Barranquilla. + + I am nine years old. I have my own horse, a deer, and a little + circus. + + We have all tropic plants, and I should like to exchange some + Southern, German, and French postage stamps, or dried flowers and + leaves from the tropic zone, for all kinds of minerals. Letters + and packages may be sent to my uncle in New York city, whose + address is at the end of my letter, and who will forward them to + me. He will also be kind enough to receive and forward my answers + to correspondents. + + If any young readers would like to know more of my country, I will + send another letter. + + JUDITH WOLFF, care of Mr. D. A. De Lima, + 68 William Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + PASSAIC BRIDGE, NEW JERSEY. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. Papa bought me the first volume + bound. I have two kitties; one is white, the other is black. We + call them Romeo and Juliet, because they are so loving; they always + go to sleep with their paws around each other's necks. + + WINNIE V. + + * * * * * + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. When I was in the White Mountains + this summer I went to a silver and lead mine, where I got a number + of specimens, which I should like to exchange for foreign postage + stamps. Or to any one sending me twenty-five foreign postage stamps + I will send forty-five foreign and United States postmarks. + + G. L. BRIGGS, + P. O. Box 560, Brookline, Mass. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are also desired by correspondents: + + Postage stamps for curiosities, Indian relics, or anything suitable + for a museum. + + SAMUEL CARPENTER, JUN., Oswego, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks and foreign postage stamps. + + FRANK K. LIPPITT, + Petaluma, Sonoma County, California. + + * * * * * + + Gray moss and postmarks for minerals (especially ores), fossils, + coins, or stamps. + + CHARLES P. MATTHEUS, P. O. Box 13, + Fort Covington, Franklin County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Twenty-five postage stamps, or ten postmarks and eight stamps, for + a box of ocean curiosities and a star-fish. + + R. LAMP, care of William Lamp, + Madison, Dane County, Wis. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM H.--The term "blizzard" is applied in Canada and the +Northwestern Territories of the United States to an extremely sharp +snow-storm, when the particles of snow are blown by the wind like fine +pieces of steel. One can hardly walk the distance of a city block in +such a storm without getting one's nose and ears frozen. + + * * * * * + +C. B. F.--Mrs. Elizabeth Goose, who lived in Boston before the +Revolution, is generally supposed to have been the first to sing, for +the amusement of her grandchildren, most of the nursery jingles that +have ever since been known as "Mother Goose's Melodies." The _Tales of +Mother Goose_, such as "Blue Beard," "Tom Thumb," "Cinderella," etc., +were the production of a celebrated French writer of the seventeenth +century, named Perrault. He composed these fairy tales to amuse a little +son. They were first published in Paris in 1697, under his son's name, +and have since been translated into nearly every language. + + * * * * * + +JOHN W.--It is said that a Mr. Beyer, an eminent linen-draper of London, +underwent in his youth the comical adventures which Cowper has described +in his ballad of "John Gilpin." It appears from Southey's life of the +poet that his friend Lady Austin once repeated to him a story told to +her in her childhood of an unfortunate pleasure party of this +linen-draper, ending in his being carried past his point both in going +and returning, and finally being brought home by his horse without +having met his family at Edmonton. Cowper is said to have been extremely +amused by the story, and to have composed his famous ballad while lying +awake one night suffering from headache. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM D.--_Old Times in the Colonies_ is ended. You will find a notice +of the book in No. 56 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + * * * * * + +E. H.--You will find very good directions for painting magic-lantern +slides in a letter from Harry J. in the Post-office Box of YOUNG PEOPLE +No. 62. + + * * * * * + +HARRY W.--Directions for catching and preserving insects were given in +the Post-office Box of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 27, and in the same +department of No. 34 is a description of a cheap and simple case for +mounting butterflies and other specimens. + + * * * * * + +A. RUSSELL.--See answer to S. H. M. in the Post-office Box of HARPER'S +YOUNG PEOPLE No. 22. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Abel Caldwell, Harry, Maud E. Chase, L. M. +Weter, Blanche Dougan, Isabel W. Harris, Ellen and Edna B., Pert Gates, +J. A. Tannahill, C. S. G., J. W., James A. Harris, Edward McNally, +Florence Stidham, Mabel Going, Josie Belle B., Bessie Guyton, Helen S., +C. H. Mathias, Florence F. S., W. B. Wyman. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Belle Bloom, Arthur D. +Prince, M. W. and E. W., Bessie R. Howell, Walter P. Hiles, A. D. +Hopper, A. Russell, Nellie V. Brainard, Annie W. Booth, Richard O. +Chester, John N. Howe, Mary E. DeWitt, Fanny Squire. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +CONNECTED DIAMONDS. + +1. In play-time. A small barrel. A coin. An animal. In play-time. 2. In +trouble. A minute part. Kingly. A label. In trouble. Centrals +connected--An aromatic plant. + + BOLUS. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +WORD SQUARES. + +1. First, to babble. Second, to mature. Third, separately. Fourth, neat. +Fifth, to register. + + CAL I. FORNY. + +2. First, custom. Second, a dwelling. Third, a certain variety of an +important article of commerce. Fourth, mental. Fifth, water-fowls. + + LONE STAR. + +3. First, elevated. Second, inactive. Third, joy. Fourth, to mind. + + WILLIE F. W. + +4. First, one of the signs in the zodiac. Second, a dress of dignity. +Third, a boy's name. Fourth, to encircle. + + LAURA. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +CHARADE. + +My first is a cooking utensil. My second is a species of tree. My whole +is used in making soap. + + WILLIE L. K. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +ENIGMA. + + In kennel, not in dog. + In pen, not in hog. + In new, not in old. + In hot, not in cold. + In sound, not in noise. + In candy, not in toys. + In beak, not in bill. + In monkey, not in drill. + My whole is the dark "and bloody ground" + By the names of a huntsman and statesman renowned. + + HALLA. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 61. + +No. 1. + +Chicago. + +No. 2. + + K I D D E R M I N S T E R + S W I T Z E R L A N D + M A L A D E T T A + Y E N I S E I + A L T A I + L E E + R + U R E + A D A M S + T A U N T O N + M A C K E N Z I E + B R A H M A P U T R A + S A N B E R N A R D I N O + +No. 3. + +Moscow. + +No. 4. + + B A L E M A L T + A P E S A R E A + L E A P L E A R + E S P Y T A R T + + C A M P I M A G E + A R A L M O L A R + M A T E A L U T A + P L E A G A T E S + E R A S E + + * * * * * + +Charade on page 144--Sea-mew. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +[Illustration: WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?] + + + + +A curious story is told of the way in which Admiral By-the-sea, V.C., +C.B.--a very distinguished English naval officer, who has lately +retired, after many years of service, from his profession--first came by +his name. It is said that when an infant he was picked up by the sailors +of a man-of-war in the open sea. They found a bale of goods floating in +the water, and lashed to it was the body of a lady with a child in her +arms. The mother was dead, but the boy still lived. No clew was found by +which the relations of this little waif of the sea could be discovered; +and so, after the officers had made some vain attempts to communicate +with them by means of advertisements, they determined to adopt the boy, +and not knowing his real name, they christened him "By-the-sea." He was +sent to a naval school, and when old enough, went to sea again, and was +fortunate enough to join the same ship by the crew of which he had been +rescued years before. Soon he showed himself a clever and active sailor, +ready for anything, and doing whatever he did well; and when the Crimean +war came, he displayed such gallantry in assisting his wounded comrades +that he gained the Victoria Cross, and was made a Companion of the Bath. +After this, promotion came quickly; his services were, later on, +transferred to India, where for many years he filled the responsible +post of Consulting Naval Officer to the government; and now he retires +with the full rank of Admiral. The men who rescued the poor child from +the sea, so many years ago, little knew what an honorable and useful +life they were preserving by this act for the service of their country. + + + + +CHARADE. + + + Although in sable plumes my first + Displays himself on high, + His reputation is the worst, + His tastes are low, his race is curst-- + We're glad to see him die. + + My next is in the water found, + Or in the cozy inn, + Where talk and drink go freely round, + Or in the court maintains its ground, + Or keeps the thief from sin. + + My whole is placed in humble hands, + And when with skill applied, + Will bring to light the golden sands. + 'Tis known and used in many lands; + It seeks what others hide. + + + + +=Killed by Fright=.--Many an illness is caused simply by imagination, and +those of us who go about our work with calmness and confidence are much +more likely to escape disease than others who are filled with +apprehension should infection come within a hundred miles of them. In +connection with this, the Arabs tell the following story: One day a +traveller met the Plague going into Cairo, and accosted it thus, "For +what purpose are you entering Cairo?" + +"To kill three thousand people," rejoined the Plague. + +Some time after, the same traveller met the Plague on its return, and +said, "But you killed thirty thousand!" + +"Nay," answered the Plague, "I killed but three thousand; the rest died +of fright." + + + + +SLEIGH-BELLS. + + + "Sleigh-bells, sleigh-bells, + What are you saying?" + "Merriest thing in all the world + 'Tis to go a-sleighing: + Laughter ringing, + Shouting, singing, + Bells a-jingling, + Noses tingling, + Horses prancing, + Hearts a-dancing, + Sky all brightness, + Earth all whiteness; + Diamonds in the icicles, + Sunbeams round them playing: + Merriest thing in all the world + 'Tis to go a-sleighing!" + + + + +[Illustration: "TUM, HORSIE."] + +[Illustration: "DET UP, HORSIE!"] + +[Illustration: "WHOA! WHOA!"] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 18, 1881, by Various + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44597 *** diff --git a/44597-h/44597-h.htm b/44597-h/44597-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11d20cc --- /dev/null +++ b/44597-h/44597-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2415 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> + <title> + The Project Gutenberg eBook of Harper's Young People, January 18, 1881, by Various. + </title> + <style type="text/css"> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +p { + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .49em; +} + +.p2 {margin-top: 2em;} +.p4 {margin-top: 4em;} +.p6 {margin-top: 6em;} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; +} + +hr.tb {width: 45%;} +hr.chap {width: 65%} +hr.full {width: 95%;} + +table { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; +} + +.pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */ + /* visibility: hidden; */ + position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: smaller; + text-align: right; +} /* page numbers */ + +.blockquot { + margin-left: 5%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +.center {text-align: center;} + +.right {text-align: right;} + +.smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + +.caption {font-weight: bold;} + +/* Images */ +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; +} + +.figleft { + float: left; + clear: left; + margin-left: 0; + margin-bottom: 1em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-right: 1em; + padding: 0; + text-align: center; +} + +.figright { + float: right; + clear: right; + margin-left: 1em; + margin-bottom: + 1em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-right: 0; + padding: 0; + text-align: center; +} + + </style> + </head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44597 ***</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#WHO_GOT_THE_MITTEN">WHO GOT THE MITTEN?</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_YOUNG_TIN-TYPERS">THE YOUNG TIN-TYPERS.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOBY_TYLER">TOBY TYLER</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CLEOPATRAS_NEEDLE">CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_MURDER_OF_THE_PRINCES_IN_THE_TOWER">THE MURDER OF THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MISS_SOPHONISBA_SYLVIA_PLANTAGENET_TUDOR">MISS SOPHONISBA SYLVIA PLANTAGENET TUDOR.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MILDREDS_BARGAIN">MILDRED'S BARGAIN</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SLEIGH-BELLS">SLEIGH-BELLS.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="390" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" /> +</div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. II.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 64.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, January 18, 1881.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1881, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="600" height="597" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">DUTCH SLEIGH-RIDING.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="WHO_GOT_THE_MITTEN" id="WHO_GOT_THE_MITTEN">WHO GOT THE MITTEN?</a></h2> + +<h3>BY ROSE TERRY COOKE.</h3> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Deer Ant Roxy</span>,—Ive hed consider'ble many calls for mittins along +back this Winter: mostly they're wove goods, thet dont last no +time. Its come into my head that mabbe you'd jest as lives make a +leetle suthin to buy snuff an' handkerchers with, odd times, and +reklectin you used to be a master hand to knit this is for to say +that ef you'd fall to and knit a lot of them two-threaded mittins +we boys set by so, why I could sell 'em for ye—on commission. Ef +you're agreeble why drop me a line to 117 Blank St St Josephs, you +see its mostly drovers and sech wants 'em.</p> + +<p>"Yours to command,</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">"<span class="smcap">John Jackson</span>."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>"The lands sakes!" ejaculated Miss Roxy Blair, as she laid down her +spectacles after reading this letter. "John was allers the beateree for +gumption. I allers said he'd make a spoon or spile a horn, an' I do +b'lieve it's the spoon. Well said! I've got full twenty run o' blue yarn +I spun last year, an' some red: guess there won't be no white wanted in +them parts. I'll set to an' get a lot more red over to Miss Billins's. +Wonder ef she'd git wind on't, and go to makin' mittins herself?—she +beats all to question folks up. I'll tell her I'm a-goin' to teach Nance +to knit; and so I be: 'ta'n't no lie. I will teach her to knit an' help +on the mittins. It'll be suthin for her to do nights, 'stead of readin' +all the newspaper scraps she can pick up."</p> + +<p>Nancy Peck was Miss Roxy's bound girl; the old lady lived alone in a +small brown house on a hill-side far above Bassett; a grass-grown track +ran by the house, through the woods that clothed the hill-top, over and +away into the heart of the Green Mountains.</p> + +<p>Little Nancy had been bound out to Miss Roxana only about a year when +John Jackson's letter reached Bassett. Miss Roxy was getting old; +rheumatism had laid hold of her, and she could not hobble up and down +hill to the village any longer: so she resolved to take a young girl +into her house to wait on her.</p> + +<p>"'Twon't cost a great deal," she said to herself. "There's the gardin +a'n't half planted; she can drop potaters as well as a man, and hill 'em +up too; and I can set more beans outside the fence; when Isr'el comes up +to spade the gardin, he can fix up a place for more beans, and Ingin +meal's cheap. Fact is, anyway, I durstn't be up here alone no longer, +and hirin' some feller or 'nother to do arrands would cost more'n it +come to. There's ma's old gownds can be cut over for her, sech as is too +ragged for me."</p> + +<p>Having made up her mind, the old lady persuaded a neighbor who sometimes +drove by her house to mill to take her in, and leave her at the +poor-house, which was on his way, until he came back with his grist. +When he returned he found two passengers, for Miss Roxy had fixed on +Nancy for an experiment.</p> + +<p>"'Twas Hobson's choice," she explained to Mr. Tucker, as they drove +along; "there wa'n't no other gal there. She's real small, but Miss +Simons says she's spry an' handy, and she ha'n't got nobody belongin' to +her, so's't I sha'n't be pestered with folks a-comin' round."</p> + +<p>In six months little Nancy had become so useful that she was formally +bound out to the old lady, and now she went to school in summer half a +day, and had learned to read and write tolerably. She was very lonesome +in that solitary house. There were children at the poor-house whom she +played with, tended, and loved, but Miss Roxy had not even a cat; and +when Nancy, in the longing of her loving little heart, took a +crook-necked squash out of the shed, tied a calico rag about its neck, +and made a dolly of it to be company for her in the little garret where +she slept, Miss Roxy hunted it up—for she kept count of everything she +had—boxed Nancy's ears soundly, and cut up poor little yellow Mary Ann, +and boiled her in a pot for pies.</p> + +<p>Until the mitten business began, Miss Roxy found it hard to find enough +work for the child's active fingers to do; but after that she had no +trouble in keeping the little girl busy, as poor Nancy found out to her +sorrow. The evenings of spring, when she used to love to sit on the +door-step with her apron over her head, and listen to the frogs peeping +in a swamp far below, were now spent in winding hanks of yarn, or +struggling, with stiff little fingers, to slip the loops off one needle +and on to another, her eyes tired with the dull light of a tallow +candle, and her head aching with the effort to learn and the slaps her +dullness earned from Miss Roxy's hard hands. It was worse as summer came +on, and she had to knit, knit, all the time, with not a minute to get +new posies for her garden. Only by early dawn did she get her chance to +watch the blue liverwort open its sunny cup; the white eggs of bloodroot +buds come suddenly out of the black ground; the tiny rows of small +flowers that children call "Dutchman's breeches" hang and flutter on +their red stems; the azure sand-violet, dancing columbine, purple +crane's-bill, lilac orchis, and queer moccasin flower make that hidden +corner gay and sweet.</p> + +<p>Even when school began, she had to work still. Miss Roxy was determined +to send a big box of double-knit mittens to John Jackson before winter +set in; and as fast as they were finished they were dampened, pressed, +and laid away in the old hair trunk in the garret where Nancy slept.</p> + +<p>Poor little girl! she hated the sight of mittens, and this summer a wild +wish came into her head, that grew and grew, as she sat alone at her +knitting, until it quite filled head and heart too.</p> + +<p>A child from the city, spending the summer near Bassett, came now and +then to school as a sort of pastime, and brought with her a doll that +really went to sleep when you laid it down: shut its bright blue eyes, +and never opened them until it was taken up!</p> + +<p>It seemed to lonely little Nancy that such a doll would be all anybody +could want in the world. If only Nancy had such a dear lovely creature +to sleep in her bed at night, and sit up in the door beside her while +she knit, she knew she would be perfectly happy; but that could never +be. However, after much dreaming, wishing, and planning, one day a +bright and desperate idea came across her. That night she asked a great +many questions of Miss Roxy, who at last gave her a sharp answer, and +told her to hold her tongue; but the child had found out all she wanted +to know and did not mind the crossness.</p> + +<p>Next morning she got up very early, and stealing across the garret, took +an old book from a dusty pile on a shelf, then with a pair of scissors +she had brought up overnight she cut out a blank leaf, and pinned it, +carefully folded, into the pocket of her dress.</p> + +<p>She did not go out-of-doors at the school recess, but took the pen with +which she had been writing her copy, and smoothing the paper out, wrote +this queer little letter:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Deer gentilman</span>,—I am a poor little gurl who nits mittins for Miss +Roxy. I am bound out and I havent got no folks of my own, not so +much as a verry smal baby. I wish I had a dol. I am real lonesum. +wil you send mee a dol. My naim is Nansy Peck, and I live to Mis +Roxy Blair's house in Baset Vermonte. I nit this mittin. when I am +big I wil pay for the dol.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">"<span class="smcap">Nansy Peck</span>."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The letter once written, and waved up and down under the desk to dry, +the paper was pinned into her pocket again, and when the next pair of +mittens she knit were done, pressed, caught together with a bit of yarn, +and sent up, by her, to the trunk, the daring and odd little note was +slipped safely inside one of them, and lay there several months +undiscovered.</p> + +<p>One bitter cold day, at the end of the next November, a young man came +hastily into John Jackson's shop in St. Joseph.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hullo!" he said. "I want a pair of those knit mittens of yours. I'm +ordered off to the Denver station, and they do say it's colder 'n blazes +there. Handling express packages ain't real warm work anyhow!"</p> + +<p>And so, while little Nancy, washing potatoes for dinner, wondered who +had got her mitten with the letter in it, Joe Harris, Adams Express +Agent for Denver, was cramming the pair into his pocket. The next week a +snow-squall with a gale and a half of wind swooped down on Denver with +all fury, and the new agent's teeth chattered and his hands smarted as +he stood waiting for the train that had just whistled; he pulled the +heavy mittens out of his overcoat pocket, twitched them apart, and +sticking his left hand into one of them, found the note. He had no time +to look at it then, for there was work on hand; but that evening, in the +bare little room at the hotel, he took the letter out of his pocket, +and, big strong man that he was, two great tears hopped out of his eyes +on to the eager, anxious little letter.</p> + +<p>"By jinks! she shall have her dolly!" he exclaimed, fetching his fist +down on the rickety table, where his lamp stood, with a thump that +almost sent lamp and all to the floor. But how to get it? Denver was no +place then, whatever it is now, to buy dolls, and Joe was much disturbed +at it; but it happened that the very next week he was recalled to St. +Louis on some business which must be seen to in person; so, just as soon +as his errand was done, he went about to all the toy-shops until he was +satisfied at last with a doll. And well he might be! the dolly was of +bisque, with movable eyes and real golden hair, joints in her arms and +legs, and a face almost as lovely as a real baby; for a baby doll it +was, in long clothes, with little corals to tie up its sleeves, and tiny +socks on its feet. Joe had it boxed up carefully, directed to Miss Nancy +Peck, at Bassett, Vermont, and then stepped into the express office, +told the story, and read the letter. The Superintendent had little girls +of his own.</p> + +<p>"It shall go free all the way there," he said, and wrote on the outside: +"Pass along the dolly, boys! get it there by Christmas, sure. Free. +X.Y.Z."</p> + +<p>So the doll-baby began its journey; and the story Joe Harris told at St. +Louis was told and retold from one messenger to another, and many a +smile did it rouse on the tired faces; and here one man tied on a gold +dollar wrapped in paper and tucked in under the box lid, and there +another added a box of candy, and another a bundle of gay calico for a +child's dress, and one a picture-book, each labelled "Merry Christmas +for Nancy," till the agent at the last large town had to put all the +things into a big box, and pack the corners with oranges.</p> + +<p>Can any words tell what Nancy thought when that box climbed up to her +from Bassett on Mr. Tucker's wagon—the very same wagon that brought her +from the poor-house? Luckily for her, Miss Roxy could not leave her bed, +where she had lain a month now with acute rheumatism; for when she heard +Nancy's story she was angry enough to box her ears well, and did scold +furiously, and call the poor child many a bad name for her "brazen +impudence," as she called it. But what did Nancy care when at last, with +an old hatchet, she had pried off the box lid, and discovered its hidden +treasures! Miss Roxy was glad enough of a sweet ripe orange, and stopped +scolding to eat it at once; but Nancy could not look at another thing +when the doll box was opened at last, and the lovely sleeping baby +discovered. The child could not speak. She threw her apron over her +head, and ran into the garret. Miss Roxy smiled grimly under her orange.</p> + +<p>"Little fool!" said she; "what upon airth does she want to cry for?"</p> + +<p>But all the expressmen smiled when each one read a quaint little letter +dropped soon after into the Bassett Post-office, and directed "To all +the adams express Gentlemen betwene Basset and st louis Miss." It was +duly forwarded along the line, and ran thus:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Dere gentlemen</span>,—I know by the Laybels how good everyboddy was, +and the doly is goodest of All, but everything is good. I Thank you +ten thowsand times. I am so glad, the Things was splendidd!</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">"<span class="smcap">Nansy Peck</span>."</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_YOUNG_TIN-TYPERS" id="THE_YOUNG_TIN-TYPERS">THE YOUNG TIN-TYPERS.</a></h2> + +<h3>PART II.</h3> + +<p>"Now," said Jim, "to-day is Thursday, and if you can mix the sensitive +bath, I will go down town and buy the other things that we need. Then +to-morrow we can prepare everything, and Saturday—oh, just think!—we +can take a picture."</p> + +<p>After Jim started off, Fred went to the dark chamber, which was a large +closet in their work-room, and at once set about preparing the mystic +solution to sensitize the plate.</p> + +<p>He first took some rain-water, and let it drip through a filter paper +placed in a glass funnel, to remove all the impurities that might be +suspended in it. Then he added the crystals of nitrate of silver; then a +few grains of iodide of potassium were added, when, to his surprise, a +yellow powder began to form. However, he put the mixture aside to +saturate, as the Professor had directed him, having first stirred it +with a small glass rod, and went to study his lessons for the next day.</p> + +<p>He had not been studying long before Jim entered, and with a very grand +air placed several small parcels on the table. He was about to explain +their contents, when he suddenly broke out in a wild fit of laughter. +"Why, Fred, what have you done to yourself?" said he.</p> + +<p>Fred looked up from his book, and found, to his great disgust, a number +of heavy black spots on his hands and coat. "Well, I don't see what that +is," he said.</p> + +<p>"I do," said Jim: "you have been and spattered yourself with silver, and +the sunlight has turned it black. You are in a nice fix, for nothing +will take it off."</p> + +<p>"The coat was only a work jacket," said Fred, "and I don't care a bit +about my hands. But let us see what you have bought."</p> + +<p>"In the first place," said Jim, opening his packages, "here are some tin +plates—great big fellows, too, and all for fifty cents. And here is +some collodion. These green crystals are sulphate of iron, and the man +says we must keep them in a very tight bottle, because if the air gets +at them they will spoil. He told me they were made of old nails and +sulphuric acid. Do you believe it? These green crystals we must dissolve +in water before using. This stuff in the bottle is acetic acid. Doesn't +it smell queer? And here is some hyposulphite of soda; and that's all. +Now let's get to work."</p> + +<p>The two hours were now over, and Fred returned to his silver bath, and +let it run through a filter, when, by rule, the bath was ready. It was +placed in a flask, and tightly corked.</p> + +<p>"Now, Jim," said Fred. "I guess we would better leave everything until +Saturday, because to-morrow we have an examination in algebra, and ought +to cram for that to-night; and to-morrow afternoon is the ball match, +and in the evening we shall be tired."</p> + +<p>At last Saturday morning came, bright and sunny, and the two boys began +in earnest the task of taking a picture.</p> + +<p>Fred had procured a tall narrow glass vessel to hold the silver bath, +and a glass dipper with which to suspend the plate, and having mixed the +developing and fixing solutions, the boys were at last ready.</p> + +<p>"Now you pour on the collodion," said Jim, "and put the plate in the +bath, while I get the camera in position and adjust the focus."</p> + +<p>"What are you going to take?" asked Fred.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I guess I'll try old Spriggins's back yard," answered the other. "He's +got a big grape-vine arbor there that will take immense."</p> + +<p>Fred, left to himself, poured the collodion over the plate, and gently +tilted it from side to side. The liquid did not flow evenly, but lay in +rings and streaks all over the surface.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't we try the Professor's gum-arabic, and save collodion!" he +exclaimed. But not discouraged by failure, he tried again, and by sheer +luck succeeded in making a smooth surface. In about five seconds he put +the plate in the bath, and awaited the result. When he removed it, +instead of being finely coated with silver, the plate appeared cracked, +greasy, and spotted.</p> + +<p>"Oh, misery!" he cried, "the bath is all full of yellow stuff. What +shall I do?"</p> + +<p>Hearing this, Jim returned to the laboratory, and with his usual +calmness simply said, "Filter."</p> + +<p>Fred did so, and in a few moments a clear bath was again obtained.</p> + +<p>"How did that happen, I wonder?" said Fred.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you allowed the collodion time enough to set," was the +answer. "Let me try this time."</p> + +<p>After a good deal of trouble with the collodion, Jim finally prepared a +smooth plate, which he allowed to wait thirty seconds, and then +carefully lowered it into the silver bath. After a few seconds he raised +it, and found it covered with streaks.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">OLD SPRIGGINS'S GRAPE ARBOR.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Put it back," said Fred; and in it went. In about thirty-five seconds +more, it was of that fine opal tint mentioned by the Professor. It was +then placed in the slide and carried to the camera. Jim pulled out his +watch, and with a forced smile to hide his nervousness said, "Go," and +Fred drew up the sliding door. When the plate had been exposed long +enough, as he thought, Jim cried, "Time," the door was closed, the slide +taken from the camera, and the boys returned with it to the dark +chamber.</p> + +<p>The plate was then taken from the slide, and Fred, seizing a bottle, +poured its contents over the opaline surface.</p> + +<p>"As if by magic—" Jim began.</p> + +<p>"Nothing appears," continued Fred, as he saw in astonishment every trace +of silver disappear from the plate, and the bare tin surface left +exposed. "I can't see through that," he added, in dismay.</p> + +<p>"I can," answered Jim: "you were in such a hurry that you poured on the +fixing solution instead of the developer, and of course that has +dissolved everything."</p> + +<p>Jim then prepared another plate with great care, placed it in the +camera, exposed it for such time as he thought fit, and returned with it +to the dark chamber. Removing it from the slide, he carefully poured on +the developer. By degrees the cloud on the surface dissolved, and a +picture slowly appeared, very imperfect, but still a picture.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="300" height="239" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">GLASS BATH AND DIPPER.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Isn't that splendid?" said Fred, enthusiastically; "it's just as +natural as life."</p> + +<p>Jim, cool and quiet as usual, washed the plate well with water, and +cautiously poured on the fixing solution, when the yellow coating of the +picture vanished, and old Spriggins's grape arbor came out in clear, +sharp lines.</p> + +<p>"Now, Fred," said he, "you calm down a little, and varnish this."</p> + +<p>"All right," answered Fred; and having lighted the spirit-lamp, he +poured on the varnish, and held the plate over the flame; but, alas! +there was a fizz, a vile smell, a great deal of smoke, and the pretty +picture was a mass of paste.</p> + +<p>"I won't have anything more to do with this part of the work," said +Fred, impatiently, throwing the spoiled plate on the floor. "I can play +doctor's shop, and mix up solutions as well as anybody, but this endless +dipping, washing, and drying takes more patience than I possess. I shall +leave that to you, Jim."</p> + +<p>"One more trial, and a perfect picture," answered Jim, quietly.</p> + +<p>The next attempt proceeded smoothly up to the varnishing-point, when Jim +said he would do it without the aid of heat. The picture was accordingly +varnished and stood away to dry, when after a few minutes it was found +to be covered with a white film which entirely obscured it. Fred +declared he would never try again, but Jim, more persevering, decided to +heat the plate a little, and see what happened. He passed it gently over +the spirit-lamp flame, when, to his great relief, the cloud vanished, +and the picture re-appeared, increased in brightness, and covered with a +coating thick enough to protect it from scratches.</p> + +<p>These boys had many other mishaps and disappointments before they became +skillful enough to be sure of obtaining a good picture. They learned, +too, that rules in books sound very easy, but that much practice and +experience are required to carry them out successfully. But having by +care and perseverance once conquered all obstacles, they had no end of +fun copying pictures for friends and school-mates.</p> + +<p>Having become very fair tin-typers, they are now ambitious to take +negatives on glass, and print from them. If they succeed in doing this +well, some day they may tell you all about it, if you are interested +enough to listen.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> + +<h4><a name="TOBY_TYLER" id="TOBY_TYLER">[Begun in No. 58 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h3>TOBY TYLER;</h3> + +<h3>OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.</h3> + +<h3>BY JAMES OTIS.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter VI</span>.</h3> + +<h3>A TENDER-HEARTED SKELETON.</h3> + +<p>"Now, then, lazy-bones," was Mr. Lord's warning cry as Toby came out of +the tent, "if you've fooled away enough of your time, you can come here +an' 'tend shop for me while I go to supper. You crammed yourself this +noon, an' it'll teach you a good lesson to make you go without anything +to eat to-night; it'll make you move round more lively in the future."</p> + +<p>Instead of becoming accustomed to such treatment as he was receiving +from his employers, Toby's heart grew more tender with each brutal word, +and this last punishment—that of losing his supper—caused the poor boy +more sorrow than blows would. Mr. Lord started for the hotel as he +concluded his cruel speech, and poor little Toby, going behind the +counter, leaned his head upon the rough boards, and cried as if his +heart would break.</p> + +<p>All the fancied brightness and pleasure of a circus life had vanished, +and in its place was the bitterness of remorse that he had repaid Uncle +Daniel's kindness by the ingratitude of running away. Toby thought then +that if he could only nestle his little red head on the pillows of his +little bed in that rough room at Uncle Daniel's, he would be the +happiest and best boy, in the future, in all the great wide world.</p> + +<p>While he was still sobbing away at a most furious rate he heard a voice +close at his elbow, and looking up, he saw the thinnest man he had ever +seen in all his life. The man had flesh-colored tights on, and a +spangled red velvet garment—that was neither pants, because there were +no legs to it, nor a coat, because it did not come above his waist—made +up the remainder of his costume. Because he was so wonderfully thin, +because of the costume which he wore, and because of a highly colored +painting which was hanging in front of one of the small tents, Toby knew +that the Living Skeleton was before him, and his big brown eyes opened +all the wider as he gazed at him.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter, little fellow?" asked the man, in a kindly tone. +"What makes you cry so? Has Job been up to his old tricks again?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know what his old tricks are"—and Toby sobbed, his tears +coming again because of the sympathy which this man's voice expressed +for him—"but I know that he's a mean, ugly thing, that's what I know; +an' if I could only get back to Uncle Dan'l, there hain't elephants +enough in all the circuses in the world to pull me away again."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you run away from home, did you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did," sobbed Toby, "an' there hain't any boy in any +Sunday-school book that ever I read that was half so sorry he'd been bad +as I am. It's awful; an' now I can't have any supper, 'cause I stopped +to talk with Mr. Stubbs."</p> + +<p>"Is Mr. Stubbs one of your friends?" asked the skeleton, as he seated +himself on Mr. Lord's own private seat.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is, an' he's the only one in this whole circus who 'pears to be +sorry for me. You'd better not let Mr. Lord see you sittin' in that +chair, or he'll raise a row."</p> + +<p>"Job won't raise any row with me," said the skeleton. "But who is this +Mr. Stubbs? I don't seem to know anybody by that name."</p> + +<p>"I don't think that is his name. I only call him so, 'cause he looks so +much like a feller I know who is named Stubbs."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> + +<p>This satisfied the skeleton that this Mr. Stubbs must be some one +attached to the show, and he asked,</p> + +<p>"Has Job been whipping you?"</p> + +<p>"No; Ben, the driver on the cart where I ride, told him not to do that +again; but he hain't going to let me have any supper, 'cause I was so +slow about my work, though I wasn't slow; I only talked to Mr. Stubbs +when there wasn't anybody round his cage."</p> + +<p>"Sam! Sam! Sam-u-el!"</p> + +<p>This name, which was shouted twice in a quick, loud voice, and the third +time in a slow manner, ending almost in a screech, did not come from +either Toby or the skeleton, but from an enormously large woman, dressed +in a gaudy red and black dress, cut very short, and with low neck and an +apology for sleeves, who had just come out from the tent whereon the +picture of the Living Skeleton hung.</p> + +<p>"Samuel," she screamed again, "come inside this minute, or you'll catch +your death o' cold, an' I shall have you wheezin' around with the +phthisic all night. Come in, Sam-u-el."</p> + +<p>"That's her," said the skeleton to Toby, as he pointed his thumb in the +direction of the fat woman, but paid no attention to the outcry she was +making—"that's my wife Lilly, an' she's the fat woman of the show. +She's always yellin' after me that way the minute I get out for a little +fresh air, an' she's always sayin' just the same thing. Bless you, I +never have the phthisic, but she does awful; an' I s'pose 'cause she's +so large she can't feel all over her, an' thinks it's me that has it."</p> + +<p>"Is—is all that—is that your wife?" stammered Toby, in astonishment, +as he looked at the enormously fat woman who stood in the tent door, and +then at the wonderfully thin man who sat beside him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's her," said the skeleton. "She weighs pretty nigh four +hundred, though of course the show cards says it's over six hundred, an' +she earns almost as much money as I do. Of course she can't get so much, +for skeletons is much scarcer than fat folks; but we make a pretty good +thing travellin' together."</p> + +<p>"Sam-u-el," again came a cry from the fat woman, "are you never coming +in?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet, my angel," said the skeleton, placidly, as he crossed one thin +leg over the other, and looked calmly at her. "Come here an' see Job's +new boy."</p> + +<p>"Your imprudence is wearin' me away so that I sha'n't be worth five +dollars a week to any circus," she said, impatiently; but at the same +time she came toward the candy stand quite as rapidly as her very great +size would admit.</p> + +<p>"This is my wife Lilly—Mrs. Treat," said the skeleton, with a proud +wave of the hand, as he rose from his seat and gazed admiringly at her. +"This is my flower, my queen, Mr.—Mr.—"</p> + +<p>"Tyler," said Toby, supplying the name which the skeleton—or Mr. Treat, +as Toby now learned his name was—"Tyler is my name, Toby Tyler."</p> + +<p>"Why, what a little chap you are!" said Mrs. Treat, paying no attention +to the awkward little bend of the head which Toby had intended for a +bow. "How small he is, Samuel!"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the skeleton, reflectively, as he looked Toby over from head +to foot, as if he were mentally trying to calculate exactly how many +inches high he was, "he is small; but he's got all the world before him +to grow in, an' if he only eats enough— There, that reminds me. Job +isn't going to give him any supper, because he didn't work hard enough."</p> + +<p>"He won't, won't he?" exclaimed the large lady, savagely. "Oh, he's a +precious one, he is, an' some day I shall just give him a good shakin' +up, that's what I'll do. I get all out of patience with that man's +ugliness."</p> + +<p>"An' she'll do just what she says," said the skeleton to Toby, with an +admiring shake of the head. "That woman hain't afraid of anybody, an' I +wouldn't be a bit surprised if she did give Job a pretty rough time."</p> + +<p>Toby thought, as he looked at her, that she was large enough to give +'most any one a pretty rough time, but he did not venture to say so. +While he was looking first at her, and then at her very thin husband, +the skeleton told his wife the little which he had learned regarding the +boy's history, and when he had concluded she waddled away toward her +tent.</p> + +<p>"Great woman that," said the skeleton, as he saw her disappear within +the tent.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Toby, "she's the greatest I ever saw."</p> + +<p>"I mean that she's got a great head. Now you'll see about how much she +cares for what Job says."</p> + +<p>"If I was as big as her," said Toby, with just a shade of envy in his +voice, "I wouldn't be afraid of anybody."</p> + +<p>"It hain't so much the size," said the skeleton, sagely—"it hain't so +much the size, my boy; for I can scare that woman almost to death when I +feel like it."</p> + +<p>Toby looked for a moment at Mr. Treat's thin legs and arms, and then he +said, warningly, "I wouldn't feel like it very often if I was you, Mr. +Treat, 'cause she might break some of your bones if you didn't happen to +scare her enough."</p> + +<p>"Don't fear for me, my boy—don't fear for me; you'll see how I manage +her if you stay with the circus long enough. Now I often—"</p> + +<p>If Mr. Treat was going to confide a family secret to Toby, it was fated +that he should not hear it then, for Mrs. Treat had just come out of her +tent, carrying in her hands a large tin plate piled high with a +miscellaneous assortment of pie, cake, bread, and meat.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 322px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="322" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">TOBY GETS HIS SUPPER.</span> +</div> + +<p>She placed this in front of Toby, and as she did so she handed him two +pictures.</p> + +<p>"There, little Toby Tyler," she said—"there's something for you to eat, +if Mr. Job Lord and his precious partner Jacobs did say you shouldn't +have any supper; an' I've brought you a picture of Samuel an' me. We +sell 'em for ten cents apiece, but I'm going to give them to you, +because I like the looks of you."</p> + +<p>Toby was quite overcome with the presents, and seemed at a loss how to +thank her for them. He attempted to speak, couldn't get the words out at +first, and then he said, as he put the two photographs in the same +pocket with his money: "You're awful good to me, an' when I get to be a +man I'll give you lots of things. I wasn't so very hungry, if I am such +a big eater, but I did want something."</p> + +<p>"Bless your dear little heart, and you shall have something to eat," +said the fat woman, as she seized Toby, squeezed him close up to her, +and kissed his freckled face as kindly as if it had been as fair and +white as possible. "You shall eat all you want to, an' if you get the +stomach-ache, as Samuel does sometimes when he's been eatin' too much, +I'll give you some catnip tea out of the same dipper that I give him +his. He's a great eater, Samuel is," she added, in a burst of +confidence, "an' it's a wonder to me what he does with it all +sometimes."</p> + +<p>"Is he?" exclaimed Toby, quickly. "How funny that is! for I'm an awful +eater. Why, Uncle Dan'l used to say that I ate twice as much as I ought +to, an' it never made me any bigger. I wonder what's the reason?"</p> + +<p>"I declare I don't know," said the fat woman, thoughtfully, "an' I've +wondered at it time an' time again. Some folks is made that way, an' +some folks is made different. Now I don't eat enough to keep a chicken +alive, an' yet I grow fatter an' fatter every day—don't I, Samuel?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed you do, my love," said the skeleton, with a world of pride in +his voice; "but you mustn't feel bad about it, for every pound you gain +makes you worth just so much more to the show."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I wasn't worryin'; I was only wonderin'; but we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> must go, Samuel, +for the poor child won't eat a bit while we are here. After you've eaten +what there is there, bring the plate in to me," she said to Toby, as she +took her lean husband by the arm and walked him off toward their own +tent.</p> + +<p>Toby gazed after them a moment, and then he commenced a vigorous attack +upon the eatables which had been so kindly given him. Of the food which +he had taken from the dinner table he had eaten some while he was in the +tent, and after that he had entirely forgotten that he had any in his +pocket; therefore at the time that Mrs. Treat had brought him such a +liberal supply he was really very hungry.</p> + +<p>He succeeded in eating nearly all the food which had been brought to +him, and the very small quantity which remained he readily found room +for in his pockets. Then he washed the plate nicely, and seeing no one +in sight, he thought he could leave the booth long enough to return the +plate.</p> + +<p>He ran with it quickly into the tent occupied by the thin man and fat +woman, and handed it to her with a profusion of thanks for her kindness.</p> + +<p>"Did you eat it all?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Well," hesitated Toby, "there was two doughnuts an' a piece of pie left +over, an' I put them in my pocket. If you don't care, I'll eat them some +time to-night."</p> + +<p>"You shall eat it whenever you want to, an' any time that you get hungry +again, you come right to me."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, marm. I must go now, for I left the store all alone."</p> + +<p>"Run, then; an' if Job Lord abuses you, just let me know it, an' I'll +keep him from cuttin' up any monkey shines."</p> + +<p>Toby hardly heard the end of her sentence, so great was his haste to get +back to the booth; and just as he emerged from the tent, on a quick run, +he received a blow on the ear which sent him sprawling in the dust, and +he heard Mr. Job Lord's angry voice as it said, "So, just the moment my +back is turned, you leave the stand to take care of itself, do you, an' +run around tryin' to plot some mischief against me, eh?" and the brute +kicked the prostrate boy twice with his heavy boot.</p> + +<p>"Please don't kick me again," pleaded Toby. "I wasn't gone but a minute, +an' I wasn't doing anything bad."</p> + +<p>"You're lying now, an' you know it, you young cub!" exclaimed the angry +man as he advanced to kick the boy again. "I'll let you know who you've +got to deal with when you get hold of me."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 328px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="328" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">JOB LORD LEARNS A LESSON.</span> +</div> + +<p>"And I'll let you know who you've got to deal with when you get hold of +me," said a woman's voice; and just as Mr. Lord had raised his foot to +kick the boy again, the fat woman had seized him by the collar, jerked +him back over one of the tent ropes, and left him quite as prostrate as +he had left Toby. "Now, Job Lord," said the angry woman, as she towered +above the thoroughly enraged but thoroughly frightened man, "I want you +to understand that you can't knock and beat this boy while I'm around. +I've seen enough of your capers, an' I'm going to put a stop to them. +That boy wasn't in this tent more than two minutes, an' he attends to +his work better than any one you have ever had; so see that you treat +him decent. Get up," she said to Toby, who had not dared to rise from +the ground, "and if he offers to strike you again, come to me."</p> + +<p>Toby scrambled to his feet, and ran to the booth in time to attend to +one or two customers who had just come up. He could see from out the +corner of his eye that Mr. Lord had arisen to his feet also, and was +engaged in an angry conversation with Mrs. Treat, the result of which he +very much feared would be another and a worse whipping for him.</p> + +<p>But in this he was mistaken, for Mr. Lord, after the conversation was +ended, came toward the booth, and began to attend to his business +without speaking one word to Toby. When Mr. Jacobs returned from his +supper Mr. Lord took him by the arm, walked him out toward the rear of +the tents, and Toby was very positive that he was to be the subject of +their conversation, and it made him not a little uneasy.</p> + +<p>It was not until nearly time for the performance to begin that Mr. Lord +returned, and he had nothing to say to Toby save to tell him to go into +the tent and begin his work there. The boy was only too glad to escape +so easily, and he went to his work with as much alacrity as if he were +about entering upon some pleasure.</p> + +<p>When he met Mr. Jacobs, that gentleman spoke to him very sharply about +being late, and seemed to think it no excuse at all that he had just +been relieved from the outside work by Mr. Lord.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CLEOPATRAS_NEEDLE" id="CLEOPATRAS_NEEDLE">CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE.</a></h2> + +<h3>ABOUT TO BE ERECTED IN THE CENTRAL PARK, NEW YORK.</h3> + +<h3>BY REV. J. S. HOLME.</h3> + +<p>Cleopatra's Needle is not such a needle as we use to sew with: it is a +great stone—sometimes called an obelisk—nearly seventy feet long, and +about seven feet square at the base on which it stands. Its sides +gradually taper from the bottom until at the top it ends in a small +pointed four-sided pyramid. It is of red granite, and the sides are +covered all over with pictures of birds, animals, and other things, cut +into the stone. It is called a needle because it is so long and slender. +But why it should be called Cleopatra's Needle is not quite so clear. +Cleopatra was a famous Queen who lived in Egypt a little while before +the birth of Christ. She was a very beautiful woman, and well educated; +but she did many foolish things, and some very wicked things; and, as +such people often are, she, though a great Queen, was at last so very +unhappy that she wickedly put an end to her own life.</p> + +<p>This obelisk was at first erected by Thothmes III., one of the old Kings +of Egypt, at Heliopolis, about 3600 years ago. It was taken from that +place to Alexandria, where Cleopatra lived, not long after her death, by +the Roman Emperor Augustus Cæsar, as a trophy of his victory over the +Kings of Egypt, and it was called "Cleopatra's Needle," we suppose, +merely in compliment to the late Queen.</p> + +<p>Egypt is supposed to be the oldest nation in the world. The Kings used +to be called Pharaohs, and many of them were very great and powerful. +Some were great warriors, others were great builders—builders of +pyramids, cities, temples, and obelisks. They were very vain of their +glory, and they were great boasters, fond of inscribing their names and +deeds on stone. Cleopatra's Needle is one of two great obelisks which +one of these Pharaohs erected, and placed one on each side of the +entrance to the Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis. The Egyptians +worshipped the sun as their god under the name of Ra, and the name of +Pharaoh, by which the Egyptian Kings were known, means "a son of the +sun."</p> + +<p>The Pharaohs did great honor to their sun-god, as they thought they were +his children. The Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis was the greatest in +all Egypt, and its ruins now cover nearly a mile in extent. Thothmes +erected these obelisks at the entrance to this Temple of the Sun, partly +in honor to the sun-god, and partly to honor himself, as he wrote his +own history up and down the sides of the obelisk, not in letters such as +we use, but in pictures of birds, animals, and other things, which kind +of writing these old Egyptians used, and we call them hieroglyphics. +This obelisk stood a great many years near the door of this temple at +Heliopolis—or, as it is called in the Bible, "the city of On"—where it +was at first erected.</p> + +<p>Some of the children may remember that a few weeks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> ago, in the regular +Sunday-school lesson, it is said that "Pharaoh gave to Joseph in +marriage Asenath, the daughter of Poti-pherah, priest of On." This +Poti-pherah was the high-priest—a very great man in Egypt, and lived in +the Temple of the Sun at On. And it is quite likely that this very +obelisk stood before his door on the day that Joseph married his +daughter Asenath. And if this is so, is it not wonderful that this great +stone that weighs 213 tons, on which Joseph may have looked on his +wedding day 3600 years ago, should now be in a country 5000 miles away, +of which the old Egyptians never heard? And is it not still more +wonderful that, while the children in the Sunday-schools of America +should be studying their regular Bible lesson about Joseph's marriage, +this great obelisk, that stood at the door of his father-in-law's house, +should be lying in the street, at the door of one of our schools, on its +way to the Central Park in New York?</p> + +<p>But now we must tell you how this great obelisk came to be brought to +this country. Obelisks are great curiosities. There are only a few large +ones in the world. These all used to be in Egypt, and the Egyptians +thought a great deal of them. But four or five of these were taken at +different times, without leave of the people of Egypt, to different +countries in Europe. Two stand in Rome, one in Constantinople, one in +Paris, and one in London. Now Mehemet Ali, the late Khedive of Egypt, +had a great liking for America. He thought that the United States had +treated him better than the European nations; and it seemed to him that +we ought to have an obelisk as well as the nations of Europe. And when +the American Consul asked for one, he said, "I will think of it." It was +supposed he might give us a little one. But no one ever thought of +asking for "Cleopatra's Needle" at Alexandria: this was one of the +largest and most beautiful in all Egypt. But it so happened that this +obelisk stood very near the sea. The waves of the Mediterranean rolled +right up to its base. There was great danger of its being undermined. It +was thought already to begin to lean a little. Many feared it would soon +fall. This gave the Khedive great anxiety; and so he proposed to remove +it to another part of the city of Alexandria. But this would cost a +great deal of money, and the Khedive was not at this time rich; so he +proposed that the wealthy men of the city should raise by subscription +one-half of the money needed to remove it, and he would provide the +other half. But the people of Alexandria thought the government ought to +do it all, and did not subscribe a dollar. At this Mehemet Ali was +greatly displeased; and he thereupon made up his mind to make this +beautiful obelisk a present from Egypt, the oldest nation of the world, +to the United States of America, the youngest nation. And glad, indeed, +we were to get it; and sorry enough were the Egyptians at last to lose +it.</p> + +<p>One of our wealthy citizens, on learning the intention of the Khedive of +Egypt, said he would pay $75,000, the estimated cost of its removal, +when the obelisk should be erected in the Central Park.</p> + +<p>Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe, U.S.N., undertook the task of bringing it +over—and a very great one it has been; but he has done it with great +skill and success, and thus far at his own expense and risk. And it will +cost much more to complete the work than the $75,000 promised; but New +York, without doubt, will see Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe repaid for +his outlay, for it will be a great thing to have a genuine Egyptian +obelisk, Cleopatra's Needle, in the Central Park in this city.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 299px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="299" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE MONKEYS.</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MURDER_OF_THE_PRINCES_IN_THE_TOWER" id="THE_MURDER_OF_THE_PRINCES_IN_THE_TOWER">THE MURDER OF THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER.</a></h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="500" height="407" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE UNFORTUNATE PRINCES.</span> +</div> + +<p>One of the wickedest acts of the wicked King Richard III. of England was +the murder of his two young nephews in the Tower. He had seized upon the +crown that belonged of right to them, and had shut them up in a gloomy +cell of that huge castle that still stands on the banks of the Thames, +below London. They were separated from their mother, the widow of the +late King Edward IV., and kept like prisoners and criminals in the part +of the vast fortress now known as "the Bloody Tower." The elder, Edward, +Prince of Wales (now Edward V., King of England), was thirteen, his fair +and gentle brother, the Duke of York, only eleven.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> Their cruel uncle +sent orders to the Governor of the Tower, Brackenbury, to put them to +death secretly, but the honest man refused to do so wicked an act. +Richard then placed Sir James Tyrrel, his evil instrument, in command of +the fortress for a single day; the keys of the gates and cells were +given up to him by Brackenbury, and the plans for the murder were +carefully prepared by the King. Tyrrel hired two hardened +criminals—John Dighton, his own groom, and Miles Forest, a murderer by +trade—to commit the act, and remove from their uncle's path the two +innocent princes who might yet dispute his title to the throne.</p> + +<p>It was a dark and gloomy night when Tyrrel, followed by his two +assassins, crept up the narrow stone staircase that led to the room +where the young children were confined. He found them clasped in each +other's arms asleep, having just repeated their prayers, and lying on a +bed. It is easy to imagine the terrors of the poor children in that +stony and gloomy chamber, shut out from their mother and all their +friends, and seeing only the cold, strange faces of their jailers. But +now they had forgotten all their sorrows in a sleep that was to be their +last. What dreams they may have had at that fearful moment no one can +ever tell. By the light of a flickering torch Tyrrel probably looked +into the chamber to see that his victims were safe. But he did not go +in, and stood watching and listening at the door while Dighton and +Forest performed their dreadful deed. They took the pillows and bolsters +from the bed, pressed them over the faces of the children, and thus +smothered them to death. When they were dead they carried their bodies +down the long staircase, and buried them under a heap of stones at its +foot. It was reported that Richard III., touched by an unusual feeling +of superstition, had removed them to consecrated ground, and that the +place of their final burial was unknown. But long afterward, in the +reign of Charles II., when it was found necessary to take away the +stones, and dig in the spot where it was supposed the assassins had laid +them, the bones of two persons were found that corresponded to the ages +of the young princes. They were buried by the King beneath a marble +monument.</p> + +<p>But wherever they slept, the murder of his nephews must have forever +haunted the brain of the wicked Richard III. His people hated and feared +him. He grew every day more cruel and tyrannical; he murdered friend and +foe. At last Henry, Earl of Richmond, of the house of Lancaster, landed +in England with a small force, which was soon increased by the general +hatred of the King. The nobility and the people flocked to his camp. His +army was soon very strong. Richard, at the head of a powerful force, +marched to meet his rival, and on Bosworth Field, August 22, 1485, the +decisive battle was fought. Richard was betrayed, as he deserved, by his +own officers. He rode raging on horseback around the field, and when he +saw Henry before him, rushed upon him to cut him down. He killed one of +his knights, but was stricken from his horse, and fell dead in the +crowd. Then the soldiers cried, "Long live King Henry!" and that night +Richard's body, flung across the back of a horse, was carried into +Leicester to be buried. His wicked reign had lasted only two years.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="MISS_SOPHONISBA_SYLVIA_PLANTAGENET_TUDOR" id="MISS_SOPHONISBA_SYLVIA_PLANTAGENET_TUDOR">MISS SOPHONISBA SYLVIA PLANTAGENET TUDOR.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY LILLIAS C. DAVIDSON.</h3> + +<p>Far away, across, the blue Atlantic, lies an island—not a very big +island, but a wonderful one, for all that. Its name is England. Who +knows what is the capital? London? quite right; I see the Young People +are well up in their geography. Well, in this London there is a great +square called Portland Place, and before one of its big tall houses +there was standing a carriage one bright afternoon.</p> + +<p>Presently the house door was flung wide open by a most gentlemanly +butler in black, and down the steps there came an imposing procession.</p> + +<p>First, Lady Ponsonby, in silks and laces, very stately and very +beautiful; then little Ethel; and last, but not least—oh no, indeed! by +no means least—Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor, closely +clasped in the arms of her doting mother, Miss Ethel.</p> + +<p>"What, only a doll?"</p> + +<p>My dear Young People, can it be possible that I hear you say "only"? +Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor was by far the most important +member of the present party—at all events, Ethel would have told you +so, for so she firmly believed. Never was there so lovely a doll. Eyes +like violets; real golden hair, cut with a Gainsborough fringe (what you +American little girls called "banged," although why, I don't know, I am +sure); complexion as beautiful as wax and paint could make it; and a +costume which was the admiration and envy of every one of Ethel's +particular friends. Muriel Brabazon, who lived in Park Lane, had +actually shed tears when she saw Miss S. S. P. Tudor's new black satin +jacket with its jet fringe; but then poor Muriel had no mamma, and was +not as well brought up as might be desired.</p> + +<p>All the same, Miss Sophonisba was a pride and joy to any possessor, and +Ethel felt a thrill of calm happiness at every fresh glance that was +cast at their carriage as they drove quickly through the busy streets +toward the Park. Hyde Park, you must know, is to London what the Central +Park is to New York; and in it there is a long drive called Rotten Row, +where London people go in crowds, and on this afternoon it was a perfect +crush of carriages of every description.</p> + +<p>The Ponsonby carriage had to go at a slow and stately pace, and all the +throngs of people who walked by the side of the Row, or sat on the green +chairs under the trees, had a fine opportunity of gazing their fill at +Miss Plantagenet Tudor's glories.</p> + +<p>All at once there was a little stir and flutter among the crowd, and +murmurs ran about from one to another of "The Princess! the Princess!" +Ethel clapped her hands, and nearly danced upon her seat, for this was +almost <i>too</i> delightful; and in another minute there came in sight a +very plain, neat carriage, with dark horses, and servants in sober +liveries, and there, smiling and bowing, sat the sweet and gracious lady +who will probably one day be Queen of England. She is so good and so +charming that the English people love her dearly; and all the +gentlemen's hats came off in a minute, and all the ladies bowed, and +everybody looked as pleased as possible. As for Ethel, she bowed so hard +that she looked like a little Chinese Mandarin, and even jumped up to +get another glimpse as they passed, for their own carriage was just +turning out of the great Park gates to go home to Portland Place. +Actually, for five minutes, she had forgotten her beloved doll; but what +may not happen in five minutes?</p> + +<p>"Sophonisba Sylvia, my precious," she murmured, turning to take her in +her motherly arms, "did you see the Princess? Isn't she +<i>loverly</i>?—almost as beautiful as you?" But here she stopped quite +short.</p> + +<p>Alas! it is almost too dreadful to go on writing about. How can I tell +you? There was no Miss Sophonisba S. P. Tudor! She had totally vanished.</p> + +<p>Oh, poor, poor Ethel! Nine years old, and beginning to learn German +verbs, and yet her tears rained down like an April shower.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my Sophonisba! The best, the dearest, of my twenty-three dolls! Oh, +mamma! mamma! <i>can</i> I go on living without her?"</p> + +<p>"Ethel, my own," cried her distracted mother, clasping her in her arms, +"don't cry, my pet, don't cry. We'll advertise for her; we'll offer +rewards; we'll go to Creamer's this moment, and buy you another; we'll +send to Paris, Vienna, anywhere."</p> + +<p>But oh! you among my readers who are mothers of dolls yourselves, you +can fancy how Ethel rejected this last consolation. Another doll! Could +there be another Sophonisba? Never! oh, never! And should her place be +taken by another, even if there were?</p> + +<p>"Please, mamma," she murmured, burying her tear-stained face in Lady +Ponsonby's best silk mantle, "I would so much rather not. I don't want +another. I couldn't love any one else like her. Oh, Sophy Sylvia!"</p> + +<p>No use to look for the dear lost one. They drove back the whole way they +had come, and asked five policemen, but not a trace was to be found.</p> + +<p>But where, all this time, was Miss Plantagenet Tudor? Scarcely had she +recovered her senses from the shock of her violent fall upon the wood +pavement at Hyde Park Corner, when she was seized by the waist, and a +rich Irish brogue greeted her ears.</p> + +<p>"Arrah, thin, what an illigant doll! Sure and it's wild wid joy Norah'll +be to get it. Come along, me darlint."</p> + +<p>Then perhaps she fainted with horror, for the next thing she was aware +of was being clasped in the arms of a little girl, nearly the same age +as her beloved little mistress, but ah! how different in all but age!—a +little red-haired girl, clean and tidy, to be sure, but with what +patched and faded clothes, what little red rough hands, what a loud +voice, and what an accent! Neither Miss Tudor's nerves nor her temper +could stand it. She made her back far stiffer than nature and Mr. +Creamer had ever intended it to be, and refused all comfort. In fact, +did what in a less distinguished and high-bred doll would have been +called sulking; and little Norah at last left her in despair, with a +sorrowful sigh.</p> + +<p>It really was not for three days after this that she came out of +her—well, yes, sulks; and that was because she was disturbed by a +terrible noise of sobbing and crying.</p> + +<p>"Och, thin, don't ye now, Norah—don't ye. It's no mortal use, I tell +ye; we'll have to go to prison, and that's the blessed truth. My lady's +grand lace handkerchief, and it's worth three guineas or more; and the +housekeeper says as it's never come home, and I'll swear I sint it; and +how iver are we to pay at all, at all?"</p> + +<p>Now Miss Plantagenet Tudor had by no means a bad heart; she felt really +sorry to see such distress. However, it was no business of hers, and she +was just going off into her dignified gloom again, when her blue eyes +spied something thin, white, and lace-like under the edge of the big +chest in the corner.</p> + +<p>There was the missing handkerchief, the cause of all this woe. Should +she show it to them, and make the poor things happy? Yes, she would; she +knew Ethel would, if she were there. And so, with the lofty grace which +was all her own, Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor fell flat, +face downward, upon the floor, with one stiff arm stuck out straight +before her.</p> + +<p>Norah rushed to pick her up, and as she stooped she too saw the +handkerchief, and clutched at it.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>"La, Miss Ethel," said the little school-room maid, "there's such a +funny tale Mrs. O'Flannigan's been telling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> in the kitchen. I know you'd +like to hear it—it's about a doll."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Susan, I don't think I can bear to hear about dolls to-night. Who's +Mrs. O'Flannigan?"</p> + +<p>"The washer-woman, miss; and she lost your ma's best +pocket-handkerchief, and very likely would have had to gone to prison, +and been hung" (oh, Susan! Susan! that was a dreadful stretch of +imagination on your part), "only her little girl Norah's doll fell down, +and when they picked it up it was a-pointing in the corner, and there +was the pocket-handkerchief; and Norah she says she's sure she done it a +purpose."</p> + +<p>"Why, of course she must have. What a dear delightful doll! I think, +Susan, really, that I should like to see her. May I?"</p> + +<p>"La, miss, of course you may. I'll tell Mrs. O'Flannigan to bring her."</p> + +<p>Ah, little did Sophonisba Sylvia guess where she was going that evening +when Norah wrapped her carefully in a corner of her shawl, and trotted +off by Mrs. O'Flannigan's side through the gas-lit streets! They went in +by the kitchen steps—a way Miss Tudor had never been before; but +somehow the great tiled hall looked strangely familiar; and who was that +coming a little timidly out of a door held open by a tall and powdered +footman?</p> + +<p>Ah, dear Young People, it is as hard to write of joy as of sorrow. +Ethel's shriek rang through the house, and brought her papa, Sir Edward, +from his billiards, and Lady Ponsonby from her drawing-room, in a +tremendous hurry.</p> + +<p>Norah went home happy in the possession of five dolls out of Ethel's +twenty-three, and her good fortune did not stop there. Indeed, she had +the greatest reason to bless the day when Miss Sophonisba Sylvia +Plantagenet Tudor had her eventful fall from the Ponsonby carriage at +Hyde Park Corner.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="MILDREDS_BARGAIN" id="MILDREDS_BARGAIN">[Begun in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 58, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</h2> + +<h3>A Story for Girls.</h3> + +<h3>BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter VI</span>.</h3> + +<p>"Miss Lee," said Mr. Tom, as Milly entered the store Wednesday morning, +"will you please to take my place for two hours at the desk? I have +something to do for father."</p> + +<p>Milly had once or twice filled the same office, and so she quietly sat +down upon Tom's stool, receiving his directions about the money wearily.</p> + +<p>"I've been counting the money over," he said, rather insolently, "and I +know <i>just</i> what is there."</p> + +<p>Mildred glanced up with a slight surprise. She had not fully understood +"Mr. Tom" of late. He and his sister, who served in the cloak-room, were +both, as she knew, jealous of her indifference to them. Their conduct +hitherto she had perfectly understood, but not their extreme suavity of +the last week. Mary Hardman had determined to make an "intimate friend" +of Mildred when it was known she had visited Miss Jenner, but the vulgar +ostentation of her employer's daughter completely shocked Milly's better +taste; and so, while she openly snubbed the brother, she took care to +withdraw, though civilly, from the sister's advances. This had produced +the effect of irritating Miss Hardman, wounding her self-love, and +bringing out all the latent vulgarity in her nature, so that poor Milly +was constantly subjected to annoyance and rudeness, which she bore only +through fear of losing her place; but the new part toward her was more +annoying than the old. Miss Hardman received her with smiles, while Tom +was sarcastically polite to her on all occasions.</p> + +<p>Mildred made no answer to his remark about the money. In fact, after an +unusually fatiguing night with her mother, she was too weary to speak, +and sat leaning her head on her hand, only moving to respond to the call +of "Cash!" at the desk window. How good the money looked, Mildred +thought, as she slipped the notes between her fingers! Over and again +she had the sum she needed in her hands—if conscience was not in the +way. "Yes," thought Milly, "that is how temptation steps in."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Deborah was standing in the kitchen window the next evening when Mildred +came down from her mother's room, asking her to relieve her for ten +minutes.</p> + +<p>"My 'business' woman is coming in the gate, Debby," she said, with a +nervous laugh; "but it will be her last visit, and after she goes away I +will tell you all about her."</p> + +<p>Deborah went up stairs a little mollified, and Mildred prepared to +confront her "Shylock."</p> + +<p>"Here I am," said Mrs. Robbins, shaking out her skirts, and sitting down +as soon as she entered the bare little parlor, "and here I'm likely to +remain, for I know what I mean to <i>have</i> instead of money if you don't +pay me; and I know," added the woman, with her insolent laugh—"I know +you haven't it, for old Mr. Hardman refused to lend it to you +yesterday."</p> + +<p>Mildred flushed, but she returned the woman's bold stare with a look of +quiet dignity.</p> + +<p>"You are mistaken, Mrs. Robbins," she said, producing a roll of bills. +"Here is your money. Will you be kind enough to give me a receipt as +quickly as possible?"</p> + +<p>The peddler stared, but she could offer no further remonstrance. There +were the bills, fresh enough, and genuine. She took the money in her +hands, counted it over and again, and then, with angry reluctance, and a +glance at the ornaments in the room, which showed what she had "meant to +have," she wrote her receipt and departed....</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>"And that's the whole story, Deborah," whispered Milly, an hour later, +as she and the good old woman sat over the fire in Mrs. Lee's room. +"It's nearly killed me this winter—but I <i>can't possibly tell you</i> +where or how I got the money. I scarcely like to think of it myself," +and Mildred rose with the air Debby knew very well, and which plainly +said, "You'll hear no more."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Deborah, "I won't ask if I'm bid not. I only hope no +trouble'll come of it."</p> + +<p>"Trouble!" said Milly, rather sharply. Deborah did not know how tired +and ill she felt, and, indeed, poor Milly was very near a hearty burst +of crying. She was relieved of one anxiety, she thought, as she lay down +to sleep in her mother's room; but had she not burdened herself with +another?</p> + +<p>On entering the store two days later, Milly observed a certain air of +reserve among the girls nearest her, yet they all looked at her +critically. One or two whispered as she went by them with her usual +friendly "Good-morning," and others gave a little significant toss to +head or shoulders as she spoke. Mary Hardman was busy in the cloak-room, +and as Mildred entered she said, with a short laugh,</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you will be wanted here to-day, Miss Lee. However, +father's coming in directly, and he'll tell you for himself."</p> + +<p>Before Mildred could answer, the burly figure of Mr. Hardman senior came +toward them.</p> + +<p>"'Morning, Miss Lee," he said, nodding his head. "Will you be kind +enough to step into my room?"</p> + +<p>It was a sort of office, close at hand, where the girls went to receive +special orders, their weekly salary, or any necessary reprimands. The +day before Milly had penetrated this sanctum to beg a loan of twenty-two +dollars from her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> employer; now she followed him with doubting steps. +What could it mean? Mr. Tom was seated in a big leather chair by the +table, with the air of judge and jury, witness and lawyer.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, Miss Lee," said the elder man, motioning her to a seat. "Now, +Thomas, I think you can tell the story."</p> + +<p>While Mildred mechanically dropped into a chair, the old man paced the +floor, and Mr. Tom, veiling a sneer, began:</p> + +<p>"Miss Lee, I'll go right to the main question. We've missed some money +from the drawer. It disappeared day before yesterday morning. <i>The sum +was twenty-two dollars.</i> Now as you were at the desk between twelve and +two o'clock on that day, <i>can you account for it</i>?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Tom drew up his little ferret eyes with a most malicious expression.</p> + +<p>"Twenty-two dollars!" gasped Milly; her face was crimson. "No, I can not +account for it. Twenty-two dollars?" she repeated the question with a +look of blank dismay.</p> + +<p>"Go on, Thomas," said Mr. Hardman senior.</p> + +<p>"Well, then," said Tom, "we happen to know you <i>needed</i> just that sum. +You tried to borrow it of my father, and <i>you paid it out</i> in the +evening."</p> + +<p>Evidently Mr. Tom thought this sentence his crowning success, for he +rose up, trying to look very fine, as he finished it.</p> + +<p>To Mildred the next moment seemed an hour of pain. She sat still, gazing +ahead of her, trying to realize the situation. Then they accused her of +stealing the money!</p> + +<p>"And you think <i>I</i> took it?" she said, faintly.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid we don't <i>think</i> much about it," said Mr. Tom. +"Circumstances are dead against you."</p> + +<p>Mildred stood up, putting out one trembling hand as though she would +implore some consideration. She thought of her mother lying ill at home; +of all the miseries of the past few weeks. It made her head dizzy, and +she sank back into her chair, while Tom continued:</p> + +<p>"Now I know all about it, Miss Lee, as you'll see. You bought a gray +silk dress of a peddler; the girls all saw it; and you didn't know how +you were to pay for it. You got awfully hard up Wednesday for +money—twenty-two dollars—and you tried to borrow it of father. He +couldn't lend it to you, and, in plain words, you <i>stole</i> it from him. +Pity I wasn't a lawyer," added the young man, with a chuckle.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 390px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="390" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING?"</span> +</div> + +<p>"Mr. Hardman, how <i>dare</i> you say such a thing?" cried Milly, starting +from her chair.</p> + +<p>"Then prove you did not," said the young man. "Where did you get your +twenty-two dollars for Widow Robbins?"</p> + +<p>Mildred drew a long breath. "I can not tell you," she said, quietly.</p> + +<p>Father and son laughed. "Now do you know, young lady," said the old man, +"if you're put into court, you'll have to tell. There'll be no questions +asked until that one is answered."</p> + +<p>Milly could not speak. Terror, weariness, and shame filled her mind.</p> + +<p>"You may go now," said Mr. Hardman. "I don't say we've finished with +this business, but we no longer need your services. There is your weekly +salary." And the old man tossed a five-dollar bill before her.</p> + +<p>Mildred never could remember how she left that room. Her tongue seemed +paralyzed. She could not speak; she only thought of getting home, to cry +out her misery on Deborah's shoulder. When she went out into the street +a heavy snow was falling. The girl's brain seemed to be on fire. She +scarcely knew where she was going, and as she walked along she +remembered that to-day for the first time her mother was to sit up, and +she had agreed with Debby to bring in a bird to roast for her supper. +They had meant to make a little celebration of the mother's +convalescence, to which Milly thought she could bring a cheerful spirit, +since her terrible load of private debt was removed. But now, how was +all changed! Mildred stood still in the wild storm, putting her hand to +her head, and even trying to remember where she was going. Suddenly a +thought occurred to her. She would go to Miss Jenner's, and tell her the +whole story. "But not where I got the money," the poor child thought, +with a moan. Half driven along by the heavy snow-storm, Milly turned her +steps toward Lane Street. There was the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> beautiful brick house, its +trees veiled in white; but, oh! to her delight, Milly saw the curtains +of Miss Jenner's room drawn back. She must be better, if not well again.</p> + +<p>It was a very miserable little figure that appeared at the door when the +old servant opened it. Drenched through by the storm, and with lines of +pain and fatigue in her face, Milly stood there. She scarcely heard what +the servant said as he conducted her down the hall and into the library, +where a big wood fire was blazing cheerily, and where Miss Jenner, +wrapped in soft shawls, sat, with Alice at her knee.</p> + +<p>Mildred took one glance at the sweet, home-like picture, then she +recalled her own position; she remembered the scene at Mr. Hardman's. As +the servant closed the door, she moved forward with tears in her eyes, +saying:</p> + +<p>"Miss Jenner, I am in great trouble at the store. They say—they say—I +am a thief."</p> + +<p>Mildred remembered Miss Jenner's standing up, and Alice's exclamation of +horror; then the room, the fire-light, the books and pictures, and the +two figures, seemed to whirl before her, and she knew no more.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 329px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="329" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">SOMETHING IN THE WAY.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by Jessie McDermott</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX"></a> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="600" height="255" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Brooklyn, E. D., Long Island</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>The Young Chemists' Club is in a very prosperous condition. The +meetings are held at the residences of the members every Saturday +evening at half past seven. The order of exercises commences with +the calling of the roll, then the collection of weekly dues, and +the consideration of whatever business is necessary. Compositions +by the members treating of scientific subjects are then read.</p> + +<p>Communications from scientific gentlemen are read by the +secretary, and at some meetings they are present and give a short +lecture.</p> + +<p>When this part of the exercises is disposed of, experiments are +then tried. The ink with which this letter is written was made by +the club. Is it not a good sample of our skill?</p> + +<p>We are happy to say that we consider <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> as our +official organ, and we thank it cordially for supporting us.</p> + +<p>If desired, we will occasionally send some experiments and +scientific notes from our meetings. We now send the following +simple and pretty experiment:</p> + +<p>Cut three leaves of red cabbage into small pieces, place them in a +basin, and pour a pint of boiling water over them. After allowing +them to stand an hour, pour off the liquid into a decanter. This +liquid will be of a bright reddish-purple color. Now take three +wine-glasses; into one put about six drops of strong vinegar; into +another, six drops of a solution of soda; and into the third, the +same quantity of a strong solution of alum. Then pour into each +glass a small quantity of the liquid from the decanter. The +contents of the glass containing vinegar will quickly assume a +beautiful brilliant red color; that containing soda will be a fine +green; and that containing alum a very dark, rich purple.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles H. W</span>., President of Y. C. C.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Seneca W. H</span>., Secretary.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>We congratulate the members of the Young Chemists' Club upon their +perseverance and success. We shall always be glad to receive reports of +anything interesting which may occur at their meetings, and also +occasionally to print simple and safe experiments, which we doubt not +will be of interest to many of our young readers. The ink with which the +above communication was written is of a bright, clear purple color, and +appears of an excellent quality.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">St. Joseph, Tensas Parish, Louisiana</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have only been taking <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for a few months, but I like +it so much I hope never to be without it. I want to write a letter +to the Post-office Box, but I can not write myself, for I am only +five years old; so somebody has to write it for me.</p> + +<p>I had two pretty gray kittens. You could not tell them apart. +Their names were Jack and Jill. But poor little Jill died. Jack +loves me so much! He goes to sleep with me every night, and the +first thing in the morning, when he comes into the room, he looks +all around for me, and if I am still in bed, he will jump up and +cuddle down near me.</p> + +<p>I have some pretty dolls I would like to write about, but I am +afraid if my letter is too long it will be thrown away.</p> + +<p>I have no brothers or sisters except in heaven, and I am very +lonely sometimes, and always so glad to see <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Sadie B. N</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Poughkeepsie, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a little girl eleven years old. I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. +I think the best story was "The Fair Persian," but I like them all +more than I can tell.</p> + +<p>I have ten dolls. The last one I got Christmas. Her name is Madame +Arabella.</p> + +<p>I am going to be an artist when I am old enough.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Addie W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Brattleborough, Vermont</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> very much. I study Harper's School +Geography. I am just learning how to skate. For Christmas I got a +chamber set and a tea set, a pretty book, two bags of candy, and a +bag of nuts.</p> + +<p>I am eight and a half years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mary W. W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Marietta, Ohio</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am ten years old. I have a little sister named Julia, but when +she commenced to talk she called herself Jupi, and we all call her +so. Mamma says we ought to spell it <i>joujou</i>, which is the French +word for plaything.</p> + +<p>We like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> so much we can hardly wait for it to come. +Papa has taken it for us ever since it was published.</p> + +<p>Jupi and I each have a pet kitty. One of them will scratch on the +door, just like a dog, until some one opens it.</p> + +<p>Jupi has a Paris doll. It is a baby doll, and it has a little +nursing bottle. You can fill the bottle with milk or water, put +the tube in the doll's mouth, and by pressing a button at the back +of its head, all the milk goes out of the bottle. Then press the +button again, and it all goes back.</p> + +<p>We have a toy bird which imitates a canary so you would think it +was a real one.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charley R. H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Greenville</span>, <i>December</i> 28, 1880.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dear Mr. Harper</span>,—I'm in an awful situation that a boy by the name +of Bellew got me into. He is one of the boys that writes stories +and makes pictures for <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I think you ought to know +what kind of a boy he is. A little while ago he had a story in the +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> about imitation screw-heads, and how he used to make +them, and what fun he had pasting them on his aunt's bureau. I +thought it was a very nice story, and I got some tinfoil and made a +whole lot of screw-heads and last Saturday I thought I'd have some +fun with them.</p></blockquote> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 341px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="341" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Father has a dreadfully ugly old chair in his study, that General +Washington brought over with him in the <i>Mayflower</i>, and Mr. +Travers says it is stiffer and uglier than any of the Pilgrim +fathers. But father thinks everything of that chair and never lets +anybody sit in it except the minister. I took a piece of soap, +just as that Bellew used to, and if his name is Billy why don't he +learn how to spell it that's what I'd like to know, and made what +looked like a tremendous crack in the chair. Then I pasted the +screw-heads on the chair, and it looked exactly as if somebody had +broken it and tried to mend it.</p> + +<p>I couldn't help laughing all day when I thought how astonished +father would be when he saw his chair all full of screws, and how +he would laugh when he found out it was all a joke. As soon as he +came home I asked him to please come into the study, and showed +him the chair and said "Father I can not tell a lie I did it but I +won't do it any more."</p></blockquote> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 333px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="333" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Father looked as if he had seen some disgusting ghosts, and I was +really frightened, so I hurried up and said "It's all right +father, it's only a joke look here they all come off," and rubbed +off the screw-heads and the soap with my handkerchief, and +expected to see him burst out laughing, just as Bellew's aunt used +to burst, but instead of laughing he said "My son this trifling +with sacred things must be stopped," with which remark he took off +his slipper, and then— But I haven't the heart to say what he +did. Mr. Travers has made some pictures about it which I send to +you, and perhaps you will understand what I have suffered.</p> + +<p>I think that boy Bellew ought to be punished for getting people +into scrapes. I'd just like to have him come out behind our barn +with me for a few minutes. That is, I would, only I never expect +to take any interest in anything any more. My heart is broken and +a new chocolate cigar that was in my pocket during the awful +scene.</p> + +<p>I've got an elegant wasps' nest with young wasps in it that will +hatch out in the spring, and I'll change it for a bull-terrier or +a shot-gun or a rattlesnake in a cage that rattles good with any +boy that will send me one.</p> + +<p>Ever affectionately</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Your son</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jimmy Brown</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>(That's the way they taught me to end letters when I was in +boarding-school.)</p></blockquote> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Meadville, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have some little toy dogs and rabbits. I had the diphtheria, and +took such bitter medicine that old Santa Claus brought me a dolly. +I was six years old on New-Year's Day. I guess this letter is big +enough.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel A</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Waterbury, Connecticut</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We are two sisters, and we would like to tell you about our pets. +We have a bird named Dicky, and we have two gold-fishes, a +pearl-fish, and a roach, which live in a large aquarium over a +fernery. We each have a cat. Our cats are almost exactly alike, and +are named Tabby-gray and Frolic. We took the names from <span class="smcap">Young +People</span>. We have two horses named Bonner and Charlie. Bonner is five +years old, and Charlie is twenty-seven. Charlie is a remarkable +horse. Two years ago he was very sick. We thought he was dying, and +told a man to shoot him; but he said Charlie looked at him so +intelligently that he could not do it. After that, Charlie got +well, and we have taken many long, delightful<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> drives with him, and +he has been driven in a span with Bonner twenty-seven miles in one +afternoon. We have had him sixteen years, and when papa was living, +Charlie, when the gong sounded for dinner, would back out of his +stall, and go to the office door to bring him home. Do you not +think we ought to love such a faithful old horse? We do love him, +and he has a nice home and kind treatment.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Hattie</span> and <span class="smcap">Nettie D</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Leesburg, Florida</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a subscriber of this very interesting little paper, and get it +regularly every week. I don't know how I would do without it. You +can not imagine how anxious I am to go to town and get it the +moment I know it is in the post-office.</p> + +<p>I live in the land of flowers, and I like my home very much.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eva H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ivanpah, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am the little girl whose letter was printed in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. +45, that was going to the mines. I am there now. I will try to tell +you all about my trip. We came two hundred and ten miles across the +Desert in the stage. We were over eight days on the road. We camped +out two nights, and made our beds on the ground. I gathered many +beautiful stones in the Desert. I saw a rattlesnake.</p> + +<p>I have been down in the mine eight hundred feet, and I am going +down a shaft which is nine hundred feet below the level.</p> + +<p>I have three pet cats here, and I have thirty hens, which I feed +twice every day. I have no brothers or sisters, but I amuse myself +by reading <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and by running over the rocks and +prospecting.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Florence R</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Providence, Rhode Island</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We have taken <span class="smcap">Young People</span> ever since the first number, and we all +like it. I have two brothers and two sisters. Christmas my brother +had the book called <i>Old Times in the Colonies</i> for a present. +There are the same stories in it that were in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and a +great many more. One is about King Philip and the wars with the +settlers in Rhode Island. I have read many of the other stories, +and they are very interesting. I am twelve years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louise S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Trenton, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a little girl six years old. I have a papa and mamma, but no +little brother or sister. I have a doggie named Dick, and a kitty +named Flossy, and eleven dollies with a black nurse. I take +<span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, and can hardly wait for it to come. I wish +every little girl could have it. I am learning to read and write.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Abbie Maud B</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Baltimore, Maryland</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I go to school and Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to +practice, but I always find time to read my <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I went to +the country this summer, and had a splendid time. I went +boat-riding on the Shenandoah River. I am eleven years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eleanor E. A</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Detroit, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have a little dog. His name is Prince. He sleeps with me. He +weighs four and one-half pounds.</p> + +<p>I have been in bed a week with scarlet fever, and I enjoy <span class="smcap">Young +People</span> so much!</p> + +<p>I have a nice stamp-book, but not many stamps yet. I will have +some to exchange soon. I am eight years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Johnnie E</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Farmington, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a boy ten years old. I go to school, and read in the Fourth +Reader, and study arithmetic and geography. I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, +and hope I can have it always.</p> + +<p>I have a cat. His name is Dick. He will follow me over to +grandpa's, and stay with me until I come home.</p> + +<p>This is the first letter I ever wrote.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Sidney J. C</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Aroya Station, Colorado</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I take much pleasure in reading all the letters and stories. I hope +all the readers enjoy <span class="smcap">Young People</span> as much as I do.</p> + +<p>Since my letter requesting exchange was published I have received +many pretty things. I wish to inform the correspondents that I +have no more specimens now, except enough to pay what I owe for +favors I have received. I would request the correspondents not to +send me anything more, as I could not make any return.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Clara F. R. Swift</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Barranquilla, United States of Colombia</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A happy time it is for me when the steamer from New York for South +America arrives, and brings <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I pity the little +correspondent who wrote in the Post-office Box about four feet of +snow, for I believe it must be very cold there, although I have +never seen snow yet. Here even now we have many blooming plants in +our garden at Oasis, our beautiful country-seat, near Barranquilla.</p> + +<p>I am nine years old. I have my own horse, a deer, and a little +circus.</p> + +<p>We have all tropic plants, and I should like to exchange some +Southern, German, and French postage stamps, or dried flowers and +leaves from the tropic zone, for all kinds of minerals. Letters +and packages may be sent to my uncle in New York city, whose +address is at the end of my letter, and who will forward them to +me. He will also be kind enough to receive and forward my answers +to correspondents.</p> + +<p>If any young readers would like to know more of my country, I will +send another letter.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Judith Wolff</span>, care of Mr. D. A. De Lima,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">68 William Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Passaic Bridge, New Jersey</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. Papa bought me the first volume +bound. I have two kitties; one is white, the other is black. We +call them Romeo and Juliet, because they are so loving; they always +go to sleep with their paws around each other's necks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Winnie V</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. When I was in the White Mountains +this summer I went to a silver and lead mine, where I got a number +of specimens, which I should like to exchange for foreign postage +stamps. Or to any one sending me twenty-five foreign postage stamps +I will send forty-five foreign and United States postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">G. L. Briggs</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 560, Brookline, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The following exchanges are also desired by correspondents:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps for curiosities, Indian relics, or anything suitable +for a museum.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Samuel Carpenter, Jun</span>., Oswego, Kansas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks and foreign postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank K. Lippitt</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Petaluma, Sonoma County, California.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Gray moss and postmarks for minerals (especially ores), fossils, +coins, or stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles P. Mattheus</span>, P. O. Box 13,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Fort Covington, Franklin County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty-five postage stamps, or ten postmarks and eight stamps, for +a box of ocean curiosities and a star-fish.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">R. Lamp</span>, care of William Lamp,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Madison, Dane County, Wis.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">William H</span>.—The term "blizzard" is applied in Canada and the +Northwestern Territories of the United States to an extremely sharp +snow-storm, when the particles of snow are blown by the wind like fine +pieces of steel. One can hardly walk the distance of a city block in +such a storm without getting one's nose and ears frozen.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">C. B. F</span>.—Mrs. Elizabeth Goose, who lived in Boston before the +Revolution, is generally supposed to have been the first to sing, for +the amusement of her grandchildren, most of the nursery jingles that +have ever since been known as "Mother Goose's Melodies." The <i>Tales of +Mother Goose</i>, such as "Blue Beard," "Tom Thumb," "Cinderella," etc., +were the production of a celebrated French writer of the seventeenth +century, named Perrault. He composed these fairy tales to amuse a little +son. They were first published in Paris in 1697, under his son's name, +and have since been translated into nearly every language.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">John W</span>.—It is said that a Mr. Beyer, an eminent linen-draper of London, +underwent in his youth the comical adventures which Cowper has described +in his ballad of "John Gilpin." It appears from Southey's life of the +poet that his friend Lady Austin once repeated to him a story told to +her in her childhood of an unfortunate pleasure party of this +linen-draper, ending in his being carried past his point both in going +and returning, and finally being brought home by his horse without +having met his family at Edmonton. Cowper is said to have been extremely +amused by the story, and to have composed his famous ballad while lying +awake one night suffering from headache.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">William D</span>.—<i>Old Times in the Colonies</i> is ended. You will find a notice +of the book in No. 56 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">E. H</span>.—You will find very good directions for painting magic-lantern +slides in a letter from Harry J. in the Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +No. 62.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harry W</span>.—Directions for catching and preserving insects were given in +the Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> No. 27, and in the same +department of No. 34 is a description of a cheap and simple case for +mounting butterflies and other specimens.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">A. Russell</span>.—See answer to S. H. M. in the Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Harper's +Young People</span> No. 22.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from Abel Caldwell, Harry, Maud E. Chase, L. M. +Weter, Blanche Dougan, Isabel W. Harris, Ellen and Edna B., Pert Gates, +J. A. Tannahill, C. S. G., J. W., James A. Harris, Edward McNally, +Florence Stidham, Mabel Going, Josie Belle B., Bessie Guyton, Helen S., +C. H. Mathias, Florence F. S., W. B. Wyman.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Belle Bloom, Arthur D. +Prince, M. W. and E. W., Bessie R. Howell, Walter P. Hiles, A. D. +Hopper, A. Russell, Nellie V. Brainard, Annie W. Booth, Richard O. +Chester, John N. Howe, Mary E. DeWitt, Fanny Squire.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>CONNECTED DIAMONDS.</h3> + +<p>1. In play-time. A small barrel. A coin. An animal. In play-time. 2. In +trouble. A minute part. Kingly. A label. In trouble. Centrals +connected—An aromatic plant.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bolus</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARES.</h3> + +<p>1. First, to babble. Second, to mature. Third, separately. Fourth, neat. +Fifth, to register.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Cal I. Forny</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>2. First, custom. Second, a dwelling. Third, a certain variety of an +important article of commerce. Fourth, mental. Fifth, water-fowls.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Lone Star</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>3. First, elevated. Second, inactive. Third, joy. Fourth, to mind.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie F. W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>4. First, one of the signs in the zodiac. Second, a dress of dignity. +Third, a boy's name. Fourth, to encircle.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Laura</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>CHARADE.</h3> + +<p>My first is a cooking utensil. My second is a species of tree. My whole +is used in making soap.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie L. K</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In kennel, not in dog.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In pen, not in hog.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In new, not in old.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In hot, not in cold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In sound, not in noise.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In candy, not in toys.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In beak, not in bill.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In monkey, not in drill.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole is the dark "and bloody ground"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">By the names of a huntsman and statesman renowned.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Halla</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 61.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<p class="center">Chicago.</p> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">K</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">W</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">Z</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">T</td><td 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align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">O</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">Moscow.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">G</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">G</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="center">Charade on page 144—Sea-mew.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span>, 4 cents; <span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, one year, $1.50; <span class="smcap">Five +Subscriptions</span>, one year, $7.00—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>.</p> + +<p>The Volumes of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> commence with the first Number in +November of each year.</p> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by <span class="smcap">Post-Office Money-Order or Draft</span>, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<p>Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="400" height="350" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<p>A curious story is told of the way in which Admiral By-the-sea, V.C., +C.B.—a very distinguished English naval officer, who has lately +retired, after many years of service, from his profession—first came by +his name. It is said that when an infant he was picked up by the sailors +of a man-of-war in the open sea. They found a bale of goods floating in +the water, and lashed to it was the body of a lady with a child in her +arms. The mother was dead, but the boy still lived. No clew was found by +which the relations of this little waif of the sea could be discovered; +and so, after the officers had made some vain attempts to communicate +with them by means of advertisements, they determined to adopt the boy, +and not knowing his real name, they christened him "By-the-sea." He was +sent to a naval school, and when old enough, went to sea again, and was +fortunate enough to join the same ship by the crew of which he had been +rescued years before. Soon he showed himself a clever and active sailor, +ready for anything, and doing whatever he did well; and when the Crimean +war came, he displayed such gallantry in assisting his wounded comrades +that he gained the Victoria Cross, and was made a Companion of the Bath. +After this, promotion came quickly; his services were, later on, +transferred to India, where for many years he filled the responsible +post of Consulting Naval Officer to the government; and now he retires +with the full rank of Admiral. The men who rescued the poor child from +the sea, so many years ago, little knew what an honorable and useful +life they were preserving by this act for the service of their country.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHARADE" id="CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Although in sable plumes my first</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Displays himself on high,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His reputation is the worst,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His tastes are low, his race is curst—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">We're glad to see him die.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My next is in the water found,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Or in the cozy inn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Where talk and drink go freely round,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Or in the court maintains its ground,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Or keeps the thief from sin.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole is placed in humble hands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And when with skill applied,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Will bring to light the golden sands.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">'Tis known and used in many lands;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">It seeks what others hide.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<p><b>Killed by Fright</b>.—Many an illness is caused simply by imagination, and +those of us who go about our work with calmness and confidence are much +more likely to escape disease than others who are filled with +apprehension should infection come within a hundred miles of them. In +connection with this, the Arabs tell the following story: One day a +traveller met the Plague going into Cairo, and accosted it thus, "For +what purpose are you entering Cairo?"</p> + +<p>"To kill three thousand people," rejoined the Plague.</p> + +<p>Some time after, the same traveller met the Plague on its return, and +said, "But you killed thirty thousand!"</p> + +<p>"Nay," answered the Plague, "I killed but three thousand; the rest died +of fright."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="SLEIGH-BELLS" id="SLEIGH-BELLS">SLEIGH-BELLS.</a></h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Sleigh-bells, sleigh-bells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">What are you saying?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Merriest thing in all the world</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Tis to go a-sleighing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Laughter ringing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Shouting, singing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Bells a-jingling,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Noses tingling,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Horses prancing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Hearts a-dancing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Sky all brightness,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Earth all whiteness;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Diamonds in the icicles,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Sunbeams round them playing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Merriest thing in all the world</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Tis to go a-sleighing!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="300" height="188" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"TUM, HORSIE."</span> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="300" height="198" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"DET UP, HORSIE!"</span> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="300" height="178" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"WHOA! 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Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: DUTCH SLEIGH-RIDING.] + + + + +WHO GOT THE MITTEN? + +BY ROSE TERRY COOKE. + + + "DEER ANT ROXY,--Ive hed consider'ble many calls for mittins along + back this Winter: mostly they're wove goods, thet dont last no + time. Its come into my head that mabbe you'd jest as lives make a + leetle suthin to buy snuff an' handkerchers with, odd times, and + reklectin you used to be a master hand to knit this is for to say + that ef you'd fall to and knit a lot of them two-threaded mittins + we boys set by so, why I could sell 'em for ye--on commission. Ef + you're agreeble why drop me a line to 117 Blank St St Josephs, you + see its mostly drovers and sech wants 'em. + + "Yours to command, + + "JOHN JACKSON." + +"The lands sakes!" ejaculated Miss Roxy Blair, as she laid down her +spectacles after reading this letter. "John was allers the beateree for +gumption. I allers said he'd make a spoon or spile a horn, an' I do +b'lieve it's the spoon. Well said! I've got full twenty run o' blue yarn +I spun last year, an' some red: guess there won't be no white wanted in +them parts. I'll set to an' get a lot more red over to Miss Billins's. +Wonder ef she'd git wind on't, and go to makin' mittins herself?--she +beats all to question folks up. I'll tell her I'm a-goin' to teach Nance +to knit; and so I be: 'ta'n't no lie. I will teach her to knit an' help +on the mittins. It'll be suthin for her to do nights, 'stead of readin' +all the newspaper scraps she can pick up." + +Nancy Peck was Miss Roxy's bound girl; the old lady lived alone in a +small brown house on a hill-side far above Bassett; a grass-grown track +ran by the house, through the woods that clothed the hill-top, over and +away into the heart of the Green Mountains. + +Little Nancy had been bound out to Miss Roxana only about a year when +John Jackson's letter reached Bassett. Miss Roxy was getting old; +rheumatism had laid hold of her, and she could not hobble up and down +hill to the village any longer: so she resolved to take a young girl +into her house to wait on her. + +"'Twon't cost a great deal," she said to herself. "There's the gardin +a'n't half planted; she can drop potaters as well as a man, and hill 'em +up too; and I can set more beans outside the fence; when Isr'el comes up +to spade the gardin, he can fix up a place for more beans, and Ingin +meal's cheap. Fact is, anyway, I durstn't be up here alone no longer, +and hirin' some feller or 'nother to do arrands would cost more'n it +come to. There's ma's old gownds can be cut over for her, sech as is too +ragged for me." + +Having made up her mind, the old lady persuaded a neighbor who sometimes +drove by her house to mill to take her in, and leave her at the +poor-house, which was on his way, until he came back with his grist. +When he returned he found two passengers, for Miss Roxy had fixed on +Nancy for an experiment. + +"'Twas Hobson's choice," she explained to Mr. Tucker, as they drove +along; "there wa'n't no other gal there. She's real small, but Miss +Simons says she's spry an' handy, and she ha'n't got nobody belongin' to +her, so's't I sha'n't be pestered with folks a-comin' round." + +In six months little Nancy had become so useful that she was formally +bound out to the old lady, and now she went to school in summer half a +day, and had learned to read and write tolerably. She was very lonesome +in that solitary house. There were children at the poor-house whom she +played with, tended, and loved, but Miss Roxy had not even a cat; and +when Nancy, in the longing of her loving little heart, took a +crook-necked squash out of the shed, tied a calico rag about its neck, +and made a dolly of it to be company for her in the little garret where +she slept, Miss Roxy hunted it up--for she kept count of everything she +had--boxed Nancy's ears soundly, and cut up poor little yellow Mary Ann, +and boiled her in a pot for pies. + +Until the mitten business began, Miss Roxy found it hard to find enough +work for the child's active fingers to do; but after that she had no +trouble in keeping the little girl busy, as poor Nancy found out to her +sorrow. The evenings of spring, when she used to love to sit on the +door-step with her apron over her head, and listen to the frogs peeping +in a swamp far below, were now spent in winding hanks of yarn, or +struggling, with stiff little fingers, to slip the loops off one needle +and on to another, her eyes tired with the dull light of a tallow +candle, and her head aching with the effort to learn and the slaps her +dullness earned from Miss Roxy's hard hands. It was worse as summer came +on, and she had to knit, knit, all the time, with not a minute to get +new posies for her garden. Only by early dawn did she get her chance to +watch the blue liverwort open its sunny cup; the white eggs of bloodroot +buds come suddenly out of the black ground; the tiny rows of small +flowers that children call "Dutchman's breeches" hang and flutter on +their red stems; the azure sand-violet, dancing columbine, purple +crane's-bill, lilac orchis, and queer moccasin flower make that hidden +corner gay and sweet. + +Even when school began, she had to work still. Miss Roxy was determined +to send a big box of double-knit mittens to John Jackson before winter +set in; and as fast as they were finished they were dampened, pressed, +and laid away in the old hair trunk in the garret where Nancy slept. + +Poor little girl! she hated the sight of mittens, and this summer a wild +wish came into her head, that grew and grew, as she sat alone at her +knitting, until it quite filled head and heart too. + +A child from the city, spending the summer near Bassett, came now and +then to school as a sort of pastime, and brought with her a doll that +really went to sleep when you laid it down: shut its bright blue eyes, +and never opened them until it was taken up! + +It seemed to lonely little Nancy that such a doll would be all anybody +could want in the world. If only Nancy had such a dear lovely creature +to sleep in her bed at night, and sit up in the door beside her while +she knit, she knew she would be perfectly happy; but that could never +be. However, after much dreaming, wishing, and planning, one day a +bright and desperate idea came across her. That night she asked a great +many questions of Miss Roxy, who at last gave her a sharp answer, and +told her to hold her tongue; but the child had found out all she wanted +to know and did not mind the crossness. + +Next morning she got up very early, and stealing across the garret, took +an old book from a dusty pile on a shelf, then with a pair of scissors +she had brought up overnight she cut out a blank leaf, and pinned it, +carefully folded, into the pocket of her dress. + +She did not go out-of-doors at the school recess, but took the pen with +which she had been writing her copy, and smoothing the paper out, wrote +this queer little letter: + + "DEER GENTILMAN,--I am a poor little gurl who nits mittins for Miss + Roxy. I am bound out and I havent got no folks of my own, not so + much as a verry smal baby. I wish I had a dol. I am real lonesum. + wil you send mee a dol. My naim is Nansy Peck, and I live to Mis + Roxy Blair's house in Baset Vermonte. I nit this mittin. when I am + big I wil pay for the dol. + + "NANSY PECK." + +The letter once written, and waved up and down under the desk to dry, +the paper was pinned into her pocket again, and when the next pair of +mittens she knit were done, pressed, caught together with a bit of yarn, +and sent up, by her, to the trunk, the daring and odd little note was +slipped safely inside one of them, and lay there several months +undiscovered. + +One bitter cold day, at the end of the next November, a young man came +hastily into John Jackson's shop in St. Joseph. + +"Hullo!" he said. "I want a pair of those knit mittens of yours. I'm +ordered off to the Denver station, and they do say it's colder 'n blazes +there. Handling express packages ain't real warm work anyhow!" + +And so, while little Nancy, washing potatoes for dinner, wondered who +had got her mitten with the letter in it, Joe Harris, Adams Express +Agent for Denver, was cramming the pair into his pocket. The next week a +snow-squall with a gale and a half of wind swooped down on Denver with +all fury, and the new agent's teeth chattered and his hands smarted as +he stood waiting for the train that had just whistled; he pulled the +heavy mittens out of his overcoat pocket, twitched them apart, and +sticking his left hand into one of them, found the note. He had no time +to look at it then, for there was work on hand; but that evening, in the +bare little room at the hotel, he took the letter out of his pocket, +and, big strong man that he was, two great tears hopped out of his eyes +on to the eager, anxious little letter. + +"By jinks! she shall have her dolly!" he exclaimed, fetching his fist +down on the rickety table, where his lamp stood, with a thump that +almost sent lamp and all to the floor. But how to get it? Denver was no +place then, whatever it is now, to buy dolls, and Joe was much disturbed +at it; but it happened that the very next week he was recalled to St. +Louis on some business which must be seen to in person; so, just as soon +as his errand was done, he went about to all the toy-shops until he was +satisfied at last with a doll. And well he might be! the dolly was of +bisque, with movable eyes and real golden hair, joints in her arms and +legs, and a face almost as lovely as a real baby; for a baby doll it +was, in long clothes, with little corals to tie up its sleeves, and tiny +socks on its feet. Joe had it boxed up carefully, directed to Miss Nancy +Peck, at Bassett, Vermont, and then stepped into the express office, +told the story, and read the letter. The Superintendent had little girls +of his own. + +"It shall go free all the way there," he said, and wrote on the outside: +"Pass along the dolly, boys! get it there by Christmas, sure. Free. +X.Y.Z." + +So the doll-baby began its journey; and the story Joe Harris told at St. +Louis was told and retold from one messenger to another, and many a +smile did it rouse on the tired faces; and here one man tied on a gold +dollar wrapped in paper and tucked in under the box lid, and there +another added a box of candy, and another a bundle of gay calico for a +child's dress, and one a picture-book, each labelled "Merry Christmas +for Nancy," till the agent at the last large town had to put all the +things into a big box, and pack the corners with oranges. + +Can any words tell what Nancy thought when that box climbed up to her +from Bassett on Mr. Tucker's wagon--the very same wagon that brought her +from the poor-house? Luckily for her, Miss Roxy could not leave her bed, +where she had lain a month now with acute rheumatism; for when she heard +Nancy's story she was angry enough to box her ears well, and did scold +furiously, and call the poor child many a bad name for her "brazen +impudence," as she called it. But what did Nancy care when at last, with +an old hatchet, she had pried off the box lid, and discovered its hidden +treasures! Miss Roxy was glad enough of a sweet ripe orange, and stopped +scolding to eat it at once; but Nancy could not look at another thing +when the doll box was opened at last, and the lovely sleeping baby +discovered. The child could not speak. She threw her apron over her +head, and ran into the garret. Miss Roxy smiled grimly under her orange. + +"Little fool!" said she; "what upon airth does she want to cry for?" + +But all the expressmen smiled when each one read a quaint little letter +dropped soon after into the Bassett Post-office, and directed "To all +the adams express Gentlemen betwene Basset and st louis Miss." It was +duly forwarded along the line, and ran thus: + + "DERE GENTLEMEN,--I know by the Laybels how good everyboddy was, + and the doly is goodest of All, but everything is good. I Thank you + ten thowsand times. I am so glad, the Things was splendidd! + + "NANSY PECK." + + + + +THE YOUNG TIN-TYPERS. + +PART II. + + +"Now," said Jim, "to-day is Thursday, and if you can mix the sensitive +bath, I will go down town and buy the other things that we need. Then +to-morrow we can prepare everything, and Saturday--oh, just think!--we +can take a picture." + +After Jim started off, Fred went to the dark chamber, which was a large +closet in their work-room, and at once set about preparing the mystic +solution to sensitize the plate. + +He first took some rain-water, and let it drip through a filter paper +placed in a glass funnel, to remove all the impurities that might be +suspended in it. Then he added the crystals of nitrate of silver; then a +few grains of iodide of potassium were added, when, to his surprise, a +yellow powder began to form. However, he put the mixture aside to +saturate, as the Professor had directed him, having first stirred it +with a small glass rod, and went to study his lessons for the next day. + +He had not been studying long before Jim entered, and with a very grand +air placed several small parcels on the table. He was about to explain +their contents, when he suddenly broke out in a wild fit of laughter. +"Why, Fred, what have you done to yourself?" said he. + +Fred looked up from his book, and found, to his great disgust, a number +of heavy black spots on his hands and coat. "Well, I don't see what that +is," he said. + +"I do," said Jim: "you have been and spattered yourself with silver, and +the sunlight has turned it black. You are in a nice fix, for nothing +will take it off." + +"The coat was only a work jacket," said Fred, "and I don't care a bit +about my hands. But let us see what you have bought." + +"In the first place," said Jim, opening his packages, "here are some tin +plates--great big fellows, too, and all for fifty cents. And here is +some collodion. These green crystals are sulphate of iron, and the man +says we must keep them in a very tight bottle, because if the air gets +at them they will spoil. He told me they were made of old nails and +sulphuric acid. Do you believe it? These green crystals we must dissolve +in water before using. This stuff in the bottle is acetic acid. Doesn't +it smell queer? And here is some hyposulphite of soda; and that's all. +Now let's get to work." + +The two hours were now over, and Fred returned to his silver bath, and +let it run through a filter, when, by rule, the bath was ready. It was +placed in a flask, and tightly corked. + +"Now, Jim," said Fred. "I guess we would better leave everything until +Saturday, because to-morrow we have an examination in algebra, and ought +to cram for that to-night; and to-morrow afternoon is the ball match, +and in the evening we shall be tired." + +At last Saturday morning came, bright and sunny, and the two boys began +in earnest the task of taking a picture. + +Fred had procured a tall narrow glass vessel to hold the silver bath, +and a glass dipper with which to suspend the plate, and having mixed the +developing and fixing solutions, the boys were at last ready. + +"Now you pour on the collodion," said Jim, "and put the plate in the +bath, while I get the camera in position and adjust the focus." + +"What are you going to take?" asked Fred. + +"I guess I'll try old Spriggins's back yard," answered the other. "He's +got a big grape-vine arbor there that will take immense." + +Fred, left to himself, poured the collodion over the plate, and gently +tilted it from side to side. The liquid did not flow evenly, but lay in +rings and streaks all over the surface. + +"Why didn't we try the Professor's gum-arabic, and save collodion!" he +exclaimed. But not discouraged by failure, he tried again, and by sheer +luck succeeded in making a smooth surface. In about five seconds he put +the plate in the bath, and awaited the result. When he removed it, +instead of being finely coated with silver, the plate appeared cracked, +greasy, and spotted. + +"Oh, misery!" he cried, "the bath is all full of yellow stuff. What +shall I do?" + +Hearing this, Jim returned to the laboratory, and with his usual +calmness simply said, "Filter." + +Fred did so, and in a few moments a clear bath was again obtained. + +"How did that happen, I wonder?" said Fred. + +"I don't believe you allowed the collodion time enough to set," was the +answer. "Let me try this time." + +After a good deal of trouble with the collodion, Jim finally prepared a +smooth plate, which he allowed to wait thirty seconds, and then +carefully lowered it into the silver bath. After a few seconds he raised +it, and found it covered with streaks. + +[Illustration: OLD SPRIGGINS'S GRAPE ARBOR.] + +"Put it back," said Fred; and in it went. In about thirty-five seconds +more, it was of that fine opal tint mentioned by the Professor. It was +then placed in the slide and carried to the camera. Jim pulled out his +watch, and with a forced smile to hide his nervousness said, "Go," and +Fred drew up the sliding door. When the plate had been exposed long +enough, as he thought, Jim cried, "Time," the door was closed, the slide +taken from the camera, and the boys returned with it to the dark +chamber. + +The plate was then taken from the slide, and Fred, seizing a bottle, +poured its contents over the opaline surface. + +"As if by magic--" Jim began. + +"Nothing appears," continued Fred, as he saw in astonishment every trace +of silver disappear from the plate, and the bare tin surface left +exposed. "I can't see through that," he added, in dismay. + +"I can," answered Jim: "you were in such a hurry that you poured on the +fixing solution instead of the developer, and of course that has +dissolved everything." + +Jim then prepared another plate with great care, placed it in the +camera, exposed it for such time as he thought fit, and returned with it +to the dark chamber. Removing it from the slide, he carefully poured on +the developer. By degrees the cloud on the surface dissolved, and a +picture slowly appeared, very imperfect, but still a picture. + +[Illustration: GLASS BATH AND DIPPER.] + +"Isn't that splendid?" said Fred, enthusiastically; "it's just as +natural as life." + +Jim, cool and quiet as usual, washed the plate well with water, and +cautiously poured on the fixing solution, when the yellow coating of the +picture vanished, and old Spriggins's grape arbor came out in clear, +sharp lines. + +"Now, Fred," said he, "you calm down a little, and varnish this." + +"All right," answered Fred; and having lighted the spirit-lamp, he +poured on the varnish, and held the plate over the flame; but, alas! +there was a fizz, a vile smell, a great deal of smoke, and the pretty +picture was a mass of paste. + +"I won't have anything more to do with this part of the work," said +Fred, impatiently, throwing the spoiled plate on the floor. "I can play +doctor's shop, and mix up solutions as well as anybody, but this endless +dipping, washing, and drying takes more patience than I possess. I shall +leave that to you, Jim." + +"One more trial, and a perfect picture," answered Jim, quietly. + +The next attempt proceeded smoothly up to the varnishing-point, when Jim +said he would do it without the aid of heat. The picture was accordingly +varnished and stood away to dry, when after a few minutes it was found +to be covered with a white film which entirely obscured it. Fred +declared he would never try again, but Jim, more persevering, decided to +heat the plate a little, and see what happened. He passed it gently over +the spirit-lamp flame, when, to his great relief, the cloud vanished, +and the picture re-appeared, increased in brightness, and covered with a +coating thick enough to protect it from scratches. + +These boys had many other mishaps and disappointments before they became +skillful enough to be sure of obtaining a good picture. They learned, +too, that rules in books sound very easy, but that much practice and +experience are required to carry them out successfully. But having by +care and perseverance once conquered all obstacles, they had no end of +fun copying pictures for friends and school-mates. + +Having become very fair tin-typers, they are now ambitious to take +negatives on glass, and print from them. If they succeed in doing this +well, some day they may tell you all about it, if you are interested +enough to listen. + + + + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER VI. + +A TENDER-HEARTED SKELETON. + + +"Now, then, lazy-bones," was Mr. Lord's warning cry as Toby came out of +the tent, "if you've fooled away enough of your time, you can come here +an' 'tend shop for me while I go to supper. You crammed yourself this +noon, an' it'll teach you a good lesson to make you go without anything +to eat to-night; it'll make you move round more lively in the future." + +Instead of becoming accustomed to such treatment as he was receiving +from his employers, Toby's heart grew more tender with each brutal word, +and this last punishment--that of losing his supper--caused the poor boy +more sorrow than blows would. Mr. Lord started for the hotel as he +concluded his cruel speech, and poor little Toby, going behind the +counter, leaned his head upon the rough boards, and cried as if his +heart would break. + +All the fancied brightness and pleasure of a circus life had vanished, +and in its place was the bitterness of remorse that he had repaid Uncle +Daniel's kindness by the ingratitude of running away. Toby thought then +that if he could only nestle his little red head on the pillows of his +little bed in that rough room at Uncle Daniel's, he would be the +happiest and best boy, in the future, in all the great wide world. + +While he was still sobbing away at a most furious rate he heard a voice +close at his elbow, and looking up, he saw the thinnest man he had ever +seen in all his life. The man had flesh-colored tights on, and a +spangled red velvet garment--that was neither pants, because there were +no legs to it, nor a coat, because it did not come above his waist--made +up the remainder of his costume. Because he was so wonderfully thin, +because of the costume which he wore, and because of a highly colored +painting which was hanging in front of one of the small tents, Toby knew +that the Living Skeleton was before him, and his big brown eyes opened +all the wider as he gazed at him. + +"What is the matter, little fellow?" asked the man, in a kindly tone. +"What makes you cry so? Has Job been up to his old tricks again?" + +"I don't know what his old tricks are"--and Toby sobbed, his tears +coming again because of the sympathy which this man's voice expressed +for him--"but I know that he's a mean, ugly thing, that's what I know; +an' if I could only get back to Uncle Dan'l, there hain't elephants +enough in all the circuses in the world to pull me away again." + +"Oh, you run away from home, did you?" + +"Yes, I did," sobbed Toby, "an' there hain't any boy in any +Sunday-school book that ever I read that was half so sorry he'd been bad +as I am. It's awful; an' now I can't have any supper, 'cause I stopped +to talk with Mr. Stubbs." + +"Is Mr. Stubbs one of your friends?" asked the skeleton, as he seated +himself on Mr. Lord's own private seat. + +"Yes, he is, an' he's the only one in this whole circus who 'pears to be +sorry for me. You'd better not let Mr. Lord see you sittin' in that +chair, or he'll raise a row." + +"Job won't raise any row with me," said the skeleton. "But who is this +Mr. Stubbs? I don't seem to know anybody by that name." + +"I don't think that is his name. I only call him so, 'cause he looks so +much like a feller I know who is named Stubbs." + +This satisfied the skeleton that this Mr. Stubbs must be some one +attached to the show, and he asked, + +"Has Job been whipping you?" + +"No; Ben, the driver on the cart where I ride, told him not to do that +again; but he hain't going to let me have any supper, 'cause I was so +slow about my work, though I wasn't slow; I only talked to Mr. Stubbs +when there wasn't anybody round his cage." + +"Sam! Sam! Sam-u-el!" + +This name, which was shouted twice in a quick, loud voice, and the third +time in a slow manner, ending almost in a screech, did not come from +either Toby or the skeleton, but from an enormously large woman, dressed +in a gaudy red and black dress, cut very short, and with low neck and an +apology for sleeves, who had just come out from the tent whereon the +picture of the Living Skeleton hung. + +"Samuel," she screamed again, "come inside this minute, or you'll catch +your death o' cold, an' I shall have you wheezin' around with the +phthisic all night. Come in, Sam-u-el." + +"That's her," said the skeleton to Toby, as he pointed his thumb in the +direction of the fat woman, but paid no attention to the outcry she was +making--"that's my wife Lilly, an' she's the fat woman of the show. +She's always yellin' after me that way the minute I get out for a little +fresh air, an' she's always sayin' just the same thing. Bless you, I +never have the phthisic, but she does awful; an' I s'pose 'cause she's +so large she can't feel all over her, an' thinks it's me that has it." + +"Is--is all that--is that your wife?" stammered Toby, in astonishment, +as he looked at the enormously fat woman who stood in the tent door, and +then at the wonderfully thin man who sat beside him. + +"Yes, that's her," said the skeleton. "She weighs pretty nigh four +hundred, though of course the show cards says it's over six hundred, an' +she earns almost as much money as I do. Of course she can't get so much, +for skeletons is much scarcer than fat folks; but we make a pretty good +thing travellin' together." + +"Sam-u-el," again came a cry from the fat woman, "are you never coming +in?" + +"Not yet, my angel," said the skeleton, placidly, as he crossed one thin +leg over the other, and looked calmly at her. "Come here an' see Job's +new boy." + +"Your imprudence is wearin' me away so that I sha'n't be worth five +dollars a week to any circus," she said, impatiently; but at the same +time she came toward the candy stand quite as rapidly as her very great +size would admit. + +"This is my wife Lilly--Mrs. Treat," said the skeleton, with a proud +wave of the hand, as he rose from his seat and gazed admiringly at her. +"This is my flower, my queen, Mr.--Mr.--" + +"Tyler," said Toby, supplying the name which the skeleton--or Mr. Treat, +as Toby now learned his name was--"Tyler is my name, Toby Tyler." + +"Why, what a little chap you are!" said Mrs. Treat, paying no attention +to the awkward little bend of the head which Toby had intended for a +bow. "How small he is, Samuel!" + +"Yes," said the skeleton, reflectively, as he looked Toby over from head +to foot, as if he were mentally trying to calculate exactly how many +inches high he was, "he is small; but he's got all the world before him +to grow in, an' if he only eats enough-- There, that reminds me. Job +isn't going to give him any supper, because he didn't work hard enough." + +"He won't, won't he?" exclaimed the large lady, savagely. "Oh, he's a +precious one, he is, an' some day I shall just give him a good shakin' +up, that's what I'll do. I get all out of patience with that man's +ugliness." + +"An' she'll do just what she says," said the skeleton to Toby, with an +admiring shake of the head. "That woman hain't afraid of anybody, an' I +wouldn't be a bit surprised if she did give Job a pretty rough time." + +Toby thought, as he looked at her, that she was large enough to give +'most any one a pretty rough time, but he did not venture to say so. +While he was looking first at her, and then at her very thin husband, +the skeleton told his wife the little which he had learned regarding the +boy's history, and when he had concluded she waddled away toward her +tent. + +"Great woman that," said the skeleton, as he saw her disappear within +the tent. + +"Yes," said Toby, "she's the greatest I ever saw." + +"I mean that she's got a great head. Now you'll see about how much she +cares for what Job says." + +"If I was as big as her," said Toby, with just a shade of envy in his +voice, "I wouldn't be afraid of anybody." + +"It hain't so much the size," said the skeleton, sagely--"it hain't so +much the size, my boy; for I can scare that woman almost to death when I +feel like it." + +Toby looked for a moment at Mr. Treat's thin legs and arms, and then he +said, warningly, "I wouldn't feel like it very often if I was you, Mr. +Treat, 'cause she might break some of your bones if you didn't happen to +scare her enough." + +"Don't fear for me, my boy--don't fear for me; you'll see how I manage +her if you stay with the circus long enough. Now I often--" + +If Mr. Treat was going to confide a family secret to Toby, it was fated +that he should not hear it then, for Mrs. Treat had just come out of her +tent, carrying in her hands a large tin plate piled high with a +miscellaneous assortment of pie, cake, bread, and meat. + +[Illustration: TOBY GETS HIS SUPPER.] + +She placed this in front of Toby, and as she did so she handed him two +pictures. + +"There, little Toby Tyler," she said--"there's something for you to eat, +if Mr. Job Lord and his precious partner Jacobs did say you shouldn't +have any supper; an' I've brought you a picture of Samuel an' me. We +sell 'em for ten cents apiece, but I'm going to give them to you, +because I like the looks of you." + +Toby was quite overcome with the presents, and seemed at a loss how to +thank her for them. He attempted to speak, couldn't get the words out at +first, and then he said, as he put the two photographs in the same +pocket with his money: "You're awful good to me, an' when I get to be a +man I'll give you lots of things. I wasn't so very hungry, if I am such +a big eater, but I did want something." + +"Bless your dear little heart, and you shall have something to eat," +said the fat woman, as she seized Toby, squeezed him close up to her, +and kissed his freckled face as kindly as if it had been as fair and +white as possible. "You shall eat all you want to, an' if you get the +stomach-ache, as Samuel does sometimes when he's been eatin' too much, +I'll give you some catnip tea out of the same dipper that I give him +his. He's a great eater, Samuel is," she added, in a burst of +confidence, "an' it's a wonder to me what he does with it all +sometimes." + +"Is he?" exclaimed Toby, quickly. "How funny that is! for I'm an awful +eater. Why, Uncle Dan'l used to say that I ate twice as much as I ought +to, an' it never made me any bigger. I wonder what's the reason?" + +"I declare I don't know," said the fat woman, thoughtfully, "an' I've +wondered at it time an' time again. Some folks is made that way, an' +some folks is made different. Now I don't eat enough to keep a chicken +alive, an' yet I grow fatter an' fatter every day--don't I, Samuel?" + +"Indeed you do, my love," said the skeleton, with a world of pride in +his voice; "but you mustn't feel bad about it, for every pound you gain +makes you worth just so much more to the show." + +"Oh, I wasn't worryin'; I was only wonderin'; but we must go, Samuel, +for the poor child won't eat a bit while we are here. After you've eaten +what there is there, bring the plate in to me," she said to Toby, as she +took her lean husband by the arm and walked him off toward their own +tent. + +Toby gazed after them a moment, and then he commenced a vigorous attack +upon the eatables which had been so kindly given him. Of the food which +he had taken from the dinner table he had eaten some while he was in the +tent, and after that he had entirely forgotten that he had any in his +pocket; therefore at the time that Mrs. Treat had brought him such a +liberal supply he was really very hungry. + +He succeeded in eating nearly all the food which had been brought to +him, and the very small quantity which remained he readily found room +for in his pockets. Then he washed the plate nicely, and seeing no one +in sight, he thought he could leave the booth long enough to return the +plate. + +He ran with it quickly into the tent occupied by the thin man and fat +woman, and handed it to her with a profusion of thanks for her kindness. + +"Did you eat it all?" she asked. + +"Well," hesitated Toby, "there was two doughnuts an' a piece of pie left +over, an' I put them in my pocket. If you don't care, I'll eat them some +time to-night." + +"You shall eat it whenever you want to, an' any time that you get hungry +again, you come right to me." + +"Thank you, marm. I must go now, for I left the store all alone." + +"Run, then; an' if Job Lord abuses you, just let me know it, an' I'll +keep him from cuttin' up any monkey shines." + +Toby hardly heard the end of her sentence, so great was his haste to get +back to the booth; and just as he emerged from the tent, on a quick run, +he received a blow on the ear which sent him sprawling in the dust, and +he heard Mr. Job Lord's angry voice as it said, "So, just the moment my +back is turned, you leave the stand to take care of itself, do you, an' +run around tryin' to plot some mischief against me, eh?" and the brute +kicked the prostrate boy twice with his heavy boot. + +"Please don't kick me again," pleaded Toby. "I wasn't gone but a minute, +an' I wasn't doing anything bad." + +"You're lying now, an' you know it, you young cub!" exclaimed the angry +man as he advanced to kick the boy again. "I'll let you know who you've +got to deal with when you get hold of me." + +[Illustration: JOB LORD LEARNS A LESSON.] + +"And I'll let you know who you've got to deal with when you get hold of +me," said a woman's voice; and just as Mr. Lord had raised his foot to +kick the boy again, the fat woman had seized him by the collar, jerked +him back over one of the tent ropes, and left him quite as prostrate as +he had left Toby. "Now, Job Lord," said the angry woman, as she towered +above the thoroughly enraged but thoroughly frightened man, "I want you +to understand that you can't knock and beat this boy while I'm around. +I've seen enough of your capers, an' I'm going to put a stop to them. +That boy wasn't in this tent more than two minutes, an' he attends to +his work better than any one you have ever had; so see that you treat +him decent. Get up," she said to Toby, who had not dared to rise from +the ground, "and if he offers to strike you again, come to me." + +Toby scrambled to his feet, and ran to the booth in time to attend to +one or two customers who had just come up. He could see from out the +corner of his eye that Mr. Lord had arisen to his feet also, and was +engaged in an angry conversation with Mrs. Treat, the result of which he +very much feared would be another and a worse whipping for him. + +But in this he was mistaken, for Mr. Lord, after the conversation was +ended, came toward the booth, and began to attend to his business +without speaking one word to Toby. When Mr. Jacobs returned from his +supper Mr. Lord took him by the arm, walked him out toward the rear of +the tents, and Toby was very positive that he was to be the subject of +their conversation, and it made him not a little uneasy. + +It was not until nearly time for the performance to begin that Mr. Lord +returned, and he had nothing to say to Toby save to tell him to go into +the tent and begin his work there. The boy was only too glad to escape +so easily, and he went to his work with as much alacrity as if he were +about entering upon some pleasure. + +When he met Mr. Jacobs, that gentleman spoke to him very sharply about +being late, and seemed to think it no excuse at all that he had just +been relieved from the outside work by Mr. Lord. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE. + +ABOUT TO BE ERECTED IN THE CENTRAL PARK, NEW YORK. + +BY REV. J. S. HOLME. + + +Cleopatra's Needle is not such a needle as we use to sew with: it is a +great stone--sometimes called an obelisk--nearly seventy feet long, and +about seven feet square at the base on which it stands. Its sides +gradually taper from the bottom until at the top it ends in a small +pointed four-sided pyramid. It is of red granite, and the sides are +covered all over with pictures of birds, animals, and other things, cut +into the stone. It is called a needle because it is so long and slender. +But why it should be called Cleopatra's Needle is not quite so clear. +Cleopatra was a famous Queen who lived in Egypt a little while before +the birth of Christ. She was a very beautiful woman, and well educated; +but she did many foolish things, and some very wicked things; and, as +such people often are, she, though a great Queen, was at last so very +unhappy that she wickedly put an end to her own life. + +This obelisk was at first erected by Thothmes III., one of the old Kings +of Egypt, at Heliopolis, about 3600 years ago. It was taken from that +place to Alexandria, where Cleopatra lived, not long after her death, by +the Roman Emperor Augustus Cæsar, as a trophy of his victory over the +Kings of Egypt, and it was called "Cleopatra's Needle," we suppose, +merely in compliment to the late Queen. + +Egypt is supposed to be the oldest nation in the world. The Kings used +to be called Pharaohs, and many of them were very great and powerful. +Some were great warriors, others were great builders--builders of +pyramids, cities, temples, and obelisks. They were very vain of their +glory, and they were great boasters, fond of inscribing their names and +deeds on stone. Cleopatra's Needle is one of two great obelisks which +one of these Pharaohs erected, and placed one on each side of the +entrance to the Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis. The Egyptians +worshipped the sun as their god under the name of Ra, and the name of +Pharaoh, by which the Egyptian Kings were known, means "a son of the +sun." + +The Pharaohs did great honor to their sun-god, as they thought they were +his children. The Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis was the greatest in +all Egypt, and its ruins now cover nearly a mile in extent. Thothmes +erected these obelisks at the entrance to this Temple of the Sun, partly +in honor to the sun-god, and partly to honor himself, as he wrote his +own history up and down the sides of the obelisk, not in letters such as +we use, but in pictures of birds, animals, and other things, which kind +of writing these old Egyptians used, and we call them hieroglyphics. +This obelisk stood a great many years near the door of this temple at +Heliopolis--or, as it is called in the Bible, "the city of On"--where it +was at first erected. + +Some of the children may remember that a few weeks ago, in the regular +Sunday-school lesson, it is said that "Pharaoh gave to Joseph in +marriage Asenath, the daughter of Poti-pherah, priest of On." This +Poti-pherah was the high-priest--a very great man in Egypt, and lived in +the Temple of the Sun at On. And it is quite likely that this very +obelisk stood before his door on the day that Joseph married his +daughter Asenath. And if this is so, is it not wonderful that this great +stone that weighs 213 tons, on which Joseph may have looked on his +wedding day 3600 years ago, should now be in a country 5000 miles away, +of which the old Egyptians never heard? And is it not still more +wonderful that, while the children in the Sunday-schools of America +should be studying their regular Bible lesson about Joseph's marriage, +this great obelisk, that stood at the door of his father-in-law's house, +should be lying in the street, at the door of one of our schools, on its +way to the Central Park in New York? + +But now we must tell you how this great obelisk came to be brought to +this country. Obelisks are great curiosities. There are only a few large +ones in the world. These all used to be in Egypt, and the Egyptians +thought a great deal of them. But four or five of these were taken at +different times, without leave of the people of Egypt, to different +countries in Europe. Two stand in Rome, one in Constantinople, one in +Paris, and one in London. Now Mehemet Ali, the late Khedive of Egypt, +had a great liking for America. He thought that the United States had +treated him better than the European nations; and it seemed to him that +we ought to have an obelisk as well as the nations of Europe. And when +the American Consul asked for one, he said, "I will think of it." It was +supposed he might give us a little one. But no one ever thought of +asking for "Cleopatra's Needle" at Alexandria: this was one of the +largest and most beautiful in all Egypt. But it so happened that this +obelisk stood very near the sea. The waves of the Mediterranean rolled +right up to its base. There was great danger of its being undermined. It +was thought already to begin to lean a little. Many feared it would soon +fall. This gave the Khedive great anxiety; and so he proposed to remove +it to another part of the city of Alexandria. But this would cost a +great deal of money, and the Khedive was not at this time rich; so he +proposed that the wealthy men of the city should raise by subscription +one-half of the money needed to remove it, and he would provide the +other half. But the people of Alexandria thought the government ought to +do it all, and did not subscribe a dollar. At this Mehemet Ali was +greatly displeased; and he thereupon made up his mind to make this +beautiful obelisk a present from Egypt, the oldest nation of the world, +to the United States of America, the youngest nation. And glad, indeed, +we were to get it; and sorry enough were the Egyptians at last to lose +it. + +One of our wealthy citizens, on learning the intention of the Khedive of +Egypt, said he would pay $75,000, the estimated cost of its removal, +when the obelisk should be erected in the Central Park. + +Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe, U.S.N., undertook the task of bringing it +over--and a very great one it has been; but he has done it with great +skill and success, and thus far at his own expense and risk. And it will +cost much more to complete the work than the $75,000 promised; but New +York, without doubt, will see Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe repaid for +his outlay, for it will be a great thing to have a genuine Egyptian +obelisk, Cleopatra's Needle, in the Central Park in this city. + + + + +[Illustration: THE MONKEYS.] + + + + +THE MURDER OF THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER. + + +[Illustration: THE UNFORTUNATE PRINCES.] + +One of the wickedest acts of the wicked King Richard III. of England was +the murder of his two young nephews in the Tower. He had seized upon the +crown that belonged of right to them, and had shut them up in a gloomy +cell of that huge castle that still stands on the banks of the Thames, +below London. They were separated from their mother, the widow of the +late King Edward IV., and kept like prisoners and criminals in the part +of the vast fortress now known as "the Bloody Tower." The elder, Edward, +Prince of Wales (now Edward V., King of England), was thirteen, his fair +and gentle brother, the Duke of York, only eleven. Their cruel uncle +sent orders to the Governor of the Tower, Brackenbury, to put them to +death secretly, but the honest man refused to do so wicked an act. +Richard then placed Sir James Tyrrel, his evil instrument, in command of +the fortress for a single day; the keys of the gates and cells were +given up to him by Brackenbury, and the plans for the murder were +carefully prepared by the King. Tyrrel hired two hardened +criminals--John Dighton, his own groom, and Miles Forest, a murderer by +trade--to commit the act, and remove from their uncle's path the two +innocent princes who might yet dispute his title to the throne. + +It was a dark and gloomy night when Tyrrel, followed by his two +assassins, crept up the narrow stone staircase that led to the room +where the young children were confined. He found them clasped in each +other's arms asleep, having just repeated their prayers, and lying on a +bed. It is easy to imagine the terrors of the poor children in that +stony and gloomy chamber, shut out from their mother and all their +friends, and seeing only the cold, strange faces of their jailers. But +now they had forgotten all their sorrows in a sleep that was to be their +last. What dreams they may have had at that fearful moment no one can +ever tell. By the light of a flickering torch Tyrrel probably looked +into the chamber to see that his victims were safe. But he did not go +in, and stood watching and listening at the door while Dighton and +Forest performed their dreadful deed. They took the pillows and bolsters +from the bed, pressed them over the faces of the children, and thus +smothered them to death. When they were dead they carried their bodies +down the long staircase, and buried them under a heap of stones at its +foot. It was reported that Richard III., touched by an unusual feeling +of superstition, had removed them to consecrated ground, and that the +place of their final burial was unknown. But long afterward, in the +reign of Charles II., when it was found necessary to take away the +stones, and dig in the spot where it was supposed the assassins had laid +them, the bones of two persons were found that corresponded to the ages +of the young princes. They were buried by the King beneath a marble +monument. + +But wherever they slept, the murder of his nephews must have forever +haunted the brain of the wicked Richard III. His people hated and feared +him. He grew every day more cruel and tyrannical; he murdered friend and +foe. At last Henry, Earl of Richmond, of the house of Lancaster, landed +in England with a small force, which was soon increased by the general +hatred of the King. The nobility and the people flocked to his camp. His +army was soon very strong. Richard, at the head of a powerful force, +marched to meet his rival, and on Bosworth Field, August 22, 1485, the +decisive battle was fought. Richard was betrayed, as he deserved, by his +own officers. He rode raging on horseback around the field, and when he +saw Henry before him, rushed upon him to cut him down. He killed one of +his knights, but was stricken from his horse, and fell dead in the +crowd. Then the soldiers cried, "Long live King Henry!" and that night +Richard's body, flung across the back of a horse, was carried into +Leicester to be buried. His wicked reign had lasted only two years. + + + + +MISS SOPHONISBA SYLVIA PLANTAGENET TUDOR. + +BY LILLIAS C. DAVIDSON. + + +Far away, across, the blue Atlantic, lies an island--not a very big +island, but a wonderful one, for all that. Its name is England. Who +knows what is the capital? London? quite right; I see the Young People +are well up in their geography. Well, in this London there is a great +square called Portland Place, and before one of its big tall houses +there was standing a carriage one bright afternoon. + +Presently the house door was flung wide open by a most gentlemanly +butler in black, and down the steps there came an imposing procession. + +First, Lady Ponsonby, in silks and laces, very stately and very +beautiful; then little Ethel; and last, but not least--oh no, indeed! by +no means least--Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor, closely +clasped in the arms of her doting mother, Miss Ethel. + +"What, only a doll?" + +My dear Young People, can it be possible that I hear you say "only"? +Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor was by far the most important +member of the present party--at all events, Ethel would have told you +so, for so she firmly believed. Never was there so lovely a doll. Eyes +like violets; real golden hair, cut with a Gainsborough fringe (what you +American little girls called "banged," although why, I don't know, I am +sure); complexion as beautiful as wax and paint could make it; and a +costume which was the admiration and envy of every one of Ethel's +particular friends. Muriel Brabazon, who lived in Park Lane, had +actually shed tears when she saw Miss S. S. P. Tudor's new black satin +jacket with its jet fringe; but then poor Muriel had no mamma, and was +not as well brought up as might be desired. + +All the same, Miss Sophonisba was a pride and joy to any possessor, and +Ethel felt a thrill of calm happiness at every fresh glance that was +cast at their carriage as they drove quickly through the busy streets +toward the Park. Hyde Park, you must know, is to London what the Central +Park is to New York; and in it there is a long drive called Rotten Row, +where London people go in crowds, and on this afternoon it was a perfect +crush of carriages of every description. + +The Ponsonby carriage had to go at a slow and stately pace, and all the +throngs of people who walked by the side of the Row, or sat on the green +chairs under the trees, had a fine opportunity of gazing their fill at +Miss Plantagenet Tudor's glories. + +All at once there was a little stir and flutter among the crowd, and +murmurs ran about from one to another of "The Princess! the Princess!" +Ethel clapped her hands, and nearly danced upon her seat, for this was +almost _too_ delightful; and in another minute there came in sight a +very plain, neat carriage, with dark horses, and servants in sober +liveries, and there, smiling and bowing, sat the sweet and gracious lady +who will probably one day be Queen of England. She is so good and so +charming that the English people love her dearly; and all the +gentlemen's hats came off in a minute, and all the ladies bowed, and +everybody looked as pleased as possible. As for Ethel, she bowed so hard +that she looked like a little Chinese Mandarin, and even jumped up to +get another glimpse as they passed, for their own carriage was just +turning out of the great Park gates to go home to Portland Place. +Actually, for five minutes, she had forgotten her beloved doll; but what +may not happen in five minutes? + +"Sophonisba Sylvia, my precious," she murmured, turning to take her in +her motherly arms, "did you see the Princess? Isn't she +_loverly_?--almost as beautiful as you?" But here she stopped quite +short. + +Alas! it is almost too dreadful to go on writing about. How can I tell +you? There was no Miss Sophonisba S. P. Tudor! She had totally vanished. + +Oh, poor, poor Ethel! Nine years old, and beginning to learn German +verbs, and yet her tears rained down like an April shower. + +"Oh, my Sophonisba! The best, the dearest, of my twenty-three dolls! Oh, +mamma! mamma! _can_ I go on living without her?" + +"Ethel, my own," cried her distracted mother, clasping her in her arms, +"don't cry, my pet, don't cry. We'll advertise for her; we'll offer +rewards; we'll go to Creamer's this moment, and buy you another; we'll +send to Paris, Vienna, anywhere." + +But oh! you among my readers who are mothers of dolls yourselves, you +can fancy how Ethel rejected this last consolation. Another doll! Could +there be another Sophonisba? Never! oh, never! And should her place be +taken by another, even if there were? + +"Please, mamma," she murmured, burying her tear-stained face in Lady +Ponsonby's best silk mantle, "I would so much rather not. I don't want +another. I couldn't love any one else like her. Oh, Sophy Sylvia!" + +No use to look for the dear lost one. They drove back the whole way they +had come, and asked five policemen, but not a trace was to be found. + +But where, all this time, was Miss Plantagenet Tudor? Scarcely had she +recovered her senses from the shock of her violent fall upon the wood +pavement at Hyde Park Corner, when she was seized by the waist, and a +rich Irish brogue greeted her ears. + +"Arrah, thin, what an illigant doll! Sure and it's wild wid joy Norah'll +be to get it. Come along, me darlint." + +Then perhaps she fainted with horror, for the next thing she was aware +of was being clasped in the arms of a little girl, nearly the same age +as her beloved little mistress, but ah! how different in all but age!--a +little red-haired girl, clean and tidy, to be sure, but with what +patched and faded clothes, what little red rough hands, what a loud +voice, and what an accent! Neither Miss Tudor's nerves nor her temper +could stand it. She made her back far stiffer than nature and Mr. +Creamer had ever intended it to be, and refused all comfort. In fact, +did what in a less distinguished and high-bred doll would have been +called sulking; and little Norah at last left her in despair, with a +sorrowful sigh. + +It really was not for three days after this that she came out of +her--well, yes, sulks; and that was because she was disturbed by a +terrible noise of sobbing and crying. + +"Och, thin, don't ye now, Norah--don't ye. It's no mortal use, I tell +ye; we'll have to go to prison, and that's the blessed truth. My lady's +grand lace handkerchief, and it's worth three guineas or more; and the +housekeeper says as it's never come home, and I'll swear I sint it; and +how iver are we to pay at all, at all?" + +Now Miss Plantagenet Tudor had by no means a bad heart; she felt really +sorry to see such distress. However, it was no business of hers, and she +was just going off into her dignified gloom again, when her blue eyes +spied something thin, white, and lace-like under the edge of the big +chest in the corner. + +There was the missing handkerchief, the cause of all this woe. Should +she show it to them, and make the poor things happy? Yes, she would; she +knew Ethel would, if she were there. And so, with the lofty grace which +was all her own, Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor fell flat, +face downward, upon the floor, with one stiff arm stuck out straight +before her. + +Norah rushed to pick her up, and as she stooped she too saw the +handkerchief, and clutched at it. + + * * * * * + +"La, Miss Ethel," said the little school-room maid, "there's such a +funny tale Mrs. O'Flannigan's been telling in the kitchen. I know you'd +like to hear it--it's about a doll." + +"Oh, Susan, I don't think I can bear to hear about dolls to-night. Who's +Mrs. O'Flannigan?" + +"The washer-woman, miss; and she lost your ma's best +pocket-handkerchief, and very likely would have had to gone to prison, +and been hung" (oh, Susan! Susan! that was a dreadful stretch of +imagination on your part), "only her little girl Norah's doll fell down, +and when they picked it up it was a-pointing in the corner, and there +was the pocket-handkerchief; and Norah she says she's sure she done it a +purpose." + +"Why, of course she must have. What a dear delightful doll! I think, +Susan, really, that I should like to see her. May I?" + +"La, miss, of course you may. I'll tell Mrs. O'Flannigan to bring her." + +Ah, little did Sophonisba Sylvia guess where she was going that evening +when Norah wrapped her carefully in a corner of her shawl, and trotted +off by Mrs. O'Flannigan's side through the gas-lit streets! They went in +by the kitchen steps--a way Miss Tudor had never been before; but +somehow the great tiled hall looked strangely familiar; and who was that +coming a little timidly out of a door held open by a tall and powdered +footman? + +Ah, dear Young People, it is as hard to write of joy as of sorrow. +Ethel's shriek rang through the house, and brought her papa, Sir Edward, +from his billiards, and Lady Ponsonby from her drawing-room, in a +tremendous hurry. + +Norah went home happy in the possession of five dolls out of Ethel's +twenty-three, and her good fortune did not stop there. Indeed, she had +the greatest reason to bless the day when Miss Sophonisba Sylvia +Plantagenet Tudor had her eventful fall from the Ponsonby carriage at +Hyde Park Corner. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER VI. + + +"Miss Lee," said Mr. Tom, as Milly entered the store Wednesday morning, +"will you please to take my place for two hours at the desk? I have +something to do for father." + +Milly had once or twice filled the same office, and so she quietly sat +down upon Tom's stool, receiving his directions about the money wearily. + +"I've been counting the money over," he said, rather insolently, "and I +know _just_ what is there." + +Mildred glanced up with a slight surprise. She had not fully understood +"Mr. Tom" of late. He and his sister, who served in the cloak-room, were +both, as she knew, jealous of her indifference to them. Their conduct +hitherto she had perfectly understood, but not their extreme suavity of +the last week. Mary Hardman had determined to make an "intimate friend" +of Mildred when it was known she had visited Miss Jenner, but the vulgar +ostentation of her employer's daughter completely shocked Milly's better +taste; and so, while she openly snubbed the brother, she took care to +withdraw, though civilly, from the sister's advances. This had produced +the effect of irritating Miss Hardman, wounding her self-love, and +bringing out all the latent vulgarity in her nature, so that poor Milly +was constantly subjected to annoyance and rudeness, which she bore only +through fear of losing her place; but the new part toward her was more +annoying than the old. Miss Hardman received her with smiles, while Tom +was sarcastically polite to her on all occasions. + +Mildred made no answer to his remark about the money. In fact, after an +unusually fatiguing night with her mother, she was too weary to speak, +and sat leaning her head on her hand, only moving to respond to the call +of "Cash!" at the desk window. How good the money looked, Mildred +thought, as she slipped the notes between her fingers! Over and again +she had the sum she needed in her hands--if conscience was not in the +way. "Yes," thought Milly, "that is how temptation steps in." + + * * * * * + +Deborah was standing in the kitchen window the next evening when Mildred +came down from her mother's room, asking her to relieve her for ten +minutes. + +"My 'business' woman is coming in the gate, Debby," she said, with a +nervous laugh; "but it will be her last visit, and after she goes away I +will tell you all about her." + +Deborah went up stairs a little mollified, and Mildred prepared to +confront her "Shylock." + +"Here I am," said Mrs. Robbins, shaking out her skirts, and sitting down +as soon as she entered the bare little parlor, "and here I'm likely to +remain, for I know what I mean to _have_ instead of money if you don't +pay me; and I know," added the woman, with her insolent laugh--"I know +you haven't it, for old Mr. Hardman refused to lend it to you +yesterday." + +Mildred flushed, but she returned the woman's bold stare with a look of +quiet dignity. + +"You are mistaken, Mrs. Robbins," she said, producing a roll of bills. +"Here is your money. Will you be kind enough to give me a receipt as +quickly as possible?" + +The peddler stared, but she could offer no further remonstrance. There +were the bills, fresh enough, and genuine. She took the money in her +hands, counted it over and again, and then, with angry reluctance, and a +glance at the ornaments in the room, which showed what she had "meant to +have," she wrote her receipt and departed.... + + * * * * * + +"And that's the whole story, Deborah," whispered Milly, an hour later, +as she and the good old woman sat over the fire in Mrs. Lee's room. +"It's nearly killed me this winter--but I _can't possibly tell you_ +where or how I got the money. I scarcely like to think of it myself," +and Mildred rose with the air Debby knew very well, and which plainly +said, "You'll hear no more." + +"Well," said Deborah, "I won't ask if I'm bid not. I only hope no +trouble'll come of it." + +"Trouble!" said Milly, rather sharply. Deborah did not know how tired +and ill she felt, and, indeed, poor Milly was very near a hearty burst +of crying. She was relieved of one anxiety, she thought, as she lay down +to sleep in her mother's room; but had she not burdened herself with +another? + +On entering the store two days later, Milly observed a certain air of +reserve among the girls nearest her, yet they all looked at her +critically. One or two whispered as she went by them with her usual +friendly "Good-morning," and others gave a little significant toss to +head or shoulders as she spoke. Mary Hardman was busy in the cloak-room, +and as Mildred entered she said, with a short laugh, + +"I don't believe you will be wanted here to-day, Miss Lee. However, +father's coming in directly, and he'll tell you for himself." + +Before Mildred could answer, the burly figure of Mr. Hardman senior came +toward them. + +"'Morning, Miss Lee," he said, nodding his head. "Will you be kind +enough to step into my room?" + +It was a sort of office, close at hand, where the girls went to receive +special orders, their weekly salary, or any necessary reprimands. The +day before Milly had penetrated this sanctum to beg a loan of twenty-two +dollars from her employer; now she followed him with doubting steps. +What could it mean? Mr. Tom was seated in a big leather chair by the +table, with the air of judge and jury, witness and lawyer. + +"Sit down, Miss Lee," said the elder man, motioning her to a seat. "Now, +Thomas, I think you can tell the story." + +While Mildred mechanically dropped into a chair, the old man paced the +floor, and Mr. Tom, veiling a sneer, began: + +"Miss Lee, I'll go right to the main question. We've missed some money +from the drawer. It disappeared day before yesterday morning. _The sum +was twenty-two dollars._ Now as you were at the desk between twelve and +two o'clock on that day, _can you account for it_?" + +Mr. Tom drew up his little ferret eyes with a most malicious expression. + +"Twenty-two dollars!" gasped Milly; her face was crimson. "No, I can not +account for it. Twenty-two dollars?" she repeated the question with a +look of blank dismay. + +"Go on, Thomas," said Mr. Hardman senior. + +"Well, then," said Tom, "we happen to know you _needed_ just that sum. +You tried to borrow it of my father, and _you paid it out_ in the +evening." + +Evidently Mr. Tom thought this sentence his crowning success, for he +rose up, trying to look very fine, as he finished it. + +To Mildred the next moment seemed an hour of pain. She sat still, gazing +ahead of her, trying to realize the situation. Then they accused her of +stealing the money! + +"And you think _I_ took it?" she said, faintly. + +"I'm afraid we don't _think_ much about it," said Mr. Tom. +"Circumstances are dead against you." + +Mildred stood up, putting out one trembling hand as though she would +implore some consideration. She thought of her mother lying ill at home; +of all the miseries of the past few weeks. It made her head dizzy, and +she sank back into her chair, while Tom continued: + +"Now I know all about it, Miss Lee, as you'll see. You bought a gray +silk dress of a peddler; the girls all saw it; and you didn't know how +you were to pay for it. You got awfully hard up Wednesday for +money--twenty-two dollars--and you tried to borrow it of father. He +couldn't lend it to you, and, in plain words, you _stole_ it from him. +Pity I wasn't a lawyer," added the young man, with a chuckle. + +[Illustration: "HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING?"] + +"Mr. Hardman, how _dare_ you say such a thing?" cried Milly, starting +from her chair. + +"Then prove you did not," said the young man. "Where did you get your +twenty-two dollars for Widow Robbins?" + +Mildred drew a long breath. "I can not tell you," she said, quietly. + +Father and son laughed. "Now do you know, young lady," said the old man, +"if you're put into court, you'll have to tell. There'll be no questions +asked until that one is answered." + +Milly could not speak. Terror, weariness, and shame filled her mind. + +"You may go now," said Mr. Hardman. "I don't say we've finished with +this business, but we no longer need your services. There is your weekly +salary." And the old man tossed a five-dollar bill before her. + +Mildred never could remember how she left that room. Her tongue seemed +paralyzed. She could not speak; she only thought of getting home, to cry +out her misery on Deborah's shoulder. When she went out into the street +a heavy snow was falling. The girl's brain seemed to be on fire. She +scarcely knew where she was going, and as she walked along she +remembered that to-day for the first time her mother was to sit up, and +she had agreed with Debby to bring in a bird to roast for her supper. +They had meant to make a little celebration of the mother's +convalescence, to which Milly thought she could bring a cheerful spirit, +since her terrible load of private debt was removed. But now, how was +all changed! Mildred stood still in the wild storm, putting her hand to +her head, and even trying to remember where she was going. Suddenly a +thought occurred to her. She would go to Miss Jenner's, and tell her the +whole story. "But not where I got the money," the poor child thought, +with a moan. Half driven along by the heavy snow-storm, Milly turned her +steps toward Lane Street. There was the beautiful brick house, its +trees veiled in white; but, oh! to her delight, Milly saw the curtains +of Miss Jenner's room drawn back. She must be better, if not well again. + +It was a very miserable little figure that appeared at the door when the +old servant opened it. Drenched through by the storm, and with lines of +pain and fatigue in her face, Milly stood there. She scarcely heard what +the servant said as he conducted her down the hall and into the library, +where a big wood fire was blazing cheerily, and where Miss Jenner, +wrapped in soft shawls, sat, with Alice at her knee. + +Mildred took one glance at the sweet, home-like picture, then she +recalled her own position; she remembered the scene at Mr. Hardman's. As +the servant closed the door, she moved forward with tears in her eyes, +saying: + +"Miss Jenner, I am in great trouble at the store. They say--they say--I +am a thief." + +Mildred remembered Miss Jenner's standing up, and Alice's exclamation of +horror; then the room, the fire-light, the books and pictures, and the +two figures, seemed to whirl before her, and she knew no more. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration: SOMETHING IN THE WAY.--DRAWN BY JESSIE MCDERMOTT.] + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX] + + + BROOKLYN, E. D., LONG ISLAND. + + The Young Chemists' Club is in a very prosperous condition. The + meetings are held at the residences of the members every Saturday + evening at half past seven. The order of exercises commences with + the calling of the roll, then the collection of weekly dues, and + the consideration of whatever business is necessary. Compositions + by the members treating of scientific subjects are then read. + + Communications from scientific gentlemen are read by the + secretary, and at some meetings they are present and give a short + lecture. + + When this part of the exercises is disposed of, experiments are + then tried. The ink with which this letter is written was made by + the club. Is it not a good sample of our skill? + + We are happy to say that we consider HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE as our + official organ, and we thank it cordially for supporting us. + + If desired, we will occasionally send some experiments and + scientific notes from our meetings. We now send the following + simple and pretty experiment: + + Cut three leaves of red cabbage into small pieces, place them in a + basin, and pour a pint of boiling water over them. After allowing + them to stand an hour, pour off the liquid into a decanter. This + liquid will be of a bright reddish-purple color. Now take three + wine-glasses; into one put about six drops of strong vinegar; into + another, six drops of a solution of soda; and into the third, the + same quantity of a strong solution of alum. Then pour into each + glass a small quantity of the liquid from the decanter. The + contents of the glass containing vinegar will quickly assume a + beautiful brilliant red color; that containing soda will be a fine + green; and that containing alum a very dark, rich purple. + + CHARLES H. W., President of Y. C. C. + SENECA W. H., Secretary. + +We congratulate the members of the Young Chemists' Club upon their +perseverance and success. We shall always be glad to receive reports of +anything interesting which may occur at their meetings, and also +occasionally to print simple and safe experiments, which we doubt not +will be of interest to many of our young readers. The ink with which the +above communication was written is of a bright, clear purple color, and +appears of an excellent quality. + + * * * * * + + ST. JOSEPH, TENSAS PARISH, LOUISIANA. + + I have only been taking YOUNG PEOPLE for a few months, but I like + it so much I hope never to be without it. I want to write a letter + to the Post-office Box, but I can not write myself, for I am only + five years old; so somebody has to write it for me. + + I had two pretty gray kittens. You could not tell them apart. + Their names were Jack and Jill. But poor little Jill died. Jack + loves me so much! He goes to sleep with me every night, and the + first thing in the morning, when he comes into the room, he looks + all around for me, and if I am still in bed, he will jump up and + cuddle down near me. + + I have some pretty dolls I would like to write about, but I am + afraid if my letter is too long it will be thrown away. + + I have no brothers or sisters except in heaven, and I am very + lonely sometimes, and always so glad to see YOUNG PEOPLE. + + SADIE B. N. + + * * * * * + + POUGHKEEPSIE, NEW YORK. + + I am a little girl eleven years old. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. + I think the best story was "The Fair Persian," but I like them all + more than I can tell. + + I have ten dolls. The last one I got Christmas. Her name is Madame + Arabella. + + I am going to be an artist when I am old enough. + + ADDIE W. + + * * * * * + + BRATTLEBOROUGH, VERMONT. + + I like HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I study Harper's School + Geography. I am just learning how to skate. For Christmas I got a + chamber set and a tea set, a pretty book, two bags of candy, and a + bag of nuts. + + I am eight and a half years old. + + MARY W. W. + + * * * * * + + MARIETTA, OHIO. + + I am ten years old. I have a little sister named Julia, but when + she commenced to talk she called herself Jupi, and we all call her + so. Mamma says we ought to spell it _joujou_, which is the French + word for plaything. + + We like YOUNG PEOPLE so much we can hardly wait for it to come. + Papa has taken it for us ever since it was published. + + Jupi and I each have a pet kitty. One of them will scratch on the + door, just like a dog, until some one opens it. + + Jupi has a Paris doll. It is a baby doll, and it has a little + nursing bottle. You can fill the bottle with milk or water, put + the tube in the doll's mouth, and by pressing a button at the back + of its head, all the milk goes out of the bottle. Then press the + button again, and it all goes back. + + We have a toy bird which imitates a canary so you would think it + was a real one. + + CHARLEY R. H. + + * * * * * + + GREENVILLE, _December_ 28, 1880. + + DEAR MR. HARPER,--I'm in an awful situation that a boy by the name + of Bellew got me into. He is one of the boys that writes stories + and makes pictures for YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think you ought to know + what kind of a boy he is. A little while ago he had a story in the + YOUNG PEOPLE about imitation screw-heads, and how he used to make + them, and what fun he had pasting them on his aunt's bureau. I + thought it was a very nice story, and I got some tinfoil and made a + whole lot of screw-heads and last Saturday I thought I'd have some + fun with them. + +[Illustration] + + Father has a dreadfully ugly old chair in his study, that General + Washington brought over with him in the _Mayflower_, and Mr. + Travers says it is stiffer and uglier than any of the Pilgrim + fathers. But father thinks everything of that chair and never lets + anybody sit in it except the minister. I took a piece of soap, + just as that Bellew used to, and if his name is Billy why don't he + learn how to spell it that's what I'd like to know, and made what + looked like a tremendous crack in the chair. Then I pasted the + screw-heads on the chair, and it looked exactly as if somebody had + broken it and tried to mend it. + + I couldn't help laughing all day when I thought how astonished + father would be when he saw his chair all full of screws, and how + he would laugh when he found out it was all a joke. As soon as he + came home I asked him to please come into the study, and showed + him the chair and said "Father I can not tell a lie I did it but I + won't do it any more." + +[Illustration] + + Father looked as if he had seen some disgusting ghosts, and I was + really frightened, so I hurried up and said "It's all right + father, it's only a joke look here they all come off," and rubbed + off the screw-heads and the soap with my handkerchief, and + expected to see him burst out laughing, just as Bellew's aunt used + to burst, but instead of laughing he said "My son this trifling + with sacred things must be stopped," with which remark he took off + his slipper, and then-- But I haven't the heart to say what he + did. Mr. Travers has made some pictures about it which I send to + you, and perhaps you will understand what I have suffered. + + I think that boy Bellew ought to be punished for getting people + into scrapes. I'd just like to have him come out behind our barn + with me for a few minutes. That is, I would, only I never expect + to take any interest in anything any more. My heart is broken and + a new chocolate cigar that was in my pocket during the awful + scene. + + I've got an elegant wasps' nest with young wasps in it that will + hatch out in the spring, and I'll change it for a bull-terrier or + a shot-gun or a rattlesnake in a cage that rattles good with any + boy that will send me one. + + Ever affectionately + + Your son + JIMMY BROWN. + + (That's the way they taught me to end letters when I was in + boarding-school.) + + * * * * * + + MEADVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I have some little toy dogs and rabbits. I had the diphtheria, and + took such bitter medicine that old Santa Claus brought me a dolly. + I was six years old on New-Year's Day. I guess this letter is big + enough. + + MABEL A. + + * * * * * + + WATERBURY, CONNECTICUT. + + We are two sisters, and we would like to tell you about our pets. + We have a bird named Dicky, and we have two gold-fishes, a + pearl-fish, and a roach, which live in a large aquarium over a + fernery. We each have a cat. Our cats are almost exactly alike, and + are named Tabby-gray and Frolic. We took the names from YOUNG + PEOPLE. We have two horses named Bonner and Charlie. Bonner is five + years old, and Charlie is twenty-seven. Charlie is a remarkable + horse. Two years ago he was very sick. We thought he was dying, and + told a man to shoot him; but he said Charlie looked at him so + intelligently that he could not do it. After that, Charlie got + well, and we have taken many long, delightful drives with him, and + he has been driven in a span with Bonner twenty-seven miles in one + afternoon. We have had him sixteen years, and when papa was living, + Charlie, when the gong sounded for dinner, would back out of his + stall, and go to the office door to bring him home. Do you not + think we ought to love such a faithful old horse? We do love him, + and he has a nice home and kind treatment. + + HATTIE and NETTIE D. + + * * * * * + + LEESBURG, FLORIDA. + + I am a subscriber of this very interesting little paper, and get it + regularly every week. I don't know how I would do without it. You + can not imagine how anxious I am to go to town and get it the + moment I know it is in the post-office. + + I live in the land of flowers, and I like my home very much. + + EVA H. + + * * * * * + + IVANPAH, CALIFORNIA. + + I am the little girl whose letter was printed in YOUNG PEOPLE No. + 45, that was going to the mines. I am there now. I will try to tell + you all about my trip. We came two hundred and ten miles across the + Desert in the stage. We were over eight days on the road. We camped + out two nights, and made our beds on the ground. I gathered many + beautiful stones in the Desert. I saw a rattlesnake. + + I have been down in the mine eight hundred feet, and I am going + down a shaft which is nine hundred feet below the level. + + I have three pet cats here, and I have thirty hens, which I feed + twice every day. I have no brothers or sisters, but I amuse myself + by reading YOUNG PEOPLE, and by running over the rocks and + prospecting. + + FLORENCE R. + + * * * * * + + PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND. + + We have taken YOUNG PEOPLE ever since the first number, and we all + like it. I have two brothers and two sisters. Christmas my brother + had the book called _Old Times in the Colonies_ for a present. + There are the same stories in it that were in YOUNG PEOPLE, and a + great many more. One is about King Philip and the wars with the + settlers in Rhode Island. I have read many of the other stories, + and they are very interesting. I am twelve years old. + + LOUISE S. + + * * * * * + + TRENTON, NEW YORK. + + I am a little girl six years old. I have a papa and mamma, but no + little brother or sister. I have a doggie named Dick, and a kitty + named Flossy, and eleven dollies with a black nurse. I take + HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and can hardly wait for it to come. I wish + every little girl could have it. I am learning to read and write. + + ABBIE MAUD B. + + * * * * * + + BALTIMORE, MARYLAND. + + I go to school and Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to + practice, but I always find time to read my YOUNG PEOPLE. I went to + the country this summer, and had a splendid time. I went + boat-riding on the Shenandoah River. I am eleven years old. + + ELEANOR E. A. + + * * * * * + + DETROIT, MICHIGAN. + + I have a little dog. His name is Prince. He sleeps with me. He + weighs four and one-half pounds. + + I have been in bed a week with scarlet fever, and I enjoy YOUNG + PEOPLE so much! + + I have a nice stamp-book, but not many stamps yet. I will have + some to exchange soon. I am eight years old. + + JOHNNIE E. + + * * * * * + + FARMINGTON, NEW YORK. + + I am a boy ten years old. I go to school, and read in the Fourth + Reader, and study arithmetic and geography. I take YOUNG PEOPLE, + and hope I can have it always. + + I have a cat. His name is Dick. He will follow me over to + grandpa's, and stay with me until I come home. + + This is the first letter I ever wrote. + + SIDNEY J. C. + + * * * * * + + AROYA STATION, COLORADO. + + I take much pleasure in reading all the letters and stories. I hope + all the readers enjoy YOUNG PEOPLE as much as I do. + + Since my letter requesting exchange was published I have received + many pretty things. I wish to inform the correspondents that I + have no more specimens now, except enough to pay what I owe for + favors I have received. I would request the correspondents not to + send me anything more, as I could not make any return. + + CLARA F. R. SWIFT. + + * * * * * + + BARRANQUILLA, UNITED STATES OF COLOMBIA. + + A happy time it is for me when the steamer from New York for South + America arrives, and brings YOUNG PEOPLE. I pity the little + correspondent who wrote in the Post-office Box about four feet of + snow, for I believe it must be very cold there, although I have + never seen snow yet. Here even now we have many blooming plants in + our garden at Oasis, our beautiful country-seat, near Barranquilla. + + I am nine years old. I have my own horse, a deer, and a little + circus. + + We have all tropic plants, and I should like to exchange some + Southern, German, and French postage stamps, or dried flowers and + leaves from the tropic zone, for all kinds of minerals. Letters + and packages may be sent to my uncle in New York city, whose + address is at the end of my letter, and who will forward them to + me. He will also be kind enough to receive and forward my answers + to correspondents. + + If any young readers would like to know more of my country, I will + send another letter. + + JUDITH WOLFF, care of Mr. D. A. De Lima, + 68 William Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + PASSAIC BRIDGE, NEW JERSEY. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. Papa bought me the first volume + bound. I have two kitties; one is white, the other is black. We + call them Romeo and Juliet, because they are so loving; they always + go to sleep with their paws around each other's necks. + + WINNIE V. + + * * * * * + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. When I was in the White Mountains + this summer I went to a silver and lead mine, where I got a number + of specimens, which I should like to exchange for foreign postage + stamps. Or to any one sending me twenty-five foreign postage stamps + I will send forty-five foreign and United States postmarks. + + G. L. BRIGGS, + P. O. Box 560, Brookline, Mass. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are also desired by correspondents: + + Postage stamps for curiosities, Indian relics, or anything suitable + for a museum. + + SAMUEL CARPENTER, JUN., Oswego, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks and foreign postage stamps. + + FRANK K. LIPPITT, + Petaluma, Sonoma County, California. + + * * * * * + + Gray moss and postmarks for minerals (especially ores), fossils, + coins, or stamps. + + CHARLES P. MATTHEUS, P. O. Box 13, + Fort Covington, Franklin County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Twenty-five postage stamps, or ten postmarks and eight stamps, for + a box of ocean curiosities and a star-fish. + + R. LAMP, care of William Lamp, + Madison, Dane County, Wis. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM H.--The term "blizzard" is applied in Canada and the +Northwestern Territories of the United States to an extremely sharp +snow-storm, when the particles of snow are blown by the wind like fine +pieces of steel. One can hardly walk the distance of a city block in +such a storm without getting one's nose and ears frozen. + + * * * * * + +C. B. F.--Mrs. Elizabeth Goose, who lived in Boston before the +Revolution, is generally supposed to have been the first to sing, for +the amusement of her grandchildren, most of the nursery jingles that +have ever since been known as "Mother Goose's Melodies." The _Tales of +Mother Goose_, such as "Blue Beard," "Tom Thumb," "Cinderella," etc., +were the production of a celebrated French writer of the seventeenth +century, named Perrault. He composed these fairy tales to amuse a little +son. They were first published in Paris in 1697, under his son's name, +and have since been translated into nearly every language. + + * * * * * + +JOHN W.--It is said that a Mr. Beyer, an eminent linen-draper of London, +underwent in his youth the comical adventures which Cowper has described +in his ballad of "John Gilpin." It appears from Southey's life of the +poet that his friend Lady Austin once repeated to him a story told to +her in her childhood of an unfortunate pleasure party of this +linen-draper, ending in his being carried past his point both in going +and returning, and finally being brought home by his horse without +having met his family at Edmonton. Cowper is said to have been extremely +amused by the story, and to have composed his famous ballad while lying +awake one night suffering from headache. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM D.--_Old Times in the Colonies_ is ended. You will find a notice +of the book in No. 56 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + * * * * * + +E. H.--You will find very good directions for painting magic-lantern +slides in a letter from Harry J. in the Post-office Box of YOUNG PEOPLE +No. 62. + + * * * * * + +HARRY W.--Directions for catching and preserving insects were given in +the Post-office Box of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 27, and in the same +department of No. 34 is a description of a cheap and simple case for +mounting butterflies and other specimens. + + * * * * * + +A. RUSSELL.--See answer to S. H. M. in the Post-office Box of HARPER'S +YOUNG PEOPLE No. 22. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Abel Caldwell, Harry, Maud E. Chase, L. M. +Weter, Blanche Dougan, Isabel W. Harris, Ellen and Edna B., Pert Gates, +J. A. Tannahill, C. S. G., J. W., James A. Harris, Edward McNally, +Florence Stidham, Mabel Going, Josie Belle B., Bessie Guyton, Helen S., +C. H. Mathias, Florence F. S., W. B. Wyman. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Belle Bloom, Arthur D. +Prince, M. W. and E. W., Bessie R. Howell, Walter P. Hiles, A. D. +Hopper, A. Russell, Nellie V. Brainard, Annie W. Booth, Richard O. +Chester, John N. Howe, Mary E. DeWitt, Fanny Squire. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +CONNECTED DIAMONDS. + +1. In play-time. A small barrel. A coin. An animal. In play-time. 2. In +trouble. A minute part. Kingly. A label. In trouble. Centrals +connected--An aromatic plant. + + BOLUS. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +WORD SQUARES. + +1. First, to babble. Second, to mature. Third, separately. Fourth, neat. +Fifth, to register. + + CAL I. FORNY. + +2. First, custom. Second, a dwelling. Third, a certain variety of an +important article of commerce. Fourth, mental. Fifth, water-fowls. + + LONE STAR. + +3. First, elevated. Second, inactive. Third, joy. Fourth, to mind. + + WILLIE F. W. + +4. First, one of the signs in the zodiac. Second, a dress of dignity. +Third, a boy's name. Fourth, to encircle. + + LAURA. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +CHARADE. + +My first is a cooking utensil. My second is a species of tree. My whole +is used in making soap. + + WILLIE L. K. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +ENIGMA. + + In kennel, not in dog. + In pen, not in hog. + In new, not in old. + In hot, not in cold. + In sound, not in noise. + In candy, not in toys. + In beak, not in bill. + In monkey, not in drill. + My whole is the dark "and bloody ground" + By the names of a huntsman and statesman renowned. + + HALLA. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 61. + +No. 1. + +Chicago. + +No. 2. + + K I D D E R M I N S T E R + S W I T Z E R L A N D + M A L A D E T T A + Y E N I S E I + A L T A I + L E E + R + U R E + A D A M S + T A U N T O N + M A C K E N Z I E + B R A H M A P U T R A + S A N B E R N A R D I N O + +No. 3. + +Moscow. + +No. 4. + + B A L E M A L T + A P E S A R E A + L E A P L E A R + E S P Y T A R T + + C A M P I M A G E + A R A L M O L A R + M A T E A L U T A + P L E A G A T E S + E R A S E + + * * * * * + +Charade on page 144--Sea-mew. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +[Illustration: WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?] + + + + +A curious story is told of the way in which Admiral By-the-sea, V.C., +C.B.--a very distinguished English naval officer, who has lately +retired, after many years of service, from his profession--first came by +his name. It is said that when an infant he was picked up by the sailors +of a man-of-war in the open sea. They found a bale of goods floating in +the water, and lashed to it was the body of a lady with a child in her +arms. The mother was dead, but the boy still lived. No clew was found by +which the relations of this little waif of the sea could be discovered; +and so, after the officers had made some vain attempts to communicate +with them by means of advertisements, they determined to adopt the boy, +and not knowing his real name, they christened him "By-the-sea." He was +sent to a naval school, and when old enough, went to sea again, and was +fortunate enough to join the same ship by the crew of which he had been +rescued years before. Soon he showed himself a clever and active sailor, +ready for anything, and doing whatever he did well; and when the Crimean +war came, he displayed such gallantry in assisting his wounded comrades +that he gained the Victoria Cross, and was made a Companion of the Bath. +After this, promotion came quickly; his services were, later on, +transferred to India, where for many years he filled the responsible +post of Consulting Naval Officer to the government; and now he retires +with the full rank of Admiral. The men who rescued the poor child from +the sea, so many years ago, little knew what an honorable and useful +life they were preserving by this act for the service of their country. + + + + +CHARADE. + + + Although in sable plumes my first + Displays himself on high, + His reputation is the worst, + His tastes are low, his race is curst-- + We're glad to see him die. + + My next is in the water found, + Or in the cozy inn, + Where talk and drink go freely round, + Or in the court maintains its ground, + Or keeps the thief from sin. + + My whole is placed in humble hands, + And when with skill applied, + Will bring to light the golden sands. + 'Tis known and used in many lands; + It seeks what others hide. + + + + +=Killed by Fright=.--Many an illness is caused simply by imagination, and +those of us who go about our work with calmness and confidence are much +more likely to escape disease than others who are filled with +apprehension should infection come within a hundred miles of them. In +connection with this, the Arabs tell the following story: One day a +traveller met the Plague going into Cairo, and accosted it thus, "For +what purpose are you entering Cairo?" + +"To kill three thousand people," rejoined the Plague. + +Some time after, the same traveller met the Plague on its return, and +said, "But you killed thirty thousand!" + +"Nay," answered the Plague, "I killed but three thousand; the rest died +of fright." + + + + +SLEIGH-BELLS. + + + "Sleigh-bells, sleigh-bells, + What are you saying?" + "Merriest thing in all the world + 'Tis to go a-sleighing: + Laughter ringing, + Shouting, singing, + Bells a-jingling, + Noses tingling, + Horses prancing, + Hearts a-dancing, + Sky all brightness, + Earth all whiteness; + Diamonds in the icicles, + Sunbeams round them playing: + Merriest thing in all the world + 'Tis to go a-sleighing!" + + + + +[Illustration: "TUM, HORSIE."] + +[Illustration: "DET UP, HORSIE!"] + +[Illustration: "WHOA! 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 18, 1881 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 5, 2014 [EBook #44597] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 18, 1881 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#WHO_GOT_THE_MITTEN">WHO GOT THE MITTEN?</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_YOUNG_TIN-TYPERS">THE YOUNG TIN-TYPERS.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOBY_TYLER">TOBY TYLER</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CLEOPATRAS_NEEDLE">CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_MURDER_OF_THE_PRINCES_IN_THE_TOWER">THE MURDER OF THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MISS_SOPHONISBA_SYLVIA_PLANTAGENET_TUDOR">MISS SOPHONISBA SYLVIA PLANTAGENET TUDOR.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MILDREDS_BARGAIN">MILDRED'S BARGAIN</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SLEIGH-BELLS">SLEIGH-BELLS.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="390" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" /> +</div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. II.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 64.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, January 18, 1881.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1881, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="600" height="597" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">DUTCH SLEIGH-RIDING.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="WHO_GOT_THE_MITTEN" id="WHO_GOT_THE_MITTEN">WHO GOT THE MITTEN?</a></h2> + +<h3>BY ROSE TERRY COOKE.</h3> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Deer Ant Roxy</span>,—Ive hed consider'ble many calls for mittins along +back this Winter: mostly they're wove goods, thet dont last no +time. Its come into my head that mabbe you'd jest as lives make a +leetle suthin to buy snuff an' handkerchers with, odd times, and +reklectin you used to be a master hand to knit this is for to say +that ef you'd fall to and knit a lot of them two-threaded mittins +we boys set by so, why I could sell 'em for ye—on commission. Ef +you're agreeble why drop me a line to 117 Blank St St Josephs, you +see its mostly drovers and sech wants 'em.</p> + +<p>"Yours to command,</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">"<span class="smcap">John Jackson</span>."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>"The lands sakes!" ejaculated Miss Roxy Blair, as she laid down her +spectacles after reading this letter. "John was allers the beateree for +gumption. I allers said he'd make a spoon or spile a horn, an' I do +b'lieve it's the spoon. Well said! I've got full twenty run o' blue yarn +I spun last year, an' some red: guess there won't be no white wanted in +them parts. I'll set to an' get a lot more red over to Miss Billins's. +Wonder ef she'd git wind on't, and go to makin' mittins herself?—she +beats all to question folks up. I'll tell her I'm a-goin' to teach Nance +to knit; and so I be: 'ta'n't no lie. I will teach her to knit an' help +on the mittins. It'll be suthin for her to do nights, 'stead of readin' +all the newspaper scraps she can pick up."</p> + +<p>Nancy Peck was Miss Roxy's bound girl; the old lady lived alone in a +small brown house on a hill-side far above Bassett; a grass-grown track +ran by the house, through the woods that clothed the hill-top, over and +away into the heart of the Green Mountains.</p> + +<p>Little Nancy had been bound out to Miss Roxana only about a year when +John Jackson's letter reached Bassett. Miss Roxy was getting old; +rheumatism had laid hold of her, and she could not hobble up and down +hill to the village any longer: so she resolved to take a young girl +into her house to wait on her.</p> + +<p>"'Twon't cost a great deal," she said to herself. "There's the gardin +a'n't half planted; she can drop potaters as well as a man, and hill 'em +up too; and I can set more beans outside the fence; when Isr'el comes up +to spade the gardin, he can fix up a place for more beans, and Ingin +meal's cheap. Fact is, anyway, I durstn't be up here alone no longer, +and hirin' some feller or 'nother to do arrands would cost more'n it +come to. There's ma's old gownds can be cut over for her, sech as is too +ragged for me."</p> + +<p>Having made up her mind, the old lady persuaded a neighbor who sometimes +drove by her house to mill to take her in, and leave her at the +poor-house, which was on his way, until he came back with his grist. +When he returned he found two passengers, for Miss Roxy had fixed on +Nancy for an experiment.</p> + +<p>"'Twas Hobson's choice," she explained to Mr. Tucker, as they drove +along; "there wa'n't no other gal there. She's real small, but Miss +Simons says she's spry an' handy, and she ha'n't got nobody belongin' to +her, so's't I sha'n't be pestered with folks a-comin' round."</p> + +<p>In six months little Nancy had become so useful that she was formally +bound out to the old lady, and now she went to school in summer half a +day, and had learned to read and write tolerably. She was very lonesome +in that solitary house. There were children at the poor-house whom she +played with, tended, and loved, but Miss Roxy had not even a cat; and +when Nancy, in the longing of her loving little heart, took a +crook-necked squash out of the shed, tied a calico rag about its neck, +and made a dolly of it to be company for her in the little garret where +she slept, Miss Roxy hunted it up—for she kept count of everything she +had—boxed Nancy's ears soundly, and cut up poor little yellow Mary Ann, +and boiled her in a pot for pies.</p> + +<p>Until the mitten business began, Miss Roxy found it hard to find enough +work for the child's active fingers to do; but after that she had no +trouble in keeping the little girl busy, as poor Nancy found out to her +sorrow. The evenings of spring, when she used to love to sit on the +door-step with her apron over her head, and listen to the frogs peeping +in a swamp far below, were now spent in winding hanks of yarn, or +struggling, with stiff little fingers, to slip the loops off one needle +and on to another, her eyes tired with the dull light of a tallow +candle, and her head aching with the effort to learn and the slaps her +dullness earned from Miss Roxy's hard hands. It was worse as summer came +on, and she had to knit, knit, all the time, with not a minute to get +new posies for her garden. Only by early dawn did she get her chance to +watch the blue liverwort open its sunny cup; the white eggs of bloodroot +buds come suddenly out of the black ground; the tiny rows of small +flowers that children call "Dutchman's breeches" hang and flutter on +their red stems; the azure sand-violet, dancing columbine, purple +crane's-bill, lilac orchis, and queer moccasin flower make that hidden +corner gay and sweet.</p> + +<p>Even when school began, she had to work still. Miss Roxy was determined +to send a big box of double-knit mittens to John Jackson before winter +set in; and as fast as they were finished they were dampened, pressed, +and laid away in the old hair trunk in the garret where Nancy slept.</p> + +<p>Poor little girl! she hated the sight of mittens, and this summer a wild +wish came into her head, that grew and grew, as she sat alone at her +knitting, until it quite filled head and heart too.</p> + +<p>A child from the city, spending the summer near Bassett, came now and +then to school as a sort of pastime, and brought with her a doll that +really went to sleep when you laid it down: shut its bright blue eyes, +and never opened them until it was taken up!</p> + +<p>It seemed to lonely little Nancy that such a doll would be all anybody +could want in the world. If only Nancy had such a dear lovely creature +to sleep in her bed at night, and sit up in the door beside her while +she knit, she knew she would be perfectly happy; but that could never +be. However, after much dreaming, wishing, and planning, one day a +bright and desperate idea came across her. That night she asked a great +many questions of Miss Roxy, who at last gave her a sharp answer, and +told her to hold her tongue; but the child had found out all she wanted +to know and did not mind the crossness.</p> + +<p>Next morning she got up very early, and stealing across the garret, took +an old book from a dusty pile on a shelf, then with a pair of scissors +she had brought up overnight she cut out a blank leaf, and pinned it, +carefully folded, into the pocket of her dress.</p> + +<p>She did not go out-of-doors at the school recess, but took the pen with +which she had been writing her copy, and smoothing the paper out, wrote +this queer little letter:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Deer gentilman</span>,—I am a poor little gurl who nits mittins for Miss +Roxy. I am bound out and I havent got no folks of my own, not so +much as a verry smal baby. I wish I had a dol. I am real lonesum. +wil you send mee a dol. My naim is Nansy Peck, and I live to Mis +Roxy Blair's house in Baset Vermonte. I nit this mittin. when I am +big I wil pay for the dol.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">"<span class="smcap">Nansy Peck</span>."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The letter once written, and waved up and down under the desk to dry, +the paper was pinned into her pocket again, and when the next pair of +mittens she knit were done, pressed, caught together with a bit of yarn, +and sent up, by her, to the trunk, the daring and odd little note was +slipped safely inside one of them, and lay there several months +undiscovered.</p> + +<p>One bitter cold day, at the end of the next November, a young man came +hastily into John Jackson's shop in St. Joseph.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hullo!" he said. "I want a pair of those knit mittens of yours. I'm +ordered off to the Denver station, and they do say it's colder 'n blazes +there. Handling express packages ain't real warm work anyhow!"</p> + +<p>And so, while little Nancy, washing potatoes for dinner, wondered who +had got her mitten with the letter in it, Joe Harris, Adams Express +Agent for Denver, was cramming the pair into his pocket. The next week a +snow-squall with a gale and a half of wind swooped down on Denver with +all fury, and the new agent's teeth chattered and his hands smarted as +he stood waiting for the train that had just whistled; he pulled the +heavy mittens out of his overcoat pocket, twitched them apart, and +sticking his left hand into one of them, found the note. He had no time +to look at it then, for there was work on hand; but that evening, in the +bare little room at the hotel, he took the letter out of his pocket, +and, big strong man that he was, two great tears hopped out of his eyes +on to the eager, anxious little letter.</p> + +<p>"By jinks! she shall have her dolly!" he exclaimed, fetching his fist +down on the rickety table, where his lamp stood, with a thump that +almost sent lamp and all to the floor. But how to get it? Denver was no +place then, whatever it is now, to buy dolls, and Joe was much disturbed +at it; but it happened that the very next week he was recalled to St. +Louis on some business which must be seen to in person; so, just as soon +as his errand was done, he went about to all the toy-shops until he was +satisfied at last with a doll. And well he might be! the dolly was of +bisque, with movable eyes and real golden hair, joints in her arms and +legs, and a face almost as lovely as a real baby; for a baby doll it +was, in long clothes, with little corals to tie up its sleeves, and tiny +socks on its feet. Joe had it boxed up carefully, directed to Miss Nancy +Peck, at Bassett, Vermont, and then stepped into the express office, +told the story, and read the letter. The Superintendent had little girls +of his own.</p> + +<p>"It shall go free all the way there," he said, and wrote on the outside: +"Pass along the dolly, boys! get it there by Christmas, sure. Free. +X.Y.Z."</p> + +<p>So the doll-baby began its journey; and the story Joe Harris told at St. +Louis was told and retold from one messenger to another, and many a +smile did it rouse on the tired faces; and here one man tied on a gold +dollar wrapped in paper and tucked in under the box lid, and there +another added a box of candy, and another a bundle of gay calico for a +child's dress, and one a picture-book, each labelled "Merry Christmas +for Nancy," till the agent at the last large town had to put all the +things into a big box, and pack the corners with oranges.</p> + +<p>Can any words tell what Nancy thought when that box climbed up to her +from Bassett on Mr. Tucker's wagon—the very same wagon that brought her +from the poor-house? Luckily for her, Miss Roxy could not leave her bed, +where she had lain a month now with acute rheumatism; for when she heard +Nancy's story she was angry enough to box her ears well, and did scold +furiously, and call the poor child many a bad name for her "brazen +impudence," as she called it. But what did Nancy care when at last, with +an old hatchet, she had pried off the box lid, and discovered its hidden +treasures! Miss Roxy was glad enough of a sweet ripe orange, and stopped +scolding to eat it at once; but Nancy could not look at another thing +when the doll box was opened at last, and the lovely sleeping baby +discovered. The child could not speak. She threw her apron over her +head, and ran into the garret. Miss Roxy smiled grimly under her orange.</p> + +<p>"Little fool!" said she; "what upon airth does she want to cry for?"</p> + +<p>But all the expressmen smiled when each one read a quaint little letter +dropped soon after into the Bassett Post-office, and directed "To all +the adams express Gentlemen betwene Basset and st louis Miss." It was +duly forwarded along the line, and ran thus:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Dere gentlemen</span>,—I know by the Laybels how good everyboddy was, +and the doly is goodest of All, but everything is good. I Thank you +ten thowsand times. I am so glad, the Things was splendidd!</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">"<span class="smcap">Nansy Peck</span>."</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_YOUNG_TIN-TYPERS" id="THE_YOUNG_TIN-TYPERS">THE YOUNG TIN-TYPERS.</a></h2> + +<h3>PART II.</h3> + +<p>"Now," said Jim, "to-day is Thursday, and if you can mix the sensitive +bath, I will go down town and buy the other things that we need. Then +to-morrow we can prepare everything, and Saturday—oh, just think!—we +can take a picture."</p> + +<p>After Jim started off, Fred went to the dark chamber, which was a large +closet in their work-room, and at once set about preparing the mystic +solution to sensitize the plate.</p> + +<p>He first took some rain-water, and let it drip through a filter paper +placed in a glass funnel, to remove all the impurities that might be +suspended in it. Then he added the crystals of nitrate of silver; then a +few grains of iodide of potassium were added, when, to his surprise, a +yellow powder began to form. However, he put the mixture aside to +saturate, as the Professor had directed him, having first stirred it +with a small glass rod, and went to study his lessons for the next day.</p> + +<p>He had not been studying long before Jim entered, and with a very grand +air placed several small parcels on the table. He was about to explain +their contents, when he suddenly broke out in a wild fit of laughter. +"Why, Fred, what have you done to yourself?" said he.</p> + +<p>Fred looked up from his book, and found, to his great disgust, a number +of heavy black spots on his hands and coat. "Well, I don't see what that +is," he said.</p> + +<p>"I do," said Jim: "you have been and spattered yourself with silver, and +the sunlight has turned it black. You are in a nice fix, for nothing +will take it off."</p> + +<p>"The coat was only a work jacket," said Fred, "and I don't care a bit +about my hands. But let us see what you have bought."</p> + +<p>"In the first place," said Jim, opening his packages, "here are some tin +plates—great big fellows, too, and all for fifty cents. And here is +some collodion. These green crystals are sulphate of iron, and the man +says we must keep them in a very tight bottle, because if the air gets +at them they will spoil. He told me they were made of old nails and +sulphuric acid. Do you believe it? These green crystals we must dissolve +in water before using. This stuff in the bottle is acetic acid. Doesn't +it smell queer? And here is some hyposulphite of soda; and that's all. +Now let's get to work."</p> + +<p>The two hours were now over, and Fred returned to his silver bath, and +let it run through a filter, when, by rule, the bath was ready. It was +placed in a flask, and tightly corked.</p> + +<p>"Now, Jim," said Fred. "I guess we would better leave everything until +Saturday, because to-morrow we have an examination in algebra, and ought +to cram for that to-night; and to-morrow afternoon is the ball match, +and in the evening we shall be tired."</p> + +<p>At last Saturday morning came, bright and sunny, and the two boys began +in earnest the task of taking a picture.</p> + +<p>Fred had procured a tall narrow glass vessel to hold the silver bath, +and a glass dipper with which to suspend the plate, and having mixed the +developing and fixing solutions, the boys were at last ready.</p> + +<p>"Now you pour on the collodion," said Jim, "and put the plate in the +bath, while I get the camera in position and adjust the focus."</p> + +<p>"What are you going to take?" asked Fred.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I guess I'll try old Spriggins's back yard," answered the other. "He's +got a big grape-vine arbor there that will take immense."</p> + +<p>Fred, left to himself, poured the collodion over the plate, and gently +tilted it from side to side. The liquid did not flow evenly, but lay in +rings and streaks all over the surface.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't we try the Professor's gum-arabic, and save collodion!" he +exclaimed. But not discouraged by failure, he tried again, and by sheer +luck succeeded in making a smooth surface. In about five seconds he put +the plate in the bath, and awaited the result. When he removed it, +instead of being finely coated with silver, the plate appeared cracked, +greasy, and spotted.</p> + +<p>"Oh, misery!" he cried, "the bath is all full of yellow stuff. What +shall I do?"</p> + +<p>Hearing this, Jim returned to the laboratory, and with his usual +calmness simply said, "Filter."</p> + +<p>Fred did so, and in a few moments a clear bath was again obtained.</p> + +<p>"How did that happen, I wonder?" said Fred.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you allowed the collodion time enough to set," was the +answer. "Let me try this time."</p> + +<p>After a good deal of trouble with the collodion, Jim finally prepared a +smooth plate, which he allowed to wait thirty seconds, and then +carefully lowered it into the silver bath. After a few seconds he raised +it, and found it covered with streaks.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">OLD SPRIGGINS'S GRAPE ARBOR.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Put it back," said Fred; and in it went. In about thirty-five seconds +more, it was of that fine opal tint mentioned by the Professor. It was +then placed in the slide and carried to the camera. Jim pulled out his +watch, and with a forced smile to hide his nervousness said, "Go," and +Fred drew up the sliding door. When the plate had been exposed long +enough, as he thought, Jim cried, "Time," the door was closed, the slide +taken from the camera, and the boys returned with it to the dark +chamber.</p> + +<p>The plate was then taken from the slide, and Fred, seizing a bottle, +poured its contents over the opaline surface.</p> + +<p>"As if by magic—" Jim began.</p> + +<p>"Nothing appears," continued Fred, as he saw in astonishment every trace +of silver disappear from the plate, and the bare tin surface left +exposed. "I can't see through that," he added, in dismay.</p> + +<p>"I can," answered Jim: "you were in such a hurry that you poured on the +fixing solution instead of the developer, and of course that has +dissolved everything."</p> + +<p>Jim then prepared another plate with great care, placed it in the +camera, exposed it for such time as he thought fit, and returned with it +to the dark chamber. Removing it from the slide, he carefully poured on +the developer. By degrees the cloud on the surface dissolved, and a +picture slowly appeared, very imperfect, but still a picture.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="300" height="239" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">GLASS BATH AND DIPPER.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Isn't that splendid?" said Fred, enthusiastically; "it's just as +natural as life."</p> + +<p>Jim, cool and quiet as usual, washed the plate well with water, and +cautiously poured on the fixing solution, when the yellow coating of the +picture vanished, and old Spriggins's grape arbor came out in clear, +sharp lines.</p> + +<p>"Now, Fred," said he, "you calm down a little, and varnish this."</p> + +<p>"All right," answered Fred; and having lighted the spirit-lamp, he +poured on the varnish, and held the plate over the flame; but, alas! +there was a fizz, a vile smell, a great deal of smoke, and the pretty +picture was a mass of paste.</p> + +<p>"I won't have anything more to do with this part of the work," said +Fred, impatiently, throwing the spoiled plate on the floor. "I can play +doctor's shop, and mix up solutions as well as anybody, but this endless +dipping, washing, and drying takes more patience than I possess. I shall +leave that to you, Jim."</p> + +<p>"One more trial, and a perfect picture," answered Jim, quietly.</p> + +<p>The next attempt proceeded smoothly up to the varnishing-point, when Jim +said he would do it without the aid of heat. The picture was accordingly +varnished and stood away to dry, when after a few minutes it was found +to be covered with a white film which entirely obscured it. Fred +declared he would never try again, but Jim, more persevering, decided to +heat the plate a little, and see what happened. He passed it gently over +the spirit-lamp flame, when, to his great relief, the cloud vanished, +and the picture re-appeared, increased in brightness, and covered with a +coating thick enough to protect it from scratches.</p> + +<p>These boys had many other mishaps and disappointments before they became +skillful enough to be sure of obtaining a good picture. They learned, +too, that rules in books sound very easy, but that much practice and +experience are required to carry them out successfully. But having by +care and perseverance once conquered all obstacles, they had no end of +fun copying pictures for friends and school-mates.</p> + +<p>Having become very fair tin-typers, they are now ambitious to take +negatives on glass, and print from them. If they succeed in doing this +well, some day they may tell you all about it, if you are interested +enough to listen.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> + +<h4><a name="TOBY_TYLER" id="TOBY_TYLER">[Begun in No. 58 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h3>TOBY TYLER;</h3> + +<h3>OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.</h3> + +<h3>BY JAMES OTIS.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter VI</span>.</h3> + +<h3>A TENDER-HEARTED SKELETON.</h3> + +<p>"Now, then, lazy-bones," was Mr. Lord's warning cry as Toby came out of +the tent, "if you've fooled away enough of your time, you can come here +an' 'tend shop for me while I go to supper. You crammed yourself this +noon, an' it'll teach you a good lesson to make you go without anything +to eat to-night; it'll make you move round more lively in the future."</p> + +<p>Instead of becoming accustomed to such treatment as he was receiving +from his employers, Toby's heart grew more tender with each brutal word, +and this last punishment—that of losing his supper—caused the poor boy +more sorrow than blows would. Mr. Lord started for the hotel as he +concluded his cruel speech, and poor little Toby, going behind the +counter, leaned his head upon the rough boards, and cried as if his +heart would break.</p> + +<p>All the fancied brightness and pleasure of a circus life had vanished, +and in its place was the bitterness of remorse that he had repaid Uncle +Daniel's kindness by the ingratitude of running away. Toby thought then +that if he could only nestle his little red head on the pillows of his +little bed in that rough room at Uncle Daniel's, he would be the +happiest and best boy, in the future, in all the great wide world.</p> + +<p>While he was still sobbing away at a most furious rate he heard a voice +close at his elbow, and looking up, he saw the thinnest man he had ever +seen in all his life. The man had flesh-colored tights on, and a +spangled red velvet garment—that was neither pants, because there were +no legs to it, nor a coat, because it did not come above his waist—made +up the remainder of his costume. Because he was so wonderfully thin, +because of the costume which he wore, and because of a highly colored +painting which was hanging in front of one of the small tents, Toby knew +that the Living Skeleton was before him, and his big brown eyes opened +all the wider as he gazed at him.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter, little fellow?" asked the man, in a kindly tone. +"What makes you cry so? Has Job been up to his old tricks again?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know what his old tricks are"—and Toby sobbed, his tears +coming again because of the sympathy which this man's voice expressed +for him—"but I know that he's a mean, ugly thing, that's what I know; +an' if I could only get back to Uncle Dan'l, there hain't elephants +enough in all the circuses in the world to pull me away again."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you run away from home, did you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did," sobbed Toby, "an' there hain't any boy in any +Sunday-school book that ever I read that was half so sorry he'd been bad +as I am. It's awful; an' now I can't have any supper, 'cause I stopped +to talk with Mr. Stubbs."</p> + +<p>"Is Mr. Stubbs one of your friends?" asked the skeleton, as he seated +himself on Mr. Lord's own private seat.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is, an' he's the only one in this whole circus who 'pears to be +sorry for me. You'd better not let Mr. Lord see you sittin' in that +chair, or he'll raise a row."</p> + +<p>"Job won't raise any row with me," said the skeleton. "But who is this +Mr. Stubbs? I don't seem to know anybody by that name."</p> + +<p>"I don't think that is his name. I only call him so, 'cause he looks so +much like a feller I know who is named Stubbs."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> + +<p>This satisfied the skeleton that this Mr. Stubbs must be some one +attached to the show, and he asked,</p> + +<p>"Has Job been whipping you?"</p> + +<p>"No; Ben, the driver on the cart where I ride, told him not to do that +again; but he hain't going to let me have any supper, 'cause I was so +slow about my work, though I wasn't slow; I only talked to Mr. Stubbs +when there wasn't anybody round his cage."</p> + +<p>"Sam! Sam! Sam-u-el!"</p> + +<p>This name, which was shouted twice in a quick, loud voice, and the third +time in a slow manner, ending almost in a screech, did not come from +either Toby or the skeleton, but from an enormously large woman, dressed +in a gaudy red and black dress, cut very short, and with low neck and an +apology for sleeves, who had just come out from the tent whereon the +picture of the Living Skeleton hung.</p> + +<p>"Samuel," she screamed again, "come inside this minute, or you'll catch +your death o' cold, an' I shall have you wheezin' around with the +phthisic all night. Come in, Sam-u-el."</p> + +<p>"That's her," said the skeleton to Toby, as he pointed his thumb in the +direction of the fat woman, but paid no attention to the outcry she was +making—"that's my wife Lilly, an' she's the fat woman of the show. +She's always yellin' after me that way the minute I get out for a little +fresh air, an' she's always sayin' just the same thing. Bless you, I +never have the phthisic, but she does awful; an' I s'pose 'cause she's +so large she can't feel all over her, an' thinks it's me that has it."</p> + +<p>"Is—is all that—is that your wife?" stammered Toby, in astonishment, +as he looked at the enormously fat woman who stood in the tent door, and +then at the wonderfully thin man who sat beside him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's her," said the skeleton. "She weighs pretty nigh four +hundred, though of course the show cards says it's over six hundred, an' +she earns almost as much money as I do. Of course she can't get so much, +for skeletons is much scarcer than fat folks; but we make a pretty good +thing travellin' together."</p> + +<p>"Sam-u-el," again came a cry from the fat woman, "are you never coming +in?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet, my angel," said the skeleton, placidly, as he crossed one thin +leg over the other, and looked calmly at her. "Come here an' see Job's +new boy."</p> + +<p>"Your imprudence is wearin' me away so that I sha'n't be worth five +dollars a week to any circus," she said, impatiently; but at the same +time she came toward the candy stand quite as rapidly as her very great +size would admit.</p> + +<p>"This is my wife Lilly—Mrs. Treat," said the skeleton, with a proud +wave of the hand, as he rose from his seat and gazed admiringly at her. +"This is my flower, my queen, Mr.—Mr.—"</p> + +<p>"Tyler," said Toby, supplying the name which the skeleton—or Mr. Treat, +as Toby now learned his name was—"Tyler is my name, Toby Tyler."</p> + +<p>"Why, what a little chap you are!" said Mrs. Treat, paying no attention +to the awkward little bend of the head which Toby had intended for a +bow. "How small he is, Samuel!"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the skeleton, reflectively, as he looked Toby over from head +to foot, as if he were mentally trying to calculate exactly how many +inches high he was, "he is small; but he's got all the world before him +to grow in, an' if he only eats enough— There, that reminds me. Job +isn't going to give him any supper, because he didn't work hard enough."</p> + +<p>"He won't, won't he?" exclaimed the large lady, savagely. "Oh, he's a +precious one, he is, an' some day I shall just give him a good shakin' +up, that's what I'll do. I get all out of patience with that man's +ugliness."</p> + +<p>"An' she'll do just what she says," said the skeleton to Toby, with an +admiring shake of the head. "That woman hain't afraid of anybody, an' I +wouldn't be a bit surprised if she did give Job a pretty rough time."</p> + +<p>Toby thought, as he looked at her, that she was large enough to give +'most any one a pretty rough time, but he did not venture to say so. +While he was looking first at her, and then at her very thin husband, +the skeleton told his wife the little which he had learned regarding the +boy's history, and when he had concluded she waddled away toward her +tent.</p> + +<p>"Great woman that," said the skeleton, as he saw her disappear within +the tent.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Toby, "she's the greatest I ever saw."</p> + +<p>"I mean that she's got a great head. Now you'll see about how much she +cares for what Job says."</p> + +<p>"If I was as big as her," said Toby, with just a shade of envy in his +voice, "I wouldn't be afraid of anybody."</p> + +<p>"It hain't so much the size," said the skeleton, sagely—"it hain't so +much the size, my boy; for I can scare that woman almost to death when I +feel like it."</p> + +<p>Toby looked for a moment at Mr. Treat's thin legs and arms, and then he +said, warningly, "I wouldn't feel like it very often if I was you, Mr. +Treat, 'cause she might break some of your bones if you didn't happen to +scare her enough."</p> + +<p>"Don't fear for me, my boy—don't fear for me; you'll see how I manage +her if you stay with the circus long enough. Now I often—"</p> + +<p>If Mr. Treat was going to confide a family secret to Toby, it was fated +that he should not hear it then, for Mrs. Treat had just come out of her +tent, carrying in her hands a large tin plate piled high with a +miscellaneous assortment of pie, cake, bread, and meat.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 322px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="322" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">TOBY GETS HIS SUPPER.</span> +</div> + +<p>She placed this in front of Toby, and as she did so she handed him two +pictures.</p> + +<p>"There, little Toby Tyler," she said—"there's something for you to eat, +if Mr. Job Lord and his precious partner Jacobs did say you shouldn't +have any supper; an' I've brought you a picture of Samuel an' me. We +sell 'em for ten cents apiece, but I'm going to give them to you, +because I like the looks of you."</p> + +<p>Toby was quite overcome with the presents, and seemed at a loss how to +thank her for them. He attempted to speak, couldn't get the words out at +first, and then he said, as he put the two photographs in the same +pocket with his money: "You're awful good to me, an' when I get to be a +man I'll give you lots of things. I wasn't so very hungry, if I am such +a big eater, but I did want something."</p> + +<p>"Bless your dear little heart, and you shall have something to eat," +said the fat woman, as she seized Toby, squeezed him close up to her, +and kissed his freckled face as kindly as if it had been as fair and +white as possible. "You shall eat all you want to, an' if you get the +stomach-ache, as Samuel does sometimes when he's been eatin' too much, +I'll give you some catnip tea out of the same dipper that I give him +his. He's a great eater, Samuel is," she added, in a burst of +confidence, "an' it's a wonder to me what he does with it all +sometimes."</p> + +<p>"Is he?" exclaimed Toby, quickly. "How funny that is! for I'm an awful +eater. Why, Uncle Dan'l used to say that I ate twice as much as I ought +to, an' it never made me any bigger. I wonder what's the reason?"</p> + +<p>"I declare I don't know," said the fat woman, thoughtfully, "an' I've +wondered at it time an' time again. Some folks is made that way, an' +some folks is made different. Now I don't eat enough to keep a chicken +alive, an' yet I grow fatter an' fatter every day—don't I, Samuel?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed you do, my love," said the skeleton, with a world of pride in +his voice; "but you mustn't feel bad about it, for every pound you gain +makes you worth just so much more to the show."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I wasn't worryin'; I was only wonderin'; but we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> must go, Samuel, +for the poor child won't eat a bit while we are here. After you've eaten +what there is there, bring the plate in to me," she said to Toby, as she +took her lean husband by the arm and walked him off toward their own +tent.</p> + +<p>Toby gazed after them a moment, and then he commenced a vigorous attack +upon the eatables which had been so kindly given him. Of the food which +he had taken from the dinner table he had eaten some while he was in the +tent, and after that he had entirely forgotten that he had any in his +pocket; therefore at the time that Mrs. Treat had brought him such a +liberal supply he was really very hungry.</p> + +<p>He succeeded in eating nearly all the food which had been brought to +him, and the very small quantity which remained he readily found room +for in his pockets. Then he washed the plate nicely, and seeing no one +in sight, he thought he could leave the booth long enough to return the +plate.</p> + +<p>He ran with it quickly into the tent occupied by the thin man and fat +woman, and handed it to her with a profusion of thanks for her kindness.</p> + +<p>"Did you eat it all?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Well," hesitated Toby, "there was two doughnuts an' a piece of pie left +over, an' I put them in my pocket. If you don't care, I'll eat them some +time to-night."</p> + +<p>"You shall eat it whenever you want to, an' any time that you get hungry +again, you come right to me."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, marm. I must go now, for I left the store all alone."</p> + +<p>"Run, then; an' if Job Lord abuses you, just let me know it, an' I'll +keep him from cuttin' up any monkey shines."</p> + +<p>Toby hardly heard the end of her sentence, so great was his haste to get +back to the booth; and just as he emerged from the tent, on a quick run, +he received a blow on the ear which sent him sprawling in the dust, and +he heard Mr. Job Lord's angry voice as it said, "So, just the moment my +back is turned, you leave the stand to take care of itself, do you, an' +run around tryin' to plot some mischief against me, eh?" and the brute +kicked the prostrate boy twice with his heavy boot.</p> + +<p>"Please don't kick me again," pleaded Toby. "I wasn't gone but a minute, +an' I wasn't doing anything bad."</p> + +<p>"You're lying now, an' you know it, you young cub!" exclaimed the angry +man as he advanced to kick the boy again. "I'll let you know who you've +got to deal with when you get hold of me."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 328px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="328" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">JOB LORD LEARNS A LESSON.</span> +</div> + +<p>"And I'll let you know who you've got to deal with when you get hold of +me," said a woman's voice; and just as Mr. Lord had raised his foot to +kick the boy again, the fat woman had seized him by the collar, jerked +him back over one of the tent ropes, and left him quite as prostrate as +he had left Toby. "Now, Job Lord," said the angry woman, as she towered +above the thoroughly enraged but thoroughly frightened man, "I want you +to understand that you can't knock and beat this boy while I'm around. +I've seen enough of your capers, an' I'm going to put a stop to them. +That boy wasn't in this tent more than two minutes, an' he attends to +his work better than any one you have ever had; so see that you treat +him decent. Get up," she said to Toby, who had not dared to rise from +the ground, "and if he offers to strike you again, come to me."</p> + +<p>Toby scrambled to his feet, and ran to the booth in time to attend to +one or two customers who had just come up. He could see from out the +corner of his eye that Mr. Lord had arisen to his feet also, and was +engaged in an angry conversation with Mrs. Treat, the result of which he +very much feared would be another and a worse whipping for him.</p> + +<p>But in this he was mistaken, for Mr. Lord, after the conversation was +ended, came toward the booth, and began to attend to his business +without speaking one word to Toby. When Mr. Jacobs returned from his +supper Mr. Lord took him by the arm, walked him out toward the rear of +the tents, and Toby was very positive that he was to be the subject of +their conversation, and it made him not a little uneasy.</p> + +<p>It was not until nearly time for the performance to begin that Mr. Lord +returned, and he had nothing to say to Toby save to tell him to go into +the tent and begin his work there. The boy was only too glad to escape +so easily, and he went to his work with as much alacrity as if he were +about entering upon some pleasure.</p> + +<p>When he met Mr. Jacobs, that gentleman spoke to him very sharply about +being late, and seemed to think it no excuse at all that he had just +been relieved from the outside work by Mr. Lord.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CLEOPATRAS_NEEDLE" id="CLEOPATRAS_NEEDLE">CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE.</a></h2> + +<h3>ABOUT TO BE ERECTED IN THE CENTRAL PARK, NEW YORK.</h3> + +<h3>BY REV. J. S. HOLME.</h3> + +<p>Cleopatra's Needle is not such a needle as we use to sew with: it is a +great stone—sometimes called an obelisk—nearly seventy feet long, and +about seven feet square at the base on which it stands. Its sides +gradually taper from the bottom until at the top it ends in a small +pointed four-sided pyramid. It is of red granite, and the sides are +covered all over with pictures of birds, animals, and other things, cut +into the stone. It is called a needle because it is so long and slender. +But why it should be called Cleopatra's Needle is not quite so clear. +Cleopatra was a famous Queen who lived in Egypt a little while before +the birth of Christ. She was a very beautiful woman, and well educated; +but she did many foolish things, and some very wicked things; and, as +such people often are, she, though a great Queen, was at last so very +unhappy that she wickedly put an end to her own life.</p> + +<p>This obelisk was at first erected by Thothmes III., one of the old Kings +of Egypt, at Heliopolis, about 3600 years ago. It was taken from that +place to Alexandria, where Cleopatra lived, not long after her death, by +the Roman Emperor Augustus Cæsar, as a trophy of his victory over the +Kings of Egypt, and it was called "Cleopatra's Needle," we suppose, +merely in compliment to the late Queen.</p> + +<p>Egypt is supposed to be the oldest nation in the world. The Kings used +to be called Pharaohs, and many of them were very great and powerful. +Some were great warriors, others were great builders—builders of +pyramids, cities, temples, and obelisks. They were very vain of their +glory, and they were great boasters, fond of inscribing their names and +deeds on stone. Cleopatra's Needle is one of two great obelisks which +one of these Pharaohs erected, and placed one on each side of the +entrance to the Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis. The Egyptians +worshipped the sun as their god under the name of Ra, and the name of +Pharaoh, by which the Egyptian Kings were known, means "a son of the +sun."</p> + +<p>The Pharaohs did great honor to their sun-god, as they thought they were +his children. The Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis was the greatest in +all Egypt, and its ruins now cover nearly a mile in extent. Thothmes +erected these obelisks at the entrance to this Temple of the Sun, partly +in honor to the sun-god, and partly to honor himself, as he wrote his +own history up and down the sides of the obelisk, not in letters such as +we use, but in pictures of birds, animals, and other things, which kind +of writing these old Egyptians used, and we call them hieroglyphics. +This obelisk stood a great many years near the door of this temple at +Heliopolis—or, as it is called in the Bible, "the city of On"—where it +was at first erected.</p> + +<p>Some of the children may remember that a few weeks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> ago, in the regular +Sunday-school lesson, it is said that "Pharaoh gave to Joseph in +marriage Asenath, the daughter of Poti-pherah, priest of On." This +Poti-pherah was the high-priest—a very great man in Egypt, and lived in +the Temple of the Sun at On. And it is quite likely that this very +obelisk stood before his door on the day that Joseph married his +daughter Asenath. And if this is so, is it not wonderful that this great +stone that weighs 213 tons, on which Joseph may have looked on his +wedding day 3600 years ago, should now be in a country 5000 miles away, +of which the old Egyptians never heard? And is it not still more +wonderful that, while the children in the Sunday-schools of America +should be studying their regular Bible lesson about Joseph's marriage, +this great obelisk, that stood at the door of his father-in-law's house, +should be lying in the street, at the door of one of our schools, on its +way to the Central Park in New York?</p> + +<p>But now we must tell you how this great obelisk came to be brought to +this country. Obelisks are great curiosities. There are only a few large +ones in the world. These all used to be in Egypt, and the Egyptians +thought a great deal of them. But four or five of these were taken at +different times, without leave of the people of Egypt, to different +countries in Europe. Two stand in Rome, one in Constantinople, one in +Paris, and one in London. Now Mehemet Ali, the late Khedive of Egypt, +had a great liking for America. He thought that the United States had +treated him better than the European nations; and it seemed to him that +we ought to have an obelisk as well as the nations of Europe. And when +the American Consul asked for one, he said, "I will think of it." It was +supposed he might give us a little one. But no one ever thought of +asking for "Cleopatra's Needle" at Alexandria: this was one of the +largest and most beautiful in all Egypt. But it so happened that this +obelisk stood very near the sea. The waves of the Mediterranean rolled +right up to its base. There was great danger of its being undermined. It +was thought already to begin to lean a little. Many feared it would soon +fall. This gave the Khedive great anxiety; and so he proposed to remove +it to another part of the city of Alexandria. But this would cost a +great deal of money, and the Khedive was not at this time rich; so he +proposed that the wealthy men of the city should raise by subscription +one-half of the money needed to remove it, and he would provide the +other half. But the people of Alexandria thought the government ought to +do it all, and did not subscribe a dollar. At this Mehemet Ali was +greatly displeased; and he thereupon made up his mind to make this +beautiful obelisk a present from Egypt, the oldest nation of the world, +to the United States of America, the youngest nation. And glad, indeed, +we were to get it; and sorry enough were the Egyptians at last to lose +it.</p> + +<p>One of our wealthy citizens, on learning the intention of the Khedive of +Egypt, said he would pay $75,000, the estimated cost of its removal, +when the obelisk should be erected in the Central Park.</p> + +<p>Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe, U.S.N., undertook the task of bringing it +over—and a very great one it has been; but he has done it with great +skill and success, and thus far at his own expense and risk. And it will +cost much more to complete the work than the $75,000 promised; but New +York, without doubt, will see Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe repaid for +his outlay, for it will be a great thing to have a genuine Egyptian +obelisk, Cleopatra's Needle, in the Central Park in this city.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 299px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="299" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE MONKEYS.</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MURDER_OF_THE_PRINCES_IN_THE_TOWER" id="THE_MURDER_OF_THE_PRINCES_IN_THE_TOWER">THE MURDER OF THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER.</a></h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="500" height="407" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE UNFORTUNATE PRINCES.</span> +</div> + +<p>One of the wickedest acts of the wicked King Richard III. of England was +the murder of his two young nephews in the Tower. He had seized upon the +crown that belonged of right to them, and had shut them up in a gloomy +cell of that huge castle that still stands on the banks of the Thames, +below London. They were separated from their mother, the widow of the +late King Edward IV., and kept like prisoners and criminals in the part +of the vast fortress now known as "the Bloody Tower." The elder, Edward, +Prince of Wales (now Edward V., King of England), was thirteen, his fair +and gentle brother, the Duke of York, only eleven.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> Their cruel uncle +sent orders to the Governor of the Tower, Brackenbury, to put them to +death secretly, but the honest man refused to do so wicked an act. +Richard then placed Sir James Tyrrel, his evil instrument, in command of +the fortress for a single day; the keys of the gates and cells were +given up to him by Brackenbury, and the plans for the murder were +carefully prepared by the King. Tyrrel hired two hardened +criminals—John Dighton, his own groom, and Miles Forest, a murderer by +trade—to commit the act, and remove from their uncle's path the two +innocent princes who might yet dispute his title to the throne.</p> + +<p>It was a dark and gloomy night when Tyrrel, followed by his two +assassins, crept up the narrow stone staircase that led to the room +where the young children were confined. He found them clasped in each +other's arms asleep, having just repeated their prayers, and lying on a +bed. It is easy to imagine the terrors of the poor children in that +stony and gloomy chamber, shut out from their mother and all their +friends, and seeing only the cold, strange faces of their jailers. But +now they had forgotten all their sorrows in a sleep that was to be their +last. What dreams they may have had at that fearful moment no one can +ever tell. By the light of a flickering torch Tyrrel probably looked +into the chamber to see that his victims were safe. But he did not go +in, and stood watching and listening at the door while Dighton and +Forest performed their dreadful deed. They took the pillows and bolsters +from the bed, pressed them over the faces of the children, and thus +smothered them to death. When they were dead they carried their bodies +down the long staircase, and buried them under a heap of stones at its +foot. It was reported that Richard III., touched by an unusual feeling +of superstition, had removed them to consecrated ground, and that the +place of their final burial was unknown. But long afterward, in the +reign of Charles II., when it was found necessary to take away the +stones, and dig in the spot where it was supposed the assassins had laid +them, the bones of two persons were found that corresponded to the ages +of the young princes. They were buried by the King beneath a marble +monument.</p> + +<p>But wherever they slept, the murder of his nephews must have forever +haunted the brain of the wicked Richard III. His people hated and feared +him. He grew every day more cruel and tyrannical; he murdered friend and +foe. At last Henry, Earl of Richmond, of the house of Lancaster, landed +in England with a small force, which was soon increased by the general +hatred of the King. The nobility and the people flocked to his camp. His +army was soon very strong. Richard, at the head of a powerful force, +marched to meet his rival, and on Bosworth Field, August 22, 1485, the +decisive battle was fought. Richard was betrayed, as he deserved, by his +own officers. He rode raging on horseback around the field, and when he +saw Henry before him, rushed upon him to cut him down. He killed one of +his knights, but was stricken from his horse, and fell dead in the +crowd. Then the soldiers cried, "Long live King Henry!" and that night +Richard's body, flung across the back of a horse, was carried into +Leicester to be buried. His wicked reign had lasted only two years.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="MISS_SOPHONISBA_SYLVIA_PLANTAGENET_TUDOR" id="MISS_SOPHONISBA_SYLVIA_PLANTAGENET_TUDOR">MISS SOPHONISBA SYLVIA PLANTAGENET TUDOR.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY LILLIAS C. DAVIDSON.</h3> + +<p>Far away, across, the blue Atlantic, lies an island—not a very big +island, but a wonderful one, for all that. Its name is England. Who +knows what is the capital? London? quite right; I see the Young People +are well up in their geography. Well, in this London there is a great +square called Portland Place, and before one of its big tall houses +there was standing a carriage one bright afternoon.</p> + +<p>Presently the house door was flung wide open by a most gentlemanly +butler in black, and down the steps there came an imposing procession.</p> + +<p>First, Lady Ponsonby, in silks and laces, very stately and very +beautiful; then little Ethel; and last, but not least—oh no, indeed! by +no means least—Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor, closely +clasped in the arms of her doting mother, Miss Ethel.</p> + +<p>"What, only a doll?"</p> + +<p>My dear Young People, can it be possible that I hear you say "only"? +Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor was by far the most important +member of the present party—at all events, Ethel would have told you +so, for so she firmly believed. Never was there so lovely a doll. Eyes +like violets; real golden hair, cut with a Gainsborough fringe (what you +American little girls called "banged," although why, I don't know, I am +sure); complexion as beautiful as wax and paint could make it; and a +costume which was the admiration and envy of every one of Ethel's +particular friends. Muriel Brabazon, who lived in Park Lane, had +actually shed tears when she saw Miss S. S. P. Tudor's new black satin +jacket with its jet fringe; but then poor Muriel had no mamma, and was +not as well brought up as might be desired.</p> + +<p>All the same, Miss Sophonisba was a pride and joy to any possessor, and +Ethel felt a thrill of calm happiness at every fresh glance that was +cast at their carriage as they drove quickly through the busy streets +toward the Park. Hyde Park, you must know, is to London what the Central +Park is to New York; and in it there is a long drive called Rotten Row, +where London people go in crowds, and on this afternoon it was a perfect +crush of carriages of every description.</p> + +<p>The Ponsonby carriage had to go at a slow and stately pace, and all the +throngs of people who walked by the side of the Row, or sat on the green +chairs under the trees, had a fine opportunity of gazing their fill at +Miss Plantagenet Tudor's glories.</p> + +<p>All at once there was a little stir and flutter among the crowd, and +murmurs ran about from one to another of "The Princess! the Princess!" +Ethel clapped her hands, and nearly danced upon her seat, for this was +almost <i>too</i> delightful; and in another minute there came in sight a +very plain, neat carriage, with dark horses, and servants in sober +liveries, and there, smiling and bowing, sat the sweet and gracious lady +who will probably one day be Queen of England. She is so good and so +charming that the English people love her dearly; and all the +gentlemen's hats came off in a minute, and all the ladies bowed, and +everybody looked as pleased as possible. As for Ethel, she bowed so hard +that she looked like a little Chinese Mandarin, and even jumped up to +get another glimpse as they passed, for their own carriage was just +turning out of the great Park gates to go home to Portland Place. +Actually, for five minutes, she had forgotten her beloved doll; but what +may not happen in five minutes?</p> + +<p>"Sophonisba Sylvia, my precious," she murmured, turning to take her in +her motherly arms, "did you see the Princess? Isn't she +<i>loverly</i>?—almost as beautiful as you?" But here she stopped quite +short.</p> + +<p>Alas! it is almost too dreadful to go on writing about. How can I tell +you? There was no Miss Sophonisba S. P. Tudor! She had totally vanished.</p> + +<p>Oh, poor, poor Ethel! Nine years old, and beginning to learn German +verbs, and yet her tears rained down like an April shower.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my Sophonisba! The best, the dearest, of my twenty-three dolls! Oh, +mamma! mamma! <i>can</i> I go on living without her?"</p> + +<p>"Ethel, my own," cried her distracted mother, clasping her in her arms, +"don't cry, my pet, don't cry. We'll advertise for her; we'll offer +rewards; we'll go to Creamer's this moment, and buy you another; we'll +send to Paris, Vienna, anywhere."</p> + +<p>But oh! you among my readers who are mothers of dolls yourselves, you +can fancy how Ethel rejected this last consolation. Another doll! Could +there be another Sophonisba? Never! oh, never! And should her place be +taken by another, even if there were?</p> + +<p>"Please, mamma," she murmured, burying her tear-stained face in Lady +Ponsonby's best silk mantle, "I would so much rather not. I don't want +another. I couldn't love any one else like her. Oh, Sophy Sylvia!"</p> + +<p>No use to look for the dear lost one. They drove back the whole way they +had come, and asked five policemen, but not a trace was to be found.</p> + +<p>But where, all this time, was Miss Plantagenet Tudor? Scarcely had she +recovered her senses from the shock of her violent fall upon the wood +pavement at Hyde Park Corner, when she was seized by the waist, and a +rich Irish brogue greeted her ears.</p> + +<p>"Arrah, thin, what an illigant doll! Sure and it's wild wid joy Norah'll +be to get it. Come along, me darlint."</p> + +<p>Then perhaps she fainted with horror, for the next thing she was aware +of was being clasped in the arms of a little girl, nearly the same age +as her beloved little mistress, but ah! how different in all but age!—a +little red-haired girl, clean and tidy, to be sure, but with what +patched and faded clothes, what little red rough hands, what a loud +voice, and what an accent! Neither Miss Tudor's nerves nor her temper +could stand it. She made her back far stiffer than nature and Mr. +Creamer had ever intended it to be, and refused all comfort. In fact, +did what in a less distinguished and high-bred doll would have been +called sulking; and little Norah at last left her in despair, with a +sorrowful sigh.</p> + +<p>It really was not for three days after this that she came out of +her—well, yes, sulks; and that was because she was disturbed by a +terrible noise of sobbing and crying.</p> + +<p>"Och, thin, don't ye now, Norah—don't ye. It's no mortal use, I tell +ye; we'll have to go to prison, and that's the blessed truth. My lady's +grand lace handkerchief, and it's worth three guineas or more; and the +housekeeper says as it's never come home, and I'll swear I sint it; and +how iver are we to pay at all, at all?"</p> + +<p>Now Miss Plantagenet Tudor had by no means a bad heart; she felt really +sorry to see such distress. However, it was no business of hers, and she +was just going off into her dignified gloom again, when her blue eyes +spied something thin, white, and lace-like under the edge of the big +chest in the corner.</p> + +<p>There was the missing handkerchief, the cause of all this woe. Should +she show it to them, and make the poor things happy? Yes, she would; she +knew Ethel would, if she were there. And so, with the lofty grace which +was all her own, Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor fell flat, +face downward, upon the floor, with one stiff arm stuck out straight +before her.</p> + +<p>Norah rushed to pick her up, and as she stooped she too saw the +handkerchief, and clutched at it.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>"La, Miss Ethel," said the little school-room maid, "there's such a +funny tale Mrs. O'Flannigan's been telling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> in the kitchen. I know you'd +like to hear it—it's about a doll."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Susan, I don't think I can bear to hear about dolls to-night. Who's +Mrs. O'Flannigan?"</p> + +<p>"The washer-woman, miss; and she lost your ma's best +pocket-handkerchief, and very likely would have had to gone to prison, +and been hung" (oh, Susan! Susan! that was a dreadful stretch of +imagination on your part), "only her little girl Norah's doll fell down, +and when they picked it up it was a-pointing in the corner, and there +was the pocket-handkerchief; and Norah she says she's sure she done it a +purpose."</p> + +<p>"Why, of course she must have. What a dear delightful doll! I think, +Susan, really, that I should like to see her. May I?"</p> + +<p>"La, miss, of course you may. I'll tell Mrs. O'Flannigan to bring her."</p> + +<p>Ah, little did Sophonisba Sylvia guess where she was going that evening +when Norah wrapped her carefully in a corner of her shawl, and trotted +off by Mrs. O'Flannigan's side through the gas-lit streets! They went in +by the kitchen steps—a way Miss Tudor had never been before; but +somehow the great tiled hall looked strangely familiar; and who was that +coming a little timidly out of a door held open by a tall and powdered +footman?</p> + +<p>Ah, dear Young People, it is as hard to write of joy as of sorrow. +Ethel's shriek rang through the house, and brought her papa, Sir Edward, +from his billiards, and Lady Ponsonby from her drawing-room, in a +tremendous hurry.</p> + +<p>Norah went home happy in the possession of five dolls out of Ethel's +twenty-three, and her good fortune did not stop there. Indeed, she had +the greatest reason to bless the day when Miss Sophonisba Sylvia +Plantagenet Tudor had her eventful fall from the Ponsonby carriage at +Hyde Park Corner.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="MILDREDS_BARGAIN" id="MILDREDS_BARGAIN">[Begun in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 58, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</h2> + +<h3>A Story for Girls.</h3> + +<h3>BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter VI</span>.</h3> + +<p>"Miss Lee," said Mr. Tom, as Milly entered the store Wednesday morning, +"will you please to take my place for two hours at the desk? I have +something to do for father."</p> + +<p>Milly had once or twice filled the same office, and so she quietly sat +down upon Tom's stool, receiving his directions about the money wearily.</p> + +<p>"I've been counting the money over," he said, rather insolently, "and I +know <i>just</i> what is there."</p> + +<p>Mildred glanced up with a slight surprise. She had not fully understood +"Mr. Tom" of late. He and his sister, who served in the cloak-room, were +both, as she knew, jealous of her indifference to them. Their conduct +hitherto she had perfectly understood, but not their extreme suavity of +the last week. Mary Hardman had determined to make an "intimate friend" +of Mildred when it was known she had visited Miss Jenner, but the vulgar +ostentation of her employer's daughter completely shocked Milly's better +taste; and so, while she openly snubbed the brother, she took care to +withdraw, though civilly, from the sister's advances. This had produced +the effect of irritating Miss Hardman, wounding her self-love, and +bringing out all the latent vulgarity in her nature, so that poor Milly +was constantly subjected to annoyance and rudeness, which she bore only +through fear of losing her place; but the new part toward her was more +annoying than the old. Miss Hardman received her with smiles, while Tom +was sarcastically polite to her on all occasions.</p> + +<p>Mildred made no answer to his remark about the money. In fact, after an +unusually fatiguing night with her mother, she was too weary to speak, +and sat leaning her head on her hand, only moving to respond to the call +of "Cash!" at the desk window. How good the money looked, Mildred +thought, as she slipped the notes between her fingers! Over and again +she had the sum she needed in her hands—if conscience was not in the +way. "Yes," thought Milly, "that is how temptation steps in."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Deborah was standing in the kitchen window the next evening when Mildred +came down from her mother's room, asking her to relieve her for ten +minutes.</p> + +<p>"My 'business' woman is coming in the gate, Debby," she said, with a +nervous laugh; "but it will be her last visit, and after she goes away I +will tell you all about her."</p> + +<p>Deborah went up stairs a little mollified, and Mildred prepared to +confront her "Shylock."</p> + +<p>"Here I am," said Mrs. Robbins, shaking out her skirts, and sitting down +as soon as she entered the bare little parlor, "and here I'm likely to +remain, for I know what I mean to <i>have</i> instead of money if you don't +pay me; and I know," added the woman, with her insolent laugh—"I know +you haven't it, for old Mr. Hardman refused to lend it to you +yesterday."</p> + +<p>Mildred flushed, but she returned the woman's bold stare with a look of +quiet dignity.</p> + +<p>"You are mistaken, Mrs. Robbins," she said, producing a roll of bills. +"Here is your money. Will you be kind enough to give me a receipt as +quickly as possible?"</p> + +<p>The peddler stared, but she could offer no further remonstrance. There +were the bills, fresh enough, and genuine. She took the money in her +hands, counted it over and again, and then, with angry reluctance, and a +glance at the ornaments in the room, which showed what she had "meant to +have," she wrote her receipt and departed....</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>"And that's the whole story, Deborah," whispered Milly, an hour later, +as she and the good old woman sat over the fire in Mrs. Lee's room. +"It's nearly killed me this winter—but I <i>can't possibly tell you</i> +where or how I got the money. I scarcely like to think of it myself," +and Mildred rose with the air Debby knew very well, and which plainly +said, "You'll hear no more."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Deborah, "I won't ask if I'm bid not. I only hope no +trouble'll come of it."</p> + +<p>"Trouble!" said Milly, rather sharply. Deborah did not know how tired +and ill she felt, and, indeed, poor Milly was very near a hearty burst +of crying. She was relieved of one anxiety, she thought, as she lay down +to sleep in her mother's room; but had she not burdened herself with +another?</p> + +<p>On entering the store two days later, Milly observed a certain air of +reserve among the girls nearest her, yet they all looked at her +critically. One or two whispered as she went by them with her usual +friendly "Good-morning," and others gave a little significant toss to +head or shoulders as she spoke. Mary Hardman was busy in the cloak-room, +and as Mildred entered she said, with a short laugh,</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you will be wanted here to-day, Miss Lee. However, +father's coming in directly, and he'll tell you for himself."</p> + +<p>Before Mildred could answer, the burly figure of Mr. Hardman senior came +toward them.</p> + +<p>"'Morning, Miss Lee," he said, nodding his head. "Will you be kind +enough to step into my room?"</p> + +<p>It was a sort of office, close at hand, where the girls went to receive +special orders, their weekly salary, or any necessary reprimands. The +day before Milly had penetrated this sanctum to beg a loan of twenty-two +dollars from her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> employer; now she followed him with doubting steps. +What could it mean? Mr. Tom was seated in a big leather chair by the +table, with the air of judge and jury, witness and lawyer.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, Miss Lee," said the elder man, motioning her to a seat. "Now, +Thomas, I think you can tell the story."</p> + +<p>While Mildred mechanically dropped into a chair, the old man paced the +floor, and Mr. Tom, veiling a sneer, began:</p> + +<p>"Miss Lee, I'll go right to the main question. We've missed some money +from the drawer. It disappeared day before yesterday morning. <i>The sum +was twenty-two dollars.</i> Now as you were at the desk between twelve and +two o'clock on that day, <i>can you account for it</i>?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Tom drew up his little ferret eyes with a most malicious expression.</p> + +<p>"Twenty-two dollars!" gasped Milly; her face was crimson. "No, I can not +account for it. Twenty-two dollars?" she repeated the question with a +look of blank dismay.</p> + +<p>"Go on, Thomas," said Mr. Hardman senior.</p> + +<p>"Well, then," said Tom, "we happen to know you <i>needed</i> just that sum. +You tried to borrow it of my father, and <i>you paid it out</i> in the +evening."</p> + +<p>Evidently Mr. Tom thought this sentence his crowning success, for he +rose up, trying to look very fine, as he finished it.</p> + +<p>To Mildred the next moment seemed an hour of pain. She sat still, gazing +ahead of her, trying to realize the situation. Then they accused her of +stealing the money!</p> + +<p>"And you think <i>I</i> took it?" she said, faintly.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid we don't <i>think</i> much about it," said Mr. Tom. +"Circumstances are dead against you."</p> + +<p>Mildred stood up, putting out one trembling hand as though she would +implore some consideration. She thought of her mother lying ill at home; +of all the miseries of the past few weeks. It made her head dizzy, and +she sank back into her chair, while Tom continued:</p> + +<p>"Now I know all about it, Miss Lee, as you'll see. You bought a gray +silk dress of a peddler; the girls all saw it; and you didn't know how +you were to pay for it. You got awfully hard up Wednesday for +money—twenty-two dollars—and you tried to borrow it of father. He +couldn't lend it to you, and, in plain words, you <i>stole</i> it from him. +Pity I wasn't a lawyer," added the young man, with a chuckle.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 390px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="390" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING?"</span> +</div> + +<p>"Mr. Hardman, how <i>dare</i> you say such a thing?" cried Milly, starting +from her chair.</p> + +<p>"Then prove you did not," said the young man. "Where did you get your +twenty-two dollars for Widow Robbins?"</p> + +<p>Mildred drew a long breath. "I can not tell you," she said, quietly.</p> + +<p>Father and son laughed. "Now do you know, young lady," said the old man, +"if you're put into court, you'll have to tell. There'll be no questions +asked until that one is answered."</p> + +<p>Milly could not speak. Terror, weariness, and shame filled her mind.</p> + +<p>"You may go now," said Mr. Hardman. "I don't say we've finished with +this business, but we no longer need your services. There is your weekly +salary." And the old man tossed a five-dollar bill before her.</p> + +<p>Mildred never could remember how she left that room. Her tongue seemed +paralyzed. She could not speak; she only thought of getting home, to cry +out her misery on Deborah's shoulder. When she went out into the street +a heavy snow was falling. The girl's brain seemed to be on fire. She +scarcely knew where she was going, and as she walked along she +remembered that to-day for the first time her mother was to sit up, and +she had agreed with Debby to bring in a bird to roast for her supper. +They had meant to make a little celebration of the mother's +convalescence, to which Milly thought she could bring a cheerful spirit, +since her terrible load of private debt was removed. But now, how was +all changed! Mildred stood still in the wild storm, putting her hand to +her head, and even trying to remember where she was going. Suddenly a +thought occurred to her. She would go to Miss Jenner's, and tell her the +whole story. "But not where I got the money," the poor child thought, +with a moan. Half driven along by the heavy snow-storm, Milly turned her +steps toward Lane Street. There was the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> beautiful brick house, its +trees veiled in white; but, oh! to her delight, Milly saw the curtains +of Miss Jenner's room drawn back. She must be better, if not well again.</p> + +<p>It was a very miserable little figure that appeared at the door when the +old servant opened it. Drenched through by the storm, and with lines of +pain and fatigue in her face, Milly stood there. She scarcely heard what +the servant said as he conducted her down the hall and into the library, +where a big wood fire was blazing cheerily, and where Miss Jenner, +wrapped in soft shawls, sat, with Alice at her knee.</p> + +<p>Mildred took one glance at the sweet, home-like picture, then she +recalled her own position; she remembered the scene at Mr. Hardman's. As +the servant closed the door, she moved forward with tears in her eyes, +saying:</p> + +<p>"Miss Jenner, I am in great trouble at the store. They say—they say—I +am a thief."</p> + +<p>Mildred remembered Miss Jenner's standing up, and Alice's exclamation of +horror; then the room, the fire-light, the books and pictures, and the +two figures, seemed to whirl before her, and she knew no more.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 329px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="329" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">SOMETHING IN THE WAY.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by Jessie McDermott</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST-OFFICE_BOX"></a> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="600" height="255" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Brooklyn, E. D., Long Island</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>The Young Chemists' Club is in a very prosperous condition. The +meetings are held at the residences of the members every Saturday +evening at half past seven. The order of exercises commences with +the calling of the roll, then the collection of weekly dues, and +the consideration of whatever business is necessary. Compositions +by the members treating of scientific subjects are then read.</p> + +<p>Communications from scientific gentlemen are read by the +secretary, and at some meetings they are present and give a short +lecture.</p> + +<p>When this part of the exercises is disposed of, experiments are +then tried. The ink with which this letter is written was made by +the club. Is it not a good sample of our skill?</p> + +<p>We are happy to say that we consider <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> as our +official organ, and we thank it cordially for supporting us.</p> + +<p>If desired, we will occasionally send some experiments and +scientific notes from our meetings. We now send the following +simple and pretty experiment:</p> + +<p>Cut three leaves of red cabbage into small pieces, place them in a +basin, and pour a pint of boiling water over them. After allowing +them to stand an hour, pour off the liquid into a decanter. This +liquid will be of a bright reddish-purple color. Now take three +wine-glasses; into one put about six drops of strong vinegar; into +another, six drops of a solution of soda; and into the third, the +same quantity of a strong solution of alum. Then pour into each +glass a small quantity of the liquid from the decanter. The +contents of the glass containing vinegar will quickly assume a +beautiful brilliant red color; that containing soda will be a fine +green; and that containing alum a very dark, rich purple.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles H. W</span>., President of Y. C. C.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Seneca W. H</span>., Secretary.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>We congratulate the members of the Young Chemists' Club upon their +perseverance and success. We shall always be glad to receive reports of +anything interesting which may occur at their meetings, and also +occasionally to print simple and safe experiments, which we doubt not +will be of interest to many of our young readers. The ink with which the +above communication was written is of a bright, clear purple color, and +appears of an excellent quality.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">St. Joseph, Tensas Parish, Louisiana</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have only been taking <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for a few months, but I like +it so much I hope never to be without it. I want to write a letter +to the Post-office Box, but I can not write myself, for I am only +five years old; so somebody has to write it for me.</p> + +<p>I had two pretty gray kittens. You could not tell them apart. +Their names were Jack and Jill. But poor little Jill died. Jack +loves me so much! He goes to sleep with me every night, and the +first thing in the morning, when he comes into the room, he looks +all around for me, and if I am still in bed, he will jump up and +cuddle down near me.</p> + +<p>I have some pretty dolls I would like to write about, but I am +afraid if my letter is too long it will be thrown away.</p> + +<p>I have no brothers or sisters except in heaven, and I am very +lonely sometimes, and always so glad to see <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Sadie B. N</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Poughkeepsie, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a little girl eleven years old. I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. +I think the best story was "The Fair Persian," but I like them all +more than I can tell.</p> + +<p>I have ten dolls. The last one I got Christmas. Her name is Madame +Arabella.</p> + +<p>I am going to be an artist when I am old enough.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Addie W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Brattleborough, Vermont</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> very much. I study Harper's School +Geography. I am just learning how to skate. For Christmas I got a +chamber set and a tea set, a pretty book, two bags of candy, and a +bag of nuts.</p> + +<p>I am eight and a half years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mary W. W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Marietta, Ohio</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am ten years old. I have a little sister named Julia, but when +she commenced to talk she called herself Jupi, and we all call her +so. Mamma says we ought to spell it <i>joujou</i>, which is the French +word for plaything.</p> + +<p>We like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> so much we can hardly wait for it to come. +Papa has taken it for us ever since it was published.</p> + +<p>Jupi and I each have a pet kitty. One of them will scratch on the +door, just like a dog, until some one opens it.</p> + +<p>Jupi has a Paris doll. It is a baby doll, and it has a little +nursing bottle. You can fill the bottle with milk or water, put +the tube in the doll's mouth, and by pressing a button at the back +of its head, all the milk goes out of the bottle. Then press the +button again, and it all goes back.</p> + +<p>We have a toy bird which imitates a canary so you would think it +was a real one.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charley R. H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Greenville</span>, <i>December</i> 28, 1880.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dear Mr. Harper</span>,—I'm in an awful situation that a boy by the name +of Bellew got me into. He is one of the boys that writes stories +and makes pictures for <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I think you ought to know +what kind of a boy he is. A little while ago he had a story in the +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> about imitation screw-heads, and how he used to make +them, and what fun he had pasting them on his aunt's bureau. I +thought it was a very nice story, and I got some tinfoil and made a +whole lot of screw-heads and last Saturday I thought I'd have some +fun with them.</p></blockquote> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 341px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="341" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Father has a dreadfully ugly old chair in his study, that General +Washington brought over with him in the <i>Mayflower</i>, and Mr. +Travers says it is stiffer and uglier than any of the Pilgrim +fathers. But father thinks everything of that chair and never lets +anybody sit in it except the minister. I took a piece of soap, +just as that Bellew used to, and if his name is Billy why don't he +learn how to spell it that's what I'd like to know, and made what +looked like a tremendous crack in the chair. Then I pasted the +screw-heads on the chair, and it looked exactly as if somebody had +broken it and tried to mend it.</p> + +<p>I couldn't help laughing all day when I thought how astonished +father would be when he saw his chair all full of screws, and how +he would laugh when he found out it was all a joke. As soon as he +came home I asked him to please come into the study, and showed +him the chair and said "Father I can not tell a lie I did it but I +won't do it any more."</p></blockquote> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 333px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="333" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Father looked as if he had seen some disgusting ghosts, and I was +really frightened, so I hurried up and said "It's all right +father, it's only a joke look here they all come off," and rubbed +off the screw-heads and the soap with my handkerchief, and +expected to see him burst out laughing, just as Bellew's aunt used +to burst, but instead of laughing he said "My son this trifling +with sacred things must be stopped," with which remark he took off +his slipper, and then— But I haven't the heart to say what he +did. Mr. Travers has made some pictures about it which I send to +you, and perhaps you will understand what I have suffered.</p> + +<p>I think that boy Bellew ought to be punished for getting people +into scrapes. I'd just like to have him come out behind our barn +with me for a few minutes. That is, I would, only I never expect +to take any interest in anything any more. My heart is broken and +a new chocolate cigar that was in my pocket during the awful +scene.</p> + +<p>I've got an elegant wasps' nest with young wasps in it that will +hatch out in the spring, and I'll change it for a bull-terrier or +a shot-gun or a rattlesnake in a cage that rattles good with any +boy that will send me one.</p> + +<p>Ever affectionately</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Your son</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jimmy Brown</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>(That's the way they taught me to end letters when I was in +boarding-school.)</p></blockquote> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Meadville, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have some little toy dogs and rabbits. I had the diphtheria, and +took such bitter medicine that old Santa Claus brought me a dolly. +I was six years old on New-Year's Day. I guess this letter is big +enough.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel A</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Waterbury, Connecticut</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We are two sisters, and we would like to tell you about our pets. +We have a bird named Dicky, and we have two gold-fishes, a +pearl-fish, and a roach, which live in a large aquarium over a +fernery. We each have a cat. Our cats are almost exactly alike, and +are named Tabby-gray and Frolic. We took the names from <span class="smcap">Young +People</span>. We have two horses named Bonner and Charlie. Bonner is five +years old, and Charlie is twenty-seven. Charlie is a remarkable +horse. Two years ago he was very sick. We thought he was dying, and +told a man to shoot him; but he said Charlie looked at him so +intelligently that he could not do it. After that, Charlie got +well, and we have taken many long, delightful<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> drives with him, and +he has been driven in a span with Bonner twenty-seven miles in one +afternoon. We have had him sixteen years, and when papa was living, +Charlie, when the gong sounded for dinner, would back out of his +stall, and go to the office door to bring him home. Do you not +think we ought to love such a faithful old horse? We do love him, +and he has a nice home and kind treatment.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Hattie</span> and <span class="smcap">Nettie D</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Leesburg, Florida</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a subscriber of this very interesting little paper, and get it +regularly every week. I don't know how I would do without it. You +can not imagine how anxious I am to go to town and get it the +moment I know it is in the post-office.</p> + +<p>I live in the land of flowers, and I like my home very much.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eva H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ivanpah, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am the little girl whose letter was printed in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. +45, that was going to the mines. I am there now. I will try to tell +you all about my trip. We came two hundred and ten miles across the +Desert in the stage. We were over eight days on the road. We camped +out two nights, and made our beds on the ground. I gathered many +beautiful stones in the Desert. I saw a rattlesnake.</p> + +<p>I have been down in the mine eight hundred feet, and I am going +down a shaft which is nine hundred feet below the level.</p> + +<p>I have three pet cats here, and I have thirty hens, which I feed +twice every day. I have no brothers or sisters, but I amuse myself +by reading <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and by running over the rocks and +prospecting.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Florence R</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Providence, Rhode Island</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We have taken <span class="smcap">Young People</span> ever since the first number, and we all +like it. I have two brothers and two sisters. Christmas my brother +had the book called <i>Old Times in the Colonies</i> for a present. +There are the same stories in it that were in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and a +great many more. One is about King Philip and the wars with the +settlers in Rhode Island. I have read many of the other stories, +and they are very interesting. I am twelve years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louise S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Trenton, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a little girl six years old. I have a papa and mamma, but no +little brother or sister. I have a doggie named Dick, and a kitty +named Flossy, and eleven dollies with a black nurse. I take +<span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, and can hardly wait for it to come. I wish +every little girl could have it. I am learning to read and write.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Abbie Maud B</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Baltimore, Maryland</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I go to school and Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to +practice, but I always find time to read my <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I went to +the country this summer, and had a splendid time. I went +boat-riding on the Shenandoah River. I am eleven years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eleanor E. A</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Detroit, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have a little dog. His name is Prince. He sleeps with me. He +weighs four and one-half pounds.</p> + +<p>I have been in bed a week with scarlet fever, and I enjoy <span class="smcap">Young +People</span> so much!</p> + +<p>I have a nice stamp-book, but not many stamps yet. I will have +some to exchange soon. I am eight years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Johnnie E</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Farmington, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a boy ten years old. I go to school, and read in the Fourth +Reader, and study arithmetic and geography. I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, +and hope I can have it always.</p> + +<p>I have a cat. His name is Dick. He will follow me over to +grandpa's, and stay with me until I come home.</p> + +<p>This is the first letter I ever wrote.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Sidney J. C</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Aroya Station, Colorado</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I take much pleasure in reading all the letters and stories. I hope +all the readers enjoy <span class="smcap">Young People</span> as much as I do.</p> + +<p>Since my letter requesting exchange was published I have received +many pretty things. I wish to inform the correspondents that I +have no more specimens now, except enough to pay what I owe for +favors I have received. I would request the correspondents not to +send me anything more, as I could not make any return.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Clara F. R. Swift</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Barranquilla, United States of Colombia</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A happy time it is for me when the steamer from New York for South +America arrives, and brings <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I pity the little +correspondent who wrote in the Post-office Box about four feet of +snow, for I believe it must be very cold there, although I have +never seen snow yet. Here even now we have many blooming plants in +our garden at Oasis, our beautiful country-seat, near Barranquilla.</p> + +<p>I am nine years old. I have my own horse, a deer, and a little +circus.</p> + +<p>We have all tropic plants, and I should like to exchange some +Southern, German, and French postage stamps, or dried flowers and +leaves from the tropic zone, for all kinds of minerals. Letters +and packages may be sent to my uncle in New York city, whose +address is at the end of my letter, and who will forward them to +me. He will also be kind enough to receive and forward my answers +to correspondents.</p> + +<p>If any young readers would like to know more of my country, I will +send another letter.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Judith Wolff</span>, care of Mr. D. A. De Lima,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">68 William Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Passaic Bridge, New Jersey</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. Papa bought me the first volume +bound. I have two kitties; one is white, the other is black. We +call them Romeo and Juliet, because they are so loving; they always +go to sleep with their paws around each other's necks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Winnie V</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. When I was in the White Mountains +this summer I went to a silver and lead mine, where I got a number +of specimens, which I should like to exchange for foreign postage +stamps. Or to any one sending me twenty-five foreign postage stamps +I will send forty-five foreign and United States postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">G. L. Briggs</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 560, Brookline, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The following exchanges are also desired by correspondents:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps for curiosities, Indian relics, or anything suitable +for a museum.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Samuel Carpenter, Jun</span>., Oswego, Kansas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks and foreign postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank K. Lippitt</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Petaluma, Sonoma County, California.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Gray moss and postmarks for minerals (especially ores), fossils, +coins, or stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles P. Mattheus</span>, P. O. Box 13,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Fort Covington, Franklin County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty-five postage stamps, or ten postmarks and eight stamps, for +a box of ocean curiosities and a star-fish.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">R. Lamp</span>, care of William Lamp,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Madison, Dane County, Wis.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">William H</span>.—The term "blizzard" is applied in Canada and the +Northwestern Territories of the United States to an extremely sharp +snow-storm, when the particles of snow are blown by the wind like fine +pieces of steel. One can hardly walk the distance of a city block in +such a storm without getting one's nose and ears frozen.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">C. B. F</span>.—Mrs. Elizabeth Goose, who lived in Boston before the +Revolution, is generally supposed to have been the first to sing, for +the amusement of her grandchildren, most of the nursery jingles that +have ever since been known as "Mother Goose's Melodies." The <i>Tales of +Mother Goose</i>, such as "Blue Beard," "Tom Thumb," "Cinderella," etc., +were the production of a celebrated French writer of the seventeenth +century, named Perrault. He composed these fairy tales to amuse a little +son. They were first published in Paris in 1697, under his son's name, +and have since been translated into nearly every language.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">John W</span>.—It is said that a Mr. Beyer, an eminent linen-draper of London, +underwent in his youth the comical adventures which Cowper has described +in his ballad of "John Gilpin." It appears from Southey's life of the +poet that his friend Lady Austin once repeated to him a story told to +her in her childhood of an unfortunate pleasure party of this +linen-draper, ending in his being carried past his point both in going +and returning, and finally being brought home by his horse without +having met his family at Edmonton. Cowper is said to have been extremely +amused by the story, and to have composed his famous ballad while lying +awake one night suffering from headache.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">William D</span>.—<i>Old Times in the Colonies</i> is ended. You will find a notice +of the book in No. 56 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">E. H</span>.—You will find very good directions for painting magic-lantern +slides in a letter from Harry J. in the Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +No. 62.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harry W</span>.—Directions for catching and preserving insects were given in +the Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> No. 27, and in the same +department of No. 34 is a description of a cheap and simple case for +mounting butterflies and other specimens.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">A. Russell</span>.—See answer to S. H. M. in the Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Harper's +Young People</span> No. 22.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from Abel Caldwell, Harry, Maud E. Chase, L. M. +Weter, Blanche Dougan, Isabel W. Harris, Ellen and Edna B., Pert Gates, +J. A. Tannahill, C. S. G., J. W., James A. Harris, Edward McNally, +Florence Stidham, Mabel Going, Josie Belle B., Bessie Guyton, Helen S., +C. H. Mathias, Florence F. S., W. B. Wyman.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Belle Bloom, Arthur D. +Prince, M. W. and E. W., Bessie R. Howell, Walter P. Hiles, A. D. +Hopper, A. Russell, Nellie V. Brainard, Annie W. Booth, Richard O. +Chester, John N. Howe, Mary E. DeWitt, Fanny Squire.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>CONNECTED DIAMONDS.</h3> + +<p>1. In play-time. A small barrel. A coin. An animal. In play-time. 2. In +trouble. A minute part. Kingly. A label. In trouble. Centrals +connected—An aromatic plant.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bolus</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARES.</h3> + +<p>1. First, to babble. Second, to mature. Third, separately. Fourth, neat. +Fifth, to register.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Cal I. Forny</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>2. First, custom. Second, a dwelling. Third, a certain variety of an +important article of commerce. Fourth, mental. Fifth, water-fowls.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Lone Star</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>3. First, elevated. Second, inactive. Third, joy. Fourth, to mind.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie F. W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>4. First, one of the signs in the zodiac. Second, a dress of dignity. +Third, a boy's name. Fourth, to encircle.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Laura</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>CHARADE.</h3> + +<p>My first is a cooking utensil. My second is a species of tree. My whole +is used in making soap.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie L. K</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In kennel, not in dog.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In pen, not in hog.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In new, not in old.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In hot, not in cold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In sound, not in noise.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In candy, not in toys.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In beak, not in bill.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In monkey, not in drill.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole is the dark "and bloody ground"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">By the names of a huntsman and statesman renowned.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Halla</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 61.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<p class="center">Chicago.</p> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">K</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">W</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">Z</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">I</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">I</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">S</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">N</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">K</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">Z</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">H</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">O</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">Moscow.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">G</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">G</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="center">Charade on page 144—Sea-mew.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span>, 4 cents; <span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, one year, $1.50; <span class="smcap">Five +Subscriptions</span>, one year, $7.00—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>.</p> + +<p>The Volumes of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> commence with the first Number in +November of each year.</p> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by <span class="smcap">Post-Office Money-Order or Draft</span>, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<p>Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="400" height="350" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<p>A curious story is told of the way in which Admiral By-the-sea, V.C., +C.B.—a very distinguished English naval officer, who has lately +retired, after many years of service, from his profession—first came by +his name. It is said that when an infant he was picked up by the sailors +of a man-of-war in the open sea. They found a bale of goods floating in +the water, and lashed to it was the body of a lady with a child in her +arms. The mother was dead, but the boy still lived. No clew was found by +which the relations of this little waif of the sea could be discovered; +and so, after the officers had made some vain attempts to communicate +with them by means of advertisements, they determined to adopt the boy, +and not knowing his real name, they christened him "By-the-sea." He was +sent to a naval school, and when old enough, went to sea again, and was +fortunate enough to join the same ship by the crew of which he had been +rescued years before. Soon he showed himself a clever and active sailor, +ready for anything, and doing whatever he did well; and when the Crimean +war came, he displayed such gallantry in assisting his wounded comrades +that he gained the Victoria Cross, and was made a Companion of the Bath. +After this, promotion came quickly; his services were, later on, +transferred to India, where for many years he filled the responsible +post of Consulting Naval Officer to the government; and now he retires +with the full rank of Admiral. The men who rescued the poor child from +the sea, so many years ago, little knew what an honorable and useful +life they were preserving by this act for the service of their country.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHARADE" id="CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Although in sable plumes my first</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Displays himself on high,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His reputation is the worst,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His tastes are low, his race is curst—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">We're glad to see him die.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My next is in the water found,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Or in the cozy inn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Where talk and drink go freely round,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Or in the court maintains its ground,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Or keeps the thief from sin.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole is placed in humble hands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And when with skill applied,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Will bring to light the golden sands.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">'Tis known and used in many lands;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">It seeks what others hide.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<p><b>Killed by Fright</b>.—Many an illness is caused simply by imagination, and +those of us who go about our work with calmness and confidence are much +more likely to escape disease than others who are filled with +apprehension should infection come within a hundred miles of them. In +connection with this, the Arabs tell the following story: One day a +traveller met the Plague going into Cairo, and accosted it thus, "For +what purpose are you entering Cairo?"</p> + +<p>"To kill three thousand people," rejoined the Plague.</p> + +<p>Some time after, the same traveller met the Plague on its return, and +said, "But you killed thirty thousand!"</p> + +<p>"Nay," answered the Plague, "I killed but three thousand; the rest died +of fright."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="SLEIGH-BELLS" id="SLEIGH-BELLS">SLEIGH-BELLS.</a></h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Sleigh-bells, sleigh-bells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">What are you saying?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Merriest thing in all the world</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Tis to go a-sleighing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Laughter ringing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Shouting, singing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Bells a-jingling,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Noses tingling,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Horses prancing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Hearts a-dancing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Sky all brightness,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Earth all whiteness;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Diamonds in the icicles,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Sunbeams round them playing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Merriest thing in all the world</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Tis to go a-sleighing!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="300" height="188" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"TUM, HORSIE."</span> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="300" height="198" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"DET UP, HORSIE!"</span> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="300" height="178" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"WHOA! WHOA!"</span> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 18, 1881, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 18, 1881 *** + +***** This file should be named 44597-h.htm or 44597-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/5/9/44597/ + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 18, 1881 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 5, 2014 [EBook #44597] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 18, 1881 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 64. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, January 18, 1881. Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: DUTCH SLEIGH-RIDING.] + + + + +WHO GOT THE MITTEN? + +BY ROSE TERRY COOKE. + + + "DEER ANT ROXY,--Ive hed consider'ble many calls for mittins along + back this Winter: mostly they're wove goods, thet dont last no + time. Its come into my head that mabbe you'd jest as lives make a + leetle suthin to buy snuff an' handkerchers with, odd times, and + reklectin you used to be a master hand to knit this is for to say + that ef you'd fall to and knit a lot of them two-threaded mittins + we boys set by so, why I could sell 'em for ye--on commission. Ef + you're agreeble why drop me a line to 117 Blank St St Josephs, you + see its mostly drovers and sech wants 'em. + + "Yours to command, + + "JOHN JACKSON." + +"The lands sakes!" ejaculated Miss Roxy Blair, as she laid down her +spectacles after reading this letter. "John was allers the beateree for +gumption. I allers said he'd make a spoon or spile a horn, an' I do +b'lieve it's the spoon. Well said! I've got full twenty run o' blue yarn +I spun last year, an' some red: guess there won't be no white wanted in +them parts. I'll set to an' get a lot more red over to Miss Billins's. +Wonder ef she'd git wind on't, and go to makin' mittins herself?--she +beats all to question folks up. I'll tell her I'm a-goin' to teach Nance +to knit; and so I be: 'ta'n't no lie. I will teach her to knit an' help +on the mittins. It'll be suthin for her to do nights, 'stead of readin' +all the newspaper scraps she can pick up." + +Nancy Peck was Miss Roxy's bound girl; the old lady lived alone in a +small brown house on a hill-side far above Bassett; a grass-grown track +ran by the house, through the woods that clothed the hill-top, over and +away into the heart of the Green Mountains. + +Little Nancy had been bound out to Miss Roxana only about a year when +John Jackson's letter reached Bassett. Miss Roxy was getting old; +rheumatism had laid hold of her, and she could not hobble up and down +hill to the village any longer: so she resolved to take a young girl +into her house to wait on her. + +"'Twon't cost a great deal," she said to herself. "There's the gardin +a'n't half planted; she can drop potaters as well as a man, and hill 'em +up too; and I can set more beans outside the fence; when Isr'el comes up +to spade the gardin, he can fix up a place for more beans, and Ingin +meal's cheap. Fact is, anyway, I durstn't be up here alone no longer, +and hirin' some feller or 'nother to do arrands would cost more'n it +come to. There's ma's old gownds can be cut over for her, sech as is too +ragged for me." + +Having made up her mind, the old lady persuaded a neighbor who sometimes +drove by her house to mill to take her in, and leave her at the +poor-house, which was on his way, until he came back with his grist. +When he returned he found two passengers, for Miss Roxy had fixed on +Nancy for an experiment. + +"'Twas Hobson's choice," she explained to Mr. Tucker, as they drove +along; "there wa'n't no other gal there. She's real small, but Miss +Simons says she's spry an' handy, and she ha'n't got nobody belongin' to +her, so's't I sha'n't be pestered with folks a-comin' round." + +In six months little Nancy had become so useful that she was formally +bound out to the old lady, and now she went to school in summer half a +day, and had learned to read and write tolerably. She was very lonesome +in that solitary house. There were children at the poor-house whom she +played with, tended, and loved, but Miss Roxy had not even a cat; and +when Nancy, in the longing of her loving little heart, took a +crook-necked squash out of the shed, tied a calico rag about its neck, +and made a dolly of it to be company for her in the little garret where +she slept, Miss Roxy hunted it up--for she kept count of everything she +had--boxed Nancy's ears soundly, and cut up poor little yellow Mary Ann, +and boiled her in a pot for pies. + +Until the mitten business began, Miss Roxy found it hard to find enough +work for the child's active fingers to do; but after that she had no +trouble in keeping the little girl busy, as poor Nancy found out to her +sorrow. The evenings of spring, when she used to love to sit on the +door-step with her apron over her head, and listen to the frogs peeping +in a swamp far below, were now spent in winding hanks of yarn, or +struggling, with stiff little fingers, to slip the loops off one needle +and on to another, her eyes tired with the dull light of a tallow +candle, and her head aching with the effort to learn and the slaps her +dullness earned from Miss Roxy's hard hands. It was worse as summer came +on, and she had to knit, knit, all the time, with not a minute to get +new posies for her garden. Only by early dawn did she get her chance to +watch the blue liverwort open its sunny cup; the white eggs of bloodroot +buds come suddenly out of the black ground; the tiny rows of small +flowers that children call "Dutchman's breeches" hang and flutter on +their red stems; the azure sand-violet, dancing columbine, purple +crane's-bill, lilac orchis, and queer moccasin flower make that hidden +corner gay and sweet. + +Even when school began, she had to work still. Miss Roxy was determined +to send a big box of double-knit mittens to John Jackson before winter +set in; and as fast as they were finished they were dampened, pressed, +and laid away in the old hair trunk in the garret where Nancy slept. + +Poor little girl! she hated the sight of mittens, and this summer a wild +wish came into her head, that grew and grew, as she sat alone at her +knitting, until it quite filled head and heart too. + +A child from the city, spending the summer near Bassett, came now and +then to school as a sort of pastime, and brought with her a doll that +really went to sleep when you laid it down: shut its bright blue eyes, +and never opened them until it was taken up! + +It seemed to lonely little Nancy that such a doll would be all anybody +could want in the world. If only Nancy had such a dear lovely creature +to sleep in her bed at night, and sit up in the door beside her while +she knit, she knew she would be perfectly happy; but that could never +be. However, after much dreaming, wishing, and planning, one day a +bright and desperate idea came across her. That night she asked a great +many questions of Miss Roxy, who at last gave her a sharp answer, and +told her to hold her tongue; but the child had found out all she wanted +to know and did not mind the crossness. + +Next morning she got up very early, and stealing across the garret, took +an old book from a dusty pile on a shelf, then with a pair of scissors +she had brought up overnight she cut out a blank leaf, and pinned it, +carefully folded, into the pocket of her dress. + +She did not go out-of-doors at the school recess, but took the pen with +which she had been writing her copy, and smoothing the paper out, wrote +this queer little letter: + + "DEER GENTILMAN,--I am a poor little gurl who nits mittins for Miss + Roxy. I am bound out and I havent got no folks of my own, not so + much as a verry smal baby. I wish I had a dol. I am real lonesum. + wil you send mee a dol. My naim is Nansy Peck, and I live to Mis + Roxy Blair's house in Baset Vermonte. I nit this mittin. when I am + big I wil pay for the dol. + + "NANSY PECK." + +The letter once written, and waved up and down under the desk to dry, +the paper was pinned into her pocket again, and when the next pair of +mittens she knit were done, pressed, caught together with a bit of yarn, +and sent up, by her, to the trunk, the daring and odd little note was +slipped safely inside one of them, and lay there several months +undiscovered. + +One bitter cold day, at the end of the next November, a young man came +hastily into John Jackson's shop in St. Joseph. + +"Hullo!" he said. "I want a pair of those knit mittens of yours. I'm +ordered off to the Denver station, and they do say it's colder 'n blazes +there. Handling express packages ain't real warm work anyhow!" + +And so, while little Nancy, washing potatoes for dinner, wondered who +had got her mitten with the letter in it, Joe Harris, Adams Express +Agent for Denver, was cramming the pair into his pocket. The next week a +snow-squall with a gale and a half of wind swooped down on Denver with +all fury, and the new agent's teeth chattered and his hands smarted as +he stood waiting for the train that had just whistled; he pulled the +heavy mittens out of his overcoat pocket, twitched them apart, and +sticking his left hand into one of them, found the note. He had no time +to look at it then, for there was work on hand; but that evening, in the +bare little room at the hotel, he took the letter out of his pocket, +and, big strong man that he was, two great tears hopped out of his eyes +on to the eager, anxious little letter. + +"By jinks! she shall have her dolly!" he exclaimed, fetching his fist +down on the rickety table, where his lamp stood, with a thump that +almost sent lamp and all to the floor. But how to get it? Denver was no +place then, whatever it is now, to buy dolls, and Joe was much disturbed +at it; but it happened that the very next week he was recalled to St. +Louis on some business which must be seen to in person; so, just as soon +as his errand was done, he went about to all the toy-shops until he was +satisfied at last with a doll. And well he might be! the dolly was of +bisque, with movable eyes and real golden hair, joints in her arms and +legs, and a face almost as lovely as a real baby; for a baby doll it +was, in long clothes, with little corals to tie up its sleeves, and tiny +socks on its feet. Joe had it boxed up carefully, directed to Miss Nancy +Peck, at Bassett, Vermont, and then stepped into the express office, +told the story, and read the letter. The Superintendent had little girls +of his own. + +"It shall go free all the way there," he said, and wrote on the outside: +"Pass along the dolly, boys! get it there by Christmas, sure. Free. +X.Y.Z." + +So the doll-baby began its journey; and the story Joe Harris told at St. +Louis was told and retold from one messenger to another, and many a +smile did it rouse on the tired faces; and here one man tied on a gold +dollar wrapped in paper and tucked in under the box lid, and there +another added a box of candy, and another a bundle of gay calico for a +child's dress, and one a picture-book, each labelled "Merry Christmas +for Nancy," till the agent at the last large town had to put all the +things into a big box, and pack the corners with oranges. + +Can any words tell what Nancy thought when that box climbed up to her +from Bassett on Mr. Tucker's wagon--the very same wagon that brought her +from the poor-house? Luckily for her, Miss Roxy could not leave her bed, +where she had lain a month now with acute rheumatism; for when she heard +Nancy's story she was angry enough to box her ears well, and did scold +furiously, and call the poor child many a bad name for her "brazen +impudence," as she called it. But what did Nancy care when at last, with +an old hatchet, she had pried off the box lid, and discovered its hidden +treasures! Miss Roxy was glad enough of a sweet ripe orange, and stopped +scolding to eat it at once; but Nancy could not look at another thing +when the doll box was opened at last, and the lovely sleeping baby +discovered. The child could not speak. She threw her apron over her +head, and ran into the garret. Miss Roxy smiled grimly under her orange. + +"Little fool!" said she; "what upon airth does she want to cry for?" + +But all the expressmen smiled when each one read a quaint little letter +dropped soon after into the Bassett Post-office, and directed "To all +the adams express Gentlemen betwene Basset and st louis Miss." It was +duly forwarded along the line, and ran thus: + + "DERE GENTLEMEN,--I know by the Laybels how good everyboddy was, + and the doly is goodest of All, but everything is good. I Thank you + ten thowsand times. I am so glad, the Things was splendidd! + + "NANSY PECK." + + + + +THE YOUNG TIN-TYPERS. + +PART II. + + +"Now," said Jim, "to-day is Thursday, and if you can mix the sensitive +bath, I will go down town and buy the other things that we need. Then +to-morrow we can prepare everything, and Saturday--oh, just think!--we +can take a picture." + +After Jim started off, Fred went to the dark chamber, which was a large +closet in their work-room, and at once set about preparing the mystic +solution to sensitize the plate. + +He first took some rain-water, and let it drip through a filter paper +placed in a glass funnel, to remove all the impurities that might be +suspended in it. Then he added the crystals of nitrate of silver; then a +few grains of iodide of potassium were added, when, to his surprise, a +yellow powder began to form. However, he put the mixture aside to +saturate, as the Professor had directed him, having first stirred it +with a small glass rod, and went to study his lessons for the next day. + +He had not been studying long before Jim entered, and with a very grand +air placed several small parcels on the table. He was about to explain +their contents, when he suddenly broke out in a wild fit of laughter. +"Why, Fred, what have you done to yourself?" said he. + +Fred looked up from his book, and found, to his great disgust, a number +of heavy black spots on his hands and coat. "Well, I don't see what that +is," he said. + +"I do," said Jim: "you have been and spattered yourself with silver, and +the sunlight has turned it black. You are in a nice fix, for nothing +will take it off." + +"The coat was only a work jacket," said Fred, "and I don't care a bit +about my hands. But let us see what you have bought." + +"In the first place," said Jim, opening his packages, "here are some tin +plates--great big fellows, too, and all for fifty cents. And here is +some collodion. These green crystals are sulphate of iron, and the man +says we must keep them in a very tight bottle, because if the air gets +at them they will spoil. He told me they were made of old nails and +sulphuric acid. Do you believe it? These green crystals we must dissolve +in water before using. This stuff in the bottle is acetic acid. Doesn't +it smell queer? And here is some hyposulphite of soda; and that's all. +Now let's get to work." + +The two hours were now over, and Fred returned to his silver bath, and +let it run through a filter, when, by rule, the bath was ready. It was +placed in a flask, and tightly corked. + +"Now, Jim," said Fred. "I guess we would better leave everything until +Saturday, because to-morrow we have an examination in algebra, and ought +to cram for that to-night; and to-morrow afternoon is the ball match, +and in the evening we shall be tired." + +At last Saturday morning came, bright and sunny, and the two boys began +in earnest the task of taking a picture. + +Fred had procured a tall narrow glass vessel to hold the silver bath, +and a glass dipper with which to suspend the plate, and having mixed the +developing and fixing solutions, the boys were at last ready. + +"Now you pour on the collodion," said Jim, "and put the plate in the +bath, while I get the camera in position and adjust the focus." + +"What are you going to take?" asked Fred. + +"I guess I'll try old Spriggins's back yard," answered the other. "He's +got a big grape-vine arbor there that will take immense." + +Fred, left to himself, poured the collodion over the plate, and gently +tilted it from side to side. The liquid did not flow evenly, but lay in +rings and streaks all over the surface. + +"Why didn't we try the Professor's gum-arabic, and save collodion!" he +exclaimed. But not discouraged by failure, he tried again, and by sheer +luck succeeded in making a smooth surface. In about five seconds he put +the plate in the bath, and awaited the result. When he removed it, +instead of being finely coated with silver, the plate appeared cracked, +greasy, and spotted. + +"Oh, misery!" he cried, "the bath is all full of yellow stuff. What +shall I do?" + +Hearing this, Jim returned to the laboratory, and with his usual +calmness simply said, "Filter." + +Fred did so, and in a few moments a clear bath was again obtained. + +"How did that happen, I wonder?" said Fred. + +"I don't believe you allowed the collodion time enough to set," was the +answer. "Let me try this time." + +After a good deal of trouble with the collodion, Jim finally prepared a +smooth plate, which he allowed to wait thirty seconds, and then +carefully lowered it into the silver bath. After a few seconds he raised +it, and found it covered with streaks. + +[Illustration: OLD SPRIGGINS'S GRAPE ARBOR.] + +"Put it back," said Fred; and in it went. In about thirty-five seconds +more, it was of that fine opal tint mentioned by the Professor. It was +then placed in the slide and carried to the camera. Jim pulled out his +watch, and with a forced smile to hide his nervousness said, "Go," and +Fred drew up the sliding door. When the plate had been exposed long +enough, as he thought, Jim cried, "Time," the door was closed, the slide +taken from the camera, and the boys returned with it to the dark +chamber. + +The plate was then taken from the slide, and Fred, seizing a bottle, +poured its contents over the opaline surface. + +"As if by magic--" Jim began. + +"Nothing appears," continued Fred, as he saw in astonishment every trace +of silver disappear from the plate, and the bare tin surface left +exposed. "I can't see through that," he added, in dismay. + +"I can," answered Jim: "you were in such a hurry that you poured on the +fixing solution instead of the developer, and of course that has +dissolved everything." + +Jim then prepared another plate with great care, placed it in the +camera, exposed it for such time as he thought fit, and returned with it +to the dark chamber. Removing it from the slide, he carefully poured on +the developer. By degrees the cloud on the surface dissolved, and a +picture slowly appeared, very imperfect, but still a picture. + +[Illustration: GLASS BATH AND DIPPER.] + +"Isn't that splendid?" said Fred, enthusiastically; "it's just as +natural as life." + +Jim, cool and quiet as usual, washed the plate well with water, and +cautiously poured on the fixing solution, when the yellow coating of the +picture vanished, and old Spriggins's grape arbor came out in clear, +sharp lines. + +"Now, Fred," said he, "you calm down a little, and varnish this." + +"All right," answered Fred; and having lighted the spirit-lamp, he +poured on the varnish, and held the plate over the flame; but, alas! +there was a fizz, a vile smell, a great deal of smoke, and the pretty +picture was a mass of paste. + +"I won't have anything more to do with this part of the work," said +Fred, impatiently, throwing the spoiled plate on the floor. "I can play +doctor's shop, and mix up solutions as well as anybody, but this endless +dipping, washing, and drying takes more patience than I possess. I shall +leave that to you, Jim." + +"One more trial, and a perfect picture," answered Jim, quietly. + +The next attempt proceeded smoothly up to the varnishing-point, when Jim +said he would do it without the aid of heat. The picture was accordingly +varnished and stood away to dry, when after a few minutes it was found +to be covered with a white film which entirely obscured it. Fred +declared he would never try again, but Jim, more persevering, decided to +heat the plate a little, and see what happened. He passed it gently over +the spirit-lamp flame, when, to his great relief, the cloud vanished, +and the picture re-appeared, increased in brightness, and covered with a +coating thick enough to protect it from scratches. + +These boys had many other mishaps and disappointments before they became +skillful enough to be sure of obtaining a good picture. They learned, +too, that rules in books sound very easy, but that much practice and +experience are required to carry them out successfully. But having by +care and perseverance once conquered all obstacles, they had no end of +fun copying pictures for friends and school-mates. + +Having become very fair tin-typers, they are now ambitious to take +negatives on glass, and print from them. If they succeed in doing this +well, some day they may tell you all about it, if you are interested +enough to listen. + + + + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER VI. + +A TENDER-HEARTED SKELETON. + + +"Now, then, lazy-bones," was Mr. Lord's warning cry as Toby came out of +the tent, "if you've fooled away enough of your time, you can come here +an' 'tend shop for me while I go to supper. You crammed yourself this +noon, an' it'll teach you a good lesson to make you go without anything +to eat to-night; it'll make you move round more lively in the future." + +Instead of becoming accustomed to such treatment as he was receiving +from his employers, Toby's heart grew more tender with each brutal word, +and this last punishment--that of losing his supper--caused the poor boy +more sorrow than blows would. Mr. Lord started for the hotel as he +concluded his cruel speech, and poor little Toby, going behind the +counter, leaned his head upon the rough boards, and cried as if his +heart would break. + +All the fancied brightness and pleasure of a circus life had vanished, +and in its place was the bitterness of remorse that he had repaid Uncle +Daniel's kindness by the ingratitude of running away. Toby thought then +that if he could only nestle his little red head on the pillows of his +little bed in that rough room at Uncle Daniel's, he would be the +happiest and best boy, in the future, in all the great wide world. + +While he was still sobbing away at a most furious rate he heard a voice +close at his elbow, and looking up, he saw the thinnest man he had ever +seen in all his life. The man had flesh-colored tights on, and a +spangled red velvet garment--that was neither pants, because there were +no legs to it, nor a coat, because it did not come above his waist--made +up the remainder of his costume. Because he was so wonderfully thin, +because of the costume which he wore, and because of a highly colored +painting which was hanging in front of one of the small tents, Toby knew +that the Living Skeleton was before him, and his big brown eyes opened +all the wider as he gazed at him. + +"What is the matter, little fellow?" asked the man, in a kindly tone. +"What makes you cry so? Has Job been up to his old tricks again?" + +"I don't know what his old tricks are"--and Toby sobbed, his tears +coming again because of the sympathy which this man's voice expressed +for him--"but I know that he's a mean, ugly thing, that's what I know; +an' if I could only get back to Uncle Dan'l, there hain't elephants +enough in all the circuses in the world to pull me away again." + +"Oh, you run away from home, did you?" + +"Yes, I did," sobbed Toby, "an' there hain't any boy in any +Sunday-school book that ever I read that was half so sorry he'd been bad +as I am. It's awful; an' now I can't have any supper, 'cause I stopped +to talk with Mr. Stubbs." + +"Is Mr. Stubbs one of your friends?" asked the skeleton, as he seated +himself on Mr. Lord's own private seat. + +"Yes, he is, an' he's the only one in this whole circus who 'pears to be +sorry for me. You'd better not let Mr. Lord see you sittin' in that +chair, or he'll raise a row." + +"Job won't raise any row with me," said the skeleton. "But who is this +Mr. Stubbs? I don't seem to know anybody by that name." + +"I don't think that is his name. I only call him so, 'cause he looks so +much like a feller I know who is named Stubbs." + +This satisfied the skeleton that this Mr. Stubbs must be some one +attached to the show, and he asked, + +"Has Job been whipping you?" + +"No; Ben, the driver on the cart where I ride, told him not to do that +again; but he hain't going to let me have any supper, 'cause I was so +slow about my work, though I wasn't slow; I only talked to Mr. Stubbs +when there wasn't anybody round his cage." + +"Sam! Sam! Sam-u-el!" + +This name, which was shouted twice in a quick, loud voice, and the third +time in a slow manner, ending almost in a screech, did not come from +either Toby or the skeleton, but from an enormously large woman, dressed +in a gaudy red and black dress, cut very short, and with low neck and an +apology for sleeves, who had just come out from the tent whereon the +picture of the Living Skeleton hung. + +"Samuel," she screamed again, "come inside this minute, or you'll catch +your death o' cold, an' I shall have you wheezin' around with the +phthisic all night. Come in, Sam-u-el." + +"That's her," said the skeleton to Toby, as he pointed his thumb in the +direction of the fat woman, but paid no attention to the outcry she was +making--"that's my wife Lilly, an' she's the fat woman of the show. +She's always yellin' after me that way the minute I get out for a little +fresh air, an' she's always sayin' just the same thing. Bless you, I +never have the phthisic, but she does awful; an' I s'pose 'cause she's +so large she can't feel all over her, an' thinks it's me that has it." + +"Is--is all that--is that your wife?" stammered Toby, in astonishment, +as he looked at the enormously fat woman who stood in the tent door, and +then at the wonderfully thin man who sat beside him. + +"Yes, that's her," said the skeleton. "She weighs pretty nigh four +hundred, though of course the show cards says it's over six hundred, an' +she earns almost as much money as I do. Of course she can't get so much, +for skeletons is much scarcer than fat folks; but we make a pretty good +thing travellin' together." + +"Sam-u-el," again came a cry from the fat woman, "are you never coming +in?" + +"Not yet, my angel," said the skeleton, placidly, as he crossed one thin +leg over the other, and looked calmly at her. "Come here an' see Job's +new boy." + +"Your imprudence is wearin' me away so that I sha'n't be worth five +dollars a week to any circus," she said, impatiently; but at the same +time she came toward the candy stand quite as rapidly as her very great +size would admit. + +"This is my wife Lilly--Mrs. Treat," said the skeleton, with a proud +wave of the hand, as he rose from his seat and gazed admiringly at her. +"This is my flower, my queen, Mr.--Mr.--" + +"Tyler," said Toby, supplying the name which the skeleton--or Mr. Treat, +as Toby now learned his name was--"Tyler is my name, Toby Tyler." + +"Why, what a little chap you are!" said Mrs. Treat, paying no attention +to the awkward little bend of the head which Toby had intended for a +bow. "How small he is, Samuel!" + +"Yes," said the skeleton, reflectively, as he looked Toby over from head +to foot, as if he were mentally trying to calculate exactly how many +inches high he was, "he is small; but he's got all the world before him +to grow in, an' if he only eats enough-- There, that reminds me. Job +isn't going to give him any supper, because he didn't work hard enough." + +"He won't, won't he?" exclaimed the large lady, savagely. "Oh, he's a +precious one, he is, an' some day I shall just give him a good shakin' +up, that's what I'll do. I get all out of patience with that man's +ugliness." + +"An' she'll do just what she says," said the skeleton to Toby, with an +admiring shake of the head. "That woman hain't afraid of anybody, an' I +wouldn't be a bit surprised if she did give Job a pretty rough time." + +Toby thought, as he looked at her, that she was large enough to give +'most any one a pretty rough time, but he did not venture to say so. +While he was looking first at her, and then at her very thin husband, +the skeleton told his wife the little which he had learned regarding the +boy's history, and when he had concluded she waddled away toward her +tent. + +"Great woman that," said the skeleton, as he saw her disappear within +the tent. + +"Yes," said Toby, "she's the greatest I ever saw." + +"I mean that she's got a great head. Now you'll see about how much she +cares for what Job says." + +"If I was as big as her," said Toby, with just a shade of envy in his +voice, "I wouldn't be afraid of anybody." + +"It hain't so much the size," said the skeleton, sagely--"it hain't so +much the size, my boy; for I can scare that woman almost to death when I +feel like it." + +Toby looked for a moment at Mr. Treat's thin legs and arms, and then he +said, warningly, "I wouldn't feel like it very often if I was you, Mr. +Treat, 'cause she might break some of your bones if you didn't happen to +scare her enough." + +"Don't fear for me, my boy--don't fear for me; you'll see how I manage +her if you stay with the circus long enough. Now I often--" + +If Mr. Treat was going to confide a family secret to Toby, it was fated +that he should not hear it then, for Mrs. Treat had just come out of her +tent, carrying in her hands a large tin plate piled high with a +miscellaneous assortment of pie, cake, bread, and meat. + +[Illustration: TOBY GETS HIS SUPPER.] + +She placed this in front of Toby, and as she did so she handed him two +pictures. + +"There, little Toby Tyler," she said--"there's something for you to eat, +if Mr. Job Lord and his precious partner Jacobs did say you shouldn't +have any supper; an' I've brought you a picture of Samuel an' me. We +sell 'em for ten cents apiece, but I'm going to give them to you, +because I like the looks of you." + +Toby was quite overcome with the presents, and seemed at a loss how to +thank her for them. He attempted to speak, couldn't get the words out at +first, and then he said, as he put the two photographs in the same +pocket with his money: "You're awful good to me, an' when I get to be a +man I'll give you lots of things. I wasn't so very hungry, if I am such +a big eater, but I did want something." + +"Bless your dear little heart, and you shall have something to eat," +said the fat woman, as she seized Toby, squeezed him close up to her, +and kissed his freckled face as kindly as if it had been as fair and +white as possible. "You shall eat all you want to, an' if you get the +stomach-ache, as Samuel does sometimes when he's been eatin' too much, +I'll give you some catnip tea out of the same dipper that I give him +his. He's a great eater, Samuel is," she added, in a burst of +confidence, "an' it's a wonder to me what he does with it all +sometimes." + +"Is he?" exclaimed Toby, quickly. "How funny that is! for I'm an awful +eater. Why, Uncle Dan'l used to say that I ate twice as much as I ought +to, an' it never made me any bigger. I wonder what's the reason?" + +"I declare I don't know," said the fat woman, thoughtfully, "an' I've +wondered at it time an' time again. Some folks is made that way, an' +some folks is made different. Now I don't eat enough to keep a chicken +alive, an' yet I grow fatter an' fatter every day--don't I, Samuel?" + +"Indeed you do, my love," said the skeleton, with a world of pride in +his voice; "but you mustn't feel bad about it, for every pound you gain +makes you worth just so much more to the show." + +"Oh, I wasn't worryin'; I was only wonderin'; but we must go, Samuel, +for the poor child won't eat a bit while we are here. After you've eaten +what there is there, bring the plate in to me," she said to Toby, as she +took her lean husband by the arm and walked him off toward their own +tent. + +Toby gazed after them a moment, and then he commenced a vigorous attack +upon the eatables which had been so kindly given him. Of the food which +he had taken from the dinner table he had eaten some while he was in the +tent, and after that he had entirely forgotten that he had any in his +pocket; therefore at the time that Mrs. Treat had brought him such a +liberal supply he was really very hungry. + +He succeeded in eating nearly all the food which had been brought to +him, and the very small quantity which remained he readily found room +for in his pockets. Then he washed the plate nicely, and seeing no one +in sight, he thought he could leave the booth long enough to return the +plate. + +He ran with it quickly into the tent occupied by the thin man and fat +woman, and handed it to her with a profusion of thanks for her kindness. + +"Did you eat it all?" she asked. + +"Well," hesitated Toby, "there was two doughnuts an' a piece of pie left +over, an' I put them in my pocket. If you don't care, I'll eat them some +time to-night." + +"You shall eat it whenever you want to, an' any time that you get hungry +again, you come right to me." + +"Thank you, marm. I must go now, for I left the store all alone." + +"Run, then; an' if Job Lord abuses you, just let me know it, an' I'll +keep him from cuttin' up any monkey shines." + +Toby hardly heard the end of her sentence, so great was his haste to get +back to the booth; and just as he emerged from the tent, on a quick run, +he received a blow on the ear which sent him sprawling in the dust, and +he heard Mr. Job Lord's angry voice as it said, "So, just the moment my +back is turned, you leave the stand to take care of itself, do you, an' +run around tryin' to plot some mischief against me, eh?" and the brute +kicked the prostrate boy twice with his heavy boot. + +"Please don't kick me again," pleaded Toby. "I wasn't gone but a minute, +an' I wasn't doing anything bad." + +"You're lying now, an' you know it, you young cub!" exclaimed the angry +man as he advanced to kick the boy again. "I'll let you know who you've +got to deal with when you get hold of me." + +[Illustration: JOB LORD LEARNS A LESSON.] + +"And I'll let you know who you've got to deal with when you get hold of +me," said a woman's voice; and just as Mr. Lord had raised his foot to +kick the boy again, the fat woman had seized him by the collar, jerked +him back over one of the tent ropes, and left him quite as prostrate as +he had left Toby. "Now, Job Lord," said the angry woman, as she towered +above the thoroughly enraged but thoroughly frightened man, "I want you +to understand that you can't knock and beat this boy while I'm around. +I've seen enough of your capers, an' I'm going to put a stop to them. +That boy wasn't in this tent more than two minutes, an' he attends to +his work better than any one you have ever had; so see that you treat +him decent. Get up," she said to Toby, who had not dared to rise from +the ground, "and if he offers to strike you again, come to me." + +Toby scrambled to his feet, and ran to the booth in time to attend to +one or two customers who had just come up. He could see from out the +corner of his eye that Mr. Lord had arisen to his feet also, and was +engaged in an angry conversation with Mrs. Treat, the result of which he +very much feared would be another and a worse whipping for him. + +But in this he was mistaken, for Mr. Lord, after the conversation was +ended, came toward the booth, and began to attend to his business +without speaking one word to Toby. When Mr. Jacobs returned from his +supper Mr. Lord took him by the arm, walked him out toward the rear of +the tents, and Toby was very positive that he was to be the subject of +their conversation, and it made him not a little uneasy. + +It was not until nearly time for the performance to begin that Mr. Lord +returned, and he had nothing to say to Toby save to tell him to go into +the tent and begin his work there. The boy was only too glad to escape +so easily, and he went to his work with as much alacrity as if he were +about entering upon some pleasure. + +When he met Mr. Jacobs, that gentleman spoke to him very sharply about +being late, and seemed to think it no excuse at all that he had just +been relieved from the outside work by Mr. Lord. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE. + +ABOUT TO BE ERECTED IN THE CENTRAL PARK, NEW YORK. + +BY REV. J. S. HOLME. + + +Cleopatra's Needle is not such a needle as we use to sew with: it is a +great stone--sometimes called an obelisk--nearly seventy feet long, and +about seven feet square at the base on which it stands. Its sides +gradually taper from the bottom until at the top it ends in a small +pointed four-sided pyramid. It is of red granite, and the sides are +covered all over with pictures of birds, animals, and other things, cut +into the stone. It is called a needle because it is so long and slender. +But why it should be called Cleopatra's Needle is not quite so clear. +Cleopatra was a famous Queen who lived in Egypt a little while before +the birth of Christ. She was a very beautiful woman, and well educated; +but she did many foolish things, and some very wicked things; and, as +such people often are, she, though a great Queen, was at last so very +unhappy that she wickedly put an end to her own life. + +This obelisk was at first erected by Thothmes III., one of the old Kings +of Egypt, at Heliopolis, about 3600 years ago. It was taken from that +place to Alexandria, where Cleopatra lived, not long after her death, by +the Roman Emperor Augustus Caesar, as a trophy of his victory over the +Kings of Egypt, and it was called "Cleopatra's Needle," we suppose, +merely in compliment to the late Queen. + +Egypt is supposed to be the oldest nation in the world. The Kings used +to be called Pharaohs, and many of them were very great and powerful. +Some were great warriors, others were great builders--builders of +pyramids, cities, temples, and obelisks. They were very vain of their +glory, and they were great boasters, fond of inscribing their names and +deeds on stone. Cleopatra's Needle is one of two great obelisks which +one of these Pharaohs erected, and placed one on each side of the +entrance to the Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis. The Egyptians +worshipped the sun as their god under the name of Ra, and the name of +Pharaoh, by which the Egyptian Kings were known, means "a son of the +sun." + +The Pharaohs did great honor to their sun-god, as they thought they were +his children. The Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis was the greatest in +all Egypt, and its ruins now cover nearly a mile in extent. Thothmes +erected these obelisks at the entrance to this Temple of the Sun, partly +in honor to the sun-god, and partly to honor himself, as he wrote his +own history up and down the sides of the obelisk, not in letters such as +we use, but in pictures of birds, animals, and other things, which kind +of writing these old Egyptians used, and we call them hieroglyphics. +This obelisk stood a great many years near the door of this temple at +Heliopolis--or, as it is called in the Bible, "the city of On"--where it +was at first erected. + +Some of the children may remember that a few weeks ago, in the regular +Sunday-school lesson, it is said that "Pharaoh gave to Joseph in +marriage Asenath, the daughter of Poti-pherah, priest of On." This +Poti-pherah was the high-priest--a very great man in Egypt, and lived in +the Temple of the Sun at On. And it is quite likely that this very +obelisk stood before his door on the day that Joseph married his +daughter Asenath. And if this is so, is it not wonderful that this great +stone that weighs 213 tons, on which Joseph may have looked on his +wedding day 3600 years ago, should now be in a country 5000 miles away, +of which the old Egyptians never heard? And is it not still more +wonderful that, while the children in the Sunday-schools of America +should be studying their regular Bible lesson about Joseph's marriage, +this great obelisk, that stood at the door of his father-in-law's house, +should be lying in the street, at the door of one of our schools, on its +way to the Central Park in New York? + +But now we must tell you how this great obelisk came to be brought to +this country. Obelisks are great curiosities. There are only a few large +ones in the world. These all used to be in Egypt, and the Egyptians +thought a great deal of them. But four or five of these were taken at +different times, without leave of the people of Egypt, to different +countries in Europe. Two stand in Rome, one in Constantinople, one in +Paris, and one in London. Now Mehemet Ali, the late Khedive of Egypt, +had a great liking for America. He thought that the United States had +treated him better than the European nations; and it seemed to him that +we ought to have an obelisk as well as the nations of Europe. And when +the American Consul asked for one, he said, "I will think of it." It was +supposed he might give us a little one. But no one ever thought of +asking for "Cleopatra's Needle" at Alexandria: this was one of the +largest and most beautiful in all Egypt. But it so happened that this +obelisk stood very near the sea. The waves of the Mediterranean rolled +right up to its base. There was great danger of its being undermined. It +was thought already to begin to lean a little. Many feared it would soon +fall. This gave the Khedive great anxiety; and so he proposed to remove +it to another part of the city of Alexandria. But this would cost a +great deal of money, and the Khedive was not at this time rich; so he +proposed that the wealthy men of the city should raise by subscription +one-half of the money needed to remove it, and he would provide the +other half. But the people of Alexandria thought the government ought to +do it all, and did not subscribe a dollar. At this Mehemet Ali was +greatly displeased; and he thereupon made up his mind to make this +beautiful obelisk a present from Egypt, the oldest nation of the world, +to the United States of America, the youngest nation. And glad, indeed, +we were to get it; and sorry enough were the Egyptians at last to lose +it. + +One of our wealthy citizens, on learning the intention of the Khedive of +Egypt, said he would pay $75,000, the estimated cost of its removal, +when the obelisk should be erected in the Central Park. + +Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe, U.S.N., undertook the task of bringing it +over--and a very great one it has been; but he has done it with great +skill and success, and thus far at his own expense and risk. And it will +cost much more to complete the work than the $75,000 promised; but New +York, without doubt, will see Lieutenant-Commander Gorringe repaid for +his outlay, for it will be a great thing to have a genuine Egyptian +obelisk, Cleopatra's Needle, in the Central Park in this city. + + + + +[Illustration: THE MONKEYS.] + + + + +THE MURDER OF THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER. + + +[Illustration: THE UNFORTUNATE PRINCES.] + +One of the wickedest acts of the wicked King Richard III. of England was +the murder of his two young nephews in the Tower. He had seized upon the +crown that belonged of right to them, and had shut them up in a gloomy +cell of that huge castle that still stands on the banks of the Thames, +below London. They were separated from their mother, the widow of the +late King Edward IV., and kept like prisoners and criminals in the part +of the vast fortress now known as "the Bloody Tower." The elder, Edward, +Prince of Wales (now Edward V., King of England), was thirteen, his fair +and gentle brother, the Duke of York, only eleven. Their cruel uncle +sent orders to the Governor of the Tower, Brackenbury, to put them to +death secretly, but the honest man refused to do so wicked an act. +Richard then placed Sir James Tyrrel, his evil instrument, in command of +the fortress for a single day; the keys of the gates and cells were +given up to him by Brackenbury, and the plans for the murder were +carefully prepared by the King. Tyrrel hired two hardened +criminals--John Dighton, his own groom, and Miles Forest, a murderer by +trade--to commit the act, and remove from their uncle's path the two +innocent princes who might yet dispute his title to the throne. + +It was a dark and gloomy night when Tyrrel, followed by his two +assassins, crept up the narrow stone staircase that led to the room +where the young children were confined. He found them clasped in each +other's arms asleep, having just repeated their prayers, and lying on a +bed. It is easy to imagine the terrors of the poor children in that +stony and gloomy chamber, shut out from their mother and all their +friends, and seeing only the cold, strange faces of their jailers. But +now they had forgotten all their sorrows in a sleep that was to be their +last. What dreams they may have had at that fearful moment no one can +ever tell. By the light of a flickering torch Tyrrel probably looked +into the chamber to see that his victims were safe. But he did not go +in, and stood watching and listening at the door while Dighton and +Forest performed their dreadful deed. They took the pillows and bolsters +from the bed, pressed them over the faces of the children, and thus +smothered them to death. When they were dead they carried their bodies +down the long staircase, and buried them under a heap of stones at its +foot. It was reported that Richard III., touched by an unusual feeling +of superstition, had removed them to consecrated ground, and that the +place of their final burial was unknown. But long afterward, in the +reign of Charles II., when it was found necessary to take away the +stones, and dig in the spot where it was supposed the assassins had laid +them, the bones of two persons were found that corresponded to the ages +of the young princes. They were buried by the King beneath a marble +monument. + +But wherever they slept, the murder of his nephews must have forever +haunted the brain of the wicked Richard III. His people hated and feared +him. He grew every day more cruel and tyrannical; he murdered friend and +foe. At last Henry, Earl of Richmond, of the house of Lancaster, landed +in England with a small force, which was soon increased by the general +hatred of the King. The nobility and the people flocked to his camp. His +army was soon very strong. Richard, at the head of a powerful force, +marched to meet his rival, and on Bosworth Field, August 22, 1485, the +decisive battle was fought. Richard was betrayed, as he deserved, by his +own officers. He rode raging on horseback around the field, and when he +saw Henry before him, rushed upon him to cut him down. He killed one of +his knights, but was stricken from his horse, and fell dead in the +crowd. Then the soldiers cried, "Long live King Henry!" and that night +Richard's body, flung across the back of a horse, was carried into +Leicester to be buried. His wicked reign had lasted only two years. + + + + +MISS SOPHONISBA SYLVIA PLANTAGENET TUDOR. + +BY LILLIAS C. DAVIDSON. + + +Far away, across, the blue Atlantic, lies an island--not a very big +island, but a wonderful one, for all that. Its name is England. Who +knows what is the capital? London? quite right; I see the Young People +are well up in their geography. Well, in this London there is a great +square called Portland Place, and before one of its big tall houses +there was standing a carriage one bright afternoon. + +Presently the house door was flung wide open by a most gentlemanly +butler in black, and down the steps there came an imposing procession. + +First, Lady Ponsonby, in silks and laces, very stately and very +beautiful; then little Ethel; and last, but not least--oh no, indeed! by +no means least--Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor, closely +clasped in the arms of her doting mother, Miss Ethel. + +"What, only a doll?" + +My dear Young People, can it be possible that I hear you say "only"? +Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor was by far the most important +member of the present party--at all events, Ethel would have told you +so, for so she firmly believed. Never was there so lovely a doll. Eyes +like violets; real golden hair, cut with a Gainsborough fringe (what you +American little girls called "banged," although why, I don't know, I am +sure); complexion as beautiful as wax and paint could make it; and a +costume which was the admiration and envy of every one of Ethel's +particular friends. Muriel Brabazon, who lived in Park Lane, had +actually shed tears when she saw Miss S. S. P. Tudor's new black satin +jacket with its jet fringe; but then poor Muriel had no mamma, and was +not as well brought up as might be desired. + +All the same, Miss Sophonisba was a pride and joy to any possessor, and +Ethel felt a thrill of calm happiness at every fresh glance that was +cast at their carriage as they drove quickly through the busy streets +toward the Park. Hyde Park, you must know, is to London what the Central +Park is to New York; and in it there is a long drive called Rotten Row, +where London people go in crowds, and on this afternoon it was a perfect +crush of carriages of every description. + +The Ponsonby carriage had to go at a slow and stately pace, and all the +throngs of people who walked by the side of the Row, or sat on the green +chairs under the trees, had a fine opportunity of gazing their fill at +Miss Plantagenet Tudor's glories. + +All at once there was a little stir and flutter among the crowd, and +murmurs ran about from one to another of "The Princess! the Princess!" +Ethel clapped her hands, and nearly danced upon her seat, for this was +almost _too_ delightful; and in another minute there came in sight a +very plain, neat carriage, with dark horses, and servants in sober +liveries, and there, smiling and bowing, sat the sweet and gracious lady +who will probably one day be Queen of England. She is so good and so +charming that the English people love her dearly; and all the +gentlemen's hats came off in a minute, and all the ladies bowed, and +everybody looked as pleased as possible. As for Ethel, she bowed so hard +that she looked like a little Chinese Mandarin, and even jumped up to +get another glimpse as they passed, for their own carriage was just +turning out of the great Park gates to go home to Portland Place. +Actually, for five minutes, she had forgotten her beloved doll; but what +may not happen in five minutes? + +"Sophonisba Sylvia, my precious," she murmured, turning to take her in +her motherly arms, "did you see the Princess? Isn't she +_loverly_?--almost as beautiful as you?" But here she stopped quite +short. + +Alas! it is almost too dreadful to go on writing about. How can I tell +you? There was no Miss Sophonisba S. P. Tudor! She had totally vanished. + +Oh, poor, poor Ethel! Nine years old, and beginning to learn German +verbs, and yet her tears rained down like an April shower. + +"Oh, my Sophonisba! The best, the dearest, of my twenty-three dolls! Oh, +mamma! mamma! _can_ I go on living without her?" + +"Ethel, my own," cried her distracted mother, clasping her in her arms, +"don't cry, my pet, don't cry. We'll advertise for her; we'll offer +rewards; we'll go to Creamer's this moment, and buy you another; we'll +send to Paris, Vienna, anywhere." + +But oh! you among my readers who are mothers of dolls yourselves, you +can fancy how Ethel rejected this last consolation. Another doll! Could +there be another Sophonisba? Never! oh, never! And should her place be +taken by another, even if there were? + +"Please, mamma," she murmured, burying her tear-stained face in Lady +Ponsonby's best silk mantle, "I would so much rather not. I don't want +another. I couldn't love any one else like her. Oh, Sophy Sylvia!" + +No use to look for the dear lost one. They drove back the whole way they +had come, and asked five policemen, but not a trace was to be found. + +But where, all this time, was Miss Plantagenet Tudor? Scarcely had she +recovered her senses from the shock of her violent fall upon the wood +pavement at Hyde Park Corner, when she was seized by the waist, and a +rich Irish brogue greeted her ears. + +"Arrah, thin, what an illigant doll! Sure and it's wild wid joy Norah'll +be to get it. Come along, me darlint." + +Then perhaps she fainted with horror, for the next thing she was aware +of was being clasped in the arms of a little girl, nearly the same age +as her beloved little mistress, but ah! how different in all but age!--a +little red-haired girl, clean and tidy, to be sure, but with what +patched and faded clothes, what little red rough hands, what a loud +voice, and what an accent! Neither Miss Tudor's nerves nor her temper +could stand it. She made her back far stiffer than nature and Mr. +Creamer had ever intended it to be, and refused all comfort. In fact, +did what in a less distinguished and high-bred doll would have been +called sulking; and little Norah at last left her in despair, with a +sorrowful sigh. + +It really was not for three days after this that she came out of +her--well, yes, sulks; and that was because she was disturbed by a +terrible noise of sobbing and crying. + +"Och, thin, don't ye now, Norah--don't ye. It's no mortal use, I tell +ye; we'll have to go to prison, and that's the blessed truth. My lady's +grand lace handkerchief, and it's worth three guineas or more; and the +housekeeper says as it's never come home, and I'll swear I sint it; and +how iver are we to pay at all, at all?" + +Now Miss Plantagenet Tudor had by no means a bad heart; she felt really +sorry to see such distress. However, it was no business of hers, and she +was just going off into her dignified gloom again, when her blue eyes +spied something thin, white, and lace-like under the edge of the big +chest in the corner. + +There was the missing handkerchief, the cause of all this woe. Should +she show it to them, and make the poor things happy? Yes, she would; she +knew Ethel would, if she were there. And so, with the lofty grace which +was all her own, Miss Sophonisba Sylvia Plantagenet Tudor fell flat, +face downward, upon the floor, with one stiff arm stuck out straight +before her. + +Norah rushed to pick her up, and as she stooped she too saw the +handkerchief, and clutched at it. + + * * * * * + +"La, Miss Ethel," said the little school-room maid, "there's such a +funny tale Mrs. O'Flannigan's been telling in the kitchen. I know you'd +like to hear it--it's about a doll." + +"Oh, Susan, I don't think I can bear to hear about dolls to-night. Who's +Mrs. O'Flannigan?" + +"The washer-woman, miss; and she lost your ma's best +pocket-handkerchief, and very likely would have had to gone to prison, +and been hung" (oh, Susan! Susan! that was a dreadful stretch of +imagination on your part), "only her little girl Norah's doll fell down, +and when they picked it up it was a-pointing in the corner, and there +was the pocket-handkerchief; and Norah she says she's sure she done it a +purpose." + +"Why, of course she must have. What a dear delightful doll! I think, +Susan, really, that I should like to see her. May I?" + +"La, miss, of course you may. I'll tell Mrs. O'Flannigan to bring her." + +Ah, little did Sophonisba Sylvia guess where she was going that evening +when Norah wrapped her carefully in a corner of her shawl, and trotted +off by Mrs. O'Flannigan's side through the gas-lit streets! They went in +by the kitchen steps--a way Miss Tudor had never been before; but +somehow the great tiled hall looked strangely familiar; and who was that +coming a little timidly out of a door held open by a tall and powdered +footman? + +Ah, dear Young People, it is as hard to write of joy as of sorrow. +Ethel's shriek rang through the house, and brought her papa, Sir Edward, +from his billiards, and Lady Ponsonby from her drawing-room, in a +tremendous hurry. + +Norah went home happy in the possession of five dolls out of Ethel's +twenty-three, and her good fortune did not stop there. Indeed, she had +the greatest reason to bless the day when Miss Sophonisba Sylvia +Plantagenet Tudor had her eventful fall from the Ponsonby carriage at +Hyde Park Corner. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER VI. + + +"Miss Lee," said Mr. Tom, as Milly entered the store Wednesday morning, +"will you please to take my place for two hours at the desk? I have +something to do for father." + +Milly had once or twice filled the same office, and so she quietly sat +down upon Tom's stool, receiving his directions about the money wearily. + +"I've been counting the money over," he said, rather insolently, "and I +know _just_ what is there." + +Mildred glanced up with a slight surprise. She had not fully understood +"Mr. Tom" of late. He and his sister, who served in the cloak-room, were +both, as she knew, jealous of her indifference to them. Their conduct +hitherto she had perfectly understood, but not their extreme suavity of +the last week. Mary Hardman had determined to make an "intimate friend" +of Mildred when it was known she had visited Miss Jenner, but the vulgar +ostentation of her employer's daughter completely shocked Milly's better +taste; and so, while she openly snubbed the brother, she took care to +withdraw, though civilly, from the sister's advances. This had produced +the effect of irritating Miss Hardman, wounding her self-love, and +bringing out all the latent vulgarity in her nature, so that poor Milly +was constantly subjected to annoyance and rudeness, which she bore only +through fear of losing her place; but the new part toward her was more +annoying than the old. Miss Hardman received her with smiles, while Tom +was sarcastically polite to her on all occasions. + +Mildred made no answer to his remark about the money. In fact, after an +unusually fatiguing night with her mother, she was too weary to speak, +and sat leaning her head on her hand, only moving to respond to the call +of "Cash!" at the desk window. How good the money looked, Mildred +thought, as she slipped the notes between her fingers! Over and again +she had the sum she needed in her hands--if conscience was not in the +way. "Yes," thought Milly, "that is how temptation steps in." + + * * * * * + +Deborah was standing in the kitchen window the next evening when Mildred +came down from her mother's room, asking her to relieve her for ten +minutes. + +"My 'business' woman is coming in the gate, Debby," she said, with a +nervous laugh; "but it will be her last visit, and after she goes away I +will tell you all about her." + +Deborah went up stairs a little mollified, and Mildred prepared to +confront her "Shylock." + +"Here I am," said Mrs. Robbins, shaking out her skirts, and sitting down +as soon as she entered the bare little parlor, "and here I'm likely to +remain, for I know what I mean to _have_ instead of money if you don't +pay me; and I know," added the woman, with her insolent laugh--"I know +you haven't it, for old Mr. Hardman refused to lend it to you +yesterday." + +Mildred flushed, but she returned the woman's bold stare with a look of +quiet dignity. + +"You are mistaken, Mrs. Robbins," she said, producing a roll of bills. +"Here is your money. Will you be kind enough to give me a receipt as +quickly as possible?" + +The peddler stared, but she could offer no further remonstrance. There +were the bills, fresh enough, and genuine. She took the money in her +hands, counted it over and again, and then, with angry reluctance, and a +glance at the ornaments in the room, which showed what she had "meant to +have," she wrote her receipt and departed.... + + * * * * * + +"And that's the whole story, Deborah," whispered Milly, an hour later, +as she and the good old woman sat over the fire in Mrs. Lee's room. +"It's nearly killed me this winter--but I _can't possibly tell you_ +where or how I got the money. I scarcely like to think of it myself," +and Mildred rose with the air Debby knew very well, and which plainly +said, "You'll hear no more." + +"Well," said Deborah, "I won't ask if I'm bid not. I only hope no +trouble'll come of it." + +"Trouble!" said Milly, rather sharply. Deborah did not know how tired +and ill she felt, and, indeed, poor Milly was very near a hearty burst +of crying. She was relieved of one anxiety, she thought, as she lay down +to sleep in her mother's room; but had she not burdened herself with +another? + +On entering the store two days later, Milly observed a certain air of +reserve among the girls nearest her, yet they all looked at her +critically. One or two whispered as she went by them with her usual +friendly "Good-morning," and others gave a little significant toss to +head or shoulders as she spoke. Mary Hardman was busy in the cloak-room, +and as Mildred entered she said, with a short laugh, + +"I don't believe you will be wanted here to-day, Miss Lee. However, +father's coming in directly, and he'll tell you for himself." + +Before Mildred could answer, the burly figure of Mr. Hardman senior came +toward them. + +"'Morning, Miss Lee," he said, nodding his head. "Will you be kind +enough to step into my room?" + +It was a sort of office, close at hand, where the girls went to receive +special orders, their weekly salary, or any necessary reprimands. The +day before Milly had penetrated this sanctum to beg a loan of twenty-two +dollars from her employer; now she followed him with doubting steps. +What could it mean? Mr. Tom was seated in a big leather chair by the +table, with the air of judge and jury, witness and lawyer. + +"Sit down, Miss Lee," said the elder man, motioning her to a seat. "Now, +Thomas, I think you can tell the story." + +While Mildred mechanically dropped into a chair, the old man paced the +floor, and Mr. Tom, veiling a sneer, began: + +"Miss Lee, I'll go right to the main question. We've missed some money +from the drawer. It disappeared day before yesterday morning. _The sum +was twenty-two dollars._ Now as you were at the desk between twelve and +two o'clock on that day, _can you account for it_?" + +Mr. Tom drew up his little ferret eyes with a most malicious expression. + +"Twenty-two dollars!" gasped Milly; her face was crimson. "No, I can not +account for it. Twenty-two dollars?" she repeated the question with a +look of blank dismay. + +"Go on, Thomas," said Mr. Hardman senior. + +"Well, then," said Tom, "we happen to know you _needed_ just that sum. +You tried to borrow it of my father, and _you paid it out_ in the +evening." + +Evidently Mr. Tom thought this sentence his crowning success, for he +rose up, trying to look very fine, as he finished it. + +To Mildred the next moment seemed an hour of pain. She sat still, gazing +ahead of her, trying to realize the situation. Then they accused her of +stealing the money! + +"And you think _I_ took it?" she said, faintly. + +"I'm afraid we don't _think_ much about it," said Mr. Tom. +"Circumstances are dead against you." + +Mildred stood up, putting out one trembling hand as though she would +implore some consideration. She thought of her mother lying ill at home; +of all the miseries of the past few weeks. It made her head dizzy, and +she sank back into her chair, while Tom continued: + +"Now I know all about it, Miss Lee, as you'll see. You bought a gray +silk dress of a peddler; the girls all saw it; and you didn't know how +you were to pay for it. You got awfully hard up Wednesday for +money--twenty-two dollars--and you tried to borrow it of father. He +couldn't lend it to you, and, in plain words, you _stole_ it from him. +Pity I wasn't a lawyer," added the young man, with a chuckle. + +[Illustration: "HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING?"] + +"Mr. Hardman, how _dare_ you say such a thing?" cried Milly, starting +from her chair. + +"Then prove you did not," said the young man. "Where did you get your +twenty-two dollars for Widow Robbins?" + +Mildred drew a long breath. "I can not tell you," she said, quietly. + +Father and son laughed. "Now do you know, young lady," said the old man, +"if you're put into court, you'll have to tell. There'll be no questions +asked until that one is answered." + +Milly could not speak. Terror, weariness, and shame filled her mind. + +"You may go now," said Mr. Hardman. "I don't say we've finished with +this business, but we no longer need your services. There is your weekly +salary." And the old man tossed a five-dollar bill before her. + +Mildred never could remember how she left that room. Her tongue seemed +paralyzed. She could not speak; she only thought of getting home, to cry +out her misery on Deborah's shoulder. When she went out into the street +a heavy snow was falling. The girl's brain seemed to be on fire. She +scarcely knew where she was going, and as she walked along she +remembered that to-day for the first time her mother was to sit up, and +she had agreed with Debby to bring in a bird to roast for her supper. +They had meant to make a little celebration of the mother's +convalescence, to which Milly thought she could bring a cheerful spirit, +since her terrible load of private debt was removed. But now, how was +all changed! Mildred stood still in the wild storm, putting her hand to +her head, and even trying to remember where she was going. Suddenly a +thought occurred to her. She would go to Miss Jenner's, and tell her the +whole story. "But not where I got the money," the poor child thought, +with a moan. Half driven along by the heavy snow-storm, Milly turned her +steps toward Lane Street. There was the beautiful brick house, its +trees veiled in white; but, oh! to her delight, Milly saw the curtains +of Miss Jenner's room drawn back. She must be better, if not well again. + +It was a very miserable little figure that appeared at the door when the +old servant opened it. Drenched through by the storm, and with lines of +pain and fatigue in her face, Milly stood there. She scarcely heard what +the servant said as he conducted her down the hall and into the library, +where a big wood fire was blazing cheerily, and where Miss Jenner, +wrapped in soft shawls, sat, with Alice at her knee. + +Mildred took one glance at the sweet, home-like picture, then she +recalled her own position; she remembered the scene at Mr. Hardman's. As +the servant closed the door, she moved forward with tears in her eyes, +saying: + +"Miss Jenner, I am in great trouble at the store. They say--they say--I +am a thief." + +Mildred remembered Miss Jenner's standing up, and Alice's exclamation of +horror; then the room, the fire-light, the books and pictures, and the +two figures, seemed to whirl before her, and she knew no more. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration: SOMETHING IN THE WAY.--DRAWN BY JESSIE MCDERMOTT.] + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX] + + + BROOKLYN, E. D., LONG ISLAND. + + The Young Chemists' Club is in a very prosperous condition. The + meetings are held at the residences of the members every Saturday + evening at half past seven. The order of exercises commences with + the calling of the roll, then the collection of weekly dues, and + the consideration of whatever business is necessary. Compositions + by the members treating of scientific subjects are then read. + + Communications from scientific gentlemen are read by the + secretary, and at some meetings they are present and give a short + lecture. + + When this part of the exercises is disposed of, experiments are + then tried. The ink with which this letter is written was made by + the club. Is it not a good sample of our skill? + + We are happy to say that we consider HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE as our + official organ, and we thank it cordially for supporting us. + + If desired, we will occasionally send some experiments and + scientific notes from our meetings. We now send the following + simple and pretty experiment: + + Cut three leaves of red cabbage into small pieces, place them in a + basin, and pour a pint of boiling water over them. After allowing + them to stand an hour, pour off the liquid into a decanter. This + liquid will be of a bright reddish-purple color. Now take three + wine-glasses; into one put about six drops of strong vinegar; into + another, six drops of a solution of soda; and into the third, the + same quantity of a strong solution of alum. Then pour into each + glass a small quantity of the liquid from the decanter. The + contents of the glass containing vinegar will quickly assume a + beautiful brilliant red color; that containing soda will be a fine + green; and that containing alum a very dark, rich purple. + + CHARLES H. W., President of Y. C. C. + SENECA W. H., Secretary. + +We congratulate the members of the Young Chemists' Club upon their +perseverance and success. We shall always be glad to receive reports of +anything interesting which may occur at their meetings, and also +occasionally to print simple and safe experiments, which we doubt not +will be of interest to many of our young readers. The ink with which the +above communication was written is of a bright, clear purple color, and +appears of an excellent quality. + + * * * * * + + ST. JOSEPH, TENSAS PARISH, LOUISIANA. + + I have only been taking YOUNG PEOPLE for a few months, but I like + it so much I hope never to be without it. I want to write a letter + to the Post-office Box, but I can not write myself, for I am only + five years old; so somebody has to write it for me. + + I had two pretty gray kittens. You could not tell them apart. + Their names were Jack and Jill. But poor little Jill died. Jack + loves me so much! He goes to sleep with me every night, and the + first thing in the morning, when he comes into the room, he looks + all around for me, and if I am still in bed, he will jump up and + cuddle down near me. + + I have some pretty dolls I would like to write about, but I am + afraid if my letter is too long it will be thrown away. + + I have no brothers or sisters except in heaven, and I am very + lonely sometimes, and always so glad to see YOUNG PEOPLE. + + SADIE B. N. + + * * * * * + + POUGHKEEPSIE, NEW YORK. + + I am a little girl eleven years old. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. + I think the best story was "The Fair Persian," but I like them all + more than I can tell. + + I have ten dolls. The last one I got Christmas. Her name is Madame + Arabella. + + I am going to be an artist when I am old enough. + + ADDIE W. + + * * * * * + + BRATTLEBOROUGH, VERMONT. + + I like HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I study Harper's School + Geography. I am just learning how to skate. For Christmas I got a + chamber set and a tea set, a pretty book, two bags of candy, and a + bag of nuts. + + I am eight and a half years old. + + MARY W. W. + + * * * * * + + MARIETTA, OHIO. + + I am ten years old. I have a little sister named Julia, but when + she commenced to talk she called herself Jupi, and we all call her + so. Mamma says we ought to spell it _joujou_, which is the French + word for plaything. + + We like YOUNG PEOPLE so much we can hardly wait for it to come. + Papa has taken it for us ever since it was published. + + Jupi and I each have a pet kitty. One of them will scratch on the + door, just like a dog, until some one opens it. + + Jupi has a Paris doll. It is a baby doll, and it has a little + nursing bottle. You can fill the bottle with milk or water, put + the tube in the doll's mouth, and by pressing a button at the back + of its head, all the milk goes out of the bottle. Then press the + button again, and it all goes back. + + We have a toy bird which imitates a canary so you would think it + was a real one. + + CHARLEY R. H. + + * * * * * + + GREENVILLE, _December_ 28, 1880. + + DEAR MR. HARPER,--I'm in an awful situation that a boy by the name + of Bellew got me into. He is one of the boys that writes stories + and makes pictures for YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think you ought to know + what kind of a boy he is. A little while ago he had a story in the + YOUNG PEOPLE about imitation screw-heads, and how he used to make + them, and what fun he had pasting them on his aunt's bureau. I + thought it was a very nice story, and I got some tinfoil and made a + whole lot of screw-heads and last Saturday I thought I'd have some + fun with them. + +[Illustration] + + Father has a dreadfully ugly old chair in his study, that General + Washington brought over with him in the _Mayflower_, and Mr. + Travers says it is stiffer and uglier than any of the Pilgrim + fathers. But father thinks everything of that chair and never lets + anybody sit in it except the minister. I took a piece of soap, + just as that Bellew used to, and if his name is Billy why don't he + learn how to spell it that's what I'd like to know, and made what + looked like a tremendous crack in the chair. Then I pasted the + screw-heads on the chair, and it looked exactly as if somebody had + broken it and tried to mend it. + + I couldn't help laughing all day when I thought how astonished + father would be when he saw his chair all full of screws, and how + he would laugh when he found out it was all a joke. As soon as he + came home I asked him to please come into the study, and showed + him the chair and said "Father I can not tell a lie I did it but I + won't do it any more." + +[Illustration] + + Father looked as if he had seen some disgusting ghosts, and I was + really frightened, so I hurried up and said "It's all right + father, it's only a joke look here they all come off," and rubbed + off the screw-heads and the soap with my handkerchief, and + expected to see him burst out laughing, just as Bellew's aunt used + to burst, but instead of laughing he said "My son this trifling + with sacred things must be stopped," with which remark he took off + his slipper, and then-- But I haven't the heart to say what he + did. Mr. Travers has made some pictures about it which I send to + you, and perhaps you will understand what I have suffered. + + I think that boy Bellew ought to be punished for getting people + into scrapes. I'd just like to have him come out behind our barn + with me for a few minutes. That is, I would, only I never expect + to take any interest in anything any more. My heart is broken and + a new chocolate cigar that was in my pocket during the awful + scene. + + I've got an elegant wasps' nest with young wasps in it that will + hatch out in the spring, and I'll change it for a bull-terrier or + a shot-gun or a rattlesnake in a cage that rattles good with any + boy that will send me one. + + Ever affectionately + + Your son + JIMMY BROWN. + + (That's the way they taught me to end letters when I was in + boarding-school.) + + * * * * * + + MEADVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I have some little toy dogs and rabbits. I had the diphtheria, and + took such bitter medicine that old Santa Claus brought me a dolly. + I was six years old on New-Year's Day. I guess this letter is big + enough. + + MABEL A. + + * * * * * + + WATERBURY, CONNECTICUT. + + We are two sisters, and we would like to tell you about our pets. + We have a bird named Dicky, and we have two gold-fishes, a + pearl-fish, and a roach, which live in a large aquarium over a + fernery. We each have a cat. Our cats are almost exactly alike, and + are named Tabby-gray and Frolic. We took the names from YOUNG + PEOPLE. We have two horses named Bonner and Charlie. Bonner is five + years old, and Charlie is twenty-seven. Charlie is a remarkable + horse. Two years ago he was very sick. We thought he was dying, and + told a man to shoot him; but he said Charlie looked at him so + intelligently that he could not do it. After that, Charlie got + well, and we have taken many long, delightful drives with him, and + he has been driven in a span with Bonner twenty-seven miles in one + afternoon. We have had him sixteen years, and when papa was living, + Charlie, when the gong sounded for dinner, would back out of his + stall, and go to the office door to bring him home. Do you not + think we ought to love such a faithful old horse? We do love him, + and he has a nice home and kind treatment. + + HATTIE and NETTIE D. + + * * * * * + + LEESBURG, FLORIDA. + + I am a subscriber of this very interesting little paper, and get it + regularly every week. I don't know how I would do without it. You + can not imagine how anxious I am to go to town and get it the + moment I know it is in the post-office. + + I live in the land of flowers, and I like my home very much. + + EVA H. + + * * * * * + + IVANPAH, CALIFORNIA. + + I am the little girl whose letter was printed in YOUNG PEOPLE No. + 45, that was going to the mines. I am there now. I will try to tell + you all about my trip. We came two hundred and ten miles across the + Desert in the stage. We were over eight days on the road. We camped + out two nights, and made our beds on the ground. I gathered many + beautiful stones in the Desert. I saw a rattlesnake. + + I have been down in the mine eight hundred feet, and I am going + down a shaft which is nine hundred feet below the level. + + I have three pet cats here, and I have thirty hens, which I feed + twice every day. I have no brothers or sisters, but I amuse myself + by reading YOUNG PEOPLE, and by running over the rocks and + prospecting. + + FLORENCE R. + + * * * * * + + PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND. + + We have taken YOUNG PEOPLE ever since the first number, and we all + like it. I have two brothers and two sisters. Christmas my brother + had the book called _Old Times in the Colonies_ for a present. + There are the same stories in it that were in YOUNG PEOPLE, and a + great many more. One is about King Philip and the wars with the + settlers in Rhode Island. I have read many of the other stories, + and they are very interesting. I am twelve years old. + + LOUISE S. + + * * * * * + + TRENTON, NEW YORK. + + I am a little girl six years old. I have a papa and mamma, but no + little brother or sister. I have a doggie named Dick, and a kitty + named Flossy, and eleven dollies with a black nurse. I take + HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and can hardly wait for it to come. I wish + every little girl could have it. I am learning to read and write. + + ABBIE MAUD B. + + * * * * * + + BALTIMORE, MARYLAND. + + I go to school and Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to + practice, but I always find time to read my YOUNG PEOPLE. I went to + the country this summer, and had a splendid time. I went + boat-riding on the Shenandoah River. I am eleven years old. + + ELEANOR E. A. + + * * * * * + + DETROIT, MICHIGAN. + + I have a little dog. His name is Prince. He sleeps with me. He + weighs four and one-half pounds. + + I have been in bed a week with scarlet fever, and I enjoy YOUNG + PEOPLE so much! + + I have a nice stamp-book, but not many stamps yet. I will have + some to exchange soon. I am eight years old. + + JOHNNIE E. + + * * * * * + + FARMINGTON, NEW YORK. + + I am a boy ten years old. I go to school, and read in the Fourth + Reader, and study arithmetic and geography. I take YOUNG PEOPLE, + and hope I can have it always. + + I have a cat. His name is Dick. He will follow me over to + grandpa's, and stay with me until I come home. + + This is the first letter I ever wrote. + + SIDNEY J. C. + + * * * * * + + AROYA STATION, COLORADO. + + I take much pleasure in reading all the letters and stories. I hope + all the readers enjoy YOUNG PEOPLE as much as I do. + + Since my letter requesting exchange was published I have received + many pretty things. I wish to inform the correspondents that I + have no more specimens now, except enough to pay what I owe for + favors I have received. I would request the correspondents not to + send me anything more, as I could not make any return. + + CLARA F. R. SWIFT. + + * * * * * + + BARRANQUILLA, UNITED STATES OF COLOMBIA. + + A happy time it is for me when the steamer from New York for South + America arrives, and brings YOUNG PEOPLE. I pity the little + correspondent who wrote in the Post-office Box about four feet of + snow, for I believe it must be very cold there, although I have + never seen snow yet. Here even now we have many blooming plants in + our garden at Oasis, our beautiful country-seat, near Barranquilla. + + I am nine years old. I have my own horse, a deer, and a little + circus. + + We have all tropic plants, and I should like to exchange some + Southern, German, and French postage stamps, or dried flowers and + leaves from the tropic zone, for all kinds of minerals. Letters + and packages may be sent to my uncle in New York city, whose + address is at the end of my letter, and who will forward them to + me. He will also be kind enough to receive and forward my answers + to correspondents. + + If any young readers would like to know more of my country, I will + send another letter. + + JUDITH WOLFF, care of Mr. D. A. De Lima, + 68 William Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + PASSAIC BRIDGE, NEW JERSEY. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. Papa bought me the first volume + bound. I have two kitties; one is white, the other is black. We + call them Romeo and Juliet, because they are so loving; they always + go to sleep with their paws around each other's necks. + + WINNIE V. + + * * * * * + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. When I was in the White Mountains + this summer I went to a silver and lead mine, where I got a number + of specimens, which I should like to exchange for foreign postage + stamps. Or to any one sending me twenty-five foreign postage stamps + I will send forty-five foreign and United States postmarks. + + G. L. BRIGGS, + P. O. Box 560, Brookline, Mass. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are also desired by correspondents: + + Postage stamps for curiosities, Indian relics, or anything suitable + for a museum. + + SAMUEL CARPENTER, JUN., Oswego, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks and foreign postage stamps. + + FRANK K. LIPPITT, + Petaluma, Sonoma County, California. + + * * * * * + + Gray moss and postmarks for minerals (especially ores), fossils, + coins, or stamps. + + CHARLES P. MATTHEUS, P. O. Box 13, + Fort Covington, Franklin County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Twenty-five postage stamps, or ten postmarks and eight stamps, for + a box of ocean curiosities and a star-fish. + + R. LAMP, care of William Lamp, + Madison, Dane County, Wis. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM H.--The term "blizzard" is applied in Canada and the +Northwestern Territories of the United States to an extremely sharp +snow-storm, when the particles of snow are blown by the wind like fine +pieces of steel. One can hardly walk the distance of a city block in +such a storm without getting one's nose and ears frozen. + + * * * * * + +C. B. F.--Mrs. Elizabeth Goose, who lived in Boston before the +Revolution, is generally supposed to have been the first to sing, for +the amusement of her grandchildren, most of the nursery jingles that +have ever since been known as "Mother Goose's Melodies." The _Tales of +Mother Goose_, such as "Blue Beard," "Tom Thumb," "Cinderella," etc., +were the production of a celebrated French writer of the seventeenth +century, named Perrault. He composed these fairy tales to amuse a little +son. They were first published in Paris in 1697, under his son's name, +and have since been translated into nearly every language. + + * * * * * + +JOHN W.--It is said that a Mr. Beyer, an eminent linen-draper of London, +underwent in his youth the comical adventures which Cowper has described +in his ballad of "John Gilpin." It appears from Southey's life of the +poet that his friend Lady Austin once repeated to him a story told to +her in her childhood of an unfortunate pleasure party of this +linen-draper, ending in his being carried past his point both in going +and returning, and finally being brought home by his horse without +having met his family at Edmonton. Cowper is said to have been extremely +amused by the story, and to have composed his famous ballad while lying +awake one night suffering from headache. + + * * * * * + +WILLIAM D.--_Old Times in the Colonies_ is ended. You will find a notice +of the book in No. 56 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + * * * * * + +E. H.--You will find very good directions for painting magic-lantern +slides in a letter from Harry J. in the Post-office Box of YOUNG PEOPLE +No. 62. + + * * * * * + +HARRY W.--Directions for catching and preserving insects were given in +the Post-office Box of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 27, and in the same +department of No. 34 is a description of a cheap and simple case for +mounting butterflies and other specimens. + + * * * * * + +A. RUSSELL.--See answer to S. H. M. in the Post-office Box of HARPER'S +YOUNG PEOPLE No. 22. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Abel Caldwell, Harry, Maud E. Chase, L. M. +Weter, Blanche Dougan, Isabel W. Harris, Ellen and Edna B., Pert Gates, +J. A. Tannahill, C. S. G., J. W., James A. Harris, Edward McNally, +Florence Stidham, Mabel Going, Josie Belle B., Bessie Guyton, Helen S., +C. H. Mathias, Florence F. S., W. B. Wyman. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Belle Bloom, Arthur D. +Prince, M. W. and E. W., Bessie R. Howell, Walter P. Hiles, A. D. +Hopper, A. Russell, Nellie V. Brainard, Annie W. Booth, Richard O. +Chester, John N. Howe, Mary E. DeWitt, Fanny Squire. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +CONNECTED DIAMONDS. + +1. In play-time. A small barrel. A coin. An animal. In play-time. 2. In +trouble. A minute part. Kingly. A label. In trouble. Centrals +connected--An aromatic plant. + + BOLUS. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +WORD SQUARES. + +1. First, to babble. Second, to mature. Third, separately. Fourth, neat. +Fifth, to register. + + CAL I. FORNY. + +2. First, custom. Second, a dwelling. Third, a certain variety of an +important article of commerce. Fourth, mental. Fifth, water-fowls. + + LONE STAR. + +3. First, elevated. Second, inactive. Third, joy. Fourth, to mind. + + WILLIE F. W. + +4. First, one of the signs in the zodiac. Second, a dress of dignity. +Third, a boy's name. Fourth, to encircle. + + LAURA. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +CHARADE. + +My first is a cooking utensil. My second is a species of tree. My whole +is used in making soap. + + WILLIE L. K. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +ENIGMA. + + In kennel, not in dog. + In pen, not in hog. + In new, not in old. + In hot, not in cold. + In sound, not in noise. + In candy, not in toys. + In beak, not in bill. + In monkey, not in drill. + My whole is the dark "and bloody ground" + By the names of a huntsman and statesman renowned. + + HALLA. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 61. + +No. 1. + +Chicago. + +No. 2. + + K I D D E R M I N S T E R + S W I T Z E R L A N D + M A L A D E T T A + Y E N I S E I + A L T A I + L E E + R + U R E + A D A M S + T A U N T O N + M A C K E N Z I E + B R A H M A P U T R A + S A N B E R N A R D I N O + +No. 3. + +Moscow. + +No. 4. + + B A L E M A L T + A P E S A R E A + L E A P L E A R + E S P Y T A R T + + C A M P I M A G E + A R A L M O L A R + M A T E A L U T A + P L E A G A T E S + E R A S E + + * * * * * + +Charade on page 144--Sea-mew. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +[Illustration: WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?] + + + + +A curious story is told of the way in which Admiral By-the-sea, V.C., +C.B.--a very distinguished English naval officer, who has lately +retired, after many years of service, from his profession--first came by +his name. It is said that when an infant he was picked up by the sailors +of a man-of-war in the open sea. They found a bale of goods floating in +the water, and lashed to it was the body of a lady with a child in her +arms. The mother was dead, but the boy still lived. No clew was found by +which the relations of this little waif of the sea could be discovered; +and so, after the officers had made some vain attempts to communicate +with them by means of advertisements, they determined to adopt the boy, +and not knowing his real name, they christened him "By-the-sea." He was +sent to a naval school, and when old enough, went to sea again, and was +fortunate enough to join the same ship by the crew of which he had been +rescued years before. Soon he showed himself a clever and active sailor, +ready for anything, and doing whatever he did well; and when the Crimean +war came, he displayed such gallantry in assisting his wounded comrades +that he gained the Victoria Cross, and was made a Companion of the Bath. +After this, promotion came quickly; his services were, later on, +transferred to India, where for many years he filled the responsible +post of Consulting Naval Officer to the government; and now he retires +with the full rank of Admiral. The men who rescued the poor child from +the sea, so many years ago, little knew what an honorable and useful +life they were preserving by this act for the service of their country. + + + + +CHARADE. + + + Although in sable plumes my first + Displays himself on high, + His reputation is the worst, + His tastes are low, his race is curst-- + We're glad to see him die. + + My next is in the water found, + Or in the cozy inn, + Where talk and drink go freely round, + Or in the court maintains its ground, + Or keeps the thief from sin. + + My whole is placed in humble hands, + And when with skill applied, + Will bring to light the golden sands. + 'Tis known and used in many lands; + It seeks what others hide. + + + + +=Killed by Fright=.--Many an illness is caused simply by imagination, and +those of us who go about our work with calmness and confidence are much +more likely to escape disease than others who are filled with +apprehension should infection come within a hundred miles of them. In +connection with this, the Arabs tell the following story: One day a +traveller met the Plague going into Cairo, and accosted it thus, "For +what purpose are you entering Cairo?" + +"To kill three thousand people," rejoined the Plague. + +Some time after, the same traveller met the Plague on its return, and +said, "But you killed thirty thousand!" + +"Nay," answered the Plague, "I killed but three thousand; the rest died +of fright." + + + + +SLEIGH-BELLS. + + + "Sleigh-bells, sleigh-bells, + What are you saying?" + "Merriest thing in all the world + 'Tis to go a-sleighing: + Laughter ringing, + Shouting, singing, + Bells a-jingling, + Noses tingling, + Horses prancing, + Hearts a-dancing, + Sky all brightness, + Earth all whiteness; + Diamonds in the icicles, + Sunbeams round them playing: + Merriest thing in all the world + 'Tis to go a-sleighing!" + + + + +[Illustration: "TUM, HORSIE."] + +[Illustration: "DET UP, HORSIE!"] + +[Illustration: "WHOA! 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