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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Youth, Volume 1, Number 5, July 1902 - An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys & Girls - -Author: H. L. Coggins - -Release Date: April 01, 2021 [eBook #64979] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: hekula03, Mike Stember and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This book was - produced from images made available by the HathiTrust Digital - Library.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUTH, VOLUME 1, NUMBER 5, JULY -1902 *** - - - - -[Illustration] - - YOUTH - - VOLUME 1 NUMBER 5 - 1902 - JULY - -An ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY JOURNAL for BOYS & GIRLS - -The Penn Publishing Company Philadelphia - - - - - CONTENTS FOR JULY - - FRONTISPIECE (Independence Hall) PAGE - - THE DOUBLE PERIL George H. Coomer 157 - - LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS (Serial) Elizabeth Lincoln Gould 161 - - THE FENCE MAN Mrs. F. M. Howard 166 - - WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE (Serial) W. Bert Foster 170 - Illustrated by F. A. Carter - - MIDSUMMER DAYS Julia McNair Wright 179 - Illustrated by Nina G. Barlow - - A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST (Serial) Evelyn Raymond 181 - - FOURTH OF JULY W. F. Fox 187 - - WOOD-FOLK TALK J. Allison Atwood 188 - - WITH THE EDITOR 190 - - EVENT AND COMMENT 191 - - OUT OF DOORS 192 - - IN-DOORS (Parlor Magic, Paper V) Ellis Stanyon 193 - - THE OLD TRUNK (Puzzles) 195 - - WITH THE PUBLISHER 196 - - * * * * * - -YOUTH - - _An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls_ - - SINGLE COPIES 10 CENTS ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION $1.00 - - Sent postpaid to any address - Subscriptions can begin at any time and must be paid in advance - Remittances may be made in the way most convenient to the sender, - and should be sent to - - The Penn Publishing Company - 923 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa. - Copyright 1902 by The Penn Publishing Company. - - -[Illustration: INDEPENDENCE HALL] - - - - -YOUTH - -VOL. I JULY 1902 No. 5 - - - - - THE DOUBLE PERIL - By George H. Coomer - - -“Nonsense,” said Uncle Hayward; “how people do like to be scared! If a -real Bengal tiger had made his escape anywhere within twenty miles of -here, the whole country would have been up in arms before this time. -I’ve no faith in the story.” - -“Well, they are not quite sure of it,” replied the neighbor who had -given the information, “but they think so. The steamer was sunk and -some of the animals were drowned, but it is believed that the big tiger -escaped in the darkness and got ashore.” - -“What sort of a show was it?” inquired uncle; “a large menagerie?” - -“No, I believe not,” was the answer; “only a few animals that some -company had hired for the season--a tiger, a jaguar, a pair of -leopards, and a few monkeys--that’s what they tell me. The steamer had -a heavy cargo, and went down very suddenly.” - -“And they think the tiger made for the woods, eh?” said uncle. “When -did it happen, do you say?” - -“Night before last--about five miles down the river. ’Twas a small -steamer going up to Macon. There was no one lost, I hear.” - -“Well,” remarked uncle, “a Bengal tiger would be an interesting -neighbor, that’s certain; and I don’t believe he would be long in -making his presence known. However, such stories generally require a -good deal of allowance. As likely as not, there was no tiger aboard of -the steamer, after all.” - -“Oh, I reckon there was,” said the neighbor; “but then, of course, we -can’t tell; people like excitement, and when such a rumor gets started -it grows very fast.” - -“Yes, that’s true; we shall have a whole menagerie ashore here before -night. When I was a boy, in Maine, there was a story that a lion and an -elephant had made their escape from somebody’s show and taken to the -woods. And, dear me! it spread like the scarlet fever! The children ran -all the way to school and all the way back; and the big girls actually -cried in the entry, they were so frightened. Some of the mischievous -boys would make ‘elephant tracks’ in the road, and this added to -the panic. But we never could hear of any showman who had lost such -animals, and all on a sudden the thing came to nothing. I guess the -tiger story will end in the same way.” - -“Why, father,” said Cousin Harold, the fourteen-year-old boy of the -family, “I don’t see why it isn’t likely enough to be true. I almost -hope there is something in it, though I shouldn’t want him to be -killing people’s cattle and things. Just think of it--a big Bengal -tiger, and right here in Georgia, too! How I should like to have a -chance at him with my gun!” - -“Why, Harold,” said his mother, “how you talk. If I believed such a -creature to be anywhere in the neighborhood, I’d shut you up in the -smoke-house rather that let you go into the woods.” - -“What, and make bacon of a poor fellow?” replied the young lad, gayly. - -Uncle Hayward and his family were New England people, who had settled -in Georgia near the Ocmulgee River, where I was now paying them a -really delightful visit. Harold and myself, being very fond of hunting, -spent much time together in pursuit of the various kinds of game to be -found in the region. Many an old “mammy” and many an “Uncle Remus” was -made the happier by the gift of some fat ’coon or juicy ’possum which -we brought down from the tall timber. - -Inspired as we were with all the enthusiasm of young sportsmen, the -thought of an escaped tiger had a pleasing excitement for us. We -were, therefore, a little disappointed when another of our neighbors, -stopping for a few minutes as he passed the house, made very light of -the rumor, saying it was only a foolish story to frighten people. - -“A tiger would soon make ugly work among the cattle,” he remarked, “and -it would be no joking matter to have one about the neighborhood.” - -“That’s true,” replied Uncle Hayward. “I don’t know, though,” he added, -“but I’d risk my big Jersey with him. I’m thinking ’twould be about -‘which and t’other’ between the two, as the saying is.” - -Harold and I could subscribe to this opinion very heartily, for it was -not more than a week since that dangerous old Jersey had chased us out -of his pasture, bellowing at our heels as we ran. Nevertheless, he was -a noble fellow to look upon--just as handsome as a horned creature -could be. What a thick, strong neck he had, what a broad, curled front, -and what shapely flanks! Most of the time he spent browsing in the -large pasture some little distance from the house, and it required a -good measure of courage upon the part of the trespasser to cross this -area. - -No wonder, then, that Harold and myself made a wide detour, when, half -an hour later, armed with our shotguns, we set out for the woods beyond -the Jersey’s domain. But it is needless to say that our minds were more -taken up with the thought of the tiger than with the fear of our former -enemy. It was just possible that a great, stealthy, tawny shape might -be prowling through the very timber in which we were; and I will not -deny that it required little in the way of sight or sound to set our -hearts beating faster than usual on that day. - -After killing a wild-cat, a raccoon, and a number of large fox -squirrels, we turned our steps homeward, not at all sorry to have -made no startling discovery in confirmation of the rumor which had so -interested us in the morning. The truth was, that the deeper we were in -the woods the less pleasure we found in calling up the image of that -escaped tiger! - -We were just nearing the Hayward plantation, Harold with the wild-cat -slung over his shoulder and I with the ’coon upon mine, when on a -sudden our attention was arrested by a strange, long-drawn noise, like -the cry of some large animal. It resembled the call of a great cat, but -was deeper and more thrilling than any cat-note that we had ever heard. - -I need not say that it startled us; and when, in a few moments, it was -repeated, with the addition of a sort of scream, we looked at each -other with blanched faces: when, clutching our guns more firmly, we -started into a run. I think we had never realized till then that two -boys of fourteen, armed only with light shotguns, could be no match for -a royal tiger, just escaped from his cage and hungry for prey. - -Pray, dear reader, do not condemn us hastily, for you would have run, -too. - -Our course took us directly across the pasture where the big Jersey had -his range. He was lying down for the time, and we almost stumbled over -him. Springing up and lowering his sharp horns, he took after us with a -kind of yelling roar that bespoke anything but a friendly intention. - -We dropped our game and bounded on like a couple of young greyhounds: -but we were far out from the nearest fence, and saw that he must soon -overtake us with his mad, thundering rush. Right ahead of us stood a -scrub oak, with branches near the ground, and into this we sprang just -in time to avoid those terrible horns which would have tossed us like -wisps of straw. - -He was so close upon us that it was impossible to secure our guns, -and we dropped them at the foot of the tree, where they fell rattling -between two small rocks, which fortunately protected them from his -trampling hoofs. - -Then he besieged us in true form, walking all about our fortress, with -a hoarse, frightful bellowing that sometimes grew to a shriek, and -tearing up the earth with his horns till his whole body was coated with -turf. - -“Well,” said Harold, “we are safe enough in this tree, but who wants to -be kept here all night? He is so apt to roar that, even if father or -any of the work folks should hear him, they might not come to see what -the matter was. Besides, it’s a long distance to the house, and the -hill yonder is right in the way.” - -So we remained watching our savage jailer, quite forgetting for the -moment the sounds we had just heard from the woods. How long would the -old fellow continue to bellow and fling up the dirt? I was asking some -such question when my cousin uttered a quick exclamation. - -“Oh, see! look yonder!” he cried; “there’s the tiger now!” - -I looked where he pointed, and my heart gave a thump that was almost -suffocating. - -There, creeping close to the ground, was a powerful yellow shape, -marked with jet-black stripes. The ears were flattened, and the long -tail, reaching straight out on a level with the body, had a wavy motion -that I distinctly remember to this hour. Warily, silently, and just -upon the point of making a spring for his victim, the fearful creature -was stealing upon the unsuspicious bull. - -Though half paralyzed by the scene, we still retained some presence of -mind. Perhaps a shout might delay the attack, and we gave one with all -the power of our throats. - -The monster seemed to hesitate, raising his head a little, as he -crouched in his tracks, and at that moment the old Jersey discovered -him. - -In an instant a change came over the scene. Tossing his head in a kind -of fierce surprise, the horned brute faced his foe; then, dropping his -sharp bayonets to a lower level, he plunged toward the intruder. - -Evidently the tiger was unprepared for this, but with remarkable -quickness he seemed to take in the situation. Without an instant’s -hesitation, he bounded over to a large boulder which lay near by, and -with the greatest agility leaped lightly to its top, where he stood -regarding the Jersey with wide-open jaws. - -“Now’s the time,” said Harold, excitedly; “we must hurry and get our -guns.” And down we went hustling through the thick limbs of the oak. - -It was our first impulse to fire at the tiger from the ground where we -stood, but, as the bull kept directly in the way, it was evident that -this would not answer; and, besides, our very terror restrained us; it -might be easier to fire than to kill. - -Getting back into the tree with our guns, both of which contained heavy -charges of buckshot, we quickly posted ourselves so as to improve the -first opening for a fair aim. The tiger still crouched upon his rock -of refuge, roaring close in the face of his enemy, yet hesitating to -spring upon him; while the strong-necked old Jersey shook his curly -head and fairly screamed at the yellow brute he was not quite able to -reach. - -A bull’s voice in a rage is a strange mixture of frightful sounds, even -more so than a tiger’s. - -We had our guns leveled, watching our opportunity. Presently the -striped terror sprang up from his crouching posture, raising himself -threateningly upon his hind feet, with his tawny breast fully exposed. -Since then I have often seen an angry tiger rear himself in the same -way against the bars of his cage. There could not have been a fairer -mark for us, and both our guns spoke at once with a “bang!” - -Through the smoke we saw the great brute tip fairly over and fall upon -his back. Then, convulsively, he bounded straight up from the rock two -or three times, and at last, plunging forward, landed directly upon the -bull’s horns. - -[Illustration: HIS HORNS PIERCED THE TAWNY SIDE] - -The next moment, heavy as he was, he was hurled ten feet in the air, -and when he fell it was only to be tossed again. A dozen or twenty -times he was thus thrown aloft, although after the first minute he was -evidently as dead as he ever could be. - -After this the old Jersey appeared to enjoy much in pitching him along -the ground to a considerable distance, following up the body as it -fell, and sending it on before him as if it had weighed no more than a -dead cat. - -We were glad to witness this performance, as it occupied the old -fellow’s whole attention, and so gave us an opportunity to slip away -unnoticed, which we very quickly did. - -No grass grew under our feet as we ran over the high ground between us -and the house, which, as the plantation was quite large, was nearly a -mile distant. - -With scarcely breath enough to relate our story, we told it, to -the astonishment of Harold’s parents, whose thankfulness for our -escape, when they had learned how narrow that escape had been, was -inexpressible. - -It required a considerable force of men and boys to recover the body -of the slain tiger in face of the bull’s threatening demonstrations; -but it was nevertheless secured and brought home. It was then found, -upon examination, that our charges of buckshot had undoubtedly done the -business for the fierce brute, so that he must have been nearly dead -when caught upon those stout horns. - -“A tiger in the State of Georgia,” said Uncle Hayward; “a true Bengal -tiger! Well, I must own that I was wrong; I thought this morning it was -only a silly story. Boys, you and the bull have done a great thing for -the community!” - -“But, oh, the peril!” said Harold’s mother: “suppose we had known it at -the moment! It was a double danger.” - -“Yes, mother,” replied Harold; “it was double, but it was that very -thing which saved us. If we hadn’t waked up the Jersey, the tiger would -have had us very soon.” - - - - - LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS - By ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD - - CHAPTER XIII - POLLY AND THE MINISTER - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. - - Polly Prentiss is an orphan who, for the greater part of her life, has - lived with a distant relative, Mrs. Manser, the mistress of Manser - Farm. Miss Hetty Pomeroy, a maiden lady of middle age, has, ever since - the death of her favorite niece, been on the lookout for a little - girl whom she might adopt. She is attracted by Polly’s appearance and - quaint manners, and finally decides to take her home and keep her for - a month’s trial. In the foregoing chapters, Polly has arrived at her - new home, and the great difference between the way of living at Pomeroy - Oaks and her past life affords her much food for wonderment. - -Sunday was usually a hard day for Polly. In the first place there were -good clothes to be put on and taken care of, and then there was sitting -still in church! Sitting still was the most difficult thing in the -world for Polly. - -“In the Manser pew I could wriggle, because it was ’way back and nobody -downstairs saw me, but I guess I’ve got to behave just like grown folks -to-day,” said Polly, anxiously, as she put on the brown cashmere frock -Sunday morning. “But if I listen to the minister most of the time, and -think about Eleanor when I get tired listening, perhaps I can do it.” - -It was not so hard after all, for the minister had a pleasant, boyish -face, and he used simple language, which Polly could understand. -Besides that, his sermon was short--the shortest one Polly had ever -heard; she wondered if by any chance the minister could know about -those yellow cakes he was to have for dessert, and felt in a hurry to -taste them. Miss Pomeroy had seen him the day before. - -“He looks as if he liked to eat good things,” thought Polly, as the -minister read the closing hymn, “and Miss Pomeroy may have told him -there was citron in them. His cheeks are as red as mine were--redder -than mine are to-day.” - -This was comforting, and, moreover, it was true. Polly had been out of -doors very little for the last week, and, besides that, although she -was not unhappy, the thought of Eleanor was continually before her, -and the fear of falling below an unknown standard made her anxious and -troubled many times in the day. So the roses in Polly’s cheeks did not -bloom as brightly as they had at Manser Farm, and the little girl was -greatly encouraged. - -During the service she could not turn around to see her old friends -up in the dimly lighted gallery, and when the benediction had been -pronounced Miss Pomeroy said she and Polly would sit quietly in the pew -until the minister came out. The little girl looked disturbed, and Miss -Pomeroy laid her hand on Polly’s with a smile. - -“You needn’t be afraid of the minister, my dear,” she said, kindly, “he -likes children, and has two little sisters at home.” - -Polly smiled faintly in return. When the minister came, and they had -all walked slowly down the aisle together, there was no sign of the -Manser wagon, but Polly was sure she could hear it way up the road; it -had a peculiar rattle, not to be mistaken for any other. The little -girl had a sober face as she climbed up into the seat beside Hiram, -with the minister’s help. - -“I’m grateful I’ve got you instead of the preacher,” said Hiram, facing -straight ahead, as soon as Miss Pomeroy and the minister were fairly -launched in conversation. “I’ve always been to church, and I’m a -member, but I’m scared of speaking to ’em; it don’t make any difference -whether they’re young or old. What’s the matter, honey? Don’t you tell -me without you’re a mind to.” - -“I thought perhaps I’d see the Manser Farm folks,” said Polly. “I -thought maybe Uncle Blodgett would want to wait, and Aunty Peebles. I -don’t know as Mrs. Ramsdell came if her rheumatism was bad.” - -“She was there,” said Hiram, quietly, “I know ’em all by sight, and -once in awhile I have a little talk with Mr. Manser when we’re taking -the horses out of the sheds. But to-day Mrs. Manser hurried him up, and -hustled the three old folks into the wagon as if something was after -her. I shouldn’t have dared to offer Mis’ Ramsdell anything unless -I’d wanted it bit in halves, when she got in,” said Hiram, with a low -chuckle. “She spoke her mind good and free, too: I don’t recall ever -hearing any one speak freer. She was all for waiting to see you.” - -“Then I think Mrs. Manser was real mean,” said Polly, with flushed -cheeks. “I don’t suppose she meant to be, but I think she was!” - -Hiram reached out his big brown hand and gave Polly’s fingers a -sympathetic squeeze. - -“I expect we are about as naughty as we can be, both of us,” he said, -softly, “but I take real comfort in it once in a while. That Manser -woman’s no favorite of mine, nor ever was. I can’t abide her.” - -“She took care of me for seven years,” said Polly, with a spasm of -loyalty, forgetting how little of the care had really come on Mrs. -Manser’s shoulders, “and I do try to love her.” - -“Love don’t always come by trying,” said Hiram, tranquilly, “but I -suppose it’s no harm to give it a fair chance. And as for those old -folks of yours, you shall see ’em next Sunday, if I have to tole Mr. -Manser down behind the sheds and keep him there.” - -Then Hiram puckered his lips and softly whistled “Duke Street” all the -rest of the way to Pomeroy Oaks, while Polly sat beside him, much -cheered and comforted. - -Dinner was an exciting meal to the little girl. It was the first time, -as she told Arctura afterward, that Polly had even seen a minister -eat. This minister not only ate with great heartiness, but he talked a -good deal and frequently smiled across the table at her, and he had a -jolly laugh. Polly was glad of that for more than one reason. Arctura -had covered the scratch on her nose with a long, broad strip of black -court-plaster, and this decoration made her naturally prominent feature -more noticeable than ever. She carried her head very high, and bore -the dishes in and out with a stately tread, but her eyes twinkled so -when she looked at Polly that the little girl had much ado to keep a -straight face. - -When the dessert came, Polly held her breath while the minister ate -his first mouthful of a yellow cake; he had chosen it instead of one -of Arctura’s “snowflakes.” Miss Pomeroy had tasted one the day before -and pronounced it delicious. The minister ate every crumb, and when the -plate was passed to him a second time, he laughed boyishly. - -“These are almost too good,” he said. “I should like to compliment the -cook.” - -Miss Pomeroy smiled at Polly. - -“My little guest made them,” said she. - -“Dear me,” said the minister, heartily. “I shall have to tell my -sisters about this when I go home. One of them must be just about -Mary’s age; she is eight years old.” - -“Oh, but I’m going on eleven,” said Polly, eagerly, “only I’m small for -my age, sir.” - -“Indeed, that’s very surprising,” and the minister smiled most -cordially at the little cook. Polly was perfectly delighted when Miss -Pomeroy suggested that instead of a nap she might take a walk with the -minister and show him the grounds. Miss Pomeroy was to drive him back -to Deacon Talcott’s house late in the afternoon. - -“I will take my nap as usual, Mary, if you think you can look after Mr. -Endicott,” she had said, and the minister and Polly exchanged a glance -of much confidence and friendliness. - -They walked about, hand in hand, and there was no doubt that Polly -entertained the minister. - -“Miss Pomeroy tells me she hopes you will stay with her for always,” -the minister said, as they stood together looking down at the brook in -a place where it tinkled over some stones. Polly gave a little cry of -delight and squeezed the minister’s hand. - -“Oh, did she say it that way?” she asked, earnestly. - -“Why, yes,” said the young man, smiling down at her, “didn’t you know -it?” - -“She’s a beautiful, kind lady,” said Polly, shaking her brown curls -till they danced, “and I do truly love her, but she’s so tall and quiet -I shouldn’t like to ask her questions all the time, and I have to ask -her a good many--about my clothes and ever so many other things. Now -if it was you, I shouldn’t be a bit afraid, because your eyes look so -young and happy,” said the little girl, frankly. “Miss Pomeroy has sad -eyes, and I’m always afraid I’ll make them sadder. Don’t you see?” - -“I think I do,” said the minister, gently, “but I am sure you will help -Miss Pomeroy’s eyes, and not hurt them, by talking freely to her.” - -“Yes, sir,” said Polly, doubtfully. “Do your little sisters like to -read, Mr. Endicott? I am reading a book called ‘Seesame and Lilies,’ by -Mr. Ruskin.” - -“Phew!” said the minister. “That’s a fine book, Mary, but I should say -it was a little old for you. Who chose it--Miss Pomeroy?” - -“No, sir, I chose it myself,” said Polly, proudly, “off the shelf where -all the little books are, under the window. Miss Pomeroy said I could -choose.” - -“When we go in the house,” said the minister, as they started on -together, swinging hands, “I’ll show you a book to read; I saw it on -one of the shelves. It’s a big book, but the stories are short. If I -were in your place, Mary, I’d read one of them to-morrow. My little -sisters love them all.” - -So it came about that when Miss Pomeroy and the minister drove away -they left on the piazza a little girl whose heart was almost gay, for -the book the minister had chosen, and which Miss Pomeroy had told Polly -she might keep in her own room, was full of delightful pictures, and -on the cover was printed in gold letters. “Wonder Stories, by Hans -Christian Andersen.” - -“And mind you try to remember them just as you do the sermon on -Sunday,” the minister had said, as he parted from Polly, “for they -are sure to give you happy thoughts.” And Polly, running to Arctura, -who was seated on the south porch in a chair that rocked with a loud -squeak, cried joyfully: - -“Oh, Miss Arctura, the minister has chosen a book for me, one that his -sisters love! And I’m not going to read another word in ‘Seesame and -Lilies’ till I’m most grown up! For Miss Pomeroy said ’twas a wise -thought and an inper--impterposition of Providence!” - - - CHAPTER XIV - IN THE WOODS - -Polly’s worry about being satisfactory to Miss Pomeroy had departed -with the minister’s words, down by the brook, but as she lay in bed -the next morning, listening to the birds out in a big elm tree, the -branches of which came near one of her windows, she had some sober -thoughts. - -“The reason Miss Pomeroy is going to adopt me,” said Polly, to herself, -“is because she thinks I’m like Eleanor. I’m not like her, inside, -of course, but I’m trying to be. Now, don’t you be a selfish girl, -Polly Prentiss. You’ve got a beautiful home with a lovely, kind lady, -that does things for you all the time, and Miss Arctura and Mr. Hiram -besides, just as good as they can be, and the kittens to play with, -and Daisy out in her stall, and you can go off into the woods this -afternoon, and take the book that the minister’s sisters love, and -perhaps they’ll let you go again some other day. - -“And all you’ve got to do,” said Polly, severely, to herself, “is to -stop wanting to run outdoors morning, noon, and night, and wanting to -play with a doll, and wishing somebody’d call you Polly, and not mind -having to eat so much, or lying down on this bed that gets so hot in -the afternoon, and stop being lonesome for the folks at Manser Farm, -and learn how to mend your clothes. I guess that’s about all, and it -isn’t much for a girl that’s going on eleven.” - -Polly had a delightful time that afternoon. Arctura had taken in the -snow-white clothes from the line, and informed the little girl that she -had no intention of ironing that day, and would make an excursion into -the woods with her. - -“I’ve got a crick in my back,” Miss Green announced, when Polly -descended from her hour on the bed, “and what I need is to get right -down close to nature. I’ll take my old gray shawl and pick me out a -good place to sit in the sun, and I’ll knit on Hiram’s socks while you -run around and see what you can see. Perhaps you can get up a bouquet -to fetch home to Miss Hetty, who knows? And when you feel so minded you -can sit on the shawl alongside of me, and read me out a story, maybe. -It’s a pity Miss Hetty can’t be with us, but she’s no hand to walk; she -hasn’t been overly strong for ten years back, though she can do all -that’s required.” - -Polly felt disloyal to Miss Pomeroy, because it was a relief to know -Arctura would be her only companion. Her little heart was full of -affectionate gratitude, but the tall mistress of the house inspired -a good deal of awe as well, while with Arctura Polly had a sense of -comradeship, in spite of the difference in years, and was not afraid to -chatter like a magpie. - -By three o’clock the pair were deep in the woods, and Arctura was -enthroned on her gray shawl, spread on a rock that stood like a table -in an open space between giant pines. She had four knitting-needles -and a ball of flaming red yarn in her hands, and looked the picture of -contentment. - -“Now,” she said, drawing out a big silver watch from the front of her -gown, and placing it beside her on the shawl, “it’s only a few minutes -past three. You lay your book down here and don’t let me see you again -for an hour, or as near that as you can judge by your feelings. Don’t -stray so far you can’t get back. I’ll holler once in awhile so’s to -keep track of you, but you caper round and see what you find.” - -Polly trotted off obediently, and found all sorts of treasures. If she -had not been obliged to respond to Arctura’s loud “Ma-a-a-ry!” three or -four times, it would have seemed to the little girl that she was all -alone in a new world, for the pine grove was unlike the woods through -which Polly had wandered in that far-away time when she lived at Manser -Farm. Those were birches and scrubby oaks, with an occasional hemlock, -and you had to look out for slippery tree-roots, and scratching -underbrush, and boggy places. But this wood had a soft brown carpet -of needles, and a border of beautiful ferns, and here and there were -little cones, and clumps of stems that had belonged to “Dutchman’s -pipes.” - -In a little while there would be “wake-robins” and “Solomon’s seal,” -and many other wild wood flowers. Polly saw the first signs of a -venturesome “lady’s slipper.” She gathered long trails of Princess pine -and looped them around her waist, and she picked some of the prettiest -ferns to take home to Miss Pomeroy. There were several cleared places, -like the one which held Arctura’s throne. Polly named one the library -and another the parlor, and in still another there were some stones -which made her think of pillows. - -“So I shall name that the bedroom,” she said to Arctura when the call -“Ti-i-i-mes up!” had brought her running back, “and this I think we’d -better call the dining room, don’t you?” - -“Seems a sensible name to me,” said Miss Green, approvingly. “Now -suppose you read me out a story. I just looked into your book while you -were off, and here’s one that my eye lit on; suppose we have that.” - -The story was “The Ugly Duckling,” and the words were so easy that -Polly read on and on, scarcely ever having to stop for Arctura’s help. -When she had finished it, she drew a long breath and shut the book. - -“Isn’t it a beautiful, interesting story, Miss Arctura?” she asked, -eagerly, and her friend nodded with great vigor before she spoke. - -“It’s what I call fair,” said Arctura, with decision, “and that’s what -I like in real life or in a story. And that’s why I expect that the -poor folks that get hurt and slammed around and put upon in this world -are going to have crowns of gold and harps of silver and songs of -everlasting praise and joy in the next one; or whatever those things -stand for, to ’em. We’ll have another of those stories next time we -come out a pleasuring together, won’t we?” - -Polly assented with joy, and all through the talk that followed, while -she told of her morning’s trip to the village, those delightful words -“next time” rang out their lovely promise in Polly’s happy ears. - -She and Arctura walked home arm in arm, although that meant that Polly -had to stretch up, and Miss Green to reach down, but the path was broad -enough for two, and they sang “Marching Through Georgia,” and stepped -gayly along to the brisk measures. - -“Slow walking, except for those that have infirmities and are obliged,” -said Arctura, “is a trial of the flesh and spirit, or it might be, if -it ain’t,” and little Polly, with more color in her cheeks than had -been there for days, looked joyfully up at her. - -“Oh, Miss Arctura,” she said, fervently, “you do have such splendid -ideas!” - -“Don’t try to flatter an old lady of fifty-four, child,” said Miss -Green, shaking her ball of yarn at Polly with pretended severity. -“You turn your mind on those clouds; see how the wind’s backing round -through the north? I can smell the east,” and she sniffed with her nose -well in the air. “We’re in for rain to-morrow, I do believe. It’ll be -just the day for you to write that letter you’re going to send with -the candy, and there’s a number of matters you can help me about, and -if you’ve got any mending to do maybe we’ll find time to sit down -together, and I’ll relate that story about the Square and me.” - -“Yes, indeed,” said Polly, as they marched up the driveway, “and I’ve -got to practice with Mr. Hiram, you know. I expect it will be a grand -day!” - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - * * * * * - - Think not of far-off duties, - But of duties which are near; - And, having once begun to work, - Resolve to persevere. - - --Anonymous. - - - - - The Fence Man - By Mrs. F. M. Howard - - -“Mamma, what is the great, high fence for?” asked a childish voice. “Is -the man afraid we’s will go into his yard?” - -“I do not know, dear. It was there before we came.” - -“Maybe he thinks we’ll steal his cherries.” Horace straightened -himself, scornfully. - -“Huh, I guess we can buy our cherries if we want any,” said Rodney, -with flashing eyes. - -“Perhaps other boys have not thought so,” interposed the mother’s -gentle voice; “and since the fence was there before we came, and so -cannot have any possible reference to us, we will not harbor ill will -against our neighbor because of it.” - -“Young-ones,” muttered a surly voice on the other side of the high -board fence. “Just my luck to have a pack of young-ones unloaded on me. -Just one degree worse than the widder’s long tongue, I’ll venture. I’m -glad the fence is good and high, and I’ll put a row of pickets on top -of it if they go to climbing.” - -Old Mr. Harding dropped down on a garden seat, wiping the moisture from -his heated brow with a warlike bandana. He had been putting out late -tomato plants, and his back ached; possibly his heart ached, too, for -he was old and lonely. He could have told to a mathematical nicety, -had he had the mind to do so, just why the ugly board fence divided -him from his neighbor, of the quarrel between himself and the fiery -widow, who owned the cottage where the children had come to live, over -a boundary line, the matter of a foot or less of ground between the two -places. - -A quarrel is like a tumble weed in its capacity for growing in size, -and, tossed back and forth by the windy tongues of the Widow Barlow, -who gloried in “speaking her mind,” and old Mr. Harding, who cherished -his right to the last word as religiously as a woman, the original -difference had grown to be a very serious thing, indeed. - -“I’ll fix her!” he had exclaimed, after the last tilt of words which -occurred between them. “I’ll put up a fence so high she can’t scream -over it, and if she comes inside my yard I’ll buy a dog.” - -He thoroughly enjoyed that bit of spite work, and amused himself -immensely in overseeing the ungainly structure as it went up, -completely obstructing the objectionable widow’s view on the east side. - -She had no redress, for he had given her the benefit of the disputed -line, and a man could put up bill boards on his property if he wished -to, and he hugged himself to think of her rage and disgust. - -He did not in the least overestimate it, and he heard with glee -from the neighbors and the housekeeper the savage onslaughts on his -character which she was making, and it was not long before a moving van -backed up before her door, a “To rent” sign appeared, and Mr. Harding -was alone with victory. He was soured in the operation, it must be -confessed. No man can habitually nurse hatred and spite in his bosom -without becoming contaminated. - -When gentle, soft-voiced Mrs. Harding was living, with her generous -heart and hand, her noiseless, unostentatious way of settling a -difficulty, it would have been quite impossible for him to have -indulged in such an exhibition; she would have loved him out of it -insensibly, and have so limbered the widow’s acrimonious tongue with -the oil of kindness that the quarrel would have died at birth; but -it was a sorry day for him when the better part of himself was laid -away under the green in the cemetery, and he was quite free to be his -untrammeled self. - -Some way the mother’s voice, as it floated over the top of the ugly -fence, reminded him of her. It was such a gentle, loving voice, with a -flute-like clearness in it which made every word audible. - -They had never had any children, he and the wife who would have made -such a tender mother, but he imagined she would have spoken to them -just as this mother was speaking if she had been surrounded by active, -questioning lads and lasses, and his surly mood softened as he heard -them chattering over the treasures of broken china they were finding in -the widow’s refuse heap. - -“We’ll build the playhouse right here. The big, high boards will make -such a nice back,” said little Barbara. - -“Maybe the man won’t like us to drive nails in his fence,” Rodney -suggested. - -“But this side of it is ours,” laughed the mother, softly. “He can only -claim one side of even a nuisance; but you must be careful not to annoy -him with too much noise.” - -One side of a nuisance. How truly it was a nuisance, for Mr. Harding -did not admire stockades himself. He had seen the inside of one in war -times, and he had very nearly lost his life in trying to escape from -it. He had an old wound in his leg yet that made him crosser on damp -days than in dry weather, and here he was erecting stockades in his old -age, to keep people out instead of in. It took all his self-control to -keep from being ashamed. - -Day after day he heard the childish prattle, and the pounding of nails -as the building of the playhouse went on, sometimes with wrath, at -other times with an almost eager curiosity to see and hear the little -flock at their pretty play. - -One day it rained, and silence reigned in the garden. His wound twinged -and prickled all day, and he was in a furious mood toward evening as -he went to straighten up some weak-backed plants that the rain had -lopped over. A kitten was frisking about in a bed of choice strawberry -plants--a saucy, disrespectful kitten which had evidently braved the -terrors of the stockade, as he had done himself in the years gone by. -He hated cats almost as he hated loud-voiced widows--perhaps he was -thinking of the Widow Barlow, and of the joy it would be to take her -as he was taking the kitten (loving little creature, it had never felt -the touch of hatred, and didn’t know enough to run away), and, with one -twist of his avenging arm, sling her over the fence. The kitten went -over, legs and tail wildly outstretched, and little Barbara was at the -window. - -“Oh, mamma, he threw my darlin’ kitty right over the fence,” he heard -her shriek, sobbingly, as she ran out and picked up her pet. “Kitty, -kitty, is you killed?” she cried, breathlessly, as the little creature, -stunned for a moment by its fall, closed its eyes and lay limply in her -arms as she ran into the house. - -“Mean old thing. If I was a man, I’d thrash him,” said Horace, doubling -his little fists savagely. - -“No, no, little ones; we must love him into kindness,” Mrs. Manning -observed, gently. “He is a poor, lonely old man with no one to coax -him into nice ways. See, Kitty isn’t hurt. Give her some milk and she -will soon be quite happy again,” and in ministering to the kitten the -children forgot their revengeful thoughts: but over the fence an old, -cross-grained man went into his finer house with a mean feeling in his -heart which even the thought of the Widow Barlow could not change to a -comfortable complacency. - -The rain cleared away and the family were very busy in the garden. The -small plat on the south corner, away from the baleful shadow of the -fence, was full of the roses and shrubs which the Widow Barlow had -planted and tended so carefully, and they were already full of buds. -Mrs. Manning was exceedingly fond of flowers, too, and her bay window -on the west side was full of choice plants. - -There was a Papa Manning, but he went early and came late from his -work, too early and late to enter the story as an active factor; one of -those busy men who do business in the city and live in suburban towns -for the sake of health and purer air for the children; but Mr. Harding -did not know this, and supposed his new neighbor to be a widow, and -cherished suspicions accordingly which not even her sweet voice could -quite allay. - -“Oh, mamma, come quick. The man has fallen,” screamed Barbara one day, -as she ran in to her mother, her golden curls flying, her blue eyes -full of fright. - -“What man, Barbie dear?” Mrs. Manning was in the kitchen making bread, -and a man was an indefinite ingredient to enter into the delicate -operation without proper credentials. - -“The old man, mamma. The fence man--he fell right down and groaned.” A -neighbor in distress--that was quite another matter, and Mrs. Manning -ran out hastily, drying her hands on her apron. - -“I’ve sprained my ankle, I guess,” growled Mr. Harding, nursing his -wounded leg with a white face full of angry impatience. “Just a bit of -a stone, but enough to turn that confounded weak bone of mine. I feel -like a baby, ma’am, to be upset by such a trifle.” - -“Lean on me, sir, and I will help you to rise,” said Mrs. Manning; but -at the first attempt the poor old gentleman nearly fainted. - -Fortunately, there were men near at hand, and soon Mr. Harding was -carried into his home by strong hands, and a physician summoned. - -It would be an exaggeration to say that Mr. Harding submitted to -suffering with sweet resignation. In his best days gentle Mrs. Harding -needed all her stock of patience to endure him when he was ill, and his -natural proclivities had been reinforced by years of loneliness and -self-indulgence. The housekeeper was at her wits’ end, and strongly -inclined to resign her situation before the end of the first week. - -“Sure, ma’am, he’s that cranky there’s no living with him at all,” she -confided to Mrs. Manning, who had brought in a bit of her own delicate -cookery to tempt his capricious appetite. “I make his toast and his -coffee of a mornin’, and he’s ready to eat me when it’s on his table -because the coffee ain’t a-bilin’ and a-sissin’ hot, an’ the egg maybe -has been cooked ten seconds longer than his wife used to cook it for -him.” - -“Let me go in and prepare his table while you get the food ready,” Mrs. -Manning suggested. She had waited on just such an invalid once in her -lifetime, and had ideas. - -“All right, ma’am. I’ll be right glad of a little help, for he do try -my patience all to frags.” - -Mrs. Manning ran home quickly, and returned bringing a dainty tea cloth -and a bouquet of her window flowers in a delicate glass vase, and, -going into the dining room, she soon had the little invalid table a -very poem of neatness and elegance. - -“Mrs. Harrihan never set that table, I’ll be bound,” he said, gruffly, -as Mrs. Manning carried it to his bedside. - -“Mrs. Harrihan is busy and I am helping her a little,” replied Mrs. -Manning, gently. “Let me raise the shade and make you more comfortable -for your dinner.” - -The window looked out upon the staring high fence, over which the roof -and chimney of her own little cottage was visible, and Mr. Harding’s -wrinkled face had the grace to gather a flush. - -“Are you a widow, ma’am?” he demanded after a few moments, during which -she had moved about the untidy room, picking up the morning papers, -which he had slung away after reading them, and turning with deft hands -the furniture into more home-like positions. Mrs. Harrihan was a good -housekeeper but a poor home maker. - -“A widow? Dear me, I hope not. Haven’t you seen Mr. Manning frolicing -with the children evenings? He comes in the back way, as it saves a -block in coming from the station.” - -No, Mr. Harding had not observed a man about the place, and for an -excellent reason--the fence shut off his view of the charming domestic -life of his neighbors completely, and for the first time since its -erection he wished it was back in the lumber yard. He had the grace -to thank her, and to ask her to come again, after Mrs. Harrihan’s -entrance with his dinner, saying that it would taste better with the -flowers to look at, and Mrs. Manning poured his tea and buttered his -toast, with a great pity for him in his loneliness in her warm heart. - -It was the flowers at last which accomplished the downfall of the -spitework fence. Acting on the hint of his pleasure in the bouquet on -his dinner table, Mrs. Manning kept him supplied with them in liberal -measure. - -Mrs. Barlow’s roses were now in riotous bloom, and every day a fresh -bouquet brightened the sick room. On account of the old wound, the -injured ankle did not readily yield to treatment, and for weeks -Mr. Harding was an unwilling prisoner, forced to look out at that -unyielding expanse of pine until his very soul was sick of it. - -He told his grievance in full detail to Mrs. Manning one day with an -apologetic air, not willing that his cheery little neighbor, whom he -was beginning to respect so much, should think that he indulged in high -board fences as a matter of taste. - -She heard the story of the Widow Barlow’s delinquencies smilingly, and -contrived to throw such a wide mantle of charity, trimmed with humor, -over the matter that Mr. Harding actually laughed--and at his own folly. - -Even little Barbara lost her fear of “the fence man,” and, after -bringing him several bouquets by way of visits of sympathy, she one -day made him a social call with the kitten in her arms, also a ball -and string with which to show off its accomplishments, and old Mr. -Harding actually smiled, and forgot that he hated cats in watching the -frolicsome little creature chasing its tail, the ball, or Barbara as -she ran with the string. - -One day there was the sound of pounding and rending on the Harding -premises, and all the children ran excitedly to see. - -Carpenters were tearing the spite fence down, and Barbara was in -despair for her playhouse, but her childish heart was comforted, -for Mr. Harding had given orders, and, when the workmen reached the -spot, the boards were sawed down and shaped to match the rest of the -structure, and with the dearest little window cut in, to the child’s -great delight. - -With the fence went every vestige of Mr. Harding’s crustiness toward -his new neighbors. Not since his wife’s death had he been so genial -and friendly, and the children were a constant source of interest and -delight. It even came to pass, through Mrs. Manning’s mediation, that -the matter of the boundary line was at last compromised without serious -friction, and Mr. Harding really came to confess, to himself, that even -the Widow Barlow was not so utterly, so irrevocably bad as she might be -after all. - - - - - WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE - By W. Bert Foster - - - CHAPTER XII - Hadley gets better Acquainted with Col. Knowles - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. - - The story opens in the year 1777, during one of the most critical - periods of the Revolution. Hadley Morris, our hero, is in the employ - of Jonas Benson, the host of the Three Oaks, a well-known inn on the - road between Philadelphia and New York. Like most of his neighbors, - Hadley is an ardent sympathizer with the American cause. When, - therefore, he is intrusted with a message to be forwarded to the - American headquarters, the boy gives up, for the time, his duties at - the Three Oaks and sets out for the army. Here he remains until after - the fateful Battle of Brandywine. On the return journey he discovers - a party of Tories who have concealed themselves in a woods in the - neighborhood of his home. By approaching cautiously to the group - around the fire, Hadley overhears their plan to attack his uncle for - the sake of the gold which he is supposed to have concealed in his - house. - -The words Brace Alwood uttered were enough to rivet Hadley to the -spot, and, almost within a long arm reach of the men lounging about -the fire, he crouched and listened to the dialogue which followed. The -reason stated by Brace for the presence of the Tories in this place -naturally startled and horrified Ephraim Morris’s nephew. When the old -man was well-known to be a strong Royalist, why should these fellows be -plotting to attack him? At once Hadley was sure that they were after -the money which rumor said Miser Morris kept concealed in his house. - -Remembering the incident of the night at his uncle’s house, Hadley -doubted if the men would gain what they hoped for; but Uncle Ephraim -was old and alone, and there was no telling what these rough fellows -might do to gain their ends. - -“You’d better make sure the old man is alone, Alwood,” suggested one -of the others, as Brace and his younger brother took seats in the -circle around the fire. “There used to be a boy with Miser Morris--his -nevvy, was it?--who might make us trouble.” - -Brace Alwood laughed harshly. “We ought to be a match for an old man -and a boy, I reckon--though Lon, here, tells me Had Morris is pretty -sharp.” - -“He made me and Black Sam pole him across the river one night when he -was carrying dispatches to the army,” Lon admitted. “An’ he pretty near -broke my arm just before he left these parts last, too.” - -“What army was he carrying dispatches to?” demanded the first speaker. - -“Washington’s, of course.” - -“But the old man is for the king, you say--worse luck!” - -“That doesn’t say the boy is,” Brace remarked. “He’s a perky lad, I -reckon.” - -“He may do us harm, then--in slipping away and rousin’ the farmers, I -mean.” - -“He’s with the army now,” said Lon. - -“And there’s nobody with the old man?” - -“Not a soul.” - -“Well, we’ll likely have an easy time of it. If he’s got as much as -they say hid away in the house, this night’s work will pay us fine.” - -“And settle some old scores, too,” added Brace. “Colonel Knowles will -be revenged on the old scoundrel, I reckon.” - -“Ah! I remember what you told us,” said the first man, thoughtfully. -“His Honor is too loyal a man to appear in this matter, though, I take -it?” - -Brace laughed shortly. “No doubt--no doubt. He comes here to get -something out of Miser Morris; but the old fox gives nothing away--not -him!” - -Hadley had heard enough to assure him that the Tories were actually -going to attack his uncle, Royalist though he was. With silent tread he -crept away from the place, crossed the pasture to the road, and getting -on Black Molly’s back, sent her flying toward the inn. He was fearful -for Uncle Ephraim’s safety, but it was useless for him to ride and warn -the old man. He must arouse the farmers--or such of them as were at -home--and bring a band to oppose the men with Brace Alwood. There would -be some lack of enthusiasm, however, when it was learned that the Tory -renegades were attacking one of their own kind; it was a case of “dog -eat dog,” and most of the neighbors would scarce care if the old man -was robbed. - -But Hadley rode swiftly toward the Three Oaks Inn, determined to raise -a rescuing party at all hazard. It was evening and the men usually -centered there to hear the news and talk over the war and kindred -topics, and the boy was quite confident of getting some help. Besides, -what he had heard while lying hidden in the grove made him believe that -Colonel Creston Knowles was partly the cause of this cowardly attack -by the Tories upon Uncle Ephraim, and if the British officer was still -at the inn the boy determined that he should not go unpunished for -instigating the crime. - -The American farmers about the inn had borne with the British officer -more because he was Jonas Benson’s guest than aught else. Before being -sent by Lafe Holdness on this last errand to the army, Hadley knew that -many of the neighbors spoke threateningly of the British officer, who, -apparently, knew no fear even in an enemy’s country. If they should be -stirred up now, after the disaster to the American forces, when feeling -would be sure to run high, Colonel Knowles would find himself in very -dangerous quarters. For the moment Hadley did not think of the danger -to Mistress Lillian. He was only anxious for his uncle’s safety and -enraged at Colonel Knowles for the part he believed the officer had in -the plot to rob--and perhaps injure--the farmer. - -In an hour, so Brace Alwood said, they would attack the lonely -homestead of the man whom the whole countryside believed to be a miser. -Hadley had good reason to know that his uncle was possessed of much -wealth, whether rightfully or not did not enter into the question now; -but the money was no longer in the house--of that he was confident. -Enraged at not finding it, the Tories might seriously injure Ephraim -Morris. With these tumultuous thoughts filling his brain, the boy rode -into the inn yard, let Black Molly find her old stall herself, and was -on the steps of the inn before those in the kitchen had time to open -the door, aroused though they had been by the rattle of the mare’s -hoofs. - -“It’s a courier!” cried some one. “What’s the news?” - -“It’s that Hadley Morris!” exclaimed Mistress Benson, showing little -cordiality in her welcome. Jonas was not in evidence, and there was no -other men in the kitchen. - -“Where is Master Benson, madam?” demanded Hadley of the innkeeper’s -wife. “I want him to help me--and all other true men in the -neighborhood. There is a party of Tories up the road yonder, and they -are going to attack Uncle Ephraim’s house and rob him this very night.” - -“Tories!” gasped the maids. - -“King’s men!” exclaimed Mistress Benson. “And why should they wish to -plague Master Morris, Hadley? He is loyal.” - -“That Brace Alwood is at their head. They are bent on robbery. Nobody -will be safe now, if they overrun the country. Where is Master Benson, -I say?” - -“He is gone to Trenton,” declared one of the frightened women. “There -is no man here but Colonel Knowles’ servant.” - -“Then he is here yet?” cried the boy, and pushing through the group -of women, he entered the long hall which ran through the inn from -the kitchen to the main entrance. His coming had evidently disturbed -the guests. Colonel Knowles stood in the hall by the parlor door, a -candlestick held above his head that the light might be cast along the -passage, his daughter, clinging to his sleeve, stood behind him. - -“Whom have we here?” demanded the British officer. - -“It is Hadley Morris, father!” exclaimed the girl, first to recognize -the youth. - -Hadley approached without fear, for his indignation was boundless. -“It is I, Colonel Knowles,” he said, his voice quivering with anger. -“I have come back just in time to find that, unable to bring my uncle -to such terms as you thought right, you have set Brace Alwood and his -troop of villainous Tories upon the old man. But I tell you, sir, I -will arouse the neighborhood, and if Uncle Ephraim is injured, you -shall be held responsible!” - -The officer took a stride forward and seized the boy by the arm. He -waved the crowd of women back. “Return to your work!” he commanded. -“Mistress Benson, call William.” Then he said to Hadley: “Master -Morris, step into the parlor here and tell me what you mean. I am in -the dark.” - -Hadley began to think that perhaps he had been too hasty in his -judgment. He stepped within the room. He did not speak to the officer’s -daughter, but she stared at him with wide open, wondering eyes. Then -in a few sentences he told how he had discovered the plot against his -uncle. - -“Who are these Alwoods?” demanded the Colonel, when he had finished. - -“Alonzo Alwood is the boy who came here once to see you, father,” -Lillian interposed, before Hadley could reply. “Do you not remember? -He told you that Master Morris was about to carry dispatches to Mr. -Washington again, and asked you to help stop him in his journey.” - -“Ah!” exclaimed Hadley. “He did try to halt me. But your servant, sir, -stopped him. Have I to thank--?” - -“Mistress Lillian, sir,” said the Colonel, shortly, but a smile -quivered about his mouth. “I am in the enemy’s country, as you advised -me once, Master Morris, and I would not be a party to the young man’s -plan. So this Brace Alwood is his brother?” - -“Yes, sir.” - -“And they connect my name with their raid upon that--that old man?” - -“They do, sir.” - -“Then to prove to you, Master Morris, that I am not in their -confidence, or they in mine, I will ride back with you.” At the instant -the man-servant entered. “William, saddle my horse and one of the bays -for yourself--instantly! I will join you at once, Master Morris. If -you have other men in the neighborhood on whom you can depend in this -emergency, arouse them.” - -Hadley, feeling that his impulsiveness had caused him to accuse Colonel -Knowles wrongfully, ran out again without a word. While William, as -silent as ever, saddled the officer’s black charger and another animal -for himself, the boy took the saddle off Black Molly and threw it upon -one of the other horses in the stable. Then he clattered over to the -nearest neighbor’s house and routed out the family. But the only men -folk at home were two half-grown boys, and when their mother learned -that there were Tories in the neighborhood she refused to allow them to -leave her and the younger children. So he rode on to the next homestead -and brought back with him to the inn but one man to join the party. -Colonel Knowles and his servant were awaiting their coming in the road -before the door of the Three Oaks. - -“Lead on, Master Morris!” commanded the officer. “You know the way by -night better than I.” - -“But there are only four of us,” began Hadley, doubtfully. - -“We can wait for no more if what you have told me is true. They will be -attacking the old man by now.” - -The quartette rode off at a gallop and little was said until they -turned into the farm path which led through the pastures and fields to -the Morris homestead. Then the neighbor was riding nearest Hadley’s -side and he whispered: “Hey, Morris, suppose this should be a trap? -Suppose the Britisher should be playing us false?” - -Hadley tapped the butt of the pistol beneath his coat. “Then he’ll get -what’s in this first--and do you take William,” the boy whispered. -“But I do not believe Colonel Knowles will play us false. These Tory -blackguards are nothing to him.” - -The ring of the horses’ hoofs announced their coming before they were -within shot of the house, around which the rascals under Brace Alwood -had assembled. But no shots were fired, for Colonel Knowles was ahead -and his mount was recognized by Lon in the light of the huge bonfire -which had been built in front of the farmer’s door. Part of the Tories -were already inside the house, ransacking the dwelling from cellar -to garret, while Ephraim was tied hard and fast to one of his own -chairs, and Brace Alwood, with cruel delight in the farmer’s terror, -was threatening to hold the old man’s feet in the flames on the hearth -if he did not divulge the hiding place of his gold. Colonel Knowles’ -coming struck the entire party of marauders dumb. - -“What are you doing here, you scoundrels?” exclaimed the officer, -almost riding into the farmhouse in his rage, and laying about him with -the riding whip he carried. - -The men shrank away in confusion. Even Brace Alwood, the bully, was -cowed. “The old miser’s got more money than is good for him,” whined -Alwood. “And his nephew is off with the rebels--” - -“Sirrah!” exclaimed the colonel, sharply. “Here is his nephew with me. -And it matters not what his nephew may be, in any case; the man himself -is for King George, God bless him!--or so I understand.” - -“Yes, yes, Master!” squealed the farmer from the chair where he was -tied. “I am for the king. I told these villains I was for the king. It -is an outrage. I cannot help what my rascally nephew is--I am loyal.” - -“And as for his money,” continued the colonel, savagely, “you’d work -hard and long before you got any of it--and what you got would likely -not be his, but belong to those whom he has robbed!” At that Uncle -Ephraim recognized his rescuer, and he relapsed into frightened -silence. “Come out of that house and go about your business!” commanded -the officer. “Let me not find any of you in this neighborhood in the -morning; and think not I shall forget this escapade. Your colonel shall -hear of it, Alwood.” - -Somebody released the farmer from his uncomfortable position, and he -followed the bushwhackers to the door, bemoaning his fate. The men -clattered out and, evidently fearing the power of Colonel Knowles, -hurried away toward the river. When Uncle Ephraim saw his woodpile -afire, he rushed out and began pulling from the flames such sticks as -had only been charred, or were burning at one end, all the time railing -at the misfortune that had overtaken him. The neighbor looked on a -minute and then said, brusquely: - -“I’ve little pity in my heart for such as you, neighbor Morris--a man -that will take sides against his country.” - -“And I’ve little pity for you, either,” Colonel Knowles declared, -when the first speaker had ridden away, “for you are a dishonest old -villain!” - -He and William wheeled their horses and followed the bridle path -back to the highway; but Hadley, much troubled by what he had heard, -remained to help put out the fire in the woodpile. His uncle did not -speak to him, however, but when the last spark was quenched by the -water which the boy brought from the well, he went into the house and, -fairly shutting the door in his nephew’s face, locked and barred it! - -“Well!” muttered Hadley, “I don’t need a kick to follow that hint that -my company’s not wanted,” and he rode back to the inn, feeling very -sorrowful. Evidently his uncle was angry with him. But more than all -else was he troubled by the words he had heard Colonel Knowles address -to Ephraim Morris. The British officer had broadly intimated that the -farmer was a thief! - -On his return to the inn he was so tired that he did not think of -supper, and, instead of going into the house, tumbled into his couch -in the loft and dropped to sleep almost instantly. The next morning -Master Benson did not arrive, and the mistress of the inn met Hadley -with a very sour face and berated him well for the manner in which he -had burst in upon her guests the night before. - -“You are spending more than half your time with Washington’s ragamuffin -army,” quoth she; “you’d better stay with them altogether. I cannot -have my guests disturbed and troubled by such as you.” - -Hadley was inclined to take her berating good-naturedly, for he knew at -heart that she was a kindly woman, and that, when Jonas was at home, -she would not dare talk so. But she had really engaged a neighbor to -perform his tasks, and, learning that Jonas was not expected back for -a week or more, Hadley saw that it was going to be very unpleasant for -him in the neighborhood meanwhile. Even his uncle did not care for his -company, and he could not eat the bread of idleness at the Three Oaks -Inn. There were three or four men starting to join Washington’s forces, -and he determined to accompany them, sorry now that he had returned at -all. - -He did not feel at liberty to take one of the Bensons’ horses this -time, and so started afoot for the vicinity of Philadelphia. The roads -were full of refugee families, and, although he could not learn of any -real battle having been fought, the country people had evidently lost -all hope of Washington staying the advance of the British. Hadley and -his comrades traveled briskly, reaching the vicinity of Warren’s Inn -early on the morning of the 16th and joined General Wayne’s forces just -as the downpour of rain which spoiled the operations of that day began. - - - - - CHAPTER XIII - WITH “MAD ANTHONY” WAYNE - - -On this 16th day of September, the opposing forces--Howe’s army led by -Lord Cornwallis and the Americans by Anthony Wayne--met in conflict -near the Warren Inn. Since Brandywine, when, because of Sullivan’s -defeat, Washington had been forced to retreat to Chester, the armies -had been maneuvering on the Lancaster pike; but nothing more serious -than skirmishes had resulted. But this conflict near the old inn was -a close and sharp engagement, and it would have been general had not -the rain which was falling become a veritable deluge. The arms and -ammunition were rendered almost useless, and the Americans had to -retreat again. - -[Illustration: WAYNE QUICKLY RALLIED HIS MEN] - -Bitterly did Hadley Morris grieve as, through the mud and downpour, he -trudged in the ranks of his countrymen. Somebody sought him out on the -march. It was Captain Prentice, relieved for the time of his command -because of his wound; yet he had been near all day to encourage the men -and was able still to wield his sword. - -“Eh, boy, I knew you would come back!” he said, smiling. “Your blood’s -up, and you’ll not sit at peace in the chimney-corner till this bloody -war is settled one way or ’tother.” - -Hadley told him what had occurred at his uncle’s house, and at the -inn where he worked. “You did right to come back to fight with us,” -Prentice said. “And you’ll see fighting enough with ‘Mad Anthony.’ -Where he goes there is fighting always--that is his business. And a -braver or better general does not command on our side, despite the -slanders that are told about him. Ah, Hadley, these adventurers and -politicians with His Excellency are what keep us back. They so fear to -see a good man win that they will do all they can to ruin him. Why, do -you know, they are trying to throw some of the blame for Sullivan’s -blunder, down there at Brandywine creek, upon Anthony Wayne, although -he fought with all the stubbornness a man ever displayed, and held off -Knyphausen and his Hessians all day--until, in fact, he learned of the -defeat in his rear, and that the rest of the army was retreating. - -“We were too busy ourselves that day, Master Morris, to know much about -what went on excepting directly in front of us,” Prentice continued, -with a smile. “But now that the matter is history, for history is -being made rapidly these days, we can get at the truth pretty easily. -Colonel Cadwalader, who, by the way, has gone to Philadelphia to -look out for his private interests, and several other officers, were -discussing the Brandywine engagement yesterday. The colonel, naturally, -is a strong opponent of Sullivan and a warm adherent of General Wayne, -for the former has too many political friends, and the latter is a -plain, out-and-out fighter. Wayne is a Pennsylvania man, you know; -has been a farmer over near Easton ’most all his life--though they -do say he traveled north once, surveying land. He is somewhere about -thirty-three years old now. - -“He brought his own regiment into the army--the Fourth Pennsylvania,” -continued the captain, getting away from the real matter under -discussion, but holding Hadley’s attention, nevertheless, “and he has -been advanced to brigadier-general for conspicuous gallantry. They call -him ‘Mad Anthony’ and claim he is reckless and thoughtless; but it’s -a pity we haven’t more such mad men in the army. You have seen to-day -how the troops love him and what they will do for him. This handful of -muddy, half-starved creatures would charge the whole of Howe’s army if -Anthony Wayne were at their head! Did you get a glimpse of him to-day, -Morris?” - -“Yes, sir. And I think him a fine figure of a man,” declared the boy, -enthusiastically. - -“He is that, indeed. A man of more forceful facial expression I -never saw, and his dark eyes are always sparkling--either in fun or -with earnestness. Anthony Wayne is an ‘all or nothing’ man--he is -never lukewarm, as are some of these fellows who have obtained their -commissions from Congress. What if he does brag? Why, Morris, if we’d -done what he has, and were masters of the science of war as he is, we’d -brag ourselves!” - -“But why do they try to drag him into the trouble over the Brandywine -defeat?” queried the boy. - -“Why? Ask me why a mangy, homeless cur always snarls at the heels of a -dog that is well bred. ’Tis always so. Jealousy is at the bottom of -all these cabals and plots with which the army is troubled. Even His -Excellency is not free from the arrows of their hate. And, as I tell -you, Sullivan has too many political friends. They wish to attract -attention from his mistakes to somebody else, and they fall upon -General Wayne and call him reckless. Reckless, forsooth! His fighting -that day when he faced those Hessians was marvelous. - -“Nobody,” pursued Prentice, warmly, “unless it was His Excellency -himself, realized how exceedingly well placed my Lord Howe’s troops -were for defence on the left bank of the Brandywine. Greene selected -our position--the position of the main army. I mean, at Chadd’s -Ford--and it was well. Wayne was there. Sullivan, as the senior -Major-General, commanded the left wing. Wayne’s line was three miles -long, and the farthest crossing, which he did not cover, Sullivan was -supposed to watch. - -“You and I, Morris, were too busy in our little corner to know these -facts at that time. But it has all come out now, and, just because a -certain Major Spear was either a fool or a coward, Sullivan’s flank was -turned and the army routed.” - -“What had Major Spear to do with it?” asked Hadley, interested despite -the mud and rain through which they continued to plod. - -“I’ll explain. Early on the day of the battle,--the 11th, you -know,--Howe and Cornwallis marched for the forks of the Brandywine, -where there are easy fords. Evidently they intended to do exactly what -they did do--cross the river and march down on our side, doubling -Sullivan’s wing back upon the main army. For a maneuver in broad -daylight it was childish; but it won because of this man Spear. - -“Colonel Bland had been ordered to cross at Jones’ Ford to find out -what the British were about. He sent back word--there can be no doubt -of this, although Sullivan’s friends have tried to deny it--that -Cornwallis was surely marching for the upper crossings. His Excellency, -learning of this report, threw Wayne across the river to attack Grant -and Knyphausen, while Sullivan and Greene were to engage the flanking -column of Britishers. Why, if things had gone right, we’d have cut the -two divisions of the enemy to pieces!” declared the captain, bitterly. - -“But it was not to be. A part of Wayne’s troops had already forded -the river when this Major Spear, who had been reconnoitering in -the direction of the forks, reported no sign of the enemy in that -direction. What the matter was with the man I don’t know--nobody seems -to know; but Sullivan should have known whether he was to be trusted or -not. The general, on his own responsibility, halted his column and sent -word to His Excellency that the first report of the British movements -was wrong--Cornwallis was not in the vicinity of the Brandywine forks. -Naturally this put the Commander-in-Chief out, and, fearing a surprise, -he withdrew Wayne’s men from across the river. The Hessians followed; -but they got no farther. Mad Anthony held them in check. - -“While we were fighting so hard down there by Chadd’s Ford, Sullivan -was doing nothing at all. About one o’clock, it seems, a man named -Cheney rode into Sullivan’s division and reported that the British had -crossed the river and had reached the Birmingham meeting-house. That -was some distance then on Sullivan’s right. But the general still stuck -to his belief in Major Spear, and instead of sending out a scouting -party, put aside the report as valueless. - -“This ’Squire Cheney is something of a man in his township--lives -over Thornbury way, they tell me--and it angered him to be treated -so superciliously by Sullivan. So what does he do but spur on to -headquarters and inform General Washington himself. The report could -scarcely be believed by the Commander-in-Chief and his staff, and -you cannot blame them. Everybody knew how much depended on the day’s -action, and that Sullivan should make such a terrible blunder was past -belief. - -“Your friend Colonel Cadwalader told me about it afterward. ‘If you -doubt my word, put me under arrest until you can ask Anthony Wayne or -Persie Frazer if I am a man to be believed!’ said Cheney, getting red -in the face. The staff--some of the young men, it seemed--had laughed -at the queer figure the old fellow cut on his horse. ‘I’d have you know -that I have this day’s work as much at heart as e’er a one of ye!’ -quoth Cheney, and at that His Excellency ordered a change of face, and -part of the army moved up to the support of Sullivan. - -“You know what happened after that. You saw the fugitives and -the wounded when you rode to Philadelphia, Hadley. It was a sad -day, and all because one man made a mistake,--either foolishly or -willfully,--and another man did not consider the fate of the first city -in the land of sufficient importance to have every report brought to -him corroborated. Sullivan must bear the brunt of this thing,--as his -men bore the brunt of the enemy’s charge--because he was in command at -that end of the line. But they’re trying to make out that Anthony Wayne -could have saved the day with his troops had he wished. They’d not talk -so bold had they faced those bloody Hessians as we did.” - -“It seems awful that there should be friction in an army of patriots,” -Hadley said, thoughtfully. “They are all patriotic--they all desire the -freedom of the Colonies.” - -“What some of them desire it would be hard to say,” declared Prentice, -gloomily. “And we are not patriots until we win. We’re rebels now--and -rebels we shall go down into history unless the Great Jehovah Himself -shall strike for us and give us a lasting victory over the British. I -tell you, boy, I am discouraged.” - -And it was a discouraged column of 1,500 men who marched that night to -Tredyfrrin, where Wayne had been ordered by the Commander-in-Chief “to -watch the movements of the enemy, and, when joined by Smallwood and the -Maryland militia, to cut off their baggage and hospital trains.” - -On the 19th, after waiting in vain for Smallwood’s reinforcements, -Wayne again crossed the river, and was, at Paoli, able to advance -within half a mile of Howe’s encampment. He reported to General -Washington that the enemy was then quietly washing and cooking. The -British seemed to consider this advance on Philadelphia more in the -light of a picnicing party than anything else. To his commander, -however, Wayne said that the enemy was too compactly massed to be -openly attacked by his small force, and begged that the entire army -might come to his aid and strike a heavy blow. But neither Smallwood’s -brigade nor any other division of the American forces arrived to aid -the little party at Paoli on that day, nor the one following. - -Scouts brought in the tale that Howe was about to take up his line of -march, and so, as the night of the 20th drew near, Wayne determined to -attack in any case, reinforcements or not. The watchword that night -in the American camp was, “Here we are and there they go!” and the -troops were eager to follow their beloved leader into the very heart -of the British encampment. It was believed that the night attack was -unsuspected by the British, but it proved later that vigilant Tories -had wormed the information from somebody on Wayne’s staff and hastened -with it to the British camp. - -So confident was Wayne that his plans were unsuspected that, when -informed by a friendly citizen, between nine and ten in the evening, -that a boy of the neighborhood, who had been in the British camp during -the day, had overheard a soldier say that “an attack on the American -party would be made during the night,” Mad Anthony would not credit it. -It did not seem probable that if such an attack was being considered by -the British leaders, it would be common camp talk. - -However, believing that surplus precaution would do no harm, he -multiplied his pickets and patrols and ordered the troops to repose -on their arms, and, as it was then raining, made the men put their -ammunition under their coats. He was thus prepared to meet an attack or -withdraw, as circumstances might direct. - -Ere this, Captain Prentice had been sent to headquarters, almost by -force, indeed, because his wound had become inflamed, and Hadley, -being simply a volunteer, was obliged to take pot-luck where he found -it, and was even without a blanket or pouch in which to carry his -rations. He would have been more comfortable on picket duty that night, -only volunteers were not trusted in such serious matters; and perhaps, -if he had been, the youth would not have gotten out of the terrible -engagement alive. - -Somewhere about eleven o’clock, rumor had it that the British were on -the move. Wayne believed that the enemy would attack his right flank, -and immediately ordered Colonel Humpton, his second in command, to -wheel his line and move off by the road leading to the White Horse -Tavern. Meanwhile, General Gray, in command of three British regiments -and some dragoons with Tory guides, approached Paoli. The British were -ordered to withhold their fire and to depend altogether on the bayonet. -At midnight, two hours before the time fixed for his own advance on -Howe’s force, Wayne learned that his pickets had been surprised. - -Colonel Humpton had not obeyed, nor did he do so until the third -order reached him. The artillery moved without loss or injury, but -the remainder of the army was in confusion, and, when charged by the -British, the affair became almost a rout. An English officer who was -present at the attack afterward wrote: - -“It was a dreadful scene of havoc. The Americans were easily -distinguished by the light of the camp fires as they fell into line, -thus offering Gray’s men an advantage. The charge was furious, and all -Wayne’s efforts to rally his men were useless. They were driven through -the woods two miles, and nearly a hundred and seventy men were killed.” - -With those about him, inspired as they were with fear of the bayonet, -and confused by the darkness, Hadley Morris ran blindly through the -woods to escape the death which followed him. The awful sabre-like -bayonets of the British muskets he did escape; but a half-spent ball -imbedded itself in the flesh of his leg above the knee and brought him -at last to earth. The others streamed by and left him. He feared he -would be captured and perhaps sent to the prison hulks in New York Bay; -but both pursued and pursuer passed him by, and he was saved in the -darkness. - -He could not travel with the ball in his leg, and so he lay down again -under some bushes, and, despite the wound and his fright, dropped -off into slumber, and slept just as soundly as he would had war and -bloodshed been farthest from his thoughts. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - - Education is a better safeguard of liberty than a standing army. - --Edward Everett. - - - - - MIDSUMMER DAYS - By Julia McNair Wright - - -The production of seed is the chief object of plant life. Upon this -depends the continuance of the vegetable world, and therefore all -animal existence. From the elephant to the mouse, from the whale to the -minnow, from the eagle to the humming-bird, life is conditioned upon -the constant return of “the herb-bearing fruit whose seed is in itself.” - -In every minute particular the flower is constructed to insure the -production of sound seed. The first form of this seed is the tiny ovule -in the germ. Ovules cannot grow into seeds, unless they are brought in -contact with the pollen, which must arrive at them by way of the stigma. - -The pollen of flowers is a most fine, delicate dust. It must be -conveyed without injury in the most delicate manner. Many flowers are -exceedingly high up, as on climbing vines, or growing on tree-tops, -peaks, or house-tops. Many other plants are very low down, lying close -to the ground, as the bluets, chickweed, arbutus, partridge-berry, and -others. A large number of plants are in positions inaccessible to man -or the larger animals. - -Man excepted, the larger animals seem generally to have a destructive -mission to plants, devouring, breaking, or trampling down. Men -themselves are often ruthless destroyers of beautiful plants, and seem -to care for and conserve only what concerns human convenience. - -Here, then, we have the problem of plants fixed in their places, -needing carriers for their pollen to distant plants of their own -kind, at the exact period of maturity. The carriers must be able to -go high or low, into all manner of different localities; they must be -delicately made, so that they will not injure the plants which they -visit, capable of carrying the frail pollen grains unharmed, and they -must have some object of their own in these visitations, which shall -infallibly secure their doing of the work required. Finally, let us -remember that the pollen of flowers is but seldom spread where it is -easy to secure it. The buttercup lavishly expends a golden saucer of -pollen; the lily has a wide-open door, near which hangs the antlers, -like so many ready bells. On the other hand, how long and narrow are -the throats of the morning-glories and honeysuckles; how tiny are the -tubes of mint, thyme, and clover; how fast-closed is the mouth of the -snap-dragon; how narrow the fox-glove’s throat. Pollen-carriers must -be able to secure the dust so jealously kept, and must be afforded a -reward for their trouble. - -What form of animal life meets all these conditions? But one--the -insect. It is generally light and delicate in structure, active, -winged; its life is conterminous with that of flowers; they are spring -and summer guests. The slender shape and the long, slim mouth organs -of the insect can penetrate and gently force open flower tubes and -the fast-shut lips of corollas; the velvet coats and fine, waving -antennæ will receive and carry uninjured the precious dust, and the -insect habit of constant roaming from bloom to bloom assures the -accomplishment of its important errand. - -Not all insects, but a few widely-distributed families, are the chosen -partners of the flowers; these are the various tribes of bees, moths, -and butterflies, with some help from a few others. - -“Nothing for nothing” seems to be a law of nature. What does the flower -offer to the insect for its services as pollen distributer? Honey, -which is the chief food of flying insects, also wax, and pollen for -its private use at home. The miller, we know, takes toll from the flour -he grinds. - -To secure insect visitants, the flower provides honey; almost all -flowers secrete some dainty juices. As shopkeepers set up signs to -inform the public of their wares, so the flowers hang forth signs; -these are the brilliant corollas, or parts highly colored which take -the place of corollas. - -Another bid for visits is made by perfume, which attracts insects as -being generally associated with honey. Many flowers have inconspicuous -corollas, or are hidden under foliage, or so placed as to risk being -neglected; these call attention by fragrance, as the mignonette, the -violet, or arbutus. Others, as the lilies, have large and attractive -corollas, yet add perfume to size and color, to insure the securing of -insect attention and help. - -[Illustration: PLANTS AND THEIR PARTNERS] - -Plants which depend upon moths, or any night-flying insects, have -usually strong perfume and pale color, as white or light lemon color, -which can easily be seen in twilight. The odor attracts the insect in -its direction; and on a nearer approach the flower is seen. - -Most flowers have peculiarly bright streaks, spots, or other markings, -in the direction of the honey, and the honey is placed at the bottom -of the stamens, thus the insect is attracted just where he should go. -The tiger lily has its startling red spots; the arum its lines of red -and green; the morning-glory its vivid stripes, the jonquil its ruffled -bi-colored crown, and the beauty-of-the-night its bright purple centre. - -When the pollen is ripe for carrying, all the parts of the flower -are at their best: the perfume is the strongest, the coloring the -brightest, the nectar most abundant. - -On these hot July days, when the sun draws out the richest fragrance -and lights up the most brilliant colors, watch the bees and -butterflies. The bee seeks the clover on one trip, mignonette on -another, lilies on a third. The butterflies have no hive returning to -mark their work, but you can count their visits, a dozen or more to -flowers of one kind before they investigate the sweets of flowers of -some other kind. - -So, the plant’s partners, while gathering honey for their daily needs, -toil unthinkingly to perpetuate the very flowers upon which their -existence depends. - - - - - A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST - By Evelyn Raymond - - - CHAPTER XIV - A Dead Water Tragedy - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. - - Brought up in the forests of northern Maine, and seeing few persons - excepting her uncle and Angelique, the Indian housekeeper, Margot - Romeyn knows little of life beyond the deep hemlocks. Naturally - observant, she is encouraged in her out-of-door studies by her uncle, - at one time a college professor. Through her woodland instincts, she - and her uncle are enabled to save the life of Adrian Wadislaw, a - youth who, lost and almost overcome with hunger, has been wandering - in the neighboring forest. To Margot the new friend is a welcome - addition to her small circle of acquaintances, and after his rapid - recovery she takes great delight in showing him the many wonders of - the forest about her home. But finally, after many weeks, the uncle - decides, because of reasons which will be known later, that it would - be better for Margot if Adrian left them. Accordingly, he puts the - matter before the young man, who, although reluctant to leave his new - friends, volunteers to go. Under the guidance of Pierre Ricord, a - young Indian, the lad sets out for the nearest settlement. Once in the - woods, however, they decide to remain there for a while. During their - wanderings the two had become separated for a time and then it is that - Adrian hears a noise which makes his pulse beat faster. It is the call - of a moose. - -But Pierre, also, had heard that distant “Ugh-u-u-ugh!” and instantly -paused. - -His own anxiety was lest Adrian should not hear and be still. -Fortunately, the wind was in their favor and the sensitive nostrils -of the moose less apt to scent them. Having listened a moment, he -dropped his pack so softly that, heavy as it was, it scarcely made the -undergrowth crack. His gun was always loaded, and, now making it ready -for prompt use, he started back toward his companion. The Indian in -his nature came to the fore. His step was alert, precise, and light as -that of any four-footed forester. When within sight of the other lad, -listening and motionless, his eye brightened. - -“If he keeps that way, maybe--Ah!” - -The moose call again, but farther off. This was a disappointment, but -they were on good ground for hunting and another chance would come. -Meanwhile, they would better make all haste to the thoroughfare. There -would be the better place, and out in the canoe they’d have a wider -range. - -“Here, you. Give me the boat. Did you hear it?” - -“Did I not? But you had the gun!” - -“Wouldn’t have made any difference if you’d had it. Too far off. Let’s -get on.” - -Adrian lifted the pack and dropped it in disgust. “I can’t carry that -load!” - -Pierre was also disgusted--by the other’s ignorance and lack of -endurance. - -“What you don’t know about the woods beats all. Haven’t you seen -anybody pack things before? I’ll show you. When there’s big game handy -is no time to quarrel. If a pack’s too heavy, halve it. Watch and learn -something.” - -Pierre could be both swift and dexterous if he chose, and he rapidly -unrolled and divided the contents of the cotton tent. Putting part into -the blanket, he retied the rest in the sheeting, and now neither bundle -was a very severe tax. - -“Whew! What’s the sense of that? It’s the same weight. How does -‘halving’ it help?” - -Pierre swung the canoe upon his head and directed: - -“Catch hold them straps. Carry one a few rods. Drop it. Come back -after the other. Carry that a ways beyond the first. Drop it. Get -number one. All time lap over, beyond, over, beyond. So.” - -With a stick he illustrated upon the ground, and, wasting no further -time nor speech, clasped his gun the tighter under his arm and trotted -forward again. - -Adrian obeyed instructions, and though it seemed, at first, a waste to -go back and forth along the carry as he had been directed, found that, -in the end, he had accomplished his task with small fatigue or delay. - -“Another bit of woodcraft for my knowledge box. Useful elsewhere, too. -Wish I could get through this country as fast as Pierre does. But he’ll -have to wait for me, anyway.” - -For a time Adrian could easily trace the route of his guide by the -bruises the canoe had given the leaves and undergrowth; but after -a while the forest grew more open and this trail was lost. Then he -stopped to consider. He had no intention of losing himself again. - -“We are aiming for the south. Good. All the big branches of these -hemlocks point that way--so yonder’s my way. Queer, too, how mossy the -tree trunks are on the north side. I’ve heard that you could drop an -Indian anywhere, in any forest, and he’d travel to either point of the -compass he desired with nothing to guide him but his instinct. Wish I -was an Indian! Wish, rather, I had my own compass and good outfit that -went over in my canoe. Hurrah! There’s a glimmer of water. That’s the -thoroughfare. Now a dash for it!” - -Adrian was proud of his new skill in finding his way through a -trackless forest, but, though he duly reached the stream, he could not -for a time see anything of Pierre. He did not wish to shout, lest the -moose might be near and take fright, but at last he did give a faint -halloo, and an answer came at once. Then a boat shot out from behind a -clump of alders and made down the river toward him. - -The current was swift and strong, and there was considerable poling to -be done before it touched the shore and Pierre stepped out. - -“I’ve been looking round. This is as good a place to camp to-night as -we’ll find. Leave the things here, and might as well get ready now. -Then we can stay out all day and come back when we like.” - -“But I thought we were to go on up thoroughfare. Why stop here at all? -Other camping places are easy to find.” - -“Are they? Ask a few more questions. Good many things go to making -right sort of camp. Dry ground, good water to drink, firewood, -poles--Oh! shucks! If you don’t know, keep still and learn.” - -This was excellent advice, and Adrian was tired. He decided to trust -to the other lad’s common sense and larger experience, and, having so -decided, calmly stretched himself out upon the level bank of the stream -and went to sleep. - -Pierre’s temper rose still higher, and after he had endured the sight -of Adrian’s indolence as long as possible he stepped to the river and -dipped a bucket of water. Then he returned and quietly dashed it over -the drowsy lad. The effect was all that Pierre desired. - -“What did you do that for?” - -“Take this axe and get to work. I’ve chopped long enough. It’s my -turn--or would be, only I’m after moose.” - -Adrian realized that he had given cause for offense and laughed -good-naturedly. His nap had rested him much more than his broken sleep -of the night under the rocks, and the word “moose” had an inspiration -all its own. - -“I’ve cut the firewood. You get poles for the tent. I’ll get things -ready for supper.” - -Adrian laid his hand dramatically upon his stomach. “I’ve an inner -conviction already that dinner precedes supper.” - -“Cut, can’t you?” - -“Cut it is.” - -In a few moments he had chopped down a few slender poles, and, -selecting two with forked branches, he planted these upright on a -little rise of the dryest ground. Across the notches he laid a third -pole, and over this he stretched their strip of sheeting. When this was -pegged down at a convenient angle at the back and also secured at the -ends, they had a very comfortable shelter from the dew and possible -rain. The affair was open on one side, and before this Pierre had -heaped the wood for the fire when they should return after the day’s -hunt. Together they cut and spread the spruce and hemlock boughs for -their bed, arranging them in overlapping rows, with an added quantity -for pillows. Wrapped in their blankets, for even at midsummer these -were not amiss, they hoped to sleep luxuriously. - -They stored their food in as safe a spot as possible, though Pierre -said that nothing would molest it, unless it might be a hungry -hedgehog; but Adrian preferred to take no risks. Then, with knives -freshly sharpened on the rocks, and the gun in hand, they cautiously -stepped into the canoe and pushed off. - -“One should not jump into a birch. Easiest thing in the world to split -the bottom,” its owner had explained. - -Adrian had no desire to do anything that would hinder their success, -therefore submitted to his guide’s dictation with a meekness that would -have amused Margot. - -She would not have been amused by their undertaking, nor its but -half-anticipated results. After a long and difficult warping-up the -rapids, in which Adrian’s skill at using the sharp-pointed pole that -helped to keep the canoe off the rocks surprised Pierre, they reached a -dead water, with low, rush-dotted banks. - -“Get her into that cove yonder and keep still. I’ve brought some bark -and I’ll make a horn.” - -There, while they rested and listened, Pierre deftly rolled his strip -of birch bark into a horn of two feet in length, small at the mouth -end, but several inches wide at the other. He tied it with cedar -thongs, and, putting it to his lips, uttered a call so like a cow moose -that Adrian wondered more and more. - -“Hm-m! I thought I was pretty smart, myself; but I’ll step down when -you take the stand.” - -“Sh-h-h! Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t breathe if you can help it.” - -Adrian became rigid, all his faculties merged in that one desire to -lose no sound. - -Again Pierre gave the moose call, and--hark! what was that? An -answering cry, a far-away crashing of boughs, the onrush of some big -creature, hastening to its mate. - -Noiselessly Pierre brought his gun into position, sighting one distant -point from which he thought his prey would come. Adrian’s body dripped -with a cold sweat, his hands trembled, specks floated before his -staring eyes, every nerve was tense, and, as Margot would have said, he -was a-thrill “with murder,” from head to foot! Oh! if the gun were his, -and the shot! - -Another call, another cry, and a magnificent head came into view. With -horns erect and quivering nostrils, the monarch of that wilderness -came, seeking love, and faced his enemies. - -“He’s within range--shoot!” whispered Adrian. - -“Only mad him that way. Sh! When he turns--” - -“Bang! bang! bang!” in swift succession. - -The great horns tossed, the noble head came round again, then bent, -wavered, and disappeared. The tragedy was over. - -“I got him! I got him that time! Always shoot that way, never--” - -Pierre picked up his paddle and sent the canoe forward at a leap. When -there came no responding movement from his companion he looked back -over his shoulder. Adrian’s face had gone white, and the eagerness of -his eyes had given place to unspeakable regret. - -“What’s the matter? Sick?” - -“Yes. Why, it was murder! Margot was right.” - -“Oh, shucks!” - -Whereupon Pierre pulled the faster toward the body of his victim. - - - - - CHAPTER XV - SHOOTING THE RAPIDS - - -Three months earlier, if anybody had told Adrian he would ever be -guilty of such “squeamishness,” he would have laughed in derision. Now, -all unconsciously to himself, the influence of his summer at Peace -Island was upon him, and it came to him with the force of a revelation -that God had created the wild creatures of His forests for something -nobler than to become the prey of man. - -“Oh! That grand fellow! His splendidly defiant, yet hopeless, facing of -death! I wish we’d never met him!” - -“Well, of all fools! I thought you wanted nothing but a chance at him -yourself.” - -“So I did, before I saw him. What if it had been Madoc?” - -“That’s different.” - -“The same. Might have been twin brothers. Maybe they were.” - -“Couldn’t have been. Paddle, won’t you?” - -Adrian did so, but with a poor grace. He would now far rather have -turned the canoe about toward camp, yet railed at himself for his -sudden cowardice. He shrank from looking on the dead moose as only an -hour before he had longed to do so. - -They were soon at the spot where the animal had disappeared, and, -pushing the boat upon the reedy shore, Pierre plunged forward through -the marsh. Adrian did not follow, till a triumphant shout reached him. -Then he felt in his pocket and, finding a pencil with a bit of paper, -made his own way more slowly to the side of his comrade, who, wildly -excited, was examining and measuring his quarry. On a broad-leaved rush -he had marked off a hand’s width, and from this unit calculated that: - -“He’s eight feet four from hoof to shoulder, and that betters the -King by six inches. See! His horns spread nigh six feet. If he stood -straight and held them up, he’d be fifteen feet or nothing! They spread -more’n six feet, and, I tell you, he’s a beauty!” - -“Yes. He’s all of that. But of what use is his beauty now?” - -“Humph! Didn’t know you was a girl!” - -Adrian did not answer. He was rapidly and skillfully sketching the -prostrate animal, and studying it minutely. From his memory of it alive -and the drawing, he hoped to paint a tolerably lifelike portrait of -the animal; and a fresh inspiration came to him. To those projected -woodland pictures he would add glimpses of its wild denizens, and in -such a way that the hearts of the beholders should be moved to pity, -not to slaughter. - -But, already, that sharpened knife of Pierre’s was at work, defacing, -mutilating. - -“Why do that, man?” - -“Why not? What ails you? What’d we hunt for?” - -“We don’t need him for food. You cannot possibly carry those horns any -distance on our trip, and you’re not apt to come back just this same -way. Let him lie. You’ve done him all the harm you should. Come on. Is -this like him?” and Adrian showed his drawing. - -“Oh! It’s like enough. If you don’t relish my job, clear out. I can -skin him alone.” - -Adrian waited no second bidding, but strolled away to a distance and -tried to think of other things than the butchering in progress. But -at last Pierre whistled, and he had to go back or else be left in the -wilderness to fare alone as best he might. It was a ghastly sight. The -great skin, splashed and wet with its owner’s blood, the dismembered -antlers, the slashed-off nose,--which such as Pierre considered a -precious tid-bit,--the naked carcass, and the butcher’s own uninviting -state. - -“I declare, I can never get into the same boat with you and all -that horror. Do leave it here. Do wash yourself,--there’s plenty of -water,--and let’s be gone.” - -Pierre did not notice the appeal. Though the lust of killing had died -out of his eyes, the lust of greed remained. Already he was estimating -the value of the hide, cured or uncured, and the price those antlers -would bring could he once get them to the proper market. - -“Why, I’ve heard that in some of the towns folks buy ’em to hang their -hats on. Odd! Lend a hand.” - -Reluctantly, Adrian did lift his portion of heavy horns and helped -carry them to the birch. He realized that the quickest way of putting -this disagreeable spot behind him was by doing as he was asked. He was -hopeless of influencing the other by any change in his own feelings, -and wisely kept silence. - -But they hunted no more that day, nor did they make any further -progress on their journey. Pierre busied himself in erecting a rude -frame, upon which he stretched the moose skin to dry. He also prepared -the antlers and built a sort of hut, of saplings and bark, where he -could store his trophies till his return trip. - -“For I shall surely come back this same way. It’s good hunting ground -and moose feed in herds. Small herds, course, but two three make a -fello’ rich. Eh?” - -Adrian said nothing. He occupied himself in what Pierre considered a -silly fashion, sketching, studying “effects,” and carefully cutting big -pieces of the birch bark that he meant to use for canvas. To keep this -flat during his travels was a rather difficult problem, but finally -solved by cutting two slabs of cedar wood and placing the sheets of -bark between these. - -Whereupon Pierre laughed and assured the weary chopper that he had had -his trouble for his pains. - -“What for you want to carry big lumber that way? Roll your bark. That’s -all right. When you want to use it, put it in water. Easy. Queer how -little you know about things.” - -“All right. I was silly, sure enough. But thanks for your teaching. -Maybe, if you were in my city, I might show you a thing or two.” - -Both lads were glad, however, when night came, and, having cooked -themselves a good supper and replenished their fire, they slept as -only such healthy lads can sleep; to wake at sunrise, ready for fresh -adventures, and with the tragedy of the previous day partly forgotten, -even by Adrian. Then, after a hearty breakfast, they resumed their trip. - -Nothing eventful occurred for some time after. No more moose appeared, -and, beyond winging a duck or two and fishing now and then, Pierre kept -his hunting instincts down. In fact, he was just then too lazy to exert -himself. He felt that he had labored beyond all reason during the past -summer and needed a rest. Besides, were not his wages steadily going -on? If Adrian was silly enough to paint and paint and paint all day, -this old tree and that mossy stump, he was not responsible for another -man’s stupidity. Not he. The food was still holding out, so let things -take their course. - -Suddenly, however, Adrian realized that they were wasting time. He -had made sketches on everything and anything he could find, and had -accumulated enough birch bark to swamp the canoe, should they strike -rough water; and far more than was comfortable for him to carry over -any portage. So he one morning announced his intention of leaving the -wilderness and getting back to civilization. - -“All right. I go with you. Show me the town, then I’ll come back.” - -“Well, as you please. Only I don’t propose to pay you any longer than -will take us, now by the shortest road, to Donovan’s.” - -“Time enough to borrow that trouble when you see it.” - -But Pierre suggested that, as Adrian wished to learn everything -possible about the woods, he should now take the guidance of affairs, -and that whenever things went wrong, he, Pierre, could point the way. -He did this because, of late, he fancied that his young employer had -taken a “too top-lofty” tone in addressing him; and, in truth, Adrian’s -day dreams of coming fame and his own genius were making him feel -vastly superior to the rough woodsman. - -They had paddled over dead water to a point where two streams touched -it, and the question rose--which way? - -“That!” said Adrian, with decision, pointing to the broader and more -southern of the two. - -“Good enough.” - -For a moment the leader fancied there was a gleam of malice in -his hireling’s eye, but he considered it beneath his notice and -calmly turned the canoe into the thoroughfare he had chosen. It was -wonderfully smooth and delightful paddling. In all their trip they had -not found so level a stream, and it was nothing but enjoyment of the -scenery that Adrian felt; until it seemed to him that they had been -moving a long time without arriving anywhere. “Haven’t we?” he asked. - -“Oh! we’ll get there soon, now.” - -Presently things began to look familiar. There was one -curiously-shaped, lightning-riven pine, standing high above its -fellows, that appeared like an old friend. - -“Why, what’s this? Can there be two trees, exactly alike, within a -half-day’s rowing? I’ve certainly sketched that old landmark from every -side, and--Hello! yonder’s my group of white birches, or I’m blind. How -queer!” - -A few more sweeps and the remains of the camp they had that morning -left were before them, and Pierre could no longer repress his glee. - -“Good guide, you! Trust a know-it-all for a fool.” - -“What does it mean?” demanded Adrian, angrily. - -“Nothing. Only you picked out a run-about, a little branch of river, -that wanders out of course and then comes home again. Begins and ends -the same. Oh! you’re wise, you are.” - -“Would the other lead us right?” - -“Yes.” - -“But it turns north. We’re bound south.” - -“That’s no matter. Can’t a river turn, same as run-about?” - -“I give up. You guide. I’ll stick to my brush.” - -This restored affairs to the ground which Pierre considered proper, -and, having paused long enough to eat a lunch, they set out afresh. The -new track they followed ascended steadily, and it proved a difficult -stream to warp up; but the ascent was accomplished without accident, -and then the surface of the land altered. Again they reached a point -where two branches met, and Pierre explained that the waters of one -ran due north, but the other bent gradually toward the south and in a -little while descended through one of the most dangerous “rips” he had -ever seen. - -“Only saw them once, either. When I went as far as Donovan’s with the -master, year before last.” - -“Didn’t know he ever came so far from the island.” - -“Why, he goes once every summer, or fall, as far as that New York of -yours. Likely he’ll be going soon again.” - -“He does! Queer he never mentioned it.” - -“Maybe. I’ve a notion, though, that the things he don’t say are more -important than what he does. Ever shoot a rip?” - -“No. I’ve tried and failed. That’s how I happened to get lost and -wandered to Dutton’s.” - -“He’s the boss hand at it. Seems as if the danger fired him up. Makes -him feel as I do when I hunt big game. He didn’t need my help, only -fetched me along to take back some truck. That’s how he picked me out -to show you. He knew I knew--” - -“And I wish I knew--lots of things!” - -“One of ’em might be that round that next turn comes the first dip. -Then look out.” - -The stream was descending very perceptibly, and they needed no paddling -to keep them moving. But they did require to be incessantly on the -watch to guard against the rocks which obstructed the current, and -which threatened the safety of their frail craft. - -“You keep an eye on me and one on the channel. It’ll take a clear head -to carry us through, and no fooling.” - -Adrian did not answer. He had no thought for anything just then but the -menace of those jagged points; which seemed to reach toward them as if -to destroy. - -Nor did Pierre speak again. Far better even than his silent companion -could he estimate the perils which beset them. Life itself was the -price which they would pay for a moment’s carelessness, but a cool -head, a clear eye, and a steady wrist--these meant safety and the proud -record of a dangerous passage wisely made. A man who could shoot those -rapids was a guide who might, indeed, some time demand the high wages -Adrian had jeered at. - -Suddenly the channel seemed barred by two opposing boulders, whose -points lapped each other. In reality, there was a way between them, by -the shortest of curves and of but little more than the canoe’s width. -Pierre saw and measured the distance skillfully, but he had not counted -upon the opposing force of the water that rushed against them. - -“Look--out! Take--” - -Behind the right-hand rock seethed a mighty whirlpool, where the river, -speeding downward, was caught and tossed back upon itself, around and -around, mad to escape yet bound by its own power. - -Into this vortex the canoe was hurled, to be instantly overturned and -dashed to pieces on the rock. - -On its first circuit of the pool, Adrian leaped and landed upon the -slippery boulder--breathless, but alive! His hand still clasped the -pole he had been using to steer with, and Pierre--? He had almost -disappeared within the whirling water, that tossed him like a feather. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - - - - FOURTH OF JULY - - - Fling out our banner to the breeze, - Our glorious stripes and stars; - Unfurl our flag, o’er land and seas-- - Our nation’s stars and bars! - The emblem of our birthright wave, - O’er hill, and vale, and plain, - Till over every patriot grave - Our flag shall float again. - - We sing to-day a nation’s pride, - Sung through an hundred years, - Yet pause to bless the brave who died, - And mingle smiles with tears; - For ’neath the hill and on the plain - The fallen heroes sleep, - And while we sing our glad refrain - Their mem’ry still we keep. - - Thanks be to Him who rules on high, - For this, our festal day-- - Who holds the sparrows as they fly, - And guides a nation’s way; - May Freedom e’er maintain her cause, - Unstained by passion’s wars, - And Freedom e’er proclaim her laws - Beneath the stripes and stars. - - --W. F. Fox. - - - - - Wood-Folk Talk - By J. ALLISON ATWOOD - - - AUK’S MYSTERY. - -Without doubt most persons, should we ask them where Auk might be -found, would laugh at us. “Auk?” they would say; “why he’s been dead -for over half a century.” This seems very likely, since he has been -neither seen nor heard of for a long time. But let me whisper a word in -your ear: “Auk is still alive.” But why should he hide this way? Well, -there is a very good reason for it, as you will see. - -To our mind Auk was badly treated. He was certainly not to blame for -being unattractive: neither was it his fault that he was clumsy. He -had lived on the shore of the Great South Bay for years, and supported -himself comfortably by his industry. But he was kept from making -friends by his awkward manners. It is easy enough for us to see the -meaning of the word awkward now, even if it is spelled with a “w” -instead of a “u,” but that is of little importance. - -Auk was a fisherman, and all his time, when not resting, was spent on -the water. Although, as we have said, he was clumsy on land, Auk was a -very graceful swimmer. More than that, he could stay under the water a -long time, so that few fish, indeed, escaped him. This, of course, made -many birds dislike him. They feared that there would be no fish left -for them. To avert this danger, the Heron family, Tern, and most of the -Gulls--all, in fact, except Black-head, who was too happy to quarrel -with anyone--called a council. They would get rid of Auk. - -On the water, they knew, they could not harm him in the least: he was -far too good a swimmer for that. But on the land he would be at their -mercy. As every one knows, Auk could not fly. He had been growing too -heavy of late years. - -So Tern proposed that the birds wait until night, when it was Auk’s -habit to go back on the shore quite a way from the water to sleep. If -they attacked him there he would be an easy prey. - -As soon as the sun had gone down Auk’s enemies gathered on the shore -just below the long sand-bar. About dark Sandpiper at the suggestion of -Night-Heron, stole quietly along the shore to learn if Auk was asleep. -It took him but a few minutes to reach the spot where the great bulky -fellow rested while sitting bolt upright. So excited was Sandpiper that -his heart beat wildly, and he had hardly gotten half way back when he -called out to his friends, “Asleep! Asleep!” - -Now Auk, even when in a sound slumber, always kept his ears wide -open. That’s how he happened to hear Sandpiper’s piping voice telling -the other birds that he was asleep. At first he thought he had been -dreaming, but when he saw the dark forms down on the sand-bar he -realized the truth and knew that he was in peril. - -Greatly frightened, Auk hurried to the water, as was his habit in all -danger. It was well he did, for, in the next instant. Blue Heron, -Tern, and a host of others came flying swiftly toward him. In another -moment Auk dived headlong into the sea and swam rapidly away, while his -enemies stood on the shore crying out in their disappointment. - - * * * * * - -Years passed and Auk was forgotten. Everyone supposed that he had -long ago fallen prey to some enemy. Then, one night, Birdland was -astonished. Night-Heron had been to the far north for some time past. -Suddenly he came bursting in upon them. His eyes were wide open with -wonder. All he could say was the word “Quok! Quok!” which everyone knew -was his way of saying “Auk,” Night-Heron being slightly tongue-tied. -After he had gotten over his excitement the birds learned of his trip -to Granite Island. Whom do you suppose he found there? It was no less a -person than Auk. - -At first folks thought Night-Heron’s mind had been wandering. But when -he became calmer, and related his discovery, they could no longer -refuse to believe him. All the old anger of the fishing birds seemed to -arouse itself again. For years and years they had thought Auk was dead, -and now they learned that he was still living and probably laughing at -their stupidity. - -Quickly gathering together, they started north. This time he would not -escape them. It took many days of tiresome flight, but at last they -could see Granite Island in the dim distance ahead of them. As they -drew near, their anger increased and their cries cut the air. Just try -to imagine their feelings then, when, upon nearer approach, they found -that Auk was not there. - -The truth was that Black-head had flown ahead of the party and warned -Auk of his danger. Now he was circling high in air, and every now and -then he would break out in laughter: “Gone! Ha! ha! ha! Gone! Ha! ha! -ha!” - -But this defeat only hardened the purpose of the fishing birds. They -still continue to hunt for Auk. Watch any of them if you will while on -the sea-shore. See how tirelessly Tern is searching as he skims over -wave after wave. Will he ever find Auk? At any rate, he will not give -up. But then, when we think of the broad expanse of the Great North -Ocean, and its many rocky islands, we cannot but feel that Auk is -pretty safe after all. He has found a good hiding-place somewhere. - -You who have been believing that Auk has been extinct for half a -century, now know that it is not so. But where is he? There is only one -whom you can ask: that is Black-head. He will tell you nothing. Try it -and see. His only reply is a laugh: “Gone! Ha! ha! ha! Gone! Ha! ha! -ha!” - - * * * * * - - Nay, speak no ill; a kindly word - Can never leave a sting behind; - And, oh, to breathe each tale we’ve heard, - Is far beneath a noble mind; - For oft a better seed is sown - By choosing thus a kindlier plan; - Then if but little good we’ve known, - Let’s speak of all the good we can. - - --Anonymous. - - - - -[Illustration: WITH THE EDITOR] - - WITH THE EDITOR - - -There is no holiday which appeals so directly to the boy as does the -Fourth of July. Easter with its spirit of hopefulness, Thanksgiving -with its bounty of turkey, or even Christmas with all its cheer and -good will, does not, for some reason, reach the same depths of the boy -nature as does the boom and sizz of fire crackers. There is something -of the savage in him which delights in this almost barbaric method of -commemorating the courage of his forefathers; for the Fourth of July is -pre-eminently a day of courage. - -Without doubt we all admire bravery, but, while we are honoring those -who so willingly exposed themselves to the bullet and bayonet, let us -not lose sight of that courage which, though silent, was in reality the -strength of the American Revolution--the courage born of conviction. It -was this spirit which spoke through Richard Henry Lee when he proposed -that the United Colonies, with a few poorly-armed troops, should -renounce their allegiance to the most powerful nation in the world. It -was this which prompted John Adams to second the movement in Congress, -and there, by his eloquence, to uphold it day after day in the face of -an opposition so strong that Jefferson compared it with the ceaseless -action of gravity. - -The desire for independence was not bred of impulse. No one foresaw the -danger of thus defying England more clearly than those who cried out -for the separation. They knew that it would expose them, individually -and collectively, to all the penalties of treason. But they had become -convinced that it was right, and, to them, that fact was sufficient. - -Seemingly there is something of elasticity in this moral courage which -leaps over obstacles before which mere physical courage would halt. -Under the warmth of this spirit, with the strength of Patrick Henry, -John Adams, and Thomas Jefferson behind it, the opposition slowly -melted away, until, on July 4, 1776, the entire body declared for the -Declaration. - -The representatives of the thirteen colonies had assembled in the old -State House at Philadelphia. An anxious throng, from far and near, had -gathered about the rough brick walls, for within was being discussed -the momentous question of their liberties. Of a sudden, the ponderous -bell overhead awoke and sent its pealing echoes from river to river, -and at the same instant, as from one voice, a wild, excited cheer burst -forth from the crowd below, to be taken up in every city in the land. -Thus, in one of the darkest hours of their history, the colonies had -declared themselves independent of a nation which had considered them -all but conquered. - -Now, when we celebrate the one-hundred-and-twenty-sixth anniversary -of our country’s birth, let us remember and honor those who made it -possible. There is still, and will ever be, a call for the same moral -courage which, in the face of such overpowering obstacles, built our -nation. Not only on the Fourth of July, but during every day of the -year, let us keep their example before us. - - - - - EVENT AND COMMENT - - - Seventeen-Year “Locust” - -An occurrence sufficiently rare to awaken interest, which has taken -place during the past month, is the arrival of the seventeen-year -cicada, commonly, though improperly, termed locust. - -These insects, which since the year 1885 have spent their entire lives -in the ground, have, during the past six weeks, appeared in great -numbers in various localities throughout the country. - -In any of these areas, if we observe the ground closely, we will see -it dotted here and there with small holes. Through these the cicadas, -after living underground for seventeen years, have now made their way -to the surface. Here, with the shedding of the old shell, they take on -a pair of wings, and after a short but noisy life of perhaps six weeks, -they die. But in the meantime they have laid the eggs which insure a -future brood of cicadas. - -The recording of the periodical visits of this insect dates as far back -as 1633, when, it is stated, that a swarm was observed by the Puritans -at the Plymouth Colony in Massachusetts. - -For many years our knowledge of the cicada, because of its underground -habits, has been extremely limited, but at a comparatively recent -date the Biological Survey at Washington has made a series of careful -investigations, resulting in a very full history of the life and habits -of this curious insect. - - * * * * * - -Among other facts relating to the cicada, brought out by the research, -is that, as is the case of many creatures of which we know little, the -damage done by it to agriculture has been greatly overestimated. - - - The Boer War Ended - -War in South Africa was formally brought to an end when, on May 31st, -the Boer delegates at Pretoria signed the documents containing the -terms of surrender. - -The war began on October 11th, 1899, and has lasted two years seven -months and twenty-one days. It has cost England $1,200,000,000, besides -which they have suffered a loss of 21,966 killed and 75,000 prisoners -and wounded. - -The estimated loss of the Boers is 19,000 lives and 40,000 captured. - -The greatest force of troops which England had in the field at any one -time was 280,000, while estimates of the Boer army vary from 25,000 to -50,000. - - * * * * * - -The terms of peace allowed to the Boers are, perhaps, the best ever -offered to a conquered people. Among its conditions are: Immunity -from war indemnity, the substitution of representative for military -administration, and a gift of fifteen millions of dollars for the -re-stocking of their farms. - - - The Cuban Republic - -On May 20th, Governor-General Wood, according to his instructions from -the President of the United States, turned over to President Palma and -his Congress the government and control of the island of Cuba. - -During the impressive ceremony President Palma, amid the cheers of the -spectators, expressed his thanks to the Government of the United States -for the fulfillment of its pledges and its kindly services to the new -republic. - -According to the _Boston Herald_, “the American flag was never more -highly honored than when it was hauled down by Governor-General Leonard -Wood from the Government building at Havana.” - - * * * * * - -There is probably no parallel in history of this act of the United -States in which a nation, after having won so rich a territorial prize -in war, eventually turned it over to its people for free government. - - - The New Trains - -One of the most significant railway trials ever held in this or any -country was that recently made between New York and Chicago, by the -special train of the Pennsylvania Railroad and the “Twentieth Century” -of the New York Central. - -Although the two trains went by widely separate routes, they covered -the required distance, over nine hundred miles, in the same time to the -minute--19 hours and 57 minutes. - -This is three minutes less than the schedule time allowed, and is fully -three hours faster than any speed previously made over the same course. - - * * * * * - -As these new trains are now regularly on the schedules of their -respective roads, the race will hereafter be an every-day occurrence, -and we may look forward even to the lowering of this record. - - - Foreign Immigration - -During the month of May the total number of immigrants arriving at New -York was between 85,000 and 90,000. - -This exceeds any monthly record for the past twenty years. The majority -of the new arrivals were from Austria-Hungary, Italy, and Russia. In a -count of 51,000 immigrants it was found that 14,000 could neither read -nor write. - - * * * * * - -Although at present this does not promise much for the standard of -American citizenship, we can reasonably hope that in time our system of -education will convert their descendants, at least, into very useful -citizens. - - - - -[Illustration: OUT OF DOORS] - - OUT OF DOORS - - -The great event at the recent intercollegiate athletic meeting held in -New York, was the hundred-yard run made by Duffy, Georgetown’s little -sprinter, who covered the distance in the remarkable time of 9 3-5 -seconds. This has been a long-coveted speed among runners, and is very -likely to stand for some time as the world’s record. - -The outcome of the meeting in points was as follows: Harvard, 34; Yale, -30; Princeton, 27. - - * * * * * - -At the time of writing interest in the rowing world centers in the -regatta of the Inter-collegiate Rowing Association, to be held at -Poughkeepsie, on June 21. Here Cornell, Columbia, Pennsylvania, -Wisconsin, Georgetown, and Syracuse will enter eight-oar crews, in -addition to which the first three will make entry in the four-oar -contest. All but Georgetown will also participate in the Freshman race. - - * * * * * - -Oarsmen in this country are interested in learning that the American -Henley has been decided upon as an annual feature in the rowing world. -This is the result of the meeting of the American Rowing Association, -which held its session in New York on May 10th. - -The event will be held annually in July on the Schuylkill River, at -Philadelphia, and will be so arranged as not to interfere with the -schedules of the colleges, in order that each one may be able to enter -a crew. - - * * * * * - -As the season of college base-ball draws to a close the facts indicate -that Harvard has had the best team in the field. Second to her, to the -surprise of many, comes the University of Illinois, who has defeated -Yale, Princeton, and Pennsylvania, and was only beaten by Harvard by a -score of 2 to 1. - -Both Annapolis and West Point, considering the difficulties under which -they practice, have made such a good showing that we naturally look -forward to their taking a more prominent place on the diamond in future. - - * * * * * - -In spite of the fact that polo is only locally well known in this -country, it has already taken a strong hold upon the people. An -evidence of this may be found in the American team which went over to -London to compete with the best English players. During their stay the -visitors will be royally entertained, and will remain in England to -observe the coronation. - -Interest in the games has been increased because of the fact that they -will be attended by King Edward, who has always been an enthusiastic -supporter of the sport. - - - - -[Illustration: IN-DOORS] - - IN-DOORS - - PARLOR MAGIC - By Ellis Stanyon - - The first of this series of papers on Magic, commencing with the March - number, included directions to the beginner for Palming and the Pass. - - -Tricks with Handkerchiefs.--For the following experiments, you will -require three fifteen-inch silk handkerchiefs, an ordinary small -sliding match-box, a candle in a candlestick, and a conjuring wand; -also a false finger and a conjuring pistol, hereafter described. - - * * * * * - -You prepare for the series of tricks by rolling up one of the -handkerchiefs very small and pushing it into the match-box, which you -open about one inch for the purpose; another is rolled up and placed -behind the collar on the left-hand side of the neck; and the last is -loaded into the false finger and placed in the right-hand trousers -pocket. You are now ready to commence. - - * * * * * - -Handkerchief and Candle.--“Ladies and gentlemen, the following -experiment was suggested to me at the age of twelve, while studying -chemistry. I then learned that all matter was indestructible. Proof of -this, as you are well aware, is afforded with an ordinary candle. You -may light a candle at one end and let it burn to the other, but you -do not destroy the matter of which it is composed. What really takes -place is the formation of new substances, as hydrogen, carbon, water, -etc., which any of the text books on chemistry will explain. I will, -however, give you one striking illustration.” - -Pick up the match-box and, while taking a match therefrom, push the -handkerchief into the right hand, and throw the box down on the table. -Take the candle from the candlestick and place it in the right hand, -which masks the presence of the handkerchief. You now appear to take -something from the flame of the candle with the left hand, which you -close as if it really contained an article. Open the hand slowly, -looking surprised to find that you have failed and remark: “Well, -really, I cannot understand this. I am generally successful with this -trick. Oh! I know what is the matter. You see, I am using the left -hand. If you do things left-handed they can’t possibly be right. I will -try the right hand.” Saying this, you place the candle in the left -hand and immediately produce the handkerchief from the flame, closing -the hand as before. It now only remains for you to open the hand and -develop the silk slowly. - - -To Fire a Handkerchief into a Gentleman’s Hair.--For the purpose of -this trick you will have to make use of what is known as a conjuring -pistol, which, being in constant use in magical surprises, I will -describe. It consists of an ordinary pistol fitted with a conical tin -tube eight inches long. The mouth of this tube is about two inches in -diameter, and is supplied with a tin cup one and one-half inches deep, -having its outer edge turned over all around so as to afford a ready -grip to the palm. The conical tube is fitted with an inner tube to keep -it firm on the barrel of the pistol (Fig. 10). - -[Illustration: Fig. 10] - -Taking up the pistol, you place the two handkerchiefs, which look like -one, in the cup; push them well down and remark: “I shall now fire -direct at the gentleman’s head, and after the shot the handkerchief -will be found firmly imbedded in his hair, and will, not unlikely, be -seen protruding from one of his ears. It just depends on the force of -the shot, you know, and I need hardly say I loaded the pistol myself, -and am totally ignorant of firearms. Are you ready, sir? Then good-by!” -Place the muzzle of the pistol in the left hand while you shake hands -with the gentleman. In taking the pistol back into the right hand -to fire it, you leave the cup behind in the left hand, and, at the -instant you pull the trigger, you drop it into the pocket on the left -side. When discharging the pistol you will, of course, stand with your -right side to the audience. - -You now ask the gentleman to take the handkerchief from his hair, -telling him that it is just behind his left ear; and, while he is -trying to find it, you stand with your hands in your trousers pockets, -telling him to make haste, you cannot wait all evening. When he has -tried some time and failed to find it, you take your hands from your -pockets, having got the false finger into position between the second -and third fingers. Showing the hands back and front (the addition of -the extra finger will not be noticed), you pass them several times over -the head of the gentleman, then, lowering them to his head, you detach -the finger and draw out the handkerchief. The false finger is then laid -down on the table under cover of the handkerchief. - -[Illustration: Fig. 11] - -The finger is made of thin spun brass, painted flesh color. It is quite -hollow from tip to root, and is shaped for fitting between the second -and third fingers (Fig. 11). It can be used in many tricks, and is -really an indispensable accessory to the amateur magician. - - - - -[Illustration] - - THE OLD TRUNK - - -The following are the names of the winners of May puzzle contest: - - Harrie C. Knightly, Randolph, Mass. - R. E. Williams, Bloomington, Ill. - Leslie W. Quirk, 614 Jefferson St., Madison, Wis. - - * * * * * - -Answers to June Puzzles. - -1. Diamond, pearl, opal, topaz, ruby, amethyst. - -2. O - A P T - A L T A R - O P T I C A L - T A C I T - R A T - L - -3. Dewey. - -4. Systematic, phlegmatic, chromatic, acroamatic, diplomatic, pragmatic. - -5. Rock-dock-lock-clock. - -6. S A L A D - A L I C E - L I V R E - A C R I D - D E E D S - -7. “Practice makes perfect.” - -8. Lance. - -The first five perfect solutions were received from:-- - -Elizabeth Warren, Harry J. Sanford, Eleanor M. Lavine, -Mary Folsom Pierce, John L. Crawford. - - * * * * * - -UNBOUNDED STATES. - -The names of these states are mixed up. Can you straighten them? - - Nisniscow. - Naidnai. - Nitmanose. - Nicolraaif. - Nazoair. - Naaiiousl. - - --Charles C. Lynde. - - * * * * * - -THE MENAGERIE. - -In the following paragraph there are the names of twenty -animals--spelled backwards. - -It accidentally happens that the lumber now occasionally found in oil -regions every six or seven years is such that no Occidental country -produces. I am sure editors so agree. So omitting any explanation, I -merely state the fact. Tippoo-Tib bargains for all of it. Overflowing -with oil it is always in a bad muss. Oporto is the place to which it -is shipped. When it arrives whole machines are made from it, giving, I -presume, employment to many persons who are constantly on the go during -business hours, the parents and children working side by side. All -sorts of religionists there mix, Ebionites even being found among them, -who strive and fret to make converts to their faith, and they, as those -at the Po let names weigh more than deeds. I would not say this did I -know it to be false. - ---R. E. 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Coggins</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: April 01, 2021 [eBook #64979]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: hekula03, Mike Stember and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This book was produced from images made available by the HathiTrust Digital Library.)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUTH, VOLUME 1, NUMBER 5, JULY 1902 ***</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - <div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_cover" style="max-width: 72em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Cover" /> - </div> -</div> - -<div class="titlepage"> -<h1>YOUTH<br /> -<small>VOLUME 1 NUMBER 5<br /> -1902<br /> -JULY<br /> -<i>An</i> ILLUSTRATED -MONTHLY -JOURNAL <i>for</i> -BOYS & -GIRLS</small></h1> - -<p class="center">The Penn Publishing Company Philadelphia - </p> - </div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak gesperrt bordcontents" id="CONTENTS"> - CONTENTS FOR JULY - </h2> - -<table class="toc" summary="Contents"> -<tr class="title"> - <td class="title"><a href="#i_frontis">FRONTISPIECE (Independence Hall)</a></td> - <td class="author"></td> - <td class="page"> <span class="allsmcap">PAGE</span></td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"> - <td class="title"><a href="#THE_DOUBLE_PERIL">THE DOUBLE PERIL</a></td> - <td class="author">George H. Coomer</td> - <td class="page">157</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#LITTLE_POLLY_PRENTISS">LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS</a> (Serial)</td> - <td class="author"> Elizabeth Lincoln Gould</td> - <td class="page">161</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"> - <td class="title"><a href="#The_Fence_Man">The Fence Man</a></td> - <td class="author"> Mrs. F. M. Howard</td> - <td class="page">166</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"> - <td class="title"><a href="#WITH_WASHINGTON">WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE</a> (Serial)</td> - <td class="author">W. Bert Foster</td> - <td class="page">170</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="illus">Illustrated by F. A. Carter</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#MIDSUMMER_DAYS">MIDSUMMER DAYS</a></td> - <td class="author">Julia McNair Wright</td> - <td class="page">179</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="illus">Illustrated by Nina G. Barlow</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#A_DAUGHTER">A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST</a> (Serial)</td> - <td class="author">Evelyn Raymond</td> - <td class="page">181</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#FOURTH_OF_JULY">FOURTH OF JULY</a></td> - <td class="author">W. F. Fox</td> - <td class="page">187</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#Wood-Folk_Talk">WOOD-FOLK TALK</a></td> - <td class="author">J. Allison Atwood</td> - <td class="page">188</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#WITH_THE_EDITOR">WITH THE EDITOR</a></td> - <td></td> - <td class="page">190</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#EVENT_AND_COMMENT">EVENT AND COMMENT</a></td> - <td></td> - <td class="page">191</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#OUT_OF_DOORS">OUT OF DOORS</a></td> - <td></td> - <td class="page">192</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#IN-DOORS">IN-DOORS (Parlor Magic, Paper V)</a></td> - <td class="author">Ellis Stanyon</td> - <td class="page">193</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#Illustration_THE_OLD_TRUNK">THE OLD TRUNK (Puzzles)</a></td> - <td></td> - <td class="page">195</td> - </tr> -<tr> - <td class="title"><a href="#WITH_THE_PUBLISHER">WITH THE PUBLISHER</a></td> - <td></td> - <td class="page">196</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr class="double" /> - -<h2 class="center gesperrt">YOUTH<br /> - </h2> - -<p class="center"><i><span class="gesperrt"><strong>An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls</strong></span></i> -<br /> -<strong><small>SINGLE COPIES 10 CENTS ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION $1.00</small><br /> -<small>Sent postpaid to any address Subscriptions can begin at any time and must be paid in advance</small><br /> -<small>Remittances may be made in the way most convenient to the sender, and should be sent to</small></strong></p> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><strong>The Penn Publishing Company</strong></span><br /> -<strong><small>923 ARCH STREET, PHILADELPHIA, PA.</small></strong><br /> -</p> - -<p class="center">Copyright 1902 by The Penn Publishing Company.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_frontis" style="max-width: 56.6875em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_frontis.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p>INDEPENDENCE HALL</p></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak gesperrt" id="YOUTH">YOUTH - </h2> - <p class="h2sub">VOL. I JULY 1902 No. 5 - </p> - -<hr /> - -<h2 class="h2sub" id="THE_DOUBLE_PERIL">THE DOUBLE PERIL - </h2> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p class="h2sub"><strong>By George H. Coomer</strong></p> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">“N</span>ONSENSE,” said Uncle Hayward; -“how people do like to be scared! -If a real Bengal tiger had made his -escape anywhere within twenty miles of -here, the whole country would have been up -in arms before this time. I’ve no faith in -the story.”</p> - -<p>“Well, they are not quite sure of it,” replied -the neighbor who had given the information, -“but they think so. The steamer -was sunk and some of the animals were -drowned, but it is believed that the big tiger -escaped in the darkness and got ashore.”</p> - -<p>“What sort of a show was it?” inquired -uncle; “a large menagerie?”</p> - -<p>“No, I believe not,” was the answer; -“only a few animals that some company had -hired for the season—a tiger, a jaguar, a -pair of leopards, and a few monkeys—that’s -what they tell me. The steamer had a -heavy cargo, and went down very suddenly.”</p> - -<p>“And they think the tiger made for the -woods, eh?” said uncle. “When did it happen, -do you say?”</p> - -<p>“Night before last—about five miles down -the river. ’Twas a small steamer going up -to Macon. There was no one lost, I hear.”</p> - -<p>“Well,” remarked uncle, “a Bengal tiger -would be an interesting neighbor, that’s certain; -and I don’t believe he would be long -in making his presence known. However, -such stories generally require a good deal -of allowance. As likely as not, there was -no tiger aboard of the steamer, after all.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I reckon there was,” said the neighbor; -“but then, of course, we can’t tell; people -like excitement, and when such a rumor -gets started it grows very fast.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, that’s true; we shall have a whole -menagerie ashore here before night. When -I was a boy, in Maine, there was a story that -a lion and an elephant had made their escape -from somebody’s show and taken to the -woods. And, dear me! it spread like the -scarlet fever! The children ran all the way -to school and all the way back; and the big -girls actually cried in the entry, they were -so frightened. Some of the mischievous -boys would make ‘elephant tracks’ in the -road, and this added to the panic. But we -never could hear of any showman who had -lost such animals, and all on a sudden the -thing came to nothing. I guess the tiger -story will end in the same way.”</p> - -<p>“Why, father,” said Cousin Harold, the -fourteen-year-old boy of the family, “I don’t -see why it isn’t likely enough to be true. I -almost hope there is something in it, though -I shouldn’t want him to be killing people’s -cattle and things. Just think of it—a big -Bengal tiger, and right here in Georgia, too! -How I should like to have a chance at him -with my gun!”</p> - -<p>“Why, Harold,” said his mother, “how -you talk. If I believed such a creature to -be anywhere in the neighborhood, I’d shut -you up in the smoke-house rather that let -you go into the woods.”</p> - -<p>“What, and make bacon of a poor fellow?” -replied the young lad, gayly.</p> - -<p>Uncle Hayward and his family were New -England people, who had settled in Georgia -near the Ocmulgee River, where I was now -paying them a really delightful visit. Harold -and myself, being very fond of hunting, -spent much time together in pursuit of the -various kinds of game to be found in the -region. Many an old “mammy” and many -an “Uncle Remus” was made the happier -by the gift of some fat ’coon or juicy ’possum -which we brought down from the tall -timber.</p> - -<p>Inspired as we were with all the enthusiasm -of young sportsmen, the thought of -an escaped tiger had a pleasing excitement -for us. We were, therefore, a little disappointed -when another of our neighbors, -stopping for a few minutes as he passed -the house, made very light of the rumor, -saying it was only a foolish story to frighten -people.</p> - -<p>“A tiger would soon make ugly work -among the cattle,” he remarked, “and it -would be no joking matter to have one about -the neighborhood.”</p> - -<p>“That’s true,” replied Uncle Hayward. -“I don’t know, though,” he added, “but I’d -risk my big Jersey with him. I’m thinking -’twould be about ‘which and t’other’ between -the two, as the saying is.”</p> - -<p>Harold and I could subscribe to this -opinion very heartily, for it was not more -than a week since that dangerous old Jersey -had chased us out of his pasture, bellowing -at our heels as we ran. Nevertheless, -he was a noble fellow to look upon—just -as handsome as a horned creature could -be. What a thick, strong neck he had, what -a broad, curled front, and what shapely -flanks! Most of the time he spent browsing -in the large pasture some little distance from -the house, and it required a good measure -of courage upon the part of the trespasser -to cross this area.</p> - -<p>No wonder, then, that Harold and myself -made a wide detour, when, half an hour -later, armed with our shotguns, we set out -for the woods beyond the Jersey’s domain. -But it is needless to say that our minds were -more taken up with the thought of the tiger -than with the fear of our former enemy. -It was just possible that a great, stealthy, -tawny shape might be prowling through the -very timber in which we were; and I will -not deny that it required little in the way -of sight or sound to set our hearts beating -faster than usual on that day.</p> - -<p>After killing a wild-cat, a raccoon, and a -number of large fox squirrels, we turned -our steps homeward, not at all sorry to have -made no startling discovery in confirmation -of the rumor which had so interested us in -the morning. The truth was, that the -deeper we were in the woods the less pleasure -we found in calling up the image of that -escaped tiger!</p> - -<p>We were just nearing the Hayward plantation, -Harold with the wild-cat slung over -his shoulder and I with the ’coon upon -mine, when on a sudden our attention was -arrested by a strange, long-drawn noise, like -the cry of some large animal. It resembled -the call of a great cat, but was deeper and -more thrilling than any cat-note that we had -ever heard.</p> - -<p>I need not say that it startled us; and -when, in a few moments, it was repeated, -with the addition of a sort of scream, we -looked at each other with blanched faces: -when, clutching our guns more firmly, we -started into a run. I think we had never -realized till then that two boys of fourteen, -armed only with light shotguns, could be -no match for a royal tiger, just escaped -from his cage and hungry for prey.</p> - -<p>Pray, dear reader, do not condemn us -hastily, for you would have run, too.</p> - -<p>Our course took us directly across the -pasture where the big Jersey had his -range. He was lying down for the time, -and we almost stumbled over him. Springing -up and lowering his sharp horns, he -took after us with a kind of yelling roar -that bespoke anything but a friendly intention.</p> - -<p>We dropped our game and bounded on -like a couple of young greyhounds: but we -were far out from the nearest fence, and -saw that he must soon overtake us with his -mad, thundering rush. Right ahead of us -stood a scrub oak, with branches near the -ground, and into this we sprang just in time -to avoid those terrible horns which would -have tossed us like wisps of straw.</p> - -<p>He was so close upon us that it was impossible -to secure our guns, and we dropped -them at the foot of the tree, where they fell -rattling between two small rocks, which fortunately -protected them from his trampling -hoofs.</p> - -<p>Then he besieged us in true form, walking -all about our fortress, with a hoarse, -frightful bellowing that sometimes grew -to a shriek, and tearing up the earth with -his horns till his whole body was coated -with turf.</p> - -<p>“Well,” said Harold, “we are safe -enough in this tree, but who wants to be -kept here all night? He is so apt to roar -that, even if father or any of the work folks -should hear him, they might not come to -see what the matter was. Besides, it’s a -long distance to the house, and the hill -yonder is right in the way.”</p> - -<p>So we remained watching our savage -jailer, quite forgetting for the moment the -sounds we had just heard from the woods. -How long would the old fellow continue to -bellow and fling up the dirt? I was asking -some such question when my cousin uttered -a quick exclamation.</p> - -<p>“Oh, see! look yonder!” he cried; “there’s -the tiger now!”</p> - -<p>I looked where he pointed, and my heart -gave a thump that was almost suffocating.</p> - -<p>There, creeping close to the ground, was -a powerful yellow shape, marked with jet-black -stripes. The ears were flattened, and -the long tail, reaching straight out on a level -with the body, had a wavy motion that I -distinctly remember to this hour. Warily, -silently, and just upon the point of making -a spring for his victim, the fearful creature -was stealing upon the unsuspicious bull.</p> - -<p>Though half paralyzed by the scene, we -still retained some presence of mind. Perhaps -a shout might delay the attack, and we -gave one with all the power of our throats.</p> - -<p>The monster seemed to hesitate, raising -his head a little, as he crouched in his tracks, -and at that moment the old Jersey discovered -him.</p> - -<p>In an instant a change came over the -scene. Tossing his head in a kind of fierce -surprise, the horned brute faced his foe; -then, dropping his sharp bayonets to a lower -level, he plunged toward the intruder.</p> - -<p>Evidently the tiger was unprepared for -this, but with remarkable quickness he -seemed to take in the situation. Without -an instant’s hesitation, he bounded over to -a large boulder which lay near by, and with -the greatest agility leaped lightly to its top, -where he stood regarding the Jersey with -wide-open jaws.</p> - -<p>“Now’s the time,” said Harold, excitedly; -“we must hurry and get our guns.” -And down we went hustling through the -thick limbs of the oak.</p> - -<p>It was our first impulse to fire at the tiger -from the ground where we stood, but, as -the bull kept directly in the way, it was -evident that this would not answer; and, -besides, our very terror restrained us; it -might be easier to fire than to kill.</p> - -<p>Getting back into the tree with our guns, -both of which contained heavy charges of -buckshot, we quickly posted ourselves so -as to improve the first opening for a fair -aim. The tiger still crouched upon his rock -of refuge, roaring close in the face of his -enemy, yet hesitating to spring upon him; -while the strong-necked old Jersey shook -his curly head and fairly screamed at the -yellow brute he was not quite able to reach.</p> - -<p>A bull’s voice in a rage is a strange mixture -of frightful sounds, even more so than -a tiger’s.</p> - -<p>We had our guns leveled, watching our -opportunity. Presently the striped terror -sprang up from his crouching posture, -raising himself threateningly upon his hind -feet, with his tawny breast fully exposed. -Since then I have often seen an angry tiger -rear himself in the same way against the -bars of his cage. There could not have been -a fairer mark for us, and both our guns -spoke at once with a “bang!”</p> - -<p>Through the smoke we saw the great -brute tip fairly over and fall upon his back. -Then, convulsively, he bounded straight up -from the rock two or three times, and at -last, plunging forward, landed directly upon -the bull’s horns.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp78" id="i_160" style="max-width: 49.1875em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_160.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p>HIS HORNS PIERCED THE TAWNY SIDE</p></div> - </div> - -<p>The next moment, heavy as he was, he -was hurled ten feet in the air, and when -he fell it was only to be tossed again. -A dozen or twenty times he was thus -thrown aloft, although after the first minute -he was evidently as dead as he ever -could be.</p> - -<p>After this the old Jersey appeared to -enjoy much in pitching him along the -ground to a considerable distance, following -up the body as it fell, and sending it on -before him as if it had weighed no more -than a dead cat.</p> - -<p>We were glad to witness this performance, -as it occupied the old fellow’s whole -attention, and so gave us an opportunity to -slip away unnoticed, which we very quickly -did.</p> - -<p>No grass grew under our feet as we ran -over the high ground between us and the -house, which, as the plantation was quite -large, was nearly a mile distant.</p> - -<p>With scarcely breath enough to relate our -story, we told it, to the astonishment of -Harold’s parents, -whose thankfulness -for our escape, when -they had learned how -narrow that escape -had been, was inexpressible.</p> - -<p>It required a considerable -force of men -and boys to recover -the body of the slain -tiger in face of the -bull’s threatening demonstrations; -but it was -nevertheless secured -and brought home. -It was then found, -upon examination, that -our charges of buckshot -had undoubtedly -done the business for -the fierce brute, so that -he must have been -nearly dead when -caught upon those -stout horns.</p> - -<p>“A tiger in the State -of Georgia,” said Uncle -Hayward; “a true -Bengal tiger! Well, I must own that I was -wrong; I thought this morning it was only -a silly story. Boys, you and the bull have -done a great thing for the community!”</p> - -<p>“But, oh, the peril!” said Harold’s -mother: “suppose we had known it at the -moment! It was a double danger.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, mother,” replied Harold; “it was -double, but it was that very thing which -saved us. If we hadn’t waked up the Jersey, -the tiger would have had us very soon.”</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<div class="bbox"> - <h2 class="nobreak" id="LITTLE_POLLY_PRENTISS">LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS - </h2> - <p class="h2sub"><span class="allsmcap">BY</span> ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD</p> - </div> - -<h3> - CHAPTER XIII<br /> - POLLY AND THE MINISTER - </h3> - -<h4>SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Polly Prentiss is an orphan who, for the greater -part of her life, has lived with a distant relative, -Mrs. Manser, the mistress of Manser Farm. Miss -Hetty Pomeroy, a maiden lady of middle age, has, -ever since the death of her favorite niece, been on -the lookout for a little girl whom she might adopt. -She is attracted by Polly’s appearance and quaint -manners, and finally decides to take her home and -keep her for a month’s trial. In the foregoing -chapters, Polly has arrived at her new home, and -the great difference between the way of living at -Pomeroy Oaks and her past life affords her much -food for wonderment.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">S</span>UNDAY was usually a hard day for -Polly. In the first place there were -good clothes to be put on and taken -care of, and then there was sitting still in -church! Sitting still was the most difficult -thing in the world for Polly.</p> - -<p>“In the Manser pew I could wriggle, because -it was ’way back and nobody downstairs -saw me, but I guess I’ve got to behave -just like grown folks to-day,” said -Polly, anxiously, as she put on the brown -cashmere frock Sunday morning. “But if -I listen to the minister most of the time, -and think about Eleanor when I get tired -listening, perhaps I can do it.”</p> - -<p>It was not so hard after all, for the minister -had a pleasant, boyish face, and he -used simple language, which Polly could -understand. Besides that, his sermon was -short—the shortest one Polly had ever -heard; she wondered if by any chance the -minister could know about those yellow -cakes he was to have for dessert, and felt -in a hurry to taste them. Miss Pomeroy -had seen him the day before.</p> - -<p>“He looks as if he liked to eat good -things,” thought Polly, as the minister read -the closing hymn, “and Miss Pomeroy may -have told him there was citron in them. -His cheeks are as red as mine were—redder -than mine are to-day.”</p> - -<p>This was comforting, and, moreover, it -was true. Polly had been out of doors very -little for the last week, and, besides that, although -she was not unhappy, the thought -of Eleanor was continually before her, and -the fear of falling below an unknown standard -made her anxious and troubled many -times in the day. So the roses in Polly’s -cheeks did not bloom as brightly as they -had at Manser Farm, and the little girl was -greatly encouraged.</p> - -<p>During the service she could not turn -around to see her old friends up in the dimly -lighted gallery, and when the benediction -had been pronounced Miss Pomeroy said -she and Polly would sit quietly in the pew -until the minister came out. The little girl -looked disturbed, and Miss Pomeroy laid -her hand on Polly’s with a smile.</p> - -<p>“You needn’t be afraid of the minister, -my dear,” she said, kindly, “he likes children, -and has two little sisters at home.”</p> - -<p>Polly smiled faintly in return. When -the minister came, and they had all walked -slowly down the aisle together, there was -no sign of the Manser wagon, but Polly -was sure she could hear it way up the road; -it had a peculiar rattle, not to be mistaken -for any other. The little girl had a sober -face as she climbed up into the seat beside -Hiram, with the minister’s help.</p> - -<p>“I’m grateful I’ve got you instead of the -preacher,” said Hiram, facing straight -ahead, as soon as Miss Pomeroy and the -minister were fairly launched in conversation. -“I’ve always been to church, and I’m -a member, but I’m scared of speaking to -’em; it don’t make any difference whether -they’re young or old. What’s the matter, -honey? Don’t you tell me without you’re -a mind to.”</p> - -<p>“I thought perhaps I’d see the Manser -Farm folks,” said Polly. “I thought maybe -Uncle Blodgett would want to wait, and -Aunty Peebles. I don’t know as Mrs. -Ramsdell came if her rheumatism was -bad.”</p> - -<p>“She was there,” said Hiram, quietly, -“I know ’em all by sight, and once in -awhile I have a little talk with Mr. Manser -when we’re taking the horses out of the -sheds. But to-day Mrs. Manser hurried -him up, and hustled the three old folks into -the wagon as if something was after her. -I shouldn’t have dared to offer Mis’ Ramsdell -anything unless I’d wanted it bit in -halves, when she got in,” said Hiram, with -a low chuckle. “She spoke her mind good -and free, too: I don’t recall ever hearing -any one speak freer. She was all for waiting -to see you.”</p> - -<p>“Then I think Mrs. Manser was real -mean,” said Polly, with flushed cheeks. “I -don’t suppose she meant to be, but I think -she was!”</p> - -<p>Hiram reached out his big brown hand -and gave Polly’s fingers a sympathetic -squeeze.</p> - -<p>“I expect we are about as naughty as we -can be, both of us,” he said, softly, “but I -take real comfort in it once in a while. -That Manser woman’s no favorite of mine, -nor ever was. I can’t abide her.”</p> - -<p>“She took care of me for seven years,” -said Polly, with a spasm of loyalty, forgetting -how little of the care had really come -on Mrs. Manser’s shoulders, “and I do try -to love her.”</p> - -<p>“Love don’t always come by trying,” -said Hiram, tranquilly, “but I suppose it’s -no harm to give it a fair chance. And as -for those old folks of yours, you shall see -’em next Sunday, if I have to tole Mr. -Manser down behind the sheds and keep -him there.”</p> - -<p>Then Hiram puckered his lips and softly -whistled “Duke Street” all the rest of the -way to Pomeroy Oaks, while Polly sat beside -him, much cheered and comforted.</p> - -<p>Dinner was an exciting meal to the little -girl. It was the first time, as she told -Arctura afterward, that Polly had even -seen a minister eat. This minister not only -ate with great heartiness, but he talked a -good deal and frequently smiled across the -table at her, and he had a jolly laugh. -Polly was glad of that for more than one -reason. Arctura had covered the scratch -on her nose with a long, broad strip of -black court-plaster, and this decoration -made her naturally prominent feature more -noticeable than ever. She carried her head -very high, and bore the dishes in and out -with a stately tread, but her eyes twinkled -so when she looked at Polly that the little -girl had much ado to keep a straight face.</p> - -<p>When the dessert came, Polly held her -breath while the minister ate his first -mouthful of a yellow cake; he had chosen -it instead of one of Arctura’s “snowflakes.” -Miss Pomeroy had tasted one the day before -and pronounced it delicious. The -minister ate every crumb, and when the -plate was passed to him a second time, he -laughed boyishly.</p> - -<p>“These are almost too good,” he said. -“I should like to compliment the cook.”</p> - -<p>Miss Pomeroy smiled at Polly.</p> - -<p>“My little guest made them,” said she.</p> - -<p>“Dear me,” said the minister, heartily. -“I shall have to tell my sisters about this -when I go home. One of them must be -just about Mary’s age; she is eight years -old.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, but I’m going on eleven,” said -Polly, eagerly, “only I’m small for my age, -sir.”</p> - -<p>“Indeed, that’s very surprising,” and the -minister smiled most cordially at the little -cook. Polly was perfectly delighted when -Miss Pomeroy suggested that instead of a -nap she might take a walk with the minister -and show him the grounds. Miss -Pomeroy was to drive him back to Deacon -Talcott’s house late in the afternoon.</p> - -<p>“I will take my nap as usual, Mary, if -you think you can look after Mr. Endicott,” -she had said, and the minister and Polly -exchanged a glance of much confidence and -friendliness.</p> - -<p>They walked about, hand in hand, and -there was no doubt that Polly entertained -the minister.</p> - -<p>“Miss Pomeroy tells me she hopes you -will stay with her for always,” the minister -said, as they stood together looking down -at the brook in a place where it tinkled -over some stones. Polly gave a little cry -of delight and squeezed the minister’s hand.</p> - -<p>“Oh, did she say it that way?” she asked, -earnestly.</p> - -<p>“Why, yes,” said the young man, smiling -down at her, “didn’t you know it?”</p> - -<p>“She’s a beautiful, kind lady,” said Polly, -shaking her brown curls till they danced, -“and I do truly love her, but she’s so tall -and quiet I shouldn’t like to ask her questions -all the time, and I have to ask her -a good many—about my clothes and ever -so many other things. Now if it was you, -I shouldn’t be a bit afraid, because your -eyes look so young and happy,” said the -little girl, frankly. “Miss Pomeroy has sad -eyes, and I’m always afraid I’ll make them -sadder. Don’t you see?”</p> - -<p>“I think I do,” said the minister, gently, -“but I am sure you will help Miss Pomeroy’s -eyes, and not hurt them, by talking -freely to her.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir,” said Polly, doubtfully. “Do -your little sisters like to read, Mr. Endicott? -I am reading a book called ‘Sesame -and Lilies,’ by Mr. Ruskin.”</p> - -<p>“Phew!” said the minister. “That’s a -fine book, Mary, but I should say it was -a little old for you. Who chose it—Miss -Pomeroy?”</p> - -<p>“No, sir, I chose it myself,” said Polly, -proudly, “off the shelf where all the little -books are, under the window. Miss Pomeroy -said I could choose.”</p> - -<p>“When we go in the house,” said the -minister, as they started on together, swinging -hands, “I’ll show you a book to read; -I saw it on one of the shelves. It’s a big -book, but the stories are short. If I were -in your place, Mary, I’d read one of them -to-morrow. My little sisters love them -all.”</p> - -<p>So it came about that when Miss Pomeroy -and the minister drove away they left -on the piazza a little girl whose heart was -almost gay, for the book the minister had -chosen, and which Miss Pomeroy had told -Polly she might keep in her own room, was -full of delightful pictures, and on the cover -was printed in gold letters. “Wonder -Stories, by Hans Christian Andersen.”</p> - -<p>“And mind you try to remember them -just as you do the sermon on Sunday,” the -minister had said, as he parted from Polly, -“for they are sure to give you happy -thoughts.” And Polly, running to Arctura, -who was seated on the south porch in -a chair that rocked with a loud squeak, cried -joyfully:</p> - -<p>“Oh, Miss Arctura, the minister has -chosen a book for me, one that his sisters -love! And I’m not going to read another -word in ‘Sesame and Lilies’ till I’m most -grown up! For Miss Pomeroy said ’twas -a wise thought and an inper—impterposition -of Providence!”</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER XIV<br /> -IN THE WOODS</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">P</span>OLLY’S worry about being satisfactory -to Miss Pomeroy had departed -with the minister’s words, down by -the brook, but as she lay in bed the next -morning, listening to the birds out in a big -elm tree, the branches of which came near -one of her windows, she had some sober -thoughts.</p> - -<p>“The reason Miss Pomeroy is going to -adopt me,” said Polly, to herself, “is because -she thinks I’m like Eleanor. I’m not -like her, inside, of course, but I’m trying -to be. Now, don’t you be a selfish girl, -Polly Prentiss. You’ve got a beautiful -home with a lovely, kind lady, that does -things for you all the time, and Miss Arctura -and Mr. Hiram besides, just as -good as they can be, and the kittens to -play with, and Daisy out in her stall, and -you can go off into the woods this afternoon, -and take the book that the minister’s -sisters love, and perhaps they’ll let you go -again some other day.</p> - -<p>“And all you’ve got to do,” said Polly, -severely, to herself, “is to stop wanting to -run outdoors morning, noon, and night, -and wanting to play with a doll, and wishing -somebody’d call you Polly, and not -mind having to eat so much, or lying down -on this bed that gets so hot in the afternoon, -and stop being lonesome for the folks at -Manser Farm, and learn how to mend your -clothes. I guess that’s about all, and it -isn’t much for a girl that’s going on -eleven.”</p> - -<p>Polly had a delightful time that afternoon. -Arctura had taken in the snow-white -clothes from the line, and informed -the little girl that she had no intention of -ironing that day, and would make an excursion -into the woods with her.</p> - -<p>“I’ve got a crick in my back,” Miss Green -announced, when Polly descended from her -hour on the bed, “and what I need is to get -right down close to nature. I’ll take my old -gray shawl and pick me out a good place -to sit in the sun, and I’ll knit on Hiram’s -socks while you run around and see what -you can see. Perhaps you can get up a -bouquet to fetch home to Miss Hetty, who -knows? And when you feel so minded you -can sit on the shawl alongside of me, and -read me out a story, maybe. It’s a pity -Miss Hetty can’t be with us, but she’s no -hand to walk; she hasn’t been overly strong -for ten years back, though she can do all -that’s required.”</p> - -<p>Polly felt disloyal to Miss Pomeroy, because -it was a relief to know Arctura would -be her only companion. Her little heart -was full of affectionate gratitude, but the -tall mistress of the house inspired a good -deal of awe as well, while with Arctura -Polly had a sense of comradeship, in spite -of the difference in years, and was not afraid -to chatter like a magpie.</p> - -<p>By three o’clock the pair were deep in -the woods, and Arctura was enthroned on -her gray shawl, spread on a rock that stood -like a table in an open space between giant -pines. She had four knitting-needles and -a ball of flaming red yarn in her hands, and -looked the picture of contentment.</p> - -<p>“Now,” she said, drawing out a big silver -watch from the front of her gown, and -placing it beside her on the shawl, “it’s only -a few minutes past three. You lay your -book down here and don’t let me see you -again for an hour, or as near that as you -can judge by your feelings. Don’t stray -so far you can’t get back. I’ll holler once -in awhile so’s to keep track of you, but you -caper round and see what you find.”</p> - -<p>Polly trotted off obediently, and found all -sorts of treasures. If she had not been -obliged to respond to Arctura’s loud -“Ma-a-a-ry!” three or four times, it would -have seemed to the little girl that she was -all alone in a new world, for the pine grove -was unlike the woods through which Polly -had wandered in that far-away time when -she lived at Manser Farm. Those were -birches and scrubby oaks, with an occasional -hemlock, and you had to look out -for slippery tree-roots, and scratching underbrush, -and boggy places. But this -wood had a soft brown carpet of needles, -and a border of beautiful ferns, and here -and there were little cones, and clumps of -stems that had belonged to “Dutchman’s -pipes.”</p> - -<p>In a little while there would be “wake-robins” -and “Solomon’s seal,” and many -other wild wood flowers. Polly saw the -first signs of a venturesome “lady’s slipper.” -She gathered long trails of Princess -pine and looped them around her waist, -and she picked some of the prettiest ferns -to take home to Miss Pomeroy. There -were several cleared places, like the one -which held Arctura’s throne. Polly named -one the library and another the parlor, and -in still another there were some stones -which made her think of pillows.</p> - -<p>“So I shall name that the bedroom,” she -said to Arctura when the call “Ti-i-i-mes -up!” had brought her running back, “and -this I think we’d better call the dining room, -don’t you?”</p> - -<p>“Seems a sensible name to me,” said -Miss Green, approvingly. “Now suppose -you read me out a story. I just looked into -your book while you were off, and here’s -one that my eye lit on; suppose we have -that.”</p> - -<p>The story was “The Ugly Duckling,” -and the words were so easy that Polly read -on and on, scarcely ever having to stop -for Arctura’s help. When she had finished -it, she drew a long breath and shut the -book.</p> - -<p>“Isn’t it a beautiful, interesting story, -Miss Arctura?” she asked, eagerly, and her -friend nodded with great vigor before she -spoke.</p> - -<p>“It’s what I call fair,” said Arctura, with -decision, “and that’s what I like in real life -or in a story. And that’s why I expect -that the poor folks that get hurt and -slammed around and put upon in this world -are going to have crowns of gold and harps -of silver and songs of everlasting praise -and joy in the next one; or whatever those -things stand for, to ’em. We’ll have another -of those stories next time we come -out a pleasuring together, won’t we?”</p> - -<p>Polly assented with joy, and all through -the talk that followed, while she told of her -morning’s trip to the village, those delightful -words “next time” rang out their lovely -promise in Polly’s happy ears.</p> - -<p>She and Arctura walked home arm in -arm, although that meant that Polly had -to stretch up, and Miss Green to reach -down, but the path was broad enough for -two, and they sang “Marching Through -Georgia,” and stepped gayly along to the -brisk measures.</p> - -<p>“Slow walking, except for those that -have infirmities and are obliged,” said Arctura, -“is a trial of the flesh and spirit, or -it might be, if it ain’t,” and little Polly, with -more color in her cheeks than had been -there for days, looked joyfully up at her.</p> - -<p>“Oh, Miss Arctura,” she said, fervently, -“you do have such splendid ideas!”</p> - -<p>“Don’t try to flatter an old lady of fifty-four, -child,” said Miss Green, shaking her -ball of yarn at Polly with pretended severity. -“You turn your mind on those -clouds; see how the wind’s backing round -through the north? I can smell the east,” -and she sniffed with her nose well in the -air. “We’re in for rain to-morrow, I do -believe. It’ll be just the day for you to -write that letter you’re going to send with -the candy, and there’s a number of matters -you can help me about, and if you’ve got -any mending to do maybe we’ll find time -to sit down together, and I’ll relate that -story about the Square and me.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, indeed,” said Polly, as they -marched up the driveway, “and I’ve got to -practice with Mr. Hiram, you know. I expect -it will be a grand day!”</p> - -<p class="allsmcap">[TO BE CONTINUED]</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Think not of far-off duties,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But of duties which are near;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, having once begun to work,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resolve to persevere.</div> - <div class="citation">—<i>Anonymous.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Fence_Man">The Fence Man - </h2> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p class="h2sub">By Mrs. F. M. Howard</p> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">“M</span>AMMA, what is the great, high fence -for?” asked a childish voice. “Is -the man afraid we’s will go into his -yard?”</p> - -<p>“I do not know, dear. It was there before -we came.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe he thinks we’ll steal his cherries.” -Horace straightened himself, scornfully.</p> - -<p>“Huh, I guess we can buy our cherries if -we want any,” said Rodney, with flashing -eyes.</p> - -<p>“Perhaps other boys have not thought -so,” interposed the mother’s gentle voice; -“and since the fence was there before we -came, and so cannot have any possible -reference to us, we will not harbor ill will -against our neighbor because of it.”</p> - -<p>“Young-ones,” muttered a surly voice on -the other side of the high board fence. -“Just my luck to have a pack of young-ones -unloaded on me. Just one degree worse -than the widder’s long tongue, I’ll venture. -I’m glad the fence is good and high, and I’ll -put a row of pickets on top of it if they go -to climbing.”</p> - -<p>Old Mr. Harding dropped down on a -garden seat, wiping the moisture from his -heated brow with a warlike bandana. He -had been putting out late tomato plants, and -his back ached; possibly his heart ached, -too, for he was old and lonely. He could -have told to a mathematical nicety, had he -had the mind to do so, just why the ugly -board fence divided him from his neighbor, -of the quarrel between himself and the fiery -widow, who owned the cottage where the -children had come to live, over a boundary -line, the matter of a foot or less of ground -between the two places.</p> - -<p>A quarrel is like a tumble weed in its -capacity for growing in size, and, tossed -back and forth by the windy tongues of the -Widow Barlow, who gloried in “speaking -her mind,” and old Mr. Harding, who cherished -his right to the last word as religiously -as a woman, the original difference had -grown to be a very serious thing, indeed.</p> - -<p>“I’ll fix her!” he had exclaimed, after the -last tilt of words which occurred between -them. “I’ll put up a fence so high she can’t -scream over it, and if she comes inside my -yard I’ll buy a dog.”</p> - -<p>He thoroughly enjoyed that bit of spite -work, and amused himself immensely in -overseeing the ungainly structure as it went -up, completely obstructing the objectionable -widow’s view on the east side.</p> - -<p>She had no redress, for he had given her -the benefit of the disputed line, and a man -could put up bill boards on his property if -he wished to, and he hugged himself to -think of her rage and disgust.</p> - -<p>He did not in the least overestimate it, -and he heard with glee from the neighbors -and the housekeeper the savage onslaughts -on his character which she was making, and -it was not long before a moving van backed -up before her door, a “To rent” sign appeared, -and Mr. Harding was alone with -victory. He was soured in the operation, -it must be confessed. No man can habitually -nurse hatred and spite in his bosom -without becoming contaminated.</p> - -<p>When gentle, soft-voiced Mrs. Harding -was living, with her generous heart and -hand, her noiseless, unostentatious way of -settling a difficulty, it would have been quite -impossible for him to have indulged in such -an exhibition; she would have loved him out -of it insensibly, and have so limbered the -widow’s acrimonious tongue with the oil of -kindness that the quarrel would have died -at birth; but it was a sorry day for him -when the better part of himself was laid -away under the green in the cemetery, and -he was quite free to be his untrammeled self.</p> - -<p>Some way the mother’s voice, as it floated -over the top of the ugly fence, reminded -him of her. It was such a gentle, loving -voice, with a flute-like clearness in it which -made every word audible.</p> - -<p>They had never had any children, he and -the wife who would have made such a tender -mother, but he imagined she would have -spoken to them just as this mother was -speaking if she had been surrounded by -active, questioning lads and lasses, and his -surly mood softened as he heard them chattering -over the treasures of broken china -they were finding in the widow’s refuse -heap.</p> - -<p>“We’ll build the playhouse right here. -The big, high boards will make such a nice -back,” said little Barbara.</p> - -<p>“Maybe the man won’t like us to drive -nails in his fence,” Rodney suggested.</p> - -<p>“But this side of it is ours,” laughed the -mother, softly. “He can only claim one -side of even a nuisance; but you must be -careful not to annoy him with too much -noise.”</p> - -<p>One side of a nuisance. How truly it -was a nuisance, for Mr. Harding did not -admire stockades himself. He had seen the -inside of one in war times, and he had very -nearly lost his life in trying to escape from -it. He had an old wound in his leg yet that -made him crosser on damp days than in dry -weather, and here he was erecting stockades -in his old age, to keep people out instead of -in. It took all his self-control to keep from -being ashamed.</p> - -<p>Day after day he heard the childish prattle, -and the pounding of nails as the building -of the playhouse went on, sometimes with -wrath, at other times with an almost eager -curiosity to see and hear the little flock at -their pretty play.</p> - -<p>One day it rained, and silence reigned in -the garden. His wound twinged and -prickled all day, and he was in a furious -mood toward evening as he went to -straighten up some weak-backed plants that -the rain had lopped over. A kitten was -frisking about in a bed of choice strawberry -plants—a saucy, disrespectful kitten which -had evidently braved the terrors of the -stockade, as he had done himself in the -years gone by. He hated cats almost as he -hated loud-voiced widows—perhaps he was -thinking of the Widow Barlow, and of the -joy it would be to take her as he was taking -the kitten (loving little creature, it had -never felt the touch of hatred, and didn’t -know enough to run away), and, with one -twist of his avenging arm, sling her over -the fence. The kitten went over, legs and -tail wildly outstretched, and little Barbara -was at the window.</p> - -<p>“Oh, mamma, he threw my darlin’ kitty -right over the fence,” he heard her shriek, -sobbingly, as she ran out and picked up her -pet. “Kitty, kitty, is you killed?” she cried, -breathlessly, as the little creature, stunned -for a moment by its fall, closed its eyes and -lay limply in her arms as she ran into the -house.</p> - -<p>“Mean old thing. If I was a man, I’d -thrash him,” said Horace, doubling his little -fists savagely.</p> - -<p>“No, no, little ones; we must love him -into kindness,” Mrs. Manning observed, -gently. “He is a poor, lonely old man with -no one to coax him into nice ways. See, -Kitty isn’t hurt. Give her some milk and -she will soon be quite happy again,” and in -ministering to the kitten the children forgot -their revengeful thoughts: but over the -fence an old, cross-grained man went into -his finer house with a mean feeling in his -heart which even the thought of the Widow -Barlow could not change to a comfortable -complacency.</p> - -<p>The rain cleared away and the family -were very busy in the garden. The small -plat on the south corner, away from the -baleful shadow of the fence, was full of the -roses and shrubs which the Widow Barlow -had planted and tended so carefully, and -they were already full of buds. Mrs. Manning -was exceedingly fond of flowers, too, -and her bay window on the west side was -full of choice plants.</p> - -<p>There was a Papa Manning, but he went -early and came late from his work, too early -and late to enter the story as an active factor; -one of those busy men who do business -in the city and live in suburban towns for -the sake of health and purer air for the children; -but Mr. Harding did not know this, -and supposed his new neighbor to be a -widow, and cherished suspicions accordingly -which not even her sweet voice could -quite allay.</p> - -<p>“Oh, mamma, come quick. The man has -fallen,” screamed Barbara one day, as she -ran in to her mother, her golden curls flying, -her blue eyes full of fright.</p> - -<p>“What man, Barbie dear?” Mrs. Manning -was in the kitchen making bread, and -a man was an indefinite ingredient to enter -into the delicate operation without proper -credentials.</p> - -<p>“The old man, mamma. The fence man—he -fell right down and groaned.” A -neighbor in distress—that was quite another -matter, and Mrs. Manning ran out hastily, -drying her hands on her apron.</p> - -<p>“I’ve sprained my ankle, I guess,” -growled Mr. Harding, nursing his wounded -leg with a white face full of angry impatience. -“Just a bit of a stone, but enough -to turn that confounded weak bone of mine. -I feel like a baby, ma’am, to be upset by -such a trifle.”</p> - -<p>“Lean on me, sir, and I will help you to -rise,” said Mrs. Manning; but at the first -attempt the poor old gentleman nearly -fainted.</p> - -<p>Fortunately, there were men near at hand, -and soon Mr. Harding was carried into -his home by strong hands, and a physician -summoned.</p> - -<p>It would be an exaggeration to say that -Mr. Harding submitted to suffering with -sweet resignation. In his best days gentle -Mrs. Harding needed all her stock of -patience to endure him when he was ill, and -his natural proclivities had been reinforced -by years of loneliness and self-indulgence. -The housekeeper was at her wits’ end, and -strongly inclined to resign her situation before -the end of the first week.</p> - -<p>“Sure, ma’am, he’s that cranky there’s no -living with him at all,” she confided to Mrs. -Manning, who had brought in a bit of her -own delicate cookery to tempt his capricious -appetite. “I make his toast and his coffee -of a mornin’, and he’s ready to eat me -when it’s on his table because the coffee -ain’t a-bilin’ and a-sissin’ hot, an’ the egg -maybe has been cooked ten seconds longer -than his wife used to cook it for him.”</p> - -<p>“Let me go in and prepare his table while -you get the food ready,” Mrs. Manning -suggested. She had waited on just such -an invalid once in her lifetime, and had -ideas.</p> - -<p>“All right, ma’am. I’ll be right glad of -a little help, for he do try my patience all -to frags.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Manning ran home quickly, and returned -bringing a dainty tea cloth and a -bouquet of her window flowers in a delicate -glass vase, and, going into the dining room, -she soon had the little invalid table a very -poem of neatness and elegance.</p> - -<p>“Mrs. Harrihan never set that table, I’ll -be bound,” he said, gruffly, as Mrs. Manning -carried it to his bedside.</p> - -<p>“Mrs. Harrihan is busy and I am helping -her a little,” replied Mrs. Manning, gently. -“Let me raise the shade and make you more -comfortable for your dinner.”</p> - -<p>The window looked out upon the staring -high fence, over which the roof and chimney -of her own little cottage was visible, and -Mr. Harding’s wrinkled face had the grace -to gather a flush.</p> - -<p>“Are you a widow, ma’am?” he demanded -after a few moments, during which -she had moved about the untidy room, picking -up the morning papers, which he had -slung away after reading them, and turning -with deft hands the furniture into more -home-like positions. Mrs. Harrihan was a -good housekeeper but a poor home maker.</p> - -<p>“A widow? Dear me, I hope not. -Haven’t you seen Mr. Manning frolicing -with the children evenings? He comes in -the back way, as it saves a block in coming -from the station.”</p> - -<p>No, Mr. Harding had not observed a man -about the place, and for an excellent reason—the -fence shut off his view of the charming -domestic life of his neighbors completely, -and for the first time since its erection -he wished it was back in the lumber -yard. He had the grace to thank her, and -to ask her to come again, after Mrs. Harrihan’s -entrance with his dinner, saying that -it would taste better with the flowers to look -at, and Mrs. Manning poured his tea and -buttered his toast, with a great pity for him -in his loneliness in her warm heart.</p> - -<p>It was the flowers at last which accomplished -the downfall of the spitework fence. -Acting on the hint of his pleasure in the -bouquet on his dinner table, Mrs. Manning -kept him supplied with them in liberal -measure.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Barlow’s roses were now in riotous -bloom, and every day a fresh bouquet -brightened the sick room. On account of -the old wound, the injured ankle did not -readily yield to treatment, and for weeks -Mr. Harding was an unwilling prisoner, -forced to look out at that unyielding expanse -of pine until his very soul was sick -of it.</p> - -<p>He told his grievance in full detail to Mrs. -Manning one day with an apologetic air, -not willing that his cheery little neighbor, -whom he was beginning to respect so much, -should think that he indulged in high board -fences as a matter of taste.</p> - -<p>She heard the story of the Widow Barlow’s -delinquencies smilingly, and contrived -to throw such a wide mantle of charity, -trimmed with humor, over the matter that -Mr. Harding actually laughed—and at his -own folly.</p> - -<p>Even little Barbara lost her fear of “the -fence man,” and, after bringing him several -bouquets by way of visits of sympathy, she -one day made him a social call with the -kitten in her arms, also a ball and string -with which to show off its accomplishments, -and old Mr. Harding actually smiled, and -forgot that he hated cats in watching the -frolicsome little creature chasing its tail, the -ball, or Barbara as she ran with the string.</p> - -<p>One day there was the sound of pounding -and rending on the Harding premises, and -all the children ran excitedly to see.</p> - -<p>Carpenters were tearing the spite fence -down, and Barbara was in despair for her -playhouse, but her childish heart was comforted, -for Mr. Harding had given orders, -and, when the workmen reached the spot, -the boards were sawed down and shaped -to match the rest of the structure, and with -the dearest little window cut in, to the -child’s great delight.</p> - -<p>With the fence went every vestige of Mr. -Harding’s crustiness toward his new neighbors. -Not since his wife’s death had he -been so genial and friendly, and the children -were a constant source of interest and delight. -It even came to pass, through Mrs. -Manning’s mediation, that the matter of the -boundary line was at last compromised -without serious friction, and Mr. Harding -really came to confess, to himself, that -even the Widow Barlow was not so utterly, -so irrevocably bad as she might be after all.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_169" style="max-width: 39.1875em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_169.jpg" alt="Decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<div class="bbox"> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WITH_WASHINGTON">WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE - </h2> - <p class="h2sub">By W. Bert Foster</p> - </div> - - <h3> - CHAPTER XII<br /> - Hadley gets better Acquainted with Col. Knowles - </h3> - -<h4>SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.</h4> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>The story opens in the year 1777, during one -of the most critical periods of the Revolution. -Hadley Morris, our hero, is in the employ of Jonas -Benson, the host of the Three Oaks, a well-known -inn on the road between Philadelphia and New -York. Like most of his neighbors, Hadley is an -ardent sympathizer with the American cause. When, -therefore, he is intrusted with a message to be forwarded -to the American headquarters, the boy gives -up, for the time, his duties at the Three Oaks and -sets out for the army. Here he remains until after -the fateful Battle of Brandywine. On the return -journey he discovers a party of Tories who have -concealed themselves in a woods in the neighborhood -of his home. By approaching cautiously to the -group around the fire, Hadley overhears their plan -to attack his uncle for the sake of the gold which -he is supposed to have concealed in his house.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE words Brace Alwood uttered were -enough to rivet Hadley to the spot, -and, almost within a long arm reach -of the men lounging about the fire, he -crouched and listened to the dialogue which -followed. The reason stated by Brace for -the presence of the Tories in this place -naturally startled and horrified Ephraim -Morris’s nephew. When the old man was -well-known to be a strong Royalist, why -should these fellows be plotting to attack -him? At once Hadley was sure that they -were after the money which rumor said -Miser Morris kept concealed in his house.</p> - -<p>Remembering the incident of the night at -his uncle’s house, Hadley doubted if the -men would gain what they hoped for; but -Uncle Ephraim was old and alone, and -there was no telling what these rough fellows -might do to gain their ends.</p> - -<p>“You’d better make sure the old man is -alone, Alwood,” suggested one of the -others, as Brace and his younger brother -took seats in the circle around the fire. -“There used to be a boy with Miser Morris—his -nevvy, was it?—who might make -us trouble.”</p> - -<p>Brace Alwood laughed harshly. “We -ought to be a match for an old man and a -boy, I reckon—though Lon, here, tells me -Had Morris is pretty sharp.”</p> - -<p>“He made me and Black Sam pole him -across the river one night when he was carrying -dispatches to the army,” Lon admitted. -“An’ he pretty near broke my arm -just before he left these parts last, too.”</p> - -<p>“What army was he carrying dispatches -to?” demanded the first speaker.</p> - -<p>“Washington’s, of course.”</p> - -<p>“But the old man is for the king, you -say—worse luck!”</p> - -<p>“That doesn’t say the boy is,” Brace remarked. -“He’s a perky lad, I reckon.”</p> - -<p>“He may do us harm, then—in slipping -away and rousin’ the farmers, I mean.”</p> - -<p>“He’s with the army now,” said Lon.</p> - -<p>“And there’s nobody with the old man?”</p> - -<p>“Not a soul.”</p> - -<p>“Well, we’ll likely have an easy time of it. -If he’s got as much as they say hid away -in the house, this night’s work will pay -us fine.”</p> - -<p>“And settle some old scores, too,” added -Brace. “Colonel Knowles will be revenged -on the old scoundrel, I reckon.”</p> - -<p>“Ah! I remember what you told us,” -said the first man, thoughtfully. “His -Honor is too loyal a man to appear in this -matter, though, I take it?”</p> - -<p>Brace laughed shortly. “No doubt—no -doubt. He comes here to get something -out of Miser Morris; but the old fox gives -nothing away—not him!”</p> - -<p>Hadley had heard enough to assure him -that the Tories were actually going to attack -his uncle, Royalist though he was. -With silent tread he crept -away from the place, -crossed the pasture to the -road, and getting on -Black Molly’s back, sent -her flying toward the inn. -He was fearful for Uncle -Ephraim’s safety, but it -was useless for him to ride -and warn the old man. -He must arouse the farmers—or -such of them as -were at home—and bring -a band to oppose the men -with Brace Alwood. -There would be some lack -of enthusiasm, however, -when it was learned that -the Tory renegades were -attacking one of their own -kind; it was a case of -“dog eat dog,” and most -of the neighbors would -scarce care if the old man -was robbed.</p> - -<p>But Hadley rode swiftly -toward the Three Oaks -Inn, determined to raise -a rescuing party at all -hazard. It was evening -and the men usually centered -there to hear the -news and talk over the -war and kindred topics, -and the boy was quite -confident of getting some -help. Besides, what he had heard while -lying hidden in the grove made him -believe that Colonel Creston Knowles -was partly the cause of this cowardly attack -by the Tories upon Uncle Ephraim, -and if the British officer was still at the -inn the boy determined that he should not -go unpunished for instigating the crime.</p> - -<p>The American farmers about the inn had -borne with the British officer more because -he was Jonas Benson’s guest than aught -else. Before being sent by Lafe Holdness -on this last errand to the army, Hadley -knew that many of the neighbors spoke -threateningly of the British officer, who, -apparently, knew no fear even in an enemy’s -country. If they should be stirred up -now, after the disaster to the American -forces, when feeling would be sure to run -high, Colonel Knowles would find himself -in very dangerous quarters. For the moment -Hadley did not think of the danger -to Mistress Lillian. He was only anxious -for his uncle’s safety and enraged at Colonel -Knowles for the part he believed the officer -had in the plot to rob—and perhaps injure—the -farmer.</p> - -<p>In an hour, so Brace Alwood said, they -would attack the lonely homestead of the -man whom the whole countryside believed -to be a miser. Hadley had good reason to -know that his uncle was possessed of much -wealth, whether rightfully or not did not -enter into the question now; but the money -was no longer in the house—of that he -was confident. Enraged at not finding it, -the Tories might seriously injure Ephraim -Morris. With these tumultuous thoughts -filling his brain, the boy rode into the inn -yard, let Black Molly find her old stall herself, -and was on the steps of the inn before -those in the kitchen had time to open the -door, aroused though they had been by the -rattle of the mare’s hoofs.</p> - -<p>“It’s a courier!” cried some one. -“What’s the news?”</p> - -<p>“It’s that Hadley Morris!” exclaimed -Mistress Benson, showing little cordiality -in her welcome. Jonas was not in evidence, -and there was no other men in the -kitchen.</p> - -<p>“Where is Master Benson, madam?” demanded -Hadley of the innkeeper’s wife. “I -want him to help me—and all other true -men in the neighborhood. There is a -party of Tories up the road yonder, and -they are going to attack Uncle Ephraim’s -house and rob him this very night.”</p> - -<p>“Tories!” gasped the maids.</p> - -<p>“King’s men!” exclaimed Mistress Benson. -“And why should they wish to plague -Master Morris, Hadley? He is loyal.”</p> - -<p>“That Brace Alwood is at their head. -They are bent on robbery. Nobody will be -safe now, if they overrun the country. -Where is Master Benson, I say?”</p> - -<p>“He is gone to Trenton,” declared one -of the frightened women. “There is no -man here but Colonel Knowles’ servant.”</p> - -<p>“Then he is here yet?” cried the boy, and -pushing through the group of women, he -entered the long hall which ran through the -inn from the kitchen to the main entrance. -His coming had evidently disturbed the -guests. Colonel Knowles stood in the hall -by the parlor door, a candlestick held above -his head that the light might be cast along -the passage, his daughter, clinging to his -sleeve, stood behind him.</p> - -<p>“Whom have we here?” demanded the -British officer.</p> - -<p>“It is Hadley Morris, father!” exclaimed -the girl, first to recognize the youth.</p> - -<p>Hadley approached without fear, for his -indignation was boundless. “It is I, -Colonel Knowles,” he said, his voice quivering -with anger. “I have come back just in -time to find that, unable to bring my uncle -to such terms as you thought right, you -have set Brace Alwood and his troop of -villainous Tories upon the old man. But -I tell you, sir, I will arouse the neighborhood, -and if Uncle Ephraim is injured, you -shall be held responsible!”</p> - -<p>The officer took a stride forward and -seized the boy by the arm. He waved the -crowd of women back. “Return to your -work!” he commanded. “Mistress Benson, -call William.” Then he said to -Hadley: “Master Morris, step into the -parlor here and tell me what you mean. -I am in the dark.”</p> - -<p>Hadley began to think that perhaps he -had been too hasty in his judgment. He -stepped within the room. He did not speak -to the officer’s daughter, but she stared at -him with wide open, wondering eyes. -Then in a few sentences he told how he had -discovered the plot against his uncle.</p> - -<p>“Who are these Alwoods?” demanded -the Colonel, when he had finished.</p> - -<p>“Alonzo Alwood is the boy who came -here once to see you, father,” Lillian interposed, -before Hadley could reply. “Do -you not remember? He told you that -Master Morris was about to carry dispatches -to Mr. Washington again, and -asked you to help stop him in his journey.”</p> - -<p>“Ah!” exclaimed Hadley. “He did try -to halt me. But your servant, sir, stopped -him. Have I to thank—?”</p> - -<p>“Mistress Lillian, sir,” said the Colonel, -shortly, but a smile quivered about his -mouth. “I am in the enemy’s country, as -you advised me once, Master Morris, and -I would not be a party to the young man’s -plan. So this Brace Alwood is his -brother?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“And they connect my name with their -raid upon that—that old man?”</p> - -<p>“They do, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Then to prove to you, Master Morris, -that I am not in their confidence, or they -in mine, I will ride back with you.” At -the instant the man-servant entered. -“William, saddle my horse and one of the -bays for yourself—instantly! I will join -you at once, Master Morris. If you -have other men in the neighborhood on -whom you can depend in this emergency, -arouse them.”</p> - -<p>Hadley, feeling that his impulsiveness -had caused him to accuse Colonel Knowles -wrongfully, ran out again without a word. -While William, as silent as ever, saddled -the officer’s black charger and another animal -for himself, the boy took the saddle off -Black Molly and threw it upon one of the -other horses in the stable. Then he clattered -over to the nearest neighbor’s house -and routed out the family. But the only -men folk at home were two half-grown -boys, and when their mother learned that -there were Tories in the neighborhood she -refused to allow them to leave her and the -younger children. So he rode on to the -next homestead and brought back with him -to the inn but one man to join the party. -Colonel Knowles and his servant were -awaiting their coming in the road before -the door of the Three Oaks.</p> - -<p>“Lead on, Master Morris!” commanded -the officer. “You know the way by night -better than I.”</p> - -<p>“But there are only four of us,” began -Hadley, doubtfully.</p> - -<p>“We can wait for no more if what you -have told me is true. They will be attacking -the old man by now.”</p> - -<p>The quartette rode off at a gallop and -little was said until they turned into the -farm path which led through the pastures -and fields to the Morris homestead. Then -the neighbor was riding nearest Hadley’s -side and he whispered: “Hey, Morris, suppose -this should be a trap? Suppose the -Britisher should be playing us false?”</p> - -<p>Hadley tapped the butt of the pistol beneath -his coat. “Then he’ll get what’s in -this first—and do you take William,” the -boy whispered. “But I do not believe -Colonel Knowles will play us false. These -Tory blackguards are nothing to him.”</p> - -<p>The ring of the horses’ hoofs announced -their coming before they were within shot -of the house, around which the rascals -under Brace Alwood had assembled. But -no shots were fired, for Colonel Knowles -was ahead and his mount was recognized -by Lon in the light of the huge bonfire -which had been built in front of the farmer’s -door. Part of the Tories were already -inside the house, ransacking the -dwelling from cellar to garret, while -Ephraim was tied hard and fast to one of -his own chairs, and Brace Alwood, with -cruel delight in the farmer’s terror, was -threatening to hold the old man’s feet in -the flames on the hearth if he did not divulge -the hiding place of his gold. Colonel -Knowles’ coming struck the entire party of -marauders dumb.</p> - -<p>“What are you doing here, you scoundrels?” -exclaimed the officer, almost riding -into the farmhouse in his rage, and laying -about him with the riding whip he carried.</p> - -<p>The men shrank away in confusion. -Even Brace Alwood, the bully, was cowed. -“The old miser’s got more money than is -good for him,” whined Alwood. “And his -nephew is off with the rebels—”</p> - -<p>“Sirrah!” exclaimed the colonel, sharply. -“Here is his nephew with me. And it matters -not what his nephew may be, in any -case; the man himself is for King George, -God bless him!—or so I understand.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes, Master!” squealed the farmer -from the chair where he was tied. “I am -for the king. I told these villains I was -for the king. It is an outrage. I cannot -help what my rascally nephew is—I am -loyal.”</p> - -<p>“And as for his money,” continued the -colonel, savagely, “you’d work hard and -long before you got any of it—and what -you got would likely not be his, but belong -to those whom he has robbed!” At that -Uncle Ephraim recognized his rescuer, and -he relapsed into frightened silence. “Come -out of that house and go about your business!” -commanded the officer. “Let me not -find any of you in this neighborhood in the -morning; and think not I shall forget this -escapade. Your colonel shall hear of it, -Alwood.”</p> - -<p>Somebody released the farmer from his -uncomfortable position, and he followed the -bushwhackers to the door, bemoaning his -fate. The men clattered out and, evidently -fearing the power of Colonel Knowles, hurried -away toward the river. When Uncle -Ephraim saw his woodpile afire, he rushed -out and began pulling from the flames such -sticks as had only been charred, or were -burning at one end, all the time railing at -the misfortune that had overtaken him. -The neighbor looked on a minute and then -said, brusquely:</p> - -<p>“I’ve little pity in my heart for such as -you, neighbor Morris—a man that will take -sides against his country.”</p> - -<p>“And I’ve little pity for you, either,” -Colonel Knowles declared, when the first -speaker had ridden away, “for you are a -dishonest old villain!”</p> - -<p>He and William wheeled their horses and -followed the bridle path back to the highway; -but Hadley, much troubled by what -he had heard, remained to help put out the -fire in the woodpile. His uncle did not -speak to him, however, but when the last -spark was quenched by the water which the -boy brought from the well, he went into -the house and, fairly shutting the door in -his nephew’s face, locked and barred it!</p> - -<p>“Well!” muttered Hadley, “I don’t need -a kick to follow that hint that my company’s -not wanted,” and he rode back to the inn, -feeling very sorrowful. Evidently his uncle -was angry with him. But more than all -else was he troubled by the words he had -heard Colonel Knowles address to Ephraim -Morris. The British officer had broadly -intimated that the farmer was a thief!</p> - -<p>On his return to the inn he was so tired -that he did not think of supper, and, instead -of going into the house, tumbled into his -couch in the loft and dropped to sleep -almost instantly. The next morning Master -Benson did not arrive, and the mistress -of the inn met Hadley with a very sour face -and berated him well for the manner in -which he had burst in upon her guests the -night before.</p> - -<p>“You are spending more than half your -time with Washington’s ragamuffin army,” -quoth she; “you’d better stay with them -altogether. I cannot have my guests disturbed -and troubled by such as you.”</p> - -<p>Hadley was inclined to take her berating -good-naturedly, for he knew at heart that -she was a kindly woman, and that, when -Jonas was at home, she would not dare talk -so. But she had really engaged a neighbor -to perform his tasks, and, learning that -Jonas was not expected back for a week or -more, Hadley saw that it was going to be -very unpleasant for him in the neighborhood -meanwhile. Even his uncle did not -care for his company, and he could not eat -the bread of idleness at the Three Oaks Inn. -There were three or four men starting to -join Washington’s forces, and he determined -to accompany them, sorry now that -he had returned at all.</p> - -<p>He did not feel at liberty to take one of -the Bensons’ horses this time, and so started -afoot for the vicinity of Philadelphia. The -roads were full of refugee families, and, -although he could not learn of any real -battle having been fought, the country people -had evidently lost all hope of Washington -staying the advance of the British. -Hadley and his comrades traveled briskly, -reaching the vicinity of Warren’s Inn early -on the morning of the 16th and joined General -Wayne’s forces just as the downpour -of rain which spoiled the operations of that -day began.</p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII<br /> -WITH “MAD ANTHONY” WAYNE</h3> -</div> - -<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>N this 16th day of September, the opposing -forces—Howe’s army led by -Lord Cornwallis and the Americans -by Anthony Wayne—met in conflict near -the Warren Inn. Since Brandywine, when, -because of Sullivan’s defeat, Washington -had been forced to retreat to Chester, the -armies had been maneuvering on the Lancaster -pike; but nothing more serious than -skirmishes had resulted. But this conflict -near the old inn was a close and sharp engagement, -and it would have been general -had not the rain which was falling become -a veritable deluge. The arms and ammunition -were rendered almost useless, and the -Americans had to retreat again.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp54" id="i_171" style="max-width: 40em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_171.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption">WAYNE QUICKLY RALLIED HIS MEN - </div> -</div> - -<p>Bitterly did Hadley Morris grieve as, -through the mud and downpour, he trudged -in the ranks of his countrymen. Somebody -sought him out on the march. It was Captain -Prentice, relieved for the time of his -command because of his wound; yet he had -been near all day to encourage the men and -was able still to wield his sword.</p> - -<p>“Eh, boy, I knew you would come back!” -he said, smiling. “Your blood’s up, and -you’ll not sit at peace in the chimney-corner -till this bloody war is settled one way or -’tother.”</p> - -<p>Hadley told him what had occurred at -his uncle’s house, and at the inn where he -worked. “You did right to come back to -fight with us,” Prentice said. “And you’ll -see fighting enough with ‘Mad Anthony.’ -Where he goes there is fighting always—that -is his business. And a braver or better -general does not command on our side, despite -the slanders that are told about him. -Ah, Hadley, these adventurers and politicians -with His Excellency are what keep -us back. They so fear to see a good man -win that they will do all they can to ruin -him. Why, do you know, they are trying -to throw some of the blame for Sullivan’s -blunder, down there at Brandywine creek, -upon Anthony Wayne, although he fought -with all the stubbornness a man ever displayed, -and held off Knyphausen and his -Hessians all day—until, in fact, he learned -of the defeat in his rear, and that the rest -of the army was retreating.</p> - -<p>“We were too busy ourselves that day, -Master Morris, to know much about what -went on excepting directly in front of us,” -Prentice continued, with a smile. “But -now that the matter is history, for history -is being made rapidly these days, we can -get at the truth pretty easily. Colonel Cadwalader, -who, by the way, has gone to -Philadelphia to look out for his private interests, -and several other officers, were discussing -the Brandywine engagement yesterday. -The colonel, naturally, is a strong -opponent of Sullivan and a warm adherent -of General Wayne, for the former has too -many political friends, and the latter is a -plain, out-and-out fighter. Wayne is a -Pennsylvania man, you know; has been a -farmer over near Easton ’most all his life—though -they do say he traveled north -once, surveying land. He is somewhere -about thirty-three years old now.</p> - -<p>“He brought his own regiment into the -army—the Fourth Pennsylvania,” continued -the captain, getting away from the real -matter under discussion, but holding Hadley’s -attention, nevertheless, “and he has -been advanced to brigadier-general for -conspicuous gallantry. They call him ‘Mad -Anthony’ and claim he is reckless and -thoughtless; but it’s a pity we haven’t more -such mad men in the army. You have seen -to-day how the troops love him and what -they will do for him. This handful of -muddy, half-starved creatures would charge -the whole of Howe’s army if Anthony -Wayne were at their head! Did you get -a glimpse of him to-day, Morris?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir. And I think him a fine figure -of a man,” declared the boy, enthusiastically.</p> - -<p>“He is that, indeed. A man of more -forceful facial expression I never saw, and -his dark eyes are always sparkling—either -in fun or with earnestness. Anthony -Wayne is an ‘all or nothing’ man—he is -never lukewarm, as are some of these fellows -who have obtained their commissions -from Congress. What if he does brag? -Why, Morris, if we’d done what he has, and -were masters of the science of war as he is, -we’d brag ourselves!”</p> - -<p>“But why do they try to drag him into -the trouble over the Brandywine defeat?” -queried the boy.</p> - -<p>“Why? Ask me why a mangy, homeless -cur always snarls at the heels of a dog that -is well bred. ’Tis always so. Jealousy is -at the bottom of all these cabals and plots -with which the army is troubled. Even His -Excellency is not free from the arrows of -their hate. And, as I tell you, Sullivan has -too many political friends. They wish to -attract attention from his mistakes to somebody -else, and they fall upon General -Wayne and call him reckless. Reckless, -forsooth! His fighting that day when he -faced those Hessians was marvelous.</p> - -<p>“Nobody,” pursued Prentice, warmly, -“unless it was His Excellency himself, -realized how exceedingly well placed my -Lord Howe’s troops were for defence on -the left bank of the Brandywine. Greene -selected our position—the position of the -main army. I mean, at Chadd’s Ford—and -it was well. Wayne was there. Sullivan, -as the senior Major-General, commanded -the left wing. Wayne’s line was three -miles long, and the farthest crossing, which -he did not cover, Sullivan was supposed to -watch.</p> - -<p>“You and I, Morris, were too busy in our -little corner to know these facts at that time. -But it has all come out now, and, just because -a certain Major Spear was either a -fool or a coward, Sullivan’s flank was -turned and the army routed.”</p> - -<p>“What had Major Spear to do with it?” -asked Hadley, interested despite the mud -and rain through which they continued to -plod.</p> - -<p>“I’ll explain. Early on the day of the -battle,—the 11th, you know,—Howe and -Cornwallis marched for the forks of the -Brandywine, where there are easy fords. -Evidently they intended to do exactly what -they did do—cross the river and march -down on our side, doubling Sullivan’s wing -back upon the main army. For a maneuver -in broad daylight it was childish; but it won -because of this man Spear.</p> - -<p>“Colonel Bland had been ordered to cross -at Jones’ Ford to find out what the British -were about. He sent back word—there -can be no doubt of this, although Sullivan’s -friends have tried to deny it—that Cornwallis -was surely marching for the upper -crossings. His Excellency, learning of this -report, threw Wayne across the river to -attack Grant and Knyphausen, while Sullivan -and Greene were to engage the flanking -column of Britishers. Why, if things -had gone right, we’d have cut the two divisions -of the enemy to pieces!” declared -the captain, bitterly.</p> - -<p>“But it was not to be. A part of -Wayne’s troops had already forded the -river when this Major Spear, who had been -reconnoitering in the direction of the forks, -reported no sign of the enemy in that direction. -What the matter was with the -man I don’t know—nobody seems to know; -but Sullivan should have known whether -he was to be trusted or not. The general, -on his own responsibility, halted his column -and sent word to His Excellency that the -first report of the British movements was -wrong—Cornwallis was not in the vicinity -of the Brandywine forks. Naturally this -put the Commander-in-Chief out, and, fearing -a surprise, he withdrew Wayne’s men -from across the river. The Hessians followed; -but they got no farther. Mad Anthony -held them in check.</p> - -<p>“While we were fighting so hard down -there by Chadd’s Ford, Sullivan was doing -nothing at all. About one o’clock, it seems, -a man named Cheney rode into Sullivan’s -division and reported that the British had -crossed the river and had reached the Birmingham -meeting-house. That was some -distance then on Sullivan’s right. But the -general still stuck to his belief in Major -Spear, and instead of sending out a scouting -party, put aside the report as valueless.</p> - -<p>“This ’Squire Cheney is something of a -man in his township—lives over Thornbury -way, they tell me—and it angered him to -be treated so superciliously by Sullivan. -So what does he do but spur on to headquarters -and inform General Washington -himself. The report could scarcely be believed -by the Commander-in-Chief and his -staff, and you cannot blame them. Everybody -knew how much depended on the day’s -action, and that Sullivan should make such -a terrible blunder was past belief.</p> - -<p>“Your friend Colonel Cadwalader told -me about it afterward. ‘If you doubt my -word, put me under arrest until you can -ask Anthony Wayne or Persie Frazer if -I am a man to be believed!’ said Cheney, -getting red in the face. The staff—some -of the young men, it seemed—had laughed -at the queer figure the old fellow cut on his -horse. ‘I’d have you know that I have this -day’s work as much at heart as e’er a one -of ye!’ quoth Cheney, and at that His Excellency -ordered a change of face, and part -of the army moved up to the support of -Sullivan.</p> - -<p>“You know what happened after that. -You saw the fugitives and the wounded -when you rode to Philadelphia, Hadley. -It was a sad day, and all because one man -made a mistake,—either foolishly or willfully,—and -another man did not consider -the fate of the first city in the land of sufficient -importance to have every report -brought to him corroborated. Sullivan -must bear the brunt of this thing,—as his -men bore the brunt of the enemy’s charge—because -he was in command at that end of -the line. But they’re trying to make out -that Anthony Wayne could have saved the -day with his troops had he wished. They’d -not talk so bold had they faced those -bloody Hessians as we did.”</p> - -<p>“It seems awful that there should be -friction in an army of patriots,” Hadley -said, thoughtfully. “They are all patriotic—they -all desire the freedom of the Colonies.”</p> - -<p>“What some of them desire it would be -hard to say,” declared Prentice, gloomily. -“And we are not patriots until we win. -We’re rebels now—and rebels we shall go -down into history unless the Great Jehovah -Himself shall strike for us and give us a -lasting victory over the British. I tell you, -boy, I am discouraged.”</p> - -<p>And it was a discouraged column of 1,500 -men who marched that night to Tredyfrrin, -where Wayne had been ordered by the -Commander-in-Chief “to watch the movements -of the enemy, and, when joined by -Smallwood and the Maryland militia, to cut -off their baggage and hospital trains.”</p> - -<p>On the 19th, after waiting in vain for -Smallwood’s reinforcements, Wayne again -crossed the river, and was, at Paoli, able to -advance within half a mile of Howe’s encampment. -He reported to General Washington -that the enemy was then quietly -washing and cooking. The British seemed -to consider this advance on Philadelphia -more in the light of a picnicing party than -anything else. To his commander, however, -Wayne said that the enemy was too -compactly massed to be openly attacked by -his small force, and begged that the entire -army might come to his aid and strike a -heavy blow. But neither Smallwood’s -brigade nor any other division of the American -forces arrived to aid the little party at -Paoli on that day, nor the one following.</p> - -<p>Scouts brought in the tale that Howe was -about to take up his line of march, and so, -as the night of the 20th drew near, Wayne -determined to attack in any case, reinforcements -or not. The watchword that night in -the American camp was, “Here we are and -there they go!” and the troops were eager -to follow their beloved leader into the very -heart of the British encampment. It was -believed that the night attack was unsuspected -by the British, but it proved later -that vigilant Tories had wormed the information -from somebody on Wayne’s staff -and hastened with it to the British camp.</p> - -<p>So confident was Wayne that his plans -were unsuspected that, when informed by -a friendly citizen, between nine and ten in -the evening, that a boy of the neighborhood, -who had been in the British camp during -the day, had overheard a soldier say that -“an attack on the American party would be -made during the night,” Mad Anthony -would not credit it. It did not seem probable -that if such an attack was being considered -by the British leaders, it would be -common camp talk.</p> - -<p>However, believing that surplus precaution -would do no harm, he multiplied his -pickets and patrols and ordered the troops -to repose on their arms, and, as it was then -raining, made the men put their ammunition -under their coats. He was thus prepared to -meet an attack or withdraw, as circumstances -might direct.</p> - -<p>Ere this, Captain Prentice had been sent -to headquarters, almost by force, indeed, -because his wound had become inflamed, -and Hadley, being simply a volunteer, was -obliged to take pot-luck where he found it, -and was even without a blanket or pouch -in which to carry his rations. He would -have been more comfortable on picket duty -that night, only volunteers were not trusted -in such serious matters; and perhaps, if -he had been, the youth would not have -gotten out of the terrible engagement -alive.</p> - -<p>Somewhere about eleven o’clock, rumor -had it that the British were on the move. -Wayne believed that the enemy would -attack his right flank, and immediately ordered -Colonel Humpton, his second in command, -to wheel his line and move off by -the road leading to the White Horse Tavern. -Meanwhile, General Gray, in command -of three British regiments and some -dragoons with Tory guides, approached -Paoli. The British were ordered to withhold -their fire and to depend altogether on -the bayonet. At midnight, two hours -before the time fixed for his own advance -on Howe’s force, Wayne learned that his -pickets had been surprised.</p> - -<p>Colonel Humpton had not obeyed, nor -did he do so until the third order reached -him. The artillery moved without loss or -injury, but the remainder of the army was -in confusion, and, when charged by the -British, the affair became almost a rout. -An English officer who was present at the -attack afterward wrote:</p> - -<p>“It was a dreadful scene of havoc. The -Americans were easily distinguished by the -light of the camp fires as they fell into line, -thus offering Gray’s men an advantage. -The charge was furious, and all Wayne’s -efforts to rally his men were useless. They -were driven through the woods two miles, -and nearly a hundred and seventy men were -killed.”</p> - -<p>With those about him, inspired as they -were with fear of the bayonet, and confused -by the darkness, Hadley Morris ran blindly -through the woods to escape the death -which followed him. The awful sabre-like -bayonets of the British muskets he did -escape; but a half-spent ball imbedded itself -in the flesh of his leg above the knee and -brought him at last to earth. The others -streamed by and left him. He feared he -would be captured and perhaps sent to the -prison hulks in New York Bay; but both -pursued and pursuer passed him by, and he -was saved in the darkness.</p> - -<p>He could not travel with the ball in his -leg, and so he lay down again under some -bushes, and, despite the wound and his -fright, dropped off into slumber, and slept -just as soundly as he would had war and -bloodshed been farthest from his thoughts.</p> - -<p class="allsmcap">[TO BE CONTINUED]</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>Education is a better safeguard of liberty than a standing army. -</p> -<p class="right">—<i>Edward Everett.</i> -</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak sans-serif" id="MIDSUMMER_DAYS">MIDSUMMER DAYS - </h2> - -<p class="smcap h2sub">By Julia McNair Wright</p> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE production of seed is the chief -object of plant life. Upon this depends -the continuance of the vegetable -world, and therefore all animal existence. -From the elephant to the mouse, -from the whale to the minnow, from the -eagle to the humming-bird, life is conditioned -upon the constant return of “the -herb-bearing fruit whose seed is in itself.”</p> - -<p>In every minute particular the flower is -constructed to insure the production of -sound seed. The first form of this seed is -the tiny ovule in the germ. Ovules cannot -grow into seeds, unless they are brought in -contact with the pollen, which must arrive -at them by way of the stigma.</p> - -<p>The pollen of flowers is a most fine, delicate -dust. It must be conveyed without -injury in the most delicate manner. Many -flowers are exceedingly high up, as on -climbing vines, or growing on tree-tops, -peaks, or house-tops. Many other plants -are very low down, lying close to the -ground, as the bluets, chickweed, arbutus, -partridge-berry, and others. A large number -of plants are in positions inaccessible to -man or the larger animals.</p> - -<p>Man excepted, the larger animals seem -generally to have a destructive mission to -plants, devouring, breaking, or trampling -down. Men themselves are often ruthless -destroyers of beautiful plants, and seem -to care for and conserve only what concerns -human convenience.</p> - -<p>Here, then, we have the problem of plants -fixed in their places, needing carriers for -their pollen to distant plants of their own -kind, at the exact period of maturity. The -carriers must be able to go high or low, into -all manner of different localities; they must -be delicately made, so that they will not -injure the plants which they visit, capable -of carrying the frail pollen grains unharmed, -and they must have some object -of their own in these visitations, which shall -infallibly secure their doing of the work required. -Finally, let us remember that the -pollen of flowers is but seldom spread where -it is easy to secure it. The buttercup lavishly -expends a golden saucer of pollen; the -lily has a wide-open door, near which hangs -the antlers, like so many ready bells. On -the other hand, how long and narrow are -the throats of the morning-glories and -honeysuckles; how tiny are the tubes of -mint, thyme, and clover; how fast-closed is -the mouth of the snap-dragon; how narrow -the fox-glove’s throat. Pollen-carriers -must be able to secure the dust so jealously -kept, and must be afforded a reward for -their trouble.</p> - -<p>What form of animal life meets all these -conditions? But one—the insect. It is -generally light and delicate in structure, -active, winged; its life is conterminous with -that of flowers; they are spring and summer -guests. The slender shape and the long, -slim mouth organs of the insect can penetrate -and gently force open flower tubes and -the fast-shut lips of corollas; the velvet -coats and fine, waving antennæ will receive -and carry uninjured the precious dust, and -the insect habit of constant roaming from -bloom to bloom assures the accomplishment -of its important errand.</p> - -<p>Not all insects, but a few widely-distributed -families, are the chosen partners -of the flowers; these are the various tribes -of bees, moths, and butterflies, with some -help from a few others.</p> - -<p>“Nothing for nothing” seems to be a law -of nature. What does the flower offer to -the insect for its services as pollen distributer? -Honey, which is the chief food -of flying insects, also wax, and pollen for -its private use at home. The miller, we -know, takes toll from the flour he grinds.</p> - -<p>To secure insect visitants, the flower provides -honey; almost all flowers secrete some -dainty juices. As shopkeepers set up signs -to inform the public of their wares, so the -flowers hang forth signs; these are the brilliant -corollas, or parts highly colored which -take the place of -corollas.</p> - -<p>Another bid -for visits is -made by perfume, -which attracts -insects as -being generally -associated with -honey. Many -flowers have inconspicuous -corollas, -or are -hidden under -foliage, or so -placed as to risk -being neglected; -these call attention -by fragrance, -as the -mignonette, the -violet, or arbutus. -Others, as -the lilies, have -large and attractive -corollas, -yet add perfume -to size and -color, to insure -the securing of insect attention and help.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp62" id="i_180" style="max-width: 39.5em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_180.jpg" alt="Flowers with insects flying around them." /> - <div class="caption"><p>PLANTS AND THEIR PARTNERS</p></div> -</div> - -<p>Plants which depend upon moths, or any -night-flying insects, have usually strong -perfume and pale color, as white or light -lemon color, which can easily be seen in -twilight. The odor attracts the insect in its -direction; and on a nearer approach the -flower is seen.</p> - -<p>Most flowers have peculiarly bright -streaks, spots, or other markings, in the -direction of the honey, and the honey is -placed at the bottom of the stamens, thus -the insect is attracted just where he should -go. The tiger lily has its startling red spots; -the arum its lines of red and green; the -morning-glory its vivid stripes, the jonquil -its ruffled bi-colored crown, and the beauty-of-the-night -its bright purple centre.</p> - -<p>When the -pollen is ripe -for carrying, all -the parts of the -flower are at -their best: the -perfume is the -strongest, the -coloring the -brightest, the -nectar most -abundant.</p> - -<p>On these hot -July days, when -the sun draws -out the richest -fragrance and -lights up the -most brilliant -colors, watch -the bees and -butterflies. The -bee seeks the -clover on one -trip, mignonette -on another, -lilies on a third. -The butterflies -have no hive returning -to mark their work, but you can -count their visits, a dozen or more to -flowers of one kind before they investigate -the sweets of flowers of some other -kind.</p> - -<p>So, the plant’s partners, while gathering -honey for their daily needs, toil unthinkingly -to perpetuate the very flowers upon -which their existence depends.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<div class="bbox"> - <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_DAUGHTER">A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST - </h2> - <p class="smcap h2sub">By Evelyn Raymond</p> - </div> - - <h3> - CHAPTER XIV<br /> - <small>A Dead Water Tragedy</small> - </h3> - -<h4>SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.</h4> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>Brought up in the forests of northern Maine, and -seeing few persons excepting her uncle and Angelique, -the Indian housekeeper, Margot Romeyn knows -little of life beyond the deep hemlocks. Naturally -observant, she is encouraged in her out-of-door -studies by her uncle, at one time a college professor. -Through her woodland instincts, she and her uncle -are enabled to save the life of Adrian Wadislaw, -a youth who, lost and almost overcome with hunger, -has been wandering in the neighboring forest. To -Margot the new friend is a welcome addition to her -small circle of acquaintances, and after his rapid -recovery she takes great delight in showing him the -many wonders of the forest about her home. -But finally, after many weeks, the uncle decides, -because of reasons which will be known later, that -it would be better for Margot if Adrian left them. -Accordingly, he puts the matter before the young -man, who, although reluctant to leave his new -friends, volunteers to go. Under the guidance of -Pierre Ricord, a young Indian, the lad sets out for -the nearest settlement. Once in the woods, however, -they decide to remain there for a while. During -their wanderings the two had become separated -for a time and then it is that Adrian hears a noise -which makes his pulse beat faster. It is the call of -a moose.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">B</span>UT Pierre, also, had heard that distant -“Ugh-u-u-ugh!” and instantly paused.</p> - -<p>His own anxiety was lest Adrian -should not hear and be still. Fortunately, -the wind was in their favor and the sensitive -nostrils of the moose less apt to scent -them. Having listened a moment, he -dropped his pack so softly that, heavy as it -was, it scarcely made the undergrowth -crack. His gun was always loaded, and, -now making it ready for prompt use, he -started back toward his companion. The -Indian in his nature came to the fore. His -step was alert, precise, and light as that of -any four-footed forester. When within -sight of the other lad, listening and motionless, -his eye brightened.</p> - -<p>“If he keeps that way, maybe—Ah!”</p> - -<p>The moose call again, but farther off. -This was a disappointment, but they were -on good ground for hunting and another -chance would come. Meanwhile, they -would better make all haste to the thoroughfare. -There would be the better place, -and out in the canoe they’d have a wider -range.</p> - -<p>“Here, you. Give me the boat. Did -you hear it?”</p> - -<p>“Did I not? But you had the gun!”</p> - -<p>“Wouldn’t have made any difference if -you’d had it. Too far off. Let’s get on.”</p> - -<p>Adrian lifted the pack and dropped it in -disgust. “I can’t carry that load!”</p> - -<p>Pierre was also disgusted—by the other’s -ignorance and lack of endurance.</p> - -<p>“What you don’t know about the woods -beats all. Haven’t you seen anybody pack -things before? I’ll show you. When -there’s big game handy is no time to quarrel. -If a pack’s too heavy, halve it. Watch -and learn something.”</p> - -<p>Pierre could be both swift and dexterous -if he chose, and he rapidly unrolled and -divided the contents of the cotton tent. -Putting part into the blanket, he retied the -rest in the sheeting, and now neither bundle -was a very severe tax.</p> - -<p>“Whew! What’s the sense of that? It’s -the same weight. How does ‘halving’ it -help?”</p> - -<p>Pierre swung the canoe upon his head -and directed:</p> - -<p>“Catch hold them straps. Carry one a -few rods. Drop it. Come back after the -other. Carry that a ways beyond the first. -Drop it. Get number one. All time lap -over, beyond, over, beyond. So.”</p> - -<p>With a stick he illustrated upon the -ground, and, wasting no further time nor -speech, clasped his gun the tighter under his -arm and trotted forward again.</p> - -<p>Adrian obeyed instructions, and though it -seemed, at first, a waste to go back and -forth along the carry as he had been directed, -found that, in the end, he had accomplished -his task with small fatigue or -delay.</p> - -<p>“Another bit of woodcraft for my knowledge -box. Useful elsewhere, too. Wish I -could get through this country as fast as -Pierre does. But he’ll have to wait for me, -anyway.”</p> - -<p>For a time Adrian could easily trace the -route of his guide by the bruises the canoe -had given the leaves and undergrowth; but -after a while the forest grew more open and -this trail was lost. Then he stopped to consider. -He had no intention of losing himself -again.</p> - -<p>“We are aiming for the south. Good. -All the big branches of these hemlocks point -that way—so yonder’s my way. Queer, -too, how mossy the tree trunks are on the -north side. I’ve heard that you could -drop an Indian anywhere, in any forest, and -he’d travel to either point of the compass -he desired with nothing to guide him but -his instinct. Wish I was an Indian! -Wish, rather, I had my own compass and -good outfit that went over in my canoe. -Hurrah! There’s a glimmer of water. -That’s the thoroughfare. Now a dash for -it!”</p> - -<p>Adrian was proud of his new skill in finding -his way through a trackless forest, but, -though he duly reached the stream, he could -not for a time see anything of Pierre. He -did not wish to shout, lest the moose might -be near and take fright, but at last he did -give a faint halloo, and an answer came at -once. Then a boat shot out from behind a -clump of alders and made down the river -toward him.</p> - -<p>The current was swift and strong, and -there was considerable poling to be done -before it touched the shore and Pierre -stepped out.</p> - -<p>“I’ve been looking round. This is as good -a place to camp to-night as we’ll find. -Leave the things here, and might as well -get ready now. Then we can stay out all -day and come back when we like.”</p> - -<p>“But I thought we were to go on up thoroughfare. -Why stop here at all? Other -camping places are easy to find.”</p> - -<p>“Are they? Ask a few more questions. -Good many things go to making right sort -of camp. Dry ground, good water to -drink, firewood, poles—Oh! shucks! If -you don’t know, keep still and learn.”</p> - -<p>This was excellent advice, and Adrian -was tired. He decided to trust to the other -lad’s common sense and larger experience, -and, having so decided, calmly stretched -himself out upon the level bank of the -stream and went to sleep.</p> - -<p>Pierre’s temper rose still higher, and -after he had endured the sight of Adrian’s -indolence as long as possible he stepped to -the river and dipped a bucket of water. -Then he returned and quietly dashed it -over the drowsy lad. The effect was all -that Pierre desired.</p> - -<p>“What did you do that for?”</p> - -<p>“Take this axe and get to work. I’ve -chopped long enough. It’s my turn—or -would be, only I’m after moose.”</p> - -<p>Adrian realized that he had given cause -for offense and laughed good-naturedly. -His nap had rested him much more than -his broken sleep of the night under the -rocks, and the word “moose” had an inspiration -all its own.</p> - -<p>“I’ve cut the firewood. You get poles -for the tent. I’ll get things ready for -supper.”</p> - -<p>Adrian laid his hand dramatically upon -his stomach. “I’ve an inner conviction -already that dinner precedes supper.”</p> - -<p>“Cut, can’t you?”</p> - -<p>“Cut it is.”</p> - -<p>In a few moments he had chopped down -a few slender poles, and, selecting two with -forked branches, he planted these upright -on a little rise of the dryest ground. -Across the notches he laid a third pole, and -over this he stretched their strip of sheeting. -When this was pegged down at a convenient -angle at the back and also secured -at the ends, they had a very comfortable -shelter from the dew and possible rain. -The affair was open on one side, and before -this Pierre had heaped the wood for the fire -when they should return after the day’s -hunt. Together they cut and spread the -spruce and hemlock boughs for their bed, -arranging them in overlapping rows, with -an added quantity for pillows. Wrapped -in their blankets, for even at midsummer -these were not amiss, they hoped to sleep -luxuriously.</p> - -<p>They stored their food in as safe a spot -as possible, though Pierre said that nothing -would molest it, unless it might be a hungry -hedgehog; but Adrian preferred to take no -risks. Then, with knives freshly sharpened -on the rocks, and the gun in hand, they -cautiously stepped into the canoe and -pushed off.</p> - -<p>“One should not jump into a birch. -Easiest thing in the world to split the bottom,” -its owner had explained.</p> - -<p>Adrian had no desire to do anything -that would hinder their success, therefore -submitted to his guide’s dictation with -a meekness that would have amused -Margot.</p> - -<p>She would not have been amused by their -undertaking, nor its but half-anticipated -results. After a long and difficult warping-up -the rapids, in which Adrian’s skill -at using the sharp-pointed pole that helped -to keep the canoe off the rocks surprised -Pierre, they reached a dead water, with low, -rush-dotted banks.</p> - -<p>“Get her into that cove yonder and keep -still. I’ve brought some bark and I’ll make -a horn.”</p> - -<p>There, while they rested and listened, -Pierre deftly rolled his strip of birch bark -into a horn of two feet in length, small at -the mouth end, but several inches wide at -the other. He tied it with cedar thongs, -and, putting it to his lips, uttered a call so -like a cow moose that Adrian wondered -more and more.</p> - -<p>“Hm-m! I thought I was pretty smart, -myself; but I’ll step down when you take -the stand.”</p> - -<p>“Sh-h-h! Don’t move. Don’t speak. -Don’t breathe if you can help it.”</p> - -<p>Adrian became rigid, all his faculties -merged in that one desire to lose no -sound.</p> - -<p>Again Pierre gave the moose call, and—hark! -what was that? An answering cry, -a far-away crashing of boughs, the onrush -of some big creature, hastening to its -mate.</p> - -<p>Noiselessly Pierre brought his gun into -position, sighting one distant point from -which he thought his prey would come. -Adrian’s body dripped with a cold sweat, -his hands trembled, specks floated before -his staring eyes, every nerve was tense, -and, as Margot would have said, he was -a-thrill “with murder,” from head to foot! -Oh! if the gun were his, and the -shot!</p> - -<p>Another call, another cry, and a magnificent -head came into view. With horns -erect and quivering nostrils, the monarch -of that wilderness came, seeking love, and -faced his enemies.</p> - -<p>“He’s within range—shoot!” whispered -Adrian.</p> - -<p>“Only mad him that way. Sh! When -he turns—”</p> - -<p>“Bang! bang! bang!” in swift succession.</p> - -<p>The great horns tossed, the noble head -came round again, then bent, wavered, and -disappeared. The tragedy was over.</p> - -<p>“I got him! I got him that time! Always -shoot that way, never—”</p> - -<p>Pierre picked up his paddle and sent the -canoe forward at a leap. When there came -no responding movement from his companion -he looked back over his shoulder. -Adrian’s face had gone white, and the -eagerness of his eyes had given place to unspeakable -regret.</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter? Sick?”</p> - -<p>“Yes. Why, it was murder! Margot -was right.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, shucks!”</p> - -<p>Whereupon Pierre pulled the faster -toward the body of his victim.</p> - -<h3 id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV<br /> - <small>SHOOTING THE RAPIDS</small> - </h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HREE months earlier, if anybody had -told Adrian he would ever be guilty -of such “squeamishness,” he would -have laughed in derision. Now, all unconsciously -to himself, the influence of his -summer at Peace Island was upon him, and -it came to him with the force of a revelation -that God had created the wild creatures of -His forests for something nobler than to become -the prey of man.</p> - -<p>“Oh! That grand fellow! His splendidly -defiant, yet hopeless, facing of death! -I wish we’d never met him!”</p> - -<p>“Well, of all fools! I thought you -wanted nothing but a chance at him yourself.”</p> - -<p>“So I did, before I saw him. What if -it had been Madoc?”</p> - -<p>“That’s different.”</p> - -<p>“The same. Might have been twin -brothers. Maybe they were.”</p> - -<p>“Couldn’t have been. Paddle, won’t -you?”</p> - -<p>Adrian did so, but with a poor grace. -He would now far rather have turned the -canoe about toward camp, yet railed at himself -for his sudden cowardice. He shrank -from looking on the dead moose as only an -hour before he had longed to do so.</p> - -<p>They were soon at the spot where the -animal had disappeared, and, pushing the -boat upon the reedy shore, Pierre plunged -forward through the marsh. Adrian did -not follow, till a triumphant shout reached -him. Then he felt in his pocket and, finding -a pencil with a bit of paper, made his own -way more slowly to the side of his comrade, -who, wildly excited, was examining and -measuring his quarry. On a broad-leaved -rush he had marked off a hand’s width, and -from this unit calculated that:</p> - -<p>“He’s eight feet four from hoof to shoulder, -and that betters the King by six inches. -See! His horns spread nigh six feet. If -he stood straight and held them up, he’d be -fifteen feet or nothing! They spread -more’n six feet, and, I tell you, he’s a -beauty!”</p> - -<p>“Yes. He’s all of that. But of what -use is his beauty now?”</p> - -<p>“Humph! Didn’t know you was a -girl!”</p> - -<p>Adrian did not answer. He was rapidly -and skillfully sketching the prostrate animal, -and studying it minutely. From his -memory of it alive and the drawing, he -hoped to paint a tolerably lifelike portrait -of the animal; and a fresh inspiration came -to him. To those projected woodland pictures -he would add glimpses of its wild -denizens, and in such a way that the hearts -of the beholders should be moved to pity, -not to slaughter.</p> - -<p>But, already, that sharpened knife of -Pierre’s was at work, defacing, mutilating.</p> - -<p>“Why do that, man?”</p> - -<p>“Why not? What ails you? What’d we -hunt for?”</p> - -<p>“We don’t need him for food. You cannot -possibly carry those horns any distance -on our trip, and you’re not apt to come back -just this same way. Let him lie. You’ve -done him all the harm you should. Come -on. Is this like him?” and Adrian showed -his drawing.</p> - -<p>“Oh! It’s like enough. If you don’t -relish my job, clear out. I can skin him -alone.”</p> - -<p>Adrian waited no second bidding, but -strolled away to a distance and tried to -think of other things than the butchering in -progress. But at last Pierre whistled, and -he had to go back or else be left in the wilderness -to fare alone as best he might. It -was a ghastly sight. The great skin, -splashed and wet with its owner’s blood, -the dismembered antlers, the slashed-off -nose,—which such as Pierre considered a -precious tid-bit,—the naked carcass, and the -butcher’s own uninviting state.</p> - -<p>“I declare, I can never get into the same -boat with you and all that horror. Do leave -it here. Do wash yourself,—there’s plenty -of water,—and let’s be gone.”</p> - -<p>Pierre did not notice the appeal. Though -the lust of killing had died out of his eyes, -the lust of greed remained. Already he -was estimating the value of the hide, cured -or uncured, and the price those antlers -would bring could he once get them to the -proper market.</p> - -<p>“Why, I’ve heard that in some of the -towns folks buy ’em to hang their hats on. -Odd! Lend a hand.”</p> - -<p>Reluctantly, Adrian did lift his portion -of heavy horns and helped carry them to the -birch. He realized that the quickest way -of putting this disagreeable spot behind him -was by doing as he was asked. He was -hopeless of influencing the other by any -change in his own feelings, and wisely kept -silence.</p> - -<p>But they hunted no more that day, nor -did they make any further progress on their -journey. Pierre busied himself in erecting -a rude frame, upon which he stretched the -moose skin to dry. He also prepared the -antlers and built a sort of hut, of saplings -and bark, where he could store his trophies -till his return trip.</p> - -<p>“For I shall surely come back this same -way. It’s good hunting ground and moose -feed in herds. Small herds, course, but two -three make a fello’ rich. Eh?”</p> - -<p>Adrian said nothing. He occupied himself -in what Pierre considered a silly -fashion, sketching, studying “effects,” and -carefully cutting big pieces of the birch bark -that he meant to use for canvas. To keep -this flat during his travels was a rather difficult -problem, but finally solved by cutting -two slabs of cedar wood and placing the -sheets of bark between these.</p> - -<p>Whereupon Pierre laughed and assured -the weary chopper that he had had his -trouble for his pains.</p> - -<p>“What for you want to carry big lumber -that way? Roll your bark. That’s all -right. When you want to use it, put it in -water. Easy. Queer how little you know -about things.”</p> - -<p>“All right. I was silly, sure enough. -But thanks for your teaching. Maybe, if -you were in my city, I might show you a -thing or two.”</p> - -<p>Both lads were glad, however, when night -came, and, having cooked themselves a -good supper and replenished their fire, they -slept as only such healthy lads can sleep; to -wake at sunrise, ready for fresh adventures, -and with the tragedy of the previous day -partly forgotten, even by Adrian. Then, -after a hearty breakfast, they resumed their -trip.</p> - -<p>Nothing eventful occurred for some time -after. No more moose appeared, and, beyond -winging a duck or two and fishing -now and then, Pierre kept his hunting instincts -down. In fact, he was just then too -lazy to exert himself. He felt that he had -labored beyond all reason during the past -summer and needed a rest. Besides, were -not his wages steadily going on? If Adrian -was silly enough to paint and paint and -paint all day, this old tree and that mossy -stump, he was not responsible for another -man’s stupidity. Not he. The food was -still holding out, so let things take their -course.</p> - -<p>Suddenly, however, Adrian realized that -they were wasting time. He had made -sketches on everything and anything he -could find, and had accumulated enough -birch bark to swamp the canoe, should they -strike rough water; and far more than was -comfortable for him to carry over any portage. -So he one morning announced his intention -of leaving the wilderness and getting -back to civilization.</p> - -<p>“All right. I go with you. Show me -the town, then I’ll come back.”</p> - -<p>“Well, as you please. Only I don’t propose -to pay you any longer than will take -us, now by the shortest road, to Donovan’s.”</p> - -<p>“Time enough to borrow that trouble -when you see it.”</p> - -<p>But Pierre suggested that, as Adrian -wished to learn everything possible about -the woods, he should now take the guidance -of affairs, and that whenever things went -wrong, he, Pierre, could point the way. -He did this because, of late, he fancied that -his young employer had taken a “too top-lofty” -tone in addressing him; and, in truth, -Adrian’s day dreams of coming fame and -his own genius were making him feel vastly -superior to the rough woodsman.</p> - -<p>They had paddled over dead water to a -point where two streams touched it, and the -question rose—which way?</p> - -<p>“That!” said Adrian, with decision, -pointing to the broader and more southern -of the two.</p> - -<p>“Good enough.”</p> - -<p>For a moment the leader fancied there -was a gleam of malice in his hireling’s eye, -but he considered it beneath his notice and -calmly turned the canoe into the thoroughfare -he had chosen. It was wonderfully -smooth and delightful paddling. In all -their trip they had not found so level a -stream, and it was nothing but enjoyment -of the scenery that Adrian felt; until it -seemed to him that they had been moving -a long time without arriving anywhere. -“Haven’t we?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“Oh! we’ll get there soon, now.”</p> - -<p>Presently things began to look familiar. -There was one curiously-shaped, lightning-riven -pine, standing high above its fellows, -that appeared like an old friend.</p> - -<p>“Why, what’s this? Can there be two -trees, exactly alike, within a half-day’s rowing? -I’ve certainly sketched that old landmark -from every side, and—Hello! yonder’s -my group of white birches, or I’m -blind. How queer!”</p> - -<p>A few more sweeps and the remains of -the camp they had that morning left were -before them, and Pierre could no longer -repress his glee.</p> - -<p>“Good guide, you! Trust a know-it-all -for a fool.”</p> - -<p>“What does it mean?” demanded Adrian, -angrily.</p> - -<p>“Nothing. Only you picked out a run-about, -a little branch of river, that wanders -out of course and then comes home again. -Begins and ends the same. Oh! you’re -wise, you are.”</p> - -<p>“Would the other lead us right?”</p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“But it turns north. We’re bound -south.”</p> - -<p>“That’s no matter. Can’t a river turn, -same as run-about?”</p> - -<p>“I give up. You guide. I’ll stick to my -brush.”</p> - -<p>This restored affairs to the ground which -Pierre considered proper, and, having -paused long enough to eat a lunch, they set -out afresh. The new track they followed -ascended steadily, and it proved a difficult -stream to warp up; but the ascent was accomplished -without accident, and then the -surface of the land altered. Again they -reached a point where two branches met, -and Pierre explained that the waters of one -ran due north, but the other bent gradually -toward the south and in a little while descended -through one of the most dangerous -“rips” he had ever seen.</p> - -<p>“Only saw them once, either. When I -went as far as Donovan’s with the master, -year before last.”</p> - -<p>“Didn’t know he ever came so far from -the island.”</p> - -<p>“Why, he goes once every summer, or -fall, as far as that New York of yours. -Likely he’ll be going soon again.”</p> - -<p>“He does! Queer he never mentioned -it.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe. I’ve a notion, though, that the -things he don’t say are more important than -what he does. Ever shoot a rip?”</p> - -<p>“No. I’ve tried and failed. That’s how -I happened to get lost and wandered to Dutton’s.”</p> - -<p>“He’s the boss hand at it. Seems as if -the danger fired him up. Makes him feel -as I do when I hunt big game. He didn’t -need my help, only fetched me along to take -back some truck. That’s how he picked me -out to show you. He knew I knew—”</p> - -<p>“And I wish I knew—lots of things!”</p> - -<p>“One of ’em might be that round that -next turn comes the first dip. Then look -out.”</p> - -<p>The stream was descending very perceptibly, -and they needed no paddling to -keep them moving. But they did require -to be incessantly on the watch to guard -against the rocks which obstructed the current, -and which threatened the safety of -their frail craft.</p> - -<p>“You keep an eye on me and one on the -channel. It’ll take a clear head to carry -us through, and no fooling.”</p> - -<p>Adrian did not answer. He had no -thought for anything just then but the -menace of those jagged points; which -seemed to reach toward them as if to destroy.</p> - -<p>Nor did Pierre speak again. Far better -even than his silent companion could he -estimate the perils which beset them. Life -itself was the price which they would pay -for a moment’s carelessness, but a cool head, -a clear eye, and a steady wrist—these meant -safety and the proud record of a dangerous -passage wisely made. A man who could -shoot those rapids was a guide who might, -indeed, some time demand the high wages -Adrian had jeered at.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the channel seemed barred by -two opposing boulders, whose points lapped -each other. In reality, there was a way between -them, by the shortest of curves and -of but little more than the canoe’s width. -Pierre saw and measured the distance skillfully, -but he had not counted upon the opposing -force of the water that rushed -against them.</p> - -<p>“Look—out! Take—”</p> - -<p>Behind the right-hand rock seethed a -mighty whirlpool, where the river, speeding -downward, was caught and tossed back -upon itself, around and around, mad to -escape yet bound by its own power.</p> - -<p>Into this vortex the canoe was hurled, to -be instantly overturned and dashed to pieces -on the rock.</p> - -<p>On its first circuit of the pool, Adrian -leaped and landed upon the slippery boulder—breathless, -but alive! His hand still -clasped the pole he had been using to steer -with, and Pierre—? He had almost disappeared -within the whirling water, that -tossed him like a feather.</p> - -<p class="allsmcap">[TO BE CONTINUED]</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOURTH_OF_JULY">FOURTH OF JULY</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Fling out our banner to the breeze,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our glorious stripes and stars;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unfurl our flag, o’er land and seas—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our nation’s stars and bars!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The emblem of our birthright wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O’er hill, and vale, and plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till over every patriot grave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our flag shall float again.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We sing to-day a nation’s pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sung through an hundred years,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Yet pause to bless the brave who died,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And mingle smiles with tears;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For ’neath the hill and on the plain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fallen heroes sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And while we sing our glad refrain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their mem’ry still we keep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thanks be to Him who rules on high,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For this, our festal day—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who holds the sparrows as they fly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And guides a nation’s way;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May Freedom e’er maintain her cause,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unstained by passion’s wars,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Freedom e’er proclaim her laws</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath the stripes and stars.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="citation">—<i>W. F. Fox.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - <h2 class="nobreak" id="Wood-Folk_Talk"><i>Wood-Folk Talk</i> - </h2> - </div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p class="h2sub">By J. ALLISON ATWOOD</p> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<h3>AUK’S MYSTERY.</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">W</span>ITHOUT doubt most persons, should -we ask them where Auk might -be found, would laugh at us. -“Auk?” they would say; “why he’s been -dead for over half a century.” This seems -very likely, since he has been neither seen -nor heard of for a long time. But let me -whisper a word in your ear: “Auk is still -alive.” But why should he hide this way? -Well, there is a very good reason for it, as -you will see.</p> - -<p>To our mind Auk was badly treated. He -was certainly not to blame for being unattractive: -neither was it his fault that he was -clumsy. He had lived on the shore of the -Great South Bay for years, and supported -himself comfortably by his industry. But -he was kept from making friends by his -awkward manners. It is easy enough for -us to see the meaning of the word awkward -now, even if it is spelled with a “w” instead -of a “u,” but that is of little importance.</p> - -<p>Auk was a fisherman, and all his time, -when not resting, was spent on the water. -Although, as we have said, he was clumsy -on land, Auk was a very graceful swimmer. -More than that, he could stay under the -water a long time, so that few fish, indeed, -escaped him. This, of course, made many -birds dislike him. They feared that there -would be no fish left for them. To avert -this danger, the Heron family, Tern, and -most of the Gulls—all, in fact, except -Black-head, who was too happy to quarrel -with anyone—called a council. They would -get rid of Auk.</p> - -<p>On the water, they knew, they could not -harm him in the least: he was far too good -a swimmer for that. But on the land he -would be at their mercy. As every one -knows, Auk could not fly. He had been -growing too heavy of late years.</p> - -<p>So Tern proposed that the birds wait -until night, when it was Auk’s habit to go -back on the shore quite a way from the -water to sleep. If they attacked him there -he would be an easy prey.</p> - -<p>As soon as the sun had gone down Auk’s -enemies gathered on the shore just below -the long sand-bar. About dark Sandpiper -at the suggestion of Night-Heron, stole -quietly along the shore to learn if Auk was -asleep. It took him but a few minutes to -reach the spot where the great bulky fellow -rested while sitting bolt upright. So excited -was Sandpiper that his heart beat -wildly, and he had hardly gotten half way -back when he called out to his friends, -“Asleep! Asleep!”</p> - -<p>Now Auk, even when in a sound slumber, -always kept his ears wide open. That’s -how he happened to hear Sandpiper’s -piping voice telling the other birds that he -was asleep. At first he thought he had -been dreaming, but when he saw the dark -forms down on the sand-bar he realized the -truth and knew that he was in peril.</p> - -<p>Greatly frightened, Auk hurried to the -water, as was his habit in all danger. It -was well he did, for, in the next instant. -Blue Heron, Tern, and a host of others -came flying swiftly toward him. In another -moment Auk dived headlong into the -sea and swam rapidly away, while his enemies -stood on the shore crying out in their -disappointment.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Years passed and Auk was forgotten. -Everyone supposed that he had long ago -fallen prey to some enemy. Then, one -night, Birdland was astonished. Night-Heron -had been to the far north for some -time past. Suddenly he came bursting in -upon them. His eyes were wide open with -wonder. All he could say was the word -“Quok! Quok!” which everyone knew -was his way of saying “Auk,” Night-Heron -being slightly tongue-tied. After -he had gotten over his excitement the birds -learned of his trip to Granite Island. -Whom do you suppose he found there? It -was no less a person than Auk.</p> - -<p>At first folks thought Night-Heron’s -mind had been wandering. But when he -became calmer, and related his discovery, -they could no longer refuse to believe him. -All the old anger of the fishing birds -seemed to arouse itself again. For years -and years they had thought Auk was dead, -and now they learned that he was still living -and probably laughing at their stupidity.</p> - -<p>Quickly gathering together, they started -north. This time he would not escape -them. It took many days of tiresome -flight, but at last they could see Granite -Island in the dim distance ahead of them. -As they drew near, their anger increased -and their cries cut the air. Just try to -imagine their feelings then, when, upon -nearer approach, they found that Auk was -not there.</p> - -<p>The truth was that Black-head had flown -ahead of the party and warned Auk of his -danger. Now he was circling high in -air, and every now and then he would break -out in laughter: “Gone! Ha! ha! ha! -Gone! Ha! ha! ha!”</p> - -<p>But this defeat only hardened the purpose -of the fishing birds. They still continue -to hunt for Auk. Watch any of -them if you will while on the sea-shore. -See how tirelessly Tern is searching as he -skims over wave after wave. Will he ever -find Auk? At any rate, he will not give up. -But then, when we think of the broad expanse -of the Great North Ocean, and its -many rocky islands, we cannot but feel that -Auk is pretty safe after all. He has found -a good hiding-place somewhere.</p> - -<p>You who have been believing that Auk -has been extinct for half a century, now -know that it is not so. But where is he? -There is only one whom you can ask: that -is Black-head. He will tell you nothing. -Try it and see. His only reply is a laugh: -“Gone! Ha! ha! ha! Gone! Ha! ha! ha!”</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Nay, speak no ill; a kindly word</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Can never leave a sting behind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, oh, to breathe each tale we’ve heard,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is far beneath a noble mind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For oft a better seed is sown</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By choosing thus a kindlier plan;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Then if but little good we’ve known,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let’s speak of all the good we can.</div> - <div class="citation">—<i>Anonymous.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - - <div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_190" style="max-width: 69.625em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_witheditor.jpg" alt="WITH THE EDITOR" /> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WITH_THE_EDITOR">WITH THE EDITOR - </h2> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE is no holiday which appeals so -directly to the boy as does the Fourth -of July. Easter with its spirit of -hopefulness, Thanksgiving with its bounty -of turkey, or even Christmas with all its -cheer and good will, does not, for some -reason, reach the same depths of the boy -nature as does the boom and sizz of fire -crackers. There is something of the savage -in him which delights in this almost barbaric -method of commemorating the courage of -his forefathers; for the Fourth of July is -pre-eminently a day of courage.</p> - -<p>Without doubt we all admire bravery, -but, while we are honoring those who so -willingly exposed themselves to the bullet -and bayonet, let us not lose sight of that -courage which, though silent, was in reality -the strength of the American Revolution—the -courage born of conviction. It was -this spirit which spoke through Richard -Henry Lee when he proposed that the -United Colonies, with a few poorly-armed -troops, should renounce their allegiance to -the most powerful nation in the world. It -was this which prompted John Adams to -second the movement in Congress, and -there, by his eloquence, to uphold it day -after day in the face of an opposition so -strong that Jefferson compared it with the -ceaseless action of gravity.</p> - -<p>The desire for independence was not bred -of impulse. No one foresaw the danger of -thus defying England more clearly than -those who cried out for the separation. -They knew that it would expose them, individually -and collectively, to all the penalties -of treason. But they had become convinced -that it was right, and, to them, that fact was -sufficient.</p> - -<p>Seemingly there is something of elasticity -in this moral courage which leaps over obstacles -before which mere physical courage -would halt. Under the warmth of this -spirit, with the strength of Patrick Henry, -John Adams, and Thomas Jefferson behind -it, the opposition slowly melted away, until, -on July 4, 1776, the entire body declared for -the Declaration.</p> - -<p>The representatives of the thirteen colonies -had assembled in the old State House -at Philadelphia. An anxious throng, from -far and near, had gathered about the rough -brick walls, for within was being discussed -the momentous question of their liberties. -Of a sudden, the ponderous bell overhead -awoke and sent its pealing echoes from -river to river, and at the same instant, as -from one voice, a wild, excited cheer burst -forth from the crowd below, to be taken up -in every city in the land. Thus, in one of -the darkest hours of their history, the colonies -had declared themselves independent -of a nation which had considered them all -but conquered.</p> - -<p>Now, when we celebrate the one-hundred-and-twenty-sixth -anniversary of our country’s -birth, let us remember and honor those -who made it possible. There is still, and -will ever be, a call for the same moral courage -which, in the face of such overpowering -obstacles, built our nation. Not only on the -Fourth of July, but during every day of the -year, let us keep their example before us.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="EVENT_AND_COMMENT">EVENT AND COMMENT</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<h3>Seventeen-Year “Locust”</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">An</span> occurrence sufficiently rare to awaken interest, -which has taken place during the past -month, is the arrival of the seventeen-year cicada, -commonly, though improperly, termed locust.</p> - -<p>These insects, which since the year 1885 have -spent their entire lives in the ground, have, during -the past six weeks, appeared in great numbers -in various localities throughout the country.</p> - -<p>In any of these areas, if we observe the ground -closely, we will see it dotted here and there with -small holes. Through these the cicadas, after -living underground for seventeen years, have -now made their way to the surface. Here, with -the shedding of the old shell, they take on a pair -of wings, and after a short but noisy life of perhaps -six weeks, they die. But in the meantime -they have laid the eggs which insure a future -brood of cicadas.</p> - -<p>The recording of the periodical visits of this -insect dates as far back as 1633, when, it is stated, -that a swarm was observed by the Puritans at -the Plymouth Colony in Massachusetts.</p> - -<p>For many years our knowledge of the cicada, -because of its underground habits, has been extremely -limited, but at a comparatively recent -date the Biological Survey at Washington has -made a series of careful investigations, resulting -in a very full history of the life and habits of this -curious insect.</p> - - <div class="figcenter"> - <img class="center" src="images/eac.jpg" alt="decoration" /> - </div> - -<p>Among other facts relating to the cicada, -brought out by the research, is that, as is the case -of many creatures of which we know little, the -damage done by it to agriculture has been -greatly overestimated.</p> - -<h3>The Boer War Ended</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">War</span> in South Africa was formally brought to -an end when, on May 31st, the Boer delegates at -Pretoria signed the documents containing the -terms of surrender.</p> - -<p>The war began on October 11th, 1899, and -has lasted two years seven months and twenty-one -days. It has cost England $1,200,000,000, -besides which they have suffered a loss of 21,966 -killed and 75,000 prisoners and wounded.</p> - -<p>The estimated loss of the Boers is 19,000 lives -and 40,000 captured.</p> - -<p>The greatest force of troops which England -had in the field at any one time was 280,000, while -estimates of the Boer army vary from 25,000 to -50,000.</p> - - <div class="figcenter"> - <img class="center" src="images/eac.jpg" alt="decoration" /> - </div> - -<p>The terms of peace allowed to the Boers are, -perhaps, the best ever offered to a conquered -people. Among its conditions are: Immunity -from war indemnity, the substitution of representative -for military administration, and a gift -of fifteen millions of dollars for the re-stocking -of their farms.</p> - -<h3>The Cuban Republic</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">On</span> May 20th, Governor-General Wood, according -to his instructions from the President of -the United States, turned over to President -Palma and his Congress the government and -control of the island of Cuba.</p> - -<p>During the impressive ceremony President -Palma, amid the cheers of the spectators, expressed -his thanks to the Government of the -United States for the fulfillment of its pledges -and its kindly services to the new republic.</p> - -<p>According to the <i>Boston Herald</i>, “the American -flag was never more highly honored than -when it was hauled down by Governor-General -Leonard Wood from the Government building at -Havana.”</p> - - <div class="figcenter"> - <img class="center" src="images/eac.jpg" alt="decoration" /> - </div> - -<p>There is probably no parallel in history of this -act of the United States in which a nation, after -having won so rich a territorial prize in war, -eventually turned it over to its people for free -government.</p> - -<h3>The New Trains</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">One</span> of the most significant railway trials ever -held in this or any country was that recently -made between New York and Chicago, by the -special train of the Pennsylvania Railroad and -the “Twentieth Century” of the New York Central.</p> - -<p>Although the two trains went by widely separate -routes, they covered the required distance, -over nine hundred miles, in the same time to the -minute—19 hours and 57 minutes.</p> - -<p>This is three minutes less than the schedule -time allowed, and is fully three hours faster than -any speed previously made over the same course.</p> - - <div class="figcenter"> - <img class="center" src="images/eac.jpg" alt="decoration" /> - </div> - -<p>As these new trains are now regularly on the -schedules of their respective roads, the race will -hereafter be an every-day occurrence, and we -may look forward even to the lowering of this -record.</p> - -<h3>Foreign Immigration</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">During</span> the month of May the total number of -immigrants arriving at New York was between -85,000 and 90,000.</p> - -<p>This exceeds any monthly record for the past -twenty years. The majority of the new arrivals -were from Austria-Hungary, Italy, and Russia. -In a count of 51,000 immigrants it was found that -14,000 could neither read nor write.</p> - - <div class="figcenter"> - <img class="center" src="images/eac.jpg" alt="decoration" /> - </div> - -<p>Although at present this does not promise -much for the standard of American citizenship, -we can reasonably hope that in time our system -of education will convert their descendants, at -least, into very useful citizens.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - - <div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_192" style="max-width: 66.3125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_outofdoors.jpg" alt="OUT OF DOORS" /> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="OUT_OF_DOORS">OUT OF DOORS - </h2> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE great event at the recent intercollegiate -athletic meeting held in -New York, was the hundred-yard -run made by Duffy, Georgetown’s little -sprinter, who covered the distance in the remarkable -time of 9 3-5 seconds. This has -been a long-coveted speed among runners, -and is very likely to stand for some time as -the world’s record.</p> - -<p>The outcome of the meeting in points was -as follows: Harvard, 34; Yale, 30; Princeton, -27.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">A</span>T the time of writing interest in the -rowing world centers in the regatta -of the Inter-collegiate Rowing Association, -to be held at Poughkeepsie, on -June 21. Here Cornell, Columbia, Pennsylvania, -Wisconsin, Georgetown, and -Syracuse will enter eight-oar crews, in addition -to which the first three will make -entry in the four-oar contest. All but -Georgetown will also participate in the -Freshman race.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>ARSMEN in this country are interested -in learning that the -American Henley has been decided -upon as an annual feature in the rowing -world. This is the result of the meeting -of the American Rowing Association, -which held its session in New York on -May 10th.</p> - -<p>The event will be held annually in July -on the Schuylkill River, at Philadelphia, -and will be so arranged as not to interfere -with the schedules of the colleges, in order -that each one may be able to enter a crew.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">A</span>S the season of college base-ball -draws to a close the facts indicate -that Harvard has had the best -team in the field. Second to her, to the -surprise of many, comes the University of -Illinois, who has defeated Yale, Princeton, -and Pennsylvania, and was only beaten by -Harvard by a score of 2 to 1.</p> - -<p>Both Annapolis and West Point, considering -the difficulties under which they -practice, have made such a good showing -that we naturally look forward to their -taking a more prominent place on the diamond -in future.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>N spite of the fact that polo is only locally -well known in this country, it has already -taken a strong hold upon the -people. An evidence of this may be found -in the American team which went over to -London to compete with the best English -players. During their stay the visitors will -be royally entertained, and will remain in -England to observe the coronation.</p> - -<p>Interest in the games has been increased -because of the fact that they will be attended -by King Edward, who has always been an -enthusiastic supporter of the sport.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - - <div class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 66.6875em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_indoors.jpg" alt="IN-DOORS DECORATION" /> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN-DOORS">IN-DOORS - </h2> - -<h3>PARLOR MAGIC - </h3> -<p class="h2sub">By Ellis Stanyon - </p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>The first of this series of papers on Magic, commencing -with the March number, included directions -to the beginner for Palming and the Pass.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tricks with Handkerchiefs.</span>—For the -following experiments, you will require -three fifteen-inch silk handkerchiefs, an ordinary -small sliding match-box, a candle -in a candlestick, and a conjuring wand; -also a false finger and a conjuring pistol, -hereafter described.</p> - -<p>You prepare for the series of tricks by -rolling up one of the handkerchiefs very -small and pushing it into the match-box, -which you open about one inch for the purpose; -another is rolled up and placed behind -the collar on the left-hand side of the -neck; and the last is loaded into the false -finger and placed in the right-hand trousers -pocket. You are now ready to commence.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><span class="smcap">Handkerchief and Candle.</span>—“Ladies -and gentlemen, the following experiment -was suggested to me at the age of twelve, -while studying chemistry. I then learned -that all matter was indestructible. Proof -of this, as you are well aware, is afforded -with an ordinary candle. You may light -a candle at one end and let it burn to the -other, but you do not destroy the matter -of which it is composed. What really -takes place is the formation of new substances, -as hydrogen, carbon, water, etc., -which any of the text books on chemistry -will explain. I will, however, give you one -striking illustration.”</p> - -<p>Pick up the match-box and, while taking -a match therefrom, push the handkerchief -into the right hand, and throw the box -down on the table. Take the candle from -the candlestick and place it in the right -hand, which masks the presence of the handkerchief. -You now appear to take something -from the flame of the candle with the -left hand, which you close as if it really -contained an article. Open the hand -slowly, looking surprised to find that you -have failed and remark: “Well, really, I -cannot understand this. I am generally -successful with this trick. Oh! I know -what is the matter. You see, I am using -the left hand. If you do things left-handed -they can’t possibly be right. I will -try the right hand.” Saying this, you place -the candle in the left hand and immediately -produce the handkerchief from the flame, -closing the hand as before. It now only -remains for you to open the hand and develop -the silk slowly.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> -<p><span class="smcap">To Fire a Handkerchief into a Gentleman’s -Hair.</span>—For the purpose of this -trick you will have to make use of what is -known as a conjuring pistol, which, being -in constant use in magical surprises, I will -describe. It consists of an ordinary pistol -fitted with a conical tin tube eight inches -long. The mouth of this tube is about two -inches in diameter, and is supplied with a -tin cup one and one-half inches deep, having -its outer edge turned over all around so as -to afford a ready grip to the palm. The -conical tube is fitted with an inner tube to -keep it firm on the barrel of the pistol (Fig. -10).</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_fig10" style="max-width: 32.125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_fig10.jpg" - alt="Pistol with conical extension over barrel and cap for extension." /> - <div class="caption"><p><span class="smcap">Fig. 10</span></p></div> -</div> - -<p>Taking up the pistol, you place the two -handkerchiefs, which look like one, in the -cup; push them well down and remark: “I -shall now fire direct at the gentleman’s -head, and after the shot the handkerchief -will be found firmly imbedded in his hair, -and will, not unlikely, be seen protruding -from one of his ears. It just depends on -the force of the shot, you know, and I need -hardly say I loaded the pistol myself, and -am totally ignorant of firearms. Are you -ready, sir? Then good-by!” Place the -muzzle of the pistol in the left hand while -you shake hands with the gentleman. In -taking the pistol back into the right hand -to fire it, you leave the cup behind in the -left hand, and, at the instant you pull the -trigger, you drop it into the pocket on the -left side. When discharging the pistol you -will, of course, stand with your right side -to the audience.</p> - -<p>You now ask the gentleman to take the -handkerchief from his hair, telling him that -it is just behind his left ear; and, while he -is trying to find it, you stand with your -hands in your trousers pockets, telling him -to make haste, you cannot wait all evening. -When he has tried some time and failed to -find it, you take your hands from your -pockets, having got the false finger into -position between the second and third fingers. -Showing the hands back and front -(the addition of the extra finger will not -be noticed), you pass them several times -over the head of the gentleman, then, lowering -them to his head, you detach the finger -and draw out the handkerchief. The -false finger is then laid down on the table -under cover of the handkerchief.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_fig11" style="max-width: 31.3125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_fig11.jpg" alt="False finger." /> - <div class="caption"><p><span class="smcap">Fig. 11</span></p></div> -</div> - -<p>The finger is made of thin spun brass, -painted flesh color. It is quite hollow from -tip to root, and is shaped for fitting between -the second and third fingers (Fig. 11). It -can be used in many tricks, and is really an -indispensable accessory to the amateur -magician.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_194-deco" style="max-width: 36.1875em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_194-deco.jpg" alt="Decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 69.125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_oldtrunk.jpg" alt="The Old Trunk Decoration" /> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="Illustration_THE_OLD_TRUNK">THE OLD TRUNK - </h2> - -<p>The following are the names of the winners of -May puzzle contest:</p> - -<ul><li>Harrie C. Knightly, Randolph, Mass.</li> -<li>R. E. Williams, Bloomington, Ill.</li> -<li>Leslie W. Quirk, 614 Jefferson St., Madison, Wis.</li> -</ul> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<h3 class="smcap">Answers to June Puzzles.</h3> - -<p>1. Diamond, pearl, opal, topaz, ruby, amethyst.</p> - -<p>2.</p> - -<table class="square" summary="Puzzle Solution"> -<tr><td /><td /><td /> <td>O</td></tr> -<tr><td /> <td /> <td>A</td> <td>P</td> <td>T</td></tr> -<tr><td /> <td>A</td> <td>L</td> <td>T</td> <td>A</td> <td>R</td></tr> -<tr><td>O</td> <td>P</td> <td>T</td> <td>I</td> <td>C</td> <td>A</td> <td>L</td></tr> -<tr><td /> <td>T</td> <td>A</td> <td>C</td> <td>I</td> <td>T</td></tr> -<tr><td /> <td /> <td>R</td> <td>A</td> <td>T</td></tr> -<tr><td /> <td /> <td /> <td>L</td></tr> -</table> - -<p>3. Dewey.</p> - -<p>4. Systematic, phlegmatic, chromatic, acroamatic, -diplomatic, pragmatic.</p> - -<p>5. Rock-dock-lock-clock.</p> - -<p>6.</p> -<table class="square" summary="Puzzle Solution"> -<tr><td>S</td><td>A</td><td>L</td><td>A</td><td>D</td></tr> -<tr><td>A</td><td>L</td><td>I</td><td>C</td><td>E</td></tr> -<tr><td>L</td><td>I</td><td>V</td><td>R</td><td>E</td></tr> -<tr><td>A</td><td>C</td><td>R</td><td>I</td><td>D</td></tr> -<tr><td>D</td><td>E</td><td>E</td><td>D</td><td>S</td></tr> -</table> - -<p>7. “Practice makes perfect.”</p> - -<p>8. Lance.</p> - -<p>The first five perfect solutions were received -from:—</p> - -<p>Elizabeth Warren, Harry J. Sanford, Eleanor -M. Lavine, Mary Folsom Pierce, John L. Crawford.</p> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<h3 class="allsmcap">UNBOUNDED STATES.</h3> - -<p>The names of these states are mixed up. Can -you straighten them?</p> - -<ul><li>Nisniscow.</li> -<li>Naidnai.</li> -<li>Nitmanose.</li> -<li>Nicolraaif.</li> -<li>Nazoair.</li> -<li>Naaiiousl.</li> -</ul> -<p class="citation">—<i>Charles C. Lynde.</i></p> - -<h3 class="allsmcap">THE MENAGERIE.</h3> - -<p>In the following paragraph there are the names -of twenty animals—spelled backwards.</p> - -<p>It accidentally happens that the lumber now occasionally -found in oil regions every six or -seven years is such that no Occidental country -produces. I am sure editors so agree. So omitting -any explanation, I merely state the fact. -Tippoo-Tib bargains for all of it. Overflowing -with oil it is always in a bad muss. Oporto -is the place to which it is shipped. When it arrives -whole machines are made from it, giving, I -presume, employment to many persons who are -constantly on the go during business hours, the -parents and children working side by side. All -sorts of religionists there mix, Ebionites even -being found among them, who strive and fret -to make converts to their faith, and they, as those -at the Po let names weigh more than deeds. I -would not say this did I know it to be false.</p> - -<p class="citation">—<i>R. E. Williams.</i><br /> -</p> - -<h3 class="allsmcap">DIAMOND.</h3> - -<p>1, a consonant; 2, a serpent; 3, juvenility; 4, -consumed; 5, a consonant.</p> - -<p class="citation">—<i>Lillian C</i>——.<br /> -</p> - -<h3 class="allsmcap">A NOVEL ACROSTIC.</h3> - -<p>If the words indicated below be written one -beneath another, the finals will spell a national -holiday, and the initial letters will form the plural -of something which is used on that day.</p> - -<ul><li>A leaf of blank paper.</li> -<li>A dye.</li> -<li>A kind of ancient poetry.</li> -<li>Part of the head.</li> -<li>An animal.</li> -<li>A fresh water fish.</li> -<li>Likewise.</li> -<li>A leader.</li> -<li>A boy’s name spelled backwards.</li> -<li>A large bird.</li> -<li>A small brook.</li> -<li>Cunning.</li> -</ul> -<p class="citation">—<i>Katherine D. Salisbury.</i></p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<h2 class="nobreak bbox" id="WITH_THE_PUBLISHER"> -WITH THE PUBLISHER -</h2> - -<h3 class="gesperrt sans-serif">YOUTH</h3> - -<p class="center">An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls<br /> -<br /> -<strong>Edited by HERBERT LEONARD COGGINS</strong></p> -<hr /> -<p class="center bold">Single Copies 10 Cents Annual Subscription $1.00 - </p> -<p> -Sent postpaid to any address. 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We hope, too, that, in the -future, it will grow in size as well as in interest.</p> - -<h3><i>TO CONTRIBUTORS</i></h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> publishers of <span class="smcap">Youth</span> desire to state that -for a time, hereafter, they will be unable to examine -manuscripts submitted for publication, -except those to be entered in the Prize Competition. -Full particulars in regard to this offer -will be found in one of the advertising pages of -this issue.</p> - -<h3><i>50c. FOR TWENTY-FIVE NAMES</i></h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">Anyone</span> who will send us the names and addresses -of twenty-five of his friends, boys or girls, -and fifty cents additional, will receive a year’s -subscription to <span class="smcap">Youth</span>. The magazine will be -sent to any desired address. This is a very easy -way for any person, young or old, to obtain a -year’s subscription. 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The work can be done -after school hours, and on Saturdays and holidays. -The arrangement we make for doing the -canvassing renders the work very agreeable, and -the commission offered is so large that it cannot -fail to be an inducement.</p> - -<p>To such of our readers as would like to earn a -considerable sum of money with little effort, we -suggest that they send us their names and addresses, -and we will at once forward full particulars.</p> - -<h3><i>SPECIAL SUBSCRIPTION OFFER</i></h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">In</span> order to make it a substantial object for our -subscribers to interest themselves in extending -the circulation of <span class="smcap">Youth</span>, we have decided to -make the following special offer:</p> - -<p>For every new subscription sent us we will send, -free of all cost, one of any of the books named in -the accompanying list. These books are the -latest and best stories of the most popular writers -for boys and girls. They are beautifully illustrated -and handsomely bound. The regular price -of each book is $1.25. This is an exceptional -opportunity for any one to add to his library -with little effort, and we trust that a very large -number of our subscribers will quickly avail -themselves of this special offer. This, of course, -does not apply to those taking advantage of our -other subscription offers.</p> - -<table summary="Book List"> - <tr><td class="titleb">Earning Her Way</td> - <td class="authorb">By Mrs. Clarke Johnson<br /></td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Her College Days</td> - <td class="authorb">By Mrs. Clarke Johnson</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">A Maid at King Alfred’s Court</td> - <td class="authorb">By Lucy Foster Madison</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">A Maid of the First Century</td> - <td class="authorb">By Lucy Foster Madison</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">A Yankee Girl in Old California</td> - <td class="authorb">By Evelyn Raymond</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">My Lady Barefoot</td> - <td class="authorb">By Evelyn Raymond</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Dorothy Day</td> - <td class="authorb">By Julie M. Lippmann</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Miss Wildfire</td> - <td class="authorb">By Julie M. Lippmann</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">An Odd Little Lass</td> - <td class="authorb">By Jessie E. Wright</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">An Every-day Heroine</td> - <td class="authorb">By Mary A. Denison</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Uncrowning a King</td> - <td class="authorb">By Edward S. Ellis, A. M.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">At the Siege of Quebec</td> - <td class="authorb">By James Otis</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">In the Days of Washington</td> - <td class="authorb">By William Murray Graydon</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">On Woodcove Island</td> - <td class="authorb">By Elbridge S. Brooks</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Under the Tamaracks</td> - <td class="authorb">By Elbridge S. Brooks</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Wreck of the Sea Lion.</td> - <td class="authorb">By W. O. Stoddard</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Young Financier</td> - <td class="authorb">By W. O. Stoddard</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">True to His Trust</td> - <td class="authorb">By Edward S. Ellis, A. M.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Comrades True</td> - <td class="authorb">By Edward S. Ellis, A. M.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Among the Esquimaux</td> - <td class="authorb">By Edward S. Ellis, A. M.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Campers Out</td> - <td class="authorb">By Edward S. Ellis, A. M.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Young Gold Seekers.</td> - <td class="authorb">By Edward S. Ellis, A. M.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Andy’s Ward</td> - <td class="authorb">By James Otis</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Chasing a Yacht</td> - <td class="authorb">By James Otis</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Braganza Diamond</td> - <td class="authorb">By James Otis</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Lost Galleon</td> - <td class="authorb">By W. Bert Foster</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Exiled to Siberia</td> - <td class="authorb">By William Murray Graydon</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Lost Gold Mine</td> - <td class="authorb">By Frank H. Converse</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">A Cape Cod Boy</td> - <td class="authorb">By Sophie Swett</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">Making His Mark</td> - <td class="authorb">By Horatio Alger, Jr.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Young Boatman</td> - <td class="authorb">By Horatio Alger, Jr.</td></tr> - <tr><td class="titleb">The Odds Against Him</td> - <td class="authorb">By Horatio Alger, Jr.</td></tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<div class="transnote"> -<p>Transcriber’s Notes:</p> -<p>A number of typographical errors have been corrected silently.</p> -<p>Archaic spellings have been retained.</p> -<p>Irregular closing quotes were not modernized.</p> -<p>Page 191 number of 51,000 immigrants is unreliable as the “1” is unclear.</p> -<p>Spelling of “Seesame and Lilies” has been corrected to “Sesame and Lilies”.</p> -<p>Cover image is in the public domain.</p> -<p>Alt text for images are in the public domain</p> -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUTH, VOLUME 1, NUMBER 5, JULY 1902 ***</div> -<div style='text-align:left'> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will -be renamed. -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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. 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