• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Advertising
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 A hero: A story of the American...
 Kate Greenaway
 Jenny of swan's
 The critic
 How they celebrated
 A day with rags, tatters & Co.
 The runaway kings
 The lights of Paris
 Mr. Any-Time the Spaniard
 Benny's disappearance
 A summer noon soliloquy
 Some educated horses
 Bobby's business experience
 A letter to the rats
 The little gold miners of...
 The queen of Toloo
 The blind children's kindergar...
 The three margery daws
 The ginger-pop company
 The basket business
 Child Marian has a party
 Benny's wigwam
 My Arizona class
 When the gentians blow
 Mother's round table
 Eyes
 Two Persian schoolboys
 Bobette
 A bit of mending
 Omaha legends and tent-stories
 Katty's birthday
 Kenton's league with the sun
 The floral procession
 The castle of the winds
 A young alligator-catcher
 A little Texas nurse-girl
 How Elbridge Gray played "little...
 The hope works
 An odd family
 Ghost I have seen
 A little boy's nap in a cannon
 Captain Scampadoro
 Ralph's "cub"
 Johnny and little gray hen
 Levi's bedspread
 Charlie's first doughnut
 Another ghost
 Mother Goose times
 A boy sculptor
 The pumpkin giant
 The moon maid
 The isle of peace
 How Sin Hop went ashore
 The fairy bridge
 Our eversley dogs - Dandy, Sweep,...
 Some real darkey boys
 Joe Lambert's ferry
 The Christmas thrush
 Dolly's Christmas kettledrum
 Nelley's heroics
 A winter noon-rise
 The Christmas monks
 Speaking distinctly
 Granny
 A mercantile transaction
 The apothecary's valentine
 An adventure in Crusoe-land
 Evan Cogswell's ice port
 Naming the kitten
 Ellie's Holocaust
 Camp Hamperford
 Noblesse oblige
 Robin Hood's ghost
 Madam Gila
 Advertising
 Back Cover






Group Title: Wide awake pleasure book : gems of literature and art
Title: Wide awake pleasure book
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Title: Wide awake pleasure book gems of literature and art
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Berwick & Smith ( Printer )
Publisher: D. Lothrop Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Berwick & Smith
Publication Date: c1887
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Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1887   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
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Statement of Responsibility: by American authors and artists.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements on endpapers.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055372
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
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oclc - 29538862

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover
    Advertising
        Advertising 1
        Advertising 2
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Title 1
        Title 2
    A hero: A story of the American Revolution
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Kate Greenaway
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Jenny of swan's
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    The critic
        Page 12
    How they celebrated
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    A day with rags, tatters & Co.
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    The runaway kings
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    The lights of Paris
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Mr. Any-Time the Spaniard
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Benny's disappearance
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    A summer noon soliloquy
        Page 43
    Some educated horses
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    Bobby's business experience
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    A letter to the rats
        Page 58
    The little gold miners of the Sierras
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    The queen of Toloo
        Page 63
    The blind children's kindergarten
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    The three margery daws
        Page 70
    The ginger-pop company
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
    The basket business
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
    Child Marian has a party
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Benny's wigwam
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
    My Arizona class
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
    When the gentians blow
        Page 98
    Mother's round table
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
    Eyes
        Page 102
    Two Persian schoolboys
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    Bobette
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
    A bit of mending
        Page 114
    Omaha legends and tent-stories
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
    Katty's birthday
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
    Kenton's league with the sun
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
    The floral procession
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
    The castle of the winds
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
    A young alligator-catcher
        Page 141
        Page 142
    A little Texas nurse-girl
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
    How Elbridge Gray played "little boy blue"
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
    The hope works
        Page 151
        Page 152
    An odd family
        Page 153
    Ghost I have seen
        Page 154
        Page 155
    A little boy's nap in a cannon
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
    Captain Scampadoro
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
    Ralph's "cub"
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
    Johnny and little gray hen
        Page 171
        Page 172
    Levi's bedspread
        Page 173
        Page 174
        Page 175
    Charlie's first doughnut
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
    Another ghost
        Page 179
        Page 180
    Mother Goose times
        Page 181
    A boy sculptor
        Page 182
        Page 183
        Page 184
        Page 185
    The pumpkin giant
        Page 186
        Page 187
        Page 188
        Page 189
        Page 190
    The moon maid
        Page 191
    The isle of peace
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
        Page 195
        Page 196
        Page 197
    How Sin Hop went ashore
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
        Page 203
        Page 204
        Page 205
        Page 206
    The fairy bridge
        Page 207
    Our eversley dogs - Dandy, Sweep, Victor
        Page 208
        Page 209
        Page 210
        Page 211
        Page 212
        Page 213
    Some real darkey boys
        Page 214
        Page 215
        Page 216
        Page 217
        Page 218
    Joe Lambert's ferry
        Page 219
        Page 220
        Page 221
        Page 222
        Page 223
    The Christmas thrush
        Page 224
    Dolly's Christmas kettledrum
        Page 224
        Page 225
        Page 226
        Page 227
        Page 228
    Nelley's heroics
        Page 229
        Page 230
        Page 231
    A winter noon-rise
        Page 232
        Page 233
        Page 234
        Page 235
        Page 236
        Page 237
        Page 238
    The Christmas monks
        Page 239
        Page 240
        Page 241
        Page 242
        Page 243
        Page 244
        Page 245
    Speaking distinctly
        Page 246
        Page 247
    Granny
        Page 248
        Page 249
        Page 250
        Page 251
        Page 252
        Page 253
    A mercantile transaction
        Page 254
        Page 255
        Page 256
    The apothecary's valentine
        Page 257
        Page 258
    An adventure in Crusoe-land
        Page 259
        Page 260
        Page 261
        Page 262
        Page 263
        Page 264
    Evan Cogswell's ice port
        Page 265
        Page 266
    Naming the kitten
        Page 267
    Ellie's Holocaust
        Page 268
        Page 269
        Page 270
        Page 271
        Page 272
        Page 273
        Page 274
    Camp Hamperford
        Page 275
        Page 276
        Page 277
        Page 278
        Page 279
        Page 280
        Page 281
        Page 282
    Noblesse oblige
        Page 283
        Page 284
        Page 285
        Page 286
        Page 287
    Robin Hood's ghost
        Page 288
        Page 289
        Page 290
    Madam Gila
        Page 291
        Page 292
        Page 293
        Page 294
        Page 295
        Page 296
        Page 297
        Page 298
        Page 299
        Page 300
    Advertising
        Page 301
        Page 302
    Back Cover
        Cover
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A HERO.
(A Story of the American Revolution.)

BY MRS. FRANCES A. HUMPHREY.

T HEY were sitting by the great blazing wood- faithful keeper of the family in the absence of its
fire. It was July, but there was an east wind head, at work on an axe helve, while Bathsheba,
and the night was chilly. Besides, Mrs. Heath had or "Basha," as she was briefly and affectionately
a piece of fresh pork to roast. Squire Blake had called, was spinning in one corner of the room just
"killed" the day before-that was the term used within range of the firelight.
to signify the slaughter of any domestic animal for There was no other light-the firelight being suffi-
food-and had distributed the "fresh" to various cient for their needs-and it was necessary to
families in town, and Mrs. Heath wanted hers for economize in candles, for any day a raid from the
the early breakfast. Meat was the only thing to be royal army might take away both cattle and sheep,
had in plenty -meat and berries. Wheat and corn, and then where would the tallow come from for
and vegetables even, were scarce. There had been the annual fall candle-making ? There was a rumor
a long winter, and then, too, every family had sent -Abram had brought it home that very day-that
early in the season all they could possibly spare to the royal army were advancing, and red coats might
the Continental army. As to sugar and tea and make their appearance in Hartland at any time.
molasses, it was many a day since they had had Arthur and Dorothy were talking about it, as they
even the taste of them: turned the roasting fork.
The piece of pork was suspended from the ceiling "Wish I was a man," said Arthur, glancing
by a stout string, and slowly revolved before the fire, towards his mother, who was sitting in a low splint
Dorothy or Arthur giving it a fresh start when it chair knitting stockings for her boy's winter wear.
showed signs of stopping. There was a settle at "I'd like to shoot a red coat."
right angles with the fireplace, and here the little "0 Arty!" exclaimed Dorothy reproachfully;
cooks sat, Dorothy in the corner nearest the fire, "you're always thinking of shooting! Now Ishould
and Arthur curled up on the floor at her feet, where like to nurse a sick soldier and wait upon him.
he could look up the chimney and see the moon, Poor soldiers! it was dreadful what papa wrote to
almost at the full, drifting through the sky. At mamma about them."
the opposite corner sat Abram, the hired man and "Would you nurse a red coat?" asked Arthur,
indignantly.






A HERO.

"Yes," said Dorothy. "Though of course I and his rheumatism would permit, and took down
should rather, a great deal rather, nurse one of the gun from above the mantel-piece. It was a very
our own soldiers. But Arty," continued the little large one.
elder sister, "papa says if we must fight, why, we "Not quite so tall as the old Gineral himself,"
must fight bravely, but that we can be brave without said Abram, "but a purty near to it. This gun is
fighting." 'bout seven feet, an' yer gran'ther was seven feet
"Well, I mean to be a hero, and heroes always two -a powerful built man. Wall, the Injuns had
fight. King Arthur fought. Papa said so. He and been mighty obstreperous 'long 'bout that time,
his knights fought for the Sangreal, and liberty burnin' the Widder Brown's house and her an' her
is our Sangreal. I'm glad my name is Arthur, baby a-hidin' in a holler tree near by, an' carrying'
anyhow, for Arthur means noble and high," he said, off critters an' bosses, an' that day yer gran'ther
lifting his bright boyish face with its steadfast blue was after 'em with a posse o' men, an' what did
eyes, and glancing again towards his mother. She that pesky Injun do but git up on a rock a quarter
gave an answering smile. o' a mile off an' jestickerlate in an outrigerus
I hope my boy will always be noble and high manner, like a sarcy boy, an' yer gran'ther, he took
in thought and deed. But, as papa said, to be a aim and fired, an' that impident Injun jest tumbled
hero one does not need to fight, at least, not to over with a yell; his last, mind ye, and good enough
fight men. We can fight bad tempers and bad for him!"
thoughts and cowardly impulses. They who fight "I like to hear about old gran'ther," said Arthur.
these things successfully are the truest heroes, my As Abram was restoring the gun to its place
boy." upon the hooks, a sound was heard at the side
"Ah, but mamma, didn't I hear you tell grand- door-a sound as of a heavy body falling against
mamma how you were proud of your hero. That's it, which startled them all. The dog Casar rose,
what you called papa when General Montgomery and going to the door which opened into the side
wrote to you, with his own hand, how he drove entry, sniffed along the crack above the threshold.
back the enemy at the head of his men, while the Apparently satisfied, he barked softly, and rising on
balls were flying and the cannons roaring and his hind legs lifted the latch and sprang into the
flashing; and when his horse was shot under him entry. Abram followed with Basha. As he lifted
how he struggled out and cheered on his men, on the latch of the outer door-the string had been
foot, and the bullets whizzed and the men fell all drawn in early, as was the custom in those troublous
around him, and he wasn't hurt and"- Here the times-and swung it back, the light from the fire fell
boy stopped abruptly and sprang impulsively forward, upon the figure of a man lying across the doorstone.
for his mother's cheek had suddenly grown pale. "Sakes alive exclaimed Abram, drawing back.
"True grit!" remarked Abram to Basha, in an But at a word from the mistress, they lifted the
undertone, as she paused in her walk to and fro man and brought him in and laid him down on the
by the spinning-wheel to join a broken thread, braided woollen mat before the fire. Then for a
"But there never was a coward yet, man or woman, moment there was silence, for he wore the dress
'mong the Heaths, an' I've known 'em off an' of a British soldier, and his right arm was bandaged.
on these seventy year. Now there was ole Gin- He had fainted from loss of blood, apparently-per-
eral Heath," he continued, holding up the axe haps from hunger. Basha-loosened his coat at the
helve and viewing it critically with one eye shut, throat, and tried to force a drop or two of "spirits"
"he was a master hand for fighting Fit the Injuns into. his mouth, while Mrs. Heath rubbed his hands.
's though he liked it. That gun up there was his'n." "He ain't dead," said Basha, in a grim tone, "and
"Tell us about the 'sassy one,'" said Arthur, mind you, we'll see trouble from this." Basha
turning at the word gun. was an arrant rebel, and hated the very sight of
"Youngster, 'f I've told yer that story once, I've a red coat. "What are you doin' here," she con-
told yer fifty times," said Abram. tiiued, addressing him, killing honest folks, when
"Tell it again," said the boy eagerly. "And you'd better've staid cross seas in yer own country?"
take down the gun, too." "Basha!" said Mrs. Heath reprovingly, "he is
Abram got up as briskly as his seventy. years helpless."





A HERO.

But Basha as she unwound the tight bandage to watch the bathing, feeding and tending, and when
from the shattered arm, kept muttering to herself Mrs. Heath turned to leave the secret chamber, she
like a rising tempest, until at length the man having found them behind her, staring in with very wide-
come quite to himself, detected her feeling, and with open eyes indeed; for, if you can believe it, they
great effort said, "I am not a British soldier." never before had even heard of, much less seen,
"Then what to goodness have.you got on their this lovely little secret chamber. It was never
uniform for ?" queried Basha. deemed wise in colonial families to talk about these
Little by little the pitiful story was told. He ivas hiding-places, which sometimes served so good a
an American soldier who had been doing duty as purpose, and I doubt if many adults in the town
a spy in the British camp. Up to the very last of Hartland knew of this secret chamber in the
day of his stay he had not been suspected; but Heath house.
trying to get away he was suspected, challenged, The panel was closed, and Abram was left to
and fired at. The shot passed through his arm. care for the wounded soldier through the night. It
He was certain his pursuers had followed him till was nine o'clock, the colonial hour for going to
night, and they would be likely to continue the bed, and long past the children's hour, and Dotty
search the next day, and he begged Mrs. Heath and Arthur in their prayers by their mother's knee,
to secrete him for a day or two, if possible. put up a petition for the safety of the stranger.
"I wouldn't mind being shot, marm," he said, Would they hang him if they could get him,
''but you know they'll hang me if they get me. Of mamma?" asked Arty.
course I risked it when I went into their camp, "Certainly," she replied. "It is one of the rules
but it's none the pleasanter for all that." of warfare. A spy is always hung."
Now in the old Heath house there was a secret In the morning, from nine to eleven, Mrs. Heath
chamber, built in the side of the chimney. Most always devoted to the children's lessons. Arthur,
of those old colonial houses had enormous chimneys, who was eleven, was a good Latin scholar. He
that took up, sometimes, a quarter of the ground was reading Casar's Commentaries, and he liked it
occupied by the house, so it was not a difficult thing that is, he liked the story part. He found some
to enclose a small space with slight danger of its of it pretty tough reading, and I need not tell you
existence being detected. This chimney chamber boys who have read Caesar, what parts those were.
jni the Heath house was little more than a closet They had English readings from the Spectator, and
eight feet by four. It was entered from the north from Bishop Leighton's works, books which you
chamber, Abram's room, through a narrow sliding know but little about. Dotty had a daily lesson in
panel that looked exactly like the rest of the wall, botany, and very pleasant hours those school hours
which was of cedar boards. An inch-wide shaft were.
Funning up the side of the chimney ventilated the After dinner, at twelve, they had the afternoon
closet, and it was lighted by a window consisting for play. That afternoon, the day after the soldier
of three small panes of glass carefully concealed came, they went berrying. They did this almost
under the projecting roof. In a sunny day one every day during berry time, so as to have what
could see to read there easily, they liked better than anything for supper-berries
A small cot-bed was now carried into this room, and milk. Occasionally they had huckleberry "slap-
and up there, after his wound had been dressed jacks," also a favorite dish, for breakfast; not often,
by Basha, who, like many old-time women, was however, as flour was scarce.
skilful in dressing wounds and learned in the prop- They went for berries down the road known as
erties of herbs and roots, and he had been fed South Lane, a lonely place, but where berries grew
and bathed, the soldier was taken; and a very plentifully. Their mother had cautioned them not
grateful man he was as he settled himself upon to talk about the occurrence of the night before,
the comfortable bed and looked up with a smiling as some one might overhear, and so, though they
"thank you," into Basha's face, which was no longer talked about their play and their studies, about papa
grim and forbidding, and his soldiers, they said nothing about the soldier.
All this time no special notice had been taken They had nearly filled their baskets, when a growl
of Dorothy and Arthur. They had followed about from Cesar startled them, and turning, they saw two





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horsemen who had stopped near by, one of whom Don't palter any longer with the little rebel We'll
was just springing from his horse. They were in find a way to make him tell. Up with him "
British uniform, and the children at once were sure In an instant the man had swung Arthur into his
what they wanted. saddle, and leaping up behind him, struck spurs to
"0 Arty, Arty!" whispered Dorothy. "They've his horse and dashed away. Caesar, who had been
come, and we mustn't tell." sniffing about, suspicious, but uncertain, attempted
The man advanced with a smile meant to be to leap upon the horseman in the rear, but he,
pleasant, but which was in reality so sinister that drawing his pistol from his saddle, fired, and Caesar
the children shrank with a sensation of fear. dropped helpless.
"How are you, my little man? Picking berries, The horsemen quickly vanished, and for a moment
eh? And where do you live?" he asked. Dorothy stood pale and speechless. Then she knelt
"With mamma," answered Arthur promptly, down by Caesar, examined his wound-he was shot
"And who is mamma? What is her name?" in the leg- and bound it up with her handkerchief,
"Mrs. Heath," said Arty. just as she saw Basha do the night before, and then
"And don't you live with papa too? Where is putting her arms around his neck she kissed him.
papa?" the man asked. "Be patient, dear old Caesar, and Abram shall come
Arthur hesitated an instant, and then out it came, for you? "
and proudly too. "In the Continental army, sir." Covered with dust, her frock stained with Caesar's
"Ho! ho! and so we are a little rebel, are blood, a pitiful sight indeed was Dorothy as she
we?" laughed the man. "And who am I? Do burst into the kitchen where Basha was preparing
you know?" supper.
"Yes, sir; a British soldier." "O mamma, they've carried off Arty and shot
"How do you know that?" Caesar, those dreadful, dreadful British "
"Because you wear their uniform, sir?" Between her sobs she told the whole fearful story
"You cannot have seen many British soldiers to the two women-fearful, I say, for Mrs. Heath
here," said the man. "Did you ever see the British knew too well the reputed character of the British
uniform before ?" soldiery, not to fear the worst if her boy should per-
"Yes, sir," replied Arty. sist in refusing to tell where he had seen the British
"And where did you see it?" he asked, glancing soldier's uniform. But even in her distress she was
sharply at Arthur and then at Dorothy. Upon the conscious of a proud faith that he would not betray
face of the latter was a look of dismay, for she had his trust.
foreseen the drift of the man's questions and the As to Basha, who shall describe her horror and
trap into which Arty had fallen. He, too, saw it, indignation? "The wretches! ain't they content to
now he was in. The only British uniform he had murder our men and burn our houses, that they
ever seen was that worn by the American spy. For must take our innercent little boys?" and she struck
a brief moment he was tempted to tell a lie. Then the spit into the chicken she was preparing for
he said firmly, I cannot tell you, sir." supper vindictively, as though thus she should like
"Cannot! Does that mean will not?" said the to treat the whole British army. "The dear little
man threateningly. Then he put his hand into cretur! what'll he do to-night without his mamma,
his pocket and took out a bright gold sovereign, and him never away from her a night in his blessed
which he held before Arthur. life. 'Pears to me the Lord's forgot the Colo-
"Come, now, my little man, tell me where you nies. O dearie, dearie me!" utterly overcome she
saw the British soldier's uniform, and you shall have dropped into a chair, and throwing her homespun
this gold piece." check apron over her head, she gave way to such
But all the noble impulses of the boy's nature a fit of weeping as astonished and perplexed Abram,
inherited and strengthened by his mother's teach- one of whose principle articles of faith it was that
ings, revolted at this attempt to bribe him. His Basha couldn't shed a tear, even if she tried, "mor'n
eyes flashed. He looked the man full in the face. if she's made o' cast iron."
"I will not!" said he. It indeed looked hopeless. Who was to follow
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hardly any one left in town but old men, women cer, bringing his great brawny fist down upon the
and children, table with a blow that set the glasses dancing.
Mrs. Heath thought of this as she soothed Dor- "Will you tell me where that spy is?"
othy, coaxed her to eat a little supper, and then sat "No, sir," came in very low, but very firm tones.
by her side until she fell asleep. She sat by the I will not tell you the dreadful words of that officer,
fire while the embers died out, or walked up and as he turned to his servant with the command, "Put
down the long, lonely kitchen, wrestling, like Jacob, him down cellar, and we'll see to him in the morning.
in prayer, for her boy, until long after midnight. They're all alike, men, women and children. Rebel-
And now let us follow Arthur's fortunes. The lion in the very blood. The only way to finish it is
men galloped hard and long over hills, through to spill it without mercy."
valleys and woods, so far away it seemed to the Now there was one thing that Arthur, brave as he
little fellow he could never possibly see mamma was, feared, and that was-rats! Left on a heap
or Dorothy again. At last they drew up at a large of dry straw, he began to wonder if there were rats
white house, e'- .-ntly the headquarters of the offi- there. Presently he was sure he heard something
cers, and Arthur was put at once into a dark closet move, but he was quickly reassured by the touch
and there left. He was tired and dreadfully hungry, of soft, warm fur on his hand, and the sound of
so hungry that he could think of hardly anything a melodious "pur-r." T-, friendly kitty, glad of
else. He heard the rattling of china and glasses, a companion, curled herself by his side. What
and knew they were at supper. By and by a servant comfort she brought to the lonely little fellow!
came and took him into the supper room. His eyes He lay down beside her, and saying his Our Father,
were so dazzled at first by the change from the dark and Now Ilay me, was soon in a profound sleep, the
closet to the well-lighted room, that he could scarcely purring little kitty nestling close.
see. But when the daze cleared he found himself The sounds of revelry in the rooms above did not
standing near the head of the table, where sat a disturb him. The boisterous songs and laughter,
stout man with a red face, a fierce mustache, and the stamping of many feet, continued far into the
w~ evil pair of eyes. night. At last they ceased; and when everything
He looked at Arthur a moment. Then he poured had been for a long time silent, the door leading
out a glass of wine and pushed it towards him: to the cellar was softly opened and a lady came
"Drink!" down the stairway. I have often wished that I
But Arthur did not touch the glass. might paint her as she looked coming down those
"Drink, I say," he repeated impatiently. "Do stairs. Arthur was afterwards my great-grandfather,
you hear?" you know, and he told me this story when I was a
"I have promised mamma never to drink wine," young girl in my teens. He told me how lovely
was the low response. this lady was.
It seemed to poor Arthur as though everything had Her gown was of some rich stuff that shimmered
combined against him. It was bad enough to have in the light of the candle she carried, and rustled
to say no to the question about the uniform, and musically as she walked. There was a flash of
now here was something else that would make the jewels at her throat and on her hands. She had
men still more angry with him. But the officer did wrapped a crimson mantle about her head and
not push his command; he simply thrust the glass shoulders. Her eyes were like stars on a summer's
one side and said, "Now, my boy, we're going to night, sparkling with a veiled radiance, and as she
get that American spy and hang him. You know stood and looked down upon the sleeping boy, a
where he is and you've got to tell us, or it will be smile, sweet, but full of a profound sadness, played
the worse for you. Do you want to see your mother upon her lips. Then a determined look came into her
again ?" bright eyes.
Arthur did not answer. He could not have He stirred in his sleep,laughed out, said "mamma,"
answered just then. A big bunch came into his and then opened his eyes. She stooped and touched
throat. Cry? Not before these men. So he kept his lips with her finger. "Hush! Speak only in a
silence, whisper. Eat this, and then I will take you to your
"Obstinate little pig! speak!" thundered the offi- mother."






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After he had eaten, she wrapped a cloak about "I will never, never forget you, for you are the
him, and together they stole up and out past the loveliest lady I ever saw except-except mamma."
sleeping, drunken sentinel, to the stables. She lead She laughed a pleased laugh, like a child, then
out a white horse, her own horse, Arthur was sure, took a ring from her hand and put it upon one of
for the creature caressed her with his head, and as Arthur's fingers. Her hand was so slender it fitted
she saddled him she talked to him in low tones, his chubby little hand very well.
sweet, musical words of some foreign tongue. The "Keep this," she said, "and by and by give it
handsome horse seemed to understand the necessity to some lady good and true, like mamma."
of silence, for he did not even whinny to the touch "Will you be punished ? he said, keeping her
of his mistress' hand, and trod daintily and noise- hand. She laughed again, with a proud, daring toss
lessly as she led him to the mounting block, his small of her dainty head, and rode away.
ears pricking forward and backward, as though know- Arthur watched her out of sight, and then turned
ing the need of watchful listening, towards home. Mrs. Heath was still keeping her
Leaping to the saddle and stooping, she lifted lonely watch, when the latch of thl, -uter door was
Arthur in front of her, and with a word they were softly lifted-nobody had the heart to take in the
off. A slow walk at first, and then a rapid canter, string with Arty outside-the inner door swung
Arthur never forgot that ,ong night ride with the noiselessly back, and a blithe voice said, "Mamma!
beautiful ladyon the white horse, over the country mamma! here I am, and I didn't tell!"
flooded with the brilliancy of the full moon. Once All that day, and the next, and the next, the Heath
or twice she asked if he was cold, as she drew the household were in momentary expectation of the com-
cloak more closely about him, and sometimes she ing of the red coats to search for the spy. Dorothy
would murmur softly to herself words in that silvery,, and Arthur, and sometimes Abram, did picket duty
foreign tongue. As they drew near Hartland, she to give seasonable warning of their approach. But
asked him to point out his father's house, and when they never came. In a few days news was brought
they were quite near, only a little distance off, she that the British forces, on the very morning after
stopped the horse. Arthur's return, had made a rapid retreat before an
"I leave you here, you brave, darling boy," she advance of the Federal troops, and never again was
said. "Kiss me once, and *then jump down. And a red coat seen in Hartland. The spy got well in
don't forget me." great peace and comfort under Basha's nursing, and
Arthur threw his arms around her neck and kissed went back again to do service in the Continental
her, first on one cheek and then on the other, and army, and Dotty used to say, "You did learn, didn't
looking up into the beautiful face with its starry eyes, you, Arty, how a person, even a little boy, can be a
said: hero without fighting, just as mamma said ?"













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KATE GREENAWAY.
[Reproduced from the portrait in L'Art.]




KATE GREENAWAY.


BY MARGARET SIDNEY.

IN London, big and smoky, with its dun-colored that lies akin to the heart of a child, acknowledge
fog-wreaths, lives and works Kate Greenaway, the power of her genius.
the artist whose pictures have made the whole world Her magic pencil has transformed even our Amer-






KA TE G RE ENA WA Y.

ican home midgets into the quaintest and loveliest designs is wrought out by a hard, laborious process.
of little antiques, with their "Mother Hubbard" and She plans out all the little robes, and quaint bonnets
"Greenaway" gowns, and their sailor and grand- and funny old cloaks, to the minutest detail of each
father costumes. Her name is an household word; bow and ribbon and band, and she smiled as she
her dictum as powerful as that of a court-designer; pointed to them hanging there around the studio
her modes as closely followed in the world of wall, so motionless then, but soon to be alive again
with charming curves and airy grace, when obedient
to the little creatures within.
The little models have to be tied and buttoned
and pinned into the quaint garments, to pose with
many rests between; but the artist, with tireless
pencil, must go over and over in dry drudgery,
each line and curve, altering here, improvising there,
spending hours upon one little detail, that the whole
may be perfect. Is it. any wonder that the inanimate
figures seem to walk, to speak, to pirouette and mas-
querade all along the printed page ?
I look up as I am writing to the quaint, tender,
exquisite figure and face of a little child, as dainty
a bit as ever called a child-worshipper to homage:
my Little Brown-Maiden." She is my ideal of
a certain demure grace, a sweet reserve, a childish
questioning into the coming years, a gay abandon
as regards all sorrow, present and to come. There
she sits in a little dull brown gown, her hands in
LITTLE BROWN-MAIDEN. a big muff that, despite the weary body, shall be
held with the air of a grown-up lady; the big
fashion, and the larger world lying without, that bonnet, with its large bow to one side; the tired
would be fashionable, as are those of a Worth. little shoes, creased, and evidently dusty; so tired
A glimpse of her studio, a hint of her methods they are, nevertheless placed exactly in dignified
of work, just enough to make you wish for more, position, as befitting the wearer's tone of mind.
I will give you here, as was told me by a friend Our dear "Little Brown-Maiden," not all the money
who saw her there in the summer of i88o. I do that might be offered me in handful, could purchase
not need to describe her face, as you have it in away from my sight this exquisite water-color of
the picture before you-all the kind cordiality, Kate Greenaway's, that my friend bought to be
the sweet forgetfulness of self, the earnest devotion sent over the sea, first allowing the artist to
to her work; a face that inspires confidence at once. enter it at the London exhibition. I can only
In speaking of her daily work, which is from show you "Little Brown-Maiden's" face, but I think
xine until two, she said that each of her imaginative you will thank me for that.










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JENNY OF S WAN'S.






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JENNY OF SWAN'S.
(A True Story.)

BY ANNIE SAWYER DOWNS.

M R. HOLDEN'S house at Seal Harbor does not at the Jordans, and a number of other couples who
look much like an ordinary New England arrived about the same time. One little girl attracted
poor-house, although to that use the selectmen of Tri- Mrs. Jordan's notice. She was neither as pretty
mountain devote it. Usually the few paupers are nor as bright-looking as some of the others, and
old and feeble people, but the day Mrs. Jordan Mr. Jordan did not see anything to fancy about her.
and her husband walked up the narrow path which But Mis. Jordan said she had a good steady
led from the landing where they had left their eye, a sweet voice, and to her tender heart, most
boat, besides the old people there were several irresistible attraction of all, looked ill, and was even
children who, in country speech, were "to be bound a little deformed, through a curvature of the spine.
out." So if Charles, as she called her husband, wanted
Boys and girls between the ages of nine and her to take any little girl, it must be that one.
twelve were hanging about the doors, and looking "But, mother," expostulated the puzzled Charles,
eagerly or stolidly, according to their dispositions, "she is not strong, she cannot help you any, and






/EINNY. OF SWAN'S.

instead of looking after things when Willy and I she felt herself at home, and with loving interest
are off fishing, will only make one more for you and earnestness threw hc.,if into the life around
to run after! Why not take that great red-cheeked her.
girl who looks so good-natured and energetic,? They gave her a room of her own, under the
Still, as Mrs. Holden put it, "Mrs. Jordan would eaves of the low, unpainted, one-story house, and
not be said by her husband," and soon brought she begged Mrs. Jordan to teach her how to keep
him round to her way of thinking. The girl's name it dainty and nice, like all the rest of the quaint little
was Janet Graham, and she was an orphan, her father home. She had learned to read and write at Seal
having been lost at sea, and her mother dying of Harbor, and as Willy always went off the island
consumption not long after. The poor-house had winters to attend school, he taught her from the
been her home for several years, and all the Hol- day she came.
dens liked her "first best," their oldest boy declared. Mrs. Jordan knew all- about sewing and cooking,
Questioned by the still doubtful Mr. Jordan why and having been a lady's maid in the old country,
they liked her and what she could do in particular, was acquainted with many little devices for improv-
he was unable to specify, beyond tending babies ing Jenny's rough skin, and beautifying her lustreless
and rowing a boat, at both of which accomplishments hair. She was a good Christian woman besides,
he declared "she was a beatum." The conversation and every Sunday the family gathered, and one or
was interrupted by Mrs. Jordan, who, holding Jenny another read the prayers and lessons her church
by the hand, informed her husband that the wind ordered for the day. Mr. Jordan soon found his
was all going down, and if he did not hurry and heart going out lovingly to the child, and, taking
cast off, he would have to row them the whole her with him frequently to the sea side of the
way home. As home was twelve miles distant, on island, where the gray gulls built their nests and
Swan's Island, we do not wonder he stopped no reared their young, was surprised at her intelligence
longer to inquire about Jenny's good qualities, and touched by her affection for his wife. The sim-
He owned the whole island, and most capital ple, regular life, good food and wise care, improved
sheep pasturage he had there, as well as a farm her health so much that in the course of three or
and several fish houses; and here he had lived four years the strangers who came in summer to
with his wife and nephew, Willy, for many years, visit the lonely island with its savage cliffs, its count-
There was no other dwelling-house upon Swan's, less sea birds, and its one happy family, never thought
and although besides Willy and himself there were of her as being deformed, and even old friends, who
generally other men whom he employed in the
family, no woman ever came to bear Mrs. Jordan.
company for any length of time. As she was Eng-
lish, she had no kith or kin this side the sea, and 7 -.. -
although cheerful, even merry, yet frequently longed .E- .
for a little girl to go about with her as Willy did -
with Charles, and now she had her.
In spite of Mrs. Jordan's predictions, the wind
did not go down, and in good time they landed
safely at. Swan's Island. Willy was at the rough
pier to receive them, and to tell Jenny how glad -
he was to see her; but after his aunt and she had
started up the hill toward the house, he looked
questioningly to his uncle.
"No," returned Mr. Jordan, "she ain't no beauty, JENNY'S HOME.
and she won't never set no rivers on fire; but she
does look stiddy, and your aunt uas set on her." knew her when she first lived with Mrs. Jordan,
Swan's Island would perhaps have seemed lone- could hardly believe their eyes when they looked
some to most children, but Jenny never found it so. at the erect, red-cheeked maiden who walked like
As she crossed the threshold of the kitchen door, a young Diana- round the rocky shore, or jumped






JENNY OF SWAN'S.

from bowlder to bowlder in search of rare eggs, or lambs who came into the world only the night
still rarer ferns and lichens, before wouldn't get a chill; and above all, why the
Business was always good with Mr. Jordan. He gulls screamed so much louder than usual. Hark!
and Willy put by money every summer, and in winter surely that was not the scream of a gull. That was
the latter left them for four or five months to go to a human voice shouting "Help, help!" She rushed
school, and when he returned bringing new books, toward the north shore hatless, coatless, with her
papers, and all sorts of bright gossip, they would long hair, which her violent motion loosened, stream-
not have exchanged their island for Windsor Castle. ing in the wind.
But even the beautiful island, and the life more ideal As she passed the house, Mrs. Jordan with a face
than any other I have ever known, could not entirely like that of a dead woman, looked out of the door
escape care and sorrow, and pointed to the cove. Once more she heard
Last winter Mr. Jordan -was sick with sciatica, that agonized cry, and then the truth broke upon





























JENNY GOES TO THE RESCUE.

and for many weeks unable to move. He sent to her. It was Willy; and gaining the height of land
the mainland and hired a man to come and look at this moment she saw, quite a long distance out,
after the cattle and sheep, but this man was not his overturned boat. At the same instant she heard
Willy, by any means, and Mrs. Jordan and Jenny Mr. Jordan shouting through his speaking trumpet
were unusually happy when April came, and Willy from the bedroom window, "Hold on, Willy, Jenny
was home again. is coming!" Poor Mr. Jordan, so disabled was he
The first day of May Jenny ran to the well for that it was only after repeated attempts, and in spite
water. The wind was blowing very fresh, and as she of the severest pain, that he got to the window:
pulled up the bucket she noticed how very rough and he had not, as he afterwards owned, the faintest
the water was on all sides of the island. She hope that the girl, in that sea, could get her boat
wondered, half idly, if her own little boat down off, much less out, in time to save Willy, whom he
-at the north cove was securely moored; if the young could see, although she could not, struggling in the





THE CRITIC.

water. But Jenny had no misgivings. "Yes; I am as dangerous as getting out-getting back. Fortu-
coming, Willy, hold on!" she shouted. But to her nately, the hired man, who had been shooting on
dismay her own little boat, with its slender oars the sea side of the island, appeared in time to assist
which she could use as deftly as she could a sewing- her in making a landing and in carrying Willy to
machine, was adrift, and worse than that, Willy had the house. It was half a day before he was able
taken the oars belonging to the old dory, still at its to speak, but they knew the first time he opened
moorings, to go out in his boat to which upside down his eyes, that he was fully aware who saved him.
she could now see him clinging. No oars were left After a while he told them that going out to take
but the heavy ones used in the great sail boat. She up his lobster pots, he piled so many on his boat
had no time wherein to think how much more diffi- that their weight, combined with the rough sea, over-
cult her task would be on account of these facts,. turned it.
but quick as a flash unshipped the old dory and Like many seafaring people, he could not swim
pushed off with the big oars. So high ran the a stroke, and if the lobster pots had not been
waves, and so terribly was the wind blowing, that anchored by what is called a "kedger," which he
both Mr. and Mrs. Jordan, who were watching her, had not pulled up, he would have given himself
thought the boat would fill, and thus they would up for lost. But the boat was so entangled with
lose both their children. But she was as cool as the lobster pots that the kedger kept it from drifting
if she had been merely out for a pleasure row, at once out of reach, and he held on.
and managed her clumsy craft so adroitly that she When they asked him if he thought Jenny would
took in very little water, although she was drenched reach him in time, he said, "I hadn't a doubt but
to the skin by the flying spray. Once only, she told she would."
them afterward, she nearly gave out. A mountain- He had a rheumatic fever, spite of all his courage,
ous wave threatened instant destru-ion, and she and they had to send to the mainland for a physician.
lest sight of Willy, whom, from the moment of start- They told him the story, and we think he must have
ing, she had kept in sight. The great, unwieldy written the Humane Society, for one day when Jenny
oars seemed to mock her utmost strength, and she went to Seal Harbor for the mail, she was amazed
did not know but she was fainting, perhaps even beyond words as a nice little box was handed her
dying, by her old friend, the Holden boy, which contained
But it was only a second, and she said, "I heard the beautiful silver medal the Society bestows for
this ringing in my ears: They did everything for such acts of noble self-forgetfulness. Jenny likes
you, now you save Willy." to look at the medal, but says, "Of course I do
And she did save him. His last conscious moment not deserve it, for I never could have looked my
was spent in getting into her boat, where he lay like aunt Mary Jordan in the face, if I had not saved
one dead, unable to help her in what was almost Willy."





THE CRITIC.

BY JANET MILLER.

W E were "practising scales" in the parlor, For how those children could blunder
And the air was wild with our din, In scales, he couldn't surmise.
When, happening to glance at the window,
A robin was looking in, Ah! robin, don't judge in a hurry,
Though your scales are quite without flaws;
His wee head turned sideways with wonder, Don't you think you would be in a flurry,
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HOW THEY CELEBRATED.

BY ADA CARLETON STODDARD.

N OW, I call it mean," declared Mel Barrett, with Mel Barrett was their leader, and it was Mel who
a deal of emphasis in voice and manner, stood now beside the clapboard-cut that served for a
"They're regular skinflints." table, thumping his brown fist down upon it when-
Not one of the nine dissented, though Abe Bax- ever the occasion seemed to demand.
ter drew his mouth into a comical pucker, and lifted "We ought to do something," he said. "It'll be
his eyebrows. Mel saw this and laughed, a shame to let the old Fourth go by without so much
Never mind, old fellow, I didn't mean anything as firing a gun."
personal," he said. "It's everybody in town as That's so !" echoed from all sides.
much as it is the selectmen, you know." We might go over to Duskeag Bridge," suggested
For Abe's father was one of the selectmen of Jo Plummer. "They're going to have a bang-up
Banktown; and the selectmen had decided that time there- a greased pig, and a greased pole, and
that there should be no Fourth of July celebration in a sack-race!"
Banktown that year. Say we do? And let 'em sleep it out here if
It makes a sight of trouble," said they, and costs they want to "
money; and after all's said and done, it don't do any- But Mel shook his head: Never desert your own
body any good. It'll be just as well the next day town, boys. There wasn't anything said against our
as if we'd celebrated, and better, too, probably, for celebrating, was there, now?"
somebody most generally gets hurt." "No no, there wasn't!"
That was the decision; and most of the elderly "Well, then," said Mel, bringing his fist down
people approved it, and most of the younger did not. with a resounding thump, "we'll do our level best.
So just a week before the Fourth, the B. B. B'.s met Abe ho!"
at twilight to hold an indignation meeting. For Abe was executing a dance that would have
They met, as they always did when there was any done credit to a dervish. I'll wake 'em up! cried
special business to transact, in the old lumber-shed, he. "Nat Slater is night-watch in Farnham's mill-
a long, low, partly tumbled-down building, that. was my cousin Nat; and he wants me to take his place
.set, looking like an ancient mud-turtle, in the little the night before the Fourth. I said I wouldn't, but
hollow between the river and the town. It had once I will- 0 fellows, I will! and I'll hitch the whistle
been used for the storage of sawed lumber, but that at twelve o'clock and let her toot till morning !"
was long ago, before the mill was burned; and now it Such a cheer as went up from the old shed.
was entirely given up to the spiders, the dust, and the "Good !" cried Mel, clapping Abe's shoulder.
Banktown Band of Beavers. Why that club of nine "You've redeemed your name, my boy. Now -
wide awake boys chose such a name I cannot tell you, The little coterie of boys drew closer around their
unless it was because they were always indefatigable leader; occasionally a laugh rippled through the
in the pursuit of anything that promised the smallest murmur of voices which rose and fell with the ex-
degree of sport; beavers being proverbial workers;- citement as the boys discussed the pros and cons of
you know. many a project. It was long before the meeting





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showed symptoms of breaking up before the con- Meanwhile the boys had gathered at their
versation became more distinct and general, objective point, the common, a large plat of land,
"It'll take a slew of powder, boys !" said Jo. unfenced, in the very heart of the little village.
So it will," said Mel; but we'll manage it. And They were collected about an odd-looking thing
don't forget the procession; and each wear his fun- almost exactly in the middle of the field, and they
niest." were waiting, too. For Deck-Deck Malcolm was
I say," said Abel, "suppose we go to Bean's not there.
Corner, all trigged up! Wouldn't they stare! It's "There's time yet," said Mel, not without a quiver
only two miles. Say we do It'll be as good's a of excitement in his voice. "We'll wait for him.
circus! Hurrah for the Banktown celebration !" I'd want you to wait for me if I weren't here. But
There was not a whisper of all this breathed in 0, fellows, I say, won't she thunder?"
any home, and no meetings were held in the old He laid his hand affectionately as he spoke on the
shed until the arrangements were completed; yet odd-looking object beside him. It was a sizable
the fathers and mothers of the town felt instinctively log, which the boys with infinite patience and pains-
that there was some sort of roguery in the air that taking had managed to bore, and it was mounted
had to do with Fourth of July. upon two stout wooden horses.
"Mebbe we was a little hard on 'em," said Mr. "There's more'n three pounds of powder in her,"
Baxter at his tea-table only the night before the said Jo Plummer, examining the fuse critically by
Fourth; I s'pose it's boy nater to like to make a the light of a lantern. "Why don't Deck come?"
racket. But it's too late now, so we'll all take a I'll bet Abe's just wild! "
good nap in the morning, and make up for what For this was the signal Abe was waiting for-the
sleep we won't get next year at that time." thunder of this improvised cannon. It was to be the
How Abe's eyes sparkled and danced he first sound to break the stillness of the night-a
dropped the lids over them none too soon. And terrible, deafening roar, that would startle the birds
how the B. B. B.'s enjoyed Abe's repetition of his in their nests and the people from their sleep, with
father's remark, when they met an hour or two later, the news that the glorious Fourth had come in
"Too late ho ho! ho !" earnest, and that the boys had not forgotten to make
"We'd best mount the old chap in the middle of it heartily welcome.
the common," said Mel, rubbing his nose in a re- "The chime is ready," said Mel; "and the crack-
flective way; "then it won't do any damage if the ers and things are down in the shed."
whole concern bursts." "We've got all the dinner-bells in town."
"Don't I hope it will!" Yes; and they were fastened together and hung
So the chatter flowed on, like a broad and very from a revolving cross-piece with a rope attached, on
turbulent river, until Mel gave the word to disperse, a frame six feet high."
Then they separated quietly, and a whisper followed Remember you're bell-ringer," laughed Mel to
each one of them into the outside darkness. Bart Mayhew.
"Be on hand, boys, at twelve o'clock, sharp!" Oh, yes! Bart would remember-catch him for-
As if such an injunction were necessary. getting; and he wondered in the same breath why in
Not one of those nine boys went to bed in the the world Deck Malcolm didn't come.
proper way; eight curled up in any convenient spot "He's coming, now," said Mel, who, listening
that was free from the observation of older eyes, intently, had caught the first quick thud of flying
and the ninth was at his post in the mill awaiting feet up the street.
the signal for action. He would be sure to hear He came, flushed and breathless, not altogether
it-the signal -he thought, as he went his hourly with the haste he had made. His voice shook mis-
round over the dismal old mill. But the night erably when he essayed to speak; and in the light of
seemed very long; and more than once Abe went to their solitary lantern, his eyes looked very red.
the outer door and looked, and listened for a sound. "It's mean!" he panted, before any one could
But he did not hear it--he had not heard it even find speech to question him; "so mean! I said at
when the first gray light of dawn begun to streak the first I wouldn't-wouldn't tell! I meant to keep
eastern sky. away; but-O boys, it's wretched mean! I-





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I camped down on the sitting-room lounge last one consolation, if they needed any; and exactly at
night, you know, so-so I could hear the clock nine o'clock a funny crowd issued from the wide
strike and be up in season; and-and I heard doors of the lumber shed, and formed in marching
mother tell father 'she'd been over to-to Mrs. order. At the head a red cow drew a little two-
Blake's and that the the boys! doctor said wheeled cart, in which rode a very happy family of
good care and absolute quiet might save Mitty- darkey-boys and girls; next came a very tall man
she's got ty-typhoid fever, you know--just think and his very tall wife; then a Brother Jonathan mod-
of it--ab-absolute quiet! And mother said to- elled from one of Nast's drawings in striped trousers
tofatherhowfortunate itwasthattherewouldn'tbeany and a very bad hat, bowing in all directions.
celebration this year, on-on account of Mitty Blake. Here was a hand-organ man grinding away energeti-
And I laid there and thought I couldn't tell-and cally at a half-barrel, and leading a monkey which
then I had to. 0 boys !" bore a decided resemblance to the human race; and
Deck's voice broke and he stopped. Dead silence there was a beggar on horseback, and a rag-man, and
followed. The lantern-light flickered on shadowed a ragged sailor, indeed tatters constituted the major
faces and close-shut lips. How hard it was part of the uniforms. They marched through the
Mel Barrett was the first to speak, town, up and down, and across and around ; and
"I heard she was sick," said he; "we'll have to when they passed the little house by the bridge in
wait till next year, boys. Who'll go and tell Abe? which the widow Blake lived, they were all very
A general groan was the response. If you are a silent; and our friends looked at a single darkened
boy you understand exactly how far in the future the window and each one thought in his secret heart
next Fourth of July appeared to these boys, who how really glad he was that the Thunderer hadn't
were aching to hear the roar of cannon, the ringing thundered.
of bells, and the toot of whistles. The procession made a great deal of sport. Peo-
"Boys !" it was Deck Malcolm's voice; and he ple stared at first; and then they laughed and waved
spoke very rapidly and with burning cheeks. Boys, their handkerchiefs vigorously. And Mrs. Barrett,
we might touch her off yet. Nobody'd know we who had run over to Mrs. Malcolm's of an errand,
knew, and nobody knows anyway, you know!" said: "Well, well! and that's what theywere up to!"
I won't say it was a temptation. I only know "It isn't all they were up to," answered Deck's
that for a moment each boy stood with bated breath mother. "I declare it makes me feel bad." And
gazing into the face of another. If you are a boy then she told the whole story.
you know perhaps how the giving up of their plans For Deck, in the bitterness of his disappointment,
could seem to them almost the greatest trial they had told her the whole story. It was one of Deck's-
had ever known. But if it were a temptation they failings, the boys often declared, that he always
put it behind them. would tell his mother everything.
"Now, you're ashamed of that speech," said Mel "They are going over to the Corner," said Mrs.
with a little laugh, catching Deck's shoulder; "we Malcolm, and it seems as if when they get back "-
know you are. Come, boys, right about face, and "They've tried so hard to celebrate," interposed
let's get the Thunderer back to the shed before day- Mrs. Barret.
light! Anyhow, it'll be all ready for next year. And We might "-
we can have the calithumpians yet, you know "Help them a little," added Mel's mother.
there needn't be any noise about that." "I've plenty of pies and pound-cake cooked."
So they laid hold of the big gun with a will and Mrs. Malcolm put on her bonnet, and tied the
bore it away to the lumber-shed, there to wait for strings in a big bow under her chin; and when Mrs.
another Independence Day. And they took down Malcolm did that, unless she were going to church,
the chime and scattered the dinner-bells among the it meant something in particular.
boys who were to take them to their respective This is what it meant that time: two long tables
owners. And then, while Lem Ballard went to tell spread with all manner of good things, in a shady
Abe the reason he didn't hear the signal, the others grove, on the road leading to the Corner; a huge jar
went home and crept into their beds. of ice-cold lemonade, free to everybody, two swings
But after all the procession was left them; that was dangling from the maple tree-tops, and a company of







fathers and mothers waiting to welcome a hungry, his hat: "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, in
thirsty troop of masquerading boys. stereotyped phrase. We- we want to cheer, but-
I wish I had time and space to tell you of all you all know why we can't make a noise. So because
that happened of the boys' extreme surprise and we can't -all ready, boys! Three waves for our
delight; and how they were only restrained from mothers!"
cheering by the thought of little Mitty Blake. Into the air went the boys' hats, circling their
I wish we could," whispered the head of the very heads.
tall man to the head of his very tall wife; "I do wish three waves for our fathers!"
we could cheer, Abe Isn't it glorious ?" They were given -three hearty cheers in panto-
"We might go through the motions," laughed mime.
Brother Jonathan, behind them. "Now" -
"Say we do! and you make a little speech, "Three waves for our boys," sounded a stentorian
Mel." voice which Mel knew for his father's, in spite of the
Awhisper-signal ran along the troop: Halt! The tremble in it.
tall man stepped down from his stilts and pulled off And fathers and mothers gave them with a will.








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A DAY WITH RAGS, TATTERS & CO.

By AMANDA B. HARRIS.

HE thing that was expected of me ages were embalmed and swathed in cloth, whether
one day was to find the picturesque they were rich or poor. For the former class the kind of
and romantic side there is to such practical kind of linen called byssus was used, as microscopic examina-
business as the making of paper--to tell that, and tion has proved. For the poorer it was a coarser,
make the plain facts of the case more attractive. It cheaper stuff, looking like hard, firm cotton (I have a
looked too practical, and I was hopeless, but the piece of it here); and on some mummies there were
mummies decided it. not less than forty thicknesses of cloth; sometimes
What had the mummies to do with it? Just this, more than thirty pounds of bandages on one person.
that some of the cloudy, obscurish sort of blue-gray So that there was opportunity for securing an immense
paper that has been in use was once Egyptian cloth, amount of material for paper, if anybody chose to
I have a very positive impression that blue is the pre- engage in such abominable business.
vailing color worn by the common people in some What sacrilegious, unnatural traffic that was-
of the Eastern countries; it certainly is in China, a unswathing those forms, and sending shiploads of
dull blue; and if I mistake not, the Jewish women of blue cerements across the ocean as merchandise !
old wore it; and the Egyptians, not only in former But then, we must bear in mind that, religiously as
times, but they wear it still, the old Egyptians preserved their dead, the modern
At any rate, that dingiest, dreariest of blues was ones have always been ready to offer mummies for
the color of a peculiar kind of cloth, which it gives sale as curiosities. When we remember this, we
you a creepy sort of feeling to touch; woven long, shall feel less surprise that they should sell the
long ago on the quaint Egyptian looms; worn first- wrappings too!
who knows ?-and at last wound and wound about They were all fumigated at some of those far Med-
the mummies before they were laid away in their iterranean ports, packed in bales and shipped; on
niches of silence. All the Egyptian dead of by-gone whose responsibility it would be useless to inquire.






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And even some of them, queerly enough, came to this the country; and the stamp, which may now be recog-
little town named for Benjamin Franklin, up among nized in many a bundle of old letters and documents,
the New Hampshire hills. What wonder that the was a bird holding a letter in its bill. Besides the
little girls who used to play under the machinery in white and the granite there was a blue kind; and
their father's mill, looked on at the unlading of this about this there is a scrap of history too. At that
strange merchandise with solemn faces They had time, thirty-five or forty years ago, there was a great
seen many curious things in that great rag-room; deal of blue calico worn -we call the same thing
strange flotsam and jetsam had come thither; and "print." Dark indigo blue calico, sprinkled with
they had listened to stories of curious findings, but little stars or dots in white, or criss-crossed, as some-
there had been nothing so strange as this. There body called them, or some small pattern. The style
was something really awesome in it. Still to their has re-appeared, as you all know. A good, service-
able color our mothers found it for every-
day wear; and there was so much of it, that
when it came to the rag-room at the mill, it
"" was sorted out by itself, and went to make
,_-- a clear blue grade of letter paper.
-. 't There was a bit of Italy came in the same
i way as Egypt did to this northern town;
bales of white rags from Leghorn; and they
were all linen. What exquisite, firm paper
i I they should have made! It was strong,
stocky linen, and some of the cast-off gar-
ments were in fashion somewhat like a
Sfrock; and so rich was the embroidery on
St them that ladies saved specimens as curios-
ities. The work was rich and strange;
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young imaginations the mummy cloths brought visions
of the sleepy Nile and the Pyramids, and palm-trees
under the hot haze of an Egyptian noon; old Cairo
and the Sphinx, the Pharaohs and Cleopatra seemed
not so far away either in space or time : and that old
world and the Orient were for the moment almost as
real as the rambling village where they lived, with its
white houses and brick mills, and the cool green mead-
ows where the Pemigewasset and the Winnepesaukee
-lovely rivers I met and formed the Merrimack.
That was years ago; and the .paper was called -
"granite," from the blue-gray stone of that name. In
these times it would probably be "momie paper, WHEN THE CHURCH RECORDS WERE MISSED.
and very stylish.
As you will infer, the special mill I am writing of the world. One could only conjecture about who
about (which is now engaged in the manufacture of wrought it; perhaps nuns in the Italian convents;
such paper as newspapers are printed on) then made perhaps noble dames and maidens made a pleasant
letter paper. The imprint was one well known all over pastime of it with their needles, as we do now with






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Kensington stitch. Certainly such fabric and such It was in "war times" that the books and manu-
work were not worn by peasants. scripts and tons of newspapers and pamphlets, began
Other bales there were from certain places where to pour in. Formerly paper stock, as this kind was











Called, had been of but little value, only about
-- a a cent a pound, for the reason that the man-
Stactrers knew of no way by which the ink
..-.uI. show through, so that books and papers

had to be made into wrapping paper. But
BARTERING OLD RAGS FOR NEW TIN.
as soon as some genius found out how to do,
the contents, whether of waste paper or cloth, had the price went up so high that most of the old
been cut into small pieces, that the character of the garrets were despoiled of the hoarded accumulations
writing or printing and the style of the garment of years. The greater part of the school books went
might not be betrayed; and all the rags were scrup- that way. Volumes which the older generations had
ulously clean, having been washed be- treasured, a younger generation sold, and things
fore they were packed. were lost
As for the rest, the rag-pickers in w l e an the which can
the city streets were working in their K never be re-
way in the long line of processes placed.Rare
towards what was one day to be reams pamphlets
Sand piles of fine letter paper; and the came to this
S tin-pedlers' carts were going about mill, and
books in cost-
ly bindings,
two hundred
years old.
The church
records of a
certain im-
portant town
sC6AP-BOOK TREASURES. turned up in
one of the
-_ bundles. Some things were rescued by antiqua-
tians, vwho moiled and toiled amidst these tons
OLDr LACES. Of printed matter, in search of some scarce vol-
rlme s And those girls who tsed to ride on the loads
trom town to town the same f bles when they were saTall, now that they were
as now, and the good wives olds came daintily picking their way and rummaged
stood by the shining, clattering load and haggled and for poetry to put in their scrap-books.
examined the wares, and bartered old rags for new tin. Sttange findings and experiences there used to be.






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Baiidles of family letters, of priceless value to the employer of stealing a diamond ear-drop which was
genealogist; private journals, held very sacred by afterwards found among the paper-rags. "Once,"
the ones who poured their hearts out on the pages, said one of the women who worked at sorting rags,
went mercilessly into the boiling tanks, to re-appear "my girl found five dollars, right there, a bill, and we
perhaps in the very morning journal whose columns used to find gold rings and such things. Now it is
some of us were scanning for the latest news from different."
the seat of war. Rejected manuscripts were among The reason why it is different now is that a great
the contents of the tin-pedlers' bags; telling stories deal of the paper is made of the waste from cotton
of disappointment not written in the text, but des- factories. The time of mummy wrappings and Italian
tined, possibly, for a better use in their new shape, fine needlework was in the past; and it was a pro-
after going through the paper-mill, than if the editor saic region of stuff of to-day into which we stepped




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SORTING.

had found them available." Sometimes there was from the sidewalk on our first day at the mill. We
the evidence of somebody's dishonesty, in pieces of began at the beginning-with the rag room- which
harness, heavy buckles and straps, which had been was then cluttered with the material above men-
hidden in a bundle of rags to make it weigh more. tioned ; waste from a mill, and everything that had
Several times there was a sealed letter of importance, been swept up with it, pieces of bobbins and quills,
even containing money, the loss of which from the iron, wood, and rubbish in general.
post-office or failure to reach the address had caused The first thing was to submit it to a tearing
business troubles and anxieties for years; and jewelry and whirling process in a revolving machine called
would be found, on account of which, perhaps, some a duster," where a cylinder set with spikes like
poor seamstress had been made to suffer. You will harrow teeth, gave the incongruous mass a vigorous
remember how one was once accused by her rich shaking up, during which the wood and metal and






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stone came rattling out like a hailstorm on the floor, winnowing as this, and after so much sorting, there
while the rags fell over into the room beyond. There is taken away every night from twelve to twenty-four
they were gathered up and carried into the sorting bushels. As this cataract of cotton goes flying over
room. Seventeen women were at work on them with into the room for it, it occasionally takes fire. Some-
their heads done up in colored handkerchiefs. One times a match, in spite of all restrictions, has been
of them told me she had worked there twenty years, dropped into the waste by somebody, somewhere;
and turning to the daughter of her former employer, and if it has escaped the keen eyes of the sorters
(and a wicked little match can keep out of sight), it








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she spoke of the date of his death, and said, It .mo e an s ~w 't

children. He was a good friend to the poor." Next comes the preparation for cleansing with
Each had seven barrels into which she sorted the lime water. The rags are pitched and crammed
stuff: chips into one; old paper into another, for down a crater or tunnel in the floor; and if I heard
brown paper; and so on. Nothing usable is lost. aright, a man goes down into that dark, vile-smelling
Each has a sort of table with sides like a box, pit, among them, and stows them away. The pit
on which 'the rags are sorted; the bottom of it is proves, on go'cg down-stairs, to be an immense iron
a sieve with large meshes to let the dust through, and cylinder, like a gigantic barrel, more than the height
Sfastened to on the side of some is ea piece ofn scythe-a of a ma n diameter, and three times that length,
dangerousu, ugly-looking blade, across which they Theres were two of them up in air, called "rotary
draw any piece which has buttons or hooks, to cut bleachers"; they hold nearly a ton each, and every
them off. The scene in this room is made to look night at five o'clock are filled the ime water is pur
picturesque under the artists' hands, but it is anythir, in a trathey boil t llanl neght. When the rags are
but that to the senses of the women. u done, workmen come with strong long-handled imple-
After this the rags are pitched into a cutter which ments and hook them out. Mountains of these
cuts them fine, and then another more fine; and sopping, cooked rags loomed up in the cave-like
they pass the ordeal of a second revolving machine, place; and the floor was sloppy and slippery.
plaeot an atrhe in l o the waspsaer oy d ip s wer
which sets the dust a-flying, and empties them into Before we went again to the upper regions we took
Another room and of the debris at so late a stage of a look at the furnaces. Those semi-subterranean
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regions might have been the workshop of the Cyclops. In each vat is a washing engine, which keeps a
Away in there I fancied them forging the strange, stream of clean water all the time running through
cruel-looking iron things that the men were using, that mess which is like a cauldron of witches' soup;
and those ponderous iron doors which shut from sight washing, washing, while the foul water goes pouring
the fires seven times heated. They were like the out through a great pipe, and is carried off into the
doors of ovens, that might have been a bakery for river below. A screen of fine wire keeps the stock
Titans; and in the cavernous depths hidden by the from washing away; and in out of sight is machinery
knobbed and massive doors, who could say but their that grinds the rags, and there are sets of knives and
baked meats were sissling and browning ? zigzag knives which tear them without hurting the
Meanwhile, the odor was not of flesh or fowl, fibre; and there they are ground and dismembered
plum pudding or good wheaten loaf; but a mingling and tormented for five hours or less, according to
of cotton factory, machine oil and lime water, tem- their state of soil and oiliness when they are put in.
pered by the chloride of lime and alum, which gave a Then the water is let off, a curious little trap which
chemical flavor and taste to the universal atmosphere. catches the buttons that have managed to accompany
When we left that place where the fires never go the rags so far on the way to being paper, is opened,
out, as one might almost say, for the machinery of the the buttons scraped down towards their final place of
mill never stops until midnight Saturday, we ascended deposit in the river, and the chloride of lime and
to the bleaching room. Up to it the lime-cleansed alum are next in order. We happened to be
rags are conveyed in little cars, the on the spot just after these things were put
full one; going uip dhr.ogl a I- and we were standing near and intently
trap door b a bI:ro:ad band' loll i ng:, down into the tub or vat or tank
and -lie ciprty ones coming i-itler name is well enough, though I am
down b, a inaIroI one. / I r t u sure the men said "tub"), when of a
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There several tanks, huge enough to be bath tubs retreat, the fumes were so overpowering, and the
for those same giants, are ready to receive them, and faces of all the workmen were one broad grin at the
men-stand waiting with horrible tongs to clutch and sight.
toss them in. Those tongs are like instruments of After the bleaching powders are in, the whole
torture; they must have been invented in the days of mass begins to churn into foam, and is kept churning
the Spanish Inquisition. and churning for three quarters of an hour, and the






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alum shines like a silver crust on the top of the ultramarine; and occasionally if an order comes to
drifts. The air is full of the keen steam of it, which that effect, something which gives a reddish cast. In
makes your nose tingle, and you have a general other mills various kinds of dye are used. But
sense of a grand purifying day. By this time, before the tinting, there must be a final thorough
between lime water, chloride of lime and alum (and rinsing to remove the chloride and alum, which
sometimes oil of vitriol), besides perpetual water and would, as the man said, kill the color." So in a
ceaseless rinsings, the paper pulp is white as snow. final set of tubs, the much vexed and beaten pulp is
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Sent. Moreover, it has been nothing but winnowing ment, then a man dishes in the blue fluid, and its
and grinding and pounding and squeezing from first lovely whiteness is gone.
to last. Through it all the fibre has remained intact. There also comes in another element in this last
The first set of knives, and the next set too, were dull room before it begins to take the form of paper. The
blades, which rent rather than cut. As it comes out mill at present makes paper for newspapers ; and for
of the bleaching tubs and is piled in snowy heaps on these more or less wood pulp is used ; and it is in
the little cars, it looks, like cotton batting wrung out this room that it is incorporated with the rag pulp.
of water, wrung into bits. If you take a wad of it in The kinds of wood are spruce and poplar; the former
your hand and pull it apart, you will find a good deal is the stronger of the two, the latter is whiter. It
of tenacity to it. If it had been cut and chopped, as is prepared in another mill (about which more
seemed to be the case, the paper would be brittle, pretty soon), and brought here in large sheets ready
It looks pure white, but if it was given no tint the for use. The quantity of wood pulp added depends
paper would naturally be of a yellowish cast. So it upon the order. Say the Boston Journal, which has
Sis blued as a laundress blues her clothes. They use its paper manufactured here, wants so many pounds






A DAY WITH RAGS, TATTERS 6& CO.

of wood to the hundred. It has only to furnish a prudent way was to get out of it as quickly as possible.
sample, and the order is filled accordingly. A man Finally it is reeled and measured off, sheathed
tears one of these sheets into fragments and throws in strong coverings, labelled, expressed to printing
them into the tub of pulp. The suction-draws them offices whence it re-appears in your morning journal,
swiftly within the power of the machine which will or your monthly WIDE AWAKE. But, after all, the
soon reduce them to a mush, and incorporate them poetic and beautiful element of the thing is in another
thoroughly with the other, but not before they have mill which is not a paper mill at all, but the one
passed again before our eyes looking like a munifi- where the wood pulp is prepared, and a tributary to
cent dessert of floating island -pale goldy-colored it, and distinctively named the "pulp mill." To that
islands on a frothy white sea. we went. They were working the spruce that day.
And now the protracted ordeal is nearly at an end, The place, with its piles of logs, and spout high in
and the thin mush, which is a great deal of water air, down which they were slid to the dumping-
thickened with what is to be paper, is conveyed to ground, suggested a saw mill. In the interior, logs
another long room, by means of a complex arrange- of spruce, fresh enough from the forest to be full
ment of bands and wheels, of whirling and sliding of the fragrant rosin, were ready in four-foot piles.
things, the very sight of which dazes the senses of These were swiftly sawed into short pieces, by two
one who does not understand machinery, and is men one who fed and one who held the wood
afraid of it, too. Some way it is to be seen in that against the dazzling, dangerous, whirling steel; at
other room, where it is shaken as in a sieve; and another machine the bark was taken off; at a third a
strained as in an endless milk strainer; and pressed, man held the section of log while a guillotine- a
and compelled into a narrow passage-way where deadly, horrible iron thing came down with terrible
absorption takes place; it seems to be going over a certainty and cleft it. in billets as he offered it.
dam (or under one), and along a glassy-looking road- These were tossed into machines where were lying
way like a flume; it is now in sight, and now it in ambush grindstones of tremendous power; and
is not; now it looks substanceless, but before you when next you saw, what a moment before was a
know how it can have happened, it is going first over segment of a tree was cream-colored pulp.. Then, it
one hot cylinder, and then over another, and if you was put through another process, and lo! thick
follow on you soon come to an endless web of paper blankets a yard square, exquisite in color, luxurious,
being wound almost smoking hot on a huge roller, ready to be carried over to the paper mill.
All this our guide, who had conducted us through The sap of the tree was still in them; the texture
the buildings, tried to make us understand-that the of wood, to which so many summer winds and rains,
sifting and the straining and the constant stream of and so much sunshine had been tributary. The pale
water were to sift out, strain out, and wash out the buff of the lovely fibre was there unchanged. The
last remnants of sand: that the solid rubber bands compression and transformation had not spoiled that
running along each side were to regulate the edges aroma of the woods. I brought away one of the
of the paper; and why this thing and that thing cream-tinted, spruce-flavored sheets, inhaling the
were there. But nothing else was so clear to us as lingering balsam. It called up pictures of lone
that it was hot as a fiery furnace and sopping wet, clearings in the wilderness; of the forest primeval;
scarlet wheels were revolving, and a dangerous hum of wild deer and moose. I dreamed of Katahdin and
and whiz were in the air as they went round, and the the Adirondacks.







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THE RUNAWAY RINGS.
(Mary Gray's Story )

BY SOPHIE MAY.

O DEAR, the old man is out! Why, grandma, never saw a girl with so many rings and ear-rings
don't you know what I mean? I mean the and gold bracelets and things.
rain-man He always comes out of that little Did you ever see an honest true diamond, grammy,
weather-house on the mantel, and looks around, you hard enough to scratch on the window-pane and
know, before it begins to rain. And there, just see, bright enough to put your eyes out- almost? Well,
it's pouring this minute, and there are lots of people one of Cora's rings was a diamond; I suppose it
going by with umbrellas. It makes me think of that came out of a mine. And one of her rings was red;
time last winter, when it rained so hard and I lost I forget the name of it; fiery, rosy red, and all of a
those rings. Do you want to hear about it? Well, twinkle, with a row of pearls around it, like little
you just lie still, and I'll tell you, and we'll have a white currants.
beautiful time. Isn't it a perfect state of bliss to Well, I used to borrow Cora's rings and bracelets
think I've got home and can take care of you ? sometimes, and she used to borrow my old silver ban-
But I did like to be at Washington. It didn't gles-I don't see what she wanted of them; just
seem like winter, with the rain a-raining and the sun bands of silver with five-cent pieces dangling down i
a-shining, and no snow hardly ever, and the streets But auntie Bradford didn't approve of my wearing
just as clean as a floor. Cora's things.
Besides I love auntie Bradford; she's my favorite Little Mary, I don't approve of borrowed finery,"
friend. And a hotel is splendid, there are so many said she.
children it it. Only they're not all alike. Some are So she wanted me to take them back; and I
ever so nice, and some would be nice if they didn't always did take them back ; but sometimes I forgot
have temper. and borrowed them again. I don't remember how I
Now there was Cora Griswold; she had a temper happened to forget.
like this: see me walk across the floor, grandma, But O, I'm not telling the story right. We lived
with my head thrown back so. That was the kind up, up, up, away up on the fourth floor auntie and
of temper she had. But she didn't have it very often, I and always went up and down in the elevator.
and I liked Cora; I mean, almost always I did. I Our room was large and ever so pretty, with two win-





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dows in it, where you could look right out on the ave- once thought of her stealing those rings-not then.
nue. And there was a fireman used to come in and That night-the night I lost them-she was
fix the fire in the grate. there in tne hall, and I was coming along, waltzing a
I slept with auntie and sometimes I wouldn't wake waltz. She set down her broom and pail, and took
in the morning till ever so late, and she would go those rings and put them on her little finger. I let
down to breakfast without me. But she didn't care her do it. And she said, "0 my !." and kept smiling.
she said she didn't expect me to get up when I was I remember it was in the evening and I had just
asleep, for how could I, you know ? And by and by, come up from playing in the public parlor, and I had
she always came back and curled my hair and let on my chrushed-strawberry" dress and an orange
me go down to breakfast with Cora and her mamma in my hand. And I remember I asked her, Does
and the baby. your little sister that you told me of wear curls?"
But before I'd go down, and before auntie'd come And she said, "No; she don't ever does." That
back and while I'd be asleep, the fireman would come was the best Lena could talk.
in with his bucket and fix the fire--I ought to tell Then she gave me back the rings, and I was going
about this, so you'll understand better when I get to right to bed, so I put them in the box on the bureau
the rings. You never knew whether there was coal- -or I thought I did and Lena stood at the door
dust on his face or not, for he was always as black as and looked at me the whole time. There was pink
he could be, and couldn't be any blacker. His name cotton in the box, and the sweetest picture on the
was Lijar, just as if he came out of the Bible, but cover. Then auntie set up the screen between the
somehow I didn't think he was very pious. No, I bed and the light, and I undressed and went right to
seemed to think he was rather un-pious, because he sleep.
rolled his eyes around so much and kept laughing to How I did sleep! I'd been playing blind-man's
himself. And there I'd be fast asleep on the bed; buff, and I slept ever so late. Lijar came in and
but sometimes I'd just peep out under my eyelashes, fixed the fire, and Lena came in and brought the
and he'd be taking down some of the pretty things towels; but I never opened my eyes till I heard
from the mantel and looking at them and laughing to auntie and Cora laughing about me. "Come, you
himself. I thoughtitwasveryimpolite. He oughtn't little sleepy girl," said auntie, and she kissed me on
to have touched a single thing, now ought he, with his both cheeks. I never once thought about the rings, but
hands as black as a coal ? But I never once thought got up and let her curl my hair. She said, "This is
of his stealing-not then. Washington's birthday," said she; and curled a curl
Well, one night after I'd borrowed those rings back and laughed, for Cora was so hungry waiting.
again the diamond ring and the red one with white Amd I remember how it rained; harder than it does
currants around it-I put both the rings in a blue now, ever so much. And after breakfast Cora and I
box -or I thought I did and set the box on the stood by that beautiful window and looked down to
bureau right under the looking-glass. And Lena see the soldiers parade. They didn't mind the rain
stood at the door and saw me. dripping on their pretty caps and uniforms and white
Why, I forgot to tell you about Lena She was gloves. First, they put out one foot and then they
the chambermaid that went around all day with a put out the other foot, all at the same time, to the
pink handkerchief tied on her head and a broom and music. Cora said it was like wooden dolls with
a pail. She was French. She always walked into joints in their knees.
my room before I was up, same as Lijar did. And She didn't see that I hadn't any rings on my fin-
she laughed and shook the feather duster at me gers, and I didn't see it myself. We were watching
sometimes. I suppose she wished I wasn't there on the soldiers on the street, and the people on the
the bed, for she wanted to take off the sheets. She pavement following on after the soldiers. The peo-
didn't know how to talk the American language very pie all had umbrellas. You couldn't see any heads
well, but I didn't blame her. Of course, French peo- at all; all you could see was umbrellas.
pie have to learn to talk, just like babies. But she We wanted to dress up our dolls like soldiers. They
was a pretty girl, and I supposed she was a great were all girls and wore Kate Greenaway dresses, but
deal better than Lijar. She told me one day that auntie said they could be woman's rights soldiers just
she could say her prayers in French, and so I never the same; and she made some shiny black caps, and






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we tucked up their curls, and so cunning and brave she could take them as well as not. I always thought
as they looked she had a horrid face ; she looks as if she'd steal "
Afterwards, I remember auntie went to the next I spoke so sure and certain that I expected auntie
room to read to old Mrs. Locke, and I waited for her; would ring the bell for Lena, and I was going to hide
and Cora went down to lunch. But O, the moment under the bed when Lena came in. But instead she
Cora was gone, I thought of those rings and went to only stood there and said, O, little Mary," again.
the box on the bureau. But just think, grandma, Then she talked about the Golden Rule. "Was
they weren't there There was the pink cotton in it kind to s'pect people," she said ; was it right ?"
the box, but not a ring to be seen. It made me feel so ashamed to have her blame me,
A perfectly awful feeling went over me. I know I grandma, for she's my favorite friend I mean except
turned pale, for I had to pour my handkerchief wring- you and papa and mamma and the rest of the family.
ing wet with cologne. Why, you just think Did But I thought Lena took the rings just the same.
you ever have anything so terrible happen to you? Then auntie began to hunt everywhere; in all my
Why, those rings cost more money than I had in this pockets, and in my dolls' pockets, and in the waste-
world And Cora's grandfather gave her the red basket, and in the books and under the table. The
ring, that died. more she hunted and didn't find them the worse I
I hunted and hunted, under the bed and under felt. I kept thinking she'd say Little Mary again,
the rugs, and pulled the drawers all out. And I and, "Now I hope this will be a lesson to you, and
knew papa would have to pay for them, and he'd don't you wish you'd obeyed me, little Mary?" But
think I was very expensive! He would have to cure she was just as sweet! She went with me to early
ever so many sick people and ride in the night for dinner, and let me have lady-fingers and ice-cream
days and weeks to pay for those rings. 'Specially and three nuts and six raisins, just as always.
the beautiful red one with white currants round it. And after dinner she began to hunt again without
And she thinking so much of her grandfather too! I scolding one bit. She took all the clothes out of the
knew she'd never forgive me, but always go around closet and shook them and put them back again and
with her head thrown back; and how I should feel! 0, I don't know what she didn't do.
I wished then I'd obeyed auntie and not borrowed If we don't find them, I shall have to tell Cora,
what didn't belong to me. It was just awful to have sha'n't I ? said I.
auntie know it. I wished I needn't be obliged to tell. And she said yes, I'd have to tell her, but I
She came in from reading to that old lady, and I needn't do it yet, not till we'd hunted a little longer.
was crying on the bed. First I wanted to say I was Then she kissed me, just as if she loved me after
crying about my silver mug that Baby Griswold dented all, on both cheeks; and I sat down and read Won-
all up, striking it against the gate; and so I was- a ders of the Deep and cried.
little. I could always cry about that! But my truly How homely Lena's face did look to me when I
tears were for the rings, and I wouldn't let myself be met her in the hall! How I did despise her! I
so mean as not to tell the truth. Besides, I wanted despised her so I couldn't eat hardly any supper:
auntie to help me find them, you know [ and I didn't want to drink a drop of water, because
When I told her, she said, "Ah, little Mary, so I'd been reading Wonders of the Deep, how water
you've been borrowing again is all full of little live things. I never used to know
I knew she was displeased, because she was so cool it, you see. I used to swallow 'em and not think.
in her manner. I asked her to "please not blame Oh, well, I won't stop to talk about insects. I
me," said I; and told her I was sure Lena had despised Lena, but you don't know whether she was
stolen the rings, for she knew where they were and bad or not, grandma. I mustn't tell yet, for I want
saw me put them in the box. 0, little Mary, is to make it sound like a story.
that all the reason you have for saying so ?" said Well, there was something very queer happened next
she. You shouldn't make a remark like that, unless morning about Lijar, there certainly was. He didn't
you know it to be true." come to fix the fire till it all went out; and then he
But I do know it, auntie," said I. Lena always didn't come; it was another man. Auntie asked where
admired those splendid rings, and when she came in Lijar was, and the new man said, In the lock-up."
this morning with the towels and found me asleep, He said he had been put in for stealing. Auntie was





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very much surprised, for she used to talk to Lijar, floor to look it over. It was next to the upper
and liked him. She asked what he had been steal- drawer that she took out, and she happened to look
ing, and the man said it was a gold watch and chain, up at the empty place in the bureau where it belonged,
Perhaps it isn't true though," said auntie. But I and there she saw something shining through a crack.
remembered about his touching things and laughing It was both those rings. They had got pushed into
to himself when I was asleep, and I began to think the crack and stuck there. Stuck on a splinter.
all in a minute that he took those rings. Auntie said of course I had put them in the upper
So I didn't wait for the fireman to go away. I drawer instead of the box, and I suppose I had. It
jumped right up and told auntie just what I thought. was because I was so sleepy. I don't see how she
I said I was so sorry now that I'd s'pected Lena, for I ever found them, for they were sticking to that
knew Lena was a good girl, and 'twas Lijar that stole, splinter very tight, and might have stuck there for
won't you please write a note to the Presi- years and years if she hadn't happened to look up
dent," said I, and ask him to make Lijar give back and see them shining right in her eyes.
those beautiful rings ?" O grandma, I tell you there wasn't a feeling in
But she never stirred. She said, "Little Mary, me that wasn't happy I went right down to the
you don't know any more about Lijar than you knew second floor to Cora's room and laughed right out.
yesterday about Lena," said she; you're hasty again." She didn't know what I meant till I gave her those
I don't think I'm hasty at all," said I. "Lijar is rings and told her how dreadfully they'd been lost.
a horrid, dreadful man, or what did they put him in And I said I'd never borrow them any more. I didn't
the lock-up for ? If he'd steal a big watch he'd steal want to be an expensive girl, and my papa such a
little rings If he'd steal one thing he'd steal every- poor doctor, and Mrs. Griswold said, That is right."
thing !" said I. There, that's pretty near the end. Only I met
But auntie didn't pay the least attention, only Lena in the hall as I went back, and she smiled the
laughed. It's so nice for ladies to be grown up, so pleasantest smile, and told me, I did been to your
they know how to keep still and think. They never room, Miss Mary." Yes, grandma, she did been
do queer things such as little girls do. there and left me a bunch of violets. You see she
I was glad afterwards that auntie didn't write to never thought I could s'pect her of stealing or she
the President, for the President was sick that day and wouldn't have done it. Why, it made me feel so un-
couldn't have gone to the lock-up. Besides, if he kind and ashamed to smell those violets !
had gone--well, just you be patient, grandma! Oh, yes, I thought there was more. I forgot Lijar.
Auntie curled my hair and sent me down to break- He hadn't stolen a watch at all. He hadn't done a
fast with Cora and her mamma. "You needn't say speck of a thing. It was another man that was put
anything yet to Cora," said she, "for I'm going to in the lock-up. Lijar had broken his leg, and that
persevere a little longer." was all that ailed him.
So I didn't say a word to Cora, and auntie hunted. Auntie went to his house to see him, and I went
I thought she was a very queer woman to keep perse- with her. It was a queer old house full of children,
vering when she knew it was no use. I came back oh! ever so many children. Lijar was in awful pain,
after breakfast feeling very bad, for it seemed as if so auntie said, but he didn't groan any and you know
Cora's mother had been looking at my hands the he could not look pale. He thanked us for the
whole time I was eating. I opened the door of our oranges, and his wife said he was always good and
room, and what do you think ? There stood auntie, kind and she'd rather be hurt herself than to have
and she had both those rings on a knitting needle, Lijar hurt. Then I felt ashamed again, to think how
holding them up for me to see. I'd called him horrid, when he wasn't horrid at
Look at your runaway rings," said she. Why, I all and it was another man that stole.
never was so happy! I thought of course Lijar had There, grandma, I wouldn't tell this story to any-
brought them or else Lena. But no, auntie had body but you, for fear they'd think I was cruel and
found them in that room, and you can't guess where. unkind. But it's the very last time I'll talk so about
She had hunted in that bureau five hundred times people, unless I know it is certainly true. If auntie
and it hadn't done any good. But this time she didn't say, I hope this will be a lesson to you, little
took out one of the drawers and sat down on the Mary," it will be a lesson, I just about know.





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THE LIGHTS OF PARIS.

BY ISABEL SMITHSON.

HREE hundred and sixty years King Francis the First, had been taken prisoner, and
kt ..-...' ago there were no lights in the had lost eight thousand of his soldiers. This news
streets of Paris. People who filled all France with grief and confusion, and Parlia-
wanted to go out in the evening ment, fearing riots in the capital, gave strict orders
were obliged to have servants that all the people should light their window candles
walking before them with and keep in readiness their pails of water.
S torches. Those who could not afford Thirty-three years afterwards, at about the time of
this carried their own lights, while the Sir Walter Raleigh's first coming to America, a law
very poor people groped along, feeling was passed in Paris that on account of the increasing
their way by the walls and fences. numbers of thieves, robbers and forces of doors,"
In times of war, however, it was the a good light should be kept burning at the corner of
law for every citizen to put a lighted every street, from ten o'clock at night until four in
candle in his window, and a pail of the morning, and where the street is so long
water on his doorstep ; the light, to keep that the said light can not be seen from one end to
away robbers, and the water to be used the other, there shall be another light placed in the
in case of fire. What middle of the said street." This law was proclaimed
should we think nowadays, throughout the city with a flourish of trumpets, but
S of a large city with neither we should have thought the lamp-posts very strange
police nor firemen affairs; for they were merely wooden poles with a
The people of Paris did horizontal bar on the top of each, from which hung
not obey this law very an iron pot containing resin and burning tow. It was
strictly; and there is still much like the light that fishermen carry on theii
Sept among the state masts. Of course this made a great deal of smoke
papers an old, old letter, and a strong smell of tar; but the people did not
'. dated 1525, from Louisa, mind that, for now they could at least see their way
the Queen-mother, in about the streets at night.
''.i- which she announced to In 1576, when Henry the Third was king, civil
Parliament that her son, war snuffed out the hanging lights of Paris; for in





yI-E LIGIITS OF PARIS.

the confusion of political .- -
quarrels, the street lan-
terns were entirely neg- .
elected, and History tells .
us what sort of place .
Paris nwas at that tine --
and what horrible deeds ..
were committed at night
under cover of the dark- --r., i
ness of the streets. In
the reign of the next R "-*' -
king, Henry the Fourth,
and during the civil war P
of the Fronde, when the r TO IEP AWAY RO i ERS.
people refused to obey
their young king, it was -b p these freebooters, robbed
no better. The city was s of his money and jewels,
Snod beperr. IT. murdere
totally unlighted, and at :, and perhaps even murdered.
night the streets were I At last an Italian abbot
thronged with robbers named Landati Caraffa
who hid in the dark cor- thought of a plan for help-
ners watching their -. ing the Parisians out of
chance to rush out and / < their troubles, and at the
rob the passers; and what THE PAIL OF WATER REQUIRED BY LAW. same time making himself
made things worse, the rich. He organized a com-
streets were almost entirely without pavements, so pany of light-bearers to guide people through the
that while a person was busy picking his way through streets at night, for which they charged five sous
the mud, he was very apt to be pounced on by one of (cents) for a quarter of an hour. Each carried an






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HE COL.LI) AFFORI) IT. HIS OWN TORCH-BEARER. THIEF VERY POOR GROPED ALONG.






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oil lamp which gave as much light as six large candles, carry out in a city which had no street lamps, which
and wore in his belt a sand-glass of a quarter of an had never been swept, and which was, besides,
hour. When one of these light-bearers was engaged swarming with thieves. But La Reynid set to work
he would, after receiving his money,
light his lamp, turn down his glass
and set off, and the only drawback
to the usefulness of these walking : .
lamp-posts was the fact that no one --
could answer for their honesty, more
than one of them having been known 0 .
to overpower and rob his employer "' I
on reaching a lonely street. Still, '
for want of a better, this plan con-
tinued to be carried out, even until i'' '.
the beginning -of the present cen- .. ,,
tu ry. "
The person who succeeded best
in lighting Paris was also the founder -
of the French police force, Nicholas A
de la Reynid. In 1667, he was .', L A'''I ,
made Lieutenant-General of police, -- ,
and Louis the Fourteenth gave -


\ i / W TREACHIIROUS LIGIIT-PrERERS.

"I, -' ."vigorously; had the mud and dirt carted away,
S. formed a large body of night watchmen, and ordered
-- that candles protected by glass should be hung by
I' cords from the first story of the houses. It was not
-.. thought necessary, however, to have these lights used
; during the summer months, and it was soon discov-
.- --.-. ered that thieves and pickpockets began their work
-'' again as soon as the warm weather returned, so that
\ scarcely a night passed without the dismal, desperate
S' cry, He/p / helf !" being heard in the streets.
',. Then the people clamored to have the lights kept
burning the whole year round; and after a great deal
S' of delay it was decided that the city should be lighted
,.. i from the twentieth of October to the thirty-first of
'' March, which was a gain of forty days, or rather of
-- -" ty-
forty nights.
S The people were very much pleased with this
S arrangement, and Madame de Sevigne, who lived in
Paris at that time, said in a letter to her daughter:
"* "We supped yesterday at Mme. Contange's, where
THE NIGHTFALL CRIER.-" HANG OUT YOUR LANTERNS." we met Mme. Scarron, and about midnight we came
home very gayly without being the least afraid of rob-
him for his watchword these three nouns: Cleanli- bers thanks to the lights in the streets."
ness, Light, Safety; a very difficult programme to At the end of the seventeenth century, there were





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in Paris six thousand five hundred of these street Paris to the death-bed of his royal great-grandfather.
lights, consuming more than a thousand pounds of The glaziers, therefore, were set to work at once
candles every night. Each lantern was ornamented to get the lanterns ready. Unfortunately, four years
with the figure of a cock, the emblem of watchful- after this a violent hurricane passed over Paris,
ness; and just at nightfall a man went through the breaking all the panes of glass in the lanterns, and
streets ringing a bell ; at this signal the people were even bending and twisting the iron rods.
obliged to untie the lantern cords that were fastened In 1766 the first street lamps appeared. A cotton
to their houses, let down the lanterns, and light the wick steeped in oil was used instead of a candle, and
candles, which were left burning till two in the morning, a reflector was added to increase the light. All the
During the terrible winter of 1709, when France candle-lanterns were taken away, and these oil lamps
was afflicted with famine as well as war, there were put in their places, and the light was so much more






























A WELL-LIGHTED STREET.-- 160-80. HOTEL DE CLUNY.


no lights in Paris, for the starved cattle died in such bright and steady that the people thought the highest
numbers that there was not enough tallow to make point in street lighting had been reached, and every
candles. one laughed at the old lanterns, as we of to-day laugh
Six years later, however, on the night of the twenty- at their oil-lamps, and as our children will, no doubt,
seventh of August, King Louis the Fourteenth was make fun of our gas-lights.
taken so ill that every one knew he would soon die, and These oil lamps were used the entire year except
his son-in-law, the Duke of Orleans, sent an order that at the time of the full moon, when they were always
the street lights should be put in their places at once, left unlighted, even though the moon were entirely
to be in readiness in case the little Dauphin (after- clouded over This foolish custom, however, was
wards Louis the Fifteenth) should have to go through soon done away with.






THE LIGHTS OF PARIS.

S%_- '_.. .iic.L AU r.- c"2 ...But neither lanterns nor lamps
S could interfere with the Abbot
SCaraffa's torch-bearers; they still
.-_ . waited at the doors of houses
.'i where balls were taking place,
stood at the entrance of theatres,
S"-- or went about the streets carrying
their torches and crying out:
L F're- r" tW/Ao wants a lqkht? They were
i .'- always ofi hand in time to call the
e watchman in case of alarm of fire
a t a or thieves; they would run for a
carriage, escort people home, and
S. ', sometimes would even go up-stairs
With belated persons and light the
candles in their rooms An old
picture shows us some torch-bearers
S.l I walking in front of two young peo-
ple who look as if they were not
giving much thought to robbers.
During the French Revolution,
no attention whatever was paid to
the lighting of the city, but yet the
street-lamp played its part a hor-
rible one in the fearful tragedy
/, of that time. The fatal cry "A lZa




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THE TORCH-BEARERS STILL ES- -
CORTED PEOPLE HOME.

A French writer tells us I.
that Queen Marie Antoinette I -
and her brother-in-law, the
Count d'Artois, used often -' 4 -
to go at night from Versail- [ !
les to Paris to attend balls 4' -
and theatres, and so the road
between the palaces was al- .4 0
ways kept lighted until the J -
royal coach had passed. "---"
Five leagues and a half-- A -
more than thirteen miles of N I
street-lights The illumina- -
tion of the "royal progress "
was thought by the people
a very brilliant spectacle. THE TIME OF OIL LAMPS.- MAKING MERRY OVER THE OLD CANDLE-LANTERNS.






THE LIGHTS OF PA RIS.

lanterne!" (To the lantern !) was heard nightly in because they got entangled in the catafalque.
the dark streets of Paris, and then a savage, howling Twice were royal funerals interrupted on this way;
mob would come tearing along, dragging some terri- on the twenty-first of January, 1815, the bodies of the
fled creature who a few minutes later would be swing- unfortunate Louis the Sixteenth, and Marie Antoi-
ing lifeless from the iron bar of the street lantern. nette, his wife, were taken from the cemetery of La
Foulon, who was a friend to the king, was the first Madeleine, to the church of St. Denis, and as no
one of hundreds who perished in this way during the one had thought to remove the street lamps, the top
Reign of Terror. of the funeral-car caught in the cords of a lantern,
In 1787 the Argand burner was invented by Aimn and it took a long time to disentangle them.
Argand, a native of Switzerland. He made a lamp In December, 1840, when the body of Napoleon
























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GASLIGHT, LATE AFTERNOON IN THE RAINY SEASON. PORTE ST. MARTIN.

in which a flat wick of twisted cotton was placed the Great was carried to the Church of the Invalides,
between two tubes, and in the centre the air was able great care had been taken to remove the lamps in
to circulate freely, while a glass chimney aided the those streets where the procession was to pass ; but
draught and prevented the wick from smoking. after the grand ceremony was over and the empty
This invention was made perfect in 1821, by a funeral car was returning by a shorter way to the
lamp-manufacturer named Vivien, and these burners undertaker's, it was stopped by a lamp, and had to
were used all over Paris until the introduction of gas, be left in the street till the next day.
eight years afterwards. The lamps were hung over Some years before this, the discovery of gaslight
the gutters, which in those days ran down the middle was made by a Frenchman named Phillippe Le Bon,
of the street, and the lamps had to be taken down a very clever engineer.
when a funeral procession passed underneath, It was already known that hydrogen-gas would






THE LIGHTS OF PARIS.

























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THE ELECTRIC LIGHT. ARC DU CAROUSEL.

burn easily, but Le Bon was the first one to show and on the last day of the year, 1829, the first gas-
how it could be used for lighting, light appeared in Paris. This was in the Rue de la
When he was thirty-one years old, he tried the Paix; six months later, the Rue Vivienne was lighted,
experiment of burning some wood, and causing the and then one by one the old oil lamps were taken
smoke to pass through water, and he found that this down, and before very long Paris contained eight
would produce a pure gas which when lighted made thousand gas-lights.
a bright flame and an intense heat. He called his In the French capital, however, electricity is, of
gas-machine a Thermo-lampco, and invited the people course, fast taking the place of gas. It is so much
to come and witness his experiment, brighter and so much cheaper that of course in
The new gas was considered very wonderful, but time, perhaps when the children of to-day are men
was not put to use until long after the death of its and women, all streets and theatres, possibly even
discoverer, private dwellings, will be brilliantly illuminated by
A German named Winsor, took up Le Eon's idea, the silvery moon-like radiance of electric light.







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MR. ANY-TIME THE SPAN IARD.



MR. ANY-TIME THE SPANIARD.

BY H. H.

I HAVE a friend whose reply generally is, when own thing to be done -its own duty. If one single
you ask him to do a thing: Oh, yes, that can thing is put off, that thing will have to be crowded
be done any time." into the day, or the hour, or the minute which be-
He is not in the least unwilling to do things. He longed to something else; and then neither thing will
is not obstinate about admitting that the things ought be well done.
to be cone, but his first instinctive impulse in regard Thirdly, If it can be done now; that alone is
to almost everything in life is to put it off a little, reason enough for doing it now; that alone is
If you remonstrate with him, he has a most exas- enough to prove that now is the natural time,
operating proverb on his tongue's end, and he is the proper time for it. Everything has its own natu-
never tired of quoting it : There is luck in leisure." ral time to be done, just as flowers have their natural
Do what you will, you can't make him see that this time to blossom, and fruits have their natural time to
proverb is aimed at people who hurry unwisely; not ripe and fall.
in the least at people who are simply prompt. As if Just suppose for a minute that such things should
headlong haste and quiet, energetic promptitude were get into the way of saying, Any time !" That the
in the least like each other. grains should say, Oh, we can get ripe any day,"
We call Mr. Any-Time the Spaniard, because it is and should go on, putting it off and putting it off all
well known that the Spaniard's rule of life is, Never through July and August, and September, and Ooto-
do to-day that which can be put off till to-morrow." ber; for when people once begin to put off, there
Even into the form of a historical proverb, the record is no knowing what will stop them until, all of a
of this national trait of the Spanish people had crys- sudden, some day a sharp frost should come and
tallized many years ago. Even the Spanish people kill every grass-blade throughout the country. What
themselves say sarcastically, Succors of Spain : late would we do for hay, then, I wonder Why, half
or never." the poor horses and cows would starve, and all because
But says Mr. Any-Time, What is the use of being the lazy grains said they could get ripe any time."
in such a hurry? Oh, do be quiet, can't you Let's Suppose strawberries or apples should take it into
take a little comfort;" and then he settles back in their heads to say the same thing. Wouldn't we get
his chair and looks at you with such a twinkle in his out of patience going, day after day, looking for some
eyes that you half forgive him for his laziness. That ripe enough to eat ? And wouldn't the summer be
is one thing to be said for lazy people. They are al- gone before they knew it? and all the time be wasted
most always good-natured. that the vines and the trees had spent putting out
Then we preach a little sermon to him, and the their leaves and blossoms, which had not come to
sermon has four heads; four good reasons why we fruit ? And wouldn't the whole world and every-
ought to do things promptly. body's plan of living be thrown into confusion if
Firstly, we say to him, How dost thou know, 0 such things were to happen ?
lazy Spaniard, that thou canst do this thing at any Luckily no such thing is possible in this orderly
other time than the present? Many things may pre- earth, which God has made with a fixed time for
vent sickness, thine own or thy friends'- business, everything; even for the blossoming of the tiniest little
forgetfulness, weather, climate ; there is no counting flower, and for the ripening of the smallest berry that
up all the things which happen, and which hinder our was ever seen. Nobody ever heard the words "any
doing the things we have planned to do, but have put time" from anything in this world except human
off doing." beings.
Secondly, "There is another truth, 0 lazy Mr. Fourthly, we say to our dear Spaniard, Things
Any-Time, each day, each hour, each minute, has its which are put off are very likely never to be done at






MR. ANY-TIME THE SPA NIARD.

all. The chances are that they will be at last for- Now most of you have had a sort of photograph
gotten, overlooked, crowded out. of this dangerous and dreadful thief I have been
Any time" is no time; just as "anybody's work" describing. But you will never guess till I tell you
is nobody's work, and never gets attended to, or if it where it is. It is in your writing-book, under the
is done at all, isn't half done. letter P.
And after we have preached through our little ser- You had to write out the description of him so
mon with its four heads, then we sum it all up, and many times that you all know it by heart.
add that the best of all reasons for never saying a "Procrastination is the thief of time." When you
thing can be done any time is that, besides being wrote that sentence over and over, you did not think
a shiftless and lazy phrase, it is a disgraceful one. very much about it, did you ? When we are young it
It is the badge of a thief ; the name and badge of the always seems to us as if there were so much time in
worst thief that there is in the world; a thief that the world, it couldn't be a very great matter if a thief
never has been caught yet, and never will be; a thief did steal some of it. But I wish I could find any
that is older than the Wandering Jew, and has been words strong enough to make you believe that long
robbing everybody ever since the world began; a before you are old you will feel quite differently. You
thief that scorns to steal money or goods which will see that there isn't going to be half time enough
money could buy; a thief that steals only one thing, to do what you want to do; not half time enough to.
but that the most precious thing that was ever made. learn what you want to learn; to see what you
It is the custom to have photographs taken of all want to see. No, not if you live to be a hundred,
the notorious thiefsthat are caught; these photographs not half time enough; most of all, not half time
are kept in books at the headquarters of the police, enough to love all the dear people you love. Long
in the great cities, and when any suspicious character before you are old, you will feel this ; and then, if
is arrested the police officers look in this book to you are wise, you will come to have so great a hatred
see if his face is among the photographs there. Many of this master thief that you will never use or, if
a thief has been caught in this way when he supposed you can help it, let anybody you know use, that
that he was safe. favorite by-word of his, any time."



























CHIEOFOF IJS TRIBE.






BEiNNY'S DISAPPEARANCE.




BENNY'S DISAPPEARANCE.


By MRS. MARY CATHERINE LEE.

S--__. VERY year a few of wanted something that hung unsupported ; something
S-I-I' t the blest among airy; something worthy of the acrobatic art, upon
-- the boys of Still which he could walk with credit and grace, and,
a "i Harbor were tak- reaching the end, bow and kiss his hand to the spec-
I '' en to New Haven tators, before returning. For this he searched by
or New London day, and of this he dreamed by night. And one day
to see the Great- he found it.
est Show on "Benny," said his mother on the morning of that
Earth, while day, "your grandmother Potter has sent for you to
S --the unlucky come over. She's going to have uncle John's and
:mainder were uncle Calvin's boys there. You'll like that, won't
....:liged to content you ?"
riemselves with Hi shouted Benny, throwing up his new straw
.- .": Ih at imagination hat, the sign and seal of pleasant summer weather,
1: could do for them. "I'd like to see the fellow that wouldn't!"
But one memorable At nine o'clock that morning -at exactly nine
year Mr. P. T. Barnum lauded and magnified himself o'clock- Benny started. His mother remembered
on our own fences. His magnanimity ran over and it well, for she looked up at the clock and said:
flowed into Still Harbor, bringing all his miracles and Now, don't hurry, Benny ; go along easily and
monsters to our very doors, as it were, and we had you'll get there before ten," for Grandmother Potter's
no more miserable boys. But we had plenty of boys was scarcely two miles back in the country, and
Swho aspired to be miracles and monsters, or boys Benny thought nothing of stepping over there, espe-
who essayed the trapeze, the tight rope, the flying cially when inducements were offered.
leap and all sorts of possible and impossible acrobatic He called his dog Sandy, and marched off with a
contortions and distortions, light step and a light heart; but his hands remained
Eminent among these was Benny Briggs, for if you at home, that is to say, his hands were nowhere so
looked high enough, you could see him any day with much at home as in his trousers pockets, and thr-e
a balancing pole in his hand, walking on the ridge- they reposed, while Benny paced along, whistling
poles and fences, or making of himself all sorts of "Not for Joseph, not if I knows it," and Sandy
peduncles and pendulums ; bringing about in his nosing it all the way. His mother watched him with
own individual person the most astonishing inver- pride as usual, the neighbors saw him go by and
sions, subversions and retroversions, the most remark- said, There goes Benny Briggs ; he hain't broken
able twists and lurches and topsey-turveys and top- his neck yet, but I presume to say that'll be the next
plings-over. thing he does."
But there was one opportunity that Benny's soar- Uncle John's and uncle Calvin's boys from New
ing ambition had not embraced. His active mind Haven, arrived early at Grandmother Potter's, a place
had never yet discovered the possibility of a real which seemed to them to contain all the pleasures of
tight rope. For a real tight rope he languished, on a all the spheres, for grandmother's weakness was for
tight rope he yearned to walk. The clothes line was boys, and nothing suited her better than getting all
a little too slender; his sister Fanny's skipping rope her grandsons together and giving them full swing,"
was not only too slender, but too short; and these as Abijah called it, and Abijah was made by nature
were the only ropes of his acquaintance. The ridge- to help grandmother out in her benevolent plans.
poles and fences only mocked at his ideal. He He instituted jolly measures, and contrived possibil-






BEBNY'S DISAPPEARANCE.

ities of riot and revel that no mortal ever thought of ness in another direction. But no Benny was to be
before. As circuses were the fashion in urchin seen.
society, on that particular day, Abijah, like a wizard, He can't be far off," said Joe, seizing an oppor-
had called up out of the farm resources, and out of tunity to look at his new silver watch, for it's half-
certain mysterious resources of his own, that were so past ten now, and Ben is always here before ten -
plainly of unearthly origin that it was of no use in the always was, I mean."
world to try to look into or understand them, such a Let's go up to the top of the hill and meet him,"
circus as would have made not only P. T. Barnum, proposed Will; "we can see him from there any-
but the ancient Romans themselves perfectly miser- how."
able with envy. There was the trapeze, the tight So Charlie and Joe and Morris and Will and Cad
rope, the--well, alas, I don't know the names of started for the top of the hill, while Harry and Rob,
them all, having had a limited education in such who were a good deal inclined to wait for things to
matters, but there they all were, whatever they are come to them, remained to swing on the gate.
called-those things that make a perfect, finished, spal- The five spies soon returned and reported that
en-did, be-yeu-ti-ful circus. There were hoops with Benny was nowhere to be seen. Impatience now
tissue paper pasted over them, to be jumped through seized them all, and they flocked into the house to
by the most wonderful bareback riders on earth, and put it to grandma whether it wasn't mighty queer
old Tom, grandmother's own horse, was perfectly that Ben Briggs hadn't come.
safe as a trained Arabian steed, when 'Bijah was there He hasn't come ? exclaimed grandma, looking up
to see how the thing was managed. Everything was over her glasses at the clock. "Why, what can be the
safe and sure and delightful when 'Bijah had charge matter? It's almost eleven o'clock! "
of it. Nothing ever went wrong, or upset, or came It's one minute and a quarter past," said Joe,
to a sorry end with him or his plans. He knew what appealing to his watch. Your clock's evenn minutes
he was about, and ends with him were even more slow."
brilliant and satisfactory than beginnings and means. "0, get out! said Charlie, with a contemptuous
I shouldn't dare to fully tell you what good times the sniff. All the clocks are either fast or slow, accord-
boys had at Grandmother Potter's, especially on ing to that turnip."
Fourth of Julys, Thanksgivings, Christmases and Here would have ensued a good deal of pro and
birthdays, for fear of making all the boys who con about watches, but grandma held them to the
couldn't go there, discontented and low spirited for subject of Benny Briggs. She drew from them that
the rest of their lives. I'm sorry for those boys, but at they had been to the very top of the hill and couldn't
the same time I may as well go on and tell them see him coming.
about Benny Briggs. He was preparing to be very Grandma was surprised and disappointed. It's
discontented and low spirited just at the moment when incomprehensible," said she.
Joe and Will and Harry and Rob and Charlie and 0, I say, grandma," groaned Charlie, flopping
Morris and Cad were shouting their exultation at the into a chair and fanning himself, with his hat, what
only wonderful circus on earth. They all decided a big word! In-com-pre-hen-si-ble And the other
that the performances were not to begin, however, day you said Prist-by-te-ri-an-ism O my "
until Benny Briggs arrived. There could be no circus "P-p-p-p-pooh! stuttered Morris, who was always
without Ben. No, indeed There were stars of the a little ahead of everybody, except in conversation;
arena among them, of various magnitudes, but Benny I know a 1-1-1-1-longer word."
was the comet that outshone and outstripped them Let's hear you say it, then," shouted the rest of
all. the boys.
"Why don't he come along ?" said Charlie, danc- Takes you to make long words," said Charlie.
ing a double-shuffle on the barn floor to let off his I-i-i-i-i-i-i "- began Morris, embarrassed by the
impatience. evident want of confidence in his ability.
"Let's go and look for him," said Joe, and they "Go it!" said Charlie.
a.ll shuffled off down to the gate, thinking to see Benny Fire away said Joe.
with his nose pointed straight for that gate, or as In-co-co-co-co-co," proceeded Morris.
straight as could be expected, considering its faithful- Spell it!" suggested Harry.






BENNY'S DISAPPEARANCE.

"I-n, in, c-o-m-e, come," spelled Morris with great herself. I hope he hasn't been doing anything he
fluency, and then stopped short, ought not to he's such a little rogue."
"Income/'" exclaimed two or three voices disdain- "Wal, I d' know's I should be for goin' so fur's to
fully. Call that a long word ? Ho-ho say that, Mis' Potter, but Benny is curis, and mebbv
N-n-no; wwa-wa-wa-ait a minute," implored Morris, he has slipped over to Spain or France before coming'
tugging at a button on his jacket, and fixing a studi- round here," said 'Bijah.
ous, inquiring gaze on the kitchen floor. O dear groaned grandmother, the names of
Write it," said Will. these far-away regions giving her a sense of exposure
"I c-c-c-c-can't," said poor Morris gloomily, and danger, I hope nothing has happened to my
"Give it up, then," recommended Joe. Benny. 'Bijah, you must harness up and go over and
"No sir," said Charlie, putting his feet up in a see what's the matter."
second chair and making himself comfortable, I Yes'm," said 'Bijah, turning to obey, and every
don't give it up, sir; I'm going to know what this boy set up a petition that he should go in the long
bumper of a word is." wagon and let them go too. So in the long wagon
"Well, how are we ever going to know if Morris they went, shouting and whistling and singing along,
can't say it nor spell it nor write it ? demanded Joe. with their eyes wide open to catch a sight of Benny,
Mebby he can thing it," said little Cad. if by chance he should be coming, loitering on his
Good for you, Caddy !" said Charlie. You've way. But not oneofthem looked in the right direction.
hit it; Morris can sing fast enough. Now, Morris, In spite of Benny's frequent little derelictions from
we'll sing, I love to go to Sunday-school,' and you the path he might have been expected to walk in, his
sing yourword instead of those. Begin, boys Sing mother was greatly surprised and troubled to hear
loud, Morris. that he had not arrived at his grandmother's, and,
So the boys all sang softly furthermore, that he had not been seen on the road.
Why, nothing could have tempted him to stay
I love, I love, I lI lov e love, away from grandma's," said she. Still," she added
I love to go to Sunday-school -
after a moment's reflection, "he may have gone by
except Morris, who sang with a triumphant shout the Brook road and met Johnny Barstow. If he has,
and then stopped to do a little fishing, he would
I love, Ilove, I love, I love,
I n-co pre-hen-si-bl, -i-ty never think how the time was flying. I never saw a
In-com-pre-hen-si-bil-i-ty!
boy who had so little idea of time as Benny."
and the boys gave him three cheers. "Wal," said 'Bijah, we'll go down the Brook road
At that moment grandma purposely left the pantry way'n see 'f we c'n ketch this young trout."
door open, and there, disclosed to view, was a land of So they returned by the Brook, but found no
promise; a row of delicious little cakes, with choc- Benny, and Johnny Barstow hadn't seen him.
late frosting, smiling on the pantry shelf. The boys Every ray of the calm smile which usually shone in
instantly crossed over to this inviting land and took Grandma Potter's face faded when she saw 'Bijah and
possession, while grandma, who was sometimes rather the boys come back without Benny and heard of
unwise in her loving kindness, looked greatly pleased, their fruitless search. She sat silently down in her
I do wish Benny was here," said she. "Boys," rocking-chair, and her dear, sweet old face was pale.
she added, as if a new thought had come to her, go 'Bijah," said she at length, you must take the
and tell 'Bijah I want to speak to him." colt and the light buggy and go- go somewhere -
The boys clattered out a stampede of young anywhere-everywhere, until you find him. No,
colts, it seemed and soon returned, each doing his boys, you can't go. 'Bijah mustn't be hindered."
part in bringing 'Bijah, for every separate boy had 'Bijah was at a loss where to go, but he obeyed
hold of him somewhere, as if at the least laxity on directions, and went somewhere, anywhere, and it
their part there was danger of his escape. 'Bijah seemed as if he had been everywhere, and inquired
grinned broadly and bore it bravely, at every house in and about Still Harbor, along the
"'Bijah," said grandma Potter, "I must have shore, in the woods and through the fields, but nobody
Benny here to dinner; I can't have his place vacant, had seen Benny since about nine o'clock that morn-
What can have kept him away ? she added, as if to ing.






BENNY'S DISAPPEARANCE.

At last he went again to see if Benny, perhaps, had Benny. The boys sat in the barn door and wondered
got home. in voices hushed almost to whispers, where Benny
"What cried Mrs. Briggs, when she saw 'Bijah could be.
come the second time, he hasn't come ? You Where is Benny ? asked little Fanny again and
haven't found him ? O, my boy, my boy! again. "0, where is Benny?" moaned his poor
0, now, Mis' Briggs, don't you go to worry about mother, and the question sank like lead into his
Benny," said 'Bijah. I never see a boy 't knew how father's heart. Grandma raised her gentle eyes and
to take care of himself better'n Benny. He'll turn asked it of Heaven itself, and you, my children, by
up all right, you'll see." this time are asking it of me. I feel bound to tell
But in spite of his apparent cheerfulness, 'Bijah was you this much: Benny was- I shudder to say it-























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THEY START IN SEARCH OF IIENNY

a good deal troubled himself. Where could Benny Benny was enduring the fate once proposed for Mr.
be, unless at the bottoin of the Sound ? Jefferson Davis.
'Bijah in his search had already been to Mr. The sun was getting low, the shadows were long
Briggs' store to inquire for Benny, and in starting to on the grass, and Benny's pitiful shadow as it
go there again, he met M1r. Briggs coming home. He lengthened, stretched nearer and nearer home. Ah,
and 'Bijah discussed the possibilities and probabilities would he ever get there himself again ?
of Benny's case, and Mr. Briggs agreed to send word It was milking time. 'Bijah sat milking the cows
over to Grandma Potter if Benny came home, and in the barnyard, when in bounced Sandy. He hadn't
'Bijah agreed to come directly over and tell his father come on Benny's account, that was plain. He was
and mother if Benny slPould reach his grandmother's thirsty, and begged for milk, which he had frequently
at the eleventh hour. had from the hand of 'Bijah. He was no story-book
The eleventh hour arrived, however, and still no dog only quite a commonplace fellow, who hadn't






BENNY'S DISAPPEARANCE.

the faintest idea that he ought to have arrived here fancy to cut across a corner of the Kingsbury farm
hours ago, and won fame for himself by showing the that morning, to make the distance to his grand-
way to Benny. However, you'll see presently that mother's shorter, in his unwise fashion, never con-
he wasn't to blame for that. sidering that climbing walls and fences, paddling
'Bijah stopped milking and sprang to his feet. through the marshy meadows and contriving to get
Hello said he, Sandy, I vum That means 't over the ditch would more than overbalance the few
Benny ain't fur off. You don't ketch that feller to steps he saved.
stir a peg from Benny 'f he c'n help himself." When he reached the Kingsbury orchard, where
'Bijah gave Sandy some milk, feeling sure that if all the apple boughs were trained in horizontal
Benny was on earth, Sandy would go straight back lines, with a view to making them bear well, his head
again to where he had left him. Benny was not on seemed to swim with suggestions of tight ropes.
earth, but Sandy, having finished his refreshment, Around and above the air was filled with golden
without even waiting to return thanks, trotted off opportunities as near to tight ropes as Paradise is
across lots at a great pace, 'Bijah following in hot near to Heaven itself. These precious opportunities
pursuit. Away they splashed through the marshy whispered to Benny, the charming visions beckoned,
meadows; jump, they went over the stone walls. and Benny felt that if it cost him two and sixpence,
" Land said 'Bijah. Where be you a-goin' ? as he must have a walk on some of those enchanting
Sandy leaped across a ditch into the great Kingsbury boughs.
orchard. Mr. Kingsbury had died a year before. Everything was just as it had been left when Mr.
His wife had closed the old homestead and gone to Kingsbury died. Against one of the trees stood a
live with her daughter, and the farm had been for ladder, and scattered all about under the trees were
sale ever since. 'Bijah sprang over the ditch and the limbs that had been lopped off, under his direc-
came sprawling into the orchard. tion, the very day when he fell with apoplexy. Here
When he had picked himself up, Sandy was no- and there they had been gathered up in bristling
where to be seen. The loneliness of the deserted farm piles.
and the soberness of approaching evening were all Benny ascended into one after another of these
about him. blissful trees. At first he walked on the lowest
"Hello!" he shouted, and he thought he heard a boughs, but gradually went higher and higher, until
response. Hello !" he repeated, and he was sure he promenaded fearlessly on the very topmost. He
of a faint, faint cry, towards which he bounded, shout- bowed, he kissed his hand, he turned and returned,
ing, "Benny, Benny and presently directly over he was happy and time sped swiftly by. He was so
his head he heard a voice which seemed to come absorbed in his delight, that he heard, as one who
from Heaven, saying: hears not, a wagon go rattling along the road, and
"'Bijah, O 'Bijah, here, up here the shouting, whistling and singing of boys. It
'Bijah looked toward the sky, and behold, dangling was past noon before he recalled the object with
from one of the topmost branches of a famous big which he had left home that morning. He sat upon
sour apple-tree, a pair of sturdy boy's legs! And the very pinnacle of achievement-that is to say, he
there was Sandy, lying on the ground beneath them. sat upon the very highest point in the orchard, his
Jericho said 'Bijah ; and he hadn't much more head up, his spirits up, with such a decidedly upward
than said it before he was scrambling up the tree like tendency that it was hard for him to make up his
a great ourang-outang. With some difficulty he un- mind to descend to the plane of common life. How-
hooked Benny and brought him to earth, arid his ever, he thought it must be something past ten
great warm heart swelled with tender pity as he o'clock, so he slipped himself off his pinnacle, or was
returned home with the poor boy in his arms ; and in the act of doing so, when he missed his hold and
his shoulder was as wet with Benny's tears when he went off with a sudden jerk. Something scraped the
reached there, as if he had been out in a thunder whole length of his back, and seemed to hold him in
storm, a relentless grip. It was the stump of a small branch,
I dare sayyou will partly guess the story of Benny's which had caught him by the bottom of his loose
misfortune, but for the sake of those who are not jacket, and slipped up under it quicker than a wink,
good guessers, I shall tell you that he had taken a as Benny slid down. It was one of those things of





A SUMMER NOON SOLILOQUY.

which we say, "You could not do it again!" home !" and various other commands to Sandy, hop-
And there Benny, exalted, hung. The tips of his ing the dog might go and bring some one to his
toes just touched a bough below; with the tips of rescue, as clogs always do in stories, Sandy sat upon
his fingers and thumb he could reach and pick at the his hind legs and looked at Benny in amazement.
end of a branch above. He tried to throw his legs Never before had he been sent home. He had
up and catch on some salient point. He struggled to stuck to Benny through thick and thin, during all his
reach his elbows up and pull himself back. He would eventful life, and he meant to do it now. So there he
have unbuttoned his jacket, and, slipping his arms did stick, until he saw by the shadows that it was
out, dropped to the ground, but it looked a long way, about milking time, and being thirsty, to say nothing
and directly below him was a pile of the lopped-off of hungry, and observing that Benny was still engaged
branches, with their sharp ends sticking up towards in dancing and tilting on the tips of his toes, Sandy
him like the spikes of cruel- chevaux-de-frise, and he excused himself, went after his milk, and brought
didn't fancy dropping on those. He shouted for back deliverance to Benny, as we have seen.
help, but there was no one to hear him on the deserted Poor, poor Benny The joy of his return called
farm, and the few farmers who rattled by in their out more tears than smiles. Worn and faint and
wagons paid no heed to a boy's shout. Boys are nervous, he was put to bed at grandma Potter's, and
always shouting, and the more hideous the noises it was many days before he was the same old Benny
they make the more it is like them. Sandy, who had Briggs again. In one respect he was never quite the
remained asleep in the grass while Benny performed same. His views in respect to tight ropes had met
his manoeuvres, thought no more of this one than he with a radical change.
had thought of the others. He supposed it was a part
of the fun the very best part of it as he opened P. S. If any of you boys should say as Charlie
one eye and saw those legs dancing in air; and Potter did, "Pooh if I'd been Benny Briggs I
Benny's yells were the things to be expected of could have got down out of that tree," I'll say to you
Benny. But when Benny shouted, Go, Sandy, go as Benny said to him : I'd like to see you try it! "





A SUMMER NOON SOLILOQUY.


BY MRS. WHITON-STONE.

I WISH to-night could be to-day," she said ; Rolling herself right in a little heap;
I've kissed my dolls and they are gone to bed, I wonder if she's dreaming when she stirs,
And I've been sitting in the easy chair And if she tries to tell her dreams in purrs.
Cuddling my pussy cat till, I declare, It's very still I wish she'd stir you see
She's gone to sleep while I've been rocking her. Perhaps she'd purr a little dream to me.
It's very lonesome now she does not purr;
If she were holding me I'd keep awake, I wish my dollies, every one, would wake,
At least I would not make her soft arms ache; Then i should have to put Puss down, and take
But even a kitten seems to have her way My youngest doll to tend -she wouldn't be
More than a little child -she's got to-night to-day. One half as mopy, and she'd smile to me.
The sunshine looks so sleepy on the wall,
If I should try to move and let her go, The clock's hands, moving, seem so very small
She'd wake my youngest doll right up, I know, I hardly hear a tick I wonder why -
And I'm so very tired. It seems to me And things all seem to float, and Puss and I
Kittens are heavier than they used to be. Are floating too If I could have my way "-
It's funny how a pussy goes to sleep, And so she did, and made to-night to-day.





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SOME EDUCATED HORSES.


BY AMANDA B. HARRIS.

S N. E of the most pleas- I am writing this for boys and girls who love ani-
.'ingofmodern English mals, and for those elderly people who are fond of
authors, Philip Gilbert them too, including the lady whom I overheard saving
Hamerton, who is an that see had been nine times to see the remarkable
S artist as well as writer, exhibition. The young folks were enthusiastic patrons
and who loves animals of that little theatre in Boston, where for more than a
-almost as he does art, hundred afternoons and evenings, the "Professor," as
A NOD OF GREETING. says that it would be he was called, showed off his four-footed pupils. One
interesting for a man forenoon he set apart for a free entertainment of as
to live permanently in a large hall into which three many poor children as the house would hold, who
or four horses, of a race already intelligent, should went under the charge of the truant officers and had
be allowed to go and come freely from the time they an overwhelming good time.
were born, just as dogs do in a family where they There were sixteen of the animals, counting a don-
are pets, or something to that effect. They should key, grays, bays, chestnut-colored beauties, and one
have full liberty to poke their noses in their master's who looked buff in the gaslight. In recalling them,
face, or lay their heads on his shoulder at meal-time, I cannot say that there
receiving their treat of lettuce or sugar or bread, was a white-footed one.
only they must understand that they would be pun- What consequence ',,"
ished if they knocked off the vases or upset furniture, about white feet, you ....
or did other mischief. He would like to see this ask! Perhapsyouknow -
tried, and see what would come of it; what intelligence that they make that of 'L-s .y^
a horse would develop, and what love. some account in the THE CHAIR IS BROUGHT.
The plan looks quixotic, does it not? But one horse bazaars of the
thing you may be sure of ; he might have worse asso- East. The Turks say two white fore feet are
ciates. There are grades of intellect we will call it lucky; one white fore and hind foot are unlucky;
intellect, for it comes very near, so near that we never and they have a rhyme that runs--
can know just where the fine shading off begins
between a horse's brain and that of a man; and there One white foot, buy a horse,
Two white feet, try a horse,
are warm, loving equine hearts. Many horses are T white feet, k wl aho ,
t Three white feet, look well about him,
superior to many men; nobler, more honorable, Four white feet, do without him.
quicker-witted, more
loyal, and a thousand .. They were all named. There was a Chevalier, a
times more cornpan- Prince, and a Pope; a little pet, Miss Nellie, who
ionable. Would you looked as if she would be ready to drink tea out of
not rather, if you had -- your saucer and kiss you after her fashion; Mustang,
to live on Robinson an irrepressible and rude savage from the Rio Grande
Crusoe's island, have '., region; Brutus, Cesar, and Draco; a 'Broncho
an intelligent, sympa- -- beauty; a Sprite; a stately stepping Abdallah; Jim.
thetic horse and a de- BUCEPHALU TAKES THE HAT. who was a character; and a Bucephalus, after that
voted bright dog than storied steed who would suffer no one to ride but his
some people you know? One is inclined to favor master, the Great Alexander, but for him to mount,
Hamerton's notion after seeing the Bartholomew Edu- would kneel and wait.
cated Horses, who can do almost anything but speak. It is perhaps needless and an insult to their intelli-





SOME EDUCATED HORSES.

gence for me to say that they all know their own Bucephalus, take my hat, and bring me a chair! "
names as well as you know yours. They know too as you might tell James or John to do the same, and
their numbers when they are with more promptness than they would have shown,
acting as soldiers formed in line Bucephalus came forward, took the hat between his
-. waiting orders; the Professor teeth, carried it across the stage and placed it on a
passes along and checking them desk, and brought a chair.
off with his forefinger numbers The master, seating himself, began the business of
-, them, then falling back, calls the day, saying, Th school will now form two
out for certain ones to form into classes; the large scholars will go to the left, the
SRIN. platoons, and they make no mis- small ones to the right;" and six magnificent crea-
take. Their ears are alert, their tures separated themselves from the group huddled
senses sharp, their memory good. Number Two," together and went as they were bid, while Nellie, the
"Number Four," and so on, answer by advancing, as
a soldier would respond to the roll-call.
They came around from the stable an hour before -:
the performance and went up the stairs by which the i r'
audience went; and a crowd used to gather every .
afternoon and evening to see that remarkable and free ii ,'
feat.
When the curtain rose there was to be seen a small
stage carpeted ankle deep with saw-dust, where Pro-
essor Bartholomew purposed to have his horses act -
first the part of a school, then of a court room, last a -
military drill and taking of a fort. They came in one "-
after another, pretending, if that is not too strong a
word, that they were on the way to school, and that ABDALLAH PACES.
was the playground; and there they played together,
with such soft, graceful action, such caressing ways, mustang, and other little ones, filed off to the opposite
and trippings as dainty as in Pinafore," until at the side, and placed themselves in a row, with their
ringing of a bell they came at once to order from heads turned awayfrom the stage. And there they
their mixed-up, mazy remained, generally minding their business, though
II pastime, and waited sometimes one would get out of position, look around,
ithe arrival of their or give his neighbor a nudge which brought out a
'1 [teacher, the Professor, reprimand: Pope, what are you doing ? Brutus,
who entered with a you need not look around to see what I am about!"
schoolmaster air, and "Sprite, you let Mustang alone! Mustang, keep
S gave the order. in your place !"
He then called for some one to come forward and
--7 be monitor, and Prince volunteered, was sent to the
desk for some papers, tried to raise the lid, and let
it drop, pretending that he couldn't, but after being
Sharply asked what he was so careless for, did it, and
/ then brought a handkerchief and made a great ado
S.- about wanting to have something clone with it, which
"p;- proved to be tying it around his leg. Meanwhile one
; of the horses behaved badly, whereupon the teacher
said, I see you are booked for a whipping," and the
culprit came out in the floor, straightened himself,
and received without wincing what seemed to be a
SPRITE AS A MATHEMATICIAN. severe whipping; but in reality it was all done with a
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soft cotton snapper which made more sound than sponge-what had become of it? It was her busi-
anything else. ness to lay it on the table when she was through using
Mustang was called upon to ring the bell, a good- it. She hesitated, looked this way and that, started
sized dinner-bell, for the blackboard exercises by to go, came back, dreadfully puzzled and uncertain,
Sprite. He, too, made believe hecouldn't; seized it the suddenly spied it, set her teeth in it, put it on the
wrong way, dropped it, picked it up wrong end first, was table, and went to her place, with a clear conscience,
scolded at, then took it by the handle, gave it a vigor- no doubt, and the people cheered more wildly than
ous shake, and after letting it fall several times, set it before.
on the table. Meanwhile a platform was brought in This was to me one of the most interesting things
supporting a tall post, at the top of which, higher I witnessed ; and connecting it with some facts Mr.
Bartholomew communicated, it was
S- doubly so.
= He said that it was his practice not
to interfere or help; the horse knew
-~. just what she was to do, and he pre-
ferred to wait and let her think it out
for herself. The other horses all
knew too if there was any failure or
mistake, and the offender was closely
S. --- watched by them, and in some way
.... -_......- stae_ t reproved by them if they could get the
A GAME OF LEAP FROG. opportunity, and at times this little
by-play became very amusing.
than a horse could reach, was a blackboard having After this was most exquisite dancing by Bucepha-
chalked on it a sum which was not added up cor- lus, and by Cesar, whose stepping were in perfect
rectly. Sprite, being requested to wipe it out, took rhythm to the music. Then the latter turned in a cir-
the sponge from the table, and planting her fore-feet cle to the right or the left and walked around defin-
on the platform, stretched her head up, and by des- ing the figure eight, just as any one in the audience
operate passes succeeded in wiping out a part of the chose to request; and Abdallah came in with a string
figures, and started to leave, but seeing that some of bells around her, and paced, cantered, galloped,
remained, went back and erased them. trotted, marched or walked as the word was given.
One day she went through a process which showed The horses were generally expected to come to the
conclusively that horses can reason. She dropped footlights and bow to the audience at the close of
the sponge the first thing, and it fell down behind any feat; occasionally one would forget to do this,
the platform out of her sight. She got down, and and then some of his comrades would shoulder or
looked about in the saw-dust for it, the audience
curiously watching to see what she would do next.
She was evidently much perplexed. She knew per-
fectly well that her duty would not be fulfilled until
she had rubbed the figures out, and the sponge was
not to be found. Mr. Bartholomew said nothing, gave
her no look or hint or sign to help her out of her
predicament, but sat in his chair and waited. At
last, she deliberately stepped on the platform again,
stretched her head up and wiped the figures out with
her mouth, at which the audience applauded as if NELLIE ROLLS THE BARREL OVER THE "TETER."
they would bring the roof down. That was some-
thing clearly not in the programme, but a bit of buffet him, or Mr. Bartholomew would give a reminder,
independent reasoning. Yet, having doneso much, she "That is not all, is it?" and back would come the
knew that something was not right. About that delinquent, and bow and bow twenty times as fast as






SOME EDUCATED HORSES.

he could, as if there could not be enough of it. At decorations, and went through evolutions, marching,
the close of one scene all the horses came up to the counter-marchings, in single file, by twos, in platoons,
front in a line, and leaning over the rope which was forming a hollow square with the precision of old
soldiers. They liked it too, and were proud of them-
Sselves as they stepped to the music. The final act
Swas a furious charge on a fort, the horses firing
cannon, till in smoke and flame, to the sound of
patriotic strains, the structure was demolished, the
country's flag was saved, caught up by one horse,
seized by another, waved, passed around, and amidst
PRINCE AND POPE PLAY AT SEE-SAW. the excitement and confusion of a great victory,
triumphant horses rushing about, the curtain fell.
stretched there to keep them from coming down on It was from first to last a wonderful exhibition of
the people's heads, would bow, and bow again, and it horse intelligence.
was a wonderfully pretty sight to see. Trained horses, that is, trained for circus feats
A game of leap frog was announced. "There are at given signals, are no novelty. Away back
four of the horses that jump," said Mr. Bartholomew. in the reign of one of the Stuarts, a horse named
They like this least of any of their feats, and those Morocco was exhibited in England, though his tricks
who can do it best are most timid. At first one were only as the alphabet to what is done now. And
horse is jumped over, then two, three, are packed long before Rarey's day, there was here and there a
closely together, and little Sprite clears them all at man who had a sort of magnetic influence, and could
one flying leap, broad-backed and much taller than tame a vicious horse whom nobody else dared go
herself though they are. Those who do not want to near. When George the Fourth was Prince of Wales,
try it beg off by a pretty pantomime, and Sprite is he had a valuable Egyptian horse who would throw,
encouraged by her master, who pats her first and they said, the best rider in the world. Even if a man
seems to be saying something in her ear. They like could succeed in getting on his back, it was not an
to get approval in the way of a caress, but beyond instant he could stay
that they are in no way rewarded. there. But there came"
Next Nellie rolled a barrel over a "teter plank" to England on a visit a
with her fore-feet, and Prince and Pope performed distinguished Eastern
the difficult feat, and one which required mutual bey, with his mame- -.
understanding and confidence, of see-sawing away up lukes, who hearing of
in air on the plank; first face to face, carefully the matter which was STRETCHING HIMSELI.
balancing, and then the latter slowly turned on the the talk of the town, declared that the animal should
the space less than twenty inches wide, without dis- be ridden. Accordingly many royal personages and
turbing the delicate poise. This he considers one noblemen met the Orientals at the riding house of
of the most remarkable, because each horse must act the Prince, in Pall Mall, a mameluke's saddle was
with reference to the other, and the understanding put on the vicious creature, who was led in, looking
between them must be so perfect that no fatal false in a white heat of fury, wicked, with danger in his
movement can be made. eyes, when, behold, the bey's chief officer sprung
One of the grand tableaux represents a court scene on his back and rode for half an hour as easily as a
with the donkey set up in a high place for judge, the lady would amble on the most spiritless pony that
jury passing around from mouth to mouth a placard ever was bridled.
labelled "Not Guilty," and the releasing of the pris- Some men have a tact, a way with animals, and
oner from his chain. But the military drill exceeds can do anything with them. It is a born gift, a rare
all else by the brilliance of the display and the one, and a precious one. There was a certain tamer
inspiring movements and martial air. Mr. Bartholo- of lions and tigers, Henri Marten by name, who
mew in military uniform advancing like a general, lately died at the age of ninety, who tamed by his
disciplined twelve horses who came in at bugle call, personal influence alone. It was said of him in
with a crimson band about their bodies and other France, that at the head of an army he might have






SOkME EDUCATED HORSES

been a Bonaparte. Chance has made a man of gen- great measure for their beautiful freedom of motion,
ius a director of a menagerie." for that wondrous grace and charm. Did you ever
Professor Bartholomew was ready to talk about his think what a complexity of muscles, bones, joints,
way, but a part of it is the man himself. He could tendons and other arrangements, enter into the
not make known to another what is the most essential formation of the knees, hoofs, legs of a horse ; what a
requisite. He, too, brought genius to his work; be- piece of mechanism the strong, supple creature is ?
sides that, a certain indefinable mastership which These have never had their spirits broken; have
animals recognize, love for them, and a vast amount never been scolded at or struck except when a whip
of perseverance and patient waiting. It is a thing was necessary as a rod sometimes is for a child.
that is not done in a day. The hostlers who take care of them are not allowed
He was fond of horses from a boy, and began early to speak roughly. "Be low-spoken to them," the
to educate one, having a remarkable faculty for master says. In the years when he was educating
handling them ; so that now after thirty years of it, them he groomed and cared for them himself, with no
there is not much about the equine nature that he other help except that of his two little sons. No one
does not understand. He trained a company of else was allowed to meddle with them; and, neces-
Bronchos, which were afterwards sold; and since sarily, they were kept separate from other horses.
then he has gradually got together the fifteen he now Now, wherever they are exhibiting, he always goes out



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THE GREAT COURT SCENE.

exhibits, and he has others in process of training, the first thing in the morning to see them. He
He took these when they were young, two or three passes from one to another, and they are all expect-
years old ; and not one of them, except Jim, who has ing the little love pats and slaps on their glossy sides,
a bit of outside history, has ever been used in any the caressings and fondlings and pleasant greetings
other way. They know nothing about carriages or of Chevalier, how are you, old fellow ? Abdallah,
carts, harness or saddle; they have escaped the my beauty! and, Nellie, my pet! Some are
cruel curb-bits, the check reins and blinders of our jealous, Abdailah tremendously so, and if he does not
civilization. Fortunate in that respect. And they at once notice her, she lays her ears back, shows
never have had a shoe on their feet. Their feet are temper, and crowds up to him, determined that no
perfect, firm and sound, strong and healthy and other shall have precedence.
elastic; natural, like those of the Indians who run They are not thorough-breds." Those, he said,
barefoot, who go over the rough places of the wilds as were for racers or travellers ; yet of fine breeds, some
easily as these horses can run up the stairs or over choice blood horses, some mixed, one a mustang
the cobble stones of the pavement if they were turned who at first did not know anything that was wanted
loose in the street. of him.
It was a pleasure to know of their life-long exemp- "Why," said he, "at first some of them would go
tion from all such restraints. That accounted in up like pop corn, higher than my head. But I never






SOME EDUCATED HORSES.

once have been injured by one of them except per- results, though all well enough for a certain purpose."
haps an accidental stepping on my foot. They never Some of these he had been five years in educating
kick; they don't know how to kick. You can go to do what we saw. Some he had taught to do their
behind them as well as before, and anywhere." special part in one year, somein two. The first thing









MILITARY DRILL.

In buying he chose only those whose looks showed he did was to give the horse opportunity and time
that they were intelligent. But how did he know, by to get well acquainted with him; in his words, to
what signs ?" queried an all-absorbed Dumb Ani- become friends. Let him see thatyou are his friend,
mals woman, that you are not going to whip him. You meet him
Oh, dear," he said, why, every way; the eyes, the cordially. You are glad to see him and be with him,
ears, the whole face, the expression, everything. No and pretty soon he knows it and likes to be with you.
two horses' faces look alike. Just as it is with a flock And so you establish comradeship, you understand
of sheep. A stranger would say, 'Why, they are all each other. Caress him softly. Don't make a dash
sheep, and all alike, and that is all there is to it;' at him. Say pleasant things to him. Be gentle; but
but the owner knows better ; he knows every face in at the same time you must be master." That is a good
the flock. He says this is Jenny, and that is Dolly, basis. And then he teaches one thing at a time, a
there is Jim, and here's Nancy.' Oh, land, yes they simple thing, and waits a good while before he brings
are no more alike than human beings are, disposition forward another; does not perplex or puzzle the pupil
or anything. Some have to be ordered, and some by anything else till that is learned, and some of the
coaxed and flattered. Yes, flattered. Now if two first words are "come," stand," remain."
men come and want to work for me, I can tell as soon What a horse has once learned he never or seldom
as I cast my eyes on them. I say to one, 'Go and do forgets. Mr. Bartholomew thinks it is not as has
such a thing;' but if I said it to the other, he'd sometimes been said, because a horse has a memory
answer I won't; I'm not going to be ordered about stronger than a man, "but because he has fewer
by any man.' Horses are just like that. A horse things to learn. A man sees a million things. A
can read you. If you get mad, he will. If you abuse horse's mind cannot accommodate what a man's can,
him, he will do the same by you or try to. You must so those things he knows have a better chance.
control yourself, if you would control a horse." Those few things he fixes. His memory fastens on



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They must be of superior grade, "for it's of no them. I once had a pony I had trained, which was
use to spend one's time on a dull one. It does afterwards gone from me three years. At the end of
not pay to teach idiots where you want brilliant that time I was in California exhibiting, and saw a





SOME EDUCATED HORSES.

boy on the pony. I tried to buy him, but the boy Mr. Bartholomew said, "My motto in educating
who had owned him all that time, refused to part them is, 'Make haste slowly;' I never require too
with him ; however, I offered such a price that 1 got much, and I never ask a horse to do what he can't do.
him, and that same evening I took him into the tent That is of no use. A horse can't learn what horses
and thought I would see what he remembered. He are not capable of learning; and he can't do a thing
went through all his old tricks (besides a few I had until he understands what you mean, and how you
myself forgotten) except one. He could not manage want it done. What good would it do for me to ask
walking on his hind feet the distance he used to. a man a question in French if he did not know a word
Another time I had a trained horse stolen from me of the language ? I get him used to the word, and
by the Indians, and he was off in the wilds with them show him what I want. If it is to climb up some-



























THE STORMING OF THE FORT.

a year and a half. One day, in a little village that where, I ently put his foot up and have him keep it
was in California too I saw him and knew him, and there until I am ready to have it comedown, and then
the horse knew me. I went up to the Indian who I take it down myself. I never let the horse do it.
had him and said, 'That is my horse, and I can The same with other things, showing him how, and
prove it.' Out there a stolen horse, no matter how by words. They know a great number of words. My
many times he has changed hands, is given up, if the horses are not influenced by signs or motions when
owner can prove it. The Indian said, If you can, they are on the stage. They use their intelligence
you shall have him, but you won't do it.' I said, and memory, and they associate ideas and are required
' I will try him in four things; I will ask him to trot to obey. They learn a great deal by observing one
three times around a circle, to lie down, to sit up, and another. One watches and learns by seeing the
to bring ,ve mn handkerchief. If he is my horse, he others. I taught one horse to kneel, by first bending
will do it.' The Indian said, You shall have him his knee myself, and putting him into position. After
if he does, but he won't!' By this time a crowd had he had learned, I took another in who kept watch all
got together. We put the horse in an enclosure, he the time, and learned partly by imitation. They are
did as he was told, and I had him back." social creatures; they love each other's company.
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Most of these horses have been together now for process, however swift, or ingenious, or admirable, do
several years, and are fond of one another. They full justice to the grace and spirit, the all-alive atti-
appear to keep the run of the whole performance, and
listen and notice like children in a school when one
or more of their number goes out to recite. It was
extremely interesting to observe them when the leap-
frog game was going on. Owing to the smallness of
the stage, it was difficult for the horse who was to
make the jump to get under headway, and several
times poor Sprite, or whichever it was, would turn
abruptly to make another start, upon which every
horse on her side would dart out for a chance at
giving her a nip as she went by. They all seemed
throughout the entire exhibition to feel a sort of
responsibility, or at least a pride in it, as if "this is
our school. See how well Bucephalus minds, or how
badly Brutus behaves This is ourregiment. Don't
we march well ? How fine and grand, how gallant
and gay we are! And the wonder of it all is, not
so much what any one horse can do, or the sense of
humor they show, or the great number of words they
understand, but the mental processes and nice calcu-
lation they show in the feats where they are associated
in complex ways, which require that each must act his VICTORY
part independently and mind nothing about it if
another happens to make a mistake. tudes and varieties of posture, the dalliance and
To obtain any adequate representation of these charm, the freedom in action ?
horses while performing, it was necessary that it be Professor Bartholomew gave his performances the
done by process called instantaneous photographing, name of "The Equine Paradox." He now has his beau-
You are aware that birds and insects are taken by tiful animals in delightful summer quarters at Newport,
means of an instrument named the "photographic where they are counted among the "notable guests."
revolver," which is aimed at them. Recently an He has the Opera House there for his training school
American, Mr. Muybridge, has been able to photo- for three months, preparing newones for next winter's
graph horses while galloping or trotting, by his exhibition, and keeping the old ones in practice. It
" battery of cameras," and a book on "the Horse in is pleasant to know that he cares so faithfully for
Motion has for its subject this instantaneous catching their health as to give them a home through the warm
a likeness as applied to animals. But how could any weather in that cool retreat by the sea.












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BOBBY'S BUSINESS EXPERIENCE.



BOBBY'S BUSINESS EXPERIENCE.

By EDITH ROBINSON.

BOBBY was a very busy boy; so busy that often for the money -for his own pleasure simply? though
the days were not long enough, and lessons how great that pleasure looked, only a boy could
had to give way to the pressure that any man might tell. Almost as soon as he had asked the question
feel who was at once editor of a paper, treasurer of a did he decide that it could not be done. It would be
Debating Society, captain of the Eleven, and a useless, and it would give his father pain to refuse;
prominent member of a Foot-ball Nine, and a Glee after all, rollicking, thoughtless boy though Bobby
Club. Grey was, that was the real reason why he could
He was a popular, happy-go-lucky boy, too, never decide to relinquish two months of perfect bliss.
stopping to think very long about anything, particu- No man, they say, is a hero to his valet, but some-
larly if it promised to afford a "jolly good time." body has cleverly added, "That is more the valet's
But for once in his life, Bobby was giving something fault than the hero's." If so, it was to the credit of
very serious thought; he was giving it beforehand, both Bobby and his sister Rose, that to them there
too, which made it the more surprising. There was was no man in the world like Doctor Edward Grey.
a reason for this, of course; and the reason was one Not many boys have that feeling toward their fathers,
which gives rise to a great deal of thought in this however much they may love and respect them. With
thoughtless world lack of money. Bobby it was genuine hero worship. In the first
It was nearly vacation. In about three weeks place, the early years of Doctor Grey's practice had
school would close, and then hurrah for two months been in the army; at first in active service on the
of fun, and this summer, if it could only be man- plains, where he had been distinguished for his dash-
aged, there was a prospect of more fun than he had ing bravery, his regardlessness of danger, his cool-
ever had in his life before. Bobby had thought the ness and command of all his surgical skill, though
same on one or two other occasions. Half a dozen of Indians were whirling and shouting, and Indian
his particular friends had planned a trip to Rangeley arrows and bullets were whizzing past him, with
Lakes, fishing and hunting. For the last week at death a happy alternative from falling alive into the
school they had been talking it over, enthusiastic enemy's hands.
as only boys can be when a fishing and gunning What boy's heart would not thrill at the thought of
expedition is on foot, and getting somewhat that figure in top boots and spurs, slouch hat and
wild in their plans, till to-day they had come down sweeping plumes, Spanish poncho, with streaming
to solid calculations, and appointed a committee ends and floating scarlet sash stuck full of revolvers?
who were to arrange for the necessities of camping It is needless to state that such had not been the
out. costume worn by Doctor Grey whilst in the service of
It was decided that each must furnish twenty-five his country. It was the one furnished by Bobby's
dollars; and that part of the money-ten dollars lively imagination, assisted by stacks of the litera-
each,l-- waso Y be handed in to the committee before- ture he was in the habit of devouring.
hand for canned provisions, a tent, a few cooking Think, however, of living in the same house with
utensils and such necessities as flour, meal and pork, Buffalo Bill, Davy Crocket, General Custer, Dick
for the rest they intended to depend on gun's and Onslow, Kit Carson Then there were other reasons
rods. that appealed to the man, and not the boy, in Bobby -
But while the others hkd been .. ussing and his father's gentle ways toward women and children,.
planning, Bobby Grey had be,-nunusually silent, his standing in his profession, his honesty and straight-
Twenty-five dollars was a large sum to him, and what forward ways, his scorn of anything that was not
was worse, it was a large sum to Doctor Grey, for above board. Bobby felt all these in the family life.
country doctors are rarely rich. Could he ask him A doctor and a soldier to help and to fight. Bobby






BOBBY'S BUSINESS EXPERIENCE.

sometimes thought, in the serious moments that collar-b strong box, in which the funds were depos-
come to even boys of fourteen, that it was just ited, and counted them. Forty-four dollars and sixty
because he had been the latter that his ideas of cents, mostly in quarter and half-dollars. He
honor were so rigid; as though derived in part from counted out ten, dropped the rest back, changed the
a life where the creed is To do nothing unbecoming borrowed money that afternoon for a bill, and the
an officer and gentleman." next morning Bobby Grey's name was down on the
After that discussion about Rangely, Bobby walked list, and its owner talked longer and louder than any-
home thinking very hard. Asking his father was body else about Rangeley.
out of the question. There was only one way in It was about a week after this that a splendid bar-
which it was possible to obtain the necessary money, gain came right in his way. A friend of his knew
It was just this: His birthday was the twenty-fourth another fellow who had a gun to dispose of. It was
of June, and aunt Melissa always made him a present a beauty, with all modern improvements, and he
then of twenty-five dollars; exactly enough to cover would sell for twelve dollars. Bobby's own weapon
his expenses. It would not do to ask her to advance was an old muzzle-loader with the barrels in such a
the amount, of course. But why not take the ten state that to fire was more dangerous to the sports-
dollars required at once, from the funds in his pos- man than the sport. This time he did not hesitate,
session as Treasurer of the Debating Society, and but after examining the gun, firing it once or twice
Editor-in-Chief of the SchoolRegister? and stroking the shining barrels lovingly, paid over
He had rejected the idea at first. Still it had the twelve dollars which he borrowed from the same
come to him again and again, he dwelling on it source; there would be a slight deficiency, but he
longer each time, till now the question had to be could pick up the difference in some way, and the
decided at once and for good. He did not quite bargain was too great a one to dream of losing. He
like to do it, yet why he did not exactly know, or had almost begun to look upon the "funds as his
refused to acknowledge. Not that there was any own. He stowed the gun carefully in his own closet,
harm in it, or the slightest danger of his not being and did not say anything about his bargain to his
able to replace it. Had not he borrowed small sums family. Perhaps his father was foolishly particular
-three cents for a stamp, his fare to town, ten cents' about some things.
worth of candy, time and again, and replaced it His birthday-the twenty-fourth came. And no
almost immediately? It was just a temporary con- letter from aunt Melissa came with it. It did not
venience, and it would be idiotic to let the money worry him, however; she always had sent him his
lie there unused because of a sudden squeamish- birthday present ever since he was a little fellow, and
ness. no doubt it would arrive soon ; besides, that queerly
What lay at the bottom of the boy's reluctance was pleasant feeling, as though the funds were really his
a lurking and undefined feeling that "father would own, was not without its influence. Perhaps she had
not do it." He argued with himself all the way not posted it as soon as usual, or maybe there had
home, and it was not till he had reached the gate been some delay in the mails.
-Arthur Wales just then rushed by on his bicycle; The next day was Saturday, and the morning was
he did not have to bother where his money was spent with another fellow looking over fishing-tackle,
.coming from. How unfair it was some fellows and the afternoon in a rousing game of base-ball,
should have everything. Part of the money was whence he returned home so tired that all he could do
his, anyway; surely he had the right to "lend" was to eat his supper and go to bed. The letter
it to himself on good security, when he had always never came into his head at all. It did not Sunday
had the trouble of it-Bobby made up his mind with either, and Monday he did not get home till late,
a spring. And the minute he had done it, his doubts having stayed after school for an editorial meeting.
vanished, and he wondered how he could have been Then the matter was recalled by a trifle with no
such a ninny as to have hesitated. apparent connection, as often happens. An open
He ran up the steps, slammed the door after him, paper was lying on the dining-room table, where Dr.
and proceeded to sow the seeds of dyspepsia by eat- Grey had flung it as he was called off to see a patient
ing his dinner in three minutes. Then the Treasurer in an epileptic fit; and in large capitals at the head
and Editor went to his private room, got out the of one column, were the words-





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GREAT BANK ROBBERY! a lot of money. I know it won't come now, and
EMBEZZLEMENT OF FUNDS BY A TRUSTED OFFICIAL. serve you right, too! "
A Long Course of Systematic Peculation Facts of the dwn- Rose was so proving. But though Bobby glared
ward course- furiously at her, feeling for one brief instant that
wild anger that could hesitate at nothing, she did
Bobby did not stop to read details, for strangely not know, then or after, how her words cut. He
enough, at that moment he remembered aunt went off singing the last song of the Glee Club,
Melissa's letter, and forgetting dinner and everything "Captain John."
else, rushed up-stairs to see if it had come. He It was Tuesday then, and a business meeting
walked down-for it had not. was to be held after school the following Thursday.
And then he did begin to worry. He could settle He shut himself up in his room and counted the
to nothing, but roamed about as though possessed money over. Twenty-three dollars and a quarter.
with the spirit of the Wandering Jew, quarrelled with He had spent more in small sums, a-s the expected
Rose, was cross to his mother, and went to bed at twenty-five would cover everything. Without clearly
half-past seven to avoid meeting his father. The knowing why he did it, but with a sinking feeling
next day was one of such torment that he wondered at his heart, and a sudden rush of what, if he had
it did not turn his hair white. It seemed as though been away from home, he would have called "home-
everything conspired against him. He failed in sickness," he poured the money into his pocket, and
geometry, was spoken to by the French professor then he went out, still whistling Captain John."
for his unaccountable blunders and inattention, and The words had somehow taken possession of his
was kept after school by the favorite history teacher brain, underneath the dizzy whirl of thought, like
because coming in after recess with his cap on, Mark Twain's horse-car refrain:
through forgetfulness.
He did not dare say anything about the missing Vive le John,
letter, for with the curious lack of logic so often Vive e John,
Vive le Captaine John!
displayed by a guilty conscience, it appeared to
him that any display of anxiety on his part would And now happened a queer thing. Perhaps his
tell everything. Even when Rose sympathetically trouble had really unhinged his mind a little; per-
said: haps a kind of frenzy had come over him, in which
"Where do you suppose your present can be? I he would not think; perhaps the possession of so
think it's so funny of aunt Melissa," he had answered much money-unused as he was to the article-
indifferently, "Well, who cares," and begun whist- made him dizzy; perhaps he had got strung up to
ling Captain John." such a pitch that desperate, he had resolved to be
"But don't you think it will come?" persisted "hung for an old sheep was better than being hung
Rose. for a lamb;" perhaps it was that singular thing scien-
"How do I know?" Bobby began to lose his tific men have agreed to call kleptomania; perhaps
temper. "What's the odds if she don't? I can -and this is the likeliest perhaps of all-it was
get along without her old money." induced by a state of mind that not even scientific
"It would be just like her to take it into her head men could clearly explain.
not to," pursued Rose, innocently unaware she was He went first to Buffum's, where he bought five
torturing her brother. "She can't have forgotten. pounds of powder, some shot and a revolver. The
I don't believe she's going to this year." revolver was something he had longed to own since
"Bother aunt Melissa! Can't you let her drop?" long clothes, and as he put the pretty shining thing
Bobby was downright angry now. "It's none of in his pocket, he felt that one of the ambitions
your business anyway." of his life was fulfilled. Then he strolled along
"Well, then, I hope it won't come," said Rose High street till he came to the one stationery and
vexed in turn. "Glad of it, too. Papa said the fancy goods store, and after a prolonged survey of
bonds, or leases, or something or other of aunt the window and a deliberate selection of several
Melissa's Chicago railroads, had dropped, and that articles therein displayed, he bought a dog-whip, a
she was probably half crazy,_even if she has such Russia leather pocket inkstand, a belt and a pocket-






BOBBY'S BUSINESS EXPERIENCE.

book. He met Jack Forbes as he was coming out, stylographic pen with the ink reservoir exhausted;
and greeting him cheerily, they went together to look a battered photograph of a man in the uniform
at some pups a man had for sale, Bobby finally of a captain of cavalry, which he did not look at,
engaging one at three dollars, agreeing to call for but laid face down at the bottom of the pile. Then
it in a day or two. Then he invited his friend into he opened the second drawer and took out several
George Bill Watson's for an ice cream-strawberry pairs of stockings, a change of underclothing, and
and chocolate mixed-and further treated to cream all his handkerchiefs. He made all these up into
cakes, pickles and Washington pie. All the while he a neat little bundle, put it on the top shelf of his
was happy as a king, displayed his purchases and closet, and went down to tea.
talked about them, and walked half-way home Rose was inclined to be cool, after their difference
with Jack, laughing and talking and eating walnut of the afternoon, but there was no withstanding
taffy. Bobby's angelic behavior. He replied sweetly to
And then he went home, straight to his own room, several intentionally provoking speeches from her,
and sat down and thought. refused to get angry when she alluded to aunt
Perhaps none of the men whose defalcationss" Melissa, and in the evening played Logomachy
have amounted to thousands, suffered on the eve with her, when he hated games, and that particular
of discovery, or it may be when they realized their game above all others. He split wood for Biddy
crime for the first time, as Bobby Grey did for without his usual intimation she used enough for
that hour. Boys are apt to be stern judges, and a hotel, closed doors quietly, studied till he had
boyish codes of honor are strict. To come before every lesson perfect, and neither whistled nor sang
his friends-how queer he should all of a sudden "Captain John," which latest effort of the Glee Club
be afraid of them and say, "I have not the was fast undermining the reason of its members'
money." He could not do it. It may have been families.
by a mere revulsion of feeling that it looked so Mingled with the real tragedy of the situation
horrible to him. Was there no way of escape? was a queer element of enjoyment, which Bobby
Must everybody know that he was a thief? He himself would have been the last to recognize.
looked pitifully at the money he drew from his He was doing just what so many of the heroes of
pocket-thirty-seven cents-and felt a vague won- his favorite books had done on arriving at the
der that his hair had not turned white. Ask aunt age when they knew more than their parents and
Melissa? That would be useless. Tell his father? guardians. In the background was a faint picture
That one thing that was possible, was of all others of how, like them, he probably should fish the son
the most impossible. Look which way he would of a millionaire out of the water, rescue the wife
there was no chance of escape. Worse than the of a rich merchant from a runaway horse, save the
scorn of the fellows, the sorrow and indignation daughter of an influential senator from death in
of the teachers, the grief of mother and Rose, a railroad collision, or jump to fame and fortune
even the knowing that his name would be in every in some other of the innumerable ways the favorite
one's mouth in shameful notoriety, was-what alas -writers for boys depict.
father would think! At the very thought of the He was up the next morning at five o'clock,
look that would come into the kind, pleasant eyes, stowed his bundle in the stable, where he could
Bobby felt that all his manhood-or what he get at it easily, and then set out on a round of
thought his manhood--would flee from him, and leave-taking. To his rabbits, his pet rat that would
he should burst into tears. His life seemed to come at his whistle, the turtles in the tank made
him at an end. There was but one thing for him out of the old refrigerator, his dog, a mongrel cur
to do, and the resolution he came to was accom- that had followed him home one day, and lastly to
panied by such anguish as, boy or man, he might Billy, the doctor's old horse. Bobby had his arms
never know again, very close about his neck, and there was something
He opened his upper bureau drawer and took glistening on his mane when he said at last, "Good-
out, one by one, his choicest treasures. A watch by, old fellow."
that would not go, but which its owner kept in affec- He went in to breakfast, and was so quiet and
tionate remembrance of the time when it did, a subdued that his mother asked him twice if he





BOBBY'S BUSINESS EXPERIENCE.

were sick, and Rose, impressed by his magnanimity the enjoyment uppermost- as the last time that
of the evening before, began to feel the gnawings stunning player, Bobby Grey, played with us," even
of remorse at her own "hatefulness" in" view of when his name had become something to be handled
the illness that was hanging over her brother. There shrinkingly, the heartache was all on the top now.
was a choking feeling in Bobby's throat as he kissed
his mother twice. He did not kiss Rose; that could
not have been expected. But he said, "Good-by, He'll die, I know. And me so cross and ugly
Rosie !" which was a kiss translated, to him. And him so sweet and lovely to me. Didn't
But to his father he could not say a word. Doctor I know he was going to be killed this morning! Oh,
Grey thought it was Rose who had brushed his hat dear, oh, dear!" and Rose wring her hands as
so carefully and laid his gloves just where he could she went to the door for the twentieth time to look
see them, and that Sam had been extra careful in for Billy's Roman nose.
grooming Billy that morning. For half an hour before an excited crowd had
Bobby was a model boy at school that never-to-be- brought Bobby home on Teddy Mulligan's tip-cart,
forgotten Wednesday. "The last time," he kept Bobby with a broken leg, and set white face.
saying to himself with a pang at his heart and that Mrs. Grey had somehow reached the door, her
curious undercurrent of enjoyment. His geometry heart standing still and a dreadful fear, hardly
lesson was perfect. In history he had "read up on enabling her to say, Tell me quick what has
every point; the pretty history teacher thought her happened! with Rose close behind, clutching her
reproof of the day before had had excellent effect. skirts and with her eyes shut, murmuring incoher-
The professor told him in his excited way, You ently, I told you he would break his nose "
haf a ferry goot lesson, Grey," ending with the They had all tried to explain together how it had
funny little grunt that beginners in his classes happened, while between them, Teddy Mulligan and
thought was the French accent, and strove to imitate, Taffy Austin foremost, they were bringing Bobby in
to the foreign gentleman's wrath. He did not whis- and placing him on the office lounge. He was
per. He did not play Crambo with the boy lying on a board, too. That was the last touch of
behind him. He did not throw an apple-core into horror in Rose's eyes.
Billy Watson's mouth when he gaped so widely. He "It was the loveliest game of the season. And
did not laugh when his most intimate friend slipped Bobby had just gone ahead of anything that had
with a pile of drawing books, scattering them widely. been seen on the field. And then Taffy Austin -
The hero of a Sunday-school book could not have You see Bobby had just made the stunningest home
behaved better; nay, even Rollo himself was but acre- run. We didn't know till we heard a howl and saw
ation of the imagination compared with Bobby. him in a heap. Taffy had knocked a three-baser
At recess he gave away his jack-knife to Jack and set out to scoot to first, and he slung away the
Forbes, his best pencil to Billy, his two short ones, bat -he didn't see Bobby. Taffy is the strongest
dull at one end and chewed at the other, to Tommy striker on the field. The bat took him just under
Blake, his block to another fellow, and his small the knee." It was all a jargon to poor Mrs. Grey,
French dictionary to a boy who did not own any, who had learned to look upon a base-ball as but
large or small, but who always had the best lesson in little inferior in danger to a battle-field.
the class; he was a boy Bobby hated too, so this Should they go for a doctor ?" Four boys were
made him feel more virtuous and increased his meek ready to dart off, glad to do anything, and guiltily
air. When two o'clock came, he walked quietly to glad too, to get away from the sight of trouble. But
the dressing-room, took his cap without getting into Bobby's weak voice spoke then for the first time:
the usual scuffle, and went back to the class-room I'll wait for father."
on some pretext, that on going out he might say And wait he did, though it was two long hours
"good by to the history teacher, before Doctor Grey returned. Even in the midst of
There was base-ball after school. He was going the pain of setting the broken limb it proved to
to stop for that. One last rousing game, that should be a compound fracture-the boy's love and pride
stand out a landmark in the history of the school, in his father, was uppermost. How neatly he went
and be referred to regretfully ever after--this with to work; how quick and strong was his touch!






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Have Doctor Barrows touch him, indeed! Why, corn- "You must not talk. I shall have you in a high
pared with his father, he was a bungler, a quack, fever." Doctor Grey was putting his instruments in
a homceopothist! But when it was over, and he their places; his face was from the lounge, but
was lying there exhausted, another thought came there was a strain in his voice that gave Bobby a
over him: great deal more pain than his leg.
"With a broken leg, how the dickens am I to "I shall be if you won't say something to me
run away?" about it."
He had not thought of it before. The pain and Perhaps Doctor Grey realized the truth of that, for
the strangeness had swallowed up everything else. in a minute or two he had drawn up his chair
But now the whole thing came back over him with to the lounge.
a rush, and the misery of it drew a groan from "Your fault was when you 'borrowed' that first
him such as all the pain had not done. cent for a postal card."
"Why, my boy, was it as bad as that?" and the "But I put that straight back!" Bobby had his
clever surgeon's hand brushed the hair off Bobby's father's hand close in his. He would not have liked
forehead with as much tenderness as a woman, the fellows to have known it, but it was astonishing
There are plenty of mothers in America. There how much help there was in that strong nerve-clasp.
are fewer fathers than in any other civilized country. "I thought-I thought-when-when I fooled
It was Bobby's great good fortune that he had one away all that money yesterday afternoon"-
of them. He had never so realized it as at that Doctors probably understand human nature better
moment, genuine hero-worshipper though he had than most people, they see so much of the under-
been all his life. There was a wonder in his mind, neath. So what Doctor Grey said now was this :
too, that in his admiration he had overlooked the "That was the natural end. The surprising part
fact that even more than "officer and gentleman," would have been had you not done something of
was Doctor Grey "father." Why, it seemed the most the kind. But in the beginning you were tampering
natural thing in the world to tell him all his trouble, with a trust, and you knew it. It does not do to
How could he ever have been such a jack as to be careless in such things, particularly as there is
have been afraid ? Bobby's language was never heroic, no example in the world so easy to follow as one's
He blurted out everything, from beginning to end own. I acquit you of any thought of stealing,
-even how he had planned to leave them all. Dr. but it is just that looseness that works so much
Grey, listening at first, not understanding, then grad- more mischief than deliberate evil-doing. Half the
ually coming to an insight, said not a word. Only defalcations and forgeries and embezzlements begin
that look that Bobby had dreaded more than any- in some such way. Now don't talk any more, my
thing that could happen to him, did come into his boy. We must see to getting you into bed."
face, and, manhood or no manhood, Bobby'did burst He did not allude to it again. Nor did Bobby,
into tears, and burying his face in the sofa-pillow, but he thought all the more as he lay through that
cried like a baby-" like a great girl!" summer, for he did not get to Rangeley, or anywhere
How much did you say it was ?" else, nnd it was well into fall before his leg was
Forty-four dollars and sixty cents." fit for use again.
From the pillow Bobby heard his father go to Almost the first use he made of his mended limb
his desk, unlock it, then after a short pause go to was to sell off:
the door and call to Jack. Poor Taffy's feelings A gun that had been stowed away in the corner
were relieved by Doctor Grey's few cheery words, and of his closet, and had never been fired by its then
he went off feeling less like Cain. Jack went, too, owner.
with the funds of the Debating Society and School A small revolver.
Regisler, for Bobby would not, of course, be able A Russia leather pocket inkstand.
to attend the meeting, and wished him to take his A dog whip, pocket-book, and belt.
place. Bobby heard it all. When he closed the And then he fell to work at odd jobs; sawing and
door, he spoke : splitting wood for the neighbors, running errands,
"Father, only say something! I wish Taffy had working after school for Buffum, sifting coal, taking
knocked me on my head instead." care of any furnace that offered, taking care of two





A LETTER TO fTHE RATS.

horses and going round with the morning and on the desk by him without saying a word. Doctor
evening papers. And Doctor Grey understood why Grey held out his hand and the two shook hands.
it was Bobby had now no time for foot-ball; why That was all, but both understood.
he had even resigned on the Glee Club and the Aunt Melissa never sent any more birthday pres-
School Register, though he did not say a word. Just ents, for though she had many thousands, that fall
as Bobby understood why it was the old microscope of Western bonds had convinced her she was on
still stood on the office table, the brink of ruin, and could not afford twenty-five
It was not till just before Christmas he had at dollars to her grand-nephew.
last succeeded in scraping together forty-four dollars There was another odd result. To this day Bobby
and sixty cents, that he felt he could look into his hates the name of Rangeley, and nothing makes him
father's eyes without shrinking. He put it down so miserable as the air of "Captain John."







s. V. '

























A LETTER TO THE RATS.*

I SIT down a letter your ratships to write, Get in order by midnight, and leave ere the morning !
Which I trust you will read, and seek refuge in Farewell, and good riddance! they say, by the wharf
flight, You will find food in plenty. Now scamper! be off!
For, my patience exhausted by noise and by racket, In my pantry or cellar ne'er dare to appear;
I warn: that a bullet shall pierce each gray jacket. For I am your enemy, true and sincere.
If you and your tribe do not leave on the morrow, -
P n .r w s a g ct i Having heard that rats will leave a house if a letter is written warning them
Poson rank I Will scatter, and great cats will borrOW to go, I wrote the above rhyming epistle to please certain children, deposit-
In earnest I am now, take heed to my warning ing it uonFthe cellar stairs, and strangely enough the rats did leave the house.
A LETTER TO THE RATS.*

SIT down, a letter your ratships to write, Get in order by midnight, and leave ere the morning !
Which I trust you will read, and seek refuge in Farewell, and good riddance! they say, by the wharf
flight t, You will find food in plenty. Now scamper! be off!
For, my patience exhausted by noise and by racket, In my pantry or cellar ne'er dare to appear;
I war', : that a bullet shall pierce each gray jacket. For I am your enemy, true and sincere.
If you and your tribe do not leave on the morrow,
Having heard that rats will leave a house if a letter is written warning them
Poison rank I will scatter, and great cats will borrow. to go, I wrote the above rhyming epistle to please certain children, deposit-
In earnest l al ia. now, take heed to my warning .l _Ing it uponothe cellar stairs, and strangely enough the rats did leave the house.





.THE LITTLE GOLD MINERS OF THE SIERRAS.



THE LITTLE GOLD MINERS OF THE SIERRAS.

By JOAQUIN MILLER.

T HEIR mother had died crossing the plains, and and his slate, and all their books under his arm and
their father had had a leg broken by a wagon go booming ahead about half a mile in advance, while
wheel passing over it as they descended the Sierras, Madge with brown Little Stumps clinging to her side
and he was for a long time after reaching the mines like a burr, would come stepping along the trail under
miserable, lame and poor. the oak-trees as fast as she could after him.
The eldest boy, Jim Keene, as I remember him, But if a jack-rabbit, or a deer, or a fox crossed
was a bright little fellow, but wild as an Indian and Jim's path, no matter how late it was, or how the
full of mischief. The next eldest child, Madge, was a teacher had threatened him, he would drop books,
girl of ten, her father's favorite, and she was wild lunch, slate and all, and spitting on his hands and
enough too. The youngest was Stumps. Poor, timid, rolling up his sleeves, would bound away after it,
starved Little Stumps I never knew his real name. yelling like a wild Indian. And some days, so fasci-
But he was the baby, and hardly yet out of petticoats. nating was the chase, Jim did not appear at the
And he was very short in the legs, very short in the body, schoolhouse at all; and of course Madge and Stumps
very short in the arms and neck; and so he was called played truant too. Sometimes a week together would
Stumps because he looked it. In fact he seemed to pass and the Keene children would not be seen at
have stopped growing entirely. Oh, you don't know the schoolhouse. Visits from the schoolmaster pro-
how hard the old Plains were on everybody, when we duced no lasting effect. The children would come
crossed them in ox-wagons, and it took more than for a day or two, then be seen no more. The school-
half a year to make the journey. The little children, master and their father at last had a serious talk
those that did not die, turned brown like the Indians, about the matter.
in that long, dreadful journey of seven months, and What can I do with him ?" said Mr. Keene.
stopped growing for a time. "You'll have to put him to work," said the school-
For the first month or two after reaching the master. Set him to hunting nuggets instead of
Sierras, old Mr. Keene limped about among the bird's-nests. I guess what the boy wants is some
mines trying to learn the mystery of finding gold, and honest means of using his strength. He's a good
the art of digging. But at last, having grown strong boy, Mr. Keene; don't despair of him. Jim would be
enough, he went to work for wages, to get bread for proud to be an 'honest miner.' Jim's a good boy,
his half-wild little ones, for they were destitute in- Mr. Keene."
deed. "Well, then, thank you, Schoolmaster," said Mr.
Things seemed to move on well, then. Madge cooked Keene. "Jim's agoodboy; and Madge is good, Mr.
the simple meals, and Little Stumps clung to her dress Schoolmaster; and poor starved and stunted mother-
with his little pinched brown hand wherever she less Little Stumps, he is good as gold, Mr. School-
went, while Jim whooped it over the hills and chased master. And I want to be a mother to 'em I want
jack-rabbits as if he were a greyhound. He would to be father and mother to 'em all, Mr. Schoolmaster.
climb trees, too, like a squirrel. And, oh it was de- And I'll follow your advice. I'll put 'em all to work
plorable but how he could swear! a-huntin' for gold."
At length some of the miners, seeing the boy must The next day away up on the hillside under a
come to some 1-ad end if not taken care of, put pleasant oak, where the air was sweet and cool, and
their heads and their pockets together and sent the the ground soft and dotted over with flowers, the
children to school. This school was a mile away tender-hearted old man that wanted to be "father
over the beautiful brown hills, a long, pleasant walk and mother both," located a claim. The flowers
under the green California oaks. were kept fresh by a little stream of waste water from
Well, Jim would take the little tin dinner bucket, the ditch that girded the brow of the hill above.





THE LITTLE GOLD MINERS OF THE SIERRAS.

Here he set a sluice-box and put his three little min- day after day, now up to his waist in the pit.
ers at work with pick, pan.and shovel. There he One Saturday evening the old man limped up the
left them and limped back to his own place in the hillside to help the young miners clean up.'
mine below. He sat down at the head of the sluice-box and
And how they did work And how pleasant it gave directions how they should turn off the most of
was here under the broad boughs of the oak, with the the water, wash down the toilings very low, lift up
water rippling through the sluice on the soft, loose the "riffle," brush down the apron," and finally set
soil which they shoveled into the long sluice-box. the pan in the lower end of the sluice-toil and pour
They could see the mule-trains going and coming, in the quicksilver to gather up and hold the gold.
and the clouds of dust far below which told them What for you put your hand in de water for,
the stage was whirling up the valley. But Jim kept papa? queried Little Stumps, who had left off his






























'COLOR! TWO COLORS! THREE, FOUR, FIVE-A DOZEN!"

steadily on at his work day after day. Even though work, which consisted mainly of pulling flowers and
jack-rabbits and squirrels appeared on the very scene, putting them in the sluice-box to see them float away.
he would not leave till, like the rest of the honest He was sitting by his father's side, and he looked up
miners, he could shoulder his pick and pan and go in his face as he spoke.
.down home with the setting sun. Hush, child," said the old man softly, as he again
Sometimes the men who had tried to keep the dipped his thumb and finger in his vest pocket as
.children at school, would come that way, and with if about to take snuff. But he did not take snuff.
a sly smile, talk very wisely about whether or not Again his hand was reached down to the rippling
the new miners would strike it under the cool water at the head of the sluice-box. And this time
oak among the flowers on the hill. But Jim never curious but obedient Little Stumps was silent.
.stopped to talk much. He dug and wrestled away, Suddenly there was a shout, such a shout from Jim





THE LITTLE GOLD MINERS OF THE SIERRAS.

as the hills had not heard since he was a schoolboy. other children some pretty trappings, and gave each
He had found the "color." "Two colors three, a dollar's worth of gold dust. Madge and Stumps
four, five a dozen! The boy shouted like a handed their gold back to poor papa." But Jim was
Modoc, threw down the brush and scraper, and kissed crazy with excitement. He put on his new clothes
his little sister over and over, and cried as he did so ; and went forth to spend his dollar. And what do
then he whispered softly to her as he again took up you suppose he bought ? I hesitate to tell you. But
his brush and scraper, that it was "for papa; all for what he bought was a pipe and a paper of tobacco!
poor papa; that he did not care for himself, but he That red shirt, that belt and broad-brimmed hat,
did want to help poor, tired, and crippled papa." together with the shiny top boots, had been too much
But papa did not seem to be excited so very much. for Jim's balance. How could a man -he spoke of
The little miners were now continually wild with himself as a man now -how could a man be an
excitement. They were up and at work Monday honest miner and not smoke a pipe ?
morning at dawn. The men who were in the father's And now with his manly clothes and his manly
tender secret, congratulated the children heartily and pipe he was to be so happy He had all that went
made them presents of several small nuggets to add to make up "the honest miner." True, he did not
to their little horde. let his father know about the pipe. He hid it under
In this way they kept steadily at work for half the his pillowat night. He meant to have his first smoke
summer. All the gold was given to papa to keep. at the sluice-box, as a miner should.
Papa weighed it each week, and I suppose secretly Monday morning he was up with the sun and
congratulated himself that he was getting back about ready for his work. His father, who worked down the
as much as he put in. Gulch, had already gone before the children had
Before quite the end of the third month, Jim finished their breakfast. So now Jim filled his bran-
struck a thin bed of blue gravel. The miners who new pipe very leisurely; and with as much calm
had been happily chuckling and laughing among unconcern as if he had been smoking forforty years,
themselves to think how they had managed to keep he stopped to scratch a match on the door as he went
Jim out of mischief, began to look at each other and out.
wonder how in the world blue gravel ever got up there From under his broad hat he saw his little sister
on the hill. And in a few days more there was a well- watching him, and he fairly swelled with importance
defined bed of blue gravel, too ; and not one of the as Stumps looked up at him with childish wonder.
miners could make it out. Leaving Madge to wash the few tin dishes and fol-
One Saturday evening shortly after, as the old man low as she could with Little Stumps, he started on up
weighed their gold he caught his breath, started, and the hill, pipe in mouth.
stood up straight; straighter than he had stood He met several miners, but he puffed away like a
since he crossed the Plains. Then he hastily left the tug-boat against the tide, and went on. His bright
cabin. He went up the.hiil to the children's claim new boots whetted and creaked together, the warm
almost without limping. Then he took a pencil and wind lifted the broad brim of his sombrero, and his
an old piece of a letter, and wrote out a notice and bright new red shirt was really beautiful, with the
tacked it up on the big oak-tree, claiming those green grass and oaks for a background -and so this
mining claims according to miners' law, for the three brave young man climbed the hill to his mine. Ah,
children. A couple of miners laughed as they went he was so happy !
by in the twilight, to see what he was doing; and he Suddenly, as he approached the claim, his knees
laughed with them. But as he limped on down the began to smite together, and he felt so weak he could
hill he smiled. hardly drag one foot after the other. He threw down
That night as they sat at supper, he told the chil- his pick he began to tremble and spin around. The
dren that as they had been such faithful and indus- world seemed to be turning over and over, and he
trious miners, he was going to give them each a trying in vain to hold on to it. He jerked the pipe
present, besides a little gold to spend as they pleased. from his teeth, and throwing it down on the bank, he
So he went up to the store and bought Jim a red tumbled down too, and clutching at the grass with
shirt, long black and bright gum boots, a broad-brim- both hands tried hard, oh so hard, to hold the world
med hat, and a belt. He also bought each of the from slipping from under him.





THE LITTLE GOLD MINERS OF THE SIERRAS.

O, Jim, you are white as snow," cried Madge as Oh, how he did hate that pipe How he did want
she came up. to get up and jump on it and smash it into a thousand
White as 'er sunshine, an' blue, an' green too, pieces But he could not get up or turn around or
sisser. Look at brurrer all colors,' piped Little move at all without betraying his unmanly secret.
Stumps pitifully. A couple of miners came up, but Jim feebly begged
O, Jim, Jim brother Jim, what is the matter ?" them to go.
sobbed Madge. Sunstroke," whispered the sister.
Sunstroke," murmured the young man, smilling "No ; tolera," piped poor Little Stumps.
grimly, like a true Californian. No; it is not sun- "Get out! Leave me groaned the young red-
shirted miner of the Sierras.
-.......... The biggest of the two miners bent over him a
Moment.
Yas; it's both," he muttered. Cholera-nicotine-
fantum!" Then he looked at his partner and
winked wickedly. Without a word, he took the limp
young miner up in his arms and bore him down the
hill to his father's cabin, while Stumps and Madge
ran along at either side, and tenderly and all the
time kept asking what was good for cholera."
The other old "honest miner" lingered behind to
S'. pick up the baleful pipe which he knew was some-
S. where there; and when the little party was far
Enough down the hill, he took it up and buried it in
his own capacious pocket with a half-sorrowful laugh.
Poor little miner," he sighed.
S... "' "Don't ever swear any more, Windy," pleaded the
boy to the miner who had carried him down the hill,
S. as he leaned over him, and don't never lie. I am
going to die, Windy, and I should like to be good.
.- Windy, it ain't sunstroke, it's"-
"Hush yer mouth,", growled Windy. "I know
'' what 'tis We've left it on the hill."
i'' '' The boy turned his face to the wall. The convic-
tion was strong upon him that he was going to die.
~. The world spun round now very, very fast indeed.
Finally, half-rising in bed, he called Little Stumps to
his side:
Stumps, dear, good Little Stumps, if I die don't
'you never, never try for to smoke; for that's what's
the matter with me. No, Stumps dear little brother
Stumps -don't you never try for to go the whole of
>' the 'honest miner,' for it can't be did by a boy!
Si '- We're nothing but boys, you and I, Stumps Little
S Stumps."
HE TOOK THE LIMP YOUNG MINER IN HIS ARMS. He sank back in bed and Little Stumps and his
sister cried and cried, and kissed him and kissed him.
stroke, it's -it's cholera," he added in dismay over The miners who had gathered around loved him
his falsehood, now, every one, for daring to tell the truth and take
Poor boy he was sorry for this second lie too. the shame of his folly so bravely.
He fairly groaned in agony of body and soul. "I'm going to die, Windy," groaned the boy.





THE QUEEN OF T'OL00.

Windy could stand no more of it. He took Jim's Oh, no! this Jim that I have been telling you of is
hand with a cheery laugh. Git well in half an hour," "Moral Jim," of the Sierras. The mine? Oh I
said he, now that you've out with the truth." almost forgot. Well, that blue dirt was the old bed of
And so he did. By the time his father came home the stream, and it was ten times richer than where the
he was sitting up; and he ate breakfast the next miners were all at work below. Struck it! I should
morning as if nothing had happened. But he never say so Ask any of the old Sierras miners about
tried to smoke any more as long as he lived. And he The Children's Claim," if you want to hear just how
never lied, and he never swore any more. rich they struck it.











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THE 0UEEN F TO LOO.
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Her cup was upset,
,No milk could she get, But the Queen of Toloo
Stt w t c t ttr. Cr, t t
Si \ ,- \ ,, ',, .: \




tell you I want back the o'









BYv CLARA J DF.N'oN.

THE Queen of Toloo And brought up some more,
3/Made a frightful ado ; Which she quickly did pour
They ran to see what was the matter: From the mouth of the silver decanter.
I-Ier cup was upset,
No milk could she get, But the Queen of Toloo
And that was the cause of the clatter. Cried, "That will not do,
I tell you I want back the other "
There were looks of dismay, Now what could they do
But her maiden so gay With this Queen of Toloo ?
Flew down to the kitchen instanter, They sent her right in to her mother!





THE BLIND CHILDREN'S A/NDERGARTEAN.




THE BLIND CHILDREN'S KINDERGARTEN.

BY ANNIE EMILIE POULSSON.

D O you remember the article about the Perkins marvellously delicate touch, will be new to many
Institution for the Blind, in the WIDE AWAKE people; but the truth is, that the sensitive touch,
for March 1878, -that noble supplementary public instead of being a compensatory gift, has been the
school for those brothers and sisters of yours over result of harder work than you or I know anything
whose eyes a heavy hand has been mysteriously laid ? about-the most patient, long-continued effort to see
Since that account was and think and imagine and remember with the fingers.
b d written, a kindergarten expe- Mr. Anagnos finds kindergarten work to be his
SE I riment has been tried, and most valuable means in the cultivation of this sensi-
Sit promises to be the best tiveness of the fingers, and he would esteem it indis-
THE "A C" OF THE BLIND. happy thought yet for the pensable in the Institution for this result alone. But
benefit of blind children. It really seems that knowl- beside this, there seems no way so effective of afford-
edge and usefulness and self-reliance were to be ing a systematic study of form it is the true A B
reached by a blind person some years sooner by way C in education of the blind.
of the Kindergarten than by any of the slow, slow The geometrical training which any child gets in
progresses over the long, long roads of other years, the Kindergarten helps the blind wonderfully to
To be sure object-teaching had been used in the definitely imagine objects which they cannot handle.
school. The botany class had its vegetable garden ; The little girls who have taken up geography since
there had been weighing and measuring, buying their kindergarten training are far readier in their
and selling, in the arithmetic classes ; the physiology map-work than previous classes; so quick to notice
class had fine anatomical models ; and there were peculiarities in the shape of the States and countries,
stuffed birds and other animals for the student in and listening to descriptions so comprehendingly.
natural history, to say nothing of the orders given to the Reading by touch," too, is far easier to the fingers
wondering Peter for lobsters, clams, heart and lungs which have been trained in tracing the embroidered
of an ox, the bones of fowls, and many like objects, patterns on the sewing-cards, weaving the delicate
Seeing that what was touched was comprehended papers and modeling in clay. The work of square
far more completely and quickly than what was handwriting is taken up with great delight and cour-
described by voice, Mr. Anagnos, after much careful age by pupils who already know lines and angles
study of Kindergarten, resolved to introduce it into well through the stick-laying and sewing. The
the school; resolved to teach great boys and girls just Braille point writing (a system of raised dots, and
as baby-folks are taught; resolved, if he succeeded used because it can be read by touch) and the written
as he expected, to give the world no peace until a arithmetic of the blind, which is done with type placed
great, noble Kindergarten should be built and en- in different positions to represent the different figures,
dowed that would take in all the blind baby-folks at both require the clearness concerning "upper right,"
the outset, just as soon as they came to true "lower right," upper left" and "lower left," which
Kindergarten age, so that they might begin to learn is constantly cultivated by the kindergarten work
at the time of life when other children begin, with cubes, planes and sticks. The teacher of the
He started with two classes; one in the boys' girls' work school, under whom the girls learn hand-
school, and one in the girls'. Both classes are sewing, machine-sewing, knitting, crocheting, ham-
composed mostly of the pupils of the lowest grade. But mock-making, and cane-seating, speaks heartily in
he also brings in for a time those in the higher classes praise of Kindergarten as a preparatory training. So it
who are conspicuously lacking in dexterity, or whose is in music; the awakened mind and flexile hand, with
conceptions of form are unusually vague and confused, muscles already trained to obey in Kindergarten, tells
The idea that a blind person is ever without a at once in the progress of the pupil.





THE BLIND CHILDREN'S KINDERGARTEN.

The youngest children in these two classes are ten I am sitting?" She had her hands folded in her
years of age; the majority older. But they are found lap, her whole attitude as listless as possible. "That
to need the same development and the same simple is what I used to do all day long."
lesson as ordinary children from three to six years Such are many of the girls in our Kindergarten;
of age; not because of any natural mental lack, but grown-up, but as little children in their use of both
because the aimless, neglected lives they have led be- muscle and mind : others have been more fortunate
fore coming to the institution have kept them dull and in home circumstances and training, and many are
unawake. The little blind child, following its natural winsome, and dear, and interesting; but all need
instinct of play, gets hurt so often that it soon feels either the mental or manual drill, or both, of the
it safest to curl up in a corner and keep still: if it Kindergarten, before going into the usual classes.
try to play games with active, seeing children, it finds Let me tell you how we train these great, piteous
itself in the way; and in the way still when there children:
is work to do--it is naturally shoved to one side; Monday is sewing-day--they scarcely have any
play, work, conversation pass it by -growth stops or other names for days than
goes on slowly and weakly. .:1-l ,I' -. i .l .
By and by, perhaps, some one takes the "c,.,E: l7 ,,: .1. V e. '
steps and sends the big girl or boy to the : .-.h.-I.l t. it L. r. .
the blind. And until the establishmerr .-. tI-I:- II.: -
classes, there has been no Kindergarten in r.: .l.:1 7c. a .i1 -i. :
receive this big, clumsy infant. One girl :r.l io tl' "'
piteously, When I was at home, my 'I' .. .
stepmother used always to be a-scold- V. . 1'1 'NS ,
ing to me and my father, about my '.
being blind and not being able to t,
work in the factory like the others, .'
and I not doing the housework either. .
But nobody showed me how to do IV:
anything till I came here. How could
I do things?" The same girl has
since written to an aunt who, she says, j.il i''
was always "feeling bad because of I
her blindness : "I don't mind it now,
being blind, because I can go all -7
around, and I can sew and wash
dishes and have my lessons, and do
just like other people." "
But it is not always unkindness
which leaves the poor things so un-
trained. Some suffer from the unwise
tenderness which has led their friends '""
to wait upon them always. A girl of
twenty, who came to the Institution,
could scarcely pin her collars, and ON SEWING DAY.
preferred to have some one put her
gloves and shawl on for her. The Kindergarten has the afternoon work school; but the embroidering of
done much for her already in giving her hands their white cards with worsteds in patterns. The cards
normal handiness. being pricked, the girls can feel the holes easily for
"What did you do at home, Sarah?" I asked working, and by tracing the worsted lines when com-
another girl one day. pleted they see just how it looks." They observe
"Look at me," she replied; do you see the way with their fingers and their imaginations.






T'HE BLIND CHILDREN'S KINDERGARTEN.

Among the outlines, that of a house is a favorite tory representation, and soon pronounced the tents
with both teacher and pupils. It brings up enough ready.
interesting information to keep them listening and Mary was busy longer with hers. She had made a
questioning for a long time. Seeing people do not square for the floor, and then put a pole up from
each corner, letting the four meet, thus forming the
Framework of as cunning a little tent as you could
.. imagine.
Bell had a flag on hers, the sticks that outlined it
.. slanting enough to give it a graceful droop. Abbie,
S. too, had a flag, but not having thought to make it droop,
"i--' ... explained its extremely stiff appearance by saying that
S :- there was a strong wind blowing from the north-
'- ; west." Another put a sentry by the tent, and another
f-:. '", Sgave her soldiers guns, and so they kept on till the
bell struck.
.,The cushions are also used for the work with tab-
lets. These are inch-squares of wood, red on one
side, white on the other; and for blind children's use
they have holes drilled in them, so that they may be
Fastened on the cushion with a pin, and also a tiny
,ON CUSHION-DA0 notch on the edge of the red side, so that they may
know what color they have uppermost. They delight
realize that a blind person may not know the shape to make red and white patchwork in this way.
of a house roof, the color of a chimney, and hundreds They also have triangular pieces drilled and
of other every-day things beyond the reach of inves- notched in the same way. Their first work with
tigating fingers; so the suggestiveness of the sewing these is to combine them into squares. This was
cards is a valuable help in leading these pupils to a easy for most of them, but one girl exclaimed, after
correct knowledge of things about them. painstaking efforts, "Well, I seem to have made a
Tuesday is "cushion day." The girls come to very sad square somehow! "
the pleasant east room, where there are plants and It was indeed a funny-looking irregular figure with
sunshine enough to satisfy any kindergartener, and several sides and corners pointing in every direction.
a knowing little canary besides, and gather around A little talk about the sides and corners of a true
the horseshoe table. square showed Minnie what caused the "sadness,"
On it are red and gray cushions, each with a plen- and she soon showed us a very cheerful square
tiful supply of tiny doll-hairpins in the upper right- indeed, with a correspondingly cheerful look on her
hand corner. When stick-laying is the work, the
girls soon have on their cushions a fine array of -
lines, squares, triangles, ladders, chairs, and here -
and there a bird house or other fancy figure. They
fasten the sticks down carefully at each end with a -. .. --- o-e. Cuica
hairpin, and thus have the same satisfaction as in ,
card-sewing -that of examining their work them- 1 L_
selves. Their imagination seems to awake. One
worker sees four tall soldiers marching in a row, where
you notice only four vertical lines. After the sol- SOME OF THEIR HANDIWORK.
diers were mentioned, some one suggested they
ought to have tents. These they were sure they could face. This is valuable training for the work schools
make, as they had had a little descriptive talk about in which they learn trades for future support.
tents only a few days before; so they went to work. Weaving with colored papers is the Wednesday
Most of the class considered a triangle a satisfac- work, and I think it ranks next the clay in their affec-





THE BLIND CHILDREN'S KINDERGARTEN.

tions. You can get a little idea of how bewildering whole furniture of the gymnasium was copied one
it is to do this weaving, if you should try it some day by little Katie, each piece being announced with
time in the dark- trusting only to your finger tips. much enthusiasm.
Under and over, under and over, patiently and care- We have great fun sometimes telling stories and
fully, the big blind pupils work. Wee Katie calls making the forms suggested by them. One day
her papers men walking under and over the bridges; the teacher gave directions for a form which when
and another says, They are men who do not know completed was hailed with delight by the class as a
the way, and we have to lead them aright." This little girl. A form followed this which they could
work, like the card sewing and the little tablets, not name at first but when I told them the little
brings out the girls' delight in colors. It seems girl's name was
strange that they should like so much what they can Mary, they recog- .k i
have no conception of. nized the "lamb," -I1 t I
They have decided preferences in color, and the with great glee. i '
choosing of a new paper mat and the color of the Left free to in- '
strands to weave in it, is a work of just as much vent, they went ,/ --
interest to them as to seeing children; and the guid- on and made the .
ance which their taste receives in this way, the les- schoolhouse, the j
sons in combinations, and the little talks about the teacher's desk and
appropriateness of certain colors to certain articles chair, and the
and uses must help them to a somewhat clearer ap- other furniture of .
preciation of the beauty and effectiveness of color. Mary's school-
Of all the occupations the paper weaving bears the room in great va- ,
most direct relation to future handiwork. For besides riety. One made
the sewing and ordinary "womanly work," many a horseshoe table
of the girls learn cane-seating and basket-making, and like the one at
in both, the skill required in weaving will be of great which the class, (
service, was sitting, one I
On Thursday they have cubes. The little boxes made a square '- 1
containing eight tiny cubes look rather insignificant; table and four
but wait until you have seen the fun that can be had desks for the chil- 1- 7-' 1
with them, and the variety of things made with them. dren, and one
The class works together for a while, following the made an oblong
teacher's directions, and succeeds fairly, though this table; little May 'AS A LITTLE CHILD."
is their hardest work. All is so easily demolished by who went to a
a touch in the wrong place and that cannot always public school a year ago, before she lost her sight,
be avoided, as they must see" the forms with their placed her children's desks far apart, with abroad aisle
fingers. In their first days with cubes, when they between them, "so they shouldn't whisper." Mary's
were constructing the simplest forms, they made a home and her lamb's would probably have been made,
line of the eight, and called it a "procession : and I but there was no more time.
Remember how one girl had displaced hers quite Another day they had the story of "The Three
badly, having a very loose, crooked line indeed, and Bears." I gave them that most delightful version of
I was about to criticize it, when she said, Mine is a it, for which all the children of the land have to
democratic procession, and the men are going to fall thank Mrs. Clara Doty Bates and the WIDE AWAKE,
-out and go home." As it was the morning after the
Garfield election, this was certainly not a clumsy Silver Locks was a little girl,
turn. Lovely and good;
When the girls work by themselves without direct- She strayed out one day
And got lost in the wood,
ions, that is they invent forms just as other children And got lost in the wood,
SAnd was lonely and sad
do, imitating things about them, or expressing their Till she came where there stood
conceptions of something described to them. The The house that belonged to the bears.





THE BLIND CHILDREN'S KINDERGARTEN.

Of course we made the house with a door that Aside from what is gained in deftness, care and
would open wide ; and the big chair and the middle- precision and development of the imagination, there
sized chair, and the wee Baby Bear's chair, which had are many lessons given in connection with the cubes,
to be broken all into pieces; and the big bed and so that there is more than mere amusement in the
the middle-sized bed, and the wee Baby Bear's bed. towers, furniture, steamboats, tents, candles, stairs,
etc., that the pupils make.
To copy these forms with their square tablets, is
what the girls call picture-making, and it is always
,'-' done with the liveliest interest. They were first
/ .. shown that one square was exactly like one face of
Sthe little cube, and then letting their fingers trace
down one side of the tower, they saw how they could
copy it on their cushions, and I think no children en-
~ '- joy drawing more than these children enjoy making
". pictures in this way. They get puzzled sometimes, in
S, trying to observe only one side of a figure, as their
.--.. j fingers are apt to touch several sides, or even the
whole at once; but they are gradually learning the
meaning of front view," side view," etc.
It is certainly incomprehensible to blind people
--/' i "-',. *j, ., that things can be represented naturally and accur-
i! i '- ( 1 i ately on a surface which presents only smoothness to
S'.i .' their touch. But the square tablets give tangible
'' surface-representations of the solid forms made with
1 ..'. J the cubes, and through this, it is hoped that the
,, children may gain a notion of real pictures.
S____ '.' '1' ''ll I suppose every Kindergarten has clay on Friday.
,,-'I That delight finishes the week with the Perkins Insti-
''i .. tute Kindergarten children too. There is a joyous
i' i i'- bustle as they put on the oversleeves to protect their
1r I dresses and then they listen with beaming faces to the
Sli soft thuds which tell that a lump of clay is being put on
I'' .- I .--- each board, and try to make the most fanciful things
i t with as much faith as when they undertake every day
11 ---[Yl lIT forms. Fortunately for the girls, their teacher has
the ready tact and imagination needed often to detect
TEMPTED INTO ACTIVITY. the ideal in the rude clay forms. Once, however, even
she was at a loss. Little Polly, dear child, full of
And when clay-day came we made the three bowls quaint fancies, had made a puzzling figure, which
for the milk -the Father Bear's bowl with a big looked as if she had meant it for a tallow candle
ladle in it, the Mother Bear's bowl with a big spoon, which had melted and run down the sides. -This
and the Baby Bear's with a wee little spoon. guess was hazarded, but received with such surprise
This was as far as I had thought of making forms that it was hastily withdrawn, and the teacher begged
to accompany the story; but several pairs of nimble for enlightenment, whereupon Polly explained with
hands finished the bowls and made one or another of much enthusiasm that it was a May-pole wreathed
the bears, so that we had the whole family complete with flowers." She could even tell which were the full-
as well as the house and furniture. Silver Locks blown roses in the garlands, where we could only see
was attempted, but was too far short of the darling ragged lumps of clay. One of the other girls had
ideal to be shown even to me, though the intention attempted a cream pitcher, but finding it a clumsy
and failure were confided. one, she put a bail on instead of a handle, and a little





THE BLIND CHILDREN'S KINDERGARTEN.

curved piece near the bottom to lift by, and there it Then they would need a house to live in, for like
stood, an unmistakable coal hod! the pupils at the institution, they would only go to
Having only one hour a day for Kindergarten we their own homes in the vacations. Schoolrooms, too,
cannot use all its varied occupations in each week, so or a schoolhouse, would be demanded immediately, of
we choose those which seem most useful to our pupils ; course, and some big people to take care of the little
but such have been the results from this "hour," that people -a matron to do the mothering and the
Mr. Anagnos feels that all further pupils ought to be re- housekeeping, and others to help her, and two or
ceived directly into thorough kindergarten modes three or four or more, kindergartnerin -the best,
of instruction. Its importance seems a matter for wisest, and most loving of them that could be found.
universal consideration; and we here commend the Mr. Anagnos estimates the sum needed in such
building and the endowment of Kindergartens for a beginning to be twenty-five thousand dollars, for
the blind children of the nation, alike to the youth the land, the house, and schoolhouse, the salaries,
of the United States, and the wealthy philanthropists for one year, of the people who would have the care
of our time and country. Into such homes, planned and teaching of the children, and the food and fuel
expressly for them, the little blind children now living for one year, with other plain necessities.
in comfortless quarters with but little or unwise care There is no doubt that this Kindergarten must be
could be gathered at the true kindergarten age ; and a work of charity; for by far the greater number of
there with games and exercises prepared and adapted blind children are among the very poor. Not more
expressly for them to suit their needs, they would be than eight per cent, among the pupils at the institution
guarded from hurt in their free frolickings ; so that could possibly pay their
instead of dreading, they would enjoy motion and be r own expenses.
tempted into activity, and thus gain physical develop- But surely there are
ment, which so many blind people lack. Such children, those among Ameri-
by time they reached the age of those now in the ; can parents and Ameri-
kindergarten class, would have the trained fingers, can children who have
the active, disciplined mind and the established char- '.i Is tl)~ Hcuw__0_ o_.. ~\\
acter which never belongs to the blind child whose QH
early years are spent in idleness and depression. --
The Perkins Institution as it now stands cannot ', /-
furnish Kindergarten for these little folks. It is I':\V .T '
already a village in itself, with the main buildings, the
cottages, schoolhouses, gallery, printing-house and ,'
workshop. The land is too crowded with buildings, -
and the buildings with the older pupils, to afford .-
room for any new department, for any such Kinder- [i L'
garten and primary school for little blind children w r.v, TA, ct.\ai-\\.\5. O-
from five to ten years of age, as is now demanded; q o-v .
and there is absolutely no national, State or private W-,,. w, .
provision made for the instruction of the blind chil- --.
dren under ten years of age. Mr. Anagnos has .': -
issued an earnest appeal for the foundation and '-T utS-oo'S -
endowment of such a department in his last annual AN ILLUSTRATED STORY.
report. From it we gather that the first thing to be
done is to secure about five acres of land in a pleas- the sentiment of Jean Paul, "I love God and
ant, healthy location. Making allowance for the little children," and who will be touched by the
buildings which will be needed sooner or later, five pitiable condition of these dear sightless little
acres would be none too much for the out-of-door ones, and who will give of their dollars and their
life of the pupils, their gardens, playgrounds and pennies to found for them a true Kindergarten
walks. Home.






THE THREE MARGERY DAWS.



THE THREE MARGERY DAWS.

BY MARY E. WILKINS.

A' .S EE-SAW, see-saw, up and down
X" i we gayly go!
S I / See-saw, see-saw, it's such a lovely
teeter, 0 !
See-saw, see-saw, grass across a
Sdaisy-stalk -
.--., Up and down the robins teetered
with their silvery talk.

S.
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See-saw, see-saw robins, they know how to play -
See-saw, see-saw, as well as children any day; ,
See-saw, see-saw lads and lassies, don't you know,
Grass across a daisy-stalk makes a lovely teeter, 0!





THE GINGER.POP COMPANY.

BY JAMES B. MARSHALL.

N a pretty cottage near a town lived a peaceable to take some apprentices to learn to make ginger-pop,
old woman named Abra, with her granddaughter but they must agree to work with her not less than one
Lois. There was an apple orchard at one side of the year. Now when the people of the town heard that
cottage, and in a near field she raised vegetables and to learn to make good ginger-pop would take a year,
herbs ; but she chiefly made her income by selling they declared Abra a miser and a most unkind and
ginger-pop, which she was most famous at making. selfish person. Having talked themselves warm and
Some of the people of the town had long envied Abra excited, they hired a brass band and marched out to
her knowledge, not thinking of the work and thought the cottage to persuade Abra into teaching them
that it had cost her to get it. how to make good ginger-pop right away."
When Abra had made a snug fortune she offered Abra had a bad attack of rheumatism, and was only






THE THREE MARGERY DAWS.



THE THREE MARGERY DAWS.

BY MARY E. WILKINS.

A' .S EE-SAW, see-saw, up and down
X" i we gayly go!
S I / See-saw, see-saw, it's such a lovely
teeter, 0 !
See-saw, see-saw, grass across a
Sdaisy-stalk -
.--., Up and down the robins teetered
with their silvery talk.

S.
^ \ .', "










See-saw, see-saw robins, they know how to play -
See-saw, see-saw, as well as children any day; ,
See-saw, see-saw lads and lassies, don't you know,
Grass across a daisy-stalk makes a lovely teeter, 0!





THE GINGER.POP COMPANY.

BY JAMES B. MARSHALL.

N a pretty cottage near a town lived a peaceable to take some apprentices to learn to make ginger-pop,
old woman named Abra, with her granddaughter but they must agree to work with her not less than one
Lois. There was an apple orchard at one side of the year. Now when the people of the town heard that
cottage, and in a near field she raised vegetables and to learn to make good ginger-pop would take a year,
herbs ; but she chiefly made her income by selling they declared Abra a miser and a most unkind and
ginger-pop, which she was most famous at making. selfish person. Having talked themselves warm and
Some of the people of the town had long envied Abra excited, they hired a brass band and marched out to
her knowledge, not thinking of the work and thought the cottage to persuade Abra into teaching them
that it had cost her to get it. how to make good ginger-pop right away."
When Abra had made a snug fortune she offered Abra had a bad attack of rheumatism, and was only





THE GINGER-POP COMPANY.

able to sit up in her great arm-chair, but Lois made a sticks, a sack of flour, and a roast of meat, annually,
speech to the people out of a window, and begged to the first one, and his heirs forever, who should dis-
them to go away and not worry her grandmother. cover how to make a good pop. The mason, the
Then the town Butcher made a speech in reply, cobbler, the bellows-mender, and many more artisans
saying there was nothing more at once quit their trades and began to try to make
easy to do than to make ginger- ginger-pop. The stirring and mixing of messes, and
':'p-- a'i,',......1: could do it as spoiling of ginger that went on in that little town was
i: that -and the wonderful to see. What a burning of fingers! what
'l, L,..:!.l.-tI snapped his fin- a choking with smoke what a boiling over of stuff !
S. :. I'he Baker agreed What a smarting and scalding of throats what flayed
.vith the Butcher, and ruined stomachs i
d the Candle- We must see that old Abra doesn't hear of this,"
-- cautioned the Butcher. the Baker, and the Candle-
























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* Please do so," said THE PEOPLE OEMANO THE GINGER-POP RECIPE. THE COBBLER "that no customers go
Lois, "my grandmother THINKS HE HAS WON THE PRIZE, to her on the sly. If we
is not at all particular are all deprived of the
about selling the people any more ginger-pop.' beverage long enough, we shall be driven to produce
All right We will show you declared the some sort of drinkable pop, and then our fortunes
Butcher, the Baker, and the Candlestick-maker; and are made.
after having laid a perpetual injunction upon Abra to So the three partners of the Ginger-pop Company
sell no more pop,heading the procession, they marched went out to Abra's cottage, and climbed over into
back to town. Though they hadn't the first idea how the orchard to watch in the shade of the apple-
ginger-pop was made, they told the people to buy trees.
nt of inner and offered a air of brass candle- Toward evening, however, they grew weary, also
hom ,- "ird ,i,.,kv 0c,,r N u t.- 1 he cot-
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THE GINGER-POP COMPANY.

anxious to learn how the amateur brewers were get- hurried back to town. Soon after they had left, three
ting along. jolly sailors came riding on donkeys up to Abra's
If we set up three scarecrows behind these cottage to buy ginger-pop. They had started out early
trees," said the Butcher, we can go, for Abra and for this purpose -as soon as their ship had touched
port having been thirsting ever since leaving the
Mediterranean a year previous.
Despite the perpetual injunction, Lois invited them
to tie their donkeys in the orchard, and then to come
S:, into the cottage to rest and refresh themselves.
S. As the Ginger-pop Company neared the town they
-' saw the people standing at their doors, and seeming
-I ; to be watching for them. The cobbler's house was
L' .L i' 4''' ~ -." the first they had to pass, and before the door was
6"l,- ,reached, out came the cobbler with a bucket of some
--.- 0' "' smoking stuff in one hand and three large blue mugs
S' t in the other.
L Taste this," cried the delighted cobbler, smacking
-<.. -" '' his lips; I think I have won the prize."
The Company hopefully, and without pausing to
THE THREE JOLLY SAILORS. question, as they were consumed with thirst, emptied
the blue mugs down their throats.
Lois would still believe themselves under guard." We-e-e-e-'re poisoned gasped the Butcher, the
"A capital idea exclaimed the Baker, "and I Baker, and the Candlestick-maker when they could
will go fetch a bundle of hay. Each of us can stuff catch their breath.
his overalls, coat, and hat with hay, and stand them oison "exclaimed the cobbler What you taste
up by a tree." is but the distinct- _
"And I will cut some stout switches for the guards ive flavor of m --
to hold," said the Candlestick-maker. pop -a soup- ---i, c -:- _..
an, .-i --^i'* .o b.-e s 'd', --- "
"Would they think we really meant to beat people? can of bees- .-. ''
objected the Baker. When my little boy was so sick a x and --.-
no one was kinder to us than Abra; and I wouldn't lampblack." --
have her or Lois actually harmed or very severely -
scared for a good many loaves. I don't object to a .
Ginger-pop Company, of course, because we all know
Abra has money enough. But when it comes to
switches "- .The Gin-
Nobody means to harm anybody," laughed the ger-pop Com-
Candlestick-maker. Will three scarecrows holding pany started
switches harm anybody ?" away disgusted.
Of course not," interposed the Butcher. "Come, But other people
Baker! don't be chicken-hearted." .. came darting out with
"Well," admitted the Baker, I suppose the cottage pots, kettles and pans
must appear to be under guard, else thirsty people of messes to betasted,
will come here in their desperation." and all demanding the
THE G. P. CO. RETREAT.
When the Baker returned with the hay, the scare- prize. But each new
crows were fixed with switches where hands should mess was more vile than the previous.
be, and then stationed boldly under the apple-trees. The moment the Butcher reached home and put
Then having declared their representatives to look his head in at his shop, he saw something had gone
very fierce and natural, the Ginger-pop Company wrong.





THE GINGER-POP COMPANY.

Well," said his wife, "here you have been and As he turned the first corner, he bounded against the
left wide open the door of the meat-house, and the Candlestick-maker who was running from some more
dogs of the town have been in and eaten the entire people with mugs, and together they overtook the
stock not a rib, not a shin left Even the smoked Butcher, who had escaped by his chamber window.
hams are gone!" Let's go and remove the injunction, and get our
Never mind that 1 groaned the Butcher. "I've clothes, and refresh ourselves with some of the genu-
swallowed five thousand dozens of the greatest doses ine article, and then dismiss the people back to their
that ever were mixed business, selecting a few apprentices to learn the
"And where's your hat and coat?" demanded his business of old Abra," said the Baker. How are
wife. our scarecrows ? he added, peeping over the orchard
But the Butcher had closed the door of his cham- fence in the dusk. But stop I do declare I saw
ber upon her. them move "
When the Candlestick-maker entered his house he Nonsense laughed the Butcher, climbing over


























found his apprentices had spoiled twenty sets of brass three times : Konk-konk-konke-e-e-e."
candlesticks. The Butcher tumbled off the fence back on the

The Baker smelled something burning before he lead the headlong flight down the road.
reached his bakery, which was not at all surprising, Ugh cried he, that old Abra does magic I'll
since he had left the day's batch of bread in the wager anything she's the Abradacabra of the wizards
oven. of old "
You foolish man," said his wife. "Why are you "Yes," panted the Butcher, "and she incants her
concerning yourself about old Abra's affairs and help- ginger-pop, and that's why we don't discover it! We
ing the people to lose their wits? And what have never shall get our clothes! "
you done with your clothes ?" Now Abra and Lois had been telling the sailors
The Baker made no answer, but hurried out of the of the Ginger-pop Company.
back door, for he saw hundreds of ginger-pop makers And there there they are now, screaming at
coming in at the front door with their experiments, their own scarecrows probably," said Lois as she
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THE GINGER-POP COMPANY.

heard the outcry. "I believe the whole town has search for the Ginger-pop Company, its muddied
gone crazy and sorrowful members straggled into sight. The
It was a moonlight night, and going to the cottage people hooted and laughed at the tale of the magic
door the sailors saw the men racing down the road. scarecrows, and declared that the Ginger-pop Com-
They fold Abra and Lois to keep indoors. Then pany had hopelessly lost its wits.
they went into the orchard and armed themselves with "If you don't believe us," cried the Candlestick-
the switches, and put on the scarecrows' clothing, and maker, come out to Abra's cottage and see for
platted hay masks for their faces, and hid behind the yourselves."
apple-trees. It seemed such a good joke that every one who
The Ginger-pop Company finding they were not could either walk or ride agreed to go. Of course
followed, at last stopped running, and finally got the scarecrows were found to be nothing but scare-
courage to turn back for their hats and coats once crows, and then the Ginger-pop Company were worse
more. jeered than ever. However, when the Baker pointed
They all believed it was the messes they had tasted out the frayed and split switches which the scare-
taking effect upon their heads, for," said the Butcher, crows held, even the more unruly shook their heads
" it is folly to suppose we are afraid of our own scare- and became very polite to Abra and Lois.
crows." Now, Abra, my good woman," said the clergy-
Or that scarecrows could bray," said the Candle- man of the town, what did really happen here last
stick-maker. night? You know I have no possible interest in
"By nature, I am afraid of nothing," said the ginger-pop. You can speak frankly to me."
Baker. "But any man may do a foolish thing after But Abra only looked knowingly over her glasses
drinking lampblack and beeswax and smiled.
There they are," said the Candlestick-maker, be- Ican tell you what happened here yesterday," said
hind the trees, looking as innocent as so many posts." Lois. The price of ginger-pop was raised, and if you
Having all climbed over the fence -the Baker people go on spoiling ginger and making it scarce, it
being very slow to do so they began again to joke will be raised again to-morrow. We shall probably
about their run, when they saw how stiff and silent continue to raise it until you are ashamed of the way
the scarecrows stood. you have treated us."
Most noble gentlemen, we will trouble you for Oh, we are ashamed now," cried together the
our hats," said the Butcher, making a mock bow, Butcher, the Baker, and the Candlestick-maker in
and reaching out his right hand. alarm.
You will, will you ?" growled the three scare- "I propose three cheers for Abra," called the
crows; and jumping out from behind the trees the Baker, waving his hat and dancing up and down.
disguised sailors switched the terrified men out of the And instantly the whole populace gave three cheers
orchard and far down the road. In their flight they in this form :
took the wrong road and ran into a swampy meadow, "We are ashamed! We are ashamed! We are
where they floundered about all night, the frogs hoot- ashamed! "
ing at them. 'The sailors again arranged the scare- Nevertheless, Abra raised the price of ginger-pop
crows as they had found them. Then, having bought considerably. But notwithstanding that, so many
a good supply of ginger-pop to take on their next wanted to be taken as apprentices that she was com-
voyage, they bid Abra and Lois good night, and good pelled to have them to draw straws for choice.
courage, and good luck, and rode back to the sea- Everybody returned to their trades, yet it was some
port. time before the town regained its former peace and
In the morning as the whole town with many hun- prosperity, and ginger-pop never came down to its
dred brand-new kinds of people were turning out to old price.





THE BASKET BUSINESS.





























THE BASKET MERCHANT AND HIS CUSTOMERS.


THE BASKET BUSINESS.

By SUSAN POWER.

A VOICE came out of the dusk, from the corner juvenilermagazine-no namesmentioned-and a pair
JX\_ by the big base-burning stove. Oh dear, I of water-proof boots that he could walk right through
wish I knew how to make some money !" a mudpuddle with, and never interrupt his ideas and
Sounds natural, doesn't it? Or did you never hear put him out by having to walk round it. Boots above
a boy wish the same thing in almost the same words? his knees, with cavalry tops, so he could wade from
Jack Brownell wanted the money as he never had home to the post-office when the snow broke up in
wanted anything before in his life, and it seemed as if floods. Boots you could hunt in all day in the
the want was eating a hole in him somewhere-what marshes and never wet the toes of your socks. Yes,
the poets call being devoured by desire. Never felt and he wanted-deep down in his soul he coveted-
anything like it in your life, did you ? Nor you, nor a shot-gun, Sherman's make, silver-mounted, with a
you, who stand listening? hunting-bag and ammunition-much as a pound of
Jack wanted a knife, three-bladed, warranted real powder-and three boxes of caps, and a bag of shot.
Wostenholme ; one that would keep an edge when Then what good times down the creek Saturdays,
you had ground it and finished it on the oil- shooting at a mark, or peppering an unlucky rabbit
stone, and wouldn't force you to be whetting it up if it ran right in the way of the bullet! Jack rolled
and going over to Andrew Pate's grindstone every over and groaned at thought of the gun; and to
other day of your life; and he wanted to subscribe to a think too, that he had only sixty-nine cents toward
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THE BASKET BUSINESS.

this vision of happiness, and not the least idea how for a partner," said the mother, taking in another
to make any more. Tim Lewis had the job of sweep- yard or two of red yarn in her needle. Boys' heels
ing the schoolroom and clearing the snow off the do eat up yarn dreadfully. "Just take this sock,
steps that winter, and he was to get three dollars for Johnny, and ravel out the top while I darn the other,
it; and Gobright had fifty cents a week for getting and I'll tell you about a boy I knew."
up early and leaving the hot buckwheat cakes at So Jack sat up and pushed the desperate hair out
breakfast to build a fire in the Bridge School; but of his face, and fell to work, for when his mother
there wasn't any chance for Jack. He wished he said "I'll tell you something," it grew interesting,
could happen on some buried treasure, or find some and he forgot to growl and object that it was girls'
Indian relics and sell them. Levi Hayward found an work to wind yarn, as some boys do. I don't mean
Indian arrowhead and stone pipe when he was plow- these boys who read this story, but some other boys.
ing, and the professor gave him three dollars for Probably you never heard one say so. While the old
them for the college cabinet. Jack gave another sock was deftly raveled and wound, Mrs. Brownell
sniff and fling at thought of it. told about Tom Getchell.
"Jack, what ails you ? asked his mother from her When I was in the country one summer while
mending, noticing the boy's trouble at last. you were a baby, there used to come around twice a
Jack groaned, turning over on his back and clasp- week, a lame boy with a little cart of notions. He
ing his hands like a crusader on a tomb. I wish had confectionery such as everybody loves-fig paste
there was money on every bush. I wish I could go and chocolate drops, old-fashioned cream candy that
somewhere and steal a whole lot. Yes, I do. When melts in the mouth, molasses candy, big Salem Gib-
I went for the carpet binding down to the store, they raltars, and real jujube paste, which you don't find
were counting over the cash, and piles of it lay on nowadays, all fresh and pure and well-made. You
the desk, and it looked so good I just hated the can imagine that was the thing to draw the pennies
sight of it because I couldn't have any. I had to right out of schoolchildren's pockets, and older per-
just start and run all the way home. Seemed as if sons liked the taste of Tom Getchell's nice candies.
I'd have to steal in a little more." Beside he had such an assortment as you find at the
"Don't talk that way, Jack," said his mother confectionery counter of a depot stand -fresh figs in
gently, knowing how the sight of such things strikes the season, oranges and lemons, popcorn-balls in
to a boy's heart sometimes, and yet glad, because papers, maple sugar and flagroot, licorice sticks, and
temptation run away from is not likely to ever get in one small box some writing-paper, pens and pen-
hold of him. cils, just to accommodate people who wanted a sheet
If you want some money, why don't you go to of paper once or twice a year, when they had to
work and make some ? answer a letter. We were half a mile from the stores,
"Yes, why don't I ? in a tone of injury; make and there were but two shops in the little country
it doin' sums, or pull it out the fire," with fine scorn, place anyhow, and it was a welcome sight to spy
" How'd make it ? Tom's cart toiling up the hill with its load of sweet
"You might set up in business," said his mother and fresh juicy oranges. He was sure to leave
meekly. something at every house on the way, for the men
Ho yes, he'd set up in business--set up with a and girls in the shoe factory saved their lunch money
jayhawk and a ground squirr'l for partners. H'mph to buy of him, and the Irish women spared a cent to
sniff buy a pink popcorn-ball for the babies, and Miss
"You might take a partner with money," suggested Lucinda Foster across the road liked to have a few
his mother again, quietly. Gibraltars to give the children when they ran in to
Belmont, or Astor, or Vanderbilt, or Charley Hig- see her, and her big brother William liked to find a
gins, the town skinflint and money-lender?" He ripe fig or a burnt almond in the drawer when he
wasn't particular either, any of'em 'mph! sniff. Sniff. looked for his spectacles. You used to know Tom,
If I could find a boy willing to work, and get up and begin to dance and shout as soon as you saw the
mornings and step around spry and smart, and cart, and cry if it did not hurry round soon enough
that wouldn't let the hens run away with a good thing to suit your lordship; and you started more than
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over the world. Tom was an orphan, and had taken had heard in a contract for the letting of his father's
up the business of earning his own living two years forty-acre lot. He would have liked to start out sell-
before. He had travelled the road twice a week all ing then and there, but he had no stock, and, he
the pleasant weather, and people who knew him said reflected, not even a go-cart. "Where shall I get a
he had earned his clothes and had three hundred wagon?"he asked disconsolately.
dollars put away in bank." "Your wagon will have to be a basket, Jack," his
"Three hundred dollars," said Jack, his eyes mother said, "and you needn't worry about that till
widening ; don't I wish I had it you have the things to put in it. Jack, I declare, it
Suppose you work for it then," said his mother, isn't fair. I shall have to furnish half the capital and
" Now I will give you fifty cents to start with if you all the experience for this firm, right along."
choose to stock a basket and go round Saturday and "Why isn't it fair? cried Jack, flushing.
Wednesday afternoons, and see what you can do Why, the rule is in partnership that one man finds
about selling things. You and I will be partners; or, the money and the other the experience, and in two
I will be a silent partner, with my money in the busi- years the first one has the experience and the other
ness but no share in the active management. You man has the money. I shall want good interest if
will be the head of the firm and I'll be the 'Co.' I'm to find money and experience too."
The head of the firm didn't act as if he meant to "Shall we have Gibraltars ?" Jack asked anxiously.
stand on his dignity very much, for he was dancing "I suppose so, for it wouldn't be a boy's basket
an Indian war dance round the sitting-room, ending without. I think, Jack, I'll write to your aunt Frances
by standing on his hands with his feet in the air. in the city, and ask her to buy the things for us. A
The Co." threaded her needle with more red yarn, dollar will go so much farther there than here."
and smiled at the performance. Jack got up, went to the secretary, and brought
"Three hundred dollars saved up," Jack went on, paper, pen and ink to his mother beseechingly. "Now
counting up his future gains. I can have a bicycle, do write at once," he said, "because you know I am
and a new suit and a camera, a magic lantern and no good at waiting, and I feel as if I should never
'The Boys' Own Wonderful,' and a gun and a pair of last anyhow till that basket is full and walking off
carrier pigeons, and a writing-desk and lots of pink with me behind it."
paper with silver letters, and a bottle of Florida So his mother laughed and wrote the letter to
water that smells sweet to put on my hair, and a aunt Frances in Boston, and the next week the post-
game of authors and a three-pound box of candy, and master handed Jack a box with ten cents' postage to
-why, mother, I can have every single thing in the pay, which took the last of his sixty-nine cents, for he
world I want! and Jack stood on his hands again spent eight cents for candy and one cent for chewing-
by way of expressing his feelings, gum to support nature under the stress of waiting,
You have to earn your money first," his mother on the strength of the fortune he was going to make.
said; and let me tell you, not one cent is to be spent What is nine cents to a man who has three hundred dol-
till you have gained the dollar of your money and lars in bank in the future ? for Jack had counted that
mine you take for capital. I can't afford to let you money and laid it out so many times he felt as if he
lose my money or your own. You will have to make must certainly have made it twice over.
that dollar to pay yourself back, and another dollar to That dreadful mother of his would not let him open
buy more things, before you touch a penny for any- the box till after school, and he had split the wood
thing else. Bring me the little old grocery book and and fed the hens and nailed up the slats of the fence,
the pencil, and let us begin things in shape." So Jack for she knew that hens and wood-house would have
brought the old passbook which had several blank no more of Jack after that wonderful box was open.
leaves left, and Mrs. Brownell had him write down in Then with the room snug and warm, curtains down
his best hand the memorandum of the agreement: and the table clear, he might bring out the box.
"John Brownell and Mary Brownell, partners, Feb. 6th, I880. Aunt Frances had rather enjoyed making the most of
Each put in fifty cents' share in basket business. $I.oo. No the Brownells' dollar, and had quite entered into the
money to be taken out by either partneL till the capital is spirit of the business. First under the tissue paper
doubled. Then share and share alike." came half a dozen confectionery hearts, three white
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with peppermint, or bitter with lemon, but with no "No, I don't want any of them. Got any trousis
flavor save that of their own sweetness. I used to buttons? "
think such hearts were the dearest things in the Not one had Jack, of brass or black or tin. He
world, and children like them just as well now, I felt mortified away down in the depths of his soul to
fancy. Then came a pound of mixed candies, which think he should have forgotten such an essential
took more of Jack's money, and was all of large fig- thing as trousers buttons. The old lady was going to
ures which would sell at a cent apiece. Next some shut the door on a very mortified, wretched boy, when
tangerine oranges of delicious flavor, which as rarities Clarinda, the youngest, came running down-stairs.
were to be marked five cents each. Then some cards "Who is it, ma?'" she said, and, "Oh, what you
of small pearl buttons, and hooks and eyes, which got? catching sight of the basket. "Jack Brownell's
Jack sniffed at. That boy had a variety of sniffs, gone into business, ma. Girls, come down!"
and could find one to suit almost any occasion ; and And she wanted to know if he had any cardinal
as he seemed to think that creation could have been ribbon or elastic braid, or any worsted needles, for
improved if he had put a hand to it, you can imagine she didn't want to go across the river to the store for
he kept them all in use. Then came one of these one that afternoon. And the other girls came down,
queer wire things you have seen to scour kettles with- and Jack had to show everything to each one, and
out scraping and trouble; then a paper of very long there was looking and comparing, and Amanda
needles, and extra large tape needles, and some rolls wanted to know if he had any watch-cords, or small
of yellow hair-pins which looked like gold, for putting spools of embroidery silk, or any darning cotton,
up fair hair without showing in it as black ones do, which of course he hadn't. And they bought a pair
and some silver pins which would look pretty in dark of crimping pins, and two sugar hearts, and Mrs. Mayo
hair, some soft pins for hair crimping, at two cents a bought a dozen of pearl buttons because they were so
pair, and lastly a funny little cap of soft russet cheap.
leather, with an elastic strap to it. Then it was Mrs. Next place the baby had the measles, and the
Brownell's turn to look curious, for she had never mother wouldn't let Jack in the house. Next was an
seen anything of the kind before. "It must be the old man reading a paper and lonesome. He invited
'little old man dressed all in leather' has lost his Jack in, asked him fifty questions about himself and
nightcap," said Jack. his parents, poked in his basket, bought a stick of
"Aunt Frances writes that these sheep-skin things barley candy, and gave Jack a red apple. Next
are a new invention called stocking protectors, to place Jack sold more candy and two milliners'
slip on boys' heels to keep the sock from wearing. needles, and he began to look with more respect on
She says you can use this for a sample in taking or- his feminine goods when he found how well they
ders, and she will send them as fast as you want, and sold. Next place the woman was mending stockings,
that mothers are likely to want a good many of them." with a big basketful beside her. "Well, now," she
Jack didn't more than half like the idea of going said, when she saw the "protectors," "'pears to me
round with such a pack of girl's things, as he scorn- I'd ought to have a pair o' them things right away..
fully said, but the mother overruled, and he was Jest the thing for savin' his socks, ain't they?"
started off the next Saturday afternoon with directions And she made Jack promise to bring her the sample
to begin work the other side of the town. He went pair if his mother would let him, that very night.
across the river to the Mayo house, where there were "She wasn't going to mend any more socks if that
three big girls with snapping black eyes and cardinal little invention was going to help it."
ribbons, and old lady Mayo opened the door at Then he met a party of the boys on the bridge,
Jack's knock. "D-d-do you want to buy anything and this he had been dreading all the afternoon, for
to-day ? Jack asked in an agony of bashfulness. he knew they would want him to treat, and worry
"I don't know as I do," said the old lady very him if he did not. His mother had told him what to
deliberately. You look like a young fellow to be in do and say, and he faced them bravely.
business; what you got?" "He-up," sang out one who peeped into the basket
"Want any hooks and eyes, buttons, milliners' as he went by. ."Jack, can't you give us a treat?
needles ? Jack stammered, trying to recollect what Here, boys, make him stand treat," and treat,'"
his mother had told him to say. treat," rang on all sides.






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"I'll treat, boys, when I've got my business started. Things to be ordered: Trousers buttons, brass,
If you want anything in my line, you'll get more for silvered, black, 2 sizes; coarse red machine silk for
your money here than you would at the bank. Ever stitching; linen bobbinet braid; watch-cords; mend-
see any Gibraltars that size, Joe Emory?" ing cotton; elastic braid; Java canvas, red and
As the candies were very large and of good flavor, blue ; crochet needles, extra polished; peacocks'
the joke took, and the boys bought a couple of feathers; orange cream drops; rush baskets; Japan-
cents' worth, all the money they had in the crowd. ese fans; Easter cards; Princeton basket.
Two -or three asked Jack to trust them for more. Aunt Frances had enough to do to fill that order,
"Strictly cash business, boys, and I've got to keep you may be sure, but Jack and his mother put the
my credit good. Can't have any notes out, or $2.41 into the business, and the next month a crisp
accounts running. When I can see my way ahead new $zo bill went into the savings bank, beside the
better, I'll talk about credit." And then he was off $5 for fresh stock.
as quickly as he knew how to go without running. Jack has bought a new basket, and begins to think
He got fairly through his afternoon business, took he doesn't care so much for the bicycle, and feels as
three orders for the heel protectors, which mothers if he could exist without the camera. The silver-
seemed to think were just what they wanted to keep mounted shot-gun has lost its charms beside Ben
the children's stockings from wearing out. Carrie Phinney's plain rifle which shoots better, and which
Fox asked him if he couldn't bring her some crewels is offered for sale at $30. But Jack sent to Mr. Vick
to match samples which she gave him, and Jack privately for a new selection of flower seeds to sur-
remembered to tell his mother everything which peo- prise his mother, and has decided that the sitting-
ple wanted that he hadn't got. She wrote down a room wants a new carpet, and his books need a new
list of them to help in making the next order. A walnut case. He intends to send next month for a
week from that day Jack had only a quarter of a pound color box and a set of carving tools, while already in
of candy left, and the list of things to be ordered and the right hand trousers pocket rests that beautiful
the account in the little old grocery book read thus: Wostenholme knife that is the admiration of all the
Sold. Almonds, candied walnuts, etc. 30 High School boys.
Sugar hearts .06 Jack's mother thinks the best of the business is
Blonde hair-pins, at ioc. a paper ..30 that he is so busy and has so much to think of he
Silver hair-pins, at ioc. a paper .20 has forgotten to sniff, and I sometimes get the
4 dozen pearl buttons, at loc .40
5 tape needles at c ..25 impression that he is entirely willing the responsibil-
6 papers hooks and eyes at 5 .30 ity of managing the whole world should rest some-
i wire pot-cleaner .15 where else than upon his shoulders. He generally
i stocking saver 25 finds the basket and Jack Brownell's affairs quite
$2.21 enough for him to take care of.





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CHILD MARIAN HAS A PARTY.

BY WM. M. F. ROUND.

SAN I, can I have a party ? Why, about a thousand, I should think."
exclaimed Marian as she "A thousand Why, you don't know a thousand
I ': came run ning in from little girls," exclaimed aunt Elinor, horror-stricken at
school one day with a wee the idea of two thousand restless little feet jumping
,* / dainty little note in which on the springs of the furniture, and two thousand
she was invited to a party little hands dropping cake crumbs on the carpet, and
to be given by one of her a thousand little people getting sick on jam, and a
playmates. Everybody is thousand little romps sliding down the banisters -
having parties everybody for of course to be a regular party according to Mar-
surprise parties, doll parties, dancing parties, pic- ian's idea, they must do all these things at least
nic parties, and every other kind, and I think it is would be likely to.
a shame. I'm eight, and I've known girls only six "It isn't going to be a girls' party, but a boys'-
to have 'em; and there's Willie Newell, he had one and-girls', and a dolls'
the other day, and he's only three," and Marian put party, and maybe a few /
on her most bewitching smile, and came and flung grown-ups," said Marian. '"
her arms around my neck, and stroking my gray "I can think of more than ''
beard, said in an utterly irresistible tone : fifteen already."
Dear old darling uncle Will, can I have a party ?" Well," said aunt ,
Just as aunt Elinor says," I replied. Elinor, you can invite
I'11 go and ask her this minute," said Marian as many as you like;"
and I knew that aunt Elinor said yes. I did not for she knew Marian
hear her say it, because she was in another room, but could not think of fifty FO
FOR IDEAS.
I did hear a sweet little merry voice crying out: people if it was to save
goody, goody!" and I knew at once what it her dear little pink cherry of a nose from being
meant, snipped off by the nursery-tale blackbird.
Then there was a discussion as to when, and who, "When are you going to have it, Marian ? I
and how many. asked.
It was all left "When can I "
finally to Mar- --. Oh, whenever you like."
fan, and she '. "Well, then, don't you think Sunday afternoon
said she must ., would be a good time ? Sunday afternoons are gen-
Sthink it over erally pretty dull and then the girls would be already
before she de- '' .dressed up, you know."
cided. '' "But, Marian, Sunday isn't exactly the day for
Marian had i parties," I ventured.
a very vague "Well, I might have it a religious party, and have
idea of num- 2'' .' -singing hymns and such things," argued Marian.
bers, and she We however persuaded the dear child .to give up
thought that in y the idea of a Sunday party, and then she suddenly
order to have CHILD MARIAN HOLDS A COUNCIL. became darkly mysterious, and when our good Ger-
a grand party man girl Gretchen heard us speculating as to what plan
she must have a large one; so when asked how Marian was revolving, she hit the truth exactly by
many she would invite, she coolly replied: remarking:






CHILD MARIAN HAS A PARTY.

"When she think like that, you must speak not to the four days that passed between Marian's "idee"
her, for she have idee." and the party, she got a good many more ideas.
Marian did indeed have idee," She read a story of a little girl who went out
and the idee" developed itself into the by-ways and hedges, and invited in the lame,
o as follows : and the halt, and the blind. She didn't know exactly
*.'; Marian had heard of those what the halt were, but she thought she could man-
!i dreadful social inflictions called age to bring together a few cripples and a blind per-
surprise parties, without knowing son or two. So on Friday afternoon, after school,
i, exactly what they were. She had she went to the poor-house which wasn't far away,
iI heard them spoken of as "jolly," and where she quite often went to play with the keep-
S and "such larks," and she thought er's children, and she circulated about among the
she would like to have one. Now, paupers, speaking to the lamest and the blindest:
the question, who was to be sur- "My aunt Elinor is going to have a party to-mor-
ONE OF THE IN- prised ? puzzled Marian. She cer- row afternoon, at three o'clock, and wants you to
VITED.
tainly couldn't be surprised at her come."
own party. Somebody else must be the surprised Think it strange ? Well, perhaps they did think it a
one, and aunt Elinor was chosen as the victim, little strange, but not very, for you see aunt Elinor
Marian said no more -- having a warm and tender
about her party to us, but heart, is always sending
she held a council of flaxen little gifts to these paupers,
heads, and brown braids, and they thought it only
and black curls, and crop-' another impulse of kind-
ped top-knots -nine girls, ness that prompted the
and boys in all-and they --. //'' ,, i party.
put their wits together, Marian, having invited
under the back piazza, and '_ ', '!ii' I the paupers, thought she
there they arranged it. had achieved a very bril-
On the very next Satur- liant thing; and surely she
day afternoon, aunt Elinor had arranged a genuine
was going to a sewing so- ) surprise.
city, and wouldn't be --- -:- Then Marian had heard
home till five o'clock. The a\rii..\ a chapter read in school
party should be all assem- i',f that inculcated the duty of
bled to receive her and sur- thoughtfulness and kind-
prise her. The invitations ness to the poor; and the
were issued accordingly. teacher had followed it up
Not written, you know, but w with a little talk that had
IN ''BY-WAYS AND HEDGES."
whispered-imparted with made a great impression.
great secrecy and the secret came pretty near to The result was that Marian couldn't meet a ragged
leaking out several times. The girls' heads were and dirty child all that day or all the next, that she
full of the party, and it was all they could do to did not instantly
keep from talking about it. Once in school Marian's invite them to '
heart fairly leaped into her mouth, when, the teacher the party. By p.." ,'"
asking that great stupid ten-year-old girl, Carrie Saturday morn- I,, '
Horner, why she couldn't study on Saturday after- ing, counting ,
noon, she replied, "Because I'm going to Marian school friends,
Vane's par- and checked herself just in time paupers, and the "THE LAME, THE HALT, THE BLIND."
not to let the secret out. Marian felt like slapping nondescripts of
her, which was wrong; but then you know Marian the streets, she had made up quite a respectable party
is not, and never was, a modest little girl. During in point of numbers. Then it occurred to Marian,






CHILD MARIAN HAS A PARTY.

that, being a surprise party to aunt Elinor, she ought "Vat is dat you say? "
to invite in some of aunt Elinor's friends, and as Marian repeated; and all that Gretchen said then
Marianknewthey was:
wouldn't come on "Ach Himmel "
,-" her invitation The idea was appalling to Gretchen, and of all
merely, and as it times too on a Saturday afternoon !
/ i .: was aunt Elinor's "And what will your aunt say ?"
iS / ,, {' party, why not She'll be surprised," said Marion. She said I
.' '/ say that her aunt might have a party, though, and any kind of a party
S' Elinor wanted I wanted, and any time, and I want a surprise party
them ? -and want it to-day."
-She had heard Just then the bell rang. Marian heard voices in
S- her say that she the hall and listened at the door. She heard Gretchen
:J .liked to have her say:
friends come to "No, I tells you, we hasn't any cold bieces in de
THE GUEST MARIAN REBUKED. see her. So she house."
went to the minis- It was a little party of paupers, and Gretchen
ter's and asked that good man and his wife, and then hadn't understood that they were guests. They had
to the neighbors, all of whom believed every word of no idea of going away so, however, and pushed
Marian's invitation, and promised to come. into the hall, abusing Gretchen
After everybody had been invited, Marian went heartily as they did so. Marian :
home and waited-longed for the time when aunt ran to the rescue: .
Elinor should be gone, and the party should begin. "They're part of the party, '
It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't provided Gretchen." And Gretchen would
refreshments. She knew there were plenty of hickory have retired disgusted, only the .'
nuts and butternuts in the garret, and she would door bell rang again, and this -'
forthwith go and crack some; moreover, she would time it was a group of boys and
shell a good lot of pop-corn and have it all ready to girls who pushed unceremoni-
be popped the instant aunt Elinor should be gone. ously in without saying so much
WHAT ONE DID
She called in one of her little friends and imparted as "by your leave."HAT ONE DID
her plan, and straightway the little girls went to the "Dis is awful--their dirty boots walking in the
garret, where they cracked and shelled till their best carpets."
fingers ached. They really did crack a good many But what would Gretchen do ? The guests came
nuts, and had enough corn ready to fill a wash-tub in groups--faster and faster. Now a blind pauper
when it should be popped. At last aunt Elinor de- led by a lame pauper. Now a pair of dirty street
parted, and Marian began to make herself ready. Arabs who left their boot-blacking apparatus in the
She got out her daintiest -. front hall, to survey themselves in the long mirrors.
things and put them on, There got to be about a score of people in the
and smoothed her hair, front parlor, when Marian proposed plays.
and finding a pair of J 1 Tag! said a street Arab.
aunt Elinor's six-button Blind-man's-buff !" said one of Marian's school
gloves, put them on and ,, 'friends, who thought that some of the company had
buttoned herself up to I no need of bandages to enter upon that game.
her very shoulders. -"Tag," however, won the day, and the game was
Then she went down forthwith begun. Round through the front hall,
and told Gretchen all through the dining-room, through the back parlor,
about it. "HAVE YER SEEN THE SHAH!" through the library, through the front parlor, up
Gretchen was sur- the stairs, down the banisters, under the tables,
prised. She opened her great blue eyes and ex- under the piano, on top of sofas, into cupboards,
claimed : everywhere The fun became fast and furious. The






CHILD MARIAN HAS A PARTY.

dust flew till the paupers coughed as if they'd cough mind, and having a clear coast, some of them were
themselves to pieces. Everybody who couldn't play inspecting aunt Elinor's treasures overhauling bu-
looked on and wondered-that is, everybody but reau drawers, opening jewelry boxes, and one girl-
the blind people. They I blush to mention it had even gone so far as to put
sat still and heard the on that lady's chignon, and smooth her front bangs
chandeliers jingle. with my tooth-brush. The minister told me this,
.' Jingle I should think and I've no doubt he told the truth.
I they did jingle. Not only Well, I can't go into all the details of the party-
S. the chandeliers with their there are too many of them. I don't think it was at
.. long rows of crystal pen- its full height when aunt Elinor returned.
S -dants, but the glass on Was she surprised ? I should say so. She laughed
S.the sideboard jingled, yes, a little at first, and then she cried a little, and then
S.-- ) fairly danced; the dishes she took off her things, and with the help of a few
i,-- i __ in the closets rattled, and grown-up friends, she went to work. She didn't or-
WITH A TOOTH-BRUSH! the strings of the piano der them all out of the house--not a bit of it. She
vibrated of themselves, found bright and beautiful picture books for the lame
If they only hadn't vibrated But they did, and a paupers to look at. She set the minister to reading
big boy heard them, and opened the piano, and stories to the boys. She had all the little girls round
played. Pour all the Battles of Prague, and Witches' a table and playing authors in no time, and then
Dances, and Last Hopes, and Maiden's Prayers and she gathered the blind ones and a few of the quietly
Storm Galops into a barrel, and then tap it and let disposed children around the piano, and sung to them
out the sound, and that is what that boy played, tender little songs -sung to them till the brightest
He broke a string, but bless you! he didn't mind in eyes filled with tears, and the sightless eyes had sweet,
the least. If he had known how, he would have near-by visions of peace and heaven. Then she
broken another string only to have heard the report. brightened them all up, by singing old Scotch airs, and
He played so loud, both feet on the pedals, that you playing lively tunes, and then she asked them all
couldn't so much as hear the music-box which another to sing, and they did sing with a will, Auld Lang
boy had set off in a corner. Syne, and Home, Sweet Home, and ever so many more
Poor Gretchen she sat down and cried. She didn't of the dear old familiar hymns.
dare leave, for fear they would burn the house down, When she first came, aunt Elinor had comforted
but she sent a boy for aunt Elinor, and it seemed as Gretchen, and had sent out for cakes and sweet-
if she would never come. meats. So pretty soon tea-time came; and there
Marianherself thought they were carrying things with was plenty of bread and butter, and plenty of
rather a high hand. But then, wasn't it a party, and preserves, and cold ham brought over from the hotel,
didn't everybody do exactly as they liked at a party ? and there was cake, stacks of it, and tea as strong
She did rebuke a street boy who found my cigar box as a Scotchman's
in the library and began to smoke. But she might will and as fra- -
as well have rebuked a chimney for smoking. He grant as a garden
not only smoked, but he distributed the cigars. Four of roses. They ta'''
urchins sat on the piano and puffed like steamboats, all ate a good
In the midst of it all the minister arrived, and deal- "Just like .
Marian received him. He looked queer, Marian horses," Gretchen .
says, and I've no doubt he did. He looked queerer said and then --
still when one of the street boys, imitating the minis- they went home, -..
ter's walk as well as he could, propounded the tre- and-well, there CAKES AND SWEETMEATS.
mendous question : was a pretty big
Have yer seen the S/hah/ bill of damages, but wasn't it Marian's party, and a
The little girls were in the meanwhile playing with surprise" party ? and so we didn't mind.
dolls up-stairs, and being of an inquisitive turn of But, Marian, dear child, don't ever do it again I




































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BENNY'S WIGWAM.

By MRS. MARY CATHERINE LEE.

N OW, Pettikins," said Benny Briggs, on the first they took their way across to the island. The island
day of vacation, come along if you want to is really no island at all, but a lonely, lovely portion
see the old Witch." of Still Harbor, between Benny's home and Grandma
Pettikins got her little straw hat, and holding Potter's, which by means of a smah inlet and a little
Benny's hand with a desperate clutch, trotted along creek, and one watery thing and another, is so nearly
beside him, giving frequent glances at his heroic face surrounded by water as to feel justified in calling
to keep up her courage. Her heart beat hard as itself an island. They crossed over the little bridge






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that took them to this would-be island, and following Got a mother, hey ? said she.
an almost imperceptible wood path, came within sight "Yes."
of the Witch's hut. It was a deserted, useless, wood- "And a father? "
chopper's hut, which the mysterious creature whom Yes."
the children called a witch had taken possession of Um-m-m."
not long before. Here Fanny drew back. She puffed and gazed.
Benny, I am afraid," said she. You wouldn't like to see 'em shot? "
"Humph she can't hurt you in the daytime," said At this Benny stood speechless, and Fanny set up
Benny. She ain't no different in the daytime from such a cry to go home that Benny was afraid he
any other old woman. It's only nights she is a should have to take her away that is, if the Witch
witch." would let him. He began to consider his chances.
Fanny allowed herself to be led a few steps further, Still the more terrible the old Witch seemed, the
and then drew back again. O Benny," said she, more Benny wanted to see and hear her. He whis-
"there's her broomstick there it is, right outside o' pered to Fanny:
the door- and O Benny, Benny, there's her old black "She won't hurt you, Pettikins she can't; I won't
cat! let her. Hush a minute, and see what I'm going to
Wal, what on it, hey ? What on it ?" creaked a say to her "
dreadful voice close behind them. Then, indeed, Fanny hushed a little, and Benny fixed an auda-
Fanny shrieked and tried to run, but Benny's hand cious gaze upon the Witch-or a gaze which he
held her fast. She hid her face against Benny's arm meant should be audacious. "What is the matter
and sobbed. with you ? said he.
It was the old Witch her very self. She looked at The old woman removed her pipe and sat holding
them out of her glittering eyes- O how she did look it with her forefinger lapped over it like a hook.
at them!-with her head drooped until her chin "They call it 'exterminated,' said she, pushing
rested on her chest. This seemed to bring the back the broad-brimmed, high-crowned man's hat that
arrows of her eyes to bear upon the enemy with she wore, and showing her gray, ragged locks. I'm
greater force and precision, exterminated. You don't know what that is, I s'pose ?"
"There ain't any law ag'in my having a cat and a Exterminated, ex-ter-min-ated," said Benny,
broomstick, is there? she asked in a voice like the scratching his head, "why, to to drive out to
cawing of a crow, bringing her staff down with a -ah put an end to to to destroy utterly."
thump at the words "cat" and" broomstick." "What "I don't know what your book meaning is. I
are you skeered of ?" didn't get mine from books. I got it all the way
"Why, you're queer, you know," said Benny des- along--began to get it when I wasn't much bigger'n
perately. that little gell," said the Witch, pointing at Fanny with
Queer, queer ? piped the Witch; and then she her pipe. "I didn't know what it meant when I first
laughed, or had a dreadful convulsion, Benny couldn't heard it, but I know now. Hoo-oo-oo-oo!"
tell which, ending in a long, gurgling Hoo-oo-oo "I wish you'd tell us about it," said Benny. "Tell
on a very high key. Now, s'pose you tell me what us about beginning to learn it when you wa'n't much
is 't makes me queer," said she, sitting down on a bigger'n Pettikins."
log and extracting from the rags on her bosom a "That's when the colonel said we must move
pipe, which she prepared to smoke. west'ard," said the witch, laying her pipe down on
"Whew whistled Benny, wouldd take me from the log, leaning her elbows on her knees, and resting
now till Christmas ; I'd rather you'd tell me." her bony jaws in the palms of her hands. Injuns,
The crone lighted her pipe. The match flaring before they're exterminated, stick to their homes like
upon her wrinkled, copper-colored face and its gaunt other folks."
features made her hideous. Poor little Fanny, who "You ain't an Injun, be you!" gasped Benny,
ventured to peep out at this moment, sobbed louder, with a look and tone which expressed volumes 'of
and begged to go to her mother. The old woman consternation and disappointment at her utter failure
puffed away at her pipe, fixing her gaze upon the to come up to his ideal Indian. Why, she wasn't the
children, least bit like the pictures 1 She wasn't like the mag-





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niticent figures he had seen in front of the cigar I hid behind a big tree and watched it. When
stores in New Haven. Where were all her feathers I saw my father shot I started to go to him and a
and things--her red and yellow tunic, her gorgeous shot struck me. See there !" said she, pushing up
moccasins, her earrings and noserings and bracelets her coarse gray locks and showing a deeper, wider
and armlets and beads ? Why, she was ju-u-u-ust as seam than the creases and wrinkles on her face.
ragged and dirty! "A bullet grazed me hard and I was stunned and
All this and more Benny's tone expressed when he blinded with the blood, and couldn't run, but my
said: Why, you ain't an Injun, be you ?" people had to. They didn't any on 'em see or know
"Well, I was. I ain't nothing at all now. I ain't about me, I s'pose, and I laid there and sorter went
even a squaw, and they said they was going to make to sleep. Colonel Hammerton took a notion to pick
a Christian on me. I was a Chetonquin." me up when he rode over the ground he had soaked





















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ers, and beads, and moccasins, and rings. "Well, up and shaking her fists in the air.
what did you do when the colonel told you to go Benny liked that. Even Fanny gazed at the strange
West? creature with fascination. And when the Indian's
We had a fight." excitement abated and she ceased to mutter and chat-
That was satisfactory to Benny. "Which whip- ter to herself and sunk her face into her palms again,
ped ? he asked, with his own native briskness, as if gazing absently on the ground, Fanny pulled Benny's
this, now, was common ground, and he was ready to sleeve and whispered, Ask her what he did then,
talk at his ease. after he picked her up."
"Which a'most always whips ? It was a hard fight. "What did he do with you then ?" ventured Benny.
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BENNY'S WIG WAM.

The old woman started, and gazed at them curiously, 'Bijah had built wigwams for them in the wood, and
as if she had forgotten all about them, and had to re- he had greatly wished and entreated to be allowed to
call them out of the distant past. "What did who sleep all night in one. But he could not guess at the
do ? said she. longing of the aged to go back to the things dear and
"What did Colonel Hammerton do with you when familiar to them in childhood; he did not know that
he picked you up ? all the old Indian's days were spent in dreaming of
Oh, I didn't know who picked me up thought those things, and that she often wandered all night in
'twas some of my people, I s'pose. Colonel Hammer- the woods, fancying herself surrounded by the wig-
ton carried me off to the fort, and then took me to warns of her people searching anxiously for that
Washington: said he was going to make a Christian of her father. Though Benny could understand noth-
on me. I had to stay in houses sleep in houses !- ing of the pathetic sadness, he felt a strong desire to
like being nailed up in a box. Ugh what a misery offer consolation and cheer, and he said, can
'tis to be like white folks Hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! build wigwams. Me 'n 'Bijah'll make you a wig-
You wouldn't want to know all the racks and miseries warn "
and fights and grinds on it. I guess they got sick But the aged Chetonquin muttered to herself in a
on it themselves, for after I'd tried a many times to tuneless quaver, and shook her head doubtingly.
get away from houses, and been brought back, I tried "What! She don't believe it Benny exclaimed
again and they let me go, and I've been a-going ever to himself. Don't believe that 'Bi/ia can make
since. I asked for my people, and they told me they wigwams / We'll show her "
was exterminated, every one on 'em. Yes, I've been And he was so eager to be about it that he took
a-going ever since, but I can't go any more. I hope leave directly of his strange acquaintance, who seemed
they'll let me stay in these forests 'till the Great lost in reverie, and to have forgotten him entirely.
Spirit takes me away to my people. He can't find When Mr. and Mrs. Briggs heard Benny's story of
me in the houses, but if I keep out in the forest, I the poor Indian woman, their excellent hearts were
hope he'll find me soon. It's been a weary, long at once filled with compassion for so forlorn a creat-
time." ure. Mr. Briggs had very radical theories about equal
Are you two hundred years old ? asked Benny mercy and justice for each member of the human
softly. That's what folks say." race.
"Two hunderd? Hoo-co-oo-oo twohunderd ? I'm It isn't likely," he often said, "that some have
ten hundred, if I'm a day," said the poor old creat- a right to be in this world and others haven't; and
ure. But don't be afeard on me I hope there he immediately set himself to illustrate his theories
won't be anybody afeard on me here, for then they'd in the case of the Chetonquin.
be driving on me off, or shutting me up again some- Mrs. Briggs said there could be no doubt that she
where where the Great Spirit can't find me. Tell needed other things besides wigwams, which conjec-
your people not to be skeered on me-ask 'em to let ture was found to be sadly true upon investigation.
me stay here." An attempt was made to put this last of the Cheton-
The sad old eyes looked wistfully at Benny, whose quins into more comfortable quarters, but she received
generous heart took up the poor Indian's cause at the suggestion with dismay, and prayed so earnestly
once. to be left on the spot she seemed to think was like
"You can stay here fast enough," said he. "I her own native forest, that it was decided to make her
know who these woods belong to some o' my rela- as comfortable as possible there, since it was early
tions. There won't anybody be afraid of you. Me summer and no harm could come from exposure.
'n 'Bijah'll take care of you." When the weather was cold again, she would be glad
bless you!" said she. "I thought I'd got to the to be sheltered elsewhere. So Mr. and Mrs. Briggs,
right place when I got here-it looked like it-it Grandma Potter and 'Bijah, took care that she needed
felt like it. It seemed a'most as if I most expected nothing, and left her to be happy in her own way.
to see wigwams. A-h-h-h-h, if I could sleep in a wig- Her shattered mind, little by little, let go of every-
wam thing save the memories of her childhood. All the
Benny felt that he could sympathize with her in people of the neighboring region, old and young, came
that. He and the boys had played Indians and to understand and respect the sorrows of the poor





BENNY'S WIG WAM.

creature they had talked of as a witch. But the most cheeked, tired boys know. He dreamed he was the
friendly people seemed to disturb her to break in chief of a powerful tribe, and that he found old Win-
upon her dreams and children, especially, were not neenis, not old any longer, but a little girl like Fanny,
allowed to visit her. crying in the forest because she couldn't find her
Benny could not forego, however, the pleasure he way to her people, and that he took her by the hand
had promised himself, of getting 'Bijah to help him and led her home. Her shout of rapture when she
make a fine wigwam in the woods, and saying to old found herself once more with her people, wakened
Winneenis as she called herself "There what Benny, and he saw it was morning, and the shout he
d'ye call that? There's a wigwam for ye, 'n me 'n had heard instead of being that of little Winneenis,
'Bijah made it, too! was grandma's voice calling him to get up. He was
Benny might make as many wigwams as he pleased, rather disappointed to find he wasn't a powerful
Mr. Briggs said, but he was not to go near or disturb chief, but he consoled himself with the thought of
old Winneenis." his uncommonly fine wigwam, and hurried down
One extremity of the island was in the vicinity of stairs to see what time it was, for the boys were to
Grandma Potter's, and Benny passed a good many come on the early train, and he meant to go right
days of his vacation at Grandma's. One day Benny over to the woods with them.
said to 'Bijah, "Now you can make that wigwam, He had scarcely finished his breakfast when the
can't you, 'Bijah? You said you would when the hay boys arrived, and they all started for the woods in
was all in, and it is ail in, ain't it? Le's make it great glee. On the way, Benny told them the story
to-day over there in the woods, on the island. The of old Winneenis, and the boys were full of wonder,
boys are coming over to-morrow, and I want to have interest, and curiosity to see her.
it done before they get here. Say, will you, 'Bijah ?" Upon reaching the wigwam, they admired its out-
"Wal, I'd know but I can," said 'Bijah. side, agreed that nothing in that style of architecture
"I want a real one," said Benny, "life-size, just could surpass it.
like them you saw when you was out there to "And now," said Benny, "see how nice 'tis in-
Dakota- none o' your baby-houses." side," and he took a peep in himself. Why," whis-
'Bijah went up-stairs into the barn chamber, hum- pered he, drawing back, "she's here--she's here in
ming The Sweet By and By, and Benny accompa- the wigwam, sound asleep, and she looks awful glad.
nied him in doing both. 'Bijah opened an enormous Sh-sh "- with a warning shake of his finger-" we
chest and pulled out a lot of old buffalo and other mustn't disturb her; father said I mustn't. Le's go
robes, the worn-out and moth-eaten accumulation of away and wait till she wakes up."
years, not to say generations, and sitting down, took They each took a peep at the old Indian woman
out his jack-knife and ripped the ragged linings out and went away softly.
of several that were pretty well divested of their fur, They remained in sight of the wigwam, exhausting
and making a pile of skins, old horse blankets and every device for wearing away the time, and Joe's
lap rugs, he said, Now, then, sir, we'll have a wig- watch was frequently consulted. Time and patience
wam fit for old Black Hawk himself." wore away together.
And you may be sure 'Bijah was as good as his There," said Charlie, at last, "we've waited long
word. He got out old Tom and the wagon, and he enough; we ought to wake her up now."
and Benny and the skins and blankets all got in and It might make her crazy again to see such a lot
drove over to the woods on the island, and there of us, and I--I don't like to," said Benny. "I'll
'Bijah cut poles and made the finest wigwam ever go 'n ask 'Bijah what to do."
seen this side of the Rocky Mountains or the other They went and brought 'Bijah, who said he should
side either, for that matter. They spread blankets think likely she would want to sleep a spell, she must
on the ground inside, and Benny declared it wanted be pretty well beat out, pokin' around all night,
nothing but a few Indians and tomahawks and bows He'd heard her making them queer noises o' hern
and arrows lying round to make it look just like the -something like a hoarse kind o' Phoebe bird, it
picture in his g'ography. sounded, in the distance.
Benny's last thought was of his wigwam that night I shouldn't be surprised," he began, in a low tone,
as he slid off into the delicious sleep that only rosy- stooping and peering in at the wigwam; but, contrary





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to his words, he did look very much surprised indeed, moonlight, and to her longing, bewildered mind it
He stepped into the wigwam and touched the had probably seemed the wigwam of her father.
sleeper gently. Then he shook his head at the boys Who can ever know the joy, the feeling of peace, and
and motioned them away, and when he came out, rest, and relief, with which she laid her tired bones
they understood from his look, that old Winneenis down in it, and fell asleep, a care-free child once
was dead. more, and thus passed from its door into the happy
Wandering, as was her wont at night, she had hunting-grounds ? And Benny always felt glad the
come upon Benny's wigwam, standing in the clear wigwam had been built.







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ON THE WAY TO PRESCOTT.-CAMPED IN THE CACTI.


MY ARIZONA CLASS.

By MRS. JESSIE BENTON FREMONT.

I HAVE been asked to tell you, the young readers Four years make wonderful changes on our fron-
of WIDE AWAKE, something of my work in the tiers, and now one great railroad crosses it, and con-
schools of Arizona, but to begin let me disclaim this nects it with both oceans, and another, more to the
important naming of the simple thing it came in my north, is fast approaching the same result; but in
way to do for the one school of Prescott, the capital '78 there was not a mile of railroad within the Terri-
of Arizona. I was in no other town during my stay tory, and it was so isolated by difficulty of travel and
there. dangers, that with those living there it was the
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accepted phrase to speak of themselves as outside the from the low level of Yuma, and its one hundred
world, while going to California, or anywhere, was degrees to one hundred and thirty degrees of heat to
called "going inside." Even with government trans- the six thousand feet and keen, thin, cold air of Pres-
portation which we had, climate and natural obstacles cott, told on animals as well as people. There were
had to remain unchanged, while with the ordinary camp fires and lots of blankets, and I had a tent and
means, travel was a perfect nightmare of fatigue, the cushions of the ambulance, but one does not linger
discomforts and some dangers. on such beds.
From Yuma, where the railway travel ended, the Each morning we had had tea, everything was
distance to Prescott was only about two hundred and repacked, and our three ambulances ready for the word
to start, which was given at six.
It was a most interesting bit of travel, such as there
can be no need to make again, and I am sure you
S_ would like to hear, and I should like to tell you of it,
but when would we get to school ?
You cannot do justice to this school unless you
realize somewhat what made it so worthy of each
one's best aid. To you, schools, with all their
.. ', -' belongings buildings, teachers, scholars come in
the natural order of things, pretty much as the sea-
sons and their belongings, but here where the weary
work of emigration was followed by settlement in the
-midst of warlike Indians, where their nearest town
S was Los Angeles, in California, five hundred desert
Smiles away; where every necessity for work and com-
| Mf,',.. 'ii" *' fort, from a steam engine to a lemon, had to be hauled
in wagons with mule teams over these hot and almost
waterless lands it was against these depressing
influences that the Arizona settlers built up this
really fine public school. Beginning with one room
GEN. FREMONT, EX-GOV. OF ARIZONA. and six scholars, in five years it had reached its pres-
ent assured and excellent condition.
thirty miles (what we make in a morning between The building is not a thing of beauty. You would
New York and Washington), which the mail stage not hang a picture of it where the eye would be
made in forty-eight hours-more or less. This refreshed by its graceful proportions and the mind
" mail stage was an open buckboard with two horses, stirred by classic memories belonging with it, but no
On this were piled passengers, express matter and monument of Roman days represents Victory more
mails, and night or day no stop was made except for truly than does this homely, square-set brick building;
meals and to change horses, and, quite often, to be victory won by patient and brave women as well as by
robbed. This seemed to be accepted without resist- the men whose dangers of emigration and early settle-
ance; few men would not prefer giving up their ment they shared.
money rather than their lives. And to be wounded We thought it most admirable that a young con-
was terrible, where not a village or settlement, not munity with many uses for all its money should give
even a real farm broke the solitude, so largely for education. In its solid walls and com-
We were eight days on our way, but the experi- plete "outfit" (I like that expressive frontier-term)
ence that governed all preparations for the little this school would do honor to any of our larger towns.
journey gave us the luxury of comfort for such travel. We lived near by, and it was a recurring morning
We averaged only thirty miles a day, but this was good pleasure as the bell rang out from its belfry to look
travelling for mules which had to make the whole over towards the fort, and there, with military punctu-
distance unchanged and return immediately to Yuma. ality, was sure to appear coming over the rolling
And the variation of temperature and air as we rode ground the four-mule "school-ambulance," with its





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full load of the fort children," who swarmed down "We are Americans, and have no connection with
before it fairly drew up at the gate. In the enclosure that old world and its dead-and-gone kings and cruel
the town-children would be already forming in queens and wars."
line to the beat of a drum -a concession to one of You see, in place of the delightful, suggestive, ex-
the older lads who owned and loved his drum- planatory study which history should be made to the
but the ambulance and the drum gave still more the young, they had only been given those old husks and
idea of an army of progress. dry bones of dates, and battles, and lists of kings,
It was the duty of the Governor to inspect the and detached moth-eaten old anecdotes called Con-
schools, and we made together the first visit to this densed History," to be committed to memory only to
one. A broad hall separated the two very large be at once thrown out of a healthy young mind as
rooms for the younger classes such jolly, bright- not fitting in anywhere.
eyed, red-cheeked, clear-voiced little men and women, But it would be a whole book full if I began to
Americans, English, German, Mexicans, and mixed tell what it might be, what it had been made to me
- admirably taught and trained, and with the pleased even in my childhood, by my father, growing with
willingness to show-off of happy children at home. my growth, and expanding steadily into fresh interest
The large windows which looked out to beds of and comprehension.
granite mountains and pine-forests, let in sunshine It is impossible for young Americans to appreciate
and life-giving air, and this, with their good models their own form of government, faulty as its workings
in teachers, had given them the friendliness of well-
trained children -wearing enough from their num-
bers and tremendous vitality, but wonderfully credit- i
able in results.
On the second floor was the upper class. Perhaps .
forty young people from fourteen to twenty years of
age. This naturally was the more interesting class. :.
Here the examinations, especially in mathematics and
in applied physics, won the surprise and admiration of
the Governor. There was one lad who added to his ,
calculations swift, sure touches of mechanical draw-
ing (sinking shafts and other mining operations), and '
though he was but sixteen, he showed in every con-
clusive line and calculation that his subject had a .
living interest for him; and the intelligent looks of '
many of the girls as they followed him critically/'*L
proved their unusual knowledge in these branches.
Although I looked on politely, I comprehended but
dimly. To me sweet little Pet Marjorie's despair MRS. JESSIE BENTON FREMONT.
over figures is very real- "seven times seven is the
divil," she says, but seven times nine is more than must be often, unless they can know where it differs
flesh can bear." However, the General knew enough from those of other countries. We have an arrogant
for two, and when the history review came up he said, way of claiming as our own certain ideas which are
there, I was the authority, and so turned upon me the results of long effort in older countries, in which,
a battery of doubting, inquiring young eyes. Chil- though they might need and desire radical changes,
dren and dogs know who to trust." These children they had to go on bearing their ills, because any
paid me the compliment Ivalue sincerely, to take me change meant such disturbance of interests that to
into their regard, and from the first we made friends, reach good evil would have to come first.
The principal explained that history was not a We began with a clear field on many of these
favorite study with them; that they did not give much greater ideas.
time to it, as it was out of the line of more practical The one change in our institutions which we have
studies, etc., etc. And one of the elder girls said, made has taught us how sore the cost was. Think





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what obstacles time and usage have made in old But disrobed thoroughly, she was dressed anew in
countries, where what we call "wrongs" and "abuses" garments of entirely French make, and taken by
are remnants of past days, but now hardened into strangers into a country strange and unfriendly to
barriers which only revolutions can make a breach in. her.
Something of this I said as I turned over the un- We who look back can see close to this the last
interesting pages of the "History" given me to scene in that life.
examine them upon. Once more the French have taken from her every-
As I expected, its very incomplete teachings had thing that was hers; friends, husband, children ; even
left only unfair, vague ideas, her clothing. And we see the beautiful woman, "the
The young girl who had spoken of the past as not daughter of the Cmsars," borrowing a black gown of
necessary to us, was so bright and clever that she was woollen, from the jailer's wife, and making a bit of
worth making explanation to. I asked her why she muslin into the widow's cap with which to cover her
considered queens (as such) cruel, and she gave hair-still thick and young, but gray from agony;
fluently Catherine of Medici, and the massacre of St. the Queen of France, the daughter of the Empress of
Bartholomew, and Bloody" Mary (poor, unhappy Austria, sewing and making ready through the night
Mary i) and Catherine of Russia, and Marie Antoi- to go decently covered in the morning to have her
nette quite as though they.did not differ, head cut off. The hands Mozart had guided on the
I saw at once how I could interest her and make piano, in her happy girl-home, were tied behind her
her feel there were two sides to this, as to all things, back, and no way left her to steady herself as she was
Of course she knew, and believed -for was it not jolted in a springless cart over the cobble stones of
printed in a school-book ? that stupid story which old Paris to the guillotine.
has survived a century, and which is given as justify- Even her enemies admit that she met her impris-
ing the wrath of the suffering poor of Paris. You all onment, as well as her death, with quiet dignity and
know it. piety.
The Queen asks the cause of some tumult. Of this nothing was told. Nothing was said to
"Your Majesty, the people are ungovernable be- shew that long before her birth the cruel misrule of
cause they cannot get bread." France was creating the revolution which made her
What 1 No bread? Why do they not eat pastry, one of its victims. But that foolish story was there in
then ?" full, when a little knowledge exposes its foolishness.
On this I told them of Marie Antoinette in her Pate is not pastry, but dough. In Europe, where
own home, as Wraxall's and Mozart's memoirs and bread is so precious that governments regulate the
other such dispassionate early sources shew her; a baker's business, it is a serious matter to bake bread.
wholesome, frolicksome young girl, submissive even to In French and German countries, perhaps in others,
childishness to an unusually firm-natured mother who but there I have seen it, the floor of the bake-oven is
trained her and her sisters in womanly and simple lined with a layer of dough, made from inferior flour,
habits; for royal Austrian life always, to-day as in a carpet-dough, to moderate the heat and give to the
the day of Maria Theresa, is extraordinarily domestic loaves a golden, thick and brittle crust. This makes
and sensible, a coarse, unleavened flour-cake which is always given
At fifteen this young girl was married, or rather away to the very poor, and which has its established
given in exchange to France. She was merely the name, "Lla 1dte du pauvre."
seal on a contract, and no more care taken of her The Queen in her German home training must
feelings then nor for seven years after she reached have know this; her question if she ever asked it-
Paris, than if she had been just the wax of a State would shew knowledge of the care of the poor as well
seal. It is all painted in that scene on the island in as knowledge of how bread was baked:
that river of which one bank was German and one Is there nothing for the poor; not even the dough
French, and where she was met by her new attend- that lines the oven? (pas mime la fte?)"
ants, who parted her -forever- from every person Florence Nightingale says that a disappointment in
and even everything that had belonged with her Ger- love does not qualify a girl to become a hospital nurse.
man life. Not even a garment was left upon her that Nor does the marriage ceremony qualify even the
had come from her home. happiest girl to become a good housewife.





MY ARIZONA CLASS.

Queen as she was, Marie Antoinette knew more of Sometimes that altitude tells against one (we were
the dairy and of breadmaking than is thought needed over a mile up in the air). Bayard Taylor said the
to teach girls in most of our American homes, where stranger in Colorado is known by the blood-spots on
parents would seem to prevent the apprenticeship to his pocket handkerchief, and at certain seasons, most
practical life. persons feel this disturbed circulation and faint-
This bit of historical justice enlisted that real ness increased. But my class," as I liked and they
chivalry towards women of which our American men liked me to call them, were so heartily interested and
have so much, and made the lads
ready to go a crusade with me
through all time redressing
wrongs even if we did fight wind-
mills. And the girls adopted me
without further doubt.
We went home unexpectedly in-
terested by our morning, to be fol- --
lowed by the Principal, who came ---.
bringing the request and hope" of
the class, that I would come again
and "tell them more."
He combatted my objections,
which were chiefly my unwillingness r
to assume to help what was already
excellent in his work, and my
doubt of being of use to indifferent,
perhaps unwilling minds. With my I' 4
own set of young people, and their
young friends, I had my long-estab- I ti"14
lished post of story-teller, and the
history-talks during vacations, when
wet days made out-door amusements
wait, had proved the seed-time of
much after good in some lovely
homes where "your way is to be
followed, when my boys are old
enough," and in delightful grateful
letters to me from far countries 6' 'V
where the traveller now a bearded
man," felt at home from the talks of
past days in the still and beautiful
library.
But Mr. Sherman said that I had
roused a new interest and new per-
ceptions, and that if I would come THr MORNING DRUMI-CALL.
it would be a good influence in
many ways. And so it came about that except when so pleased with me for "taking the trouble," that
an illness of some weeks prevented, I was there almost when during the wind-season I sometimes reached
every Friday of the whole term. They arranged to them gasping and pale from the short climb of the
have the last hour, from two to three, free for me. hill, they were so concerned, and so unwilling I should
And the mutual interest and pleasure of it grew upon tire myself, that I think some better ideas went in
us so much that I let nothing interfere, those broken hours than when I was quite well.




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