• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Half Title
 The steamboat pier
 The baby, the man, and the...
 Matthew Vassar
 Lodloe undertakes to nominate his...
 The landlord and his inn
 The Greek scholar
 Rockmores ahead
 Miss Mayberry
 The preservation of literature
 Rose versus Mayberry
 Lanigan beam
 Lanigan changes his cravat
 Decrees of exile
 Backing out
 The baby is passed around
 Messrs. Beam and Lodloe decline...
 Bananas and oats
 Sweet peas
 The aroused rose
 An ingenuous maid
 Twisted trysts
 The blossom and the little jar
 Hammerstein
 Translations
 Mr. Tippengray mounts high
 Another squirrel in the tap-ro...
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Title: The Squirrel Inn
Series Title: Century series
Physical Description: viii, 222 p. : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Stockton, Frank Richard, 1834-1902
Frost, A.B ( Illustrator )
Century Company ( Publisher )
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Publisher: Century Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: De Vinne Press
Publication Date: 1891
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Scholars -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Steamboats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courtship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Weddings -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Marriage -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Husband and wife -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Landlords -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Hotels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1891
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: by Frank R. Stockton.
General Note: "Illustrated by A.B. Frost"--Cover.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
    Frontispiece
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Table of Contents
        Page v
        Page vi
    List of Illustrations
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Half Title
        Page ix
    The steamboat pier
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    The baby, the man, and the mastery
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Matthew Vassar
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Lodloe undertakes to nominate his successor
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    The landlord and his inn
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    The Greek scholar
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    Rockmores ahead
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Miss Mayberry
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    The preservation of literature
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Rose versus Mayberry
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Lanigan beam
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Lanigan changes his cravat
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
    Decrees of exile
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    Backing out
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
    The baby is passed around
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
    Messrs. Beam and Lodloe decline to wait for the second table
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
    Bananas and oats
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
    Sweet peas
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
    The aroused rose
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
        Page 156
    An ingenuous maid
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
    Twisted trysts
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
    The blossom and the little jar
        Page 175
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
        Page 180
    Hammerstein
        Page 181
        Page 182
        Page 183
        Page 184
        Page 185
        Page 186
        Page 187
        Page 188
        Page 189
        Page 190
        Page 191
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
        Page 195
        Page 196
    Translations
        Page 197
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
        Page 203
    Mr. Tippengray mounts high
        Page 204
        Page 205
        Page 206
        Page 207
        Page 208
        Page 209
        Page 210
        Page 211
        Page 212
    Another squirrel in the tap-room
        Page 213
        Page 214
        Page 215
        Page 216
        Page 217
        Page 218
        Page 219
        Page 220
        Page 221
        Page 222
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
Full Text




















































THE SQUIRREL INN.










THE SQUIRREL INN







BY
FRANK R. STOCKTON
AUTHOR OF RUDDER GRANGEE" '" Till LADY, OR
THE TIGER?" THE LATE MIRS. NULL," THE CASTLVG
AWAY OF MIRS. LECKS AND AIRS. ALESHIE," 7HE
MERRY CHA4NTER," THE HUGTDREDTH MAI-V," ETC.





















NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1891












































COPYRIGHT, 1891,
BY FRANK R. STOCKTON.

All rights reserved.





























THE DE VINNE PRESS.
















CONTENTS


PAGE
I THE STEAMBOAT PIER 1
II THE BABY, THE MAN, AND THE MASTERY 7
III MATTHEW VASSAR 16
IV LODLOE UNDERTAKES TO NOMINATE HIS SUC-
CESSOR 25
V THE LANDLORD AND HIS INN 32
VI THE GREEK SCHOLAR 40
VII ROCKMORES AHEAD 47
VIII Miss MAYBERRY 56
IX THE PRESERVATION OF LITERATURE 61
X ROSE VERSUS MAYBERRY 68
XI LANIGAN BEAM 78
XII LANIGAN CHANGES HIS CRAVAT 90
XIII DECREES OF EXILE 96
XIV BACKING OUT 101
XV THE BABY IS PASSED AROUND 110
XVI MESSRS. BEAM AND LODLOE DECLINE TO WAIT
FOR THE SECOND TABLE 119
XVII BANANAS AND OATS 132
XVIII SWEET PEAS 138
v






vi CONTENTS.
PAGE
XIX THE AROUSED ROSE 149
XX AN INGENUOUS MAID 157
XXI TWISTED TRYSTS 163
XXII THE BLOSSOM AND THE LITTLE JAR 175
XXIII HAMMERSTEIN 181
XXIV TRANSLATIONS 197
XXV MR. TIPPENGRAY MOUNTS HIGH 204
XXVI ANOTHER SQUIRREL IN THE TAP-ROOM 213















LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


PAGE
THE SQUIRREL INN FRONTISPIECE
ON DECK 11
A WAGON-LOAD OF NURSE-MAIDS 28
STEPHEN BETTER 33
THE SIGN 38
A GREEK IN AN OUTHOUSE 42
MR. TIPPENGRAY 44
"I SUPPOSE THIS IS MRS. CRISTIE" 49
LODLOE IS INTRODUCED TO STEPHEN BETTER 53
"PASSING NEARER, MR. TIPPENGRAY STOPPED" 65
"TEACH THE OLD HENS GOOD MANNERS" 76
"DON'T GET EXCITED" 80
"HAVE YOU HAPPENED TO HEAR ANYBODY SPEAK
OF ME ? 83
"I AM HERE FOR A PURPOSE" 92
IDA MAKES HERSELF COMFORTABLE 102
" BACK 108
"HE BEGAN SLOWLY TO PUSH IT TOWARDS THE
SQUIRREL INN" 112
"I WILL WHEEL IT DOWN TO MY SUMMER-HOUSE
WHERE IT IS COOL AND SHADY" 113
vii







viii LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE
"HE LEANED OVER THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CAR-
RIAGE 118
CALTHY, THIS IS TRULY LIKE OLD TIMES" 129
"WILL YOU NOT TAKE THESE INSTEAD? 143
"I HAVE DISSECTED ONE" 147
MRS. CRISTIE CONSIDERS 153
A MATRIMONIAL CONVERSATION 160
CALTHEA HOLDS HIM WITH HER LISTENING EAR 165
THE BABY AND THE SWEET-PEA BLOSSOM 179
Miss CALTHEA STEPS OUT 187
WHAT SKEERED HIM ? 191
MR. TIPPENGRAY STOPPED AND LISTENED 192
THE TRANSLATION 198
THE PROPOSAL 206
MR. BETTER TAKES OFF HIS HAT 209
LANIGAN BEAM WANTS HIS LADDER 210




















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I

THE STEAMBOAT PIER


HIE -i.eamboat Manasquan was adver-
tised to leave her pier on the east
S side of the city at half-past nine
Ij on a July morning. At nine
ii o'clock Walter Lodloe was on
the forward upper deck, watch-
ing the early passengers come on board, and occasion-
ally smiling as his glance fell upon a tall man in a
blue flannel shirt, who, with a number of other deck-
hands, was hard at work transferring from the pier
to the steamer the boxes, barrels, and bales of mer-
chandise the discouraging mass of which was on the
point of being increased by the unloading of a newly
arrived two-horse truck.
Lodloe had good reason to allow himself his smiles
of satisfaction, for he had just achieved a victory
over the man in the blue shirt, and a victory over a







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busy deck-hand on a hot day is rare enough to be
valuable. As soon as he had stepped on board, he
had deposited his hand-baggage in a place of safety,
and walked forward to see the men run on the freight.
It was a lively scene, and being a student of incident,
character, and all that sort of thing, it greatly inter-
ested him. Standing by a strangely marked cask
which had excited his curiosity, he found himself in
the way of the deck-hand in the blue shirt, who, with
red face and sparkling forehead, had just wheeled
two heavy boxes up the incline of the gang-plank,
and was about to roll them with easy rapidity to the
other side of the deck; but Lodloe, with his back
turned and directly in front of him, made it neces-
sary for him to make a violent swerve to the right
or to break the legs of a passenger. He made the
swerve, missed Lodloe, and then, dumping his load,
turned and swore at the young man with the prompt-
ness and accuracy of a cow-boy's revolver.
It was quite natural that a high-spirited young fel-
low should object to be sworn at, no matter what
provocation he had given, and Lodloe not only ob-
jected but grew very angry. The thing which instantly
suggested itself to him, and which to most people
would seem the proper thing to do, was to knock
down the man. But this knocking-down business is
a matter which should be approached with great
caution. Walter was a strong young fellow and had
had some practice in boxing, but it was not impossi-
ble that, even with the backing of justifiable indigna-
tion, the conventional blow straight from the shoulder
might have failed to fell the tall deck-hand.







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But even had Lodloe succeeded in stretching the
insulting man upon the dirty deck, it is not at all
probable that he would have staid there. In five
seconds there would have been a great fight, and it
would not have been long-before the young gentle-
man would have found himself in the custody of a
policeman.
Lodloe's common sense was capable of considerable
tension without giving way, even under a strain like
this, and, although pale with anger, he would not
engage in a personal contest with a deck-hand on a
crowded steamboat; but to bear the insult was almost
impossible. Never before had he been subjected to
such violent abuse.
But in a flash he remembered something, and the
man had scarcely turned his empty truck to go back
to the pier, when Lodloe stepped in front of him, and
with a wave of the hand stopped him.
Two nights before Lodloe had been sitting up late
reading some papers on modern Italian history, and
in the course of said reading had met with the text
of the anathema maranatha pronounced by Pius IX.
against disbelievers in his infallibility. The direct-
ness, force, and comprehensiveness of the expressions
used in this composition made a deep impression upon
Lodloe, and as it was not very long he had committed
it to memory, thinking that he might some time care
to use it in quotation. Now it flashed upon him that
the time had come to quote this anathema maranatha,
and without hesitation he delivered the whole of it,
fair and square, straight into the face of the petrified
deck-hand.






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Petrified immediately lie was not. As first he flushed
furiously, but after a few phrases he began to pale
and to turn to living stone; enough mobility, how-
ever, remained to allow him presently to raise his
hand imploringly, but Lodloe had now nearly finished
his discourse, and with a few words more he turned
and walked away. The deck-hand wiped his brow, took
in a long breath, and went to work. If another pas-
senger had got in his way, he would not have sworn
at him.
Therefore it was that, gently pleased by the sensa-
tions of victory, Walter Lodloe sat on the upper deck
and watched the busy scene. He soon noted that
passengers were beginning to come down the pier in
considerable numbers, and among these his eye was
caught by a young woman wheeling a baby-carriage.
When this little equipage had been pushed down
nearly to the end of that side of the pier from which
the passengers were going on board, it stopped, and
its motive power looked behind her. Presently she
turned her head towards the steamer and eagerly
scanned every part of it on which she could see
human beings. In doing this she exhibited to Lod-
loe a very attractive face. It was young enough, it
was round enough, and the brown eyes were large
enough, to suit almost any one whose taste was not
restricted to the lines of the old sculptors.
When she completed her survey of the steamboat,
the young woman turned the carriage around and
wheeled it up the pier. Very soon, however, she re-
turned, walking rapidly, and ran the little vehicle
over the broad gang-plank on to the steamboat. Now







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Lodloe lost sight of her, but in about five minutes
she appeared on the forward upper deck without the
baby-carriage, and looking eagerly here and there.
Not finding what she sought, she hastily descended.
The next act in this performance was the appear-
ance of the baby-carriage, borne by the blue-shirted
deck-hand, and followed by the young woman carry-
ing the baby. The carriage was humbly set down by
its bearer, who departed without looking to the right
or left, and the baby was quickly deposited in it.
Then the young woman stepped to the rail and looked
anxiously upon the pier. As Lodloe gazed upon her
it was easy to see that she was greatly troubled.
She was expecting some one who did not come. Now
she went to the head of the stairway and went down
a few steps, then she came up again and stood un-
decided. Her eyes now fell upon Lodloe, who was
looking at her, and she immediately approached him.
Can you tell me, sir," she said, exactly how long
it will be before this boat starts ? "
Lodloe drew out his watch.
"In eight minutes," he answered.
If Lodloe had allowed himself to suppose that
because the young woman who addressed him was in
sole charge of a baby-carriage she was a nurse or
superior maid-servant, that notion would have in-
stantly vanished when he heard her speak.
The lady turned a quick glance towards the pier,
and then moved to the head of the stairway, but
stopped before reaching it. It was plain that she was
in much perplexity. Lodloe stepped quickly towards
her.







6 THE SQUIRREL INN.

Madam," said he, you are looking for some one.
Can I help you?"
"I am," she said; "I am looking for my nurse-
maid. She promised to meet me on the pier. I can-
not imagine what has become of her."
"Let me go and find her," said Lodloe. "What
sort of person is she ?"
"She is n't any sort of person in particular," an-
swered the lady. "I could n't describe her. I will run
down and look for her myself, and if you will kindly
see that nobody knocks over my baby I shall be much
obliged to you."
Lodloe instantly undertook the charge, and the lady
disappeared below.
















THE BABY, THE MAN, AND THE MASTERY


HE young man drew the baby-car-
riage to the bench by the rail and,
seating himself, gazed with interest
T upon its youthful occupant. This
individual appeared to be about two
years of age, with its mother's eyes
and a combative disposition. The latter was indi-
cated by the manner in which it banged its own legs
and the sides of its carriage with a wicker bludgeon
that had once been a rattle. It looked earnestly at
the young man, and gave the edges of its carriage a
whack which knocked the bludgeon out of its hand.
Lodloe picked up the weapon, and, restoring it to its
owner, began to commune with himself.
"It is the same old story," he thought. "The
mother desires to be rid of the infant; she leaves it for
a moment in the charge of a stranger; she is never
seen again. However, I accept the situation. If she
does n't come back this baby is mine. It seems like
a good sort of baby, and I think I shall like it. Yes,
youngster, if your mother does n't come back you are
mine. I shall not pass you over to the police or to
any one else; I shall run you myself."







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It was now half-past nine. Lodloe arose and
looked out over the pier. He could see nothing of
the young mother. The freight was all on board,
and they were hauling up the forward gang-plank.
One or two belated passengers were hurrying along
the pier; the bell was ringing; now the passengers
were on board, the aft gang-plank was hauled in, the
hawsers were cast off from the posts, the pilot's bell
jingled, the wheels began to revolve, and the great
steamboat slowly moved from its pier.
I knew it," said Lodloe, unconsciously speaking
aloud; "she had n't the slightest idea of coming
back. Now, then," said he, I own a baby, and I
must consider what I am to do with it. One thing is
certain, I intend to keep it. I believe I can get more
solid comfort and fun out of a baby than I could
possibly get out of a dog or even a horse."
Walter Lodloe was a young man who had adopted
literature as a profession. Earlier in life he had
worked at journalism, but for the last two years he
had devoted himself almost entirely to literature pure
and simple. His rewards, so far, had been slight, but
he was not in the least discouraged, and hoped bravely
for better things. He was now on his way to spend
some months at a quiet country place of which
he had heard, not for a summer holiday, but to work
where he could live cheaply and enjoy outdoor life.
His profession made him more independent than an
artist-all he needed were writing materials, and a
post-office within a reasonable distance.
Lodloe gazed with much satisfaction at his new
acquisition. He was no stickler for conventionalities,







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and did not in the least object to appear at his desti-
nation- where he knew no one with a baby and a
carriage.
I '11 get some country girl to take care of it when
I am busy," he said, "and the rest of the time I '11
attend to it myself. I '11 teach it a lot of things,
and from what I have seen of youngster-culture I
should n't wonder if I should beat the record."
At this moment the baby gave a great wave with
its empty rattle, and, losing its hold upon it, the
wicker weapon went overboard. Then, after feeling
about in its lap, and peering over the side of the
carriage, the baby began to whimper.
"Now then," thought the young man, "here 's my
chance. I must begin instantly to teach it that I am
its master."
Leaning forward, he looked sternly into the child's
face, and in a sharp, quick tone said:
"Whoa!"
The baby stopped instantly, and stared at its new
guardian.
"There," thought Lodloe, it is just the same with
a baby as with a horse. Be firm, be decided; it knows
what you want, and it will do it."
At this instant the-baby opened its mouth, uttered
a wild wail, and continued wailing.
Lodloe laughed. "That did n't seem to work,"
said he; and to quiet the little creature he agitated
the vehicle, shook before the child his keys, and
showed it his watch, but the wails went on with per-
sistent violence. The baby's face became red, its eyes
dropped tears.






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The young man looked around him for assistance.
The forward upper deck was without an awning, and
was occupied only by a few men, the majority of the
passengers preferring the spacious and shaded after
deck. Two of the men were laughing at Lodloe.
That's a new way," one of them called out to him,
"to shut up a young one. Did it ever work ?"
"It didn't this time," answered Lodloe. "Have
you any young ones ? "
Five," answered the man.
"And how do you stop them when they howl like
that?"
I leave that to the old woman," was the answer,
"and when she 's heard enough of it she spanks
'em."
Lodloe shook his head. That method did not suit
him.
"If you'd run its wagon round the deck," said
another man, perhaps that would stop it. I guess
you was never left alone with it before."
Lodloe made no reply to this supposition, but began
to wheel the carriage around the deck. Still the baby
yelled and kicked. An elderly gentleman who had
been reading a book went below.
"If you could feed it," said one of the men who
had spoken before, "that might stop it, but the best
thing you can do is to take it down to its mother."
Lodloe was annoyed. He had not yet arranged in
his mind how he should account for his possession of
the baby, and he did not want an explanation forced
upon him before he was ready to make it. These
men had come on board after the departure of the

















































ON DECK.







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young woman, and could know nothing of the facts,
and therefore Lodloe, speaking from a high, figura-
tive standpoint, settled the matter by shaking his
head and saying:
"That can't be done. The little thing has lost its
mother."
The man who had last spoken looked compassion-
ately at Lodloe.
That 's a hard case," he said; I know all about
it, for I 've been in that boat myself. My wife died
just as I was going to sail for this country, and I had
to bring over the two babies. I was as seasick as
blazes, and had to take care of 'em night and day. I
tell you, sir, you 've got a hard time ahead of you;
but feeding' 's the only thing. I '11 get you something.
Is it on milk yet, or can it eat biscuit ?"
Lodloe looked at the open mouth of the vociferous
infant and saw teeth.
"Biscuit will do," he said, or perhaps a banana.
If you can get me something of the sort I shall be
much obliged"; and he gave the man some money.
The messenger soon returned with an assortment
of refreshments, among which, happily, was not a
banana, and the baby soon stopped wailing to suck an
enormous stick of striped candy. Quiet having been
restored to this part of the vessel, Lodloe sat down
to reconsider the situation.
"It may be," he said to himself, "that I shall have
to take it to an asylum, but I shall let it stay there
only during the period of unintelligent howling. When
it is old enough to understand that I am its master,
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suppose that a human being cannot be as easily
trained as a horse."
The more he considered the situation the better he
liked it. The possession of a healthy and vigorous
youngster without encumbrances was to him a novel
and delightful sensation.
"I hope," he said to himself, "that when the coun-
try girl dresses it she will find no label on its clothes,
nor any sign which might enable one to discover the
original owners. I don't want anybody coming up to
claim it after we 've got to be regular chums."
When the boat made its first landing the two men
who had given advice and assistance to Lodloe got off,
and as the sun rose higher the forward deck became
so unpleasantly warm that nearly everybody left it;
but Lodloe concluded to remain. The little carriage
had a top, which sufficiently shaded the baby, and as
for himself he was used to the sun. If he went among
the other passengers they might ask him questions,
and he was not prepared for these. What he wanted
was to be let alone until he reached his landing-place,
and then he would run his baby-carriage ashore, and
when the steamboat had passed on he would be mas-
ter of the situation, and could assume what position
he chose towards his new possession.
When I get the little bouncer to Squirrel Inn I
shall be all right, but I must have the relationship
defined before I arrive there." And to the planning
and determination of that he now gave his mind.
He had not decided whether he should create an
imaginary mother who had died young, consider him-
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lost at sea, or adopt the little creature as a brother
or a sister, as the case might be, when the subject
of his reflections laid down its stick of candy and
began a violent outcry against circumstances in
general.
Lodloe's first impulse was to throw it overboard.
Repressing this natural instinct, he endeavored to
quiet the infantile turbulence with offers of biscuit,
fresh candy, gingercakes, and apples, but without
effect. The young bewailer would have nothing to
do with any of these enticements.
Lodloe was puzzled. "I have got to keep the thing
quiet until we land," he thought; then I will imme-
diately hire some one to go with me and take charge
of it, but I can't stand this uproar for two hours
longer." The crying attracted the attention of other
people, and presently a country woman appeared
from below.
"What is the matter with it?" she asked. "I
thought it was some child left here all by itself."
"What would you do with it?" asked Lodloe,
helplessly.
"You ought to take it up and walk it about until
its mother comes," said the woman; and having given
this advice she returned below to quiet one of her
own offspring who had been started off by the sounds
of woe.
Lodloe smiled at the idea of carrying the baby
about untilits mother came; but he was willing to do
the thing in moderation, and taking up the child
resolutely, if not skilfully, he began to stride up and
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This suited the youngster perfectly, and it ceased
crying and began to look about with great interest.
It actually smiled into the young man's face, and
taking hold of his mustache began to use it as a door-
bell.
"This is capital," said Lodloe; "we are chums
already." And as he strode he whistled, talked baby-
talk, and snapped his fingers in the face of the ad-
miring youngster, who slapped at him, and laughed,
and did its best to kick off the bosom of his shirt.


















MATTHEW VASSAR


N the course of this sociable prome-
nade the steamboat stopped at a
small town, and it had scarcely
started again when the baby gave a
squirm which nearly threw it out of
its bearer's arms. At the same in-
stant he heard quick steps behind him, and, turning,
he beheld the mother of the child. At the sight his
heart fell. Gone were his plans, his hopes, his little
chum.
The young woman was flushed and panting.
Upon my word!" was all she could say as she
clasped the child, whose little arms stretched out
towards her. She seated herself upon the nearest
bench. In a few moments she looked from her baby
to Lodloe; she had not quite recovered her breath,
and her face was flushed, but in her eyes and on her
mouth and dimpled cheeks there was an expression
of intense delight mingled with amusement.
"Will you tell me, sir," she said, "how long you
have been carrying this baby about ? And did you
have to take care of it ?"







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Lodloe did not feel in a very good humor. By
not imposing upon him, as he thought she had done,
she had deceived and disappointed him.
Of course I took care of it," he said, as you left
it in my charge; and it gave me a lot of trouble, I
assure you. For a time it kicked up a dreadful row.
I had the advice of professionals, but I did all the
work myself."
"I am very sorry," she said, "but it does seem ex-
tremely funny that it should have happened so. What
did you think had become of me ?"
"I supposed you had gone off to whatever place
you wanted to go to," said Lodloe.
She looked at him in amazement.
"Do you mean to say," she exclaimed, "that you
thought I wanted to get rid of my baby, and to palm
him off on you an utter stranger ?"
That is exactly what I thought," he answered.
"Of course, people who want to get rid of babies
don't palm them off on friends and acquaintances. I
am very sorry if I misjudged you, but I think you
will admit that, under the circumstances, my suppo-
sition was a very natural one."
"Tell me one more thing," she said; "what did
you intend to do with this child ?"
I intended to bring it up as my own," said Lodloe;
"I had already formed plans for its education."
The lady looked at him in speechless amazement.
If she had known him she would have burst out
laughing.
The way of it was this," she said presently. I ran
off the steamboat to look for my nurse-maid, and if I







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had n't thought of first searching through the other
parts of the boat to see if she was on board I should
have had plenty of time. I found her waiting for me
at the entrance of the pier, and when I ran towards
her all she had to say was that she had made up her
mind not to go into the country. I was so excited,
and so angry at her for playing such a trick on me
at the last moment, that I forgot how time was pass-
ing, and that is why I was left behind. But it never
entered my mind that any one would think that I
intended to desert my baby, and I did n't feel afraid
either that he would n't be taken care of. I had seen
ever so many women on board, and some with babies
of their own, and I did not doubt that some of these
would take charge of him.
"As soon as I saw that the steamboat had gone,
I jumped into a cab, and went to the West Bank
Railroad, and took the first train for Scurry, where I
knew the steamboat stopped. The ticket agent told
me he thought the train would get there about forty
minutes before the boat; but it did n't, and I had to
run every inch of the way from the station to the
wharf, and then barely got there in time."
"You managed matters very well," said Lodloe.
"I should have managed better," said she, "if I
had taken my baby ashore with me. In that case, I
should have remained in the city until I secured
another maid. But why did you trouble yourself
with the child, especially when he cried?"
Madam," said Lodloe, you left that little crea-
ture in my charge, and it never entered my mind to
hand it over to anybody else. I took advice, as I told







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you, but that was all I wanted of any one until I
went ashore, and then I intended to hire a country
girl to act as its nurse."
And you really and positively intended to keep it
for your own?" she asked.
"I did," he answered.
At this the lady could not help laughing. "In all
my life," she said, "I never heard of anything like
that. But I am just as much obliged to you, sir, as
if I were acquainted with you; in fact, more so."
Lodloe took out his card and handed it to her.
She read it, and then said:
"I am Mrs. Robert Cristie of Philadelphia. And
now I will take my baby to the other end of the boat,
where it is more sheltered, but not without thanking
you most heartily for your very great kindness."
"If you are going aft," said Lodloe, "let me help
you. If you will take the baby, I will bring its
carriage."
In a few minutes the mother and child were en-
sconced in a shady spot on the lower deck, and then
Lodloe, lifting his hat, remarked:
As I suppose two people cannot become con-
ventionally acquainted without the intervention of
a third person, no matter how little each may know
of said third party, I must take my leave; but allow
me to say that, if you require any further assistance,
I shall be most happy to give it. I shall be on the
boat until we reach Romney."
That is where I get off," she said.
Indeed," said he; then perhaps you will engage
the country girl whom I intended to hire."







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"Do you know any one living there," she asked,
"who would come to me as nurse-maid ?"
I don't know a soul in Romney," said Lodloe; I
never was in the place in my life. I merely supposed
that in a little town like that there were girls to be
hired. I don't intend to remain in Romney, to be
sure, but I thought it would be much safer to engage
a girl there than to trust to getting one in the country
place to which I am going."
"And you thought out all that, and about my
baby ?" said Mrs. Cristie.
"Yes, I did," said Lodloe, laughing.
"Very well," said she; "I shall avail myself of
your forethought, and shall try to get a girl in Rom-
ney. Where do you go when you leave there ?"
Oh, I am going some five or six miles from the
town, to a place called the Squirrel Inn.'"
"The Squirrel Inn !" exclaimed Mrs. Cristie, drop-
ping her hands into her lap and leaning forward.
"Yes," said Lodloe; "are you going there?"
"I am," she answered.
Now in his heart Walter Lodloe blessed his guar-
dian angel that she had prompted him to make the
announcement of his destination before he knew
where this lady was going.
I am very glad to hear that," he said. It seems
odd that we should happen to be going to the same
place, and yet it is not so very odd, after all, for peo-
ple going to the Squirrel Inn must take this boat and
land at Romney, which is not on the railroad."
The odd part of it is that so few people go to the
Squirrel Inn," said the lady.







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I did not know that," remarked Lodloe; in fact
I know very little about the place. I have heard it
spoken of, and it seems to be just the quiet, restful
place in which I can work. I am a literary man, and
like to work in the country."
Do you know the Rockmores of Germantown?"
asked Mrs. Cristie.
I never heard of them," he answered.
Well, then, you may as well stay on board this
steamboat and go back home in her," said Mrs. Cris-
tie; if you do not know the Rockmores of German-
town Stephen Petter will not take you into his inn.
I know all about the place. I was there with my
husband three years ago. Mr. Petter is very partic-
ular about the guests he entertains. Several years
ago, when he opened the inn, the Rockmores of Ger-
mantown spent the summer with him, and he was so
impressed with them that he will not take anybody
unless they know the Rockmores of Germantown."
He must be a ridiculous old crank," said Lodloe,
drawing a camp-chair near to the lady, and seating
himself thereon.
"In one way he is not a crank," said Mrs. Cristie;
'you can't turn him. When he has made up his
mind about anything, that matter is settled and fixed
just as if it were screwed down to the floor."
From what I had been told," said the young man,
"I supposed the Squirrel Inn to be a free and easy
place."
It is, after you get there," said Mrs. Cristie, and
the situation and the surroundings are beautiful, and
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Cristie of the navy. He was in bad health when he
went to the Squirrel Inn, but the air did him good,
and if we had staid all winter, as Stephen Petter
wanted us to, it would have been a great advantage
to him. But when the weather grew cool we went to
New York, where my husband died early in the fol-
lowing December."
I will take my chances with Stephen Petter," said
Lodloe, after a suitable pause. "I am going to the
Squirrel Inn, and I am bound to stay there. There
must be some road not through Germantown by
which a fellow can get into the favor of Mr. Petter.
Perhaps you will say a good word for me, madam ?"
I don't know any good word to say," she answered,
" except that you take excellent care of babies, and I
am not at all sure that that would have any weight
with Stephen Petter. Since you are going to the
inn, and since we have already talked together so
much, I wish I did properly know you. Did you
ever have a sister at Vassar ?"
"I am sorry to say," said Lodloe, "that I never had
a sister at that college, though I have one who wanted
very much to go there; but instead of that she went
with an aunt to Europe, where she married."
"An American ?" asked Mrs. Cristie.
"Yes," said Lodloe.
"What was his name ?"
"Tredwell."
"I never heard of him," said the lady. There
don't seem to be any threads to take hold of."
Perhaps you had a brother at Princeton," re-
marked Lodloe.







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"I have no brother," said she.
There was now a pause in the dialogue. The young
man was well pleased that this very interesting
young woman wished to know him properly, as she
put it, and if there could be found the least bit of
foundation on which might be built a conventional
acquaintance he was determined to find it.
Were you a Vassar girl ?" he asked.
Oh, yes," said Mrs. Cristie; "I was there four
years."
"Perhaps you know something of old Matthew
Vassar, the founder?"
Mrs. Cristie laughed. "I 've heard enough about
him, you may be sure; but what has he to do with
anything"?"
"I once slept in his room," said Lodloe; "in the
Founder's Room, with all his stiff old furniture, and
his books, and his portrait."
"You!" cried Mrs. Cristie. "When did you do
that? "
"It was two years ago this spring," said Lodloe.
"I was up there getting material for an article on
the college which I wrote for the 'Bayside Maga-
zine.' "
"Did you write that?" said Mrs. Cristie. "I read
it, and it was just as full of mistakes as it could be."
"That may be, and I don't wonder at it," said the
young man. "I kept on taking in material until I
had a good deal more than I could properly stow
away in my mind, and it got to be too late for me to
go back to the town, and they had to put me into the
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crowded. Before I went to bed I examined all the
things in the room. I did n't sleep well at all, for
during the night the old gentleman got down out of
his frame, and sat on the side of my bed, and told
me a lot of things about that college which nobody
else ever knew, I am sure."
"And I suppose you mixed up all that information
with what the college people gave you," she said.
That may be the case," answered Lodloe, laugh-
ing, "for some of the old gentleman's points were
very interesting and made a deep impression upon
me."
Well," said Mrs. Cristie, speaking very emphat-
ically, "when I had finished reading that article I
very much wished to meet the person who had writ-
ten it, so that I might tell him what I thought of it;
but of course I had no idea that the founder had any-
thing to do with its inaccuracies."
"Madam," said Lodloe, "if it had not been for the
mistakes in it you never would have thought of the
man who wrote the paper, but you did think of him,
and wanted to meet him. Now it seems to me that
we have been quite properly introduced to each other,
and it was old Matthew Vassar who did it. I am sure
I am very much obliged to him."
Mrs. Cristie laughed. "I don't know what the
social authorities would say to such an introduction,"
she answered, but as baby is asleep I shall take him
into the saloon."

















LODLOE UNDERTAKES TO NOMINATE HIS SUCCESSOR

T was late in the afternoon when the
Romney passengers were landed,
and Mrs. Cristie and Lodloe, with a
few other persons, repaired to the
village hotel.
IM There is a sort of stage-wagon,"
said the lady, "which takes people from this house
to the Squirrel Inn, and it starts when the driver is
ready; but before I leave Romney I must try to find
some one who will go with me as nurse-maid."
Madam," said Lodloe, don't think of it. I have
made inquiries of the landlord, and he says the roads
are rough, and that it will take more than an hour to
reach the Squirrel Inn, so that if you do not start now
I fear you and the baby will not get there before dark.
I prefer to stay here to-night, and it will be no trou-
ble at all for me to look up a suitable person for you,
and to take her with me to-morrow. It will be a
good plan to take four or five of them, and when you
have selected the one you like best the others can
come back here in the wagon. It will be a lark for
them."







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* Mrs. Cristie drew a long breath. Truly," she
said, "your proposition is phenomenal. Half a dozen
nurse-maids in a wagon, from whom I am to pick and
choose! The thing is so startling and novel that I
am inclined to accept. I should very much dislike to
be on the road after dark, and if you have planned
to stay here to-night, and if it will not be much
trouble "
Say not another word," cried Lodloe; project
your mind into to-morrow morning, and behold a
wagon-load of willing maidens at the door of the
inn."
When Mrs. Cristie and the baby and an elderly
woman who lived in Lethbury, a village two miles
beyond the Squirrel Inn, had started on their journey,
Walter Lodloe set about the task he had undertaken.
It was still hot, and the Romney streets were dusty,
and after an hour or two of inquiry, walking, and
waiting for people who had been sent for, Lodloe
found that in the whole village there was not a female
from thirteen to seventy-three who would think of
such a thing as leaving her home to become nurse-
maid to a city lady. He went to bed that night a
good deal chagrined, and not in the least knowing
what he was going to do about it.
In the morning, however, the thing to do rose clear
and plain before him.
"I can't go to her and tell her I 've failed," he said
to himself. A maid must be got, and I have under-
taken to get one. As there is nobody to be had here,
I must go back to the city for one. There are plenty
of them there."







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So when the early morning boat came along he
took passage for the nearest railroad station on the
river, for he wished to lose no time on that trip.
The elderly lady who was going to Lethbury took
a great interest in Mrs. Cristie, who was to be her
only fellow-passenger. She was at the hotel with her
carpet-bag and her paper bundle some time before
the big spring-wagon was ready to start, and she
gave earnest attention to the loading thereon of Mrs.
Cristie's trunk and the baby-carriage. When they
were on their way the elderly woman promptly began
the conversation:
"I think," said she to Mrs. Cristie, "that I've seed
you before."
Perhaps so," said the other; I was in this region
three years ago."
"Yes, yes," said the elder woman; "I thought I
was right. Then you had a husband and no child. It
now looks as if you had a child and no husband."
Mrs. Cristie informed her that her surmise was
correct.
"Well, well," said the elderly woman ; I've had
'em both, and it's hard to say which can be spared
best, but as we've got nothing' to do with the sparin'
of 'em, we've got ter rest satisfied. After all, they're
a good deal like lilock bushes, both of 'em. They
may be cut down, and grubbed up, and a parsley bed
made on the spot, but some day they sprout up ag'in,
and before you know it you've got just as big a bush
as ever. Does Stephen Petter know you're coming? "
Oh, yes," said Mrs. Cristie, quite willing to change
the subject; all that is arranged. I was so pleased





























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A WAGON-LOAD OF NURSE-MAIDS.






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with the place when I was here before, and Mrs.
Petter was so good to me, that I quite long to spend
a summer there with my child."
"Well, I 'm glad he knows you are coming but if
he did n't, I was goin' ter say to you that you'd better
go on to Lethbury, and then see what you could do
with Stephen to-morrow. It's no use stopping' at his
house without giving' notice, and like as not it ain't no
use then."
"Is Mr. Petter's house filled?" asked Mrs. Cristie.
"Filled! said the elderly woman. There 's
nobody on the place but his own family and the
Greek."
Greek!" exclaimed Mrs. Cristie.
Yes," said the other; "he keeps a Greek in an
outhouse, but what for nobody knows. I think
Stephen Petter is getting' more oncommon than he
was. If he wants to get custom for his house the
best thing he can do is to die. There ain't no other
way, for Stephen 's not goin' to do no changing' of
himself. My niece, Calthea Rose, the daughter of
Daniel Rose, who used to keep the store,- she keeps
it now herself,- goes over there a good deal, for she's
wonderful partial to Susan Petter, and there 's a good
reason for it too, for a better woman never lived, and
the walk over there is mostly shady, or through the
fields, to both of which Calthea is partial, and so she
knows most things that 's goin' on at the Squirrel
Inn, which latterly has not been much, except the
coming' of the Greek; an' as nobody has been able to
get at the bottom of that business, that is n't much,
neither."







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I think I remember Miss Calthea Rose," said Mrs.
Cristie. She was tall, was n't she, with a very fair
complexion "
"Yes," said the elderly woman; "and it 's just as
fair now as it was then. Some of it 's owin' to sun-
bonnet, and some of it to cold cream. Calthea is n't
as young as she was, but she 's wonderful lively on
her feet yit, and there ain't many that could get ahead
of her walking' or bargaining. "
"And she keeps the store ?" asked Mrs. Cristie.
"Yes," said the other; "she keeps it, and in more
ways than one. You see, when Dan'el died-and that
was two years ago last March -he left everything to
Calthea, and the store with the rest. Before he died
he told her what he had done, and advised her to sell
out the stock, and put the money into something' that
would pay good interest, and this she agreed to do,
and this she is doing now. She would n't consent to
no auction, for she knew well enough the things
would n't bring more 'n half they cost, so she under-
took herself to sell 'em all out at retail, just as her
father intended they should be sold when he bought
'em. Well, it 's took her a long while, and, in the
opinion of most folks, it '11 take her a long while yit.
You see she don't lay in no new goods, but just keeps
on selling' or trying' to sell what she 's got on hand.
"It was purty easy to get rid of the groceries, and
the iron and wooden things got themselves sold some
way or other; but old dry-goods, with never any new
ones to lighten 'em up, is about as humdrum as old
people without youngsters in the family. Now it
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and sees nothing' but old calicoes, and some other
odds and ends, getting' mustier and dustier and a little
more fly-specked every time, and never a new thing,
even so much as a spool of cotton thread, then persons
is n't likely to go often into that store, specially when
there 's a new one in the village that keeps up to the
times.
"Now that 's Calthea Rose's way of doin' business.
She undertook to sell out them goods, and she 's
going' to keep on till she does it. She is willing' to sell
some of the worst-lookin' things at cost, but not a
cent below that, for if she does, she loses money, and
that is n't Calthea Rose. I guess, all put together, she
has n't sold more 'n ten dollars' worth of goods this
year, and most of them was took by the Greek, though
what he wants with 'em is more 'n I know."
I am sorry to hear that there are no guests at the
Squirrel Inn," was Mrs. Cristie's only reply to this
information.
Oh, you need n't give yourself no trouble about
loneliness and that sort of thing," said the elderly
woman; "before to-morrow night the whole house
may be crowded from cockloft to potato-cellar. It
never has been yit, but there's no tellin' what Stephen
Petter has a-brewin' in his mind."
















THE LANDLORD AND HIS INN

TEPHEN BETTER was a man of
middle age, who had been born on a
farm, and who, apparently, had been
destined to farm a farm. But at
the age of thirty, having come into
or 0 a moderate inheritance, he devoted
himself more to the business of cultivating himself
and less to that of cultivating his fields.
He was a man who had built himself up out of
books. His regular education had been limited, but
he was an industrious reader, and from the characters
of this and that author he had conceived an idea of
a sort of man which pleased his fancy, and to make
himself this sort of man he had given a great deal
of study and a great deal of hard labor. The result
was that he had shaped himself into something like
an old-fashioned country clergyman, without his
education, his manners, his religion, or his clothes.
Imperfect similitudes of these Stephen Petter had
acquired, but this was as far as he had gone. A well-
read man who happened also to be a good judge of
human nature could have traced back every obvious
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author of the last century or the first half of this
one.
It was rather odd that a man like this should be
the landlord of an inn. But everything about Stephen
Petter was odd, so ten years before he had conceived


STEPHEN BETTER.


the notion that such a man as he would like to be
would be entirely unwilling to live in the little village
of Lethbury, where he had no opportunity of exer-
cising an influence upon his fellow-beings. Such an
influence he thought it fit to exercise, and as he was
not qualified to be a clergyman, or a physician, or a
lawyer, he resolved to keep a tavern. This vocation
would bring him into contact with fellow-beings; it
would give him opportunities to control, impel, and
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Stephen Petter did not for a moment think of buy-
ing the Lethbury "Hotel," nor of establishing such a
house as was demanded by the village. What he had
read about houses of entertainment gave him no such
motives as these. Fortunately he had an opportunity
of carrying out his plan according to the notions he
had imbibed from his books.
Some years before Stephen Petter had decided
upon his vocation, a rich gentleman had built himself
a country-seat about two miles out of Lethbury. This
house and its handsome grounds were the talk and
the admiration of the neighborhood. But the owner
had not occupied his country-home a whole summer
before he determined to make a still more attractive
home of it by lighting it with a new-fashioned gas of
domestic manufacture. He succeeded in lighting not
only his house but the whole country-side, for one
moonless night his mansion was burned to the ground.
Nothing was left of the house but the foundations,
and on these the owner felt no desire to build again.
He departed from the Lethbury neighborhood and
never came back.
When Mr. Petter became impressed with the belief
that it would be a good thing for him to be an inn-
keeper, he also became impressed with the belief that
the situation which the rich man had chosen for his
country-home would be an admirable one for his pur-
poses. He accordingly bought the property at a very
reasonable price, and on the stone foundations of the
house which had been burned he built his inn.
This edifice was constructed very much as he had
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part of it were made up from the descriptions in one
of his books, and those of another part from the
descriptions or pictures in some other book. Portions
of the structure were colonial, others were old Eng-
lish, and others again suggested the Swiss chalet or
a chateau in Normandy. There was a tall tower and
there were some little towers. There were peaks here
and there, and different kinds of slopes to the various
roofs, some of which were thatched, some shingled in
fanciful ways, and some covered with long strips or
slabs. There were a good many doors and a good
many windows, and these were of different forms,
sizes, and periods, some of them jutting boldly out-
ward, and some appearing anxious to shrink out of
sight.
It took a great deal of thought and a good deal of
labor to build this house; which was also true of Mr.
Petter's character. But the first-named work was the
more difficult of the two, for in building up himself
he consulted with no one, while in planning his inn
he met with all sorts of opposition from the village
workmen and builders.
But at the cost of all the time that was needed and
all the money he could spare, he had his house built
as he wanted it; and when it was finished it seemed
to exhibit a trace of nearly everything a house should
possess excepting chronology and paint. Mr. Petter
had selected with a great deal of care the various
woods of which his house was built, and he decidedly
objected to conceal their hues and texture by monoto-
nous paint. The descriptions that he had read of
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The interior was not in the least monotonous. The
floors of the rooms, even in the same story, were
seldom upon the same level; sometimes one entered
a room from a hallway by an ascent of two or three
steps, while access to others was obtained by going
down some steps. The inside was subordinated in a
great degree to the outside : if there happened to be
a pretty window like something Mr. Petter had seen
in an engraving, a room of suitable shape and size
was constructed behind the window. Stairways were
placed where they were needed, but they were not
allowed to interfere with the shapes of rooms or hall-
ways; if there happened to be no other good place
for them they were put on the outside of the house.
Some of these stairways were wide, some narrow,
and some winding; and as those on the outside were
generally covered they increased the opportunities
for queer windows and perplexing projections. The
upper room of the tower was reached by a staircase
from the outside, which opened into a little garden
fenced off from the rest of the grounds, so that a
person might occupy this room without having any
communication with the other people in the house.
In one of the back wings of the building there was
a room which was more peculiar than any other, from
the fact that there was no entrance to it whatever,
unless one climbed into it by means of a ladder
placed at one of its windows. This room, which was
of fair size and well lighted, was in the second story,
but it appeared to be of greater height on account of
the descent of the ground at the back of the inn. It
had been constructed because the shape of that part







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of the building called for a room, and a stairway to
it had been omitted for the reason that if one had
been built in the inside of the house it would have
spoiled the shape of the room below, and there seemed
no good way of putting one on the outside. So when
the room was finished and floored the workmen came
out of it through one of the windows, and Stephen
Petter reserved his decision in regard to a door and
stairway until the apartment should be needed. The
grounds around the Squirrel Inn were interesting
and attractive, and with them Stephen Petter had
interfered very little. The rich man had planned
beautiful surroundings for his country-home, and
during many years nature had labored steadily to
carry out his plans. There were grassy stretches and
slopes, great trees, and terraces covered with tangled
masses of vines and flowers. The house stood on a
bluff, and on one side could be seen a wide view of
a lovely valley, with the two steeples of Lethbury
showing above the treetops.
Back of the house, and sweeping around between
it and the public road, was a far-reaching extent of
woodland; and through this, for the distance of half
a mile, wound the shaded lane which led from the
highway to the Squirrel Inn.
At the point at which this lane was entered from
the highroad was the sign of the inn. This was a tall
post with a small square frame hanging from a trans-
verse beam, and seated on the lower strip of the frame
was a large stuffed gray squirrel. Every spring Ste-
phen Petter took down this squirrel and put up a new
one. The old squirrels were fastened up side by side






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on a ledge in the taproom, and by counting them one
could find out how many years the inn had been kept.
Directly below the bluff on which the house stood
were Stephen Petter's grassy meadows and his fields
of grain and corn, and in the rich pastures, or in the
















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little stream that ran down from the woodlands,
might be seen his flocks and his herds. By nature
he was a very good farmer, and his agricultural
method he had not derived from his books. There
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were people who said-and among these Calthea
Rose expressed herself rather better than the others
-that Mr. Better's farm kept him, while he kept the
Squirrel Inn.
When it had become known that the Squirrel Inn
was ready to receive guests, people came from here
and there; not very many of them, but among them
were the Rockmores of Germantown. This large
family, so it appeared to Stephen Petter, was com-
posed of the kind of fellow-beings with whom he wished
to associate. Their manners and ways seemed to him
the manners and ways of the people he liked to read
about, and he regarded them with admiration and
respect. He soon discovered from their conversation
that they were connected or acquainted with leading
families in our principal Eastern cities, and it became
his hope that he and his Squirrel Inn might become
connected with these leading families by means of the
Rockmores of Germantown.
As this high-classed family liked variety in their
summer outings, they did not come again to the
Squirrel Inn, but the effect of their influence re-
mained strong upon its landlord. He made up his
mind that those persons who did not know the Rock-
mores of Germantown did not move in those circles
of society from which he wished to obtain his guests,
and therefore he drew a line which excluded all
persons who did not possess this acquaintanceship.
This rule was very effectual in preventing the
crowding of his house, and, indeed, there were sum-
mers when he had no guests at all; but this did not
move Stephen Petter. Better an empty house than
people outside the pale of good society.

















THE GREEK SCHOLAR


RS. CRISTIE and her baby were
warmly welcomed by Stephen Pet-
|- ter and his wife. They had learned
during her former visit to like this
lady for herself, and now that she
came to them a widow their senti-
ments towards her were warmer than ever.
Mrs. Petter wondered very much why she had come
without a maid, but fearing that perhaps the poor
lady's circumstances were not what they had been
she forbore to ask any immediate questions. But in
her heart she resolved that, if she kept her health and
strength, Mrs. Cristie should not be worn out by that
child.
The young widow was charmed to find herself once
more at the Squirrel Inn, for it had been more like a
home to her than any place in which she had lived
since her marriage, but when she went to her room
that night there was a certain depression on her
spirits. This was caused by the expected advent on
the next day of Mr. Lodloe and a wagon-load of can-
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The whole affair annoyed her. In the first place it
was.very awkward to have this young man engaged in
this service for her; and now that he was engaged
in it, it would be, in a manner, under her auspices that
he would arrive at the Squirrel Inn. The more she
thought of the matter the more it annoyed her. She
now saw that she must announce the coming of this
gentleman. It would not do for him to make a totally
unexpected appearance as her agent in the nurse-maid
business.
But no worry of this sort could keep her awake
very long, and after a night of sound and healthful
sleep she told her host and hostess, the next morning
at breakfast, of the Mr. Lodloe who had kindly under-
taken to bring her a nurse-maid.
"Lodloe," repeated Mr. Petter. "It strikes me that
I have heard the Rockmores mention that name. Is
it a Germantown f nibI .'"
I really do not know," answered Mrs. Cristie; "he
is from New York."
Here she stopped. She was of a frank and truth-
ful nature, and very much wished to say that she
knew nothing whatever of Mr. Lodloe, but she was
also of a kindly and grateful disposition, and she very
well knew that such a-remark would be an extremely
detrimental one to the young man; so, being in doubt,
she resolved to play trumps, and in cases like this
silence is generally trumps.
Mrs. Petter had a mind which could project itself
with the rapidity of light into the regions of possibili-
ties, and if the possibilities appeared to her desirable
her mind moved at even greater velocity. It was







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plain to her that there must be something between this
young widow and the young man who was going to
bring her a nurse-maid; and if this were the case,


A GREEK IN AN OUTHOUSE.


nothing must be allowed to interfere with the admis-
sion of said young man as a guest at the Squirrel Inn.







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Mrs. Cristie did not want to talk any more on this
subject. Nothing would have pleased her better at
that moment than to hear that Mr. Lodloe had been
unable to find her a suitable girl and that business
had called him to New York.
Mr. Petter," she exclaimed, "I was told yesterday
that you kept a Greek in an outhouse. What on
earth does that mean?"
Here Mrs. Petter laughed abruptly, and Mr. Petter
slightly lifted his brow.
"Who could have told you such nonsense?" he
said. "There is no Greek here. It is true that a
Greek scholar lives in my summer-house, but that is
very different from keeping a Greek in an outhouse."
"And he 's always late to breakfast," said Mrs.
Petter; I believe if we sat down at the table at nine
o'clock he would come in just as we were finishing."
"How does it happen," said Mrs. Cristie, that he
lives in the summer-house?"
"He does not know the Rockmores of German-
town," said Mrs. Petter.
"He is a man of learning," remarked Stephen Pet-
ter, with a fine mind; and although I have made a
rule which is intended to keep up the reputation of
this house to a desirable level, I do not intend, if I
can help it, that my rules shall press pinchingly,
oppressively, or irritatively upon estimable persons.
Such a person is Mr. Tippengray, our Greek scholar;
and although his social relations are not exactly up
to the mark, he is not a man who should be denied
the privileges of this house, so far as they can be
conscientiously given him. So you see, Mrs. Cristie,






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that, although I could not take him into the inn,
there was no reason why I should not fit up the sum-
mer-house for him, which I did, and I believe he likes
it better than living in the house with us."
Like it!" exclaimed Mrs. Petter; "I should say
he did like it. I believe it would drive him crazy if
he had to keep regular hours like other people; but
here he is now. Hester, bring in some hot cakes.
Mrs. Cristie, allow me to introduce Mr. Tippengray."
The appearance of the Greek scholar surprised Mrs.
Cristie. She had expected to see a man in thread-
bare black, with a reserved and bowed demeanor.




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MR. TIPPENGRAY.

Instead of this, she saw a bright little gentleman in
neat summer clothes, with a large blue cravat tied
sailor fashion. He was not a young man, although
his hair being light the few portions of it which had
turned gray were not conspicuous. He was a man
who was inclined to listen and to observe rather than
who was inclined to listen and to observe rather than







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to talk, but when he had anything to say he popped
it out very briskly.
Mr. Petter, having finished his breakfast, excused
himself and retired, and Mrs. Petter remarked to Mr.
Tippengray that she was sorry he had not taken his
evening meal with them the day before.
"I took such a long walk," said the Greek scholar,
"that I concluded to sup in Lethbury."
"Those Lethbury people usually take tea at five,"
said his hostess.
But I 'm not a Lethbury person," said he, and I
took my tea at seven."
Mrs. Petter looked at him with twinkles in her
eyes.
"Of course you went to the hotel," she said.
Mr. Tippengray looked at her with twinkles in his
eyes.
"Madam," said he, "have you noticed that those
large blue-jays that were here in the spring have al-
most entirely disappeared. I remember you used to
object to their shrill pipes."
Which is as much as to say," said Mrs. Petter, you
don't care to mention where you took tea yesterday."
Madam," said Mr. Tippengray, the pleasure of
taking breakfast here to-day effaces the memory of
all former meals."
The truth of it is," said Mrs. Petter to Mrs. Cris-
tie, when they had left the table, Calthea Rose gave
him his tea, and he don't want to say so. She 's
mightily taken with him, for he is a fine-minded man,
and it is n't often she gets the chance of keeping
company with that kind of a man. I don't know







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whether he likes her liking or not, but he don't care
to talk about it."
Her first day at the Squirrel Inn was not altogether
a pleasant one for Bertha Cristie. In spite of the
much-proffered service of Mrs. Petter the care of her
baby hampered her a good deal; and notwithstanding
the delights of her surroundings her mind was en-
tirely too much occupied with wondering when Mr.
Lodloe would arrive with his wagon-load of girls, and
what she would have to say to him and about him
when he did arrive.







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ROCKMIORES AHEAD


ST was late in the afternoon of the day
After Mrs. Cristie reached the Squir-
rel Inn that she slowly trundled the
little carriage containing the baby
towards the end of the bluff be-
,neath which stretched the fair pas-
tures where were feeding Mr. Better's flocks and
herds. All day she had been looking for the arrival
of the young man who had promised to bring her
some candidates for the position of child's nurse, and
now she was beginning to believe that she might as
well cease to expect him. It was an odd sort of
service for a comparative stranger voluntarily to
undertake, and it would not be at all surprising if he
had failed in his efforts or had given up his idea of
coming to the Squirrel Inn.
Having philosophized a little on the subject, and
having succeeded in assuring herself that after all
the matter was of no great importance, and that she
should have attended to it herself, and must do it
the next day, she was surprised to find how glad
she was when, turning, she saw emerging from the
woodland road a one-horse wagon with Mr. Lodloe
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sitting by the driver, and a female figure on the
back seat.
The latter proved to be a young person who at a
considerable distance looked about fourteen years
old, although on a nearer and more careful view she
would pass for twenty, or thereabouts. She wore a
round straw hat with a white ribbon, and a light-
colored summer suit with a broad belt, which held
a large bunch of yellow flowers with brown centers.
She had a cheerful, pleasant countenance, and large
brown eyes which seemed to observe everything.
As the wagon approached, Mrs. Cristie rapidly
pushed her baby-carriage towards the house. Before
she reached it the young girl had jumped to the
ground, and was advancing towards her.
"I suppose this is Mrs. Cristie," said the newcomer.
"I am Ida Mayberry"; and she held out her hand.
Without a word Mrs. Cristie shook hands with the
nurse-maid.
I think," said the latter, before we have any talk
I would better go to my room and freshen myself up
a little. I am covered with dust"; and then she
turned to the driver of the wagon and gave him
directions in regard to a medium-sized trunk, a large
flat box, and several long packages tied up in brown
muslin, which had been strapped to the back of the
wagon. When these had been taken into the inn, she
followed them.
As Mr. Lodloe approached Mrs. Cristie, hat in
hand, she exclaimed in a tone which she was not in
the habit of using to comparative strangers, in which
category sober reflection would certainly have placed
the gentleman:




















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"Will you please to tell me what is the meaning of
this ? Who is that girl, and where did she come from ?"
"Madam," said Lodloe, in a deprecatory tone, "I
can scarcely pick up the courage to say so, but that
is the nurse-maid."
And you brought her to me ?" exclaimed Mrs.
Cristie.
"I did," he answered.
"Did you get her in Romney?"
"No," said Lodloe; "there was n't a girl of any
sort or kind to be had there. I was obliged to go to
New York for one."
To New York!" cried the astonished Mrs. Cristie.
"Madam," said Lodloe, "let me propose that we
retire a little from the house. Perhaps her room may
be somewhere above us."
And the two having walked a short distance over
the lawn, he continued:
"I really believe that I have done a very foolish
thing, but having promised to do you a service I
greatly disliked not to keep my word. I could find no
one in Romney, and of course the only way to get you
a girl was to go to New York; and so I went there.
My idea was to apply to one of those establishments
where there are always lots of maids of all grades,
and bring one to you. That was the way the matter
appeared to me, and it seemed simple enough. On the
ferryboat I met Mrs. Waltham, a lady I know very
well, who is a member of the Monday Morning Club,
and a great promoter of college annexes for girls, and
all that sort of thing; and when I asked her advice
about the best intelligence office, she told me to keep







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away from all of them, and to go instead to a teachers'
agency, of which she gave me the address, where she
said I would be almost sure to find some teacher who
wanted occupation during the holidays."
A teacher!" cried Mrs. Cristie.
"Yes," said Lodloe; and you may be sure that I
was as much surprised as you are. But Mrs. Wal-
tham assured me that a great many women teachers
found it necessary to make money during the sum-
mer, and were glad to do anything, just as college
students wait at hotels. The more she talked about
it the more she got interested in it, and the matter
resulted in her going to the agency with me. Mrs.
Waltham is a heavy swell in educational circles, and
as she selected this girl herself I said not a word about
it, except to hurry up matters so that the girl and I
could start on an early afternoon train."
"Never in my life!" ejaculated Mrs. Cristic.
"Madam," interrupted Lodloe, I beg you not to
say what you intended. It is impossible for you to
feel as badly about it as I do. Just to think of it
stuns me. Did you see her baggage ? She has come
to stay all summer. There is no earthly reason to
think she will suit you. I don't suppose she ever saw
a baby."
Mrs. Cristie's mind was still filled with surprise
and vexation, but she could not help laughing at
Mr. Lodloe's comical contrition.
"I will see her presently," she said; "but in the
mean time what are you going to do ? There is Mr.
Petter standing in the doorway waiting for your
approach, and he will ask you a lot of questions."







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"About the Germantown family, I suppose," said
Lodloe.
"Yes," said Mrs. Cristie; "that will be one of
them."
"Well, I don't know them," said Lodloe, "and
that 's the end of it."
"By no means," said the lady, quickly; "Mr. Pet-
ter has on his most impressive air. You must go and
talk to him, and it will not do to sneer at the Rock-
mores."
If it is absolutely necessary to have credentials in
order to secure quarters here," said Lodloe, "I don't
see what is to be done about it."
Come with me," said Mrs. Cristie, quickly; "you
have put yourself to a great deal of trouble for me,
and I will see what I can do for you."
When Walter Lodloe and Mr. Petter had been
formally introduced to each other, the brow of the
latter bore marks of increased trouble and uncer-
tainty. From the confidential aspect of the interview
between Mrs. Cristie and the young man, the landlord
of the inn had begun to suspect what his wife had
suspected, and it galled his spirit to think of putting
his usual test question to this friend of Mrs. Cristie.
But he was a man of principle, and he did not
flinch.
"Are you from Philadelphia, sir," he asked, "or its
vicinity ?"
No," said Lodloe; I am from New York."
A great many Philadelphia people," continued the
landlord, or those from its vicinity, are well known
in New York, and in fact move in leading circles












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there. Are you acquainted, sir, with the Rockmores
of Germantown ?"
Mrs. Petter now appeared in the doorway, her face
clouded. If Mrs. Cristie had known the Rockmores
she would have hastened to give Mr. Lodloe such
advantages as an acquaintance in the second degree
might afford. But she had never met any member
of that family, the valuable connection being entirely
on the side of her late husband.
"I did not know," said Lodloe, "that you required
credentials of respectability, or I might have brought
a lot of letters."
"One from Matthew Vassar?" said Mrs. Cristie,
unable to resist her opportunity.
"Were you acquainted with Matthew Vassar ?"
interpolated Mrs. Petter with energetic interest. He
was a great and good man, and his friends ought to
be good enough for anybody. Now put it to yourself,
Stephen. Don't you think that the friends of Mat-
thew Vassar, the founder of that celebrated college,
known all over the world, a man who even after his
day and generation is doing so much good, are
worthy to be accommodated in this house?"
Mr. Petter contracted his brows, looked upon the
ground, and interlaced his fingers in front of him.
"The late Mr. Matthew Vassar," said he, "was
truly a benefactor to his kind, and a man worthy of
all respect; but when we come to consider the way
in which the leading circles of society are made up-"
Don't consider it at all," cried Mrs. Petter. If this
gentleman is a friend of Mrs. Cristie, and is backed
up by Matthew Vassar, you cannot turn him away.







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If you want to get round the Rockmores you can
treat him just as you treat Mr. Tippengray. Let him
have the top room of the tower, which, I am sure, is
as pleasant as can be, especially in warm weather,
and then he will have his own stairs to himself, and
can come in and go out just as Mr. Tippengray does,
without ever considering whether the Squirrel Inn is
open or shut. As for eating, that 's a different matter.
People can eat in a place without living there. That
was all settled when we took Mr. Tippengray."
An expression of decided relief passed over the face
of Mr. Petter.
It is true," he said, that in the case of Mr. Tip-
pengray we made an exception to our rule-"
"That's so," interrupted Mrs. Petter; "and as I
have heard that exceptions prove a rule, the more of
them we have the better. And if the top room suits
Mr. Lodloe, I'11 have it made ready for him without
waiting another minute."
Mr. Lodloe declared that any room into which the
good lady might choose to put him would suit him
perfectly; and that matter was settled.
















VIII


MISS MAYBERRY


BOUT five minutes after Walter Lod-
loe had departed for his loft cham-
ber Miss Ida Mayberry made her
appearance in the front doorway.
She had changed her dress, and
looked very bright and fresh.
"Is n't this a pretty place?" she said, approaching
Mrs. Cristie. "I think I shall like it ever so much.
And that is your baby ? Is it a boy or a girl?"
A boy," was the answer.
And his name ? "
Douglas."
"I like that sort of name," remarked Miss May-
berry; "it is sensible and distinctive. And now I
wish you would tell me exactly what you want me
to do."
Mrs. Cristic spoke nervously.
Really," said she, "I am afraid that there has been
a mistake. I want an ordinary nurse-maid, and Mr.
Lodloe could not have understood-"
Oh, don't trouble yourself about that," said the
other. "I understand perfectly. You will find me
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quite practical. What I don't know I can learn. My
mental powers need a change of channel, and if I can
give them this change, and at the same time make
some money, I am sure I ought to be satisfied."
"But it seems to me," said Mrs. Cristie, that one
who is by profession a teacher would scarcely-"
"Perhaps not, years ago," interrupted the other;
"but things are different now. Look at all the young
college fellows who work during vacation, and we are
beginning to do it, too. Now you will find me just
as practical as anybody. Nine months in the year I
teach,-moral and mental philosophy are my special
branches,-and during vacation I am not going to
wear out my brain in a summer school, nor empty
my purse by lounging about in idleness. Now what
could be better than for me to come to a perfectly
lovely place like this, which I fancy more and more
every minute, and take care of a nice little child,
which, I am sure, will be a pleasure in itself, and give
me a lot of time to read besides? However, I wish
you to understand, Mrs. Cristie, that I am never
going to neglect the baby for the sake of study or
reading."
But have you thought seriously of the position in
which this would place you?"
"Oh, yes," was the answer; "but that is a disad-
vantage that has to be accepted, and I don't mind it.
Of course I would n't go to anybody and everybody,
but when a lady is recommended by a friend of Mrs.
Waltham's, I would n't hesitate to make an engage-
ment with her. As to salary, I will take whatever
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will not make the slightest difference because I am a
teacher. Is that bell for supper?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Cristie; "and perhaps you have
not yet reflected that my nurse-maid must take care
of my baby while I am at my meals."
That is precisely and exactly what she is going to
do. Go in to your supper, and I will push him about
until you come out again. Then you can show me
how to put him to bed."
Is n't she coming in ?" asked Mrs. Better, looking
out of the window as she took her seat at the table.
Of course not," said Mrs. Cristie, in a tone which
was intended to make an impression on Mr. Lodloe;
"my maids do not eat with me."
"But, goodnessfulme!" said Mrs. Petter, "you
can't look upon that sort of a young woman as a ser-
vant. Why, I put her in one of the best rooms;
though of course that does n't make any difference so
long as there is nobody else to take it. I wonder if
we could n't find some sort of a girl to take care of
the baby while she comes to her meals."
At this even Stephen Petter smiled. He was pleased
that one of his guests should have a servant of such
high degree. It was like a noble lady in waiting upon
a queen.
"She shall be entertained," he said, "according to
her station. There need be no fear about that."
Upon my word," exclaimed Mrs. Petter, "if here
is n't Mr. Tippengray! Well, sir, I don't know when
I've seen you on hand at regular meal-time."
"Perhaps it is a little out of the common," said the
Greek scholar; but, after all," he continued, looking







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out of the window, "it appears I am not the last one
to come in." And then, glancing around the table,
he asked, "Am I taking her place ?"
"Oh, no, sir," said Mrs. Cristie; "that is my
maid."
Mr. Tippengray again looked out of the window;
then he helped himself to butter, and said:
"Have you ever noticed, Mrs. Petter, that the pre-
vailing style in wild flowers seems to vary every
year? It changes just like our fashions, though of
course there are always a few old fogies among blos-
soming weeds, as well as among clothes-wearers."
The next morning Walter Lodloe came to Mrs.
Cristie on the lawn.
I have been waiting for some time," he said, "in
order to tell you that I am ready at any moment to
repair the unpardonable blunder that I made yester-
day, and to escort back to New York the very unsuit-
able young woman whom I forced upon you."
Oh, you need not think of doing anything of that
kind," said Mrs. Cristie; the young person is per-
fectly satisfied with the situation, and intends to
stay. She gives me no possible excuse to tell her
that she will not suit me, for she takes hold of things
exactly as if she remembered what people did for her
when she was a baby. She does n't know everything,
but she intends to; that is plain enough. At present
she is washing one of baby's frocks with my savon de
rose, because she declares that the soap they gave her
in the kitchen contains enough lye to corrode the
fibers of the fabric."
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Oh, she will suit; she intends to suit; and I have
nothing to say except that I feel very much as I sup-
pose you would feel if you had a college president to
brush your coat."
"My spirits rise," said Lodloe; I begin to believe
that I have not made so much of a blunder after all.
When you can get it, there is nothing like blooded
service."
But you do not want too much blood," said Mrs.
Cristie. "I wish she had not studied at Bryn Mawr,
for I think she pities me for having graduated at
Vassar. But still she says I must call her Ida, and
that gives me courage."
There then followed a contention in which Lodloe
was worsted about his expenses in the nurse-maid
affair, and, this matter being settled, the young man
declared that having shown what an extremely un-
desirable person he was to work for others, he must
go and attend to his own work.
"What sort of work do you do?" asked Mrs.
Cristie.
"I write," he answered-" novels, stories, fiction in
general."
"I know that," said she, "having read your Vassar
article; but I do not think I have met with any of
your avowed stories."
Madam," said Walter Lodloe, there are so many
people in this world, and so few of them have read
my stories, it is no wonder that you belong to the
larger class. But, satirize my Vassar article as you
please, I shall never cease to be grateful to it for my
tower room in the Squirrel Inn."

















THE PRESERVATION OF LITERATURE

ALTER LODLOE set out to go to
his work, and on his way to the
little garden at the foot of the
staircase which led to his room in
the tower he saw the Greek scholar
sitting on a bench outside his sum-
mer-house smoking a large cigar.
"Good morning, sir," said Mr. Tippengray; "do
you smoke ?"
The tone of these words implied not only a ques-
tion but an invitation, in case the young man did
smoke, to sit down on that bench and do it. Lodloe
understood the force of the remark, and, drawing
out a cigar, took a seat by Mr. Tippengray.
Before I go to my work," said the latter, "it is
my habit to sit here and enjoy the scenery and a few
puffs. I suppose when you come to a place like this
you throw work to the winds."
Oh, no !" said Lodloe; I am a literary man, and
I came here to write."
"Very glad to hear it," said the other; very glad
that that tower room is to have the right sort of
occupant. If I had not this summer-house, I should







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want that room; but I am afraid, however, if I had
it, I should look out of the window a great deal and
translate a very little."
"What do you translate?" asked Lodloe, with
interest.
"At present," said Mr. Tippengray, "I am engaged
in translating into Greek some of the standard works
of our modern literature. There is no knowing what
may happen to our modern languages. In the course
of a few centuries they may become as useless to the
readers of that day as the English of Chaucer is to
the ordinary reader of our time; but Greek will
stand, sir, and the sooner we get the good things of
the present day into solid Greek the better it will be
for them and the literature of the future."
"What work are you translating ?" asked Lodloe.
"I am now at work on the 'Pickwick Papers,'" said
the scholar, and I assure you that it is not an easy
job. When I get through with it I shall translate it
back into English, after the fashion of Sir William
Jones-the only way to do that sort of thing. Same
as a telegraphic message-if it is n't repeated, you
can't depend on it. If I then find that my English is
like that of Dickens, I shall feel greatly encouraged,
and probably shall take up the works of Thackeray."
Walter Lodloe was somewhat stunned at this
announcement, and he involuntarily glanced at the
gray streaks in the locks of the Greek scholar. The
latter perceived the glance, and, knocking the ashes
from his cigar, remarked:
Did you ever notice, sir, that an ordinary robin
is perfectly aware that while squirrels and cats are







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able to ascend the perpendicular trunk of a tree, they
cannot climb the painted pillar of a piazza; and con-
sequently it is perfectly safe to build a nest at the top
of such a pillar ?"
Lodloe had noticed this, and a good many other
intelligent traits of animals, and the two conversed on
this interesting subject until the sun came round to
the bench on which they were sitting, when they
moved to a shady spot and continued the conversation.
At last Lodloe arose. It must be nearly dinner-
time," said he. "I think I shall take a walk this
afternoon, and see some of the country."
"You ought to do it,' said Mr. Tippengray. It is
a beautiful country. If you like I will go with you.
I 'm not a bad guide; I know every road, path, and
short cut."
Walter Lodloe expressed his satisfaction at the
proposed companionship, and suggested that the first
walk be to the village of Lethbury, peeping up among
the trees in the distance.
Lethbury!" exclaimed the Greek scholar. "Well,
sir, if it 's all the same to you, I prefer walking in
any direction to that of Lethbury. It 's a good
enough place, but to-day I don't feel drawn to it."
Very good," said Lodloe; "we will walk anywhere
but in the direction of Lethbury."
About half an hour afterward, Mrs. Petter, having
finished carving a pair of fowls, paused for a moment's
rest in serving the little company, and looked out
of the dining-room window.
Upon my word 1 she exclaimed, this is too bad.
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would begin to behave like other Christians, and come
to his meals at the proper time. At supper last
night and breakfast this morning he was at the table
as soon as anybody, and I was beginning to feel real
heartened up, as if things were going to run on regu-
lar and proper. But now look at that? Is n't that
enough to make a housekeeper give up in despair ?"
Mrs. Cristie, Lodloe, and Mr. Petter all looked out
of the window, and beheld the Greek scholar engaged
in pushing the baby carriage backward and forward
under the shade of a large tree; while, on a seat near
by, the maid Ida sat reading a book. Now passing
nearer, Mr. Tippengray stopped, and with sparkling
eyes spoke to her. Then she looked up, and with
sparkling eyes answered him. Then together, with
sparkling eyes, they conversed for a few minutes,
evidently about the book. After a few more turns of
the carriage Mr. Tippengray returned to the maid;
the sparkling eyes were raised again from the book,
and the scene was repeated.
He has lent her a book," said Mrs. Cristie. She
did not take that one out with her."
"There 's a time for books, and there 's a time for
meals," said Mrs. Petter. Why did n't he keep his
book until he had eaten his dinner ?"
I think Mr. Tippengray must be something of a
philosopher," said Lodloe, "and that he prefers to
take his books to a pretty maid when other people are
at dinner."
"My wife does not altogether understand the ways
of scholars," said Mr. Petter. "A gentleman giving
most of his time to Greek cannot be expected to









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give much of his mind to the passage of modern
times."
"If he gives some of his time to the passage of a
good dinner into cold victuals it would help his dys-
pepsia. But I suppose he will come when he is
ready, and all I have to say is that I would like to
see Calthea Rose if she could catch sight of them
this minute."
Mr. Petter sat at the end of the table where he had
a view of his flocks and his herds in the pasture below.
"Well," said he, "if that estimable young woman
wants to catch a sight of them, all she has to do is to
step along lively, for at this present moment she is
walking over the field-path straight to this house, and
what is more, she is wearing her bonnet and carrying
a parasol."
"Bonnet and parasol!" ejaculated Mrs. Petter.
Fire in the mountains, run, boys, run! Debby, step
out as quick as you can to Mr. Tippengray, and you
need n't say anything but just ask if Miss Calthea
Rose told him she was coming to dinner to-day, and
tell him she 's coming over the field."
In about one minute the Greek scholar was in his
place at the table and beginning his meal.
"Now, Mr. Tippcngray," said Mrs. Petter, I don't
suppose you feel any coals of fire on your head at this
present moment."
Madame," said the scholar, did you ever notice
that when squirrels strip the bark from the limbs of
trees they are very apt to despoil those branches
which project in such a manner as to interfere with
a view ?"







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"No, I did n't," said Mrs. Petter; and I don't be-
lieve they do it, either. Debby, put a knife, fork, and
napkin for Calthea Rose. If she is coming to dinner
it is just as well to let her think that nobody forgot
to bring the message she sent. She never comes to
meals without sending word beforehand."
But Miss Calthea had not come to dinner. She sent
word by Debby, who met her at the front door, that
she had had her dinner, and that she would wait for
the family on the piazza.
Bonnet and parasol," said Mrs. Petter. She has
come to make a call, and it 's on you, Mrs. Cristie.
Don't eat too fast, Mr. Tippengray; she 's good for
the rest of the afternoon."

















ROSE VERSUS MAYBERRY


[SS CALTHEA ROSE was a person
of good height, originally slender,
but gathering an appreciable plump-
ness as the years went on, and with
good taste in dress when she chose
L I I to exert it, which on the present
occasion she did. She possessed acute perceptions
and a decided method of action. But whether or not
the relation of her perceptions to her actions was
always influenced by good judgment was a question
with her neighbors. It never was, however, a ques-
tion with herself.
When everybody but Mr. Tippengray had finished
dinner, and he had desired the others not to wait for
him as he would probably be occupied some time
longer, the host and hostess went out to greet the
visitor, followed by Mrs. Cristie and Lodloe. When
Miss Calthea Rose turned to greet the latter lady her
expression was cold, not to say hard; but when her
eyes fell upon the gentleman by the side of the young
widow, a softening warmth spread over her face, and
she came forward with outstretched hands.







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Did you see that ?" said Mrs. Petter, aside to her
husband. "Jealous as she can be of Mrs. Cristie till
she sees that she 's got a young man of her own;
then as sweet as sugar."
When Miss Calthea Rose set about to be as sweet
as sugar, it was very good sugar that she took for
her model. She liked to talk, but was not a mistress
of words, and although her remarks were not always
to the point, they were generally pointed. At last
Mr. Tippengray came oat on the piazza. He walked
slowly, and he did not wear his usual ease of demeanor;
but nothing could have been more cordial and reassur-
ing than the greeting given him by Miss Calthea. If
this were intended in any way to inspirit him, it failed
of its effect. The Greek scholar stood apart, and did
not look like a man who had made up his mind as to
what he was going to do next; but Miss Calthea took
no notice of his unusual demeanor. She talked with
great graciousness to the company in general, and
frequently directed remarks to Mr. Tippengray which
indicated a high degree of good comradeship.
Under this general warmth Mr. Tippengray was
forced to melt a little, and in a manner to accept the
position thus publicly tendered him; but suddenly
the maid Ida popped up the steps of the piazza. She
had an open book in her hand, and she went directly
and quickly to Mr. Tippengray. She held the book
up towards him, and put her finger on a page.
"You were just here," she said, "when you had to
go to your dinner. Now if you will finish the expla-
nation I can go on nicely. You don't know how
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root"; and she looked up into his face with spark-
ling eyes.
But not a sparkle sparkled from the eyes of the
Greek scholar. He stood silently looking at the book,
his face a little flushed, his eyes blinking as if the
sunlight were too strong for him.
Suppose you walk out on the lawn with me," said
the nurse-maid, "and then we shall not disturb the
others. I will not keep you more than five minutes."
She went down the steps of the piazza, and Mr.
Tippengray, having apparently lost the power of
making up his mind what he should do, did what she
wanted him to do, and followed her. They did not
walk very far, but stood barely out of hearing of the
persons on the piazza; her eyes sparkling up into his
face, as his helpful words took root in her under-
standing.
At the instant of the appearance of the maid Ida
Miss Calthea Rose stopped talking. Her subsequent
glances towards this young woman and Mr. Tippen-
gray might have made one think of steel chilled to
zero. Mrs. Cristie looked at Lodloe, and he at her,
and both slightly smiled. "She understands that sort
of thing," he thought, and He understands that sort
of thing," she thought.
At this moment Mrs. Petter glanced at her two
guests and saw the smile which passed between them.
She understood that sort of thing.
"Who is that ?" said Miss Calthea Rose, presently.
Mrs. Cristie, full of the humor of the situation, has-
tened to answer.
It is my nurse-maid," she said, "Ida Mayberry."







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A child's nurse !" ejaculated Miss Calthea Rose.
Yes," said Mrs. Cristie; that is what she is."
I expect," said Mrs. Petter, that he is teaching
her Greek, and of course it 's hard for her at the be-
ginning. Mr. Tippengray 's such a kind man that
he would do anything for anybody, so far as he could;
but I must admit that I can't see how Greek can help
anybody to nurse children, unless there is some book
on the subject in that language."
Greek! scornfully ejaculated Miss Calthea, and,
turning her steely glance from the couple on the
lawn, she began to talk to Mr. Petter about one of his
cows which had broken its leg.
Ida Mayberry was a young woman who meant what
she said, and in less than five minutes, with a spark-
ling glance of thanks, she released Mr. Tippengray.
That gentleman returned to the piazza, but his ap-
pearance elicited no more attention from the lady who
had so recently brought into view their friendly re-
lationship than if he had been the head of a nail in
the floor beneath her. From Mr. Petter she turned
to speak to some of the others, and if her words and
manner did not make Mr. Tippengray understand
that, so far as she was concerned, he had ceased to
exist, her success was not what she expected it
to be.
Although he had been amused and interested, Wal-
ter Lodloe now thought that he had had enough of
Miss Calthea Rose, and wandered away to the little
garden at the foot of his staircase. He had not
reached it before he was joined by Mr. Tippengray.
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usual briskness; if you are still in the humor, sup-
pose we walk over to Lethbury."
Lodloe looked at him in surprise. I thought you
did n't want to go there," he said.
"I 've changed my mind," replied the other. "I
think this is a very good day to go to Lethbury. It
is a pretty village, and you ought to have some one
with you to show you its best points."
As soon as she thought etiquette would permit, Mrs.
Cristie withdrew, pleading the interests of her baby
as an excuse.
Do you mean to tell me," said Miss Calthea Rose,
the moment the young mother was out of hearing,
" that she leaves her baby in the care of that thing
with a book ? "
Oh, yes," was the answer; Mrs. Cristie tells me
she is a very good nurse-maid."
"Well," said Miss Calthea, "babies are trouble-
some, and it's often convenient to get rid of them,
but I must say that I never heard of this new style of
infanticide. I suppose there is n't any law against
it yet."
Mr. Petter looked uneasy. He did not like fault
found with Mrs. Cristie, who was a great favorite
with him.
I am inclined to think, Miss Calthea," he said,
"that you judge that young person too harshly. I
have formed a very good opinion of her. Not only
does she attend to her duties, but she has a good
mind. It may not be a fine mind, but it is a good mind.
Her desire to learn from Mr. Tippengray is a great
point in her favor."







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Here Mrs. Petter, who sat near her husband, pressed
violently upon his foot; but she was too late, the
words had been said. Mrs. Petter prepared herself
for a blaze, but none came. There was a momentary
flash in the Calthean eyes, and then the lids came
down and shut out everything but a line of steely
light. Then she gazed out over the landscape, and
presently again turned her face towards her compan-
ions, with nothing more upon it than her usual
expression when in a bad humor.
"Do you know," she said abruptly, "that Lanigan
Beam is coming back?"
"Goodness gracious!" exclaimed Mrs. Petter, "I
thought he was settled in Patagonia."
"It was not Patagonia," said Mr. Petter; "it was
Nicaragua."
Well, I knew it was the little end of some place,"
said she; and now he's coming back. Well, that is
unfortunate."
Unfortunate!" said Miss Calthea; it's criminal.
There ought to be a law against such things."
Again the host of the Squirrel Inn moved uneasily
on his chair and crossed and recrossed his legs. He
liked Lanigan Beam.
"I cannot see," he said, "why it is wrong for a
man to return to the place where he was born."
"Born scornfully exclaimed Miss Calthea; "it's
the greatest pity that there is any place where he was
born; but there 's no use talking about him. He has
written to them at the hotel at Lethbury that he will
be there the day after to-morrow, and he wants them
to have a room ready for him. If he 'd asked them to







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have a grave ready for him it would have been much
more considerate."
Mr. Petter now rose to his feet; his manner was
very dignified.
"Excuse me, Miss Calthea," he said, but I must
go and look after my men in the cornfield."
Miss Calthea Rose sat up very straight in her chair.
If there 's anything you want to do, Mrs. Petter,
I beg you won't let me keep you."
"Now, Calthea," said Mrs. Petter, "don't work
yourself into such a terrible stew. You know Stephen
does n't like to have Lanigan pitched into; I 'm sorry
for even what I said. But that about his grave was
enough to rouse a saint."
Miss Calthea was on the point of retorting that
that was something which Stephen Petter was not,
by any means, but she restrained herself. If she
quarreled with the Petters, and cut herself off from
visiting the Squirrel Inn, a great part of the pleasure
of her life would be gone.
Well," she said, we all know Lanigan Beam, and
if there 's anybody who wants the peace of the com-
munity to vanish entirely out of sight, the responsi-
bility 's on him, and not on me."
"Mrs. Petter," said Ida Mayberry, appearing so
suddenly before that good woman that she seemed to
have dropped through the roof of the piazza, do you
know where Mr. Tippengray is ? I've been looking
all over for him, and can't find him. He is n't in his
little house, for I knocked at the door."
Does Mrs. Cristie want him 1 asked Mrs. Petter,
making this wild grasp at a straw.







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Oh, no," said Ida. It is I who want him. There 's
a Greek sentence in this book he lent me which I am
sure I have not translated properly; and as the baby
is asleep now, there could n't be a better time for him
to help me, if only I could find him."
Self-restraint was no longer possible with Miss
Calthea Rose. A red blaze shot into her face, and
without deigning to look in the direction of the
creature who had just spoken, she said in the sharpest
tones of contemptuous anger:
"Greek to a child's nurse! I expect next he '11
teach French to the pigs."
The maid Ida lifted up her eyes from the book and
fixed them on Miss Calthea.
The best thing he could do," she quietly remarked,
"would be to teach the old hens good manners"; and
then she walked away with her book.
Miss Calthea sprang to her feet, and looked as if
she was going to do something; but there was noth-
ing to do, and she sat down again. Her brow was
dark, her eyes flashed, and her lips were parted, as if
she was about to say something; but there was noth-
ing to say, and she sat silent, breathing hard. It was
bad enough to be as jealous as Miss Calthea was at
that moment, but to be so flagrantly insulted by the
object of her jealousy created in her a rage that could
not be expressed in words. It was fortunate that
she did not look at Mrs. Petter, for that good lady
was doing her best to keep from laughing.
Well!" she exclaimed, as soon as she could speak
composedly, "this is too much. I think I must
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" TEACH THE OLD HENS GOOD MANNERS."


prevent the young woman from answering back, but
I think I can make her see that it is n't seemly and
becoming for nurse-maids to be associating with
boarders in this way."
"If you take my advice, Susan Petter," said Miss
Calthea, in a voice thickened by her emotions, you
will keep your mouth shut on that subject. If your
boarders choose to associate with servants, let them
alone. It simply shows what sort of people they are."
Calthea Rose did not like to hear herself speak in a
voice which might show how she was feeling, and as







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there was no use of staying there if she could not
talk, she rose to leave, and, in spite of Mrs. Better's
hospitable entreaty to make a longer stay, she de-
parted.
When her visitor was well out of sight, Mrs. Pet-
ter allowed herself to lean back in her chair and laugh
quietly.
"Leave them alone indeed," she said to herself.
"You may want me to do it, but I know well enough
that you are not going to leave them alone, Miss Cal-
thea Rose, and I can't say that I wonder at your state
of mind, for it seems to me that this is your last
chance. If you don't get Mr. Tippengray, I can't see
where you are going to find another man properly
older than you are."

















LANIGAN BEAM

HAT evening about eleven o'clock
Walter Lodloe was sitting in his
S room in the tower, his feet upon
l^ the sill of the large window which
looked out over the valley. He had
come up to his room an hour or two
before, determined not to allow the whole day to pass
without his having done any work; and now, having
written several pages of the story on which he was
engaged, he was enjoying the approbation of his
conscience, the flavor of a good cigar, and the beau-
tiful moonlighted scene which he beheld from his
window.
More than this, he was thinking over the events of
the day with a good deal of interest and amusement,
particularly of his afternoon walk with Mr. Tippen-
gray. He had taken a great fancy to that gentle-
man, who, without making any direct confidences, had
given him a very fair idea of his relations with Calthea
Rose. It was plain enough that he liked that very
estimable person, and that he had passed many pleas-
ant hours in her society, but that he did not at all







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agree with what he called her bigoted notions in
regard to proprietorship in fellow-beings.
On the other hand, Lodloe was greatly delighted
with Miss Calthea's manner of showing her state of
mind. Quite unexpectedly they had met her in Leth-
bury,-to which village Mr. Tippengray had not
thought she would return so soon,-and Lodloe al-
most laughed as he called to mind the beaming and
even genial recognition that she gave to him, and
which, at the same time, included effacement and ex-
tinction of his companion to the extent of being an
admirable piece of dramatic art. The effect upon
Lodloe had been such, that when the lady had passed
he involuntarily turned to see if the Greek scholar had
not slipped away just before the moment of meeting.
"When a woman tries so hard to show how little
she thinks of a man," thought Lodloe, "it is a proof
that she thinks a great deal of him, and I shall not be
surprised-" Just then there came a tap at the win-
dow opposite the one at which he was sitting.
Now when a man in the upper room of a fairly tall
tower, access to which is gained by a covered stair-
case the door at the bottom of which he knows he has
locked, hears a tap at the window, he is likely to be
startled. Lodloe was so startled that his chair nearly
tipped over backward. Turning quickly, he saw a
man's head and shoulders at the opposite window,
the sash of which was raised. With an exclamation,
Lodloe sprang to his feet. His lamp had been turned
down in order that he might better enjoy the moon-
light, but he could plainly see the man at the window,
who now spoke:







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Hold hard," said he; don't get excited. There 's
nothing out of the way. My name is Beam--Lani-
gan Beam. I tapped because I thought if I spoke
first you might jump out of the window, being turned
in that direction. May I come in ?"


.:/ .'.- "


DON'T GET EXCITED."

Lodloe made no answer; his mind did not compre-
hend the situation; he went to the window and looked
out. The man was standing on the sharp ridge of a roof
which stretched from the tower to the rear portion of
the building. By reaching upward he was able to
look into the window.







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Give me a hand," said the man, and we '11 con-
sider matters inside. This is a mighty ticklish place
to stand on."
Lodloe had heard a good deal that evening about
Lanigan Beam, and although he was amazed at the
appearance of that individual at this time and place,
he was ready and willing to make his acquaintance.
Bracing himself against the window-frame, he reached
out his hand, and in a few moments Mr. Beam had
scrambled into the room. Lodloe turned up the wick
of his lamp, and by the bright light he looked at his
visitor.
He saw a man rather long as to legs, and thin as to
face, and dressed in an easy-fitting suit of summer
clothes.
Take a seat," said Lodloe, and tell me to what I
owe this call."
"To your lamp," said the other, taking a chair;
"it was n't burning very brightly, but still it was a
light, and the only one about. I was on my way to
Lethbury, but I could n't get any sort of conveyance
at Romney, so I footed it, thinking I would like a
moonlight walk. But by the time I got to the squirrel
on the post I thought I would turn in here and stay
with Stephen Petter for the night; but the house was
all shut up and dark except this room, and as I knew
that if I woke Stephen out of a sound sleep he 'd
bang me over the head with his everlasting Rockmores
of Germantown, I determined to take a night's lodging
without saying a word to him about it.
There 's a room back here that you can only get
into by a ladder put up on the outside. I knew all







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about it, so I went to the ice-house and got a ladder
and climbed into the room. I put my valise under
my head, and prepared to take a good sleep on the
floor, but in three minutes I found the place was full
of wasps. I could n't stay there, you know, and I
was just getting ready to go down the ladder again
when I happened to look out of a window that opened
on the roof, and saw you in here. I could see only
the back of your head, but although it was pretty
well lighted, I could n't judge very well by that what
sort of a person you were. But I saw you were
smoking, and it struck me that a man who smokes
is generally a pretty good fellow, and so I came
over."
"Glad to see you," said Lodloe; and what can I
do for you ?"
"Well, in the first place," said Beam, "have you
any liquid ammonia ? The first notice I had of the
wasps in that room was this sting on my finger."
Lodloe was sorry that he did not possess anything
of the kind.
If I 'm not mistaken," said the visitor, "there is a
bottle of it on the top shelf.of that closet. I have
frequently occupied this room, and I remember put-
ting some there myself. May I look for it?"
Permission being given, Mr. Beam speedily found
the bottle, and assuaged the pains of his sting.
"Now then," said he, resuming his seat, "the next
favor I '11 ask will be to allow me to fill my pipe, and
put to you a few questions as to the way the land lies
about here at present. I 've been away for a year
and a half, and don't know what 's going on, or who's







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dead or alive. By the way, have you happened to
hear anybody speak of me ?"
I should think so," said Lodloe, laughing. The
greater part of this evening was occupied in a dis-
cussion on your life, adventures, moral character,
disposition, and mental bias. There may have been
some other points touched upon, but I don't recall
them just now."
Upon my word," said Lanigan Beam, putting his
arms on the table, and leaning forward, "this is
interesting. Who discussed me ?"


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"Mr. and Mrs. Petter had the most to say,"
answered Lodloe.
I 'm glad to hear they 're alive," interpolated the
other.
And Mrs. Cristie, who knew you when her hus-
band was alive."
Dead, is he ?" said Beam. Very sorry to hear
that. A mighty pretty woman is Mrs. Cristie."
Miss Calthea Rose was not present," continued
Lodloe, but her opinions were quoted very freely
by the others, and sometimes combated."
"Calthea alive, is she?" ejaculated Beam. "Well,
well, I ought to be glad to hear it, and I suppose I
am. Anybody else ?"
Yes; there was Mr. Tippengray, one of the guests
at the inn. There are only three of us in all. He had
heard a great deal about you from Miss Rose. She
seems to have been very communicative to him."
Chums, are they?" cried Lanigan Beam. "Well,
bless his soul, I say, whatever sort of man he is. Now
what did they say about me ?"
It 's my opinion," answered Lodloe, smiling, that
it is a very unsafe thing to tell a man what other
people say about him."
Lanigan sprang to his feet, and stood, pipe in hand,
before the other. "Now, sir," said he, "I have not
heard your name yet-Lodloe; thank you. Now,
Mr. Lodloe, I have before me the greatest chance of
my life. It almost never happens that a man has an
opportunity of hearing a straightforward account of
what people say about him. Now if you want to do
the biggest kind of favor to a fellow-being, just tell






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me what you heard of me to-night. You are a perfect
stranger to me, and you can speak out plainly about
it without having the least feeling one way or the
other."
Lodloe looked at him.
Here 's a chance," he said to himself, that seldom
comes to a man; an opportunity to tell a man exactly
what his friends and neighbors think about him. It's
a rare experience, and I like it. I '11 do it."
Very good," said he, aloud; "if you want to see
yourself as others see you, I '11 turn on the lights and
act as showman; but remember I have nothing to do
with the painting. I have no prejudices one way or
the other."
"All right," said Lanigan, reseating himself; "let
the panorama move."
"About the first thing I was told," said Lodloe,
"was that you were a good-hearted fellow, but the
fact that your father was an Irishman had deprived
your character of ballast."
"Umph," said Lanigan; "there are some people
who are all ballast. I don't mind that."
And then I heard that, although you were a wild
and irresponsible youth, people generally expected
that as you grew older you would gradually accumu-
late ballast; but instead of that you had steadily gone
downhill from the moment of your birth."
"Now, then," said Lanigan, "I suppose I have no
right to ask you, but I would like very much to know
who said that."
I don't object in the least to telling you," said Lod-
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should know it. That was a quoted opinion of Miss
Calthea Rose."
"Good for you," said Lanigan; "you 'd be death
to the members of a scandal-monger society. You
would break up the business utterly."
To this Mr. Petter remarked," said Lodloe, that
he thought in many ways you had improved very
much, but he was obliged to admit that he could never
think of anything that you had done which was of the
least benefit to yourself or anybody else."
"Upon my word," cried Lanigan, "that's a pretty
wide sweep for old Petter. I shall have to rub up his
memory. He forgets that I helped him to make the
plans for this house. And what did Mrs. Cristie say
about me ?"
She said she thought it was a great pity that you
did not apply yourself to something or other."
She is right there," said Beam, "and, by George!
I '11 apply myself to her. However, I don't know
about that," he continued. What else did Calthea
say "
"One remark was that having proved false to every
friend you had here you had no right to return."
That means," said Mr. Beam, that having prom-
ised at least five times to marry her, I never did it
once."
Were you really engaged to her ?" asked Lodloe.
Oh, yes," said the other; "it seems to me as if I had
always been engaged to her. Born that way. Sort
of an ailment you get used to, like squinting. When
I was a youngster, Calthea was a mighty pretty girl,
a good deal my senior, of course, or I would n't have






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cared for her. As she grew older she grew prettier,
and I was more and more in love with her. We used
to have quarrels, but they did n't make much differ-
ence, for after every one of them we engaged our-
selves again, and all went on as before. But the time
came when Calthea kept on being older than I was,
and did n't keep on being pretty and agreeable. Then
I began to weaken about the marriage altar and all
that sort of thing, but for all that I would have been
perfectly willing to stay engaged to her for the rest
of my life if she had wished it, but one day she got
jealous, kicked up a tremendous row, and away I
went."
Well," said Lodloe, "she must have considered
that the best thing you could do for her, for Mrs.
Petter said that she had heard her declare dozens of
times that from her very youth you had hung like
a millstone about her neck, and blighted her every
prospect, and that your return here was like one of
the seven plagues of Egypt."
Mixed, but severe," said Mr. Beam. Did anybody
say any good of me?"
Yes," answered Lodloe; "Mrs. Cristie said you
were an obliging fellow, although very apt to forget
what you had promised to do. Mr. Petter said that
you had a very friendly disposition, although he was
obliged to admit the truth of his wife's remark that
said disposition would have been more agreeable to
your friends, if you had been as willing to do things
for them as you were to have them do things for you.
And Mrs. Petter on her own motion summed up your
character by saying, that if you had not been so re-







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gardless of the'welfare and wishes of others; so totally
given up to self-gratification; so ignorant of all kinds
of business, and so unwilling to learn; so extravagant
in your habits, and so utterly conscienceless in regard
to your debts; so neglectful of your promises and
your duty; so heretical in your opinions, political and
religious, and such a dreadful backslider from every-
thing that you had promised to be when a baby, you
would be a very nice sort of fellow, whom she would
like to see come into the house."
"Well," said Lanigan Beam, leaning back in his
chair, "that 's all of my bright side, is it ?"
"Not quite," said Lodloe; "Mr. Tippengray de-
clared that you are the first man he ever heard of who
did not possess a single good point; that you must
be very interesting, and that he would like to know
you."
Noble Tippengray !" said Mr. Beam. And he 's
the man who is chumming it with Calthea ?"
Not at present," said Lodloe; she is jealous, and
does n't speak to him."
Mr. Beam let his head drop on his breast, his arms
hung down by his side, and he sank into his chair, as
if his spine had come unhinged.
There goes the last prop from under me," he said.
"If Calthea had a man in tow I would n't be afraid of
her, but now-well, no matter. If you will let me
take that bottle of ammonia with me,-I suppose by
rights it now belongs to the house,-I '11 go back to
that room and fight it out with the wasps. As I
have n't any good points, they '11 be able to put some
into me, I '11 wager."







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Lodloe laughed. You shall not go there," he said;
"I have more bed-covering than I want, and an extra
pillow, and if you can make yourself comfortable on
that lounge you are welcome to stay here."
"Sir," said Lanigan Beam, rising, "I accept your
offer, and if it were not that by so doing I would de-
stroy the rare symmetry of my character, I would
express my gratitude. And now I will go down your
stairs, and up my ladder, and get my valise."




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