Front Cover
 Title Page
 Kate Oxford's one talent
 The princess Beatrice
 A worthy nine
 Marcus Aurelius
 Tit for tat
 Fourth of July in the rue petit...
 Jack's first cruise
 What the jackdaws of Kenilworth...
 Perita Jane
 The controversy of the pinks
 The bound girl
 The little Blackamoor and the gold...
 Little Ahmow's fight with...
 What we did with our money
 Deacon Thomas Wale's will
 The story that Mrs. Hildebrand...
 Boy shepherds in the African...
 Birdies three
 The frying-pan bonnet
 Pete's printing press
 The adopted daughter
 The mud hen that couldn't keep...
 Tiger lilies
 Dan Hardy's Crippy
 Gold flies
 Some school-girl recollections...
 For sale - A Jack in a box
 Polly's lion
 The Gypsy's prophecy
 Hunted by a wild stallion
 The meeting-house pattern
 When I was a boy in China
 Striking the hour
 When I was a boy in China...
 Benny's appearance in court
 The postman's doll
 How Christmas cards are made
 Snowy Peter
 Light on the hills
 A school in the Faroe Islands
 Lazy Barberry's ambition
 Our venture
 Where was Coo Coo?
 What the storm did
 The maybe's
 A dahabeeah-wreck on the Nile
 Some international gingerbread
 A boy's truth
 The prize puss
 Back Cover

Title: Story-time for 1890
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 Material Information
Title: Story-time for 1890
Physical Description: 223 p. : ill. ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Publisher: D. Lothrop Co.
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: 1889
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Genre: fiction   ( marcgt )
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Kate Oxford's one talent
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    The princess Beatrice
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    A worthy nine
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Marcus Aurelius
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Tit for tat
        Page 30
    Fourth of July in the rue petit jean
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Jack's first cruise
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    What the jackdaws of Kenilworth said
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Perita Jane
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
    The controversy of the pinks
        Page 46
    The bound girl
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    The little Blackamoor and the gold princess
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
    Little Ahmow's fight with the wolves
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    What we did with our money
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Deacon Thomas Wale's will
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
    The story that Mrs. Hildebrand told
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Boy shepherds in the African mountains
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
    Birdies three
        Page 79
    The frying-pan bonnet
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    Pete's printing press
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
    The adopted daughter
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
    The mud hen that couldn't keep a secret
        Page 98
    Tiger lilies
        Page 99
    Dan Hardy's Crippy
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
    Gold flies
        Page 106
    Some school-girl recollections of Fenimore Cooper
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
    For sale - A Jack in a box
        Page 110
    Polly's lion
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
    The Gypsy's prophecy
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
    Hunted by a wild stallion
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    The meeting-house pattern
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
    When I was a boy in China
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
    Striking the hour
        Page 144
    When I was a boy in China (continued)
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
        Page 156
    Benny's appearance in court
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
    The postman's doll
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
    How Christmas cards are made
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
    Snowy Peter
        Page 174
        Page 175
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
    Light on the hills
        Page 179
        Page 180
        Page 181
        Page 182
        Page 183
        Page 184
        Page 185
    A school in the Faroe Islands
        Page 186
        Page 187
    Lazy Barberry's ambition
        Page 188
        Page 189
        Page 190
        Page 191
        Page 192
    Our venture
        Page 193
        Page 194
        Page 195
        Page 196
        Page 197
    Where was Coo Coo?
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
        Page 203
        Page 204
        Page 205
    What the storm did
        Page 206
        Page 207
    The maybe's
        Page 208
    A dahabeeah-wreck on the Nile
        Page 209
        Page 210
        Page 211
        Page 212
        Page 213
    Some international gingerbread
        Page 214
        Page 215
        Page 216
        Page 217
    A boy's truth
        Page 218
        Page 219
        Page 220
        Page 221
        Page 222
    The prize puss
        Page 223
        Page 224
        Page 225
        Page 226
    Back Cover
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FOR 1890






IF ever Kate Oxford had a pleasant time in her ever saw, and Kate showed her appreciation of this
uncle's house, it was when artists dined there compliment by generally preferring the society of
and talked after dinner upon art and artists gener- her young cousin to that of any of the elder ones.
ally. There seemed to be no end of Oxfords, big and
She had never enjoyed herself quite so much as little. Kate was the only stray sheep of the family,
she did on the occasion when Mr. Frear dropped her father, Mr. Tom Oxford, dying when she was a
in informally one day just after he arrived in New- baby, and her mother following six years after. It
port that summer that he had begun to make him- was then that she was taken into her uncle John's
self famous by his decorations of church and house family; and aunt Sophy always thought she was
interiors. It was a beautiful day in late June, and cared for exactly like one of her own children.
the Oxford villa just off Bellevue avenue was a But it was very certain that none of her own chil-
charming place for an artist to hold forth in, cor- dren were made so useful as Kate -perhaps they
manding, as it did from the piazza, a sweeping hadn't the knack of being useful. Everybody had
view of the ocean on one side, and all sorts of Nor- always said that Kate was such a handy little
man and Queen Anne structures with acres of green thing- Handy and sweet tempered." Such peo-
lawn on the other. When the party left the dining pie are always called upon to serve others, and
room that day and went out on this piazza, Kate they generally give their service willingly. Kate
took care to get quite near Mr. Frear that she might did; but she sometimes used to think as she grew
not lose any of his talk. Her cousin Tony came older, that the little parlor-maid had more time than
and seated himself astride of the piazza railing, she for her own special tastes and pleasures. It
just at her back, biding his time to entice Kate was, 'Kate, won't you do this,' and Kate, won't you
away for a tennis game before it got too late. come here,' and 'Kate, won't you go there,' just as
Tony was twelve and Kate was over seventeen, but to-night when she wanted to listen to Mr. Frear for
they were close friends and companions. Tony her own pleasure, it was Tony who was whispering
declared that Kate was one of the best fellows he at her back:


Come, Kate, give these old duffers the slip and Tony! cried Kate. But Tony was up stairs
come out and have a tennis game with me." and out of hearing, and before she knew how to ex-
But Kate once in a while had her own way. She cuse herself to go in search of him he was back
had it now, and turned a deaf ear to Tony's teas- again displaying her work to Mr. Frear.
ing, while Mr. Frear talked. He had been answer- "You mustn't bore Mr. Frear like that," broke
ing various questions by interesting descriptive out Kate, scarlet and shy, and glancing apprehen-
explanations, when some one another guest sively at her aunt.
suddenly asked rather tactlessly: But Mr. Frear was turning over the pictures.
Have you given up your-other painting?" Did you do these, Miss Kate ?" he presently
The artist flushed a little, then laughed and asked. Kate shyly assured him that she did.
answered: He continued turning over the collection, twenty
I hope not. But the community seemed to ap- or more in all, including the Macdonalds and their
preciate my decorative art better than my portraits. dogs.
By and by I hope to be able to please myself, and Mrs. Oxford lifted her eyebrows at Kate, and
-laughing again -" paint perhaps inferior por- shook her head with a little smile that said as plainly
traits instead of superior friezes and dados and as words could: You see how odd and unladylike
panels." other people beside myself consider this amuse-
Well, for my part," said the tactless gentleman ment for a girl." Kate is never fit to go to a party
who had just spoken, I'd rather have a first-rate with her fingers all stained up with these horrid
photograph so far as likeness goes, than a portrait chemicals," she had said only yesterday to her
painted by the best artist that ever lived." friend, Mrs. Ellerton.
A perfect hubbub of horrified oh's and ah's" At that very moment there were three little brown
and other and stronger protests arose. When the spots on Kate's white forefinger. Mrs. Oxford saw
Babel stibsided, the artist astonished everybody by them and sighed. It was just at that instant that
saying: Mr. Frear took up the last of the photographs it
I understand perfectly what you mean; a fine was the likeness of Jimmy Macdonald and his sister
photograph is a great thing--it's nature and art upon one card.
together; but the painted portrait is, when done by "Who taught you to do your work so well, Miss
a thorough artist, a more human work the photo- Kate ?" he inquired. Kate stared as if she doubted
graph can only catch one fleeting expression. If her ears.
the artist understands his subject thoroughly, is in "I no one taught me, but when I was in Bos-
sympathy with the subject, he can bring out a dozen ton last winter, visiting my cousins, I used to go with
expressions almost as he is capable of handling my cousin Jack to Mr. Bond's studio a good deal.
his work- in one portrait. All the great portraits Jack was learning photography. He was going out
show that. William Hunt's best work always did." to South America and he wanted to perfect himself
There was a general assent to this, and presently, in photography for use and for amusement too. I
in the course of the talk, the artist generously spoke used to help Jack."
up again for the art of photography. It was an im- Well, you had a very good teacher if you had
mense discovery, but the difficulty was in finding Bond. Bond is a genius in his way."
skilful and artistic workers in it. Because it is so Then I read Wilson's book on photography,
largely mechanical," he finished, "everybody thinks and some French books Jack got."
he can dabble in it and make a livelihood by it." "And Jack gave her a camera and a whole kit
Tony, at the word photographs, pricked up his just like his, before he went off," put in Tony.
ears. As Mr. Frear ceased speaking, the boy wrig- You've done very well, Miss Kate, very. You've
gled down from the piazza-railing, and came round got Bond's method and something else that must
to the front. be your own. Who taught you now to place a sub-
I say," he began, Kate can take splendid pho- ject in that half light ?" And Mr. Frear held up
tographs. She's taken me and Essie and Frank the picture of Jimmy Macdonald. Kate forgot her
and the Macdonald children, and Beppo and Fritz shyness, forgot her aunt's disapproval of her unlady-
the dogs. I'll show 'em to you." like employment, forgot tht brown spots on her


finger, in Mr. Frear's interest; and coming forward She was in and not of this great gay money-spend-
she began to explain her processes with unaffected ing world. All the Oxfords and their friends were
enthusiasm. At the end of her explanations, Mr. full of accomplishments they could sing, play
Frear remarked, laughingly: on all sorts of instruments, dance and talk with
It's a great pity you are not a young man with grace and ease "upon any subject" as Mrs.
your living to earn. If you were, you would soon Oxford admiringly said. Kate could do none of
be on the high road to fortune with this ability to these things. Quiet, and shy to express her
study a subject, and to place it in the best light, thoughts she had never much to say beside these
and then to use chemicals and paper in a way to glib-voiced relatives, though she read some of the
produce such artistic results." best books with growing appreciation. All the
Mrs. Oxford now came up with an anxiety that relatives meant to be kind to Kate, but she was
was almost comical, and begged Mr. Frear not to always a little left out, for she did not apparently
encourage Kate in that dirty work." It might care for the things that they did. "She was such
do for a boy, but for a girl why, just look at her a domestic little thing," was their explanatory
hands--look at those spots, and that is nothing-- remark about her as they saw her fall into the
nothing to what I have seen! ways of usefulness in aunt Sophy's household.
"O well, she would get over that. There used "Kate's mother was an Oxford cousin, but Kate
to be a French woman in Paris who took the most isn't a bit like her," aunt Sophy declared. The.
remarkable photographs. She directed every de- Oxfords all had great taste in dress, but Kate
tail with every individual picture, but she never put never knew how to wear her clothes, she would
her hand to anything personally, except to place a often say, and the others would carelessly agree.
sitter. I remember she had very beautiful hands Perhaps none of them for one moment thought
and she was the best-dressed woman in Paris. that things might have been different if Kate had
When Miss Kate goes into the business regularly had the liberty and range of a fortune, as her
she will no doubt have her assistants, and be as mother had once had, to -choose what suited her,
fine as Madame Volmar." and fling aside what didn't. But shy and sensitive
"Goes into the business regularly! Why, I she accepted the made-over dresses, and all the
should think it was bad enough to have a young rest of the bestowals that came her penniless way,
man of social position choose that employment with what grace she could, feeling that everybody
an employment any uneducated person can choose meant to be kind, yet with a vague sort of knowl-
that they do choose constantly." edge of their half-patronizing estimation of her.
Mrs. Oxford could never take a joke. But her But sitting there now with Mr. Frear's words
words made Mr. Frear drop his joke, and take up running in her head, she does not heed their gay
again for the skilled photographer that skill and chatter much; for she is building an airy castle
taste that amounts almost to genius, and which of her own not a Castle of Indolence like theirs,
requires brains and study to carry out. He in- but of brisk and busy Industry, which would raise
stanced Mrs. Cameron of London with her won- a cry of horror from them if they could see it.
derful Rembrandt photographs. Even as she builds this castle she has no real
As he was speaking, a long musical note, strong hopes of its ever becoming a reality; sometimes,
and jubilant, rang over the lawn to them; and the however, when we seem the furthest, we are the
next moment came in view, a four-in-hand driven nearest to the fulfilment of our dreams.
by Frank Oxford, the eldest son of the Oxfords, It was in the summer of 1880 when Kate sat
and from the top, gayly-attired, looked down a there upon that beautiful Newport piazza building
tribe of Oxford cousins and their friends. The this air castle when the Tally-ho! of the four-in-
photograph talk stopped, as this load of fashion- hand was jubilantly blown by young Oxford--
able young people drew up at the door. Mrs. and when Mr. Frear laughingly whispered as he
Oxford went forward beaming with pride and said good-by:
a merry cornersation went on between the party "You shall take my picture sometime, Miss
on the piazza and the party on the coach. Kate, and I will paint yours with three brown
But Kate sat dumb, with a new look in her face. spots on your finger! "


In the late autumn of that year one of the great "Mr. Bond says he is sure I will do well, and
business firms of New York failed. It was the I can have a studio next to Mr. Frear's."
firm of Oxford & Oxford. Frank Oxford had to "Oh! you have planned everything then," said
jump down from his gilded coach and set himself uncle John rather sharply.
to other business than blowing his Tally-ho horn, O no; I only asked Mr. Bond and Mr. Frear,
and all the party-plans and the party-dresses had for I wanted to help--I can't be a burden."
to stop just where they were, for the Oxfords Mrs. Oxford began to bewail and lament. An
meant to pay their debts to the uttermost farthing Oxford, and an Oxford girl, taking photographs!
if it were possible, The Newport villa and the Of course they shouldn't allow it. If she wanted
great mansion on Murray Hill were sold, and to help, it must be at home, she should understand.


"Uncle John" and his family moved down town The color came and went in Kate's face. She
into a little house in an unfashionable quarter, was usually slow to speak, to argue or explain, but
Kate worked like a Trojan to help settle the little now all at once her tongue was unloosed and she
house; then after it was all settled, she walked plead her cause with swift and clear emphasis.
into the parlor one evening where her uncle and What she said was a revelation of herself, and all
aunt were sitting and unfolded a plan to them. the sensitive needs and lacks in her past life with
It was like a bombshell, them. It wasn't complaint or reproach -she did
"A photograph studio! they exclaimed in not know that she had anything to complain of -
chorus, it was only simple entreaty; but it revealed every-


thing nevertheless. Mr. and Mrs. Oxford both Yes, but as things have turned out with the
saw many things they had not seen before, but it Oxfords, I call it a very lucky eccentricity,"
was Mr. Oxford who understood and respected remarked another.
Kate's independent feeling and purposes, and he How? Why? "
astonished his wife by what he said presently: "Why? Well; Mr. John Oxford died a few
"I think, Sophy, that our Kate can be trusted months after their house went down, and the
to try her plan at least. I'm not sure but she is Oxfords have never been able to recover them-
wiser than any of us." selves. Mr. John was the only business man of
"A photograph studio!" repeated Mrs. Oxford; the family. They are all scattered and broken
"if it was only some accomplishment like flower up- Frank, who used to drive his four-in-hand,
or china-painting or music-teaching." and lead the German, has gone out on a sheep
"But I don't know how to do any of these ranch in South America with a cousin; another is
things, and I do know how to take photographs, clerk in an importing house on a small salary; the
it's my one talent, and why shouldn't I use it ?" young ladies are doing high-art embroidery and
When Mrs. Oxford tried to answer this, her hus- painting plaques and other little haphazard deco-
band said rather sarcastically, Sophy, it doesn't rative holiday work. There's a host of Oxfords
seem as if our children's accomplishments will who used to ride on the top wave of fashion, and
ever serve them as well as Kate's one talent." were thought to be very brilliant and accomplished
And Mrs. Oxford was silenced, young people, but none of them seem to have
1880. Four, five years ago. been able to do much with their accomplishments.
At the top of a high building in the great city of This cousin was always a quiet little mouse, but I
New York, where there are a number of artists, shouldn't be surprised if she should turn out the
is Mr. Frear's new studio. He has gone back to mainstay of the family."
portrait painting. One day-it was a reception "But you have not told us the meaning of those
day with him a group of people paused before three mysterious brown spots, Mr. Frear," persisted
the portrait of a young lady who was represented the inquisitive lady.
as looking down very seriously at the white fore- "Those three brown spots are the birthmarks
finger of her right hand, upon which was clearly of Ingenuity, Industry, and Patience," answered
perceptible three brown spots. Mr. Frear, smiling mischievously.
"Who is this, Mr. Frear a new Lady Mac- The inquisitive lady smiled back incredulously,
beth?" inquired an inquisitive lady. and asked no more questions of Mr. Frear, but
Mr. Frear smiled. That is the portrait of Miss when she visited Miss Oxford's studio a few days
Kate Oxford, and the three brown spots are the later, she looked with keen curious scrutiny at
marks of her trade." that young lady's slim white hands, but she looked
What the Miss Oxford who is so eccentric in vain for the three brown spots. Kate had
who is said to take photographs so wonderfully ?" become a thorough mistress of her art, and of the
"The very same," and as he spoke Mr. Frear situation, and did not waste her chemicals in
turned to the light a large cabinet photograph of bungling blots anywhere. At this moment Mr.
himself. Frear thinks she bids fair to rival Madame Vol-
"What is that her work ?" mar, for people are getting to appreciate her work
"That is her work." more and more, and it is becoming quite the thing
There was a buzz of admiration and question, in certain circles to have "an Oxford portrait."
It really was a remarkable piece of work didn't Aunt Sophy has ceased to lament "that dreadful
Mr. Frear think so? Mr. Frear assured them that photograph business "; how can she when from
he did; and that he considered Miss Oxford a the results of it, her dear Tony is reaping the
genius in her line. benefit of his college education ? And the Oxford
"And they say her aunt, Mrs. John Oxford, felt girls well, they laugh a little, and they sigh a
so dreadfully about her going into this business, little, as they generously admit that Kate's well-
and that the whole family opposed it. It certainly worked talent had served the Oxford family better
was very eccentric," remarked the inquisitive lady. than their dainty holiday accomplishments.


H ALF a dozen interesting letters containing est use of any name excepting their first, unless in
Royal gossip, or rather items of home life formal signatures, but it is considered a special
at Windsor and Balmoral were once given to me by compliment to have one's name included in a royal
the kind friend who had copied all that could be of christening. The Beatrice was for the sake of old
general interest. In one of these occurs this pas- English associations, the Feodora for the Queen's
sage: half-sister; and, although her little niece never used
"You will be glad to hear something of the new the name, she was taught to regard her aunt with
baby, for after all even in the Royal family a Prin- special affection because of it.
cess six months old is for the time being no more As "Beatrice," however, the new baby came to
nor less than the new baby and the Queen and the be known, the diminutive "Bee and "Trix," giv-
Prince seem to regard her in this fond homely fash- ing way generally to the loving title of "Baby or,
ion. She is a perfect little darling. Very pretty from her father, of the "Kleine Madchen" (Little
with large eyes and a merry little mouth. I was in maiden).
the nurseries with Lady -- yesterday and had The life of Royal children requires careful con-
her some time in my arms and such a vigorous dam- sideration from their very start, since either by in-
sel She wanted to be tossed and played with and heritance or marriage they may have to do with the
danced about perpetually, government of nations; becoming figures in the
"Lady -- told me that she had never known history of their time, influencing decisions, if not
the Prince so devoted to any one of the Royal chil- actual laws, and certainly, however obscure their
dren; that he sent for the baby constantly and that rank or position, having a direct power for good or
already she knew his step in the corridor. A little ill over those around and under them.
later I saw her going out for an airing and her little The Queen of England, in her maternal respon-
chubby rosy face surrounded by a blue hood looked sibilities, has always felt keenly that she had a
the picture of health and contentment. Mary R- charge from the nation in the education of her chil-
told me that the Queen looking at her one morning dren. Perhaps she over-rates their power now, but
said in a tone of infinite satisfaction: She really any one who has made a residence in foreign
looks equal to any country peasant's baby. Don't countries cannot fail to be impressed by the ad-
you think so?' She has the exquisite fairness vantages for doing good which any member of a
which the Prince of Wales showed as a tiny child, Royal family possesses; when we consider that
but certainly no delicacy." from their attendance at a Fair, let us say, to their
This baby, destined to be the Queen's close com- opening a public building, the simple fact of their
panion for so many sad years of her life, was cer- presence, can benefit the charity or the public work,
tainly most welcomed by her parents and all the we can form some idea of the responsibilities of a
family and household, and, as the letter I have Royal position under the monarchical rule, and
quoted above says, the Prince Consort made her a remembering her own very prudently conducted
special favorite from the very first; a fact which childhood the Queen educated her children on the
doubtless drew her nearer to the Queen when her most conscientious plan.
husband was taken from her. And how is a Princess "brought up?" For
The Princess was born at Windsor on April 14, although the Princes and Princesses of to-day do
x857, and was christened Beatrice Mary Victoria not in any way belong to Fairyland, there unques-
Feodora." A general discussion took place before tionably is about their daily lives a glamour of
these names were decided upon, a fact which is sur- romance and mystery, the interest which their se-
prising since the Royal family make not the slight- clusion from the public eye is sure to produce; and


there is no doubt that we feel a curiosity about the and saying not a word, knelt down by the broken-
commonplace details which bring them nearer us, hearted Queen, putting her baby-the Princess,
and make them seem "like other people." Kleine Madchen softly within her arms. It
A little American girl once had a picture of the was enough. The mother's heart awakened: the
Princess Beatrice at the age of four years, which long-pent-up tears rushed forth and, at last, holding
was a genuine puzzle to her. It was, as she said, her baby close to her breast, she slept peacefully;
" only a little girl," and a plainly dressed little girl, her health, perhaps her life, was saved.
too, with her hair in a round comb; a white frock At six years of age the Princess had regular gov-
and a blue sash, and for ornament only a slim little ernesses and instructors, Prince Leopold, next in
gold chain with a locket hanging from it. But that years, sometimes joining in her lessons; but for the
the little Royal girl was very like others of her age most part she was alone in them, being so much
and sex was shown by her having one plump hand younger than the rest of the family. Amusements,
on her chain-- the bit of adornment evidently pleas- however, were not wanting. At Windsor she had
ing her as much as though she were, as the Ameri- her little out-of-door play-house, and there she
can child said, anybody else !" played regularly at keeping house, learning to
At the time this picture was taken the Princess cook, bake and brew, to sweep and dust, in the
was just beginning to have a life of special rules and most fascinating way, and in her own little garden
regulations. Hitherto she had only been Baby," cultivating flowers and, on a very small scale, vege-
a universal pet and favorite, always merry, good tables and fruit! Only on rare occasions during
humored and attractive, and up to the last her fath- her childish days was the young Princess seen in
er's darling. public. A story is told of her escaping from her
One of the last cheerful hours which the Prince governess one day in the Crystal Palace during
spent with his family was touchingly described to some special "show," so anxious was she to dis-
me. "Baby came in for her full share of notice, cover what was going on in some distant portion
and the Prince for nearly half an hour walked up of the hall they were in, indications of which had
and down the room with Beatrice in his arms, tell- attracted her attention. How she contrived it is
ing her stories, and enjoying her merry prattle. not told, but at all events she reached the desired
She was extravagantly fond of music, and still hold- point without detection and found herself in a group
ing her in his arms the Prince went to the piano, of children around a table. Some careful pur-
and sang and played for her little German Kinder- chases were in contemplation and the little stranger
scene which the Princess has never since for- was allowed to look at the things and express her
gotten, remembering keenly, she says, the very opinion. She was in the act of calmly saying she
cadence of his voice and the touch of his fingers on wished some of the things herself, when the woman
the keys. at the stall recognized her. There was a quick
With the first hour of relief from the Queen's murmur, "it's the Princess Beatrice," and a con-
agony of woe at the Prince Consort's death, the sternation among the company; for how and why
baby of the household was associated. Stricken by she was there was not apparent. A motherly-look-
her loss, the Queen could not weep; but the effect ing woman in the little crowd stepped forward and
upon her brain and nerves terrified all around her. said in broad Scotch, Eh, but she only a chid
Pale as death, but dry-eyed, sleepless, and cold, the after all, and we can take her to her ain easy enough."
poor widowed lady could not be roused. The physi- And with little ceremony the young Princess was
cians declared that tears would be her salvation, but picked up and carried back to "her ain in the
unless they came some dreadful illness must ensue. Scotch woman's strong arms! Whatever was said
It was night; the Queen was in bed, and in the or done afterwards, the Princess never tried to
nurseries the children were all asleep. Lady L- mingle with the masses on any subsequent oc.
the wife of a well known church dignitary and one of casion; indeed as a child and growing girl, her rep-
the Queen's most intimate friends, went to the Prin- utation among the people was that of somewhat
cess Beatrice's crib, lifted the child, still sleeping, haughty exclusiveness.
from it, and, in spite of remonstrances from the head The routine of the Princess' life was arranged by
nurse, carried the little one to her mother's room, the Queen herself, and the superintendence of her


education, although nominally in the hands of much freedom in driving, walking, or boating. At
others, was watched over carefully by the Royal Balmoral above all, the restraint of court etiquette
mother. Regular hours were enforced beginning was frequently laid aside the Princess going about
with the eight o'clock breakfast, after which was an quite informally visiting the cottagers, nearly all
hour of out-of-door exercise walking, or playing, of whom are on the friendliest social terms with the
or riding on the ponies brought from Scotland for Queen and her youngest daughter.
the Queen's children; a morning of study and read- A photograph of the Princess at Balmoral shows
ing followed, sometimes diversified by a visit from her in homelike dress, and easy attitude in one of
the Queen who either examined the little scholar or the garden chairs; her favorite dog curled up at her
listened to her recitations, discussing the child's feet, her book open on her knee; some trifles
progress with the governess in a sociable way. scattered near, as if she had been sewing or em-
When suggestions were to be made, the Queen was broidering, while her eyes are lifted with a pleas-
always careful not to seem to interfere with the ant smile in them to a lady standing at her side.
teacher's authority, and even the request for an This picture, one of a private collection, suggests
extra holiday had to be formally made through the the Princess at home very agreeably. There, it is
governess and with her full sanction. Masters in said, she is full of animation, good spirits and kind-
music, drawing, the languages and dancing came heartedness; but her entire devotion to the Queen
regularly, and like all the English Royal family, has kept her from the sort of friendly intercourse
Princess Beatrice is a good linguist and excellent with the public which has made the rest of the
musician. Royal family so popular. Perhaps no young lady in
On one occasion her music-master, desiring to England has seen as little of society as the Queen's
show the Queen how well his pupil was progressing, youngest daughter; she has paid very few even of the
suggested they should practice some duets for her country house visits which are frequent with other
Majesty's benefit. Princess Beatrice was much members of the Royal family, and gone to but few
pleased and they labored some weeks over the balls during the ten London seasons since she was
Fifth Symphony, and some arrangement of Men- first formally "in society." The state balls at Buck-
.delssohn's best overtures. When the evening came ingham Palace have been her most festive occasions
for the Queen to hear this music, the Princess was and these, although very magnificent as spectacles,
rather alarmed, but her master assured her she can scarcely be interesting to the young Princess,
would do well. Judge however of her astonish- since it is her place at such times only to receive
ment on finding placed before her some music she formally.
had never seen Perhaps, however, the most amusing part is the
Vainly did she protest that it was quite impossi- supper which is in its way rather sociable. Only
ble-she could not read it; all however sotto-voce to certain people are invited to the Banqueting room
Professor H- He insisted that she could, and with the Royal family, but it is not uncommon to
so off they started; the Princess' fright gradually find several Americans in the company, owing to
lessening as she saw that she was doing fairly well, diplomatic invitations or the distinction always
and ending by a genuine success. Professor H- shown an American visitor of note. At a stated
explained that he had desired to show the Queen hour the supper-room doors are open; the Royal
by this bit of strategy the real proficiency of the family enter first, followed by the specially-invited
Princess whose pluck he knew would carry her guests. As soon as they have passed in, the doors
through. are closed; the Royal people seat themselves at a

Although so great a favorite with her mother, and table at one end of the room, while their guests are
inclined as I have said to a coldness of manner not grouped at small tables ranged about, the only dif-
characteristic of the Royal family, the Princess was ference in service being that all articles used on the
not a spoiled child, and was made to exercise self- Royal table are of gold, while those upon the other
control and submit to a great deal of discipline tables are of silver.
and restraint when in London or even at Windsor, Few scenes are more brilliant however so far as
so that it is no wonder she welcomed the visits to splendor of decoration, toilettes, uniforms and illu-
Osborne or Balmoral where she has always had so mination are concerned, for the court regulations


of dress make a magnificent attire necessary; the lines by a marriage which would associate the na-
trained satins, plumed head dresses, and the blaze tion with one who was the other's enemy, and so
of jewels go far to the embellishing the scene, while, you see however far from the Crown a prince or
to the least among the servants in attendance, a princess may be, there is all this to be thought of
" bravery of gold lace or silver, of scarlet coating before a marriage is sanctioned-; then it must be
and white silk stockings, is required. The Queen's formally announced by the Queen to Parliament and
own band plays during the supper; flowers make the country, and the government is expected to
the long room like a summer garden, and the most settle an annuity on the bride or bridegroom-elect.
dazzling Venetian glass is added to the gold and But the home formalities are less severe. Nat-
silver service of the tables. Although the Queen urally the proposal is made in a very ceremonious
herself is rarely seen at these state entertainments, manner, and it is not openly discussed until the
she is punctilious to the last degree about the form- Queen has decided to favor it. Then it is her place
alities attending them, and any oversight on the to give the young man permission to address the
part of the officials who are in charge meets her Princess, who, however, has been privately allowed
prompt disapproval. to express her own opinion; after which the con-
During this hour of supper-room seclusion the gratulations of the family are mingled with a quiet
Royal family and such of their guests as are of Royal homelike festivity to make the event as like any
rank, often move about the room talking to this one ordinary betrothal as possible.
or that, and evidently enjoying this social part of In the case of the Princess Beatrice, marriage
the evening very much. An American lady who will make but little difference in her home life since,
was present during a state-ball supper two years owing to the Queen's loneliness, the "Kleine Mad-
ago wrote as follows: chen," dear companion of her widowed life, will not
The Prince of Battenberg was very cordial and leave Windsor, so that we may infer as Princess of
pleasant. He is visiting London, you know, and Battenberg she will have much the same daily life
is apparently well-pleased with everything--his as heretofore; and a glimpse in upon her routine,
American friends included. He is as handsome her surroundings to-day, will indicate what it will
as an ideal Prince in a fairy story, dances uncom- be in the future.
only well and talks better. What a pity he is Let us begin with what we may consider the Prin-
only one of the numerous 'small' German Prin- cess' own household the people directly in her
ces, and for his rank, 'poor.'" service.
It was, however, during this very visit that the Court etiquette and custom prescribe that as soon
first idea of a marriage between Princess Beatrice as a Princess leaves the schoolroom, a special "lady-
and the handsome young Henry of Battenberg was in-waiting," or companion, be assigned her. The
discussed; but a great many points have to be con- duties of this lady are not severe, although she
sidered in royal alliances which need not- happily must, of course, accommodate her "times and sea-
-disturb the peace of obscurer people who con- sons" to that of the Princess; but when in tete-e-
template a similar change in their state; the first tete there is very little of the restraint or formality
question naturally is that of the nearness of the in their intercourse which made the court of Queen
Prince or Princess to a throne. Charlotte, the wife of George III., so dreary to
The chances of succession for the Queen's young- every one connected with it. In those days the
est daughter are so remote that they need scarcely ladies of the court waited long for permission to sit
be considered at all; nearly forty heirs being in down, never began a conversation and rarely ad-
"advance right" of her claim. This point, there- vanced an idea; but times and feelings as well as
fore, may readily be waived, and the marriage of customs have changed. The Princess Beatrice's
the Princess Beatrice considered as one of affec- lady is her friend and associate ; they talk, work,
tion and mutual choice; but in every royal marriage read together of a morning, share their drives and
singular though it may seem, the opinion of differ- walks, and have much in common, while the "lady"
ent foreign princes has to be taken into considera- is at far greater liberty than her royal mistress.
tion. Offence may be easily given to some country She can go out into the general world and lead a
with whom England is on special terms of friend- far wider life than that which belongs to Windsor


or Balmoral; but a rule absolutely enforced, and eigner, so that the languages so early and fluently
which I have never known to be infringed upon, is acquired are kept up. Next come the "dressers"
that in company one of the Royal household must of the Princess, whose duties are like those of any
never speak of the details connected with his or her ladies-maid; there are two, and they are expected
court-life: a fact which accounts for the scarcity of to take entire charge of the Princess' wardrobe
reliable chit-chat about Royal people. Those most which, be it known except in the matter of jewels
intimately associated with the Queen and her fam- -is far more simple than that of any American
ily are from etiquette most reticent. girl of fashion. Having seen the Princess re-
The usual period of waiting," or attendance, is peatedly, I can venture to say that I never but once
three months; but in the case of the Princess saw her dressed as elegantly or richly as any so-
Beatrice this time is often extended her lady called American "society girl would have been at-
tired on similar occasions. Of the exception I will
speak later.
I recall the tall fair English-looking girl on one
summer's day in a pretty blue and white linen gown,
with a gray and blue straw bonnet, graygant desuede
and a white parasol, driving with her companion
to one of the hospitals she patronizes; again at an
artist's studio, in the plainest of tailor-made cloth
costumes, with a cloth "toque" and long dark
gloves; and once in the Park on a brilliant June
afternoon in white camel's hair, or nun's veiling,
with a huge bouquet of damask roses in her hands.
But the impression was always of absolute simplic-
ity, so that perhaps the purity of her complexion,
the pretty tints of her hair, and her large quiet eyes
were the more attractive; one had time to think of
their girlish charm.
When at home the Princess has in her service a
special page or man-servant, and her lady-in-wait-
ing has one also provided by the house steward;
their duties are to answer the bells belonging to the
Princess' rooms, or perform any of the errands or
messages the Princess or her lady require. All
letters for the Princess, excepting those sent or re-
ceived by the people known as "Queen's messen-
H. S. H. PRINCE HENRY OF BATTENBERG. gers," come first to the custody of an official at
court, and only such as the Princess considers
companion being unmarried and consequently hav- worth while are answered. The letters from her
ing no rigid home-ties such as have to govern many regular correspondents in the family are all sent
of the ladies attached to the Queen's household. by special messengers, several of whom are con-
With these constant companions habits of familiar stantly employed going back and forth between
intercourse are formed and bonds of truest friend- England and other countries. In this connection I
ship made; the English Royal family being noted might say that a large portion of Princess Beatrice's
for their loyalty to those who have served them or time, hitherto, has been devoted to her mother's
been their friends. A second lady belonging to the private correspondence, of which she has had
Princess' retinue has the duty of reader and secre- almost the entire charge; and it is said that she
tary, added to the performance of various general herself writes the most fascinating letters, full of
small offices, such as a lady in a lower rank of life "wit and wisdom."
would do for herself; and this attendant is a for- It may be interesting to young readers to know


something of the etiquette which governs the Prin- ring and told us something novel about recent exca-
cess' social life. To begin with the matter of visits: vations with what J- called a very pretty power
These are regulated by the Princess herself. That of description.' She is rather too dignified for her
is, she invites the call, although when a person with years, and a trifle cold except when animated by
whom she is well acquainted has any special rea- conversation, but otherwise fair and sweet in face
son for desiring to see her, it may be made known and manner. . The Queen breakfasts in
through her lady-in-waiting, who then writes or her apartments with the Princess, Brown in attend-
sends word to the friend that at such a time her ance, and afterwards receives visits from the people
Royal Highness would be glad to receive a visit; in the house, walks or drives in the Park and about.
when a more extended invitation is to be given it Her dinner party is always small, Lady N- says,
again comes through the Princess' companion. On and she will not come regularly to the long drawing-
arriving at Windsor the guest is conducted to the
Princess' private sitting-room, where she remains
until the Princess gives some signal for her to with-
draw, the only special formality attending the visit.
I have seen the Princess in a small, rather informal
company when people were brought up by her re-
quest to be introduced to her, and the only differ-
ence noticeable in their manner and that of others
in the rooms, was the little sort of courtesy made
on going up. and leaving. The conversation was
free and sociable, the Princess animated and very
much entertained, it would appear, by what was
said to her.
When she desires to visit any special place the
studio of an artist or to see any special collection,
let us say the artist, or owner, is notified, and of
course other guests are for the time being excluded;
the Princess and her attendants, however, coming
with very little ceremony.
Occasionally the Queen and her youngest daugh-
ter have made brief visits to some of their friends'
large country-houses, and on such occasions spe-
cial suites of rooms are set aside for the use of the
Royal party, and of course while they are being
entertained the host and hostess regulate all the
movements of their household in accordance with
the Queen's wishes. U. R. H. PRINCESS BEATRICE.
I turn again to notes from letters loaned me:
"The Queen, Princess Beatrice and suite ar- room. . I was honored by an invitation
rived last evening to remain three days," writes a 'up stairs' to-day, and heard the Princess play-
guest from N- Castle. "I was greatly interested she is an admirable musician. Charles Halle has
in seeing the young Princess after dinner when she taught her well, she has thoroughly his precision.
came into the long drawing-room with the other She is very fond of German music and gives it in
ladies anC talked half an hour or so. She is very the right way. She and the Queen play duets a
pleasing; exceedingly intelligent and quick in the great deal, J- says."
way she notices what is said about her. In fact she This short extract conveys some idea of the exclu-
is to speak plainly not devoid of the usual curi- siveness which attends even a visit from Royalty.
osity of her sex about small matters as well as great. The other guests in the house, although invited with
She was much entertained by J- 's Pompeian a special view to meeting the Queen or Princess,


must await a summons, and are honored by the that every eye was strained to gaze upon the small
half-hour's after-dinner chat in the drawing-room; dignified little lady of middle age and a very fair
but we must remember that Royalty is part and pleasing countenance, whom Lord Beaconsfield as-
parcel of the nation, and its personaldignity has to be sisted first from the railway carriage, and who stood
maintained as severely as a military discipline a little while among us on the platform.
that kind of exclusiveness being as necessary an But I confess my interest was very great in the
adjunct as is the pomp and ceremony of field parade, young Princess then in her twenty-fourth year -
One autumn day we found ourselves part of a who, with one lady-in-waiting, accompanied her.
company waiting to receive the Queen and Princess Dressed in some very rich dark fabric with the
Beatrice at a country railway station in England. finest of sable for trimmings, the Princess Beatrice
The occasion was so important a one that all the looked very thoroughly like one's idea of what a
townspeople would like to have made it very "Queen's daughter" should be. Tall, and very
demonstrative, but the Queen had desired to have stately in demeanor, she possesses the fair color-
the visit pass off quietly as possible. However, there ing of her father's race, with a mingling of the
was a large crowd gathered on either side of the Teuton and Saxon, like all the Queen's children,
railed-off portion of the platform, and everywhere but with something more regular in the outline of
as gay-looking decorations as they could devise in feature, and at the same time of a decidedly vigor-
a quiet way" and. on a few hours' notice. The ous type; the clear pink-and-white tone of her skin,
Queen and the Princess were coming to lunch and the red lips, the strength of shoulder, and the finely-
spend the morning with the Prime Minister, Lord carried head all contriving to make the Princess
Beaconsfield,.whose grand country-house was about Beatrice a fair representative English maiden.
three miles from this little station, and pretty pros- As the only one of the Queen's daughters who
perous town. A small party of the "gentry in the belongs to the young generation as it were, a special
neighborhood were with Lord Beaconsfield at the interest attaches to her life and her marriage; and in
station, and, as we chanced to be the guests of one spite of all maternal fondness, and the fact that she
of the gentlemen in the party, we had a pleasant will not make a new home of her own, the real
opportunity of seeing the Royal party almost in 'family-life of Queen Victoria ends when her daugh-
what might be considered an informal way. So ter Beatrice shall be known as the Princess of Bat-
rarely do her subjects see the Queen of England tenberg.


LE MATIN. After the. painting by Jules Breton.



I WAS seated here in my little book-room, one lounge, but no fourth could I get to sit beside
afternoon not long ago, when a wonderful cir- them, and the two remaining groups dis osed them-
cumstance befell me of which I must tell you. The selves on opposite sides of the room, while Mr.
door opened and a large card was handed to me, Caxton himself took the rocking-chair in which lit-
bearing upon it in black letters the name William tle Dorothea had but a few moments before been
Caxton, printer." beguiled to sleep in her mother's arms. I looked
Show the gentleman up," I said to the servant, at him as he sat there. It was evidently a gentle-
Shure, an' there's tin av thim !" she exclaimed man of culture and wealth.
with an air that made me suspicious that a regiment He said that he had been a resident of London
of foot, or a company of armed police was about four hundred years before, and should not have been
to enter my peaceful abode. She retired, however, in this part of the world now, had not one Mr. Henry
and there stood before me the owner of the card. Stevens, of London, a sort of Green Mountain boy,
He was a veritable antique. A long white beard made him uneasy and finally drawn him out of re-
covered the most of his face that was not hidden tirement by a celebration gotten up in his honor a
by his round fur cap and shaggy eyebrows. I could few years previous. He confessed that he had
have called him Santa Claus, if he had not borne done some good printing in his day, but he had not
himself with more dignity than that jolly old saint supposed that it would have been remembered after
usually exhibits. With a low bow and the accents so many years. He was so much astonished that
of an educated gentleman, he advanced to my writ- he had been unable to rest quiet, and, having re-
ing-table as I rose to meet him. Casting a hasty turned to the world again, had taken up a sort of
glance about my little room, he said, in effect, that pilgrim-staff, and was out on a tour of inspection
- he was accompanied by a few friends who wished of foreign parts. There was, he added, much more
to make the acquaintance of one who did not de- of a world to be seen than he had known before.
spise men or things because they were old, but that No one had ever heard of America in his first days
only a portion of the party would come in at once. on earth. As for printing, it almost took his breath
The others, he said, would stroll over the Common, away to think how fast the presses make books
wonder why the soldier on the Monument had got now and the old man rocked back and forth so
out of the sentry-box to stand on the top of it, or rapidly, as he reflected on the activity of pressmen
read the inscription on the tombstone beneath the and compositors, that I expected to see him fall
Washington Elm. back flat on his back in spasms. Soon, however,
I assured Mr. Caxton that there was no need of he became composed enough to say that he could
doing so, that in fact I preferred to see his entire not think of visiting America without bringing his
party at once, and I proceeded to demonstrate to "nine" with him.
him that four peacefully disposed men might sit on By way of helping forward the conversation, I
my capacious lounge, one in the rocking-chair, and asked if my caller had come to our shores to fill an
that the five remaining might be otherwise provided engagement for a match game, for I knew that the
for. He assured me, on the other hand, that they Harvard "nine had sent challenges to clubs in
had all of them been so long seated in the horse- England; but my remark was lost, and Mr. Caxton
car that standing would be a luxurious change, cast a glance at some small volumes on the top
Hardly had this explanation been made, when I shelf of a bookcase and continued:
heard a tramp, tramp, tramp on my doorsteps, and "You know all about my nine," said he, "for
a rattling of side-arms and coats of mail, and lo, there are three books that have the appearance of
the nine companions of my visitor entered, in com- having been read more than once, and oftener than
panies of three each. Three took seats on the the three next to them."


I looked up, and there stood old Sir Thomas though it was about thirty-three hundred years
Malory's Most Ancient and Famous History of ago; but how these poets do dress things up!
the Renowned Prince Arthur," and by its side the The little fellow was afraid of my brass helmet
romance of Amadis of Gaul the one worn by use, and horsehair plume, and I was sad at parting
the other fresh and new. Hardly had I seen them with Andromache, but I did not talk to them in
before my friend took down the first volume of the metre I am not that sort of a man. We had
former set, and, pointing to the prologue, exclaimed, the matter all talked over before, and I was in a ter-
There read my words. I wrote them, and set rible hurry. I only wiped my eyes, and kissed my
every type of them with these hands, at the Abbey wife, and said, 'Now Annie, dear, run home and
of Westminster, in the year 1485 There I intro- keep busy. Take good care of Mandri, and 'I'll
duced my nine to you. On the lounge before you, come back as soon as I can.' I didn't tell her
behold the three paynimss,' who were, as I wrote, that I was to be killed, and she taken prisoner,
S'tofore the incarnacyon of Christ' Hector of for I wished to keep her spirits up. I did tell her
Troy, Alexander the Great and Julius Caesar. By that I would not keep out of battle like a coward,
the window, stand the three Jews, Joshua, who and she said that she honored me for my pluck.
brought the people into the land of behest,' David, I am interested, in this book, though, and thank
who was king in Jerusalem, and Judas Maccabeus, the poet for making me appear so noble. By your
who stood up for his country's rights. By the par- leave, I will read some more of it." With these
lor door are seated King Arthur, of whom the vol- words noble Hector sank back on the broad lounge
umes tell, Charlemagne the great emperor, and and was not heard to say any more.
Godfrey of Boulogne, who went to the Crusades. Just then Alexander the Great, who sat next the
They fought on opposite sides when in the world gentleman from Troy, reached over him, and
the first time, but they keep peace as they travel grasping the elegant sword that hung at the side
with me, by holding their peace." At this little of Judas Maccabeus, exclaimed, "Where did you
pun all the heroes smiled beneath their raised hand- get that, my fine fellow ? I gave that sword to
kerchiefs. Ptolemy and told him to keep it." At these words
I was about to welcome the Nine Worthies to Judas rose to protect his treasure, and at the same
the New World, when it occurred to me that they moment Charlemagne and King Arthur started
must have astonished the ladies and gentlemen in and slapped their scabbards, to be sure that their
the horse-car, as they came out from Boston. You precious weapons, Durentaille and Excalibar, were
see that I think all good things must come from safe. They sat down satisfied, but not too soon
Boston. On a second thought I concluded that to startle me by their commanding appearance.
they would have been recognized as the remains Charlemagne was nearly six feet and a half in
of some "Old South Ball," and would not have height. His face, though very attractive, was
been disturbed by curious questions. The imagi- dominated by a remarkably prominent nose, and
nation of the scene was, however, too much for my his flowing gray hair made his appearance charm-
gravity, and I fell back in my chair and found ing. While I was engaged scrutinizing this great
relief in a hearty laugh. When I had regained light of the Continent in the Middle Age, Judas
my composure I noticed that laughter was catch- explained his title to the sword, Recuite, by show-
ing, for there stood Hector, at the end of the ing how Ptolemy Epiphanes had given it to him,
lounge, holding his sides with both hands, and roar- and he told also of the wonders it wrought in the
ing until his beamy helm shook and his side arms battles of the Jews against the oppressive Syrians,
rattled at a merry rate. He had picked up Bry- a century and a half after the death of Alexander.
ant's Iliad, and opening it at the end of the sixth At this juncture, Mr. Caxton remarked that
book, had read the affecting account of his own being an Englishman, he did not feel at home in a
parting with his wife and child at the Scean gate rocking-chair, and asked Julius Caesar to change
of Troy. seats with him, a movement which brought the
"I remember," said the valiant hero, what a Roman hero face to face with the great Briton.
hunt I was obliged to make for Andromache and Arthur said:
Scamandrius, and how I found them at the gate, "By the way, Julius, I have always been inter-


ested in one of your books. We used it in school and that Hector and Alexander had nudged each
when I was a boy. It began: 'Alexander fauces other and finally called Casar to a whispered con-
jugi, que Pyle appellantur, intravit.'" ference. A moment later Hector arose, drew his
"No, no!" interposed Alexander. "You mis- sword, and exclaimed, that he and his two Gentile
take. Your quotation is from a book that Quintus companions could not sit still and hear such re-
Curtius wrote about me." marks made, and that unless Mr. Caxton ceased
"I stand corrected," said the Briton. "I should his aspersion of the "pagans," as he was pleased
have said, Gallia est omnis divisa in fartes tres.' to call him and his fellows, there would be trouble.
The book gave an account of Ancient Gaul, and I noticed that Casar, in unsheathing his sword,
contained also much that interested me about my had knocked down the portrait of Mr. Howells
own ancestors." that hung on the wall and had broken it into many
"I confess," said Casar, "that for once I found pieces. The three Christians, in their haste, had
my match, when I met the Gauls. I wrote also in overturned one of the bookcases and spilled the
a confident tone to the people at Rome, about my mucilage, and, amid the swords and fighting men,
Conquest' of Briton, but I am free to say now my position was becoming an embarrassing one.
that I had an eye to political effect in my I called upon the heroes to remember that their
dispatches." reputations-the growth of centuries-were in
Upon this Godfrey of Boulogne arose and said, danger. My words were in vain, however. Mr.
"I am the latest born of all this company, except Caxton incontinently jumped out of the window
our Marshal, and I remember that it was said and has not since been heard from. The desk
that after great Julius left Britain an influence was my only protection. Meantime the strokes of
from Rome remained for hundreds of years, and the swords grew more and more frightful, and it
that when the last Latin left the land, it fell into was evident that there would be no peace until the
a bad state, and would have become prey to in- warriors had all been put hors du combat.
vading Saxons, had not Arthur arisen to lead his Late in the afternoon, as I was about to call
people to victory." Nolan to pick up the remains of the scattered
"True," said Charlemagne, "I was born two armor, and to sweep out the library, I was startled
hundred years after Arthur had left the scene, and by a voice that said, My dear, how long you have
the memory of his twelve great battles, in which he slept We have knocked on your door three times,
was victorious over the Saxons, was as fresh then to let you know that dinner is on the table."
as the daily exploits of my own noble Paladins." I was happy to know that that which had been
"And they always shall be fresh," exclaimed so real to me was but a vision. I could scarcely
Caxton, "for the story that I printed has been believe that I had not really seen the Nine Wor-
married to immortal verse by a 'maker' who still this, so deep an impression had the scenes of my
lives and sings, the greatest poet of our 'nook- dream made upon me. As I meditate upon it
shorten isle' of Albion, as some one has called it. now, I realize, more than ever I have, the differ-
Ah, I remember another poet who sung your ences between our days and the olden times of
praises, my dear Godfrey, and well he might have which we read so much. The time is long past,
done so. When I think how the great Duke when men take offence so readily and so con-
Joshua led the chosen people into the land of be- stantly look out for some cause for quarrels.
hest, and how the great King David fought the They do not now draw their swords and cut and kill
battles which put the kingdom of Israel on a firm one another, in the fashion of the knights of old.
foundation-(here Joshua and David bowed their They are not so ready to fight as David was, nor
heads modestly)-when I think of all this my as Hector, Alexander and Casar were.
heart swells with indignation at the desecration of I suppose that I must consider it all a dream,
the detested paynimss' who held Jerusalem so but I shall never cease to congratulate myself that
long. I am thrilled with admiration of your deeds I have seen the old heroes, and their historic
of valor in the Holy Land!" swords, nor shall I soon lose my desire to know
While this speech had progressed, I noticed where William Caxton went when he took flight
that Caxton had grown more and more excited, from my window.


T HE ship was nearing the Irish coast. It At this the dark boy stopped in his violent at-
was a delightful June day and most of the tacks on the steward's legs and said, breathlessly:
passengers were on deck. Two ladies sat a little "Well, you ain't such a milksop after all, Ned !"
apart from the crowd of ship-chairs under the cabin No, no," said the purser; no fighting on the
awning. One was fair, plump, pretty and dressed Gallia. You two young gentlemen must promise
in black; the cabin passengers called her "the to let each other alone while you are on shipboard
lovely widow." She was a Mrs. Morris on her way or "-
to Europe to join her brother, accompanied by her "O, promise, Ned," the dark boy interrupted,
two nephews (sons of two brothers), her sister "we can have it out on shore, you know! Say, I
Nora, and her maid. The other lady was Miss promise, let me go."
Nora. She was much younger than her sister whom "I promise, too, then," said the fair boy.
she did not resemble in the least, being a tall "Mind you both remember," said the purser, re-
straight, slim, handsome young woman with black leasing his captive; and turning to Mrs. Morris:
hair and dark gray eyes in which sparkled a sus- "No harm done yet, ma'am."
picious gleam of mirth. Both boys recognized their aunt; they had been
Mrs. Morris was speaking: "He is a perfect too busy with each other before to look about.
young savage! Such manners, and such grammar They stood silently by, Oscar grinning and Ed-
-I am sure no one would dream that his father mund frowning, while she apologized for their con-
was a bishop. Do you suppose all Western boys duct. Then she turned to them and led them to
are that way? And such a temper, too! I assure an impromptu court of justice behind the wheel-
you, Nora, he was fighting the whole time we were house. The proceedings were brief. Oscar told
in New York. And look at the way he treats his story. As usual, he related a perfectly plain,
Edmund I wonder the boy stands it poor nice uncolored tale, making no excuse for himself.
fellow!" "We were up on deck, aunt Nellie and aunt
"Edmund is nice," answered Nora, "but Oscar Nora, and Ned was reading and us boys wanted
has his good points -what are they all crowding him to play shovel-board and he wouldn't; so, just
aft for?" for fun, I tried to show the boys--while he was
With an exclamation of "Those dreadful chil- reading, you know how near I could come td
dren! the elder lady extricated herself from her hitting his cap and not hit it; 'and I made a mis-
rug and hurried aft. Nora followed. Evidently take and hit it and just then the wind blowed and
there had been a quarrel of some sort. The pur- it went overboard, and the boys laughed and he
ser and the deck-steward were each holding a boy. jumped up and said, 'Who knocked my hat off ?'
The steward's captive, a handsome, flushed, and I said it was me, and he said he wasn't going
black-haired lad of thirteen, was kicking and push- to take any more bullying from me and up and hit
ing and making violent efforts to wriggle out be- me in the face and then I hit him back. I told
tween the steward's legs. The other lad stood him I was only fooling, but he didn't mind and
perfectly quiet. He was taller than the dark boy kept on getting madder and hitting till I got mad
and might have been two years older, but he was too and -that's how it happened. But I didn't
of a much slighter build. His fair hair was dis- mean to knock his hat off, and I'll fight him all he
ordered, his nose bleeding, and his collar torn. wants on shore."
Looking up into the purser's face, he said in a low "I didn't know he was fooling," said Edmund,
tone, "Please let us fight it out, he'll bully me again, "and aunt Nellie, it isn't just this time; I don't
if you don't!" mind once; but it's all the time and--and I truly


can't bear it I" The boy's pale face flushed as he East. The New York boys were amused by his
spoke; his voice trembled over the last words and Western way of speaking and showed their amuse-
he turned his head away, winking his eyes hard. ment openly. They made fun of his dress, too,
Oscar's own eyes grew round with amazement; it which to be sure was rather queer, for his mother had
was all he could do to keep from whistling. He been dead many years and the bishop, good man,
listened to his aunt's reproaches in silence, ab- was only anxious to encourage the tradespeople in
tractedly sliding up and down a freshly tarred his own town, and took whatever they were pleased
rope; and, at their close, when sentence was pro- to offer. Mrs. Morris soon reformed his wardrobe,
nounced (keeping his high spirits below deck the and Oscar went to work, himself, reforming his tor-
rest of the day), he merely nodded his head and mentors' manners with his fists. He was in the
walked off, saying: "All right, aunt Nellie, that's full career of his missionary work, and well coy-
fair enough, I am sure; I'll stay all right." ered with bruises, when it came time to sail.


"Well! said Mrs. Morris in a puzzled way, Edmund was the only New York boy now left
"did ever one see such a boy? I don't believe he him. It happened that Edmund had taken little
cares a particle Mercy !" The last ejaculation notice of Oscar, thinking him a rude, quarrelsome,
was caused by her seeing Oscar's back. noisy fellow; while Oscar had a slight opinion of
Let him go," said Nora, who was shrewder than Edmund a boy who did not fight, or play games,
her sister; don't say anything about that to-day; and always afraid of soiling his clothes. He said
I'm not sure about his not caring." to himself that he would "give Ned a pretty lively
Oscar went directly to the cabin. His young voyage." At first, Edmund was simply scornful;
head was fully occupied trying to make out his then he became irritated -at last, angry in good
cousin's behavior. The two boys had never seen earnest. The quarrel was the sequel of a series of
each other until they met in New York, about a petty annoyances. Nevertheless it bewildered Os-
week previous to sailing. It was Oscar's first visit car. Ned had not acted in the least as expected.


He could fight; and though he fought in an igno- Oscar was evidently impressed. But his preju-
rant, unskilful fashion that aroused Oscar's pity, dice made a last rally. He muttered something
he could fight vigorously, and take hard knocks about Ned's being a nice boy if he ware not so
without whimpering. Most marvelous of all, airy; always "fussing about his clothes and talk-
" Ned whom he had pictured wrapt in self-admir- ing in a mincing way just like a New York boy."
ation because he lived in New York and his father Do you remember," said Nora, how the boys
was so rich Ned had been hurt by the teasing. plagued you in New York, merely because you
While he thought, the boy sat with his feet curled didn't talk and dress quite as they do? Didn't
up under him on the long cabin seat that looks out you think it mean of them ?"
on the sea; and his cheek was pressed against a "Mean as dirt," Oscar said promptly; "and I
little grimy hand. He could see the steel-blue made 'em sick of it, too. I guess they won't iry
waves moving toward the ship in wide scallops and it on another Western feller!"
the white sea-gulls flying between the ocean and But, my. dear boy, don't you see you are doing
the sky. Yet he hardly noticed them; so deeply the same thing? You tease Ned and make him un-
was he thinking that he started when a hand was happy because he doesn't dress and talk like the
laid on his shoulder. boys you know at home."
Then he saw and pulled aunt Nora down beside Oscar shrugged his shoulders; then he laughed.
him. "What were you thinking of ?" said she. "Maybe you're right, aunt Nora. Anyhow I didn't
"Of Ned," he answered. He ain't so mean as I mean to be mean and I'm willing to make up if
thought he was. At any rate he ain't a coward." Ned is!"
"I could have told you better that that," said Nora squeezed the little grimy hand so affection-
Nora. Why, Oscar, once I saw him hold a mad ately that he shrank back lest she should kiss him,
dog so that some little girls could run away. He before everybody" the erratic and inconsider-
held it until a man came running up and knocked ate conduct of women in kissing boys was one of
the poor beast over the head. It was Ned's favor- his trials. However she was more judicious. She
ite dog, too, and when it had drawn its last breath went on: "I knew I could trust you to be just,
he sat down and cried over it." Oscar. Only you must remember that Ned isn't
Humph," said Oscar, "he was pretty brave; impulsive like you; it takes him a long time to get
what did you do ?" over things. You have made him unhappy and he
"I was in the house; I ran down to him, but may not be ready to forgive you at a minute's notice.
when I got there the dog was dying. I heard Ned But if you persevere, I am sure he will understand
say, Oh! please kill him quick. Poor Louis!'" you and you will be the best friends possible."
Guess he felt bad," said Oscar. Privately, she resolved to try to soften Edmund's
He is fond of animals, even those most people resentment before Oscar should speak to him. But
dislike. Didn't you hear of his collection of the unfortunate Oscar did not let a moment slip.
snakes ? He has tamed them so that he can do No sooner was his aunt's back turned to speak to
anything with them. Once, most unluckily, they an acquaintance than he darted away "to find
got out of the box and came down stairs into the Ned." Ned was easily found. He was lying in
drawing-room which was filled with ladies." his berth so bundled up in a rug that only a patch
And they, every one, jumped on the chairs and of his hair was visible. The poor boy had been
hollered," said Oscar. crying; but of course Oscar could not know that.
"They did precisely that, Oscar; every one ex- He began in a loud, cheerful voice that grated on
cept your aunt Lizzie. She stood still and told us Edmund's nerves. "I say, Ned, s'pose we make
how harmless the snakes were until, knowing her up! we'd have lots more fun being friends; and
I suppose, they all glided up to her -when she I'll learn you how to box and everything."
climbed a chair, too, very quickly. Luckily Ned No answer.
happened to be in the house and heard the com- "Say, Ned, are you 'sleep ?"
motion and ran in. He whipped the snakes up "No, I'm not," came in a fierce, smothered
and wound them about his arm as coolly as though voice from the heap on the berth, and I wish
they had been pieces of rope." you'd leave me alone! "


"Then you don't want to make up and be or the wonderful old house, the front of which had
friends ?" said Oscar, in a changed voice.' not been changed since Henry and Elizabeth. As
"No, I don't." they went through the hall, he gazed in an awe-
"All right for you, then!" said Oscar. With stricken way at the great carved staircase and the
which withering sarcasm and a vast deal of dignity walls where armor was hanging and strangely fash-
he marched out of the room. "Catch me trying ioned weapons. He felt as though he were step-
that again," thought he. ping into the Middle Ages.
Nevertheless his pride was soon conquered by Meanwhile, Oscar, oblivious of the Middle Ages
his new admiration of Edmund and his longing for and every other improving subject, was getting
society. In a day or two he brought his best cap acquainted with the page. Oscar had seen pages,
to his cousin, saying with assumed carelessness: for the first time, in New York. He pitied them;
" You can have it, if you want it, for the one I they couldn't like it, rigged out in those ridiculous
knocked overboard." clothes and never able to laugh or play. Always
"Thanks," answered Edmund, stiffly; "I don't willing to talk, he did his best to amuse them.
want it; I've plenty of caps." Now he was busy questioning James: Did his high
He met all Oscar's rough yet timid advances in collar hurt him ? Did he have to rub up his but-
the same spirit. He was always civil, but an ice- tons to keep them bright? Did- here his aunt
berg would have been as companionable. To saw him and jerked him away.
Nora who remonstrated with him he said: "I From the hall they passed into a room as odd as
can't help it; I don't like him and I never shall delightful. All the woodwork was of oak, age-dark-
He's bullied me all the voyage and now he thinks ened to a brown-black, and most curiously carved.
he has only to ask me and I'll make up. I wish The mantelpiece had high pillars decorated with
he'd let me alone! ribbons and scrolls and shields and griffin's heads
"How unforgiving you are, Ned," said Nora, cut out of the wood; and deep shelves on which
"don't you ever do wrong things, yourself ?" were arranged queerly shaped and colored china
I never do mean things. And it's no use talk- vases, teapots and teacups. Oscar thought them
ing; I shall always despise him." ugly, wondering at the ladies' admiration. Before
She said no more, thinking, "I will leave it to the doors and windows hung tapestry curtains in
time. They will be so much together that they which pictures of hunting scenes were woven.
will have to like each other to be comfortable. If The stuff was darned in so many places that Oscar
only. Oscar doesn't lose his temper and take to quite pitied Lady Margaret who must have such
tormenting him again! old curtains; but Mrs. Morris gave a little scream
Happily Oscar kept his temper. He had a great of delight and cried Oh! and How priceless!"
notion of fairness and, once convinced that he had and something that sounded like Goblins I" But
done wrong, he took his punishment unflinchingly, though Oscar looked hard at the curtains to find
angry for the moment, sometimes, but bearing no the goblins, he saw none. Then his eyes strayed
malice, over the polished floor and the dull-hued rugs,
By this time the voyage had ended and they were over ebony and ivory cabinets and stiff-backed
in Warwickshire, visiting an English friend of Mrs. chairs, to be fixed, finally, by a huge Wardian case.
Morris. It was while there that they went one There were rocks in the case, coated with moss;
afternoon to drink tea with Lady Margaret Vin- ferns and strange sea-weeds grew on the edge of
cent. Lady Margaret was a Scotchwoman. She the water; crabs clung below; lizards crept above;
had married an Englishman (long since dead), and innumerable slimy things swam about, midway.
for many years had lived in England, but she trav- The case stood on a long table. Near it, on an-
elled far and often, having even been to America other box, half a dozen snakes lay coiled into one
which is considered a prodigious journey in Eng indistinguishable mass. Under the table three
land. monkey-like little creatures were dancing and chat-
Edmund was charmed with Lady Margaret's home. tering. A wee Scotch terrier ran about, sniffing at
He could not look enough at the quaint old garden the guests' clothing. Before the fire of coals -for
with its formal flower-beds and primly cut yew-trees; the day was chilly for June was stretched a


great white stag-hound. The room and all the an- sleeve and plunging a plump, white arm into the
imals made Oscar think of Alice's Adventures in water, "this, you know -just a frog! See how
Wonderland. tame! And people call them ugly! That's all
Lady Margaret was standing close to the stag- they know about it. Look at his beautiful skin
hound. Her tall, large figure was clad in black and his honest eye Isn't he handsome, now ?
satin; her fair old face was framed by abundant Here are some lizards, but they are not so inter-
white hair which had a gloss like silver; and her testing, quite pleasant, you know, but not fascinat-
dark eyes were bright as her diamonds. She ing, like frogs and snakes. Yes, my lad, I dare
greeted them cordially, at once taking a fancy to say you will be wanting to see the snakes. Here



Edmund because of his evident delight in animals, they are. They are as tame as they are beautiful."
Perhaps she might have thought better of Oscar, She isn't going to take them out in her hands,
had she not caught him in the act of winking at is she ?" Mrs. Morris whispered to her English
the page. Very soon she began to speak of the friend.
creatures about her. "Marmosets, my dears," "She always does," was the placid answer.
clutching one of the little chatterers under the "See!"
table; "they make a deal of noise, but like most Lady Margaret had made a bracelet of a snake
noisy people's talk it doesn't mean much. This is and was holding out her arm. One by one she
my aquarium; the sea-horses are most odd, don't added the others while Mrs. Morris; having inter-
you think? And here," coolly pushing back her posed her friend between her and the spectacle,
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controlled her nerves as best she could. "They try. Lady Margaret will hear us, I much fear!"
are quite harmless, quite, I assure you," said Lady "She's making tea at the other table. Besides
Margaret, making a reassuring gesture with her Mrs. Darrel and Eddy are talking to her. Nora,
arm on which it happened two snakes were coiled, are you sure that big dog is safe ? Did you hear
"Now, look, my lads, I'll put this one back; he is him growl ? it was an awfully fierce-sounding growl!
a well-meaning snake but rather stupid. This one And, Nora, I think one of the snakes 'is loose.
I'll lay on the table." There were six in the box and I can count only
Mrs. Morris rapidly retreated into the fire, step- five yes, Lady Margaret, the tea is quite right.
ping on the hound's tail by the way, and naturally It is delicious."
bringing oqt a deep growl which sent her back But though, in truth it was delicious, and though
again. equally to be praised were the thin bread and but-
Unconscious of her guest's alarm, Lady Mar- ter, the Scotch shortbread from Edinburgh, and
garet continued "His name is Marcus Aurelius; the English plum cake, Mrs. Morris never enjoyed
I call him that after the great Roman emperor, be- a repast less. She spent her time making little
cause he is so sweet-tempered and intelligent. See sorties with her feet at the marmosets which took
what a humorous expression he has (And, in it for play and returned to the attack with new
fact, the snake's tiny eyes and wide mouth had zest; and she whispered to Nora that she was
something the look of an ironical grin about them.) morally sure the sixth snake was crawling up her
Look See him follow me about the table. He chair.
knows his friends- don't you, my pet? Now, Nora, herself, was not at ease; nevertheless, her
Marcus, I'll put up my arm for a pole; make a patriotic politeness conquered; she ate everything,
monkey of yourself. Climb down, again. Now," looked at everything, praised everything. Lady
tapping the table, "be a dead snake Very good. Margaret found her "most agreeable."
Now, show them what you think of strangers. Mrs. Darrel had seen the snakes too often to be
She motioned to Oscar; but he edged back be- disturbed, and Edmund was in his element. As
hind Nora, muttering, "No, they are nasty!" for Oscar, he fell into sad disgrace he kicked the
Then Nora stepped forward. Instantly the snake marmosets. Lady Margaret was too kind to say
.coiled itself up, hissing, anything but Mrs. Morris did the subject justice
Now, you," said Lady Margaret to Edmund. all the way home. At least you might have kicked
"He won't be afraid of me," laughed Edmund, them, quietly, under the table," said she; but,
stretching forth his hand; come, pet !" no, you do it sideways in full view of everyone!"
And to Lady Margaret's surprise the snake came, The next day the party journeyed on towards
twining about the boy's wrist as it was used to London. The sun shone brightly and the weather
twine about hers. "Ah, you have my gift, my which had been so abnormally cold as to require
dear she cried, delighted, overcoats, or as the English term them, "top coats,"
She put the snake back in the box and excused grew warmer, so that there was nothing to mar
herself for a moment. The page brought in the enjoyment unless it were the lack of harmony be-
tea-tray. In a moment Lady Margaret returned tween the two boys. This still continued. If there
and made the tea. Mrs. Morris who had been were times when Edmund felt his dislike yielding
looking on all this while in a kind of trance of hor- ever so slightly to Oscar's good humor and gay
ror, recovered enough, at these refreshing signs, spirits, his pride and his contempt for his cousin
to sink into a chair by a low table. She clutched stiffened it at once.
her sister's arm Nora sat next to her and It was two days after their arrival in a quiet town
murmured, "Was there ever such an awful men- near London where they were to stay a few days
agerie of a house ?" for rest at a picturesque old inn, that Mrs. Morris
Be quiet," whispered Nora. received a letter from Mrs. Darrel. She read it at
I can't be quiet! Those dreadful little mon- the breakfast table. Before she was half down the
key things are under the table, nibbling at my first page she turned to Nora: "There! Didn't I
ankles. I shall have to scream! tell you one of those snakes was gone ? Listen to
"You can't scream. Don't disgrace your coun- this: 'Poor Lady Margaret is in such distress over


losing her pet snake, the one she called Marcus As though in response to his invitation a small
Aurelius. She thinks she didn't replace the cover head erected itself from the pocket, a small green
of the box securely the day you were there, for she head with glittering eyes, a head which had an in-
hasn't seen it since. She fears it crawled away describably droll and waggish air -the head, in
and wandered into the village and was killed, short, of the lost Marcus Aurelius. The intelligent
Isn't she a dear old goose ?' reptile immediately crawled out. He wound himself
"Was it the little trick-snake ?" said Oscar. about the hand Edmund held to him, curled under
"What a shame !" the boy's sleeve, nestled under his sleeve with
Edmund said nothing; he was sorry for Lady manifest pleasure at renewing the acquaintance.
Margaret and he was sorry for himself. The little It was plain enough to Edmund how it had hap-
Marcus Aurelius had made a deep impression on opened. The intelligent Marcus crawling into the
him; ever since he had been meditating the bold hall had spied the pocket of Edmund's coat and



venture of writing to Lady Margaret asking her if coolly entered. Once there, he had gone to sleep
she would sell or exchange that snake. and the unsuspecting Celeste had rolled the coat
He kept thinking of the matter all the morning, up in a strap not to undo it until now. So here
wondering what had become of Marcus. In the you are, you beauty," said Edmund, and I'll take
afternoon, he was to drive with his aunt Nora. good care of you while you are mine; I only wish
While he was dressing, Celeste, the maid, brought you could be mine forever!"
him his overcoat. Madame desired him to wear There was a candy-box on the table with a glass
it, as he had a cold. "Very well," said Edmund, cover. Of this he hastily made a prison, then sal-
obliging as usual. Approaching to put the coat lied out to find his captive some mice. They were
on, a little later, he stopped short. Surely the wind not the easiest thing in the world to get, requiring
didn't cause that singular flutter in the cloth I Then considerable seeking and talking. He did not
the flap moved. Come out! cried Edmund. venture to tell why he wanted mice; and he over


heard the housekeeper grumble: "Most extraor- "Of course I didn't," Oscar answered. "Did
dinary boys, those Americans I Do you expect he you think I'd do such a thing? I opened the
wants to eat them ?" door to speak to you and I saw it on the table and
By this time Nora was ready; he had hardly re- I remembered you'd been talking of buying some
placed the snake in the box before he heard her snakes, so I knew it was yours. I didn't go into
knock at the door. It was a charming day and the room at all, but this afternoon when I came
drive, yet I fear he saw little of the scenery. Alas, into my own room, Ned, its little green head was
that it must be confessed, a wicked thought had sticking out of my overcoat pocket ugh! I pretty
crept into his brain. He coveted Lady Margaret's near put my hand on it! I'd have called you, but
snake. He coveted it so ardently that he began you'd gone, and it wasn't any use calling aunt
to imagine how easy it would be for him to keep Nellie she'd just jump on the bed and scream;
it. There was a man in London who sold snakes. so I didn't know what to do, for I can't handle
Edmund had been up buying some snakes from those things like you, Ned, so I pushed its head
him which the man was to keep until he should down with my tooth brush and pinned up the pocket
want them. What more easy than to send Mar- with my scarf pin. Then I waited awhile for you
cus Aurelius to this saurian boarding-house ? Ah, and I thought it had gone into a torpid condition
what an ugly temptation for Edmund who had been like you read of, and Jack Dale came for me to go
called a good boy from his cradle. He would to see a Punch-and-Judy and when I got back the
have no more of it. But it came back again and little deceitful beggar had cleared out! I'm awful
finally, when he reached the inn, he had almost sorry, Ned."
decided to keep the snake. "Anyhow I'll take it Edmund from red, had turned pale; he did not
to Tomlin's" (Tomlin was the snake man), he said lift his eyes from the floor; he was feeling more
to himself; "there's no hurry." Yet in his secret ashamed of himself than he had ever thought to
soul he knew that once taken to Tomlin's, Marcus feel in his life. Poor, blundering Oscar whom he
Aurelius would never return to Lady Margaret. had despised had conquered his horror of snakes
Thus thinking, he went toward the box. -The snake to do a service to a boy who had never given him
was gone! Yes, gone, vanished absolutely, leav- a pleasant word; while he he had tried to steal
ing no trace either in the box or in the room. Lady Margaret's pet! Now Oscar was avowing
Vainly and long Edmund searched; either the his carelessness without a thought of concealment,
cover had not fitted exactly, or Marcus, the intelli- while he could not summon courage to tell the truth.
gent Marcus, had managed to remove it; in either "It may be in the rooms somewhere," he man-
case he had evidently set off anew on his travels, aged to say finally; "and never mind, Oscar, you
Edmund began to feel he had been a wicked boy. did your best to keep him."
He stood in the centre of the room, trying to col- "I'm awful sorry, I am, for a fact," said Oscar;
lect his wits. Oscar's room adjoined his; he could "but of course it's my fault. You're good not to
hear Oscar moving about, whistling out of tune. row me, Ned! "
Should he go in and search there? Standing, "Don't! said Edmund quickly.
irresolute, he heard a loud cry from his cousin. "Why"- began Oscar; but his words were
Sloped! gone! Then followed a muffled sound drowned by a tumult that suddenly arose outside;
which Edmund rightly interpreted to be Oscar shrieks, voices, a great trampling of feet.
poking under the bed with an umbrella; and, then, They've found Marcus! They're killing him !"
came a thundering rap on the door. Say, Ned," cried Oscar.
called Oscar, entering immediately, "I'm in an Both boys flew out of the room. "Don't kill
awful scrape Your snake's gone !" him !" called Edmund.
"My snake," repeated Edmund, feebly. "He is our snake shouted Oscar.
"Yes; the one you bought to-day. I saw it in the People opened doors in all directions as the boys
glass box on your table." raced past. One timid woman put her head out of
Edmund remembered that he had left the box her window, screaming, "Police !" until quite a
in full view when he went for mice. His face grew small army of blue-coated fellows had assembled.
red. "Did you let it out?" said he. Another of bolder stamp thought the hotel was on


fire and rushed to the rescue with her water jug. a bitter fight with himself. He interrupted his
Don't kill him! Oscar and Edmund kept cry- cousin: "The snake isn't mine. I didn't buy it.
ing, a cry not calculated to reassure the nervous. It's Lady Margaret Vincent's." He went on to
Down the hall dashed the boys. At the far end tell of his finding the snake.
an agitated group, variously armed with canes, "Whew!" whistled Oscar. "You're bright to
brooms and umbrellas, was gathered about a faint- guess all that; probably 'tis hers. And you didn't
ing chambermaid supported in the arms of a waiter tell aunt Nora or aunt Nellie ? "
and fanned by another chambermaid with a brush "They'll know fast enough now," replied Ed-
broom. Just behind her stood the head waiter in mund gloomily, "after all this racket they're
his immaculate dress suit, disgust painted on his running about yet!"
countenance and a dustpan held aloft in his hand. "Well, we'd had to told them anyhow," said ca'n-
Something very like a groan burst from Ed- did Oscar, and I guess I'll catch it. It's truly my
mund's lips; for, there, on the dustpan, his gleam- fault. You didn't do nothing. But I ought to
ing length trailing limply over the edges, bruised, have staid and watched and -I declare I'd for-
battered, crushed, lay poor little dead Marcus Au- gotten it till this very minute aunt Nellie told me
relius. Thus tragically.had all his travels ended. I mustn't run out in the streets, ever, without
It's our snake cried Oscar, making a spring Celeste; she tells me so many things I can't keep
and snatching the dustpan from the man's hand. track of all. And there's Lady Margaret too"-
Without another word he darted off at full speed. "M-must we tell her?" stammered Edmund.
He did not hear the head waiter's dignified reproof : "Why, it's her snake," said Oscar, opening his
Young gentlemen as keeps snakes for pets better honest eyes; "how can we help it ?"
keep 'em safe 'ome, in my opinion; or one of the "I suppose we can't help it," said Edmund.
women's speeches: I expect he have got a baby "But we might telegraph," said Oscar;." it's a
tiger hid somewhere; them American children will heap easier than writing and you can get lots of
do anything! words for a shilling."
But Edmund heard. Too dejected to retort, he No, we'll have to write," said Edmund; I'll
crawled back to his room. This was the end of it, do it."
then. The poor pet must die because of his wicked But Oscar shook his head. "No, Ned, that
wishes. He knew only too well that it was his ain't fair. I'm the most to blame and I ought to
haste to hide the snake lest his aunt should see it, do it. Besides you wouldn't say it was my fault."
that had displaced the cover. Had he spoken up Then the last barrier of Edmund's pride broke
like an honest boy he could have taken time to be down. "Don't," he cried again. "I tell you it's
careful and poor Marcus would still be rejoicing I'm to blame, not you. And and Oscar, I've
in the sun. He did not dare to lift his eyes as he been very mean to you all along"--
entered the room; he was afraid to look again on "No, you haven't," said Oscar promptly; "it
that pitiful spectacle of his making. Oscar had was me bullying you in the first place made all the
laid a newspaper on the bed and placed the dust- trouble. Aunt Nora told me maybe you wouldn't
pan on it and now was looking mournfully down be friends for a while, and she told me all about
at Marcus. "'Tain't no use," he muttered, "head's the mad dog and I thought you were a pretty nice
smashed. It's an awful shame! Don't see how it boy and I wished you would like me, but you
got out of the room I shut the door tight. Wish wouldn't, so I pretended I didn't care. But I did.
I'd locked it! Guess aunt Nellie '11 be vexed when It's lonesome travelling around with a feller that's
she finds I've lost Ned's snake. Well, she's vexed mad with you all the time."
about something most of the time, so it can't be Edmund swallowed a little lump in his throat.
helped! Then, for the first time seeing Edmund's "If you'll make up with me, now, I'll never be mad
miserable face, he tried to comfort him. It's with you again," said he, holding out his hand.
lucky you didn't nave him long, Ned, so you hadn't Oscar clasped it across the bed over the mangled
got fond of him. And I'll buy you another "- remains of the too-adventurous Marcus Aurelius,
Edmund lifted his head. Though Oscar did not whose adventures, thus, were not quite in vain.
guess it, in those last few moments he had fought Edmund kept his word. Indeed, he was sur-


prised to find how easy it was to like Oscar; and blame and not him becaws I pined the snake in my coat
Nora's prediction was fulfilled. The two boys pocket becaws I was afraid to handel it and ran of too the
were very happy in Europe; but Edmund never punch and gudy show and it got out and the head water
killed it I didn't give him any tip when we went away I'm
forgot Marcus. He told the truth to Nora and very sorry and I'm sorry I kicked the mormossits but they
she persuaded Mrs. Morris to deal gently with bit my legs No more at present from your obediant servent
Oscar. He went to the races, after all. Previously too command.
Edmund had written the whole story to Lady Mar- OSCAR T. WV-
garet in a letter which she read with smiles and
It only remains to say that Marcus Aurelius is
tears. The postscript was by Oscar. It ran asady Margaret's; but she never
back home, at Lady Margaret's; but she never
follows: makes a bracelet of him, now; most ingeniously

DEER LADY MARGARET:- mended and stuffed, he abides perpetually in a
Ned wont let me see his letter but I'm sure he took all the glass case; and she describes his perfections and
blame on himself becaws he always dose but it was me too his lamentable end, with tears in her eyes.


BY M. E. B.

(Little Boy.) (Bumble Bee.)
BURLY Bumble Bee "Well, upon my word,"
SBuzzing through the clover, Said the- busy rover,
Tipsy too on honey dew, With a sip upon the lip
Nearly half seas over; Of a blushing clover,
Striped with black and yellow, You, a little midget
Such a saucy fellow, Full of fuss and fidget,
Full of noise and bluster, Floating like a bubble
Where the roses cluster On a sea of trouble !
Whizzing in and whizzing out Small Serene High-Mightiness,
With so much ado, Sir- Speak and tell me true, Sir,
Do you think the Summer's made Don't you think the Summer's made
Just to pleasure you, Sir? Just to pleasure you, Sir ?"



T HE French Fourth of July is July fourteenth; was the symbol of the grievous wrongs of many
the French Declaration of Independence centuries. Here people were often confined with-
dating from the destruction of the Bastile. out knowing of what they were accused, or whom
The Bastile, as many of you know, was that were their accusers. Often they were simply forgot-
famous prison in Paris which to the French people ten and lived and died there. French history is


prised to find how easy it was to like Oscar; and blame and not him becaws I pined the snake in my coat
Nora's prediction was fulfilled. The two boys pocket becaws I was afraid to handel it and ran of too the
were very happy in Europe; but Edmund never punch and gudy show and it got out and the head water
killed it I didn't give him any tip when we went away I'm
forgot Marcus. He told the truth to Nora and very sorry and I'm sorry I kicked the mormossits but they
she persuaded Mrs. Morris to deal gently with bit my legs No more at present from your obediant servent
Oscar. He went to the races, after all. Previously too command.
Edmund had written the whole story to Lady Mar- OSCAR T. WV-
garet in a letter which she read with smiles and
It only remains to say that Marcus Aurelius is
tears. The postscript was by Oscar. It ran asady Margaret's; but she never
back home, at Lady Margaret's; but she never
follows: makes a bracelet of him, now; most ingeniously

DEER LADY MARGARET:- mended and stuffed, he abides perpetually in a
Ned wont let me see his letter but I'm sure he took all the glass case; and she describes his perfections and
blame on himself becaws he always dose but it was me too his lamentable end, with tears in her eyes.


BY M. E. B.

(Little Boy.) (Bumble Bee.)
BURLY Bumble Bee "Well, upon my word,"
SBuzzing through the clover, Said the- busy rover,
Tipsy too on honey dew, With a sip upon the lip
Nearly half seas over; Of a blushing clover,
Striped with black and yellow, You, a little midget
Such a saucy fellow, Full of fuss and fidget,
Full of noise and bluster, Floating like a bubble
Where the roses cluster On a sea of trouble !
Whizzing in and whizzing out Small Serene High-Mightiness,
With so much ado, Sir- Speak and tell me true, Sir,
Do you think the Summer's made Don't you think the Summer's made
Just to pleasure you, Sir? Just to pleasure you, Sir ?"



T HE French Fourth of July is July fourteenth; was the symbol of the grievous wrongs of many
the French Declaration of Independence centuries. Here people were often confined with-
dating from the destruction of the Bastile. out knowing of what they were accused, or whom
The Bastile, as many of you know, was that were their accusers. Often they were simply forgot-
famous prison in Paris which to the French people ten and lived and died there. French history is


seeming very unpatriotic I think the French have a
S much more fitting way of celebrating their free-
dom. By day Paris is alive with the tremulous color
of floating flags. By night the city is ablaze with
light. The Seine gleams like a rainbow-hued rib-
bon with the reflections from the bridges, the lit-
tle boats leaving trails of light behind them, and
yellow lanterns that hang like great golden oranges
from the trees on its banks. The palace and
gardens of the Trocadero rise out of the darkness
aI like a scene of enchantment from the Arabian
V Nigts. From the Champ de Mars opposite, hun-
dreds of thousands of people are gathered to see it,
and to enjoy the magnificent fireworks, the castles
and fountains and gardens -golden visions, that
gleam for a moment and pass away.
But the most interesting part of the fete is that
Sof the children to whom the afternoon belongs.
SThe different arrondissements, or as we would say,
filled with stories the different wards, each arranges its own pro-
of the Bastile. gramme, which usually consists of games and
Many of you have doubt- prizes. The Rue Petit Jean is a little street run-
less read of Pelisson and ning out of the Boulevard de Clichy, and bumps its
his spider, that story of V\ head so to speak, against a white stone where stands
patient endurance. When a small shrine. Probably suggested by the shrine,
the Bastile was captured / the Committee has placed the bust of Liberty on a
by the people during the l pedestal in front and surrounded it with the tri-
-French Revolution, and color. The Committee is chiefly a tall thin man
its doors were opened, with a very red face which gets redder and redder
men who were im- through chasing the half-grown boys, who, of what-
prisoned young came ever nation, have a fashion of becoming too prom-
forth old; they had been SUCCESS. inent for the committee-men on such exciting
long supposed to be dead, and their friends were occasions.
gone and scattered. Midway down the street stands a tall pole in the
It is not surprising that the people believed that middle of a ring of sawdust. At the top is a great
their liberties could not be safe until the Bastile cedar wreath, and from this hang boxes of choco-
was destroyed, and that they razed it to the ground, late, Bologna sausages done up in silver paper, a
The stones were afterward consecrated to the beauti- long "flute" of bread, a doll, cases of pencils, a
ful service of the Pont de la Concorde, one of the gleaming pocket-knife. At the foot is a group of
most noted bridges of the Seine. The site of the eager-eyed children waiting none too patiently for
Bastile is now marked by the lofty Column of July the fun to begin; and outside their mothers in white
on whose summit stands the gilded figure of Liberty, caps and as eager as the children.
bearing a torch in one hand and in the other a The pole is called the Mdt de Cocagne; in other
broken chain, words, the Cockney Mast. It has been well oiled,
It is not strange that the French Republic has and the trophies above are for those who can get
selected the memorable day of the taking of the them.
Bastile for its National Fete. But you will be sur- Everything in France proceeds according to
prised to know that they do not celebrate it with routine. The boys who are to take part have long
cannon, fire crackers, and toy revolvers. It is a since been. enrolled, and the committee is waving
fete of beauty not of noise; and at the risk of the paper with authority. Each boy steps forth as


his name is called, and a pair of scissors on a white string is tied across the narrow street. A foot
string is hung around his neck as solemnly as if he apart hang other strings attached to this, to
were being invested with the Order of the Golden each of which is tied, work baskets, fans, sewing-
Fleece. For a long time the scissors are not needed, boxes, silk aprons and pieces of humble finery.
Finally the tiniest boy of all mounts higher and The girls are blindfolded, one by one, and given a
higher, the children shout, the women set up a pair of scissors. They walk slowly and with med-
tremendous cackle, and the white caps nod. He itative tread toward the rope, and holding out the
is almost in reach. He slips back. He gains scissors endeavor to cut one of the threads. If
again. His little face is purple with effort. The they succeed the prize which it holds is theirs.
crowd gets more and more excited. The air is rent If they fail they contribute to the hilarious merri-
with ejaculations. He is slowly losing ground. ment of the occasion.
Then relaxing his hold he slides swiftly down, the It is pleasant to see how good-natured everybody
multitude with one groan coming down, as it were, is and how well the unfortunates take their defeat.
with him. One thing is especially to be observed. There are
Finally a large boy reaches the top amid great no tubs of lemonade, bushels of cake, and pounds of
shouts and cuts off the longest sausage. The other candy distributed, such as make so important part
boys evidently believe there is some virtue in his of a Fourth of July celebration in this country.
coat, and he good-naturedly lends it to each new The hungry children run to their mothers who have
aspirant. Others fill their pockets with sawdust ambushed in their pockets apetitpain or as a great
which they scatter on their legs on the journey up- treat, a brioche, which is softer and sweeter than
ward to give them better purchase. the dry roll. But the children seem just as
At last the time is up and the crowd changes its happy as young Americans, and perhaps on
place in front of the bust of Liberty where theJeu the next day
de Bougies is to take place. This is the trial of the are even hap-
little girls who are all becurled and clean-pina- pier.
fored for the occasion. Parallel lines of benches
on which the mothers sit, mark off a course
which ends at a table covered with little
petticoats, aprons, collars and cuffs,
ribbons and laces. The girls are ar-
ranged according to their ages, the lit-
tle ones coming first. Into each little
tot's hand a lighted candle is placed.
At the signal they start and run;
and the first one at the goal with
her candle still lighted is the winner. j
Away they go toddling over the stones.
The timid ones stop to try and shield
their lights, and the bolder ones
dash away, their candles apparently
out,.but when they stop, red-faced
and breathless, before the commit-
tee now behind the table, the light
flares up as if it too had been play-
ing a little game. It is a pretty sport,
and the pile of prizes on the table
rapidly grows less.
For the larger girls there is still
the Jeu de Ciseaux in which the SOME OF THE LOOKERS-ON.
prizes are more inspiring. A


rTHE naval cadets at Annapolis are important Though. the American navy is small in compare.
personages in the eyes of their plain citizen son with those of some of the monarchies of Eu-
friends at home. The newspapers rather delight rope, not every boy who desires to lead a life on
in chronicling their escapades; but it is well to the ocean wave," can become an officer. But there
know the truth, which is, that for every "lark" are practice-ships for boys who are content to be-
after taps when he should "turn in and go to come "able seamen." Runaway boys, however,
sleep, this much-envied cadet is sure to find him- are not accepted in the naval service. "Uncle
self standing sentinel on the Santee, the prison- Sam" has given notice that his war-vessels are
ship and one of the practice-ships of the Academy. neither penitentiaries nor reform-schools.
And if he has ever imagined himself as the favorite The candidate is first asked to show papers
of the Secretary of the Navy or of some admiral or signed by his father or other guardian signifying a
commodore he quickly learns that his business is full consthat hat the boy shall become a sailor and
to become efficient in his country's service and that agreeing to the length and terms of his apprentice-
to do this he has a great deal of hard work before ship. The applicant is then examined as to his
him. He puts on old clothes not even wearing intelligence, aptness, habits and moral training.
his fatigue uniform he makes patternshe e If this examination be satisfactory he is stripped
patches mammoth boilers, he helps drag huge how- by the ship's surgeon who gives him a rigid physi-
itzers over the government-farm in sham battles cal test. If he be fortunate enough to be pro-
with the marines, he tests guns and makes the most nounced strong, healthy and of good size, he is
abstruse computations upon the velocity of certain supplied with his sailor-clothes, which consist of a
projectiles. "pea-jacket" or short overcoat, a "frock," of


flannel shirt, and trousers. Having donned his on board. Whoever discovers the fire, then runs
wi' '-blue suit, and had his hair cut by the ship's for the cook who sounds the alarm. At this signal
the crews muster at fire-quarters. They are as well
trained as any city fire company, and their per-
sonal danger and their life of hazard renders
each sailor an efficient fireman.
Jack soon learns that order is the man-of-war's
first law. Every part of the ship is kept clean.
The decks are holy-stoned every morning. The
"bright-work" is polished daily, and woe betide
the luckless tar who leaves anything out of place 1
It is quickly seized and crammed into the "lucky
bag" for future disposal. Poor Jack who loses his
"pea-jacket" is in trouble. If he refuse to claim
it, the lynx-eyed officer will miss it from his bag on
his next round of inspection. Each sailor has a
clothes-bag which bears the same number as his
/ hammock and which he is obliged to have regularly
inspected. If. any article be missed the loser is
ordered to stand extra watch for, weeks or "toe a
seam" for hours. Should Jack claim it at once
from the "lucky bag," he will have to do the same.
barber he looks like a He is in a dilemma. He would rather pay the pen-
real "Jack" or seaman. alty and keep the jacket than suffer coatless. So
He has much to learn. he calls out to the officer in charge that the pea-
He is at once shown his S jacket is his, and secretly vows never to be care-
gun, mess and hammock less again.
and is known on board Hm own HATTER. Among the "first things" Jack has to learn is
by the number upon these. He is instructed the art of obedience without "words." Any reply,
how to "muster at quarters," or report beside the or attempt at explanation-- to say "I beg pardon,"
bright ship's cannon in company with the rest of a or I didn't mean "- is inexcusable in the eyes
squad appointed to keep this piece of ordnance of the "old salt." To be civil is to be silent no
always in order and to attend to "tackling" and fir- *matter what Jack is charged with. One who will
ing it during an engagement. This small company "report even an enemy to save himself from un-
is called a "gun-crew." Each cannon has a crew, just punishment is pronounced a sneak by common
each crew a captain. consent among seamen. On this account the ma-
He is also instructed in reference to "muster on rines, or soldiers on board a man-of-war, are hated
deck" for various occasions; to receive general by the crew. Their duties, when not in an engage-
orders from the captain or other officer in charge; ment, are like those of city police. They are re-
for religious service on Sunday, or to witness a garded as spies by the tars who call them sojers"
court martial, or for fire-quarters. in contempt. They have a maxim which runs
The fire-alarm, so common in the city that it is thus: A messmate before a shipmate, a shipmate
daily heard with indifference, is more terrible on before a stranger, a stranger before a dog, and a
shipboard than a storm at sea. Here, fighting the dog before a 'sojer.'"
fire is fighting for life. In spite of the dangers of a If young Jack enter the navy for the purpose of
conflagration on board no one is allowed to ring visiting "foreign parts," he is often disappointed.
the fire bell but the ship's cook, whose authority is He may instead ship to Central America in the
not confined to the kitchen, but he is an officer on heat of summer, and have to cruise along a mala-
deck, having general charge of the welfare of all rial shore on which it would be death to land. In


the not very remote past his destination has been before Jack's happy eyes. Happy the sailor who
considered to be "none of his business," and he has enough of his allowance left to buy the sweet
has not been told to what port he was bound. But and sticky guava, the famous and luscious mango-
this custon is relaxing and Jack is now humanely steen or perhaps a pet monkey or cockatoo.
permitted to know where his letters may be ad- The larboard, or, more commonly, the port is the
dressed and if there be a change of route his mail "back door" of a ship. Here are received the
is promptly forwarded to the proper port by the supplies, and here the bumboats "lie to," and all
naval authorities, other craft not entitled to special consideration.
Often, too, while anchored in a foreign port the The starboard gangway is the "front door" and
officers alone are permitted to go ashore and all entrance for official visitors and all whom the offi-
that poor Jack can see of that wonderland of his cers delight to honor. The decks of a man-of-war
boyish dreams is what he can discern from his are "sacred soil" whether she be on the "high
place on the mizzen-mast or by peering through a seas" or anchored in a foreign harbor. The per-
port-hole. If the ship lie at anchor long enough sons of her officers and crew are held sacred. To
in a port he possibly may obtain "liberty once a molest an officer, seaman, or passenger on an Amer.


month; but this depends entirely upon his previous ican man-of-war in a foreign port would be as un.
conduct, pardoiable by this government as to injure an
If "libeigy" be not granted, his only solace is official or visitor in the Capitol at Washington.
the bumboatman, or fruit dealer, who fetches his The etiquette of the sea is very strictly observed.
boat alongside, when the sailors go down to look A man-of-war, when saluted, returns as many
at and buy his wares as soon as they can gain per- "guns (or successive discharges of ordnance) as
mission to do so. These swarthy hucksters are as she receives. Officers of high rank have their ac-
strange as the fruit they hold up in tempting array knowledge gunpowder value. A President is


"worth" twenty-one discharges of this queer cur- were reefing the sails, was energetically called upon
rency. And for the ship of one nation to refuse by the captain:
to acknowledge the flag of another is an insult to Let go those halyards! "
the government of the slighted ship and the Secre- He meant that Jack should undo certain ropes,
tary of State is justified in demanding an explana- which he thus designated, in the rigging. Jack in.
tion at once from the offending government. dignantly thrust his fists down at his sides, exclaim.
The ceremonial visits exchanged by the offi- ing:
cers on shore and those on board are very impres- "I hain't got your old halyards."
sive; and in Oriental countries these formalities are Another lad who knew more about implicit obe.

often tedious and sometimes ludicrous. On such dience than about "tackling," was standing idly
occasions, besides firing salutes, respect is shown to watching a cockswain and his men preparing to
great functionaries by dropping and quickly raising embark in one of the small boats when the cock-
the flags, the "yards are "manned (that is, the swain shouted up to him:
sailors are ordered to their places in the rigging) "Let go the painter!"
and the men off duty are mustered on the spar- The boy stared.
deck" for review, and the whole ship presents a "Let go that painter there!" yelled the cock-
lively and glittering appearance. swain.
The blunders which the enthusiastic young Jack disappeared "aft." He soon returned and
"landlubber often makes before he is sufficiently looked over the gunwale at the officer. Now the
well drilled to take part in such pageants afford "painter" is the name applied by seamen to the
great amusement to the officers and are an end- rope attached to the bow of a ship's boat. And it
less source of hilarity for the jolly old tars. A also happened that one of the ship's painters was
youth, who once stood gazing at the sailors as they standing on a suspended stage surrounded by his


pots painting the stern of the vessel. The cock- life and is said to be a dangerous experience for
swain grew impatient, and, seeing Jack still staring all waisters (as the new men are called because
at him, he shrieked again: "You young jack- they are stationed, on account of their inexperience,
anapes, why don't you let go that painter ?" about the middle or "waist" of the vessel). Now
He's gone, sir," screamed Jack, "pots andall!" is the time for the old salts to "spin yarns which
Poor Jack had obeyed with a zeal "not accord- are often as weird and full of superstition as that
ing to knowledge," and the astonished ship's great yarn the Ancient Mariner" told the "wed-
painter and his mixtures had gone splashing into ding guest." Then there are squalls, gales, storms,
the harbor. "doubling capes," and the routine of "watch" and
After all is in readiness for the cruise -any voy- dog-watch from eight bells to eight bells."
age of a man-of-war is called a cruise there is the So he goes round the world, "turning in," trn-
thrill of "getting underweigh" and of seeing the ing out," "mustering in," "mustering out," "mus-
native shore fade "o'er the waters blue." Then tering at quarters," at mess, on deck and "round
there comes another experience about which every- the capstan," till on a bright Sunday morning he
body has a lively curiosity and of which a very lit- reaches San Francisco where his cruise is to end.
tle is usually considered sufficient -seasickness. As it is Sunday the day is observed on board.
The sensations may be summed up in the graphic On the following day, obtaining his last liberty,"
words of the sturdy young Jack who said: "At he goes ashore in a launch to "stretch his sea-
first I thought I'd die. And in a very short time legs," and look about him. What is his surprise
I was afraid I wouldn't die." And after "getting to find that day Sunday tool He has gained
well underweigh Jack is taught to be his own twenty-four hours in going round the world and he
tailor, hatter and washerwoman, has to keep two Sundays to straighten his reckon-
The excitements of the journey, so to speak, are ing. As he walks about, gazing at the beauties of
various. There is "the doldrums"--that lazy, the Golden Gate, he feels as if he had reached
hazy and sometimes "squally" region to be passed that far bourne of his childhood's dream:
just before reaching the equator. "Crossing the Next day after never
line "for the first time is a great event in a sailor's When two Sundays come together.

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HIS was how it hap- ing one with chatter more ceaseless than that of
opened: the Jackdaws themselves. And as the afternoon
SI was sketching one wore on my fingers and my eyes ached, and I laid
day in Kenilworth Cas- down my brushes and leaned back against the old
Stie. I had worked hard wall behind me.
for several hours, sit- Presently I observed that the Jackdaws ceased
ting in a quiet corer of flying backwards and forwards; and they gradually
the mournful old ruins gathered themselves together on the top of the
mournful even on a broken arch opposite me. There was a good deal
blazing day in early of hopping to and fro, of choosing comfortable
summer. My subject was a beautiful arch a positions, of shaking out tails and wings, and set-
great high arch with graceful mouldings running tling every feather in place. Mothers and fathers
round it of the warm pink sandstone that the brought young half-fledged children out of the
Castle is built of. Through the arch there was a holes, and put them in safe places where they
pointed window with a great trail of ivy tumbling would run no risk of falling. And how they all
down one side of it, and spreading little tendrils chattered I
over the traceries. Through the window, I looked I listened and watched, and watched and lis-
out on gently rolling country, on grass fields and tened; and all of a sudden I found that I began
elm-trees and distant woodlands that faded into a to understand what they were saying. I listened
soft blue haze in the west. more closely; and then I distinctly heard a very
On the broken wall above the arch grew red important-looking Jack, with peculiarly fine plum-
snapdragons, and rich brown wall-flowers; and a age, remark, "Thank goodness, they are gone at
little wild rosebush had rooted itself in the scanty last."
earth between the crumbling stones. And in and Who are gone, father ?" asked a fledgeling.
out of innumerable holes among the ivy on the "Why, those odious tourists," he answered.
walls, flew many Jackdaws with gray heads and "How they do talk! A respectable Jackdaw
glossy black bodies and sharp knowing eyes. can't make himself heard in such a Babel."
When I first settled myself in my corner, I heard "I don't mind the tourists," said another.
a gooi deal of chattering going on in the holes; "But I do detest those schools of children who
my presence evidently caused some annoyance to come here to picnic There were less than usual
their occupants. to-day; but do you remember last Whitsuntide?
"The Jackdaws have young ones there," I It was enough to addle all the eggs my wife was sit-
fhought. But soon they discovered I was too ting upon. There was one specially odious child
intent on my business to trouble them, and they who came up to the great Queen's chamber, and
went on with theirs; flying in and out all day, screamed with a voice like a screech-owl, to
bringing dainty morsels to their fledgelings--giv- another little wretch below: 'Oh 'Lizer! come
ing them much good and useful advice and gos- up 'ere I'm in Queen Elizerbeth's dressin'-room
sipping prodigiously among themselves; for Jack- a-settin' on 'er dressin'-table, a-doin' my back 'air.'
daws are very wise people who know all that goes I declare I longed to fly down and pull her hair
on in the neighborhood, and delight to tell it to out. It would have been useful for next year's
their friends and relations. nests."
The day had been very hot. A constant stream "And that boy," chimed in another, "who set
of tourists had poured through the Castle, weary- his mother's pug-dog at the sheep by my Lord


Leicester's Lodgings. How pleased I was when sixteen and twenty feet thick, and join the group
that tall woman who is forever painting here before me. The young Jacks looked with awe at
why, there she sits still- never mind, she won't the old gentleman, and stopped fidgeting and asking
hurt us what was I saying ? Oh! the dog and questions. Their parents ceased chattering, and
the boy when our tall friend there, fetched the bowed their heads, and drooped their wings, and
gatekeeper, and had them both turned out. How shivered their feathers in sign of welcome and
the boy ran when he saw the green coat and gold respect.
buttons coming after him !" Great-grandfather John (I suppose they called
"The children are so greedy," sighed Mrs. him thus, because they thought "Jack" would
Tack. "They eat up every crumb they bring with have seemed too familiar) settled himself on a bit
them, and never think of our nestlings. I prefer of broken tracery that lay in the midst of the
the 'country families,' who drive over with a big Jackdaw's parliament-ground, and cocking his
luncheon-basket, and always leave lots of bits." gray head on one side, thus began:
"Are they the people with blue heads that we "My dear great-great-grandchildren, it has
saw to-day ?" asked a fledgeling. always been the custom of our family that every
"Good gracious, child, no! cried its father in summer the young Jackdaws should learn a little
horror. "Why, those are Americans. Those blue of the history of their famous, learned, and ancient
things that they tie their heads up in, are veils, race from the bill their oldest relation. For
I have never yet been able to find out why they many years it has been my privilege to instruct
do so, for they can't see much
through them, I'm sure. Nev-
ertheless I like the Americans.
It is true they talk a good
deal. But they are really in-
terested in our Castle, and
know what they are looking at.
And they never propose to re -
build our walls here, as some
of those English people do, _P I
whom Mr.- called Philis-
tines the other day. I don't quite t-A. _
know what he metnt. But I'm
certain it was something bad;
and I was rejoiced to hear it."
"Who was my Lord Leices-
ter," said another fledgeling,
who had been sitting with his
head on one side in a reflec-
tive manner. "Was he a rela-
tion of ours?"
"Ah my poor child," laughed KENILWORTH CASTLE.
his parent, "your ignorance is
truly lamentable. It is high time for Great-grand- your parents; and now it is time that your educa-
father John to begin your education. And there tion should begin. Have the young ones been
he comes." asking any questions yet ? he continued, turning
As he spoke, all the Jackdaws looked eagerly to the parent birds.
across the ruins of the great hall towards Caesar's My child wanted to know if my Lord Leices-
Tower. I looked too; and saw a single Jackdaw of ter were a relation of our family," laughed the
stately and venerable appearance fly slowly from the father of the reflective fledgeling, and all the elder
massive tower with its walls of old Roman concrete Jackdaws laughed too.


"Silence," said Great-grandfather John. No half way to Grey's Cliffe. And outside the gates
one can learn unless they ask questions. So was so great a throng of people from all the
don't hide your head under your wing, for you have country round, as was never seen before or since.
done nothing wrong: but listen to me. "So soon as the Queen stepped on yonder
"My Lord Leicester was no relation of ours. broken bridge across the lake you need not look
He was a man, a very splendid, handsome, wealthy, for the lake now, my great-great-grandchildren, for
and gallant gentleman. There were great doings it is all dried up, and Mr. Treplin's cows are feed-
here in his days, three hundred years ago. ing there as soon as the Queen reached the
"Our Castle then was very different to what it bridge, a beautiful dame, curiously dressed, sailed
is now. This vast hall was roofed in. Huge fires up on the water, with light all round her, and
of logs cut from Kenilworth Chase burned in dolphins and strange water-creatures swimming
those great open chimneys. The walls were hung about her; and she welcomed Queen Elizabeth to
with colored stuffs with pictures on them worked Kenilworth. And just as the Queen came up to
in silk and fine wools. Those broken pillars and the great gate of the Castle, cannons were fired,
ribs of stone you see down there, against the lower and fiery rockets filled the air, and the people
walls, supported the floor of the great hall. At shouted, and there was such a tremendous noise
this southern end of the'hall the lofty archway we and such a blaze of light that several of our family
are now sitting on, led into the State apartments flew away in alarm, thinking the Castle on fire.
reserved for Royalty. And outside the north wall In the evening, our ancestor, who shared the
of the hall, where the winding stair leads past the thirst for knowledge which has ever been a char-
old thorn-tree, is Mervyn's Tower, in which my acteristic of our race, found that sleep was impos-
Lord Leicester's lovely wife, Madam Amy Robsart sible; for Caesar's Tower was the guard-house in
was concealed once upon a time, when good those days; and the men-at-arms kept up such
Queen Bess was my Lord's guest. noisy feasting that no Jackdaw could close an eye
Yes! those were grand times. My great-great- that night. He therefore flew from his chamber
grandfather who told me about them, heard it all in the tower; and, guided by the light and music,
from his great-great-grandfather, who was a few managed to find claw-room on one of the lofty
month old when the Queen came to Kenilworth in windows of the great Hall.
July, 1575. He lived in the top of Caesar's Tower, The Queen sat within upon the throne, which
where my apartments now are, which is, you know, was near the door to her apartments just where
the oldest part of our Castle. He saw all the those railings go across now. My Lord Leicester
grand doings. In fact he was asked by the branch was wondrously dressed all in white from head
of our family who live at Warwick Castle, to come to foot velvet, and cloth-of-silver, and seed
over there to welcome the Sovereign of English pearl, and shining satin-- the most noble courtier
Jackdaws and men. And he accompanied the in all that splendid company. He stood beside
Royal Progress all the way from Warwick to the Queen and did the honors of his Castle to her.
Kenilworth; which attention, it is said, gave her And presently our ancestor saw a gentleman of a
Majesty much satisfaction, grave and beautiful countenance, kneel before Her
He saw the great Queen, mounted upon a Majesty, who struck him lightly on the shoulder
milk-white steed, arrayed in gorgeous attire, and with a sword, saying, 'In the name of God and
blazing with jewels, ride along the avenue through St. George we dub thee Knight. Rise up, Sir
the wood over there, between rows of flaming Walter Raleigh.'
torches held by two hundred horsemen, which "I have heard that this gentleman was a wise
made the twilight as bright as day. Upon her and gallant man; and that he sailed across the
right hand rode my Lord Leicester, one glitter of sea to the land of the Americans, and brought
jewels and cloth-of-gold, on his splendid black back all manner of wonderful things to England.
charger. After them came all the Court. fair Our ancestor was so much interested in all he
ladies and wise counsellors, and all the nobles of saw that night, that he followed the Queen next
the country; with such a crowd of knights and morning into the Pleasaunce below Mervyn's
gentlemen, squires and serving-men, as reached Tower, where the gatekeeper now grows his


potatoes and gooseberries. And he was present said a rather forward bird, that Amy Robsart
at her meeting with Madam Amy Robsart, who, never was here at all that she died three years
he said, was fair as a lily and lovely as a rose. before Queen Bess gave Kenilworth to Lord
"Yet it is reported that she did not find grace Leicester that Canon Jackson had written a
in the Queen's sight; and that she was seen no paper about it in a blue-covered book called the
more in Kenilworth, and came to a sad end soon Nineteenth Century."
after. But if ever you visit our Warwick relations Great-grandfather John turned his bright eye
who live in Lord Leicester's Hospital that he built upon the speaker.
for old soldiers, you may peep into the Brother's "Young birds," he answered solemnly, "who
Kitchen when the porter is out of the way, and set up to teach their great-grandparents to suck
see a bit of Madam Amy's
work hanging on the wall.
"After those days of rev-
elry our. family had a grand
time of feasting. There was
no lack of food close at hand
that year; and many of the
nests next spring were beau- .
tifully decorated with threads -nw- f t
of silk, and satin ribbons, and KENILWORTH CASTLE. INSIDE THE RUINS.
glittering j e w e 1 s and gold,
which our ancestors picked up and carried to their eggs, and try to destroy the traditions of ancient
storehouses as mementos of the Queen's visit to and respectable families, always come to a bad
their Castle. end. My great-great-grandfather told me that his
"But most of these treasures were lost some great-great-grandfather had seen Madam Amy Rob-
seventy years later when Oliver Cromwell laid start in yonder little chamber where the railing was
siege to our Castle. My great-great-grandfather's put last year. Miserable sceptic! Do you wish
great-grandfather was living in Kenilworth then. for better proof than that ?"
He told terrible tales of how the cannons were At these words all the Jackdaws young and old
planted all round the Castle and battered the gave a great shout, and flew upon the young prig
walls. Many of the young birds were killed by who had doubted his great-grandfather's accuracy.
the falling stones which crumbled under the can- There was a tremendous flapping of wings, and
nons balls; and when the army went away after screaming of harsh voices; and up they all whirled
draining the lake, and cutting down the trees like a black cloud into the air saying, "Ja-ack,
our Castle was left desolate, ja-ack, ja-ack," so loud that I too jumped to my
"Yet after a while our ancestors 'found that feet with a great start.
Oliver Cromwell, in spite of his ugly face and ugly The sun was setting. The gatehouse was turn-
clothes such a contrast to my Lord Leicester in ing pale flame-color against a black thunder
his white velvet and cloth-of-silver!- had really cloud, up in the north towards Coventry. I gath-
done them a kindness in ruining the Castle. He ered up my sketching things, scattered the remains
made it a thoroughly comfortable dwelling for Jack- of my luncheon about to attract the Jackdaws'
daws. The grand dinners were over it is true, notice, ran down to the gatehouse, and in ten
and they had to fly further for food. But there minutes my pony was flying along the elm-shad--
was no one, save a few serving-men down at the owed road towards home.
stables, to dispute their uninterrupted possession Had I been asleep, do you ask ? Oh dear no I
of the Castle that has been our property for so I never sleep in the afternoon. And beside that,
many generations. The siege of Kenilworth was if any one will give themselves the trouble to lis-
really the beginning of the strength and power of ten, they may always understand what the Jack-
our famous branch of the family." daws have to tell. Try for yourselves when you
"But I heard some one saying the other day," go to Kenilworth Castle.


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W E were out under the mother's armoire. But I gladly brought out the
V V orange-trees-Mandy Mullenses who were made of wood and not con-
and I- with Perita Jane and sidered delicate. With these gathered up in my
the Mullenses. Mandy was apron I followed the boys, for there were besides
my own property, having been my brother Tom, George and Lew Walker, my
ssent over from La Rose cousins, and Dominique Brion, and Dandy of
Blanche herself a wee, tod- course. We ran down the rose-bordered walks
dling, coffee-colored tot -the to the garden, where in one corer we found a
next morning after I was born, freshly-dug little trench with a piece of twine trailing
with my grandfather's compli- away from one end of it. We seated the Mullenses
ments to Miss Mary. With very fine and proud in their bran-new dresses -
Mandy came Dandy also, her astride of some corncobs and fixed them in a row
"twin," who presented him- down the middle of the trench, and Dandy put the
SDON'T YOU TECH self to my brother Tom in the lighted coal he had fetched from the kitchen upon
RITA JANE name of Ole Mas' Dandy, who the piece of string. Then the boys all stood back
now scurried all over the plantation with his young and wondered why it didn't "go off." It was all
master-and oh! what a frightful lot of scrapes very mysterious to me. And presently my brother
they did get into in those days and looked for- Tom knelt down and blew upon the coal, and all
ward to becoming, one day, his body-servant; and at once there was a great fizzling of powder and a
Mandy dreamed already of her future dignities as boom i and the Mullenses went up into the air
my maid. Meantime she was my playfellow. and came down with their clothes off. and their
Perita Jane sat on a scrap of carpet in the sha- poor faces all blackened and grimy. And my
diest part of the play-house, with her back against brother Tom clapped his hands to -his eyes and
a tree. Perita Jane was a very grand lady indeed, screamed and Dandy and Mandy and I cried. I
I had found her Christmas morning sitting near think the other boys ran away.
the end of the mantel-piece, just above where my That was a long time ago, but yesterday I heard
stocking hung, and I thought her the most beauti- my little niece ask her papa what made those tiny
ful creature I had ever seen, with her round red- black specks in his eyes and he looked at me and
and-white wax cheeks and her long curling hair laughed and said that he "got them giving the
and her bright black eyes that worked upon a wire. Mullenses a, ride."
She'wore a pink, spangled tarletan dress and blue Well, I grieved a great deal over the Mullenses,
shoes, and she had a handkerchief of real lace and that was why I was allowed to have Perita
pinned to one of her white kid hands. Jane that day under the orange-trees. I was en-
The Mullenses sat a long way off from Perita gaged in filling an acorn-cup for her with sugar
Jane. There were six of them -a mother and "contrived "by Mandy out of Mammy's sugar-bowl,
five daughters and they looked very forlorn and when a loose paling in the fence was pushed aside
uncomfortable in their blue and red linsey shawls, and Johnny appeared. Johnny was about my own
Yet only the day before they had been a gay and age -four years or thereabouts and lived some-
prosperous family. This is what had happened: where down the lane toward the little town on the
my brother Tom, a big boy of ten whom I adored, bank of the Bayou. I don't think I ever knew his
had come to me begging the loan of my whole other name, but I seem to remember that his father
family. "I'm goin' to give 'em such a splendid was a watchmaker. His face was round and very
ride," he declared. Now. I could not let him have freckled; he had a curious shock of long whity-
Perita Jane, because she was locked up in my brown hair and he was generally tattered and un-


kempt; but I admired him extravagantly. Hitherto hadn't got there. I had never seen Johnny's pa,
our acquaintance had been limited to an exchange and was in no hurry to make his acquaintance.
of stares through the hole in the fence; now, Besides, I was delighted to be out and on my own
however, after eying me silently for a moment, he little feet, my expeditions heretofore having been
asked abruptly: made mainly in the family carriage, or on my
Say, don't yer want ter go to Nnu Yok ? My Mammy's strong shoulder.
pa's gone there." We skirted along the edge of the town, no one
Of course I wanted to go to Nnu Yok, wherever seeming to notice us, and left it behind us. We
that might be; and I jumped up hastily, spilling stopped here and there to pick flowers, or to call
the sugar from my apron as I did so, and pattered up a doodle-bug; but for the most part we tramped
down the walk toward the gate in which direction steadily along, though the sun was hot upon our
Johnny had disappeared. But I came back for a bare heads, for the day was wearing on. We
moment to say: passed one or two houses which Johnny thought
Mandy, you k'n keep house while I'm gone to might be "Nnu Yok," but we could not pluck up
Nnu Yok." courage to enter them and so we drifted on from
Yes'm," said Mandy, down on her knees scrap- the road into a solitary lane hedged with Cherokee
ing up the sugar. roses, on one side of which we could see, across a
"An' Mandy "- wide field of waving cane, the chimneys of La Rose
Yes'm." Blanche above the treetops. Near the end of the
"Don't you tech P'rita Jane lane indeed we met an old negro mounted upon
"Yes'm, cose not, cose I won't tech P'rita Jane." a mule, who looked down at me as he rode past,
My brother Tom was shut up in the parlor; and turned and looked again with a puzzled ex-
Dandy was sweeping the yard; all on account of pression on his face. "Dat chile mity like Mis'
the Mullenses. But Dandy dropped his brush Lucy's little gal," he muttered.
broom and ran to open the gate for me. I gwine That's uncle Silas what drives grandpa's cay-
to tell yo' Mammy sho, Miss M-ay," he exclaimed age," I remarked in my turn as he rode on.
as I trotted off down the lane hand in hand with Finally we entered the wood a lonesome depth
Johnny. The grass was dewy, for the morning of moss-hung trees, with great pools of silent, still,
was still fresh, and many little flowers were abloom dark water here and there, and a rank under-
in the fence corners. I was sorry when we came growth of lush green rushes and tangled vines.
to a cottage at the end of the lane which Johnny A heavy shower set us to crying as we cowered
assured me was Nnu Yok." We pushed open under the side of a fallen log; but that was soon
the gate and entered. The shelled walk was bor- over and we wandered on again, fretful now and
dered with red-and-white hollyhocks that waved inclined to be cross, for we had travelled nearly
high above our heads, and a honeysuckle hung three miles from Perita Jane and the Mullenses;
over the porch. We tiptoed silently up the steps. it was past the middle of the long summer after-
A woman just within the door was kneeling beside noon and our little feet were weary and our stom-
a cradle in which I could see a little curly head achs empty. We decided at last that we would
tossing to and fro; and a faint moan troubled the not go to Nnu Yok and we sat down to rest on
stillness. When Johnny made so bold as to ask if the reedy edge of a pool of water. We played
that was "Nnu Yok," the woman turned toward us boat for awhile with dead leaves and then-I
eyes so strange, set in a face so ghostlike, that we don't know which of us suggested it-we took off
fled, frightened, stumbling over each other in our our shoes and set them adrift, one after another.
haste and clinging to one another, and hardly dar- It was just as the last shoe sunk slowly and disap-
ing to speak even after we were safely on the other peared, that a shout arose behind us and in an-
side of the gate. other moment I was caught up in the strong arms
"I thought that wasn't Nnu Yok," Johnny said, of my Mammy and hugged to her ample breast.
after he had choked down his sobs. "I reckon I was very glad to see her and my brother Tom
it's over there," and he waved his hand vaguely and Dandy and uncle Silas on his mule, and I
toward the woods far to the left. I was glad we wondered very much why tears should be running


down Mammy's cheeks. Mammy," I said with ranged in a row against the wall, in their blue and
dignity, "we uz goin' to Nnu Yok to see Johnny's red shawls and Mandy behind my mother's chair.
pa." I looked around searchingly. "Mandy," I asked
Mammy scowled at Johnny and muttered some- sternly, where's P'rity Jane ?"
thing about "po' white trash." "I brung in dem Mullenses when it 'gun to
Johnny was lifted up on the mule in front of rain," sniffled Mandy.
uncle Silas. Poor little fellow, he cried very hard "But where's P'rita Jane ?" I shrieked.
over the loss of his shoes and the snubbing he got "I brung in dem Mull- "
from everybody even Dandy. The last I saw "Yer good-fer-nuthin' nigger," cried Mammy,
of him, he had gone to sleep on uncle Silas's darting at Mandy, who was her own child, "whar
shoulder with his fat little leg stuck out on one is my baby's open-an'-shet-eye doll ? Whar is
side and his whity-brown hair flying all about his she?"
face. It was darkly hinted among us afterward At that moment Luck, the terrier, came tearing
that his mother had locked him up in a closet for up the walk, with something in his mouth. He
running away with me. Perhaps she has him there dropped it at my feet and stood looking at me and
yet, for I have never seen him since, wagging his tail. It was Perita Jane 1 The rain
Mammy bore me triumphantly up the wide avenue had washed the red from her cheeks; the later
on her shoulder, the wet leaves of the low mag- sunshine had melted her nose and chin; Luck had
nolias brushing against my sunburned face. On pulled out all her hair and tore her clothes to tat-
the long, low gallery sat my pretty, fragile mother, ters; and the sawdust was oozing from every pore
happily still in ignorance of my escapade. Mandy of her body.
stood behind her chair. She looked at me and I burst into an agony of tears. My brother
smiled as we came up and waved her hand. O, Tom laughed. So, of course, did Dandy. Mandy
mamma," I cried from my height, "I went to Nnu dodged a blow from my irate Mammy and joined
Yok only Johnny couldn't find it, and his pa's in her tears with mine, as she howled out, "Now,
Nnu Yok, an' "- Mis' M-ay, did'n you tol me not to tech P'rita Jane
But here I became aware of the Mullenses, all An' I did'n tech P'rita Jane I"



IT was begun in the morning, just as the young of white; the crimsons are ready to go at once.
lady went out to weed the garden. Perhaps the best thing for the rest of you to do, is
It was the very prettiest and pinkest of the pink to band together and call yourselves variegateds."
pinks that began it. "Variegateds indeed!" exclaimed a white-and.
"I think it is time," she said, that something red-brown pink. I shall remain a pink."
was done about this matter of color. Here are Now, ladies and gentlemen," said a voice from
all sorts and shades calling themselves pinks, the middle of the bed, please be so good as to
and so there is the crimson pink, and the white listen to me." It was the richest and most varie-
pink, and the red-and-black pink it is too ridic- gated of all the variegated pinks who spoke.
ulous. We who are pink, ought really to withdraw." It is not our color that gives us our place and
Yes," said the crimson pink, "I have been our name; a flower may be pinker than the very
thinking for some time that it would be more digni- pinkest of the pink pinks, and yet have no right to
fled for all who are crimson to withdraw and form a the name of pink, unless it has the peculiar forma-
family by themselves called the crimsons." tion of a pink in all its parts, from root to stamens.
It certainly would be more consistent," said Have you these peculiarities ? Look to that, if
the crimson pink with black trimmings, a very there is to be a question of separation. I see
handsome pink indeed. "My conscience has been moreover that you are all ignorant of the reason
troubling me for some time about the matter, why we were originally called pinks. Allow me to
How can we who are crimson, or white, or any- interest you on this point. When the flowers were
thing but pink, remain in the community of pinks named, our ancestors were found to be so beauti-
and call ourselves by their name, pretending thereby ful, so fragrant, so perfect in every way, that they
to be what we are not ?" were considered the very pink of perfection, and
dear said the white pink, I have been so on them naturally fell the name of pinks.
a pink all my life, and I love the very name of "That such a quarrel can arise in our midst,
pink. I shall never leave the family unless I am makes it appear that there is imperfection some-
turned out, and if they do that it will break my where.
heart !" Let those who have been so loud in dispute ex-
"That would be of no consequence whatever," amine themselves, and see if their roots and stalks
said the palest pink pink, where truth and right are what they should be, if their petals are without
are concerned. If you are going to call yourself a flaw, and their pollen faultless. End this talk
pink, then be pink, and if you cannot do that, then about color, and let each one ask, Am I the pink
we ought, for the honor of the family, to set you of perfection ?' and let us live together in peace
aside, no matter what comes of it." and quietness."
But," said an extremely beautiful red-and-white After considering the matter, the conscience-
pink, what can we do about it ? There are so stricken pinks agreed to take his advice. All but
many of us, that to be named entirely by color the pinkest pinks, who did not believe a word he
would make up a great number of families, with said, and some of the handsomest crimsons, who
a very few in each, and would occasion more were so anxious to be known by a name of their
trouble and confusion in the garden than it could own.
do good." And so the controversy ended.
You may do as you choose, said the deepest And the young lady was weeding the garden all
crimson of all, who was slightly trimmed with lines the time, and she never heard a word of it.

(A Story of C.lonial Tinis.)

T HIS Indenture Wittnesseth, That I Margaret twenty Seventh year of the Reign of our Soveraig'n
Burjust of Boston, in the County of Suffolk Lord George the Second of great Britian the King.
and Province of the Massachusetts Bay in New Signed Sealed & Delivered.
England. Have placed, and by these presents do In presence of
place and bind out my only Daughter whose name SAM VAUGHAN MARGARET BURGIS
is Ann Ginnins to be an Apprentice unto Samuel MARY VAUGHAN her X mark."
Wales and his wife of Braintree in the County
afores:d, Blacksmith. To them and their Heirs
and with them the s: Samuel Wales, his wife and This quaint document was carefully locked up,
their Heirs, after the manner of an apprentice to with some old deeds and other valuable papers,
dwell and Serve from the day of the date hereof in his desk, by the s: Samuel Wales," one hun-
for and during the full and Just Term of Sixteen .
years, three months and twenty-three day's next dred and thirty years ago. The desk was a rude
ensuing and fully to be Compleat, during all which unpainted pine affair, and it reared itself on its
term the s :d apprentice her s d Master and Mistress four stilt-like legs in a corner of his kitchen, in his
faithfully Shall Serve, Their Secrets keep close, and house in the South Precinct of Braintree. The
Lawful and reasonable Command everywhere sharp eyes of the little "s:d apprentice" had
gladly do and perform.
Damage to her s:d Master and Mistress she shall noted it oftener and more enviously than any other
not willingly do. Her s:d Master's goods she shall article of furniture in the house. On the night of
not waste, Embezel, purloin or lend unto Others her arrival, after her journey of fourteen miles
nor suffer the same to be wasted or purloined, from Boston, over a rough bridle-road, on a jolt-
But to her power Shall discover the Same to her ing horse, clinging tremblingly to her new Mas-
s:d Master. Taverns or Ailhouss she Shall not
frequent, at any unlawful game She Shall not ter," she peered through her little red fingers at
play, Matrimony she Shall not Contract with any the desk swallowing up those precious papers
persons during s:d Term. From her master's Ser- which Samuel Wales drew from his pocket with an
vice She Shall not at any time unlawfully absent important air. She was hardly five years old, but
herself. But in all things as a good honest and she was an acute child; and she watched her mas-
faithful Servant and apprenti Shall bear and she was an acute child; and she watched her mas-
faithful Servant and apprentice Shall bear and
behave herself, During the full term afores:d Comn- ter draw forth the papers, show them to his wife,
mencing from the third day of November Anno Polly, and lock them up in the desk, with the full
Dom: One Thousand, Seven Hundred fifty and understanding that they had something to do with
three. And the s:d Master for himself, wife, and her leaving her mother, and coming to this strange
Heir's, Doth Covenant Promise Grant and Agree place;
unto and with the s:d apprentice and the s :d Mar- and, already, a shadowy purpose began to
garet Burjust, in manner and form following, form itself in her mind.
That is to say, That they will teach the s :d appren- She sat on a cunning little wooden stool, close
tice or Cause her to be taught in the Art of good to the fireplace, and kept her small chapped hands
housewifery, and also- to read and write well. persistently over her face; she was scared, and
And will find and provide for and give unto s: d ap- grieved, and, withal, a trfle sulky. Mrs. Polly
prentice good and sufficient Meat Drink washing eved, and, withal, a trifle sulky. Mrs. Polly
and lodging both in Sickness and in health, and Wales cooked some Indian meal mush for supper
at the Expiration of S :d term to Dismiss s :d appren- in an iron pot swinging from its trammel over the
tice with two Good Suits of Apparrel both of blazing logs, and cast scrutinizing glances at the
woolen and linnin for all parts of her body (viz) little stranger. She had welcomed her kindly,
One for Lord-days and one for working days Suit- taken off her outer garments, nd established her
able to her Quality. In Testimony whereof I taken off her outer gaent, nd established he
Samuel Wales and Margaret Burjust Have Inter- on the little stool in the warmest corner, but the
changably Sett their hands and Seals this Third child had given a very ungracious response. She
day November Anno Dom: 1753, and in the would not answer a word to Mrs. Wales' coaxing


questions, but twitched herself away with all her hearted man, was glad when it was over, and he
small might, and kept her hands tightly over her jogging along the bridle-path.
eyes, only peering between her fingers when she But he had had other troubles to encounter.
thought no one was noticing. All at once, as he rode through Boston streets,
She had behaved after the same fashion all the with his little charge behind him, after leaving his
way from Boston, as Mr. Wales told his wife in a friend's house, he felt a vicious little twitch at his
whisper. The two were a little dismayed, at the hair, which he wore in a queue tied with a black
whole appearance of the small apprentice; to tell ribbon after the fashion of the period. Twitch,
the truth, she was not in the least what they had twitch, twitch! The water came into Samuel
expected. They had been revolving this scheme Wales' eyes, and the blood to his cheeks, while the
of taking "a bound girl" for some time in their passers-by began to hoot and laugh. His horse
minds; and, Samuel Wales' gossip in Boston, Sam became alarmed at the hubbub, and started up.
Vaughan, had been requested to keep a lookout For a few minutes the poor man could do nothing
for a suitable person, to free himself. It was wonderful what strength
So, when word came that one had been found, the little creature had; she clenched her tiny
Mr. Wales had started at once for the city. When fingers in the braid, and pulled, and pulled. Then,
he saw the child, he was dismayed. He had ex- all at once, her grasp slackened, and off flew her
pected to see a girl of ten; this one was hardly master's steeple-crowned hat into the dust, and
five, and she had anything but the demure and the neat black ribbon on the end of the queue fol-
decorous air which his Puritan mind esteemed lowed it. Samuel Wales reined up his horse with
becoming and appropriate in a little maiden. Her a jerk then, and turned round, and administered
hair was black and curled tightly, instead of being a sounding box on each of his apprentice's ears.
brown and straight, parted in the middle, and Then he dismouuted, amid shouts of laughter from
combed smoothly over her ears as his taste the spectators, and got a man to hold the horse
regulated; her eyes were black and flashing, while he went back and picked up his hat and
instead of being blue and downcast. The ribbon.
minute he saw the child, he felt a disapproval of He had no further trouble. The boxes seemed
her rise in his heart, and also something akin to to have subdued Ann effectually. But he pon-
terror. He dreaded to take this odd-looking child dered uneasily all the way home on the small vessel
home to his wife Polly; he foresaw contention and of wrath which was perched up behind him, and
mischief in their quiet household. But he felt as there was a tingling sensation at the roots of his
if his word was rather pledged to his gossip, and queue. He wondered what Polly would say. The
there was the mother, waiting and expectant. She first glance at her face, when he lifted Ann off the
was a red-cheeked English girl, who had been in horse at his own door, confirmed his fears. She
Sam Vaughan's employ; she had recently married expressed her mind, in a womanly way, by whis-
one Burjust, and he was unwilling to support the pering in his ear at the first opportunity, "She's
first husband's child, so this chance to bind her as black as an Injun."
out and secure a good home for her had been After Ann had eaten her supper, and had been
eagerly caught at. tucked away between some tow sheets and home-
The small Ann seemed rather at Samuel Wales' spun blankets in a trundle-bed, she heard the
mercy, and he had not the courage to disappoint whole story, and lifted up her hands with horror.
his friend or her mother; so the necessary papers Then the good couple read a chapter, and prayed,
were made out, Sam Vaughan's and wife's signa- solemnly vowing to do their duty by this child
tures affixed, and Margaret Burjust's mark, and which they had taken under their roof, and implor-
he set out on his homeward journey with the child. ing Divine assistance.
The mother was coarse and illiterate, but she As time wore on, it became evident that they
had some natural affection; she "took on" sadly stood in sore need of it. They had never had any
when the little girl was about to leave her, and children of their own, and Ann Ginnins was the
Ann clung to her frantically. It was a pitiful first child who had ever lived with them. But she
scene, and Samuel Wales, who was a very tender- seemed to have the freaks of a dozen or more in


herself, and they bade fair to have the experience towards the other bars. Then she went back to
of bringing up a whole troop with this one. They her own. Finally, she let down the Belcher bars,
tried faithfully to do their duty by her, but they and the Belcher cows crowded out, to the great
were not used to children, and she was a very astonishment of the Wales cows, who stared over
hard child to manage. A whole legion of mis- their high rails and mooed uneasily.
chievous spirits seemed to dwell in her at times, Ann drove the Belcher cows home and ushered
and she became in a small and comparatively them into Samuel Wales' barnyard with speed.
innocent way the scandal of the staid Puritan Then she went demurely into the house. The
neighborhood in which she lived. Yet, withal, she table looked beautiful. Ann was beginning to
was so affectionate, and seemed to be actuated by quake inwardly, though she still was hugging her-
so little real malice in any of her pranks, that self, so to speak, in secret enjoyment of her own
people could not help having a sort of liking for mischief. She had one hope that supper would
the child, in spite of them. be eaten before her master milked. But the hope
She was quick to learn, and smart to work, too, was vain. When she saw Mr. Wales come in,
when she chose. Sometimes she flew about with glance her way, and then call his wife out, she
such alacrity that it seemed as if her little limbs knew at once what had happened, and begun to
were hung on wires, and no little girl in the neigh- tremble-she knew perfectly what Mr. Wales was
borhood could do her daily tasks in the time she saying out there. It was this: "That little limb
could, and they were no inconsiderable tasks, has driven home all Neighbor Belcher's cows in-
either. stead of ours. What's going to be done with her,
Very soon after her arrival she was set to Polly?"
"winding quills," so many every day. Seated at She knew what the answer would be, too. Mrs.
Mrs. Polly's side, in her little homespun gown, Polly was a peremptory woman.
winding quills through sunny forenoons- how she Back Ann had to go with the Belcher cows, fas-
hated it! She liked feeding the hens and pigs ten them safely in their pasture again, and drive
better, and when she got promoted to driving the her master's home. She was hustled off to bed,
cows, a couple of years later, she was in her ele- then, without any of that beautiful supper. But
ment. There were charming possibilities of nuts she had just crept into her bed in the small unfin-
and checkerberries and sassafras and sweet flag ished room up stairs where she slept, and was
all the way between the house and the pasture, lying there sobbing, when she heard a slow, fum-
and the chance to loiter, and have a romp. bling step on the stairs. Then the door opened,
She rarely showed any unwillingness to go for and Mrs. Deacon Thomas Wales, Samuel Wales'
the cows; but once, when there was a quilting mother, came in. She was a good old lady, and
at her mistress's house, she demurred. It was had always taken a great fancy to her son's bound
right in the midst of the festivities; they were girl; and Ann, on her part, minded her better
just preparing for supper, in fact. Ann knew than any one else. She hid her face in the tow
all about the good things in the pantry, she sheet, when she saw grandma. The old lady had
was wild with delight at the unwonted stir, and on a long black silk apron. She held something
anxious not to lose a minute of it. She thought concealed under it, when she came in. Presently
some one else might go for the cows that night. she displayed it.
She cried and sulked, but there was no help for it. "There- child," said she, "here's a piece of
Go she had to. So she tucked up her gown it was sweet cake and a couple of simballs, that I man-
her best Sunday one took her stick, and trudged aged to save out for you. Jest set right up and
along. When she came to the pasture, there were eat 'em, and don't ever be so dretful naughty
her master's cows waiting at the bars. So were again, or I don't know what will become of you."
Neighbor Belcher's cows also, in the adjoining This reproof, tempered with sweetness, had a
pasture. Ann had her hand on the topmost of salutary effect on Ann. She sat up, and ate her
her own bars, when she happened to glance over sweet cake and simballs, and sobbed out her con-
at Neighbor Belcher's, and a thought struck her. trition to grandma, and there was a marked im-
She burst into a peal of laughter, and took a step provement in her conduct for some days.


Mrs. Polly was a born driver. She worked hard going berrying, or some like pleasant amusement
herself, and she expected everybody about her to. Poor little cosset," grandma would say, pity-
The tasks which Ann had set her did not seem as ingly. Then she would give her a simball, and tell
much out of proportion, then, as they would now. her she must be a good girl, and not mind if she
Still, her mistress, even then, allowed her less couldn't play jest like the others, for she'd got to
time for play than was usual, though it was all aim her own livin', when she grew up, and she
done in good faith, and not from any intentional must learn to work."
severity. As time went on, she grew really quite Ann would go away comforted, but grandma
fond of the child, and she was honestly desirous would be privately indignant. She was, as is apt
of doing her whole duty by her. If she had had a to be the case, rather critical with her sons' wives,
daughter of her own, it is doubtful if her treat- and she thought "Sam'l's kept that poor little gal

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ment of her would have been much different, too stiddy at work," and wished and wished she
Still, Ann was too young to understand all this, could shelter her under her own grandmotherly
and, sometimes, though she was strong and wing, and feed her with simballs to her heart's
healthy, and not naturally averse to work, she content. She was too wise to say anything to
would rebel, when her mistress set her stints so influence the child against her mistress, however.
long, and kept her at work when other children She was always cautious about that, even while
were playing, pitying her. Once in a while she would speak her
Once in a while she would confide in grandma, mind to her son, but he was easy enough--Ann
when Mrs. Polly sent her over there on an errand would not have found him a hard task-master.
and she had felt unusually aggrieved because she Still, Ann did not have to work hard enough to
had had to wind quills, or hetchel, instead of hurt her. The worst consequences were that such

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a rigid rein on such a frisky little colt perhaps had but it was rare fun to slide. Ann went home and
more to do with her cutting up," as her mistress asked Mrs. Polly's permission with a beating
phrased it, than she dreamed of. Moreover the heart; she promised to do a double stint next
thought of the indentures, securely locked up in day, if she would let her go. But her mistress was
Mr. Wales' tall wooden desk, was forever in Ann's inexorable -work before play, she said, always;
mind. Half by dint of questioning various and Ann must not forget that she was to be
people, half by her own natural logic, she had set- brought up to work; it was different with her from
tied it within herself, that at any time the posses- what it was with Hannah French. Even this she
sion of these papers would set her free, and she meant kindly enough, but Ann saw Hannah go
could go back to her own mother, whom she dimly away, and sat down to her spinning with more
remembered as being loud-voiced, but merry, and fierce defiance in her heart than had ever been
very indulgent. However, Ann never meditated there before. She had been unusually good, too,
in earnest, taking the indentures; indeed, the desk lately. She always was, during the three months'
was always locked it held other documents more schooling, with sober, gentle little Hannah French.
valuable than hers and Samuel Wales carried She had been spinning sulkily a while, and it
the key in his waistcoat-pocket, was almost dark, when a messenger came for her
She went to a dame's school, three months every master and mistress to go directly to Deacon
year. Samuel Wales carted half a cord of wood Thomas Wales', her master's father, who had been
to pay for her schooling, and she learned to write suddenly taken very ill.
and read in the New England Primer. Next to Ann would have felt sorry if she had not been
her, on the split log bench, sat a little girl named so angry. Deacon Wales was almost as much of
Hannah French. The two became fast friends, a favorite of hers as his wife. As it was, the
Hannah was an only child, pretty and delicate, principal thing she thought of, after Mr. Wales
and very much petted by her parents. No long and his wife had gone, was that the key was in the
hard tasks were set those soft little fingers, even desk. However it had happened, there it was.
in those old days when children worked as well as She hesitated a moment. She was all alone in
their elders. Ann admired and loved Hannah, the kitchen, and her heart was in a tumult of
because she had what she, herself, had not; and anger, but she had learned her lessons from the
Hannah loved and pitied Ann because she had Bible and the New England Primer and she was
not what she had. It was a very sweet little afraid of the sin. But, at last, she opened the
friendship, and would not have been, if Ann had desk, found the indentures, and hid them in the
not been remarkably free from envy, and Hannah little pocket which she wore tied about her waist,
very humble and pitying. under her petticoat.
When Ann told her what a long stint she had Then she threw her blanket over her head, and
to do before school, Hannah would shed sympa- got her poppet out of the chest. The poppet was
thizing tears, a little doll manufactured from a corn-cob,
Ann, after a solemn promise of secrecy, told her dressed in an indigo-colored gown. Grandma had
about the indentures one day. Hannah listened made it for her, and it was her chief treasure.
with round, serious eyes; her brown hair was She clasped it tight to her bosom and ran across
combed smoothly down over her ears. She was a lots to Hannah French's.
veritable little Puritan damsel herself. Hannah saw her coming, and met her at the door.
If I could only get the papers, I wouldn't have I've brought you my poppet," whispered Ann,
to mind her, and work so hard," said Ann. all breathless, "and you must keep her always,
Hannah's eyes grew rounder. "Why, it would and not let her work too hard. I'm going away!"
be sinful to take them!" said she. Hannah's eyes looked like two solemn moons.
Ann's cheeks blazed under her wondering gaze, "Where are you going, Ann ?"
and she said no more. I'm going to Boston to find my own mother."
When she was about eleven years old, one icy She said nothing about the indentures to Hannah
January day, Hannah wanted her to go out and somehow she could not.
play on the ice after school. They had no skates, Hannah could not say much, she was so aston-


ished, but as soon as Ann had gone, scudding awful apprehension of those stolen indentures in
across the fields, she went in with the poppet and her little pocket. What if he should find that out I
told her mother. Captain French whipped up his horse, however,
Deacon Thomas Wales was very sick. Mr. and and hastened along without saying a word. His
Mrs. Samuel remained at his house all night, silence, if anything, caused more dread in Ann
but Ann was not left alone, for Mr. Wales had than words would have. But his mind was occu-
an apprentice who.slept in the house. pied. Deacon Thomas Wales was dead; he was
SAnn did not sleep any that night. She got up one of his most beloved and honored friends, and
very early, before any one was stirring, and dressed it was a great shock to him. Hannah had told
herself in her Sunday clothes. Then she tied up him about Ann's premeditated escape, and he
her working clothes in a bundle, crept softly down had set out on her track, as soon as he had
stairs, and out doors. found that she was really gone, that morning..
It was bright moonlight and quite cold. She But the news, which he had heard on his way, had
ran along as fast as she could on the Boston road. driven all thoughts of reprimand which he might
Deacon Thomas Wales' house was on the way. have entertained out of his head. He only cared
The windows were lit up. She thought of to get the child safely back.
grandma and poor grandpa, with a- sob in her So, not a word spoke Captain French, but rode
heart, but she sped along. Past the school- on in grim and sorrowful silence, with Ann cling-
house, and meeting-house, too, she had to go, with ing to him, till he reached her master's door.
big qualms of grief and remorse. But she kept Then he set her down with a stern and solemn in-
on. She was a fast traveller, junction never to transgress again, and rode away.
She had reached the North Precinct of Brain- Ann went into the kitchen with a quaking heart.
tree by daylight. So far, she had not encountered It was empty and still. Its very emptiness and
a single person. Now, she heard horse's hoofs stillness seemed to reproach her. There stood
behind her. She began to run faster, but it was the desk she ran across to it, pulled the inden-
of no use. Soon Captain Abraham French tures from her pocket, put them in their old place,
loomed up on his big gray horse, a few paces from and shut the lid down. There they staid till the
her. He was Hannah's father, but he was a full and just time of her servitude had expired.
tithing-man, and looked quite stem, and Ann had She never disturbed them again.
always stood in great fear of him. On account of the grief and confusion incident
She ran on as fast as her little heels could fly, on Deacon Wales' death, she escaped with very
with a thumping heart. But it was not long before little censure. She never made an attempt to run
she felt herself seized by a strong arm and swung away again. Indeed she had no wish to, for after
up, behind Captain French on the gray horse. Deacon Wales' death, grandma was lonely and
She was in a panic of terror, and would have wanted her, and she lived, most of the time, with
cried and begged for mercy if she had not been her. And, whether she was in reality treated any
in so much awe of her captor. She thought with more kindly or not, she was certainly happier.


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(From the German of Richard Leander*)


T HERE was once a poor little Blackamoor, ways came out safe and sound on the roof, although
who was coal-black and not even fast-color, he felt sometimes as if he had left hide and hair
so that he crocked. Evenings his shirt-collar was behind. And then, when he sat way up there on
quite black, and if he took hold of his mother, one the chimney, breathed God's fresh air once more,
saw the print of all his five fingers on her gown. and watched the swallows fly about his head, some-
On this account she could not bear to have him times his breast got so full it seemed as if it would
come near her, but always pushed and shoved him burst. Then he flourished his broom and cried,
out of the way; and with other people he fared "Ho-e-do! ho-e-do! the way chimney-sweeps al-
even worse. ways do, until the people on the streets stood still
When he was fourteen years old his parents and said, "Just look at that little black manikin
said it was high time he learned something by -what a voice he has!"
which he could earn his living. Then he begged When he had finished his apprenticeship, his
that they would let him go out into the wide, wide master ordered him to go to his room, wash and
world and be a musician; for anything else he dress himself up right smart and fine. He was
was quite unfitted. about to declare him free; then he would be a
But his father was of the opinion that this was journeyman.
a breadless trade, and his mother was out-and-out The poor little Blackamoor! a death-fear fell
angry and replied, "What foolish stuff, you will upon him, and he said to himself: Now it will all
only do for something black." come out !" And it happened just so; for when,
At last they agreed that he was the best-fitted for got up in his very best, he entered the master's
a chimney-sweep, and so they brought him to a room, where the apprentices and journeymen were
master of the trade. And as they were ashamed already assembled, he was still very black, even
because he was a Blackamoor, they said they if here and there something lighter shone through
had just blacked him up to see how it would where the black had scoured off in the chimney.
become him. They all observed with horror how it was with him.
So now the little Blackamoor was a chimney- The master declared journeyman he could not be;
sweep and, day after day, he must crawl into the and as for the apprentices, they fell upon him,
chimneys, and the chimneys were often so narrow
chimneys, and the chimneys were often so narrow Richard Leander- Professor Volkman, a noted surgeon connected
that he was afraid he should stick fast; but he al- with Halle University, Prussia.


stripped off his clothes and carried him out into said it was downright too bad that her husband
the court. There they laid him, in spite of all his should find it out she had known it for ever so
struggles, under the pump-nose, pumped bravely long. Of course it was a great misfortune to be a
and rubbed him with straw-wisps and sand until Blackamoor, and especially one that crocked;
their arms were lame. At last, when they were however he should not despair, but remain honest
sure that, for all their pains, very little came off, and good, for in time he would become just as
with words of blame and wickedness they just white as other people. Thereupon she gave him
kicked him out of the courtyard door. a fiddle and a mirror in which he should look at
There he stood in the middle of the street, help- himself once every week.
less and naked the poor little Blackamoor! and So the little Blackamoor wandered out into the
knew not what to do. Just then, by chance, a wide, wide world and became a musician. A mas-
man came by who looked him over from head to ter to play before him, he had not, so he listened
foot, and when he observed that he was a Blacka- to what the birds sang, and to what the bushes and
moor, he said that he was an Aristocratic Man the brooks rustled, and played it after them.. By
and would take him into his service. He should and by he found out that the flowers in the woods
have nothing to do except stand behind the car- and the stars in the mystic midnight made their
riage when he went driving with his wife, so that own peculiar music even if it be very low and
people would see at a glance that aristocratic peo- not heard by every one. This was much harder to
ple were coming. imitate. But the very hardest he learned last of
The little Blackamoor took short time for con- all so to play as the human heart beats. He had
sideration, but went with the Aristocratic Man, wandered a great deal in all directions and endured
and in the beginning everything went well. all sorts of things before he learned that.
For the Aristocratic Man's wife was pleased with Sometimes things went well with him in his
him, and every time she went by would give him wanderings, but for the most part bad. If he
a soft pat. That had never happened to him stopped in the dusk of evening before some house,
before his life long. One day, though, as they played a beautiful tune, and begged for shelter for
were out driving, arid he was standing behind, the night, the people let him in, to be sure. But
there came up a terrible shower and the rain the next morning when they saw how black he
poured down in torrents. When they reached was and that it was not well to come near him,
home again, the Aristocratic Man remarked some- because he crocked then it rained sharp words,
thing quite black dripping down from the back or indeed cuffs. Yet, for all this, he did not lose
of the carriage, courage, but thought over what the Aristocratic
Then he turned upon the little Blackamoor and Man's wife had said to him, and fiddled on from
asked him roughly, what all 'this meant? He was city to city and from land to land. Every Sunday
frightened quite out of his senses, and because he pulled out the mirror and looked to see how
nothing better occurred to him, he answered that much had come off. Not so very much, to be sure,
the clouds had been black as ink and no doubt it from one Sunday to another, for it stuck very fast,
had rained black, but still something; and when he had wandered
Away with your nonsense !" returned the Aris- five years, one saw the ground-color shine through
tocratic Man, who already suspected what the everywhere. At the same time he had become
matter was; he took out his handkerchief and wet such a master on the violin that, wherever he came,
one corner and rubbed it over the forehead of the young and old flocked together to listen to him.
little Blackamoor. One day he came to an out-and-out strange city,
The corner was black. in which there ruled a Gold Princess, who had hair
Didn't I think so ?" cried he. You are not of gold, and a face of gold, and hands and feet of
fast-color! This is a fine discovery! Look up gold. She ate with a golden knife and a golden
another place. I can't keep you fork from off a golden plate, drank golden wine
And now, with many tears, the poor little Black- and wore golden gowns. In short, everything
amoor packed his few things and was going. But was golden which was on her and about her. For
the Aristocratic Man's wife called him back and the rest, she was proud and haughty beyond all


measure, and although her subjects, who didn't Immediately twelve giant footmen in Hungarian
believe in woman-government for any length of costume, and with birch-rods the full length of a
time, were very anxious that she should select a. man, appeared, and drove the whole lot out of the
prince as a husband, there was no one fine and city. And so it had been going on every day for
aristocratic enough for her. years.
Every morning some six princes, who had When the little Blackamoor heard how wonder-
arrived by the evening post, would send in their fully beautiful the Princess was, he couldn't think
names as suitors for her hand. For far and wide of anything else at all. He went to the palace,
one spoke of nothing else except oi the Gold Prin- seated himself on the steps, took his violin in his
cess and of her wonderful beauty. hands and began to play his best tune. "Perhaps



Then the six princes must file in and take their she'll look out of the window," he thought; then
places before her throne. Every time she looked you'll get a look at her."
them over from all sides, but, at length, every time It was not long before the Gold Princess com-
she turned up her nose and said: manded her three chambermaids to go and see
The first is budlich,* who it was playing so beautifully out there. They
The second is schmudlich,t brought her back word that it was a person who
The third has no hair, had such a peculiar complexion as they had never
The fourth is done rare, seen the like -of. The first affirmed he was
The fifth is mixed, mouse-gray, the second that he was pike-gray and
And miserly the sixth I the third that he was donkey-gray. Thereupon
The court is out. the Gold Princess declared she must see for her-
Chase all six out of the city I" self they should bring the person up.
S disorderly like a poodle. So the maidens went down again and conducted
SBudlich disorderly like poodle. -
SShudlich dirty. him u and as he behell the Princess who was
Sh c -d -


really of gold, over and over, and shone like the pected that he had once been a Blackamoor.
sun- he was so blinded at first that he had to And so it come about that he happened in a
shut his eyes. But as he gained courage and took place exactly at fair-time. Here he saw a booth
a good look at the Princess he couldn't contain with a red curtain, that had once been new, but
himself any longer; he threw himself down before now was ragged and covered with spots. A rough-
her on one knee, and said: looking fellow in a plaid jacket stood before the
"Most beautiful Gold Princess! You are so booth, blew into a trumpet and cried-that the peo-
beautiful that you can't begin to imagine it; and ple should step in, there were the greatest wonders
if you could, you are still a hundred times beauti- in the world to be seen a calf with two heads, a
fuller. I am a little Blackamoor, who is growing pig who laid the cards and told fortunes, and the
.white every day, and the tune I have just played highly celebrated, wonderfully-beautiful Gold Prin-
is not my most beautiful by far. A husband you cess for whom nobles had fought and died.
must certainly have, and, if you will only marry me, "This can't be your Gold Princess?" said he,
I shall be so joyful that I will hop with both legs 'but went in though.
over the table.". Then it seemed to him as if he should sink into
When the Princess heard this, she made up a the very earth for horror; for it was indeed she.
face at first like the geese when it lightens -for, But the gold was worn off almost everywhere, and
in spite of all her beauty, remarkably clever was he saw that she was plated.
she by no means, and then she began to laugh so "Mercy on us!" he cried out. "How came
loudly that she was obliged to hold her sides with you here, and how you do look I"
her two hands. And the three chambermaids "What's the matter, then ?" returned she as if
thought they must laugh with her, and, all at once, it were nothing. And then after it occurred to her
in stepped the footmen and, as they saw who was that he must certainly have seen her when she
kneeling before the Gold Princess, they burst out in was all golden, she added angrily: Do you sup-
such a peal of laughter that it rang through the pose one can wear forever, you foolish doodle?
whole city. Just attend to your own affairs!"
Then a terrible fright came over the little Black- Then he came very near laughing right out, for
amoor, for he saw that he must have said some- he saw that she did not know him. But he was
thing stupid. He grasped his fiddle, tore open much too sorry for her and so he inquired, very
the door and sprang down-stairs with three bounds, low, if she could not guess at all who he was. He
Then he fled, without once looking round, through was the little Blackamoor that she laughed at so
the city, across lots to the nearest woods. once upon a time, long ago.
There he flung himself, tired to death, down Now it was her turn to be quite still and
into the grass and wept as if he would swim him- ashamed; and with many sobs she told how, at
self away. By and by he grew calmer, and said first in a few spots, and then almost everywhere,
to himself: "When the coachman is drunk, the the gold had worn off, how she concealed it from
horses run away! Are you clever, or are you her subjects for a long time, and how they found
stupid? You want to marry the Gold Princess ? it out, though, at length, and drove her away.
Out-and-out stupid are you! You needn't wonder Now she was going about with the fairs, but was
that people laugh at you." very tired of it, and, if he were of the same
With this he hung his fiddle over his back again, mind as before, she should be very glad to marry
whistled up his courage and wandered farther, and him.
went, as before, from city to city and from land to Upon this he answered her very earnestly, that
land. And from year to year he became ever he pitied her from his heart, but that he was too
whiter and the people loved him more and more, sensible to marry a Plated Princess. He certainly
for the airs he composed were ever more beautiful, hoped to find a much better wife than she. Then
and nobody could equal him on the violin. And he went out of the booth and left the Plated Prin-
when he was big and a grown-up man, he looked cess almost bursting with rage. As he went she
quite white, yes, even whiter and cleaner than cried after him continually-" Negro-fellow! Ne-
most other people. Nobody would ever have sus- gro-fellow! Coal-black Negro-fellow who crocks I"


and the like. But no one knew whom she meant, be carried through the city in a golden chariot,
for not a speck of black had been left for ever and and presented him with a house and so much
ever so long. money that he had enough for his whole life long.
He went calmly on therefore, without ever look- And he found a wife also. No princess it is true,
ing round, and was glad enough that he never in and still less one over-And-over golden, but a wife
his life heard anything more from the Plated Prin- with a golden heart. With her he lived joyful and
cess. highly honored to a good old age.
For a time he continued his old wandering life; But the Plated Princess became, from day to
but, after he had seen almost all the world, and day, uglier and uglier; and when the last speck
was beginning to get weary of all this going about, of gold had worn off, she had been thrown about
it happened that the king heard of his playing and so much that she was full of bunches and dents.
commanded that he should be called to court. At last she came to a dealer in old clothes and
One tune after another must he play before him second-hand goods. There still she stands to-day,
till far into the middle of the night; and at last in the corner in the midst of all kinds of rubbish,
the king came down from his throne, embraced and has time to consider how much wears off in
him, and inquired, if he would be his best friend, this world beauty as well as ugliness and how
As he consented, the king commanded that he all that is underneath comes out to sight at last.

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L ITTLE AHMOW was an Eskimo boy about Arctic summer of two or three "ihs, when the
ten years old, who lived with his parents on ice is all gone, they hunt them on the islands that
the bleak shores of northern Hudson's Bay. lie thickly off the mainland and in the waters near
The Eskimo call themselves Innuits in their own them; for the walrus is a huge animal that loves
language, and the particular tribe to which Ahmow the water and lives in it nearly altogether, leaving'
belonged were Iwillik Innuits, so called from it only to bask in the sun on a small island or near
i-wick, the Eskimo for walrus, because they lived the edge of a cake of ice.
almost altogether upon walrus. During eight or When a walrus is secured by the Eskimo, its meat
nine months of the year, when the ice is along their is sewed up in its own hide, to prevent the dogs
shores, they hunt and kill the walrus on the outer from eating it up; and it is a good protection, for
edge of the ice-floe which is the great wide strip of to bite through the thick skin is like trying to bite
ice frozen fast to the shores and held by the islands through a piece of rubber belting. The walrus oil
and reefs here and there -or on the ice-pack, saved about a barrelful for each animal was
which is the floating cakes of ice that have broken formerly sewed up in sealskin bags and covered
off from the floe during storms. During the short with large stones to protect it from the dogs, wolves


and foxes; but as whalemen have come among with a light sledge when a number are harnessed
them, and ships have been wrecked on their ice- to it.
bound coasts, they have saved the large casks, hold- Once or twice the dogs threw their noses in the
ing four and five barrels, and now fill these with air and sniffed the breeze. Then Nannook would
oil. Although this oil is got in the summer, as I take one dog, the best hunter, out of the sledge,
have said, it is only needed in the winter when they and the dog's nose would lead him to a seal-hole in
are living in houses of snow and burn the oil in the ice. Here the two would wait a few minutes,
their lamps to warm them. So the casks generally and if the seal did not come to blow" (which
remain on the islands until the ice forms to them, means to get its breath, the first gasp or two being
and over this they ride merrily on their sledges to quite loud), they would resume their sledge jour-
get it from time to time. ney. One seal came up to breathe while theywere
It was in winter when little Ahmow's father watching it, and Ahmow's father caught it with his
hitched up his sledge-team of six or eight fine dogs seal spear, just to instruct his little boy in the way
at the village where they where living, intending to
go to an island some ten or twelve miles distant
and get a cask or two of oil for the lamp, and some
of the walrus meat and some hide to feed to the dogs.
Ahmow's father, Nannook by name which
means the polar bear, for the Eskimo are named ESKIMO WALRUS SPEAR
like our Western Indians, after animals, birds, or-w n
a b--wooden handle.
incidents of their lives had intended at first to a c-walrus ivory lance.
go alone; but his little boy begged so hard to go e sealskin line extending to
and they humor their boys so in all their wishes h- barbed head.
that his father promised him that he might. So When ready for use the ivory lance is bent on" to the
Ahmow wrapped himself up in his new reindeer wooden handle, and the head placed on the end c; all held
St h i r in a straight line by the line e passed over the pin j. When
suit that his mother had just completed for him the head is driven under the skin of an animal, a twist is
from the reindeer skins his father had secured in given the spear which breaks off at c and a, the wood and
the fall, for it was a very cold day out-of-doors, al- ivory falling away, and nothing but the line is left in the
though the Eskimo seldom notice the cold, however hands of the hunter.
intense it may be, unless the wind is blowing sharp of hunting and catching them. The hole in the
from the direction in which they want to travel, snow where the seal breathes is not much larger
He helped his father, as all Eskimo children are than a dime or quarter of a dollar; so you can see
very fond of doing, with such aid as he could in that the dog's keen nose is needed to find so small
preparing for the journey. He brought water in a an affair among vast fields of ice.
sealskin bucket, and with his father put a thick The seal was thrown on the sledge, and they
coating of ice on the bottom of his sledge runners were off again for the island with its oil-casks.
so that they would glide over the snow smoothly. When they were very near to it, what should they
He helped catch the dogs and harness them and see spring up from its side, where he had evidently
tie them to the sledge; and when this was done been prowling around the oil-casks and meat-cairns
ran into the snow-house or rather crawled in on (huge stones piled over the meat) to get a meal,
his hands and knees, so low is the door and got but a huge polar bear that made off across the ice
his father's whip and their lunch to eat while they to escape.
were gone. Then both of them jumping on the Nannook leaned forward and, by a single pulling
sledge, the long whiplash was cracked over the on a strap, let loose the whole team of dogs. They
backs of the dogs and away they went on as merry soon brought the polar bear to bay, sitting up on
a ride as any young fellow would wish to take, his haunches fighting them, and here they remained
whether Eskimo or civilized boy. till Nannook came up with his gun, and with a
On they went at this fast gait for two or three single effectual shot killed the great animal. He
miles. Then the dogs were allowed to drop down was soon skinned, the meat from his carcass putin
to a pleasant trot, a gait they will keep up all day a stone cairn for dog-food in the future.


Then Ahmow's father commenced loading his after killing one and maiming others, and paid their
sledge. A small cask of oil was put on, and an- attention to him, and I suppose the poor little
other larger one about a third filled with walrus Eskimo thought that his hour had come. They
meat for the clogs; the seal and bearskin put in piled up around the cask in a most ferocious man-
the latter. Then father and son started home, the ner, snapping and growling. One put his paws on
former walking alongside; for the load was heavy the top of the cask. Ahmow knocked him off with
and the dogs now had to go at a walk. They were the spear, and the others withdrew a little. They
nearly half-way back home when Nannook saw soon came back to the charge and the most fero-
some reindeer on a low ridge of the land near which cious jumped on the smaller cask. Ahmow
they were traveling. He asked Ahmow to watch knocked this one down with the spear, wounding
the dogs while he would take the gun and try hard him with its sharp point.
to get one or two, for there is no meat in the Arctic As the wolves withdrew a little the second time,
that the Eskimo prizes so highly as that of a rein- Ahmow reached down in the cask, and, although it
deer. would seem to require the strength of a man, he
Presently Ahmow saw him disappear over the lifted the hundred-pound seal and threw it out of
hills and he was left alone, amusing himself now the cask, when the voracious beasts pounced upon
and then by whacking a dog over the nose with the it and commenced tearing it to pieces, truly hun-
whip that tried to steal something from the sledge, gry as wolves." Just then the boy saw his father
By and by he sat down, thinking it was full time to coming not over a hundred yards away as he sur-
hear a shot from his father's gun. All the dogs mounted a high hummock of ice, looking for his
had curled up on the snow and gone to sleep, and sledge, his reindeer chase having been unsuccess-
he was listlessly punching the snow with the tip of ful. And now Ahmow, knowing there would be
a long walrus spear that his father was bringing short work with the wolves as soon as he did arrive,
back home from the island. In fact he was almost could not resist a hunter's temptation; with up-
half asleep when he heard an angry growl near him lifted walrus spear, and throwing all the remainder
that he took to be caused by a dog trying to steal of his strength into the thrust, he cast the spear into
from the sledge, another interrupting him. Cast- the shoulder of one of the wrangling wolves. The
ing his head around, he saw what he yet thought walrus spear is so made that with a slight twist the
was an unharnessed dog; but a second glance handle is disengaged when an animal is struck, and
showed him plainly it was a huge wolf, grinning the hunter has only the long seal-line with the barb
savagely at him, not over twenty feet away. Ahmow under the skin just as an angler has a fish. And
manfully brought his spear-point to the front and so it was with Ahmow and the wolf. The spear
felt that he was equal to his enemy when, to his handle fell to the ground, and Ahmow had the
horror, he saw that there were three or four others wolf by the line, and on to this he held with all his
trotting up into sight. He shouted at them and might, while the others scampered away frightened
brandished his spear and this awakened the dogs. by this strange proceeding. He got the line turned
To them the pack of wolves turned their attention; around a projecting stave and this helped him to
for, singular as it may seem, there is nothing that hold the plunging, howling animal; and when Nan-
they apparently like so well as dog-flesh, attacking nook came up he was greeted with one of the most
them in preference to anything around, singular sights he ever beheld in his life his lit-
Ahmow now thought he would attack the wolves tle boy with a speared wolf at the end of his walrus
while they were battling with his dogs. But he line trying ineffectually to get away, while Ahmow
knew how ferocious and large they were; one alone was grinning from one ear to the other over his
could easily kill him if it got any advantage over success. The dead and mangled dogs told him
him. So he jumped into the open cask about a the story well enough, however; but when it was
third full of the walrus meat, the seal and bear-skin, explained in full to him, and to the people of the
Then keeping his trusty spear handy he picked up village, the boy was voted a hero, and always
the whip and applied it so lustily to the wolves with after was Ah-mow, which in the Eskimo language
all his strength that they turned from the dogs, means the Wolf."



T HE news of "our venture and its golden re- "It isn't a fortune, you know," said Lottie one
suits soon spread through the village, and we day; "it's a nest-egg. Don't you remember just
received much advice as to the disposal of our for- how uncle David looked when he said that? I
tune. didn't think much of it at the time, but now I sup-
"Silk dresses, girls," said pretty Isabella Wil- pose he meant that we ought to use it to bring
liams; "blue for you, Jennie, and pink for Lottie. more."
They will be perfectly lovely, and you will outshine "That's so, Charlotte; we must go into business
everybody at parties." with it. It's our 'capital' as they say in the arith-
What did we want of silk dresses to wear at metic questions; and we shall have to be contin-
husking bees and candy scrapes which were the ually doing these examples -'A and B commenced
chief entertainments of our neighborhood ? And, if business with a capital of eighty dollars in equal
we desired to outshine everybody, we secretly told shares. They gained, etc., etc.' But what kind of
ourselves, though we didn't even put it into words, business ? That's the question."
that it was in something far grander than dress Put your fortune into your head and you can't
that we would excel, if we should succeed in realiz- lose it," read my brother Ben who was stretched
ing our ideal. on the broad window-seat conning the Farmer's
"Now, children, listen to me," said old, white- Almanac.
haired Farmer Jones who, I am sorry to say, had "That isn't a bad idea," said Charlotte.
the reputation of being something of a miser. Lis- "I should rather think not," replied Ben. "It's
ten to me; young folks never want to take advice, my namesake, Benjamin Franklin's. But come,
but I'll give you some, nevertheless. Put your Jenny, have you mended my mittens? I must be
money into the Savings Bank and let it 'cumulate; off to begin my career as a snow-shoveller." And
there it'll be safe and growing, and ye needn't away he went whistling, working right and left down
touch it, but ye'll always know ye've got something towards the gate with his broad shovel, for our
to fall back upon." first snow had come and winter was setting in early.
We thanked him, and so far followed his advice "Eighty dollars isn't enough to put into our
as to deposit the money in the Savings Bank, op- heads," I said slowly after he was gone. "We ought
portunely, for it was just then the beginning of a to invest it in some way, and use the earnings
quarter, and it would go on interest at once. There straight along for years to stock our brains with."
it was, safe, and beginning to "'cumulate," as the "The Savings Bank won't give us enough," and
old man said, but as to not touching it -that was Lottie quickly calculated-" eighty dollars at six
quite another thing; we didn't agree to that at all. per cent., only four dollars and eighty cents a year.
We thought, and we talked, sometimes taking That won't do."
our fathers and mothers into counsel; and some- So the days went by, and the money had been
times over the stocking basket in our own special three months in the bank before we reached our
cosey corner, of a Saturday afternoon, while we permanent plan, and it came to us by means of
mended the boys' stockings. Our parents were Charlotte's old blue and green plaid dress.
wisely disposed to let us alone in this matter. It "Don't despise the humble guidemarks that
is their own money," said my dear mother, "let show you the way," my good old grandmother used
them use it as they please. They will buy expe- to say.
rience with it, if nothing else." The blue and green plaid, for two years Char-


lotte's best, was to be turned this winter and made We tried to be calm and eat our suppers and an-
one for school wear, and Miss Twitchel, the little swer the questions about cousin Hattie's baby and
dressmaker who went from house to house by the uncle John's rheumatism; but, "0 mother, I am
day, came to work upon it. I went in after school going to make you an apron this very evening, just
to help overcast the seams and pull out the bastings, to show you," or where shall we keep it, and how
and to see that it looked as good as new, and quite much shall we charge a day for the hiring ? inter-
as handsome on this side as on the other, rupted all other subjects of conversation.
Miss Twitchel had of course heard of our ven- "Well, children," said my father after supper,
ture," and it was from her that we got the advice "do you want me to unbox it, or can't you let any-
which helped us to a decision, body touch it but the proprietors?"
Now girls," she said, if I were you, and had We were in too much of a hurry to be particular
eighty dollars to spare, I should buy one of those this time, and we begged him to unbox it quickly.
new-fashioned sewing machines. You never saw Isn't it a beauty !" And we rattled off a vol-
anything like it -wonderful, I tell you. You put uble descriptive lecture on the tension screw, feed-
in your work and have hardly time to think about foot, upper and lower thread, length of stitch, etc.,
it before it comes out all done; beautiful straight etc., and it was plain to see that our audience was
rows of little stitches, as the German lady used to duly impressed. And when I sat down, and with
say last summer, when she talked of the sewing in all the hum and rattle of a little factory illustrated
her own country, 'like little pearls, one just like our lecture by really making a calico apron for my
the another. You can make a dress in no time. mother in just thirty minutes, there was quite a
Buy a sewing machine, girls, and let it by the day, burst of applause in which even the boys joined.
or the week, if anybody has work enough to last it The next day we held a reception. Miss Twitchel
a week, and you'll find your profit in it." was our first caller, early in the morning on the way
And we did buy a sewing machine, to her work.
In the Christmas vacation we had an invitation "Well, girls, you make me wish I was young
to go to Boston, a great event for us and just the again," she said cheerily. I'll engage it for the
opportunity we desired to see the wonderful ma- first day you are ready to let it, and if I can man-
chine, learn to use it, and invest our money in it. age it I'd like it for a whole week in the early
Cousin Hattie and her husband were heartily spring."
kind about it, and spent hour after hour in helping "What's in your bundle ?" I asked.
us to decide the great question to the best advan- "Old Miss Betty's new calico dress, and a mighty
tage; and when at last the Grover and Baker ma- stiff calico it is too," she answered.
chine was bought and paid for, and started on the Let me stitch a breadth or two before you go,"
freight train, that it might reach home as soon as said I; and ten minutes later she was hurrying
we should, you couldn't have found two happier down the street eager to show Miss Betty the beau-
girls than we were. tiful stitching.
We had both learned to use it, and on our way That's as good an advertisement as you could
home we spent the time testing each other's knowl- have," said practical Ben, as he watched her re-
edge by difficult questions, treating figure. "I don't suppose you did it for
What must you do if it puckers ?" asked Lottie. that though. Girls never know what they are
"Turn the tension screw a little to the left," I about."
answered promptly, and gave her a question on He threw out this last remark as a sort of wager
setting the needles, and so on, until the short win- of battle, but we were too busy this morning to an-
ter twilight shut in about us, and we saw our own swer him.
church steeple against the red sky. One after another the neighbors dropper in. All
The sewing machine, carefully boxed, was await- the girls wanted to try it; and I never dared to take
ing us in the freight house. It filled father's sleigh, my eyes off them for fear they should do some harm
and we girls proposed to ride home standing on the to our treasure, while Charlotte sat and basted
runners and holding to the back of the sleigh, but hems and seams by the hour, that we might have
a neighbor drove up at that moment and took us in. work enough on which to exhibit our powers.


If I can work it, mother says put her name down book ? I can show it to you as well as if I had it
for a day next week," said Bell Williams. before me now to copy. Here it is:
And two days for us, if it will do boy's clothes.
Will it, Jennie ?" asked Esther Lowe. r. GROVER AND BAKER SEWING MACHINE. Cr.
The day went on; our list of engagements length- To Grover & Baker Sewing Miss Twitchell, I day, .25
ened, and we were fast working ourselves into a Machine, $80.oo Mrs. Williams, z .25
Freight, .50 Mrs. Lowe, 2 "
fever of excitement. In the afternoon came two Mrs. West, 3 .5
dear old ladies, twins, Aunt Tenty (Content) and
Aunt Thankey (Thankful), still bright and vigorous "How much do you suppose there will be to put
in spite of their seventy-seven years, and bearing into our heads by next September, Jane ?" asked
witness every day of their sweet old lives to the Charlotte, as we sat the next Saturday afternoon
appropriateness of their names, over the stocking basket, for, alas, the machine
"We heard the girls had bought one of the new- would not darn stockings.
fangled sewing machines, and we have come to see Two hundred and eighty days." I counted from
it," said Aunt Tenty. January 2, to September i, deducting Sundays. "If
When Charlotte had hemmed a sheet in five min- we let it every day at twenty-five cents, that would
utes by the clock, they pushed up their spectacles give us fifty-two dollars; but of course we sha'n't
and looked into each other's faces with amaze- do that. Let's say forty."
ment. "That's fifty per cent. on the cost," said Char-
That we should have lived, sister, to see such a lotte who was always quick at figures. "I don't
thing as this! My father used to say You can believe we can do that really, do you ?"
never tell what the Lord has in store for you.' You I did; but I wasn't right about it after all.
may think the Lord didn't make that machine, but Things didn't always go well. Mrs. Brown, after
I say He did, and it's almost a miracle." trying it one day, said she'd rather do her work in
But if I stop to tell you all the neighbors' com- the old way than worry herself to death to under-
ments, I shall not have time for the business part stand the thing. And poor, delicate Becky Han-
of my story, and I do want particularly to show you son said it made her back ache, and she didn't
how business-like we were. want to try it again. Bell Williams broke a needle
Ben might say, Girls don't know what they are the first day, and we couldn't charge her for it, she
about," but we answered him in that language of seemed so sorry; and so, one way and another,
facts which is beyond dispute. our prospective forty dollars turned out thirty.
First, we settled that we would charge twenty- We were not at a loss what to do with it. We
five cents a day, or one dollar a week, for the use had long wished above everything to go to the
of the machine. Ben agreed to take it, on sled or Academy in the next town; for our district school
wheelbarrow, to any house in the neighborhood had given us just a tempting glimpse of things
and back for five cents; or any family who chose which we expected would be revealed in their full
might send for it. Then we bought an account glory at the Academy. Ten dollars a term was
book and opened an account, more than our farmer fathers could well afford to
Which is the debtor side, and which the credit, pay for us, and when we set out on that bright
Charlotte?" I asked with my pen in the ink, and September morning for our two-mile walk to N- ,
an air of importance. with twenty dollars of our own earning in our pock-
Oh, dear me said Charlotte; that is some- ets wherewith to pay our bills in advance, we were
thing that always puzzles me. I have to stop and about the happiest girls you could wish to see.
think it out. A man's creditors are the people to The machine gave us two years at the Academy,
whom he owes money, they are the ones who re- and one or two courses of lectures in Boston be-
ceive, so we are creditors by what we receive. Isn't sides, and served us in more than one way for many
that so ? The credit side is the one where we must years afterwards. And it made, as well as paid for,
put the money we receive, and on the debtor side Charlotte's wedding dress, when Will Manning
what we paid for the machine." came home from China, and we had a wedding at
Do you want to see the first page of our account the next house.


"And it was after you left the Academy that you they were married," broke in Will, and it was all
went out West to teach, aunt Jane, wasn't it ?" because of sending the apples to San Francisco."
asked Margie. Yes, all because of sending the apples to San
"Yes, and your mother took the district school Francisco." That has become our favorite ending
at home." to every story of the old times, when we were
"And then my father came home from sea and young.

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(A Story of Colonial Times.)

IN the Name of God Amen! the Thirteenth Day Now, she seized eagerly at the opportunity of im-
of September One Thousand Seven Hundred proving her style of living. The old Wales house
Fifty & eight, I, Thomas Wales of Braintree, in the quite a pretentious edifice for those times. All
County of Suffolk & Province of the Massachusetts w q a pr r .
Bay in New England, Gent-being in good health the drawback to her delight was, that Grandma
of Body and of Sound Disposing mind and Mem- should have the southwest fire-room. She wanted
ory, Thanks be given to God Calling to mind to set up her high-posted bedstead with its enor-
my mortality, Do therefore in my health make and mous feather-bed in that, and have it for her fore-
ordain this my Last Will and Testament. And Firstroperly, it was the fore-room, being right
room. Properly, it was the fore-room, being right
I Recommend my Soul into the hand of God who
gave it- Hoping through grace to obtain Salvation across the entry from the family sitting room.
thro' the merits and Mediation of Jesus Christ my There was a tall chest of drawers that would fit in
only Lord and Dear Redeemer, and my body to be so nicely between the windows, too. Take it alto-
Decently inter", at the Discretion of my Executer, gether, she was chagrined at having to give up the
believing at the General Resurection to receive southwest room; but there was no help for it-
the Same again by the mighty Power of God And
such worldly estate as God in his goodness hath there it was in Deacon Wales' will.
graciously given me after Debts, funeral Expenses Mrs. Dorcas was the youngest of all the sons'
&c, are Paid I give & Dispose of the Same as wives, as her husband was the latest born. She
Followeth was quite a girl to some of them. Grandma had
Imprimis- I Give to my beloved Wife Sarah a
Imprimis- I Give to my beloved Wife Sarah a never more than half approved of her. Dorcas was
good Sute of mourning apparel Such as she may n r r
Choose also if she acquit my estate of Dower and high-strung and flighty, she said. She had her
third-therin (as we have agreed) Then that my Ex- doubts about living happily with her. But Atherton
ecuter return all of Household movables she bought was anxious for this division of the property, and
at our marriage & since that are remaining, also to he was her youngest darling, so she gave in. She'
Pay to her or Her Heirs That Note of Forty Pound f
I gave to her, when she acquited my estate and I felt lonely, and out of her element, when everything
hers. Before Division to be made as herein exprest, was arranged, she established in the southwest fire-
also the Southwest fire-Room in my House, a right room, and Atherton's family keeping house in the
in my Cellar, Halfe the Garden, also the Privi- others, though things started pleasantly and peace-
lege of water at the well & yard room and to bake ably enough.
in the oven what she hath need of to improve her
Life-time by her. It occurred to her that her son Samuel might
have her own "help," a stout woman, who had
After this, followed a division of his property worked in her kitchen for many years, and she take
amongst his children, five sons, and two daughters, in exchange his little bound girl, Ann Ginnins.
The Homeplace" was given to his sons Ephraim She had always taken a great fancy to the child.
and Atherton. Ephraim had a good house of his There was a large closet out of the southwest room,
own, so he took his share of the property in land, where she could sleep, and she could be made
and Atherton went to live in the old homestead, very useful, taking steps, and running warrants "
His quarters had been poor enough; he had not for her.
been so successful as his brothers, and had been Mr. Samuel and his wife hesitated a little, when
unable to live as well. It had been a great cross this plan was proposed. In spite of the trouble
to his wife, Dorcas, who was very high spirited, she gave them, they were attached to Ann, and did
She had compared, bitterly, the poverty of her not like to part with her, and Mrs. Polly was just
household arrangements with the abundant com- getting her "larnt" her own ways, as she put it.
fort of her sisters-in-law. Privately, she feared Grandma would undo all the


good she had done, in teaching Ann to be smart .had proposed to do some baking. Grandma bore
and capable. Finally they gave in, with the under- it patiently for a long time; but Ann was with
standing that it was not to be considered necessa- difficulty restrained from freeing her small mind,
rily a permanent arrangement, and Ann went to and her black eyes snapped more dangerously at
live with the old lady. every new offence.
Mrs. Dorcas did not relish this any more than One morning, Grandma had two loaves of riz
she did the appropriation of the southwest fire-room, bread," and some election cakes, rising, and was
She had never liked Ann very well. Besides she intending to bake them in about an hour, when they
had two little girls of her own, and she fancied Ann should be sufficiently light. What should Mrs.
rivaled them in Grandma's affection. So, soon after Dorcas do, but mix up sour milk bread and some
the girl was established in the house, she began to pies with the greatest speed, and fill up the oven,
show out in various little ways. before Grandma's cookery was ready!
Thirsey, her youngest child, was a mere baby, a Grandma sent Ann out into the kitchen to put
round fat dumpling of a thing. She was sweet, and the loaves in the oven and lo and behold! the
good-natured, and the pet of the whole family, oven was full. Ann stood staring for a minute,
Ann was very fond of playing with her, and tend- with a loaf of election cake in her hands; that and
ing her, and Mrs. Dorcas began to take advantage the bread would be ruined if they were not baked
of it. The minute Ann was at liberty she was immediately, as they were raised enough. Mrs.
called upon to take care of Thirsey. The constant Dorcas had taken Thirsey and stepped out some-
carrying about such a heavy child soon began to where, and there was no one in the kitchen. Ann
make her shoulders stoop and ache. Then Grandma set the election cake back on the table. Then,
took up the cudgels. She was smart and high- with the aid of the tongs, she reached into the brick
spirited, but she was a very peaceable old lady on oven and took out every one of Mrs. Dorcas' pies
her own account, and fully resolved to put up with and loaves. Then she arranged them deliberately
every thing from Dorcas, rather than have strife in in a pitiful semicircle on the hearth, and put
the family." She was not going to see this helpless Grandma's cookery in the oven.
little girl imposed on, however. "The little gal She went back to the southwest room then, and
ain't goin' to get bent all over, tendin' that heavy sat quietly down to her spinning. Grandma asked
baby, Dorcas," she proclaimed. "You can jist if she had put the things in, and she said "Yes,
make up your mind to it. She didn't come here ma'am," meekly. There was a bright red spot on
to do sech work." each of her dark cheeks.
Dorcas had to make up her mind to it, but it When Mrs. Dorcas entered the kitchen, carrying
rankled. Thirsey wrapped up in an old homespun blanket,
Ann's principal duties were scouring "the she nearly dropped as her gaze fell on the fire-
brasses" in Grandma's room, taking steps for her, place and the hearth. There sat her bread and
and spinning her stint every day. Grandma set pies, in the most lamentable half-baked, sticky,
smaller stints than Mrs. Polly. As time went on, 'doughy condition imaginable. She opened the
she helped about the cooking. She and Grandma oven, and peered in. There were Grandma's loaves,
cooked their own victuals, and ate from a little all a lovely brown. Out they came, with a twitch.
separate table in the common kitchen. It was a Luckily, they were done. Her own went in, but
very large room, and might have accommodated they were irretrievable failures.
several families, if they could have agreed. There Of course, quite a commotion came from this.
was a big oven, and a roomy fire-place. Good Dorcas raised her shrill voice pretty high, and
Deacon Wales had probably seen no reason at all -Grandma, though she had been innocent of the
why his "beloved wife should not have her right whole transaction, was so blamed that she gave
therein with the greatest peace and concord. Dorcas a piece of her mind at last. Ann surveyed
But it soon came to pass that Mrs. Dorcas' pots the nice brown loaves, and listened to the talk in
and kettles were all prepared to hang on the tram- secret satisfaction; but she had to suffer for it after-
mels when Grandma's were, and an army of cakes ward. Grandma punished her for the first time,
and pies marshalled togo in the oven when Grandma and she discovered that that kind old hand was


pretty firm an, strong. No matter what you think, Ann, going down the cellar-stairs, with a lighted
or whether you air in the rights on't, or not, a little candle, after some butter for tea, spied the beauti-
gal mustn't ever sass her elders," said Grandma. ful rolls swinging overhead. What possessed her
But if Ann's interference was blamable, it was to, she could not herself have told- she certainly
productive of one good result the matter came had no wish to injure Mrs. Dorcas' wicks but she
to Mr. Atherton's ears, and he had a stern sense of pinched up a little end of the fluffy flax and touched
justice when roused, and a great veneration for his her candle to it. She thought she would see how
mother. His father's will should be carried out that little bit would burn off. She soon found out.
to the letter, he declared; and it was. Grandma The flame caught, and ran like lightning through
baked and boiled in peace, outwardly, at least, after the whole bundle. There was a great puff of fire
that. and smoke, and poor Mrs. Dorcas' fine candle-
Ann was a great comfort to her; she was out- wicks were- gone. Ann screamed, and sprang
growing her wild, mischievous ways, and she was down stairs. She barely escaped the whole blaze
so bright and quick. She promised to be pretty, too. coming in her face.
Grandma compared her favorably with her own "What's that!" shrieked Mrs. Dorcas, rushing
grandchildren, especially Mrs. Dorcas' eldest to the cellar-door. Words can not describe her
daughter Martha, who was nearly Ann's age. feeling when she saw that her nice candle-wicks,
" Marthy's a pretty little gal enough," she used to the fruit of her day's toil, were burnt up.
say, "but she ain't got the snap to her that Ann If ever there was a wretched culprit that night,
has, though I wouldn't tell Atherton's wife so, for Ann was. She had not meant to do wrong, but
the world." that, maybe, made it worse for her in one way. She
She promised Ann her gold beads, when she had not even gratified malice to sustain her.
should be done with them, under strict injunctions Grandma blamed her, almost as severely as Mrs.
not to say anything about it till the time came; Dorcas. She said she didn't know what would
for the others might feel hard as she wasn't her "become of a little gal, that was so keerless," and
own flesh and blood. The gold beads were Ann's decreed that she must stay at home from school
ideals of beauty, and richness, though she did not and work on candle-wicks till Mrs. Dorcas' loss
like to hear Grandma talk about being done with was made good to her. Ann listened ruefully.
them." Grandma always wore them around her She was scared and sorry, but that did not seem to
fair, plump old neck; she had never seen her with- help matters any. She did not want any supper,
out her string of beads. and she went to bed early and cried herself to
As before said, Ann was now very seldom mis- sleep.
chievous enough to make herself serious trouble; Somewhere about midnight, a strange sound
but, once in a while, her natural propensities would woke her up. She called out to Grandma in alarm.
crop out. When they did, Mrs. Dorcas was exceed- The same sound had awakened her. Get up, an'
ingly bitter. Indeed, her dislike of Ann was, at light a candle, child," said she; "I'm afeard the
all times, smouldering, and needed only a slight baby's sick."
fanning to break out. Ann scarcely had the candle lighted, before the
One stormy winter day, Mrs. Dorcas had been door opened, and Mrs. Dorcas appeared in her
working till dark, making candle-wicks. When nightdress- she was very pale, and trembling all
she came to get tea, she tied the white fleecy rolls over. "Oh!" she gasped, "it'sthe baby. Thirsey's
together, a great bundle of them, and hung them got the croup, an' Atherton's away, and there ain't
up in the cellar-way, over the stairs, to be out of the anybody to go for the doctor. O what shall I do,
way. They were extra fine wicks, being made of what shall I do!" She fairly wrung her hands.
flax for the company candles. I've got a good Hev you tried the skunk's oil," asked Grandma
job done," said Mrs. Dorcas, surveying them com- eagerly, preparing to get up.
placently Her husband had gone to Boston, and Yes, I have, I have It's a good hour since she
was not coming home till the next day, so she had woke up, an' I've tried everything. It hasn't done
had a nice chance to work at them, without as much any good. I thought I wouldn't call you, if I could
interruption as usual, help it, but she's worse -only hear her! An' Ath-


erton's away I Oh! what shall I do, what shall I room into the kitchen. Ann slipped through it
do?" hastily, lit a lantern which was hanging beside the
"Don't take on so, Dorcas," said Grandma, kitchen chimney, and was out doors in a minute.
tremulously, but cheeringly. "I'll come right The storm was one of sharp, driving sleet, which
along, an' why, child, what air you goin' to do ?" struck her face like so many needles. The first
Ann had finished dressing herself, and now she blast, as she stepped outside the door, seemed to
was pinning a heavy homespun blanket over her almost force her back, but her heart did not fail
head, as if she were preparing to go out doors, her. The snow was not so very deep, but it was
"I'm going after the doctor for Thirsey," said hard walking. There was no pretense of a path.


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Ann, her black eyes flashing with determination. The doctor lived half a mile away, and there was
"0 will you, will you !" cried Mrs. Dorcas, catch- not a house in the whole distance, save the Meet-
ing at this new help. ing House and schoolhouse. It was very dark.
"Hush, Dorcas," said Grandma, sternly. "It's Lucky it was that she had taken the lantern; she
an awful storm out -jist hear the wind blow! It could not have found her way without it.
ain't fit fur her to go. Her life's jist as precious On kept the little slender, erect figure, with the
as Thirsey's." fierce determination in its heart, through the
Ann. said nothing more, but she went into her snow and sleet, holding the blanket close over its
own little room with the same determined look in head, and swinging the feeble lantern bravely.
her eyes. There was a door leading from this When she reached the doctor's house, he was


gone. He had started for the North Precinct early South Precinct in this dreadful storm to save little
in the evening, his good wife said; he was called Thirsey Wales' life.
down to Captain Isaac Lovejoy's, the house next When Ann came to herself a little, her first ques.
the North Precinct Meeting House. She'd been tion was, if the doctor were ready to go.
sitting up waiting for him, it was such an awful He's gone," said Mrs. Lovejoy, cheeringly.
storm, and such a lonely road. She was worried, but Ann felt disappointed. She had thought she
she didn't think he'd start for home that night; she was going back with him. But that would have
guessed he'd stay at Captain Lovejoy's till morning. been impossible. She could not have stood the
The doctor's wife, holding her door open, as best journey for the second time that night, even on
she could, in the violent wind, had hardly given this horseback behind the doctor, as she had planned.
information to the little snow-bedraggled object She drank a second bowlful of herb tea, and went
standing out there in the inky darkness, through to bed with a hot stone at her feet, and a great
which the lantern made a faint circle of light, many blankets and coverlids over her.
before she had disappeared. The next morning, Captain Lovejoy carried her
She went like a speerit," said the good woman, home. He had a rough wood sled, and she rode
staring out into the blackness in amazement. She on that, on an old quilt; it was easier than horse-
never dreamed of such a thing as Ann's going to back, and she was pretty lame and tired.
the North Precinct after the doctor, but that was Mrs. Dorcas saw her coming and opened the
what the daring girl had determined to do. She door. When Ann came up on the stoop, she just
had listened to the doctor's wife in dismay, but threw her arms around her and kissed her.
with never one doubt as to her own course of pro- "You needn't make the candle-wicks," said she.
ceeding. It's no matter about them at all. Thirsey's better
Straight along the road to the North Precinct this morning, an' I guess you saved her life."
she kept. It would have been an awful journey that Grandma was fairly bursting with pride and
aight for a strong man. It seemed incredible that delight in her little gal's brave feat, now that she
a little girl could have the strength or courage to saw her safe. She untied the gold beads on her
accomplish it. There were four miles to traverse neck, and fastened them around Ann's. "There,"
in a black, howling storm, over a pathless road, said she, "you may wear them to school to-day, if
through forests, with hardly a house by the way. you'll be keerful."
When she reached Captain Isaac Lovejoy's house, That day, with the gold beads by way of celebra-
next to the Meeting House in the North Precinct of tion, began a new era in Ann's life. There was
Braintree, stumbling blindly into the warm, lighted no more secret animosity between her and Mrs.
kitchen, the captain and the doctor could hardly Dorcas. The doctor had come that night in the
believe their senses. She told the doctor about very nick of time. Thirsey was almost dying. Her
Thirsey; then she almost fainted from cold and mother was fully convinced that Ann had saved
exhaustion. her life, and she never forgot it. She was a woman
Good wife Lovejoy laid her on the settee, and of strong feelings, who never did things by halves,
brewed her some hot herb tea. She almost forgot and she not only treated Ann with kindness, but
her own sick little girl, for a few minutes, in trying she seemed to smother her grudge against Grand-
to restore this brave child who had come from the ma for robbing her of the southwest fire-room.

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IT was always a great treat to Jim and me to wide oak settle whose plush cushions made a per-
visit Mrs. Hildebrand. In the first place we fect nest around us. We always shuddered a
had a feeling of conscious virtue when we were little, on coming in, at the leering black head that
allowed to go; for we knew that mamma would jutted out from the centre of the hall chimney. It
never let us stand at the great carved front door was the pride of Mr. Hildebrand's heart, and he
that led into what was to us fairy land and a curi- caressed the scaly neck as though he loved it. He
osity shop combined, until we were in our best said it was the finest grotesque in America, and
trim morally and physically. I suppose it was, but it gave me shivers down my
Mrs. Hildebrand was a beautiful old English back every time I looked at it.
lady now, but she had been a beautiful young Then there was Mrs. Hildebrand's cabinet that
English girl (as her portrait showed) when Mr. she knew we never tired of looking at. Nearly
Hildebrand had gone over from Germany and everything in it had been brought home from for-
married her. Instead of taking her from her eign seas, by her sailor captain uncle, more than
home to his, Mr. Hildebrand took all of his house- fifty years before. The thing Jim wanted most,
hold possessions, and went over to live among was a tiny model of a ship, made by a muti-
her sunny lanes and flowery hedge-rows with her. never while he was awaiting sentence. I always
Many years after, their only son came out to shuddered when Mrs. Hildebrand told us that he
America, and they followed him. There was in was hanged after all, but the ship was a beauty.
all America no horse suited to the valuable and The thing I most wanted was a pair of Turkish
curious collection of furniture they brought; so, slippers. They were fine white kid once oh!
as they were rich people, they built a house to so yellow now but they were the dearest little
suit themselves and their belongings. things in the world, to me. They had no heels,
Among all the admirers of the house and its and no piece above the sole in the back, and were
occupants, there were none more sincere than perfectly hard as though made of wood and cov-
Jim and I. ered. I suppose everybody knows the pointed
We never tired of looking at the odd paintings shape of Turkish slippers. These were richly em-
on the great porcelain stove, or rocking in the broidered in gold thread on the inside of the sole.
hoe ohi, r Hleban oo alofhs oue fft easbeor.Th tig i wntdmot


and had a large silk pompon on the toe. The perfect delight when the Kobold footman came
pompon was yellow like the kid, but the gold over bringing a note from Mrs. Warlock, asking
thread was as bright as if the hands that did it for Miss Chattie's company to luncheon and tea.
had put down the needle yesterday and sent the That meant a long afternoon.
slippers to the Bazaar. It would doubtless have all gone well but for
But the crowning glory of a visit to the Hilde- Chattie's vanity. She was a very vain little girl
brand house, was when the clock struck five and naturally, and she had been much piqued at her
Andrews, the solemn old butler of whom Jim and mother's praises of the little Warlocks.
I stood greatly in awe, brought in the tea service, After the invitation had come, and was accepted,
with the red and yellow quilted silk "cozy" for Chattie stole upstairs and sat down to think how
the pot, and the silver basket of wafers to eat as she could prove herself the superior of the much-
we drank the tea. Now Jim and I would have lauded neighbors. Mrs. Bemis had spoken of their
scorned tea and crackers at home, even when manners.
we were hungry enough to eat raw turnips, but it There is nobody can drop a prettier courtesy
was a feast here, with the tiny egg-shell cups, finer than I," said Chattie, and straightway betook her-
than the one mamma had in a plush case on the self to her sister's room, where the tall swinging
mantel in the parlor at home; and with Mrs. mirror stood, that she might practice.
Hildebrand's soft English voice telling us a story Only one bend had she made when her glance
that she had thought of especially for us. Some- alighted on a box that had just come down from
times the story was for Jim and sometimes it was London. She knew quite well that it held the
for me. My favorite I used to ask for often, until grand dress that her sister Lucy was to wear to
I came to know it pretty well. It was about Mrs. the Squire's coming-of-age party next week, but
Hildebrand when she was little Chattie Bemis at Chattie had never seen it.
home in England. "I'll just peep," she said; but just one peep
Mrs. Hildebrand had often told us about the did not suffice.
rambling old house with the hedged lawn in front, On top of the dress, lying there in all its
and the woody plantation behind, where little beauty of rose satin and lace, lay the pink gauze
Chattie Bemis lived and played, until we almost turban, the long, long, grey gloves, and the daintiest
forgot that she was Mrs. Hildebrand's self. She of vellum fans with cupids and trailing flowers
seemed like some quaint little girl that was living painted all over it. Chattie hesitated a minute,
there yet, whom we might know sometime. This and then the pink gauze turban crowned her own
was the story I always liked -but it misses half wild brown locks. To be sure it was very much
its charm without the fragrant tea, in the dainty too large, and rested on her ears, but to Chattie's
cups, the thin sweet wafers, and Mrs. Hildebrand's eyes that did not spoil the effect one bit. Then
voice. the gloves were drawn on, the fan spread, and
When little Chattie Bemis was about nine years Chattie attempted to drop her courtesy" in her
old, some very fine London people came to live near best style.
them. The family, named Warlock, consisted of a "I wonder," thought Chattie, "how I should
dignified father and mother, two grown sons, and look a real young lady, dress and all."
several little girls. Mr. and Mrs. Bemis, and Chat- She hardly dared; but, bit by bit, the rose satin
tie's young-lady sister, went over to Kobold (the dress was drawn out, put over her head, gauze tur-
name of the Warlocks' place) to call, and came ban and all, and fastened to the best of her abil-
back delighted with their new neighbors. ity. Of course she had no such waist as the young
O Chattie," said Mrs. Bemis with a sigh, if lady of that period, so the dress stood open most
you only could keep yourself neat like the War- of the way, but Chattie had to hold her head so
lock children and such beautiful manners "- and straight on account of the turban that she did not
poor Mrs. Bemis shook her head as though Chat- notice that much. Her dimpled neck looked very
tie were a hopeless case. pretty inside the lace tucker, and Chattie was thor-
The Warlocks returned the call, but still Chat- oughly satisfied.
tie had never seen them, so you may imagine her Oh! if the Warlocks could only see me now,"


and then, "Why shouldn't they ?" A little chill heedless child, to go alone and half-dressed of
ran over her at the audacity of the very thought, course !"
but Chattie was very vain, and she did want to If her mother could have seen Chattie now, her
show the Warlocks that she was somebody, fears as to her being half-dressed would have
She could slip out and go, and it would be dusk been set at rest. She was in very full dress in-
when she came back, and she would be so careful deed. She sat stiffly up at the luncheon table at
of the dress. Kobold, almost afraid to move for fear her pink
gauze turban would fall in her plate, but other-
Two hours afterward, Mrs. Bemis said, "Where wise perfectly happy. She certainly had over-
is Chattie ? She must be dressed to go over to awed the little Warlock girls. They gazed at her
Kobold. Go, Jamison," to the maid sewing in the in solemn silence.


room, and see that she is dressed. Put on her Never before, except when they had caught a
white cambric and the French embroidered pan- glimpse of some young aunt on her way to rout
tellettes." or ball, had they seen so much splendor. They
Presently the maid returned: could not believe that this gorgeous butterfly
"Madam, Harris says that Miss Chattie went could be a little girl like themselves, and they
over to Kobold a good half-hour ago. I asked were sure she was somebody very extraordinary
if she were dressed, and. he said she was bare- when their two tall brothers came in to have
headed, and wrapped in your great silk cloak." luncheon with them. The young men treated lit-
My great silk cloak! This August weather! tie Miss Bemis with marked politeness. How were
The child must be crazy! Send Harris after her. the children to know that Mrs. Warlock had cried
No, she must be there by this time. Oh! that out with dismay when she had seen the odd little


figure. She saw what it meant at once, and was The walk home was a silent one. Chattie was
so disappointed that the little country girl she had quaking with fear.
hoped to have for a playmate for her own girls, Let me see what you have on, Miss Chattie,"
should be -so wicked. Mrs. Warlock called deceit said Jamison, taking off the great silk cloak in the
and vanity, wickedness. She spoke to her two hall. Poor Jamison gave an exclamation, and was
sons who had retired to roar with laughter at the speechless at what she saw. Her young lady's
first sight of their fine visitor, and begged them to London dress crumpled, and that child! her feel-
stay with the children while Chattie remained. ings were too much for her. She took the gauze
" I am afraid she will demoralize them even in an turban from Chattie's trembling hand, set it down
afternoon," said Mrs. Warlock sadly. on her ears, as it had been all day, and marched
So the young gentlemen composed their faces, the little magpie in her borrowed plumes, into the
and went in to entertain Chattie, and keep her drawing-room, where the family was gathered.
from instilling mischief into the minds of their lit- "This is why she wore the great cloak, Madam,"
tle sisters. Chattie was immensely flattered, and was all Jamison said. The exclamations of de-
congratulated herself twenty times that she had spair from her mother and sister, and the wild
had the foresight to dress up." laughter from her father and brothers gave Chat-
At tea-time she was very tired of holding up her tie the first inkling of what she had done. She
head, and the long train of her dress, but she realized well enough in the next few minutes, and
went through it bravely until the footman an- it was a long time before she was allowed to for-
nounced that the maid had come for her. Then get. Her diet for the next week was bread and
her spirits went down to zero at once- She had water, and worse than that was the daily talk her
never thought of Jamison. She had thought it mother gave. It was a long time before she was
would be Harris, and she could wrap herself in asked to Kobold again, and years before she could
the great cloak, hide the turban under it, and slip look the Warlock young gentlemen in the face.
upstairs unobserved. The Warlocks were very But," said Mrs. Hildebrand, as we finished
kind, bidding her a cordial good-bye. She did the basket of wafers and the story together, "I
not see the relief in every face. The children was always so grateful to them that they treated
had no use for a little girl the brothers had to me so kindly, and did not laugh. It took the fine
entertain, and for that matter, neither had the training of those good old days to make perfect
brothers. gentlemen."


T HERE are few stranger places than the Afri- stantine looks like; indeed, the Arab name that
can fortress of Constantine, half-way from it had before the French called it Constantine,"
the Mediterranean shore to the border of the means literally City in the Air." All around it,
Sahara Desert. Now that it has got a railway of except a little narrow space on the south side,
its own, you can get to it easily enough, though it runs a huge, black, frightful cleft, which seems to
reminds one a good deal of Jack and the Bean- go down into the very heart of the earth; and
stalk" to find a town filled, with smart-looking there are not many people who would care to lean
French officers and soldiers, neat stores, comfort- over the town-wall and look down into this fearful
able hotels, books, newspapers, and photographs, gulf, in the black depths of which you can hear
hidden away here above the clouds, amid snowy the unseen river lashing and tearing among its
peaks, and barren cliffs, and frowning preci- rocks, hundreds and hundreds of feet below.
pices. But to stand and look into it, or even to scram-
The natives are a very queer set to look at- ble with shouts of laughter up and down its tre-
tall, gaunt, hook-nosed, black-haired Arabs, whose mendous precipices, are quite every-day amuse-
dark faces peer through the folds of the huge ments with the Arab boys of the town, who seem
white cloaks that cover them down to the very not even to know what fear is, and are, one and
feet, just like chocolate-sticks wrapped in paper. all, as sure-footed as any Alpine shepherd. And
And the town itself is every bit as queer as its well may they be so; for to herd goats among the
inhabitants. You have heard people talk of precipices of the Atlas Mountains, as most of
"castles in the air," and that is just what Con- them have done since they were able to walk


alone, is quite as dangerous as anything that you goats, and slinks away to hide himself among the
can find to do in Switzerland. rocks.
High as the town itself stands, it is fairly over- I reward the conqueror with the only prize that
topped by a huge pointed crag on the northern I have at hand, namely, one of my sandwiches,
side, the finest place for a view in the whole coun- which, however, seems as acceptable to him as the
try round. It is no easy matter to get to the top, Cross of the Legion of Honor. This is probably his
as I find out when I start to climb it, one fine first taste of meat this year, and it is a sight to see
December morning; but when I do get there at how his beady black eyes expand over such a-rare
last, it seems as if I could see all over the world delicacy; while his companion (who comes tearing
at once. up at full speed the moment he sees what is going
Just below me, the morning train comes puffing on) is equally delighted with his share of the feast.
and steaming out of a tunnel, on its way down to A famous playground these little fellows have
the sea-shore; and, far beyond, the railway cut- got," thinks I to myself, "up here where it's al-
ting winds in endless curves of light gray along ways fresh and cool, with this glorious view to look
the dark mountain slopes. On the other side, at from morning till night. I wouldn't mind joining
right under my feet, lies the little toy town, along them for a day or two, if I had time."
whose main street a line of bayonets go glittering But it is always a bad plan to judge of a thing
in the morning sun, while the clear notes of a at first sight, and I soon find that the playground"
bugle, ringing through the still air, show that the has its drawbacks like everything else.
garrison is astir. All around it, in the distant In, the very midst of his sandwich-eating, the
background, the great purple mountains stand up elder boy suddenly starts to his feet, and arching
like a guard of friendly giants, watching over their his hand over his eyes, looks fixedly toward the
little fortress; while below are wide green mead- western mountains.
ows, and shining waterfalls, and dark thickets, and What can be the matter ? Look as I may I can
tiny patches of corn, and low thatched houses, see nothing-except, indeed, a small patch of
and broad white roads, far as the eye can reach. cloud, almost hidden behind one of the higher
I am still gazing, when a smart tap on the elbow peaks. But it is plain enough that there is some-
makes me start and turn around, to find myself thing serious coming, for now the other boy springs
face to face with a little black-eyed Arab, who is up likewise, and both point in the same direction,
grinning from ear to ear. His sinewy arms and speaking quickly and excitedly in their own lan-
limbs, left bare by the short cloak, look tough as guage.
whipcord; and altogether there is a brisk, bright, The herd seem to feel the approach of danger as
self-reliant air about him, which shows that he well as their masters, for there is no mistaking the
would know what to .do in a scrape." shrill, frightened bleating with which the she-goats
With some difficulty (for his French is rather are beginning to call their kids together. From
shaky, and my Arabic still more so) we strike up every part of the cliff, the scattered feeders come
a conversation; and he tells me that he and trotting up, ana in a trice they are all huddling to-
another boy a little younger than himself have gether under the lee of an overhanging rock, as if
the charge of the black goats which I see skip- sheltering from a coming storm.
ping from ledge to ledge of the rocks, or feeding And undoubtedly there is a storm coming, as
upon the stray patches of grass between them. even I can see. The distant cloud is rapidly
In the midst of our talk, a huge, vicious-look- overspreading the whole western sky, growing
ing billy-goat" comes up behind us with lowered broader and blacker with every moment. The
head, evidently meaning mischief, two boys seize me by the arm, and point toward
Instantly the little hero rushes upon the monster the sheltering rock; and after another glance at
(which is quite as big as himself) and, nimbly the threatening heavens, I think it my wisest way
avoiding the blow of the great hammer-like head, to follow them.
seizes him by the beard, and shakes it as if he In another moment, we are all three snugly
meant to tug it off altogether. In a moment the ensconced in a deep cleft.
bully sinks into the mildest and meekest of billy- By this time the sun is completely hidden, and


the sky stands over our heads like a roof of black lights up the pouring sky above and the tossing
marble. The whole air is ominously still, as if forest below, only to plunge them again into
holding its breath at the approach of something deeper darkness.
terrible. It is evident enough that the storm, when But the storms of Northern Africa are as short-
it does come, will be a fierce one indeed, lived as they are fierce. On a sudden the clouds
Suddenly a flash of lightning tears open the roll away like the smoke of a battle, and the rain
gloomy sky from one end to the other, followed by ceases to pour, and the wind dies away among the
a tremendous thunder-clap -not the long, deep- mountains in hollow murmurs, as if ashamed of its
voiced roll of Northern thunder, but a sharp rattling fit of passipn and the rain-drops on grass and
bang, like the discharge of a dozen brass cannon rock sparkle like diamonds as the sun breaks forth
at once. Then, in one moment, the whole fury of again.
the storm breaks loose. The wind howls and And now out come the goats, and out come the
shrieks, and comes sweeping against the rocks in boys along with them, as merrily as ever; and as I
gust upon gust, as if it would tear up the very turn to go down the hill again, I hear their shrill
mountain; and the heavy bullets of rain come laughter echoing behind me, as they chase each
pattering upon the sheltering stones, and the thun- other in and out of the rocks, or roll head over
der roars and bangs overhead, and flash after flash heels on the wet grass with shrieks of delight.

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You poor little birds,
" Its happened again -
In the midst of your play
Down patters the rain.


M RS. KINGSLAND was busy packing her hadn't sent home Mrs. Kingsland's new bonnet, and
trunks to go to Long Branch and Alice was that had to go into the nice square place in the
helping her. Only Alice felt that her mother.didn't trunk; so the nurse was sent hurrying up Broad-
care to be helped in exactly the right way, for instead way to get it, while Alice was being dressed
of putting all Alice's nice little bundles of toys and in her clean pretty blue suit all ready to get into
dolly's clothes in a deep square place in a top tray the carriage and go down to the boat to meet her
which Alice had decided to be the very best place papa.
possible for them, her mother kept stowing them Mrs. Kingsland kept looking out of the window
away in places deep down in one of the big trunks to see if nurse was coming, and Alice said, "Mamma,
where Alice couldn't see them at all. you look like Sister Anne in Bluebeard." That
"But, mamma," she said, "what are you going made her mother laugh heartily, and when aunt
to put in this nice square place ?" Kate came in presently she said: "I'm afraid we
"'Oh! just the very last things--those that I have read too much to Alice; she remembers
want to take particular care of," said her mother, almost too much for a baby not six years old."
and she folded carefully Alice's best gown and "I've always said so," said aunt Kate; "that
put it in the trunk, child needs dirt and mischief and no books. I
Alice trotted back and forth from the nursery to hope she will be in a dozen scrapes a day in Long
her mother's room deciding what she would leave Branch, and if you have rooms near that Brown
and what she would take, and always listening family who were there last year, you'll see a change
very pleasantly to her mother's objections to tak- in your model little girl, I think."
ing first one thing and then another out of the But just then nurse came in with a bandbox.
babyhouse. For Alice was a remarkably good lit- "Ah, what a beauty bonnet," said aunt Kate as
tle girl a really model child, every one said. her sister took out a bonnet of black lace trimmed
She was the one little lamb in her home, and she with a wreath of scarlet geraniums and green
was such a good child and so orderly and quiet that leaves.
her aunt Kate, who had a house running over with "Isn't it! I got it at Meins's and I paid an
a lot. of noisy boys, often said: yes, Alice is awful price for it. I shouldn't dare to tell you
a dear good child as ever lived, but then, Margaret, how much." While she spoke she put it in the nice
she is a girl and the only child, and she never has square place in the tray which Alice had so wanted
anything to try her temper or make her naughty, for her very own things.
and my boys do set each other on so. And," she How beautifully and perfectly you do pack,
added, "I don't believe that children mean to be Margie," said aunt Kate. "Your things must
naughty on purpose; they tumble into it, or set always come out without a crease now you should
each other on from pure love of mischief." see mine."
But Margaret, who was Alice's mother and aunt "Well, you needn't be angry, Kate; but it's
Kate's sister, felt that if she had a dozen boys they nothing with you but a want of system; if you put
would never act as aunt Kate's six did, and that in things in layers and press them firmly down
after all it was a very easy matter to keep children you'll never have a bit of trouble."
out of mischief, if their mothers only knew how to Alice was standing by looking on with eager
do it and kept a firm discipline. But that, you eyes and ears.
know, was before the time of "The Frying-pan "Now you see," said Mrs. Kingsland, "there's
Bonnet." plenty of room right over this bonnet for something
On the morning I am telling you of, the packing --but I've nothing to fut in. It would really be
after a while came to an end -or almost to an better if I had something to prevent the bonnet from
end. It wasn't finished because Madame Mains movingabout. What didyou say? "-tonursewho


came in- "O, yes. I'll come right down. Come, her hat on and was hopped into the carriage to go
Kate, it's that woman I told you of who wants the to the boat until the time she laid her head on her
sewing. I'm glad she came before we left." pillow that night, that she never again thought of
"Are you going to lock your trunks ?" said her either trunks or stove. She would have popped
sister, her curly head out of the carriage window a hun-
No, not till I come up. I may find something dred times at least if her mother had not held her
yet to steady my bonnet," and they went down fast, and when they stepped on board the boat she
stairs. was more excited still. The "out of town season
Nurse went up stairs to get her bag, and Alice
was left alone.
I wish," she thought, I could help mamma to
steady her bonnet. I'll hunt for something and
exprise her so, and then she'll say I'm her little
So Alice ran into her own playroom. The first
thing she saw was a little iron stove of which she
was very fond, because, as she said, I can make
a truly fire in it and the pots will cook things -
I'll pack that and it'll steady it all just as nice;
mamma said she got it 'cause it was steady on its
legs -and I can cook on the beach -oh! goody!"
So she took the stove in both her little hands,
first carefully putting on its top all her pots, kettles
and frying-pans. There were three frying-pans,
and two were of iron and one was of tin-her /
omelet pan, Alice said. The new bonnet had some '
tissue paper over it and Alice took it off and then
put her stove and all its furniture right in on top
of the precious new bonnet, which as Alice pressed ALICE IS DRESSED FOR THE JOURNEY.
downwards gave way in various directions, so that
the little stove appeared to be trimmed around had begun in good earnest and there were on board
the edges with black lace and scarlet geraniums. many families on their way to the Branch.
Alice gave it two or three approving pats with her Alice fell at once in love with a little girl about
dainty little fingers and then murmured to herself: her own age, who was not only very pretty in herself
" There, I guess that'll go steady now; and mamma but whose charms had two added attractions a
'11 be so pleased;" then she carefully put the tissue gorgeous doll, simply but elegantly attired for
paper over all. travelling," as a society paper would have put it,
She had scarcely finished when there was a noise and a delightful pug who, almost frantic at being
of wagons and carriages in the street and Mrs. tied, wound himself up in his chain and nearly
Kingsland ran up stairs in haste to lock her trunks, upset his little mistress and quite upset himself at
Alice ran to the window to see the big wagon full least a dozen times in as many minutes.
of trunks and forgot all about her exprise as If there was anything in the world Alice almired,
she always called it, and Mrs. Kingsland and Anne it was a little girl with short black hair, and she
rapidly shut and locked the four big trunks. And admired dolls and pugs although she felt a
very soon the very biggest trunk of all was thrown respectful admiration for pugs. As little Miss
over a man's shoulder, and the little stove began Brown was equally attracted by Alice's brown curls,
its travels by bumping violently from side to side the little girls were soon friends and it turned out
and from top to bottom of the nice square place very delightfully that Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Kings-
that held Mrs. Kingsland's best bonnet. Alice was land were acquainted, and that their rooms were
in such a state of excitement, from the time she had not only in the same hotel but absolutely next-


door to each other. There were five Brown chil- and her sun-hat; for salt water does rot leather so
dren, and they all looked healthy and hearty and badly. But I can keep her off the beach!"
full of mischief. "0, bother the boots! said Mr. Kingsland,
As the boat neared her landing, Mrs. Kingsland "let her run."
said to her husband, I'm afraid -our trip to Long "0, yes," said Alice, "do let me run; do,
Branch hasn't begun very well, for that is the Brown mamma!"
family who were next to Kate last year, when she So after dinner, her mother said, You may go
had the rooms we've engaged at the Brandon out on the beach now, only be careful not to get
House. I met Mrs. Brown once at Kate's last wet; the waves run up in a hurry sometimes and if
winter, and she said she never would go to Long you get wet you'll have to go to bed while your
Branch again because the children had to be kept clothes are drying."
too clean, and now they've taken the very same "I'll be careful," said Alice, dancing off down
rooms again. You know even Kate said they the board walk, "and I'll be careful, ma'am," said
were as rampageous children as she ever came Anne, the pretty nurse, dancing off too, as happy
across, and you know that means a good deal from as Alice was to get out of the hot dirty city and the
Kate, for if her boys don't absolutely make such a dreadful smelling ailanthus-trees into the pure,
noise that you can't hear yourself think Kate thinks sweet, fresh, salt air. The white caps came tum-
they're quite good." bling in from just as far out as they could see, and
O well, Margie, never mind," said Mr. Kings- the bright blue water and the hazy blue sky met
land, Ithink the day has begun beautifully and far away, and just where they met a long line of
you know our one little girl won't help 'em to soft, hazy black cloud floated along, showing that
'rampage' any, and Kate's six strappers would a steamer had just passed by.
have." The Brown children had taken pug to the beach
But when Mr. Kingsland said that all was going and he raced and barked and seemed to try to see
beautifully, he didn't know that the trunks were not if he couldn't make as much noise as the children
aboard, owing to a jam on the way down town did.
which detained the express wagon, and when Mrs. Anne and Alice ran races until both were tired
Kingsland agreed 'with herself not to worry any and then Alice began to run races with the waves.
more, she didn't know that Alice's little stove was They broke sometimes far away from shore and
rolling and thumping about over her best bonnet, sometimes close in and it was quite impossible to
If she had! tell how far they would rush up the beach or how.
When the train which they took after leaving the quickly. That was just the fun of it all -not
boat reached the Long Branch station, the fact came knowing. They ran from about ten waves and
out that ever so many people had no trunks, among then they dared to go a little nearer each time.
them all our friends. "Come here quick, Miss Alice," called Anne,
"And what's worse, they say they may not get as one wave began to curl over.
here until the last train at ten o'clock," said Mr. "Oh that's a slow one," said Gus Brown; "you
Kingsland, after going to see the baggageman; needn't run at all- just walk."
" when left over they know it and they don't hurry So Alice walked, and the wave came very fast
at all then just to make people think there was and very still, and it crept up, up, at the children's
something so serious the matter that they couldn't heels until Anne made a rush for Alice and she
catch the next boat even." made a grab for Anne's hand, and somehow they
Well," said Mrs. Kingsland, who worried about both reached too far and both fell down and the
very little trifles, but accepted greater trifles quite water came up and ran far beyond them and wet
philosophically, well, this is one of the cases to them both from head to feet and through to their
use grandmother's wisdom: skins.
S, The Browns were caught, too; but as they didn't
If it can be cured, why cure it,
If it can't, why, just endure it. fall down, they only wet their feet, and their nurse
was too used to their pranks to be worried and so
But I do wish that Alice had another pair of boots hadn't run, and wasn't wet at all.


Alice was scared and began to cry, and Anne church, when she heard Mrs. Kingsland say, "
was scared too, and felt like crying, but she didn't my! in a tone of great distress. Mrs. Brown
scold Alice, as some nurses would have done, be- rushed into the room exclaiming, "What is the
cause she felt it to be her own fault. The Brown matter ?" But when she reached the door she
children said, "Well, never mind, we'll dry. out saw what was the matter without a doubt. Mrs.
here as fast as we can in the house, and we haven't Kingsland stood in the middle of the room, look-
any clean clothes anyway." So Anne and Alice ing the picture of dismay, and in her hand was a
left them and presently appeared before Mrs. Kings- shapeless mass of black and red.
land's astonished eyes a very draggled pair indeed. She held it out at arm's length, and said with
Well! there was nothing to be done but for both a tragic air: "That is my new bonnet and never
Alice and Anne to go to their respective beds once on my head. Somebody it must have been
while their clothes went to the laundry to dry. Alice Alice, Alice, are you there ? Come
"I declare," said Mrs. Kingsland, "such a thing here."
never happened before when I had my trunks, and "Yes, mamma." And Alice came.
to happen now of all times Did you pack your stove in my bonnet box-
"An' I wonder," said Anne, "what'll happen on my bonnet, my best bonnet, Alice ?" And her
next in the twenty-four hours; there's always mother held it out.
three things'll happen at the one time the good Why, yes, mamma," said Alice with wondering
luck and the bad goes by threes." eyes; "yes, I did. I forgot to tell you. I wanted
"Nonsense," said Mrs. Kingsland; "don't be to help. You told aunt Kate you wanted to
superstitious, Anne." steady it, and that they ought to be pressed down;
But she said to Alice's father, "The third thing and you said my stove was steady. Don't you
is Alice's punishment in being put to bed, she is know, mamma ? Yes, you did really." Alice's
so seldom naughty." lip began to quiver, she saw something was the
"That wasn't naughty, it was a mistake," said matter but didn't know what. Alice's mamma
her father, "and I'm sorry for the poor child to threw the bonnet on the bed and took her in her
have to go to bed this perfect day." lap and seated herself on the top of one of her
"So am I," said her mother; but Alice said, trunks.
SWell I'm tired anyway, I think I'll go to sleep." Tell me all about it," she said.
So she did, and had a nice nap and when she woke So Alice told with some tears what she had done
up her clothes were dry and had been pressed out, and why she did it. When she finished her mother
and she and Anne had another walk on the beach sat still a minute and then she said gently, "Well,
before bed-time -this time at a respectful dis- dear, don't help another time without asking me."
tance from the waves. But, mamma, I wanted to exprise you and be
The trunks came so late that night that they a helper, so I didn't ask."
were not sent up to the rooms, and in the morning Well, dear, then until you are quite grown up,
when they were sent up, Mrs. Kingsland was in a ask somebody when you want to exprise me but
great hurry to get out the clothes needed for Sun- I'd rather have you a helper and make mistakes
day for that was a bright beautiful Sunday morn- than not to want to help me at all. Never mind "-
ing- so she simply lifted out the top tray and put and she kissed her "I can straighten it out. Go
it on the bed. and put your cape on."
"O dear! these trays are so heavy," she said "Really," said Mrs. Brown, "how you bear it,
as she put it down; it is all I can do to lift mine and a Meins's bonnet too! I don't know what I
out." After breakfast they sat on the piazza for a should do."
little while and then they went up to their rooms "Well, I can tell you," said Mrs. Kingsland.
to put on their hats for church, or Alice and her "You'd straighten it if you could, and I've nearly
mother did Mr. Kingsland's hat was down done it now. It's lucky it was lace, those puffs
stairs, can always be pulled out, and luckily it isn't torn -
Mrs. Brown was in her room with the door open dear little soul she meant to help and steady my
and right next to Alice's, putting on her bonnet for bonnet."


And Mrs. Kingsland put the bonnet on her was just going to grab it in my handkerchief when
head and pulled it quite into shape, the pan part appeared, and it fell out."
"That's a good, sweet-tempered little mother," "The idea said his wife, "of that frying-pan
said Mr. Kingsland. "I was outside after Mrs. sticking in those flowers. What a ridiculous thing!
Brown ran in and I heard it all; that's a real Sun- but how could it have, when I pulled every flower
day spirit." And he kissed his wife as he finished, out ?"
Mrs. Kingsland's eyes moistened and she went I don't know, but it's clear it did," said Mr.
to church feeling fit to go, since she had kept her Kingsland. It's lucky it didn't tumble out in
temper, and had not wounded the feelings of a lit- sermon time when every woman is examining every
tle girl who meant to help. other woman's bonnet."
Mrs. Brown's eyes moistened as she thought, "Very!" said his wife.
" hat's a lesson for me. I should have been so "What's the name of those bonnets, anyway?"
angry and scolded so and then so sorry; I guess Name Fanchon, I believe."
there's a reason why that child is so good." Mr. We can tell you a better one, can't we, Alice ?"
Brown said when she told him the story, Guess said her father. "We shall always call it'The
she was brought up on crabs!" Frying-pan Bonnet.'" And that is what it has
"What do you mean," exclaimed his wife; been called to this day.
"crabs--I always thought they were awfully un- For the bonnet is still in existence; and the
healthy." other day Alice, now "a young lady growed,"
AEsop's crabs," said Mr. Brown, and that's all pulled it out of an old bandbox and said, "Good-
he ever did say. ness aunt Kate, just look at this ridiculous bon-
But after the tragic came the funny part. net." And she held it up. Now I suppose when
Mrs. Kingsland leaned over in prayer-time and mamma sailed round in this and you in something
put her forehead on the top of the pew in front, quite as bad, you never knew you looked like
and she felt during the prayer something sliding guys."
over her shoulder. She thought it was a caterpil- "Just as much like guys as you will remember
lar and she was awfully afraid of caterpillars and yourself to be after twenty years," said her
cows so she jumped and sat up very straight, and mother.
the something slided off her soft silk gown and fell But I remember about this bonnet," said Alice;
on the floor. It fell with a slight tinkle. Mr. "isn't this the 'Frying-pan' bonnet- the one I
Kingsland heard it and leaned over and picked it packed my stove in ?"
up. It was the omelet frying-pan Mrs. Kings- "Yes," said her mother.
land looked at her husband and shook her head "Ah! said Alice, bending over to kiss her moth-
as he smiled and held it so she could see it. He er's forehead; "the bonnet I nearly spoiled and
put it in his vest pocket. Fortunately Alice had that you never scolded me a bit for- you thought
not either seen it or heard it fall. I was too little to know how sweet you were, but I
"Where on earth did that frying-pan come wasn't, though I was too little to tell that I knew it."
from ?" said Alice's mother as soon as they were And after all these years her mother felt thank-
clear of the crowd who came out of church. ful and happy that the "Frying-pan bonnet be-
"Out of the flowers on your bonnet," said her gan a story of "Once upon a time "- as all good
husband. I saw it come handle first out over tales should do, and ended, because of a sweet self-
your ear and I couldn't imagine what it was, and control- And they all lived happily ever after."

(A Boy's Business Story.)

W HAT do you want for Christmas ?" asked and I do know printing presses cost, and that Indian
Mrs. Downs. clubs are cheap."
"I don't know, mother," replied Pete slowly. "Oh! you can't put me off till another Christ-
'Last year it was a paint-box, bicycle, foils, and you mas; it is like Alice in Wonderland having janw
laid I could use Dick's foils- and that you couldn't to-morrow, and when to-morrow comes, it isn't
afford bicycles after the new carpet, so it got down to-morrow. I am going to have it, and you can all
to a paint-box and that wasn't much of a Christmas." club together and buy it instead of giving me sep-
"That's the comfort in regularly having Christ- arately, sleeve buttons and scarf pins and cologne
onases; in time you get what you want," answered and paper and pocket scissors. A fellow wants real
ois mother. things that he can do something with. Printing
"That isn't always so. I think it depends on press, now, you remember." And off rushed Pete
what a fellow wants; and I've made a strike this as Dick gave a low war-whoop, the signal for an
year. I'm not going to say thank you for what I incursion of boys into the shed.
don't want; only I don't exactly know what I do This shed was filled with relics of former joys,
want. It must be either -either-a a bicycle with the debris of unsuccessful inventions, with
-or a printing press or Indian clubs; and if it tool-boxes whose tools were missing, with oil cans
is a bicycle, it must be the real kind wooden ones without oil, with boards full of nails, with the wheels
are not allowed in processions; and if it is clubs, I of broken carts, and with strings, ropes and clothes
shall knock my head off ; so it better be a printing lines of various lengths; yet to a new-comer it was
press. It doesn't make any difference to you this always an El Dorado of enjoyment. Into this now
year, does it, as we have not got to buy a new carpet ? sprang, tumbled, the cronies, Dick, Jack, Phil and
I have decided; it shall be a printing press, and I Shel, which latter name was a contraction for Gen-
shall get orders enough to pay for new curtains." eral Sheridan.
"Not quite so fast, I don't know about the orders, I say," exclaimed Phil, I am getting tired of


your shed; haven't had an idea in it for months wardly, and dropped it on his little slippered foot,
same old contrivances -get up something new." with a big bang and a painful, oh! The scene
"You just wait," said Pete, the proprietor, was too funny for sympathy and the general laugh
quietly. increased the ache in the right-hand corner of the
"O come along, boys, if it is 'wait,' don't let us big toe on the left foot. Pete limped out of the
wait here," said Shel, and off they started on a raid room and was soon forgotten in the universal
for fun. Pete returned from the excursion to dream excitement; but when all were busy with their ice
all night of what might and of what might not be. cream, he crept back to his beloved bundle, un-
His wishes became so thoroughly mixed that he wrapped it, and lying flat down on his stomach
fancied he had told his mother he wanted nothing, hugged himself to it, and gazed at it again. It was
not even Christmas itself; but the horror of such a growing late. He knew that as soon as the guests
mistake effectually roused him. were gone he must do his share in putting things
The next morning there was no indication of to rights, restoring furniture to its place, and worse
forthcoming glories, except that they had less than than all, in smoothing out the wrapping paper and
usual for breakfast; a kind of atonement to which tying it up in little bundles, and in unravelling all
Mrs. Downs sometimes treated her family. Pete the knotted strings; for his mother was accustomed
sighed. The greetings for a merry Christmas were to take off the edge of too great Christmas enjoy-
of doubtful value to him. He was of a foreboding ment by enforcement of this economical rule. That
nature and experience had taught him to be pre- night he dreamed of Franklin, of editors, of type
pared for disappointment in the matter of presents. setting, and of sensible mothers, who knew what
He went to church and noticed carefully the style fellows want.
of type in the hymn books; he came home and took The next morning he woke with a sense of much
down all his books from their shelves for the same to do, and soon began his future career by sorting
purpose of investigation. Even dinner itself failed the type. This was a long job, for he had several
to bring forgetfulness; for he thought, if he could kinds; capitals and small letters, heavy face and
print bills-of-fare for such lengthy repasts he might light face type, besides commas, hyphens and
make money; though he felt he could never spell periods, and somehow everything was mixed up.
the queer French names of dishes. At last the meal Now and then he stopped to admire his new gift
was ended, and the big parlor doors were thrown and his own energy, or to call some one to help him.
open, displaying horizontal rows of evergreen, with At last his task was done. Pete was a methodi-
various knick-knacks fastened to these mysterious cal boy and always finished one job before he began
lines, which on inspection proved to be the bars of an another. Now," said he, "what shall I do first?
old-fashioned clotheshorse. It made one think of set the type or ink the tablet ? I'll ink the tablet
sums in addition put down in agreeable shapes; one and then print my name, it is so short."
green line of gifts and then another and another, He began the inking process just as Dick an-
which suddenly changed into a sum in long division. nounced himself by his war-whoop, and called out,
Brown-looking packages lay about the feet of the At it, are you! Got any orders? Shel has a big
clotheshorse, and on them Pete fastened his eyes, job -whole lots of placards from his father, flam-
for printing presses cannot hang. ing ones to print, takes all kinds of type; makes
His name was called several times and he received money on it; so busy he can't speak to a fellow,
the very things he did not want; sleeve buttons, so I came along here, for I'm one of the kind don't
scarfpins, cologne, and paper. He said, thank believe in orders for boys. Learn by looking on,
you," each time more faintly, whilst his mother's is my way -have all of the fun and -none of the
eyes twinkled. At last Santa Claus tried to lift a ink guess I'll say, seeing how your hands are.
big bundle; he puffed and panted and called Pete to That isn't the way-your mother will have some-
help him. Pete came slowly forward, bent down thing to say to that."
to help, felt something cold and hard beneath the "You keep still and let me alone," answered
wrapper, fumbled over it, clasped it round, excitedly Pete. I'll come out all right. I am going to set
tried to lift it, whispered awestruck, It is, it is a the type for Pete Downs, Centreville, Illinois, U.
self-inker;" bent further down, lifted it up awk- S.," and he carefully began to insert the letters on


the left hand of the chase. He placed the chase another that he tried to even the amount, and then
in the body of the press, put some paper on the wash off the whole. Soon his finger-tips were coal
pressure and began to work the handle up and black and sticky; to remove this difficulty, he put
down till the type was well inked; he next marked finger by finger into the turpentine, rendering that
out the size of his card on the pressure, inserted muddy and spreading five distinct streaks on the
his gauge pins, placed his card upon them, took back of his right hand. Then he poured benzine
hold of the handle and pushed it up and down, thus into the left hand to rub on the back of the right
bringing the card on the pressure against the inked hand. This operation sent ink and benzine up his
type; he pushed with all his might and lifted up his coat-sleeve, and all ten fingers became so useless
work with a conqueror's air. Dick, who had been that in order to use them more freely he rubbed off
maliciously watching, burst into peals of laughter, their contents on his- jacket. Seeing what he had
The name read thus: done, his increasing fears brought tears; to check
which, he stuck his fingers into his eyes; which
PETEDOW n. S hurting, sent more tears mingling with ink down
his cheeks, just at the moment that his mother
"You've forgotten the quads," said Dick, "and appeared and that Dick's instinct led him to dis-
you haven't enough ink. You must put on specta- appear out of the window or door, he never knew
cles to read it." which.
"That's nothing" replied Pete, growing red as he "My son, for shame!" said she; how could you
began to separate the words and rub more ink on forget the overalls ?"
the tablet. Again he pressed down the handle, "Oh! I don't know--wish I hadn't. I am going
lifted it up and gazed again. This time the name to take a partner and then it won't happen again."
ran: He cried, and was so funny-looking that there was
PETEDOW nothing for his mother to do but to laugh and advise
,,tev', T speedy partnership.
What boy would you have," asked he more corn-
The rest was so smutchy that not a letter was posedly. Dick has been here tormenting me, I
legible. don't want him. I might try Shel; it need not be
"Better go into partnership," said Dick; "you for life, you know. He had a press last year and
are not smart enough for an apprentice, but on has got used to it."
account of your capital you might be worth some- Very well," answered his mother. I expected
thing as a partner." as much. Change your suit, go ask him, and tell
Pete cleaned the tablet with half the turpentine him I approve because his mother makes him wear
and benzine in the bottle and began afresh. This overalls."
time came out in watery lines: Pete had not anticipated such a speedy ending of
his troubles, and hastened away to do his mother's
PETE DOWNS bidding. But whilst dressing, he reflected that
centreville, Shel knew too much and would snub him, and that
U. S. Clarence was the kind of boy who could get jobs
easily. So he went to Clarence's and proposed
"Why, what's the matter now ?" partnership.
Forgotten enough leads and a capital," replied "What terms ?" demanded Clarence in a busi-
Dick. What is the use in trying alone; go in with ness-like manner, hands in his pockets. I'm pretty
some boy who knows, and you'll get on." particular about the contract. Are you a green-
"Perhaps. But I'll clear up first." horn? That's got to be taken into account."
His mother had provided him with overalls for "Well, yes, suppose I am now; but I need not
just such occasions; but Pete was confident that be long if you keep your bargain, besides my press
printing was neater work than carpentering and is new and that counts for me."
had avoided thinking of them. The ink was so im- Well, yes, it does. Self-inker ? lots of type ?"
bedded in one corner of the tablet and so scanty in "Well, not so very much; self-inker though. Or


come, you just go in and try it for a month and two and a half cents apiece. "That's an unfortu.
we'll make terms afterwards." nate price for us," said Clarence, "though it be
Pretty dangerous plan; but I'll try it, seeing it convenient for the buyer. Let's keep all uneven
is a new press. I'll come to your house right after sums as capital towards other type, and all even
dinner; and we have dinner right after breakfast, sums we'll divide."
so the kitchen work can be all done up. One gets This was rather a shock at first to Pete; but with
hungry between dinner and supper; and it's always a partner who was such a superior business man he
a cold supper, so it needn't be any work." would not dispute.
Agreed," said Pete. "I know those tricks on "The first great trouble," stated Clarence, "is to
meals, too." get orders; the second, to execute them. You be
The boys parted till half-past twelve, when Clar- the travelling agent and I'll be the office man."
ence appeared and set to work in a vigorous Now," said Pete, "I won't. I want to print as
manner to properly clean and ink the tablet. Pete, well as you. I'll be travelling agent in your family,
with overalls on, watched every motion. His name and you in mine, and then we'll get more out of
was printed and came out clear, beautiful: each."
"That's an idea," replied Clarence; and the part-
PETE DOWNS, nership, which to judge by the angry looks of the
CENTREVILLE, ILLINOIS, past second seemed on the point of dissolution,
U. S. still remained unbroken.
That afternoon's success was marked, and after-
Quads, leads, capitals, spelling all right. Pete felt wards when business called Clarence away (for if
as if he had done it himself. the truth must be told, he was partner in two other
Now you try," said Clarence; and success again firms on strict terms of secrecy) Pete did not pros-
came in a dozen cards. Then his name became an per. It was always too much or too little ink;
old story. quads were not even and a sufficient number of leads
"I'll go and ask the cook," declared Pete, "if were seldom inserted. He often set the type the
she don't want her name printed," and off he ran. wrong way so that it printed backwards, and worse
"Certainly" was her obliging answer; she added than all he did not know how to spell; and as he
slowly, Only I haven't a name good enough to before had had occasion to accuse his mother of
print; you call me 'Hannah!' but if you put that moral reasons for her gifts, he now declared that
on a card it looks common; and if you say 'Ora,' she had only given him the press to teach him how
no one will know it is me; and if you only put to spell. One day she particularly distressed both
my last name, they'll think the whole family has his memory and conscience by wishing him to print
called. You better take the nurse's name, 'Mehita- for the nursery the motto, "Fidelity is a virtue;"
ble Jones,' you can't get round that." and it came out,
Hardly waiting till she had finished, Pete went
to Mehitable, who kindly consented to believe that
she needed a dozen cards, and to write down her Notwithstanding this, the firm had made one dol-
name that it might be printed correctly. This lar; and in the course of the next two months Pete
looked like business. The cards were quickly had acquired enough skill to feel himself an expert.
printed, and delivered, and the package was A change had also come over Clarence; his spirit
marked on the wrapper "c. o. D." was too aspiring to be bound by rules of constant
"That is not my name," exclaimed Mehitable. neatness, and he grew jealous of Pete's increasing
"Of course, that isn't your name," explained the ability. So he proposed a partnership on new
boys; "cards are inside. That means you must pay terms; namely, that the cash on hand should be
us right off, just what you please; we didn't say devoted to the purchase of some new fonts, and
anything about it first, because we trusted you- that afterwards the earnings should be divided; but
but we can't afford to work for nothing." that as he would always ink the tablet, and as the
"Well," said Mehitable, "here is five cents." workshop of the firm had been transferred to his
Pete's first money earned by honest hard labor; shed, he should have two thirds of the profits.


Pete objected, and insisted that until the business Rejecting Pete's help, he lifted a row of type to
was on a better foundation all the profits should be make room, did not hold it tight enough, the middle
turned in for the improvement of their stock in sank down, fell out and the line went to pieces.
trade. "I say now," he exclaimed, "I didn't do that-
No," said Clarence, I can't print all day and you did it -it did itself. I never made 'a pie' in
every day and not feel any cents in my pocket. I all my life, and see here, I won't have it said that
want peanuts and candy and I want to give the I made one now."
boys a treat, too, now and then. That's what I am "I have made them lots of times," calmly said
going to print for, after we have got these new Pete.
fonts." "You! O yes! I dare say you have. But I
"Well, you can do as you please, I sha'n't try never did, and that's why the other boys want me
such things. I shall keep my money for type and in their business."
cards. We needn't quarrel yet till we have more What business? I would not get so excited
money." just because of this pie."
Clarence did not feel easy. Pete had shown more "You would if your reputation depended on it."
energy, patience and neatness than he thought was "Why, I won't tell."
right under the circumstances, though what the cir- "But the other firms will have to know it; our
cumstances were, he confessed to himself he did honor is pledged to tell whenever such a thing
not know; and he summed up the whole offence, happens to any one of us."
when he was speaking of the affairs of the concern Are you in other business ? Shel said you were,
to other boys, by saying, "0, Pete's getting too when he wanted us to take him in, and I said you
proud." were not. That's the end of it. If you are any one's
After the new type was bought, the following else partner, you can't be mine, pie or no pie."
order was received for twenty-five postal card "Very well. Just as you please, you can take
notices : Shel. You always put on too much ink and that
THE wastes capital."
Q. F. U." Well, then, you put on too little ink, and blurred
work don't bring orders. I am done with you."
will hold its tenth peripatetic occasion at 42 "And I with you."
degrees 25 seconds North Latitude 65 degrees 15 "I shall bring up my cart to-morrow and take my
minutes 20 seconds West Longitude on the ioth things away."
instant. "What are you going to do about those new
This was a very important order, requiring great fonts ? "
care, received from an older boy, a member of a "I would rather you would have them all than be
secret society. Most obscure it seemed to the firm. partner with a boy who invests in bogus firms."
Clarence insisted on printing it in plain English "Bogus or not, I never mix accounts. You can
and on setting up in type: "A Walking match will have the first half and I the second; only as x '
take place, etc. etc." Pete thought they had no right and 'z' don't count I ought to have two more
to argue about the matter, simply to do what was letters in my half than you in yours."
ordered. I should call that mixing halves, if you don't
I should not mind it so much if they would not call it mixing accounts," said Pete, who was so hurt
have such long words; and we shall have to buy by this unexpected closeness that he instantly went
special marks for degrees, minutes, and seconds off to get his cart. Meeting Shel on the way, he
charge extra on that. But peripatetic-I didn't retailed his wrongs and met with such hearty sym-
agree to print such nonsense," said Clarence. "If we pathy that he formed a copartnership with him on
are going to do it I am going to be quick about it and the spot. Shel advised him to wait till to-morrow
set it all up except the marks and see how it looks." before taking action and give Clarence time to think
He was in such a hurry that he set the type over the matter and see if it would not be better
wrong three times. At last "peripatetic was right, for his pecuniary interests to remain a silent partner.
but no space was left for the right number of leads. "You know," urged he, that he has got a good


deal of type, and though he works too quickly to "Very well," said Shel, I'll give him up if you'll
admit him as active partner, he might do very well give up some one else, and then we'll start even."
as a retired one, and thus keep the peace. Then "Why, I never thought of any one."
it is always a good plan to have three partners; Never mind," was the reply, "make believe you
one of them, or all together they somehow act as did; just like politics each of us gives up his best
judge. I must be off now." And the boys sep- man and takes an unknown third man. We must
rated. agree on some one who has a self-inker larger than
That afternoon it rained, and Pete had to stay at this and lots of type. I want to extend the busi-
home. Early the next day he drew his cart up the ness."
hill to Clarence's house with very forgiving feelings, "Why can't we begin at once as Jones, Downs
but found he had left word with the hired man that & Co., and when we find the right kind of boy let
he had gone off and wasn't going to have any more him be Co."
to do with him. Of course, honor and justice then "Agreed, we'll get out hand-bills at once."
compelled him to take what belonged to him, espe- That evening the large trees on the road down
cially as the man told him that Clarence had to the village post-office, the doors of the grocery,
expected him with his cart. the dry goods, the apothecary and provision stores
So Pete sadly entered the shed, looked at the -even the depot itself bore large placards with
forms, thought everything was mixed up, and did the following announcement:
what he always did when longing to speak right out,
but afraid to do so; he took hold of his lower lip with JONES, DOWNS & CO.,
thumb and forefinger and twirled it back and forth
turning it over and under. Clarence's little sister ob ritters.
appeared whilst he was thus engaged, and seeing
the sadness of his eyes and the perplexity of his Orders promptly executed.
mouth and fingers, she ventured to say, "It is too bad,
and Clarence said it was, and that he did not mean Many a tired man stopped his horse that night
to upset the type, but that you got him so provoked and through the next week to read those staring
he could not help it, and that you could come and notices. The schoolboys made fun of the new con-
pick it out if you choose, 'cause it was yours; but cern, wondered how long it would last and tried to
he-" and she stopped frightened, rouse distrust of each other in the minds of the two
"That's just what I shall do. You tell him it is partners, who saw that if they could only obtain
a mighty mean trick; that I have' left him fifteen orders they could boast that they understood the
letters -you remember fifteen, not thirteen," said tricks of the trade and knew the use of advertise-
Pete. ments; and so it proved.
He had a hard time sorting the type; part of it For the city music-teacher coming to the village
was smashed, part of it very dirty. His cart at last was so amused by these white patches on the trees
laden, he sorrowfully bore home his press and its that she sought their shop and gave them an order
appendages, only to spend still more time in clean- to print her bill; and when the young townspeople
ing and "getting it to rights." I must finish that received, instead of a written bill, one printed in
order," thought he, "for orders are business; even due form by those at whom they had laughed, they
if a firm is dissolved, the remaining partner is bound became strangely silent. Soon came an order for
to complete the work. So he manfully invested some tags for a large family with an endless amount
some capital in the type for degrees, minutes and of baggage, all to be marked alike, as easier to read.
seconds, closed the contract and received extra pay An actual stranger sent an order for work. The
for his neatness and quickness. village calling increased so fast that it was difficult
But he grew tired and longed for companion- to meet the demands for visiting cards. At last
ship, so that when Shel appeared, he found Pete came an order from a church fair for hand-bills, but
quite dejected, willing to listen to terms of partner- of too large a size for their press. They had often
ship, but utterly unwilling to have anything more reflected upon the "Co." but had delayed action,
to do with Clarence. which now became imperative and necessitated


partnership with the boy who would have the big- week. I am 'hard up' and I 'know you have got
gest press, and this was Dick. orders ahead."
He was interviewed but proved refractory on a These were hard terms, but'on the other hand, as
point of honor. "For," said he, "no one will know Dick could command custom, and was a good, clean
I am' Co.' and if you are such a great firm, I want printer, they acceded to his conditions and printed
the public honor of belonging to you." the bills in startling type, using one or two kinds
What was to be done ? the fair could not be in the same word, so as to make through the eye a
delayed until matters were settled; nor could vivid impression of the meaning of the Fair.
the boys give up their job as being beyond their From this time they had so much work to do in bill
power, heads, tickets, envelopes, etc., that they led a calm
"I'll tell you my terms," said Dick finally. I'll life of unbroken industry, laying aside one quarter
put my press and all its fixings into the concern if of their earnings each week as a fund for future
you'll let me have two thirds of the profits on this stock and dividing the other three quarters equally
job and on all the rest of -the work you do this between them.

_775 _


(A Story of Colonial Times.)

THE Inventory of the Estate of Samuel Wales poor Mrs. Polly, and wanted to help her, if she
Late of Braintree, Taken by the Subscribers, could. She mourned, herself, for Mr. Samuel.
March the x4th, 1761. He had always been very kind to her.
Mrs. Polly had for company, besides Ann, Nabby
His Purse in Cash I. . I-15-0O1
His apparel -I i-oo Porter, Grandma's old hired woman whom she had
His watch 2-13-04 made over to her, and a young man who had been
The Best Bed with two Coverlids, three sheets,
two underbeds, two Bolsters, two pillows, serving as apprentice to Mr. Samuel. His name
Bedstead rope 6 was Phineas Adams. He was very shy and silent,
One mill Blanket, two Phlanel sheets, 12 toe
Sheets 3- 4- 8 but a good workman.
Eleven Towels & table Cloth. 0-15- Samuel Wales left a will bequeathing every thing
a pair of mittens & pr. of Gloves o- 2- 6
a neck Handkerchief & neckband 4- o to his widow; that was solemnly read in the fore-
an ovel Tabel Two other Tabels 12- room one afternoon; then the inventory had to be
A Chist with Draws 2- 8- o
Another Low Chist with Draws & three other taken. That on account of the amount of property
Chi sts 1-- o was quite an undertaking; but it was carried out
Six best Chears and a great chear i- 6- o
a warming pan Two Brass Kittles .. I- 5- o with the greatest formality and precision.
a Small Looking Glass, five Pewter Basons 0- 7- 8 For several days, Mr. Aaron Whitcomb, and Mr.
fifteen other Chears. 15- o
fire arms, Sword & bayonet. 4- o Silas White, were stalking majestically about the
Six Porringers, four platters, Two Pewter Pots 4 premises, with note-books and pens. Aaron Whit-
auger Chisel, Gimlet, a Bible & other Books. 0-1- o
A chese press, great spinning-wheel, & spindle 9- 4 comb was a grave portly old man, with a large head
smith's anvil .. 3-12- of white hair. Silas White was little and wiry and
the Pillion o- 8- o
a Bleu Jacket 0--3 fussy. He monopolized the greater part of the
ILAN WHIT B. business, although he was not half as well fitted
for it as his companion.
The foregoing is only a small portion of the They pried into everything with religious exacti-
original inventory of Samuel Wales' estate. He tude. Mrs. Polly watched them with beseeming
was an exceedingly well-to-do man for those times, awe and deference, but it was a great trial to her,
He had a good many acres of rich pasture and and she grew very nervous over it. It seemed
woodland, and considerable live stock. Then his dreadful to have all her husband's little personal
home was larger and more comfortable than was effects, down to his neck-band and mittens, handled
usual then; and his stock of household utensils over, and their worth in shillings and pence calcu-
plentiful. lated. She had a price fixed on them already in
He died three years after Ann Ginnins went to higher currency.
live with Grandma, when she was about thirteen Ann found her crying one afternoon sitting on
years old. Grandma spared her to Mrs. Polly for the kitchen settle, with her apron over her head.
a few weeks after the funeral; there was a great When she saw the little girl's pitying look, she
deal to be done, and she needed some extra help. poured out her trouble to her.
And, after all, Ann was legally bound to her, and "They've just been valuing his mittens and
her lawful servant, gloves," said she, sobbing, "at two-and-sixpence.
So the day after good Samuel Wales was laid I shall be thankful, when they are through."
away in the little Braintree burying-ground, Ann Are there any more of his things ?" asked Ann,
returned to her old quarters for a little while. She her black eyes flashing, with the tears in them.
did not really want to go; but she did not object "I--think they've seen about all. There's his
to the plan at all. She was sincerely sorry for blue jacket he used to milk in, a-hanging behind


the shed-door I guess they haven't valued that "I guess we didn't see it," said he, finally. "I
yet." will put it down it's worth about three pence, I
I think it's a shame! quoth Ann. "I don't judge. Where "-
believe there's any need of so much law." Silas, Silas called a shrill voice from the
"Hush, child! You mustn't set yourself up house. Silas White dropped the jacket and trotted
against the judgment of your elders. Such things briskly in, his lantern bobbing agitatedly. lHe
have to be done." never delayed a moment when his wife called;
Ann said no more, but the indignant sparkle important and tyrannical as the little man was
did not fade out of her eyes at all. She watched abroad, he had his own tyrant at home.
her opportunity, and took down Mr. Wales' old Ann did not wait for him to return ; she snatched
blue jacket from its peg behind the shed-door, ran up the blue jacket and fled home, leaping like a
with it up stairs and hid it in her own room behind little deer over the hoary fields. She hung up the
the bed. There," said she, Mrs. Wales sha'n't precious old jacket behind the shed-door again, and
cry over that! no one ever knew the whole story of its entrance
That night, at tea time, the work of taking the in the inventory. If she had been questioned, she
inventory was complete. Mr. Whitcomb and Mr. would have told the truth boldly, though. But
White walked away with their long lists, satisfied Samuel Wales' Inventory had for its last item that
that they had done their duty according to the law. blue jacket, spelled after Silas White's own indi-
Every article of Samuel Wales' property, from a vidual method, as was many another word in the
warming pan to a chest of drawers, was set down, long list. Silas White consulted his own taste with
with the sole exception of that old blue jacket respect to capital letters too.
which Ann had hidden. After a few weeks, Grandma said she must have
She felt complacent over it at first; then she Ann again; and back she went. Grandma was
begun to be uneasy. very feeble lately, and everybody humored her.
"Nabby," said she confidentially to the old servant Mrs. Polly was sorry to have the little girl leave her..
woman, when they were washing the pewter plates She said it was wonderful how much she had im-
together after supper, what would they do, if any- proved. But she would not have admitted that the
body shouldn't let them set down all the things- improvement was owing to the different influence
if they hid some of 'em away, I mean ? she had been under; she said Ann had outgrown
"They'd make a dretful time on't," said Nabby, her mischievous ways.
impressively. She was a large, stern-looking old Grandma did not live very long after this how-
woman. "They air dretful perticklar 'bout these ever. Mrs. Polly had her bound girl at her own
things. They hev to be." disposal in a year's time. Poor Ann was sorrow-
Ann was scared when she heard that. When the ful enough for a long while after Grandma's death.
dishes were done, she sat down on the settle and She wore the beloved gold beads round her neck,
thought it over, and made up her mind what to do. and a sad ache in her heart. The dear old woman
The next morning, in the frosty dawning, before had taken the beads off her neck with her own
the rest of the family were up, a slim, erect little hands and given them to Ann before she died, that
figure could have been seen speeding across lots there might be no mistake about it.
toward Mr. Silas White's. She had the old blue Mrs. Polly said she was glad Ann had them.
jacket tucked under her arm. When she reached You might jist as well have 'em as Dorcas's girl,"
the house, she spied Mr. White just coming out of said she; "she set enough sight more by you."
the back door with a milking pail. He carried a Ann could not help growing cheerful again, after
lantern, too, for it was hardly light, a while. Affairs in Mrs. Polly's house were much
He stopped, and stared, when Ann ran up to him. brighter for her, in some ways, than they had ever
"Mr. White," said she, all breathless, "here's been before.
- something I guess yer didn't see yesterday." Either the hot iron of affliction had smoothed
Mr. White set down the milk pail, took the blue some of the puckers out of her mistress' disposition,
jacket which she handed him, and scrutinized it or she was growing, naturally, less sharp and dicta-
sharply, by the light of the lantern. trial. Anyway, she was becoming as gentle and


loving with Ann as it was in her nature to be, and Adams to carry on the blacksmith's business, and
Ann, following her impulsive temper, returned all kept her farm-work running just as her husband
the affection with vigor, and never bestowed a had. Neither she nor Ann were afraid of work, and
thought oh past unpleasantness. Ann Wales used to milk the cows, and escort them
For the next two years, Ann's position in the to and from pasture, as faithfully as Ann Ginnins.
family grew to be more and more that of a daughter. It was along in spring time when Ann was
If it had not been for the indentures lying serenely adopted, and Mrs. Polly fulfilled her part of the
in that tall wooden desk, she would almost have contract in the indentures by getting the Sunday
forgotten, herself, that she was a bound girl. suit therein spoken of.
One spring afternoon, when Ann was about six- They often rode on horseback to meeting, but
teen years old, her mistress called her solemnly they usually walked on the fine Sundays in spring.
into the fore-room. "Ann," said she, come here, Ann had probably never been so happy in her
I want to speak to you." life as she was walking by Mrs. Polly's side to
Nabby stared wonderingly; and Ann, as she meeting that first Sunday after her adoption. Most
obeyed, felt awed. There was something unusual of the way was through the woods; the tender light
in her mistress's tone. green boughs met over their heads; the violets and
Standing there in the fore-room, in the august anemones were springing beside their path. There
company of the best bed, with its high posts and were green buds and white blossoms all around;
flowered-chintz curtains, the best chest of drawers, the sky showed blue between the waving branches,
and the best chairs, Ann listened to what Mrs. and the birds were singing.
Polly had to tell her. It was a plan which almost Ann in her pretty petticoat of rose-colored stuff,
took her breath away; for it was this: Mrs. Polly stepping daintily over the young grass and the
proposed to adopt her, and change her name to flowers, looked and felt like a part of it all. Her
Wales. She would be no longer Ann Ginnins, dark cheeks had a beautiful red glow on them; her
and a bound girl; but Ann Wales, and a daughter black eyes shone. She was as straight. and grace-
in her mother's home. ful and stately as an Indian.
Ann dropped into one of the best chairs, and sat She's as handsome as a picture," thought Mrs.
there, her little dark face very pale. "Should I Polly in her secret heart. A good many people
have the-papers?" she gasped at length, said that Ann resembled Mrs. Polly in her youth,
"Your papers? Yes, child, you can have them." and that may have added force to her admiration.
"I don't want them !" cried Ann, "never. I Her new gown was very fine for those days; but
want them to stay just where they are, till my time fine as she was, and adopted daughter though she
is out. If I am adopted, I don't want the papers!" was, Ann did not omit her thrifty ways for once.
Mrs. Polly stared. She had never known how This identical morning Mrs. Polly and she carried
Ann had taken the indentures with her on her run- their best shoes under their arms, and wore their
away trip years ago; but now Ann told her the old ones, till within a short distance from the meet-
whole story. In her gratitude to her mistress, and ing-house. Then the old shoes were tucked away
her contrition, she had to. under a stone wall for safety, and the best ones put
It was so long ago in Ann's childhood, it did not on. Stone walls, very likely, sheltered a good many
seem so very dreadful to Mrs. Polly, probably. But well-worn little shoes, of a Puritan Sabbath, that
Ann insisted on the indentures remaining in the their prudent owners might appear in the House of
desk, even after the papers of adoption were made God trimly shod. Ah! those beautiful new peaked-
out, and she had become 'Ann Wales." It seemed toed, high-heeled shoes of Ann's- what would she
to go a little way toward satisfying her conscience, have said to walking in them all the way to meet-
This adoption meant a good deal to Ann; for ing!
besides a legal home, and a mother, it secured to If that Sunday was an eventful one to Ann Wales,
her a right in a comfortable property in the future. so was the week following. The next Tuesday,
Mrs. Polly Wales was considered very well off. She right after dinner, she was up in a little unfinished
was a smart business-woman, and knew how to take chamber over the kitchen, where they did such
care of her property too. She still hired Phineas work when the weather permitted, carding wool


All at once, she heard voices down below. They over the fields, blue apron, cards, wool and all
had a strange inflection, which gave her warning "O, Ann!" Mrs. Polly cried after, "where are
at once. She dropped her work and listened: you going?"
"What is the matter ?" thought she. I'm going to find Hannah /" Ann shouted
Then there was a heavy tramp on the stairs, and back, in a shrill, desperate voice, and kept on.
Captain Abraham French stood in the door, his She had no definite notion as to where she was
stern weather-beaten face white and set. Mrs. going; she had only one thought Hannah French,
Polly followed him, looking very pale and excited, her darling tender little Hannah French, her friend
"When did you see anything of our Hannah?" whom she loved better than a sister, was lost.
asked Captain French, controlling as best he could A good three miles from the Wales home was a
the tremor in his resolute voice, large tract of rough land, half swamp, known as


Ann rose, gathering up her big blue apron, cards, "Bear Swamp." There was an opinion, more or
wool and all. Oh," she cried, "not since last Sab- less correct, that bears might be found there.
bath, at meeting! What is it?" Some had been shot in that vicinity. Why Ann
She's lost," answered Captain French. "She turned her footsteps in that direction, she could
started to go up to her Aunt Sarah's Monday fore- not have told herself. Possibly the vague impres-
noon; and Enos has just been down, and they sion of conversations she and Hannah had had,
haven't seen anything of her." Poor Captain French lingering in her mind, had something to do with it.
gave a deep groan. Many a time the two little girls had remarked to
Then they all went down into the kitchen to- each other with a shudder, How awful it would
gether, talking and lamenting. And then, Captain be to get lost in Bear Swamp."
French was galloping away on his gray horse Anyway, Ann went straight there, through pasture
to call assistance, and Ann was flying away and woodland, over ditches and stone walls. She


knew every step of the way for a long distance.. walked, and it seems to me I kept coming right
When she gradually got into the unfamiliar wilder- back to the same place. Finally I sat down here,
ness of the swamp, a thought struck her- suppose and staid; I thought it was all the way for me to
she got lost too! It would be easy enough--the be found."
unbroken forest stretched for miles in some direc- "0 Hannah, what did you do last night?"
tions. She would not find a living thing but Indians; "I staid somewhere, under some pine trees,"
and, maybe, wild beasts, the whole distan -e. replied Hannah, with a shudder, "and I kept hear-
If she should get lost she would not find Hannah, ing things O Ann!"
and the people would have to hunt for her too. Ann hugged her sympathizingly. "I guess I
But Ann had quick wits for an emergency. She wouldn't have slept much if I had known," said
had actually carried those cards, with a big wad of she. 0 Hannah, you haven't had anything to eat!
wool between them all the time, in her gathered-up ain't you starved ?"
apron. Now she began picking off little bits of Hannah laughed faintly. I ate up two whole
wool and marking her way with them, sticking pumpkin pies I was carrying to aunt Sarah," said
them on the trees and bushes. Every few feet a she.
little fluffy scrap of wool showed the road Ann had 0 how lucky it was you had them !"
gone. "Yes; mother called me back to get them, after
But poor Ann went on, farther and farther-- I started. They were some new ones, made with
and no sign of Hannah. She kept calling her, cream, and she thought aunt Sarah would like
from time to time, hallooing at the top of her them."
shrill sweet voice: "Hannah! Hannah! Hannah Pretty soon they started. It was hard work;
Fre-nch." for the way was very rough, and poor Hannah
But never a response got the dauntless little weak. But Ann had a good deal of strength in her
girl, slipping almost up to her knees, sometimes, in lithe young frame, and she half carried Hannah
black swamp-mud; and sometimes stumbling pain- over the worst places. Still, both of the girls were
fully over tree-stumps, and through tangled under- pretty well spent when they came to the last of
growth, the bits of wool on the border of Bear Swamp.
I'll go till my wool gives out," said Ann Wales; However, they kept on a little farther; then they
then she used it more sparingly, had to stop and rest. "I know where I am now,"
But it was almost gone before she thought she said Hannah, with a sigh of delight; "but I don't
heard in the distance a faint little cry in response think I can walk another step." She was, in fact,
to her call: "Hannah! Hannah Fre-nch!" She almost exhausted.
called again and listened. Yes; she certainly did Ann looked at her thoughtfully. She hardly
hear a little cry off toward the west. Calling from knew what to do. She could not carry Hannah
time to time, she went as nearly as. she could in herself-indeed, her own strength began to fail;
that direction. The pitiful answering cry grew and she did not want to leave her to go for assist-
louder and nearer; finally Ann could distinguish ance.
Hannah's voice. All of a sudden, she jumped up. You stay just
Wild with joy, she came, at last, upon her sitting where you are a few minutes, Hannah," said she.
on a fallen hemlock-tree, her pretty face pale, and I'm going somewhere. I'll be back soon." Ann
her sweet blue eyes strained with terror. was laughing.
"0 Hannah! "0 Ann! Hannah looked up at her pitifully: "0 Ann,
"How did you ever get here, Hannah ?" cried don't go! "
Ann at last. I'm coming right back, and it is the only way.
"I- started for aunt Sarah's--that morning," You must get home. Only think how your father
explained Hannah, between sobs. "And I got and mother are worrying "
frightened, in the woods, about a mile from father's. Hannah said no more after that mention ot her
I saw something ahead I thought was a bear. A parents, and Ann started.
great black thing! Then I ran and, somehow, She was not gone long. When she came in sight
the first thing I knew, I was lost. I walked and she was laughing, and Hannah, weak as she was,

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