Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Half Title
 Our flat
 Friday evenings
 In the firelight
 The board of lady managers
 Mr. Perkins
 Gene's burglar
 Sunday morning
 Our holiday
 The dinner
 Virginia's diary
 Jackson Park, by the duke
 The little blue butterfly
 Back Cover

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Title: Three girls in a flat
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 1a
    Front Matter
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Title Page
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
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    Half Title
        Page 8
    Our flat
        Page 9
        Page 10
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    Friday evenings
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    In the firelight
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    The board of lady managers
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    Mr. Perkins
        Page 74
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    Gene's burglar
        Page 78
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    Sunday morning
        Page 83
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    Our holiday
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    The dinner
        Page 117
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    Virginia's diary
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    Jackson Park, by the duke
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    The little blue butterfly
        Page 149
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    Back Cover
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ENID YANDELL, of Kentucky
LAURA HAYES, of Illinois

Copyright, 1892, by
Laura Hayes.



That noble body of women which is acting as advance-

guard to the great ,iar,,: of the unrecognized

in its onward march toward liberty

and equality--

of the



We beg to assure our readers that we do not consider

this little book in any way a literary effort.

It is a simple story which really wrote itself, and it is

with great modesty and hesitation that we cast it upon

the sea of public opinion.



T was growing late and Gene and the Duke were
dressing for dinner in the great dreary room in
=/ the boarding-house owned in partnership by the
-- girls. The Duke had let down the masses of her
blue-black hair, while Gene was engaged in un-
tangling a refractory shoe-lace, when a little knock came at
the.door, and a moment after Marjorie entered. She looked
pale and worn, and as the girls looked up with a welcoming
smile, Gene said, What's the matter, dear, you look so
tired to-night." Marjorie threw herself into a chair, and
said, "It's the flat again. I have just had a note from
Mrs. Black, saying that owing to a sudden change in her
husband's business they have been called to New York,
and now that white elephant is on my hands once more."'
"What is the flat?" asked the Duke, with interest. "Why,
don't you know?" said Gene; "it has been the bane of
Marjorie's existence for the last two years, for it contains-
all of her mother's furniture which she does not want to
store, and the people to whom she rents it are always get-
ting sick or leaving town, or for some reason or other
giving it up, so it is on her hands again." Where is it? "
demanded the Duke. "Why, it is only two blocks down
the street and in a very pleasant neighborhood, and for my


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part I wish we lived in it instead of in this dreary old board-
ing-house, where we can't get a thing to eat if we are not on
time for meals." "Why not go to housekeeping?" cried
the Duke, and the same thought came like a flash to all
three, and then and there, regardless of the approaching
dinner, they sat down to discuss eagerly the ways and
means of accomplishing their object.
Two weeks later the girls came home to their own
hearth and fireside. They had brought two friends with

Three Girls in a Flat.

them to spend the night, and when the five girls gathered
around the snowy table, with its bunch of flowers, in the
pretty dining-room, with its sideboard full of the beautiful
old-fashioned silver that had belonged to Marjorie's
mother, it was with the happiest feeling they had all known
for many a day. The neat little maid who had worked in

the flat for the preceding occupants had stayed with them,
and no one would ever have guessed from the way in
which she served the dinner that it had all been cooked by
herself in the little kitchen beyond.
It was not a very large suite of rooms-just seven, but
they were comfortable and very light, having side windows
that overlooked a field of waving grass, an unusual thing
in the city.
(The Duke, who was standing at the dining-room win-
,dow when I first read this chapter aloud, interrupted to say
that I had forgotten to mention the adornments of the
field, which consisted of a rusty stove, two battered silk

Three Girls in a Flat.

hats, an old tin bath-tub with a hole in it, ten tomato cans
and the janitor's six children.)
There was the parlor with its cheerful fire-light, the
little library with its pictures, copies, for the most part, of
famous paintings, and its rows of books in their leather-

trimmed cases, and the dining-room and kitchen; then there
was a room apiece for the girls; but I must not forget to
mention one of the most important features of all-the
hammock in the library. This great soft web of blue and
white which swung in the half-darkness and yet gave a
glimpse of the ruddy hearth in the parlor beyond, was a

Three Girls in a Flat.

favorite resort of one, two and sometimes three tired girls,
who could escape through the library door to their own
rooms at the importunate ring of the door-bell.

There had been one subject that had nearly wrecked
their plans of housekeeping, and this had been the ques-
tion of a chaperone, which they had discussed from every
standpoint and with much feeling, for Gene had insisted
upon having one, although, as she admitted, it would spoil
much of their comfort, as there was no room for her in the
flat. But even Gene's conservative ideas were finally
changed by the two obstacles which presented themselves.
The first was the impossibility of finding a chaperone that
they liked (as they were strangers in the city and did not
know who to call upon), and the second was the necessity of
supporting her should they be able to find one. It was the
latter point that settled the question finally, as the girls felt

14 Three Girls in a Flat.

that they could not add to their expenses so materially, and
they could hardly ask their chaperone to board with them.
There had been no changes to make, except the purchase
of two new rugs,
which the girls
had taken as much
pleasure in select-
ing as if they had
been buying the
outfit for a stately
mansion. The
week before mov-
ing in, Virginia
had run over to
the flat one morn-
ing to look about
and see what there
was to be done
and to measure
the parlor fl o o r
for the first new
rug. She had left
the door accident-
ally open, and was
on her knees with
tape measure in
hand when she
was startled by a
voice behind her saying inquiringly, Miss Fairfax ?" She
turned in some surprise at hearing her name, for the girls
had only been to their new home once, and that after dark,
and no one could possibly have known of theif coming.

Three Girls in a Flat.

Before her stood a stout woman with rather an elegant
figure and a tired and careworn look. She was dressed
in a plain skirt covered by a large apron, and what Gene
afterward described as a "grey and melancholy waist" and

her appearance betokened respectable shabbiness. Her
eyes, which must have been beautiful before sorrow had
dimmed their lustre, rolled curiously about the room, as
she stood watching Gene. Her soft, gray hair was banded
away from a low brow, her hands were aristocratic and well
kept, and her voice was soft and cultured as she spoke.
Gene was beginning to wonder if she had dropped out of
the sky, as she had not heard her enter, when she ex-
plained her appearance by saying "I am your neighbor,

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Mrs. Brown. I saw you come in and thought I would run
down and have a chat with you this morning." Then in-
terrupting herself, as she saw Gene's occupation, "What,
.are you going to get new rugs? Now I call that very
shabby of you, when we live just overhead and our carpets
are so old and worn." Gene tried to murmur some apology


for having even thought of buying anything new without
-consulting our neighbors, when Mrs. Brown rambled on:
"Are you any relation to old Governor Fairfax of Vir-
ginia? What, not his granddaughter? I am delighted to
hear it, and I might have known it from that straight nose
of yours. Blood will tell every time, I say. Now you
must meet my husband's sister, Mrs. Jackson, who lives
with me. She belongs to the old Jackson family of Vir-
:ginia, and they lived right in the next county to the Fair-

Three Girls in a Flat.

faxes in the old Dominion State," and Mrs. Brown chattered
on in the most interesting but interminable manner, until
Gene, who was half vexed with the delay, could not help
being amused at the perfect friendliness and freedom with
which her new acquaintance regaled
her with family history. As soon as
she discovered that Gene was one of
the Fairfax family, she took her into
her confidence, and before she left, Vir-
ginia was in possession of the facts that
Mrs. Brown had been a reigning belle
at Baltimore in her youth, and had wed-
ded at an early age a brilliant young
physician who had once figured promi-
nently before the people of the United
States through an Arctic expedition,
though this marriage, as she candidly
admitted, had been but an incident in
her career. By it, however, she had
reached a most enviable position, and AAD
had been for several years petted and
idolized by a large circle of friends and admirers. After
Dr. Jackson's death, which left her nearly penniless, she
had returned to Baltimore, where she lived in great re-
tirement, until one day, having been persuaded to go to a
dinner, (where, as we subsequently learned from Mrs.
Jackson, she was charming in a simple toilet of white mus-
lin and blue ribbons) she met her fate in handsome Andrew
Brown, who in return, fell instantly in love with her and
they were married soon after.
Many happy years of wedded life followed, when Mr.
Brown, who was one of the finest men in the world, died of

Three Girls in a Flat.

a fever, leaving her with a large family of children to edu-
cate. She had preferred to leave Baltimore when she was
obliged to sell her home, and after trying several cities
had finally settled in Chicago. All this she told Virginia,
and with perfect candor stated the exact amount of her
present income, which was not large, the num-
ber of frocks Ariadne wore out each year, and
the size of their last month's butcher bill (which
they had forgotten to pay).
When Gene came home and told us about
her interview with our neighbor and mentioned
the number in the family, we felt our first mis-
giving as to our new home.
There was Mrs. Brown, her sister Mrs. Jack-
son; Ariadne, aged twenty; Jean Paul, fourteen;
AUL. Lycurgus, twelve; Thomas Jefferson, ten; and
little Philander, popularly known as Phil., aged
two; and all of these in a seven-room flat which
just furnished us three girls with a bedroom each and left
none to spare.
We had interviewed the landlord and succeeded in get-
ting his promise to put new papering in the dining-room,
we had ordered the rugs, and were getting the ruffled
muslin curtains made, expecting to move on the following
Tuesday, when one morning brought a note from Mrs.
"Dear Miss Fairfax," it ran, "I write to tell you of my
terrible dilemma, and to beg that if possible you will aid
me to escape. Ariadne was invited so many places last
winter, that she must give a little party in return, and
Lycurgus wants to entertain his classmates for an evening,
and would you oblige us by letting us have the use of your

Three Girls in a Flat.

flat next Thursday and Friday? Our piano is in your din-
ing-room, and it would be so nice for the children to dance
in there. I ask you to do us this kindness, knowing that
you cannot be cruel enough to refuse, when I tell you that
the invitations are already out." And the note concluded
by begging the pleasure of our company for Thursday
evening following.
We had a long and earnest debate over this remarkable
communication, and the Duke vowed with a strange and
terrible vow that we should not allow ourselves
to.be thus imposed upon; and that we could
not postpone our moving for three days at the
request of a mere stranger; but the upshot of it
all was that Virginia wrote a courteous note, giv-
ing Mrs. Brown the necessary permission, and
promising to attend if possible.
I will not go into details and explain how
Gene did go to the party, nor will I tell of the
anguish of mind with which she joined the
crowd in our dear little flat, who were dancing LYCeURGS.
the wax off the newly polished floors, and elbowing the art
paper that had just been placed upon the dining-room wall.
But this was not the worst; for many weeks afterwards we
kept meeting friends on the street who regretted so much
that they could not come to "our party" that Thursday
night, and we learned to our dismay that the invitations
had been given out in our joint names.
We had not been settled long before we had become
acquainted with the entire family, and a more happy, enter
training, shiftless, pleasant set of people it was never our
good fortune to meet. There was only one drawback, and
that was that there were so many of them. It was all very

Three Girls in a Flat.

well to have Ariadne with her quiet manners and her pale
face come in and spend the evening, or to hear a knock at
the door and opening it find
three little kittens that mis-
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on our tlr[-: l..I,. : .n J t ,it .
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Jack s., ,' .i i i .',. '
with ber rred,-Ih a
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curgus would surprise us by dangling strange and unex-
pected things down the shaft into our bath-room, or little

Three Girls in a Flat.

Philander would come in with his toys to stay as long as
he was allowed; but the one who came most frequently was
Mrs. Brown herself, who never could stay very long, but
who always appeared at a most unexpected moment. We
all took it good-naturedly enough except the Duke who
rather rebelled, though she did not say much.
One evening, however, she had a caller, and had been
interrupted two or three times by Mrs. Brown's knocking
at the front door. She had opened it each time very polite-
ly and asked her to come in, but at last her patience was
exhausted, and when the fourth knock came she did not
move. Mrs. Brown knocked and called once or twice, for
she knew that the Duke was inside; but that stubborn
young woman refused to answer, though Cousin John could
hardly restrain his laughter. Mrs. Brown, however, was
not to be outdone in that way. It was but the work of a
moment to go to her kitchen, down the back stairs, in our
back door, and back into the parlor, which she entered ex-
claiming triumphantly: "You see you can't keep me out,
Miss Wendell," and the poor Duke was overcome with
shame and confusion, especially as Mrs. Brown carried
with her a plate of delicious home-made candy that Ari-
adne had made that afternoon.
They borrowed everything we had, from hats through
to shoe-blacking, but the climax was reached one Sunday
morning when Mrs. Brown came to the front door and
asked if she might take our frying pan. Virginia, who had
answered the knock, said "Why of course Mrs. Brown, if
we have one, and I suppose that we have; I'll ring and tell
Katie to bring it to you." "Oh, no," said Mrs. Brown,
I'll just run back into the kitchen and get it myself "; but
Virginia planted herself in the way, for she knew that the

Three Girls in a Flat.

girls were still at breakfast, and that Mr. Middleton had
just come with his Sunday morning flowers, and she did
not care to have our neighbors prying into our affairs.
Now Gene has a great deal of dignity, and it would take
some courage to pass her with that determined look in her

eyes, but Mrs. Brown neither looked nor stopped until she
reached the kitchen. Marjorie had gone to her room for
something, so as Mrs. Brown passed through the dining-
room she caught a glimpse of the Duke and Mr. Middle-
ton, who were talking together. As she came back she
held the frying-pan up beside her face like a huge lorg-
nette, saying: "Never mind, young people I won't look at
you," which made the Duke perfectly furious, although she

Three Girls in a Flat.

did not in the least consider Mr. Middleton her particular
But if they borrowed of us they were equally willing to
lend, as was proven the night that Marjorie was going
to the Charity Ball. Mrs. Brown had heard her say that
she did not have anything to wear, so at eight o'clock that
evening her customary knock was heard and she entered
with a great armful of old-fashioned flounces of black lace
and with a most exquisite point lace shawl, which she
insisted upon draping about Marjorie until she saw on the
bed the pretty tulle gown of pale blue, with its wreaths
of rosebuds, which the girls had made that day, when she
All the Brown family were exceedingly strict about
chaperones. They frankly confessed that they were
shocked when the girls went to the opera or to the theatre
with young men, even though the cavaliers in question
were cousins or old, old friends. Poor Ariadne in con-
sequence was deprived of many an innocent pleasure, for
it was quite impossible to chat with callers at home when
she knew that all the family were playing whist in the next
room within hearing and would comment on the conversa-
tion at breakfast the next day, or when wicked Tom would
come dancing by the hall door in his night dress, making
faces of fiendish delight as he saw her torment.
But it was too much for our gravity when Mrs. Brown
told us of an incident that happened one day when Mrs.
Jackson wanted Dr. Gordon to look at her throat which
had been troubling her. Now Dr. Gordon is an extremely
pleasant young fellow, good looking as Apollo and yet
entirely wanting in the conceit that makes handsome men
usually odious. He has the highest professional and social

24 Three Gi-ls in a Flat.

standing, and moreover, he was a warm friend of the
Brown family. The two ladies went over to the drug-
store on the corner, where they sat in state while they sent
the clerk up stairs to call the young doctor down, for as



Mrs. Brown afterwards confessed, "it would have been so
improper for dear Mrs. Jackson to have gone to his office."
Mrs. Jackson's conscious look when Mrs. Brown made this
remark showed that despite her eighty-nine years, she con-
curred in this opinion.

Three Girls in a Flat. 25

But despite their little peculiarities, we enjoyed the
Browns. Their comings and goings were a source of in-
finite distraction, and we should have missed them sorely
had they moved away.
Below us lived a young married couple who were
evidently from the country. The bride was both young
and pretty, though as Mrs. Brown said, she had "no style;"
but it was the occupation of her life to prevent the neigh-
bors from making the discovery that she kept no servant.
Instead of emptying her ashes in the chute which would
have necessitated her appearance in the back hall, she
saved them up for several days, and then after dark carried
them cautiously down her stairs into the cellar, and taking
off the lids filled all the laundry stoves. She had another
little peculiarity-so Katie told us-of throwing her dish-
water out of the window into the clean, stone-paved court
where the handmaids of the flats usually congregated in
the evening with their beaux. One of the excitements of
the back hall was the warfare waged against the lower flat
by all the servants, who were assisted in the crusade by
their firm friends, the butchers and milkmen.
Just across the hall on the same floor, dwelt some
neighbors of a very different stamp. Here, in great retire-
ment, lived a well-known general and his charming family.
His wife had been the widow of a prominent politician who
had figured as candidate in a notable presidential campaign,
and her grace and beauty had given her an almost national
reputation. As her husband's health was delicate, she went
but little into society, but busied herself with her duties to
her children and her church, to which she was devoted.
Her daughters had inherited her beauty, and no amount
of seclusion could keep the glances of admiration from

26 Three Girls in a Flat.

noting the great black eyes of the elder, or the heavy
chestnut braids and glowing cheeks of the younger. Edith
was our especial friend, and it was Gene's delight to coax
her into a literary or scientific discussion and see her cheeks
kindle and her eyes flash with the inherited power of
oratory when she became interested in her subject.
Taking it altogether, we felt that we were particularly
happy in our neighbors.

** i..v



HEN dinner was over the girls usually gath-
ered round the channel fire in the parlor for
a chat, and so it happened on a certain stormy
evening in October. Outside the wind
howled up and down the deserted street,
but within it was the picture of comfort and
good cheer. It was too early for callers, and the Duke had
thrown herself full length into her favorite chair, while Gene
sat in the lamplight trimming her hat for the fourth time
that week. "Won't you get us your diary, Marjorie, and
read us a little about your trip abroad ?" asked the Duke.
"You have promised so many times to do it." "Why,
of course," and Marjorie left the room returning in a
few minutes with her black leather book, while the girls
settled themselves to listen.
She opened at random and commenced to read
"June 29, 1891. When we first arrived in Paris Mrs.
Palmer received a call from Mr. Theodore Stanton, who is
the correspondent for the Associated Press, and who has
resided in Paris for over twelve years. He was an ex-
tremely handsome and amiable man with bright color in his
face and in his golden beard, and in the deep blue of his eyes.
Perhaps to me he seemed especially good to look at be-
cause he was so American in his speech and dress, and in
the cheerful enthusiasm that pervaded his manner. It

28 Three Girls in a Flat.

was a comfort to meet a real countryman after the many
insipid imitations we had seen in the streets of London,
who were ashamed to be American, and could not be suc-
cessfully English, and who, as a result, were a type of
nothing under the sun.
But to return to Mr. Stanton. He began to ask at once

about the part women were to take in the World's Fair,
and handled the woman question with an ease and fear-
lessness that could only have come from deep conviction
or early training. I afterwards discovered that it was both,
as he was the son of that much-loved and revered woman,
Elizabeth Cady Stanton. When he learned that Mrs.
Palmer was to be in the city only a few days, he seemed
much disappointed, as he said he wanted her to meet
some of the leaders in women's work in Paris, especially
Madame De Morsier, who had taken such a prominent part

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in the Paris Exposition of '89. Mrs. Palmer explained
that she would return in a few weeks, when she would be
very happy to meet the French ladies, and so it was
arranged that Mme. De Morsier should call before her de-
parture and make the preliminary arrangements. She
came a few days later, and it was a comfort to find that
she really spoke excellent English, though with a quaint
little accent. She had a sweet, intelligent face, a matronly

figure and a very cordial manner, and she proved to be a
valuable acquaintance, for she came to see Mrs. Palmer
many times, arranged a meeting with M. Guyot and others,
and took such a friendly interest from the first in the
part women were to take in the coming Exposition, that
her example proved contagious.
"Whether or not there were other agencies at work I
never fully understood, but as soon as she returned from
her two-weeks' trip to Vienna, Mrs. Palmer was asked in
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to receive a few of the French women who were inter-
ested in her work, and if so what place would be conven-
ient. She named the following Wednesday, and said she
would see them in her salon at the Grand Hotel.
"We did not know exactly who would come, but Madame
De Morsier thought there would probably be about twelve
people, and she promised to be on hand early and intro-
duce the first comers.
Wednesday proved a clear and cloudless day, one of the
warmest we had encountered since leaving home, and after
looking over her mail, as
usual, and telling me how to
dispose of it, Mrs. Palmer
began to consider the after-
"She had an engagement
for luncheon, and so the ar-
rangements were left to me,
to my great delight, for I thoroughly enjoy anything that
savors of housekeeping, for which, probably because I
have never tried it, I have always felt that I had a peculiar
"First I sent for the steward and instructed him as to the
serving of the coffee, tea and chocolate; then I went to
Boissiers myself and ordered the confections and the de-
licious little cakes for which that establishment is so justly
famous, and finally to the flower market on the corner by
the Madeleine, where I bought to my heart's content, taking
a whole mass in my voituree," while two stout men ran
down the boulevard beside it, each with a load on his
back. I worked with a will and I must say the rooms
looked charming, for I had often decorated them before

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on flower-market day for the mere pleasure it gave us all
to see them looking so pretty.
"The salon proper was a very large apartment on the
first floor above the street, and in the corner of the Avenue
de l'Opera and the Boulevard; and there were many lace-
draped windows opening full length, in the French way, on
to a large balcony, so that it was but the work of a
moment to step out into the June day and be right over
the gayest corner of the gayest street in Paris, with its
multitudes of little tables, and its beautifully dressed
promenaders. Within the room was gorgeous. The walls
were hung with red brocade, and the wood work was of
white enamel, while from the great candelabra placed here
and there, and hanging from the ceiling, depended hun-
dreds of oak leaves of shining crystal.
The flowers were very simply arranged, but there was a
huge Japanese punch-bowl full of what Min called "blue
carnations on the center-table, while the tall bronze jars
on the marble cabinets between the windows blossomed
over into snowy lilies, that repeated themselves in the
mirrors behind them in endless nodding reflections.
Through the open doors leading into the next salon could
be seen the rose-crowned table with its dainty appoint-
"The first to arrive was Madame de Morsier, according to
her promise; then followed M. and Madame Jules Siegfried,
and more people came singly and in groups until every
chair in the room was taken and we were obliged to send
for more. After all were seated and chatting comfortably
to their neighbors in the cheerful French fashion, Madame
de Morsier rose, and in simple and dignified language ex-
plained the part women were to take in the World's Co-

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lumbian Exposition. She spoke in
French, and as she talked I glanced
around at her audience.
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ust behind her sat a distinguished

ber of Deputies, which corresponds to
our Congress.
"Just behind her sat a distinguished
line of women. First, Madame Guyot,

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the bright and progressive wife of M. Yves Guyot, who
was at that time minister of public works, and a member
of the Cabinet. She was accompanied by her daughter,
who was charming, and a perfect type of the jeune fille,
sweet and modest as a blush-rose bud. Then Madame
Siegfried, Madame Bogelot, who has done such magnifi-
cent work for women in the dreadful prison of St.
Lazare, and our own Mrs. Logan, whose earnest black eyes,
under the halo of snowy hair, watched every movement of
the speaker with great interest. Mrs. Logan was accom-
panied by her son and
his wife, who were
both very pleasant and
entertaining. Next to
them sat Mrs. Harrison
and Mrs. McKee, who
were visiting Mrs.
Whitelaw Reid, and
who made so many
friends abroad where-
ever they appeared. One of the Americans residing in
Paris spoke of them as our American Princesses," and the
name soon became popular. Next to them sat Mrs. Palmer
and by her side Miss Hallowell, who is one of the most
widely acquainted of our countrywomen in Paris. Her
opinion is sought and respected on everything connected
with art, and she has a warm personal acquaintance with
all the painters and sculptors who constitute the charmed
inner circle in the famous art life of the gay capital.
Last of all was Mrs. May Wright Sewell of Indianapolis,
who was the American delegate to the Exposition Con-
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has an acquaintance with numbers of prominent workers
among the French people.
"The Americans had been invited by Mrs. Palmer, and
as I looked around the room I could not restrain a feeling
of pride, for I knew our ladies did not suffer in com-
"Madame de Morsier spoke of the interest felt by every
one in Paris in the Exposition, and cited in instance of it,
that M. Jules Simon had expressed to her his willingness
to be present on this occasion. It is difficult to explain in
English just how she
said it, but we all
gathered that he had
sent the message as a
token of friendliness
and good will, andti
without the actual in-
tention of coming.
When she told this I
heard little murmurs,
and saw the approving nods around the room, for M.
Simon is probably more respected and loved than any
statesman in France at the present day. He has been
honored by a Senatorship for life, and although he is now
quite an old man, he still retains unimpaired his wonder-
ful faculties.
Madame de Morsier had found no difficulty in describ-
ing the moral and philanthropic aims of the Board of Lady
Managers, but when she came to the more practical part
of the undertaking and tried to tell about the Woman's
Building, it was evident that she, like so many others, was
confused by the words 'separate' and 'special' exhibits.


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M. Siegfried interrupted her with a question, and Mrs. Pal-
mer leaned forward, and tried to tell her in a few low words
how to reply. Madame de Morsier was about to proceed,
when M. Siegfried politely asked, Will not Mrs. Palmer
explain this point to us herself?' She rose smiling, and
said, 'I beg that you will excuse me, as my French is
somewhat limited, and Madame de Morsier will tell you
about it much better than I could possibly do.' 'No, no,
no,' came from all parts of the room; 'Let us hear Mrs.
Palmer, she speaks French very well,' etc., etc., and amid
the chorus of echoing voices she was obliged to rise again.
"I shall never forget how she looked as she stood in the
middle of the large salon, explaining to these distinguished
French people in their own language the difficult points
that would require an unusual vocabulary and a judicious
choice of words in one's own tongue. Sometimes she was
at a loss for a moment, and then she would stop and appeal
to M. Siegfried, or change her way of phrasing, for it was
quite a different thing to talking the ordinary French of shop
or drawing-room, which she speaks with fluency. She never
for an instant lost the perfect self-poise and charming
dignity that lent an added impressiveness to her every word.
"As I saw the interest deepening on every face, turned to
this slender young woman, and noted the deferential atten-
tion given, not to her beauty or her position, or to the grace
of her manner, but to her wonderful intelligence, and to
the clear reasoning that dominated her hesitating speech, I
felt a strange sense of emotion. Miss Hallowell leaned
over to me and whispered, I never expected to see such a
sight as this,' and I noticed the moisture in her eyes.
"After Mrs. Palmer had explained the doubtful point,
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she replied with perfect readiness, and then the conversa-
tion became general. M. Siegfried, who is a tall, imposing
man, with a bushy, red beard, talked very sensibly on the
ways and means of forming a new committee which was to
co-operate with the Board of Lady Managers in France,
and I may say that he and his interesting wife from that
moment did everything in their power to insure the success
of the new idea.
After several other people had spoken I noticed a little
stir near the door, and the man at the entrance announced
in a loud voice-' M. Jules Simon.' As the great man
entered every body rose to his feet, and Mrs. Palmer
walked far across the room to welcome him. It was
delightful to see the deference with which he was treated.
No one seemed to think it was at all unusual to go over the
entire situation again as if nothing had been said before;
and when he rose and made a few amiable remarks in his
thin, quavering voice, it was touching to see the pleasure
and enthusiasm with which they were received. His un-
expected coming gave the finishing touch to a very success-
ful day, and after this the meeting became entirely infor-
mal and many confidential groups could be seen chatting
over a cup of tea.
"Soon after this, and without her own seeking, Mrs. Pal-
mer had an audience with several important people, includ-
ing Madame Carnot, who complimented her by presenting
her with the President's box at the Comidie Francaise, and
it was on the Saturday following the reception that the
members of the World's Fair Committee in the Chamber
of Deputies expressed their willingness to have women
appointed officially to co-operate with the Board of Lady
Managers, in collecting the exhibit of women's work for
the Exposition."

38 Three Girls in a Flat.

As Marjorie finished reading the door bell rang, and
without time for comment the girls hastily flew to their
rooms to prepare for the evening's campaign, for it was
Friday, and many callers were expected.



B '-. N the parlor we gathered in our best attire,
i for we had found a reception evening at
Last, when we were all at home. The new
..' .* / jardiniere, which Marjorie had made out
of an old box and some Lincrusta Walton,
ip'.-.. was filled with tall chrysanthemums, our
best cups and souvenir spoons were ar-
_.j ranged on the little Turkish table, and
S last of all we lighted the lamp under the
brass tea-kettle, and then seated our-
selves to await the rush," as the Duke
S'.' said. We were watching the smoke
coming in volumes from the throat of
S. the tea-kettle, when a gentle knock was
heard at the door.
Marjorie rose with a most winning smile to greet-Mrs.
"Ah, good evening," said our irrepressible neighbor;
"Expecting company ?" and she glanced at Gene's white
Oh, no; we always dress this way in the evening."
And the Duke, who had not forgotten the molasses candy
episode, looked severely at Mrs. Brown.
"Why, I think I'll stay and take a cup of tea with you.
Looks cozy, doesn't it?"

40 Three Girls in a Flat.

And the good woman with a serene smile settled herself
comfortably before the fire, put her feet upon the newly
polished brass fender and sipped our fragrant Bohea,
which Marjorie offered her, I must confess a little grudg-
"You know Mrs. Jackson always says that I am pretty
lucky, and I begin to think I am," she continued, heedless
of the fact that we were not any of us particularly cordial.
"Did I tell you, Miss Fairfax, that I was going to apply to
our landlord for a new Pasteur filter? Well, while I was
making an application I wrote down a list of things: a
new filter, a stained-glass window in the bathroom and
wire screens for the windows, and will you believe me when
I tell you that he sent them all ? I was more surprised
than any one else."
I don't understand that at all, Mrs. Brown," said Mar-
jorie, putting her teacup down on the table with em-
"Never mind, my dear, I do. My nephew James is on
the editorial staff of the Herald, and he could so easily
mention that the St. Julien Flats are managed well-or
otherwise, you know."
But, Mrs. Brown, think of the injustice of it. Here we
have repeatedly asked to have Katie's room calcimined,
and Mr. Thompkins has paid no attention to us, and we
finally had it done at our own expense."
I am very sorry indeed, my dear, but I cannot help it.
I will have to drown my sorrow in another cup of your de-
licious tea," she answered, laughingly.
Virginia, who saw that Mrs. Brown was a fixture, resorted
to a little strategy, as we did not desire her to be one of
our reception committee.

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Mrs. Brown, you must come out and see Katie's room.
We told her to choose any color she liked for her walls,
and to our horror she chose an intense rose color, which
does not go well with her auburn hair."
Mrs. Brown arose, and we followed her to the kitchen
hoping that she would go on upstairs to her own flat.
Katie's room amused her very much, with its rose-colored
walls, and the box in one'corner covered with turkey-red
calico and some coarse white lace, while the same lace
hung from the windows and was looped back with red
ribbon bows. As we were talking the bell rang, and little
Mary went to open the door. We breathed a sigh of re-
lief as Mrs. Brown said:
Oh, I must go now-but who do you suppose it is, girls ?
I believe I'll just peep through the back parlor door," and
before we could remonstrate with her, she had walked out
into the hall, followed by Virginia, who looked calm but
Here, let me see the name," and our worthy
neighbor seized the card from little Mary's tray.
E. T. Barker! Why, my dear, he was one of
Dr. Jackson's most devoted friends." And be-
fore we fully realized it Mrs. Brown had glided
into the parlor and was greeting effusively Ma-
jor Barker, late Minister to Turkey, and a
charming man.
There was no help for it, so we followed her
and acted as assistants, while she played host-
ess. The parlor was soon filled and we were
having a very jolly time, for if there is one thing for which
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Now do take another cup of tea, Major-and you say
you brought a cook from the Orient ? "
"I did, my dear madam, and in honor of the arrival of
my foreign chef, I invited a number of friends to dinner,
and what do you suppose he gave us? Upon my word
and honor, all we had were carrots and molasses candy
Just here little Mary announced Colonel Rogers, and
through the curtain we caught a glimpse of a tall, uncouth
looking man, with a broad
slouch hat, which he hung
with a flounce on our lit-
tle hat-rack, almost cov-
ering it.
The announcement was
quickly followed by the i
gentleman himself, who
came into the room in a
breezy manner which took .
us all by storm. He strode .
up to the Duke and seized
her by both hands.
He was at least six feet
tall and fleshy in propor-
tion, while his face was
round and bespoke good
nature. His hair stood
straight up all over his
head, and looked as if
there was no treaty of
reciprocity between it and the brush.
The Duke introduced him as Colonel Rogers, of Ken-

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tucky, and after cordially shaking each guest by the hand,
he seated himself comfortably in our best rocking-chair and
beamed amiably on the assembled company. Under his
broad, turn-down collar was a thin black ribbon, tied in a
straggling bow, which, before the evening was over, had
worked itself around under his left ear. His whiskers
formed an aggressive halo around his face, and his clothes
were large and roomy, and were evidently made for com-
fort. His vest was fastened at the top and bottom, but
the intervening space was guiltless of buttons.
Pulling his chair towards Major Barker, he carelessly
crossed his feet, and I noticed that over one of his large
shoes dangled a white string.
"Well, Miss Duke, I tried to send my card up in that
whistle, but I couldn't, make it work," and the Colonel
threw back his head and laughed heartily.
"I tell you, you all have so many new fangled notions
here in Chicago that I wouldn't be surprised at anything.
Major, are you a native ? "
Major Barker, seeing that he had an entertaining speci-
men near him, answered heartily:
"Yes, Colonel, I am. And your home is in Kentucky, I
Yes, I am a native Kentuckian, born and raised in the
Green River country. I've represented my county twice in
the Legislature, and have been a candidate three times for
Circuit Jedge."
His not having been elected cut no figure with the Colo-
nel, as the fact of being a candidate, though three times
unsuccessful, was honor enough for him.
Now, this cane was presented to me in '8o by the Com-
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And the Colonel leaned out and took from the hat-rack in
our little hall an unwieldly cane with a massive gold head.
"Made the finest speech in my life when that cane was
given to me-fairly bro't down the house, and Jedge Emer-
son told me afterwards that he tho't it was the effort of my
"Talking of oratory, Colonel, do you know Colonel Mc-
Kenzie? "
"What, Quinine Jim? Best friend I've got in the
world. Why, he was raised next do' to me in the Green
River country, and there ain't no finer man between Penny-
rile and the Purchase than that very Jim McKenzie."
Just here I want to say that the State of Kentucky is di-
vided into four sections--the "Mountains," the "Bluegrass,"
the Pennyroyal and the Purchase," the district be-
tween the last two sections being the Colonel's home.
"And if it hadn't been for me," Colonel Rogers contin-
ued pompously, I don't think Jim ever would have been
in Congress ; for the first time he run it was pretty shaky,
but the members of our section of the Congressional Dees-
trict just took off our coats and wheeled our counties into
line for Jim, and we've been proud of it ever sence. I tell
you, he is the tallest talker in the State, and can talk all
around any one of them Congressmen."
And at the recollection of his friend's political prowess,
the Colonel put his hand affectionately on Major Barker's
"Why do you call him Quinine Jim ? "
"Because he made the famous speech in Congress to
take the tariff off quinine so we could buy it cheap, for in
our deestrict there are so many swamps that we buy qui-
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And the Colonel gave another of his laughs at this re-
mark, demonstrating to the entire company that the best
of his teeth had been shaken out years ago.
Yes, Jim McKenzie has fixed things now so that a poor
man can afford to have a chill now and then."
We girls silently sipped our tea, for the conversation was
absorbed by Colonel Rogers, and our guests formed an in-
terested group around him, while he was in his element,
being the center of attraction.
Mrs. Brown was having the best time of anybody, and
many a furtive glance did the Colonel cast at her comely,
matronly figure, as he recited his experiences. She was
not a beautiful Desdemona, but she evidently pleased this
modern Othello, and the thought of the six little mother-
less Browns across the way never entered her head.
We were just about to accompany Colonel Rogers
through another political campaign, when little Mary ap-
proached Mrs. Brown and whispered excitedly:
"Please, ma'am, Miss Ariadne thinks Philander has
swallowed something, and we are afraid it is a tack."
The Colonel, who had heard it, immediately arose and
looked more agitated than the mother, and with all the
elegance resulting from the polishing influence of two
terms in the Kentucky Legislature, said : "Allow me to
serve you, my dear madam ; can I go for a doctor ?"
Oh, no, not at all," Mrs. Brown answered nonchalantly.
"I don't mind his swallowing tacks, if he will only let
nickels and dimes alone. Why, he has quite depleted my
purse, and the number of buttons he has disposed of is
something astonishing."
And with many courtesies the worthy lady made her
adieu-reluctantly, I must admit-while the Colonel, with

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much deliberate ceremony, handed her out of the door,
Mrs. Brown,with quiet elegance mincing out:-for Philander
could swallow tacks, nickels, dimes and the United States
mint, but his mother must not forget her deportment.
"Ah, good-night, Colonel, I trust I shall hear more of
your exceedingly interesting experiences at another time."
"But, my dear madam, allow me to see you to your
own door."
Girls, I can't miss that fun," and the Duke followed
them out into the hall. She afterwards told us that Ariadne
was holding the door open for her mother, and from the
stairs she caught sight of the bedroom where the five small
Browns were domiciled. She said that Philander was in
the middle of the bed gasping for breath, and about him
were as many small brothers as could be accommodated
with a sight of his sufferings, while the boys who could not
get near enough were consoling themselves by tumbling
somersaults over the foot of the adjoining bed, all five be-
ing in various stages of undress.
When the Colonel returned he began a lengthy reminis-
cence upon the times that his sons had gotten into similar
difficulties, and the remedies that he had used, ending with
the astonishing announcement that the best thing as far as
he knew for everything was a good, stout toddy.
By the way, Major, did you ever drink any of the mint
juleps made after Colonel Stoddard Johnson's recipe? You
haven't Well, I tell you, if you ever come out to old
Kaintuck, I'll give you such another julep as you never
tasted in all your life before."
We began to fear that our tea had fallen dead against
the Colonel's lurid palate. But nevertheless he waxed elo-
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back yard at home, declaring that the moon only shone at
its best in old Kentucky, when the mocking-birds were
singing in the chinquepin trees, and we began to think
that Mrs. Brown's influence and a cup of tea had certainly
inspired him.
"Very fine woman, that Mrs. Brown," said the Colonel,
as he gave a masterly stroke to his aggressive whiskers.
"Er-ah-a widow ? "
Yes," said Marjorie, she is the widow of the late
Judge Brown, who was an old Baltimorean, though he
fought on the Northern side in the war."
"You don't say so.! She can't be the widow of Andrew
Brown ? What She is ? Why, I remember hearing of him,
and I also remember what a lively time we gave them at
Bull Run. I tell you the Yankees were pretty well played
out that time," and the Colonel rubbed his knees and
chuckled to himself over the pleasant recollection.
"So she's Andrew Brown's widow? Well, well, I must
come up and call on her before I leave town."
We all smiled, devoutly wishing that he would persuade
our neighbor and her six incumbrances to remove to Green
River country, Kentucky, for as Mrs. Brown had spent
many years of her life in listening to the stories of Federal
bravery, it would be no more than right that in her declin-
ing days she should hear the other side, and if she should
eventually be urged to do so and remove from the flat, we
would forever after bless our Friday evenings.



HE little red lamp shed a soft, rosy light over the
room, and the fire blazed cheerily, with now and then
an extra bright flame for imagination's sake. The
tall lamp beside the piano had been blown out,
and books and papers were strewn around,
.l while in a corner was a suspicious-looking
stand, half draped in a damp gray cloth. Now,
as the firelight fell upon it, it was a beautiful woman; again
a strong man in repose, and again, some fairy child.
The flat was quiet; evidently no one at home but the girl
in a luxurious gown seated before the fire. Her feet, cased
in red Turkish slippers, were elevated to the top of the brass
fender; her head was thrown back and from it had slipped
a red fez which lay on the floor; her eyes were closed, and
around the deep corners of her mouth and slightly parted
lips there played a smile-or was it the firelight ? Regularly
the breaths came, and deep; the maiden slept. A. little
Dutch clock on the mantel pointed the hour of ten.
The other girls had gone to the opera, and after a hard
day's work at her studio, the Duke had come home, dined
alone, and donning gown and slippers had begun a little
sketch for the Woman's Building.
The ideas formed themselves too slowly for her quick
perception of form, and, throwing aside her tools, she had
put out the largest lamp and seated herself to "study it
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50 Three Girls in a Flat.

and died away until her tired and overworked mind re-
fused to answer, and sleep, the heaven of the intellect,
dawned upon her. Over her chair leaned a handsome, dark
head; two eyes, whose depths few saw, looked upon her,
and round her waist stole an arm and strong white hand;
the other grasped hers as it lay on her knee, and the light

revealed the prominent blue veins and slender nails of the
honest, masculine hand.
The Duke started, and as she did so her forehead touched
his lips, as he knelt beside her. For an instant a fearful
look came in her eyes, but as she gazed into his, all fear
departed, and deep, trustful love beamed forth; and, with

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a sigh of relief, abandon-
ment and rest, she laid
her head upon his
"Are you ready, dear-
est, will you come with
A deep, baritone voice
spoke, like the full stop
of an organ, whose power
and gentleness carries all
before it.
"Come with you?
Why, and where?"
Come, because I have
waited so long for your
coming; come to me and
rest. Complete my life;
give me love; all else I
Did he know to whom
he spoke? Was it to the
proud, imperious, inde-
pendent Duke he talked
of filling another's life?
He did know, for her ideal
knelt beside her; a man
to honor, love, work for,
die for, live for.
Where had he come
from? Who was he? It
mattered not; two souls

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had met, she knew what he was, and her head and heart,
worn out in their struggle to conquer the world alone, lay
quiet on his breast.
"Why came you so late, dear ?"
"The time is only now ripe, sweetheart; you must have
suffered and worked and learned all you know alone to be
willing to come with me;" and now, with a quick, impulsive
gesture, he took her in his arms; and she, like a true woman,
clung to the strength and good that was in him.

A peal of laughter, a stumble at the door, a knob quickly
turned, and in came the girls and their escorts. She rose,
desolate, forsaken, her arms out before her, a lonely feeling
and a chill in her heart. Was it the laugh of a demon?
Had her love disappeared like a phantom?
"Hello, Duke! asleep, old girl?" Marjorie, seated in
the hammock, began drawing off a glove; Gene, in her
opera-cloak, stood before her, and then she knew it was
a dream. The fancy of an over-worked woman's brain
that needed rest and love.


(To which the flat owes its being.)

Y ..:
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WHEN the World's Fair Bill was
under discussion by the Fifty-
first Congress, Mr. Wm. T. Springer,
of Illinois, rose one bright morning
with an amendment.
The general bill had provided for
the formation of a Commission, and
the amendment added that said Com-

mission is authorized and required to appoint a Board of
Lady Managers, of such number and to perform such
duties as may be prescribed by the Commission." When
the bill was reported to the house for a final hearing, the
amendment was not read. Mr. Springer called attention
to the omission, and the chairman of the committee replied
that it was unintentional-the amendment having been
left out because the committee considered it of no impor-
tance whatever, but that if desired it could yet be restored
to the bill, and this was consequently done.
Mr. Springer offered his amendment as a graceful trib-
ute to the women of our country, and it was passed by
Congress without a dissenting voice, and without one
thought of the importance of the measure which was to
give legal right, for the first time in the history of any
nation, to the organization of a body of women to transact
business for the Government.

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The women themselves, who were appointed under this
act in the various States, did not realize for one moment
the responsibility and power thus given them, and when
for the first time the Board of Lady Managers was con-
vened in Chicago in November, 1890, there was much hes-
itation and a great lack of knowledge as to the object of
its existence and the future possibilities which lay before it.
It was a representative body of women that gathered in
the pretty hall at Kinsley's that bright, crisp, November
morning. Some had had experience with parliamentary
law in their charitable and club work at home, but the
majority were totally untutored in business methods and
came together with a feeling of hesitation that prevented
them from giving utterance to their ideas. Some were busi-
ness women, school teachers, farmers, lawyers and physi-
cians, while one woman was most successful as a real estate
dealer, and another had charge of a valuable plantation in
Louisiana. Several owned or edited newspapers, but by
far the greater number were the wives and mothers who
had come, for the first time, to take part in public affairs.
On every hand the question was asked, "What are we here
for?" and no one seemed to answer. The Commissioners,
when appealed to, were as much at sea as their appointees
on the Board of Lady Managers, but all agreed that the
first thing to do was to effect a permanent organization. In
accordance with this, committees were formed, by-laws
made, and Mrs. Pottei Palmer, of Chicago, was elected
When the meeting adjourned, the ladies had become
somewhat acquainted with each other and had voted upon
several questions of importance, especially upon having no
separate exhibit of women's work at the Exposition. It

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was conceded by all that competitors would wish to receive
awards upon the basis of merit and not of sex, and that in
consequence the best exhibitors would not send their work


unless for general competition. It was also agreed that it
would be a good plan to ask the Directors of the World's
Fair for a building in which a special exhibit could be

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shown that would demonstrate to the world the progress
that women had made in the nineteenth century.
When the members left the city, all these undeveloped
suggestions were left in the hands of the President, a young
woman who had had no experience whatever in public
affairs. It has been widely recorded how well she per-
formed her task, and when the Board met for the second
time, in September, '91, it was on an entirely different
plane, and with the brightest prospects of future usefulness.
The first circular sent out from the office of the Board
asked the members to petition their legislatures to secure
an appropriation for the World's Fair, and to request at
the same time that the members of the Board of Lady
Managers be recognized on the State Board. In many
States this was done, giving these women an entirely un-
precedented authority, and to their credit be it said, that
in many instances the legislators acknowledged that their
attention had first been brought to the World's Fair
through the efforts of these women.
The Board asked the officers in charge of the Installa-
tion Department to place on the blanks they were sending
out to manufacturers the innocent little question, "Do you
employ any women in the manufacture of this article, and
if so, what proportion of it is their work?" There have
been many responses, and as every article manufactured in
whole or in part by women is to bear some graceful device
showing the fact, it will be readily seen that to those inter-
ested, the World's Fair will present the most remarkable
display of women's work that has ever been made public,
and the heretofore unrepresented factory woman will re-
ceive her due share of credit for the work she has done.
Congress in its original action had decided that the

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Board of Lady Managers might be allowed to have one or
more members on the juries which were to award prizes
for articles which had been in whole or in part manu-
factured by women. This gave a power to the Board
which was entirely unprecedented, for no women have ever
been allowed to serve as jurors in previous expositions.
When the subject came up for consideration at a later
time, the Commission agreed to this without the slightest
hesitation, and so little conception did the members have
of the extent of this work, that they offered at first to allow
the juries to be composed entirely of women that were to
judge of women's work.
When it was afterwards discovered that women are em-
ployed in nearly every branch of industry, this gracious
permission was modified to allowing women members on
the juries in proportion to the amount of women's work
represented in the articles to be judged. Even this was
an enormous concession, as the recently appointed Com-
mittee on Juries is just beginning to realize.
No one could question the fairness of allowing women
as jurors in proportion to the amount of women's work repre-
sented in the article to be judged, and yet when one takes into
consideration the fact that women have not heretofore
been allowed this privilege, and also that it would be
yielding up much power and political patronage to allow
women the appointing of a number of jurors, it seems that
the action of the Commission in this regard was not only
fair and honorable, but noble and high-minded.
It is to be hoped that the Commission which has from
the first treated the Board of Lady Managers with great
courtesy and absolute fairness, will never by any future
action change this ruling which has won it the praise and
gratitude of every thinking woman in the nation.

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In January, 1891, when the subject of a National ap-
propriation for the year for the World's Fair was under
discussion, and enemies of the bill were very anxious to
have a small amount named, the President of the Board of
Lady Managers and the Finance Committee went to Wash-
ington to see what might be done. When they arrived
they found matters in the most unpromising state. The
bill had in the Senate been cut down to $40,000, which was
not enough for the running expenses of the Commission
alone, and no allowance had been made for the wants of
the Board of Lady Managers. The Finance Committee
and the President had an interview with the Senate Com-
mittee to which this matter had been referred, which had a
direct and acknowledged result of raising the amount from
$40,000 to $95,500, of which sum $36,000 was named for
the exclusive use of the Board of Lady Managers. This
was a great triumph and occasioned much rejoicing among
the members of the Board, who had felt that a failure to
secure an appropriation would make them entirely dependent
on the Commission, would certainly restrict their future
usefulness, and might imperil their very existence. One of
the principal arguments used in presenting the case to the
Senators was the fact that the Directors of the World's Fair
had graciously given to the Board the sum of two hundred
thousand dollars with which to erect a building for the ex-
clusive use of women, which should be known as the
Woman's Building.
The Board of Lady Managers met for the second time
in Apollo Hall, and it was no longer a gathering of strangers,
trying to find a familiar face, or identify some well-known
name with some strange personality. It was more like a
meeting of friends, and there was laughter and general
cheer, for the Board had had its trials as well as its victo-

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ries, which had bound more closely together the members
from the various states. The ladies all knew each other,
at least by correspondence, and many were the rejoicings
at this meeting. The President's desk was a mass of lilies
and roses and fragrant sweet peas, and the young President
herself, in light gray gown, returned the many greetings
with smiling face, while at her left presided the able secre-


tary, Mrs. Cooke. Three or four pretty children acted as
pages, while Mrs. Logan's niece-a charming young girl-
was decidedly the favorite usher.
At the November meeting, the prominent members had
been those whose reputation and experience gave them the
right to be heard, and while their influence was no less
strong at the second meeting, yet many new voices had
gained confidence to speak, though one of the most elo-

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quent and beloved-Mrs. Darby's, of South Carolina-was
Among the ladies present who had achieved national
reputation were Mrs. Logan and Mrs. Hooker. Mrs. Logan
was a tall, commanding-looking woman, whose gray hair,
brushed straight back from her intellectual forehead, gave
her an air of distinction. She wore deep mourning, and
when she spoke talked straight to the point, while her tact
and diplomacy showed her knowledge and long association
with politicians. Mrs. Hooker was another striking and
interesting character, and her piquant remarks added much
to the zest of the meeting. She was of medium height, with
marked features, clear complexion, beautiful snowy curls
and a peculiar, petulant toss of the head that is a charac-
teristic of the Beecher family, I am told. Mrs. Barker, of
South Dakota, with her strong face and clear logic won the
most complete attention, while Mrs. Meredith, of Indiana,
was convincing in debate; but Mrs. Eagle, of Arkansas,
was the best parliamentarian on the Board, and brought the
ladies to strict account if by any chance they spoke twice
to the same subject.
There was Mrs. Russell Harrison, with her pretty face
and sweet manners, and her charming friend, Mrs. Salis-
bury, of Utah, who is the favorite niece of Mr. James G.
Blaine. There were also the wives of the Governors of
Montana and Maine, Arkansas, Mississippi and other States.
There were a score of others, too, who made most interest-
ing speeches. Mrs. Lucas, of Philadelphia; Mrs. Ashley,
of Colorado; Mrs. Reed, of Maryland; Mrs. Lynde and
Ginty, of Wisconsin; Mrs. Bagley, of Michigan; Miss Beck,
of Florida; Miss Shakespeare, of Louisiana; Mrs. Hough-
ton, of Washington; Mrs. Oglesby and Mrs. Shepard, of

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Illinois; Mrs. Starkweather, of Rhode Island; Mrs. Brad-
well and Mrs. Mulligan, of Chicago; Mrs. Wilkins, of Wash-
ington; Mrs. Cantrill, of Kentucky; Mrs. Ryan, of Texas,
Miss Busselle, of New Jersey; Mrs. Felton, of Georgia; Mrs.
Trautman, of New York, and others, while Mrs. Payton, of
Oregon, whose voice before had been unheard, convulsed
the large audience many times with her witty remarks.
I have said nothing of the appearance of these women,
but their faces were all bright and intelligent, while, for the
lovers of society, there were many pretty women, from the
graceful member from western Illinois, to the swell little
member from New York, whose light-trained dress, with
its high, black sleeves, was an object of general admiration
to the rows of spectators who filled every available inch in
the parlors behind the President's desk.
Many prominent and well-known gentlemen attended
these meetings, and among them on several occasions was
seen the strong face of Prof. Swing, whom I heard several
lady managers point out to each other as Mrs. Palmer's
There could be nothing more attractive than the man-
ner in which the President presided over the meeting.
Her ease and grace, and the winning way in which she
recognized each member who took the floor, were alto-
gether charming, while her parliamentary knowledge was
a complete surprise. The deliberations, while full of inter-
est to all, were marked by a dignity and ease that were
most impressive.
Before the second meeting of the full Board, a letter
had been prepared, which was signed by the President of
the Board of Lady Managers, and sent officially, through
the courtesy of Mr. Blaine and the Department of State, to

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every country in the world. It asked that the government
of the country addressed should appoint a commission of
women to cooperate with the Board of Lady Managers in
preparing an exhibit from their country that should show
the finest and best work that women have done from the
earliest known times to the present day. This request was
sent not only in the hope of securing a fine exhibit of
women's work from each foreign country, but with the
special intention of obtaining recognition for women by
their own government. This was particularly to be desired
in the countries where women had not been recognized as
fully as in the United States.
It is not necessary to give the details of the State corre-
spondence, but it is enough to say that the result thus far
has exceeded all expectations. In nearly every instance
the sovereign of the country addressed has sent a courteous
reply to the President of the Board of Lady Managers, and
in many instances Commissions have already been formed
and are in working order.
In England the Woman's Commission, which is doing
splendid work, is under the immediate patronage of the
Princess Christian, who is a member of the Royal family.
In Germany, the Princess Friedrich Karl has given the
formation of the sub-committees her personal attention.
The Queen of Belgium has graciously consented to appoint
a commission of women in her dominion; while in Russia,
Sweden, Holland, Greece, Austria, and France the com-
missions have either been formed or are in process of or-
ganization, and in all cases under the highest patronage.
Letters have also been received from Japan and the Orient
in regard to the subject, while such distant rulers as the
Queen of Hawaii, the Governor-General of Cape Town, of

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Jamaica, and of Cuba and Hayti, in the West Indies, have
expressed their willingness to appoint these Commissions.
The women of Central and South America are also actively

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terest in the plans of the
S Board of LadyManagers.
The Woman's Building, which I have incidentally men-
tioned, was planned by a young girl, aged twenty-one,
whose designs were successful in the competition offered
by the Board of Lady Managers. Miss Hayden is of

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medium height, slender, with soft, dark hair, and a pleas-
ant manner that is shy, without the least lack of confidence.
She is a graduate of the Four Years' Course of the Boston
Institute of Technology, where she was one of the most
brilliant and earnest pupils. She is of Spanish parentage,
and inherits the soft, dark eyes of the Latin race; though,
perhaps, it is her long residence in Boston that has made
her so quiet and reserved. She is always willing to talk of
her work, but says that she has been obliged to devote so
much time to study that she has been unable to acquire
the arts that make society attractive. She won the highest
praise from the architects with whom she was associated in
making the working drawings of the Woman's Building.
Mr. Burnham expressed himself as very much pleased with
her and said that she had great adaptability, and could
readily seize a new idea, while it was generally known
about the Construction Department that no one could
change, by any amount of persuasion, one of her plans
when she was convinced of its beauty or originality. She
was always quiet but generally carried her point.
The building that she has planned is two hundred by
four hundred feet, and in the severe but elegant style
of the Italian renaissance. It went up with marvel-
ous rapidity, and was finished far in advance of any
other structure on the grounds. The frame-work is
covered with staff, a kind of composition, which hard-
ens to almost the consistency of granite, and which
readily receives any beautiful tint. It has been colored
a rich old ivory, to harmonize with the prevailing
tone of the surrounding structures. A series of open
colonnades, supporting balconies, surrounds the building,
and from the stone-carved balustrades depend trailing

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vines from baskets of flowers placed
S .' at short intervals. Above the second
S. story, great stone caryatides support
. .iI the roof garden.
S HE ,--ly models for these figures were designed
!li molded by Miss Enid Yandell, of Louisville,
IKenrtuicky, who at the early age of twenty-two has
mniu.:l reputation as a sculptor. This roof garden
is .:r,,o of the most charming places imaginable,
l.* r it us high, arching palms, and the various ferns
and flora that have been contributed through mem-
bers of the Board of Lady Managers all over the coun-
try. The pediment over the wide entrance and the
beautiful groups on the cornices of the building are the
work of Miss Alice Rideout, of San Francisco, who re-
ceived the prize in the competition. She is a very attrac-
tive young girl, only nineteen years of age, with blonde
hair and a sweet, open face.
Of the interior of the building I shall say but little, as
it is too large a subject, but its high-arched, central hall,
called the Gallery of Honor, with its beautiful works of
art, all executed by women; its library, its model hos-
pital and sanitary kitchen will all combine to make it a
source of comfort to every woman visiting the Exposition,
as it will undoubtedly be a pride and joy to the mem-
bers of the Board that created it.
It has been suggested that the Sunday-school children
all over the country donate banners to the Woman's Build-
ing. These could bear the name of the class, and be of all
shapes and colors; and it would be delightful to name a
day which should be called Children's Day, when all the
little folks could come in a procession and plant their ban-

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ners around the balcony in the Gallery of Honor, where
they would float as proudly as those of the Knights of the
Bath in Westminister Abbey, or the signals of Napoleon's
triumphs in the H6tel des Invalides, at Paris.
Many offers have already been made for the decoration
of the Woman's Building, Mrs. Houghton, of Washington,

being the pioneer in this
direction, by the pre-
sentation of a beautiful
pair of marble columns
from the women of her
State. Since then the
various members have
offered the products of
their States and Terri-
tories in the form of
carved light wood panels
for the drawing-rooms,
balustrades for the
grand staircases, ham-
mered brass, slabs of
onyx and black marble,
tapestries and hangings,
granite steps, and last,
but not least, the famous
nail of copper, silver and




gold from Montana, which is to complete the building, and
to be driven by the President of the Board. Nebraska has
volunteered to send the hammer to drive the nail. Idaho,
the block into which it is to be driven, and Colorado, the
jewel-case which is to contain it, and which is to be an
act copy in miniature of the mineral palace of Pueblo.

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Fretwork reading-desks, rich windows of stained glass,
Navajo blankets for portieres, petrified wood panels, cactus-
wood screens, and numberless other articles have been
offered from various sources.
Florida has promised a standard for electricity, to be
made of polished pink marble. It is to represent a palmetto
tree, with the
S lights shining
Sr. through the
tufted leaves
that crown the
smooth trunk,
and was de-
Ssigned by a
Young girl of
K A wrought-
iron drinking-
fountain has
b been offered
by Northern
Michigan, and
the women of
o e Buena Vista,
CHILDREN S DAY. also volun-
teered to fur-
nish one for the roof-garden. The design for this
fountain is very unique and represents a beautiful peak
overlooking the smiling valley of Buena Vista. Down the
slope of the hill a bear is seen approaching a spring where
a flood of crystal water gushes forth into a pool and forms

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the basin of the fountain. The figures of this remarkable
design are to be carved from solid red sandstone. The
women of Denver have planned to place a beautiful pavil-
ion in the Woman's Building, which shall display women
cutting, polishing and setting gems, and will give the
public a glimpse of an entirely new industry.
One member has suggested, that she may send an exact
copy of the beautiful piece of needle-work on which Mary
Queen of Scots was engaged at the time of her execution,
the needle sticking just as it was left by the ill-fated
queen, and many other historic relics have been promised.
The women of California were the first to ask to furnish
an entire room in the Woman's Building, and their plans
have already assumed definite shape. The floor and ceiling
of this large apartment are to be of laurel, inlaid with
the various woods from California, while the walls are all
solid redwood, relieved by occasional panels of canvas
painted by the best women artists in the State. The subject
for the mural decorations will be the cactus, which will be
used in every possible way. Wreaths of this blossom, as
delicate and varied as the orchid, are to be ground in the
natural colors into the opalescent glass of the windows.
All the hangings and draperies will be in the cactus color-
ings, the groundwork being the dull, gray green of the
foliage, which contrasts beautifully with the shaded tints
of the blossoms. Great vases of this plant, in full bloom,
will be scattered throughout the room. The women of
New York will probably decorate and furnish the library,
and this will be done under the supervision of Mrs. Candace
Wheeler, whose beautiful tapestries and art fabrics are so
well known. The women of West Virginia have also under-
taken to furnish and decorate a room, and the women of
Kansas City have made the same offer.

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The women of Cincinnati will furnish and decorate two
rooms, and when one remembers the artistic reputation
that city bears, with its beautiful glazed Rookwood pot-
tery, its noted wood carvings, its terra cottas and its paint-
ings, wonderful results are expected.
The exhibit in the Woman's Building is not supposed to
be of a general character, for it must not be forgotten that
the work that women have done is scattered through all
the buildings according to the classification, being entered
in the various competitions with that of men. The exhibit
in the Woman's Building is simply an object lesson of the
very finest work done by the women of all countries, and
designed to show the progress they have made since liberty
and education have been granted them. Hundreds of
applications have been received for space in the Woman's
Building. Queen Margherita, of Italy, has offered her
priceless collection of laces, and there will also be a dis-
play from Russia, Austria, Ireland, and even far-away
Africa, of exquisite embroideries and laces.
Lady Aberdeen has asked for space, and wishes to dis-
play the wax figures of a bride and all her maids clothed
in exquisite Irish point lace. A complete household equip-
ment of Irish linen will also be shown. Messrs. Marshall
Field & Co. have already bought the bride's dress and will
exhibit it after the Exposition has closed. Hayward's, the
best known lace-house in London, has asked to show a
historical collection of rare old laces, and the Princess
Narischkine desires to send from Russia an exhibit of the
laces and the silver embroidered costumes made by the
peasants on her vast estate. But it is quite impossible to
enumerate the many interesting objects that have been
offered in various lines.

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The Board of Lady Managers wished to emphasize par-
ticularly the progress of women in a business and profes-
sional way, and in this connection will show the finest work
they have done in the various lines, such as illustrating,
wood-engraving, painting, sculpture, wood-carving, design-
ing for wall paper, carpets, fabrics, etc., as well as a
complete showing of journalistic and literary work.
The Board also intends to make a fine archaeological ex-
hibit which will show woman as the inventor, of the indus-
trial arts and the first maker of the home. The officers in
charge of the Smithsonian Institute at Washington have
kindly volunteered to lend to the Woman's Building such
objects as may be desired, and this valuable collection will
be supplemented by others taken from museums and pri-
vate collections both in this country and Europe. The re-
cent discoveries in New Mexico and Arizona will be rep-
resented in this display, and considerable space will be
given to the valuable collection recently made by Mrs.
French-Sheldon, who followed Stanley's footsteps far into
the interior of Africa. Mrs. French-Sheldon proposes to
exhibit not only her curios, but the caravan in which she
traveled. It may be remembered that she was the first
woman to penetrate the interior of Africa, and that she
always received the chiefs in a white silk ball gown with
long train instead of rough traveling costume, and they
bowed down to her like a queen and yielded up their
choicest treasures; while the women and children, instead
of running away in fright, came for miles to touch her hand.
Many applications have been received from prominent
associations of women physicians and dentists, as well as
numerous organizations of all kinds. The library will con-
tain the best books written by the women of all countries;

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and, if possible, the manuscripts of famous books with the
original illustrations will be displayed. Authentic pictures
of women renowned in history and literature will be fur-
nished by the foreign committees to adorn this room.
The plans of the Board of Lady Managers have so
widened since the first meeting at Kinsley's and so many
new vistas have opened, that it is impossible here to de-
scribe the work in detail or predict where it will end. The
Dormitory Association has planned to establish four dor-
mitories which will take care of five thousand industrial
women each night at a maximum cost to the individual of
forty cents. This work is under the immediate supervision
of Mrs. Matilda B. Carse, who superintended the great W.
C. T. U. Temple at Chicago, and who is a member of the
Board. The secretary is Mrs. Helen M. Barker, who has
also undertaken the preparation of an encyclopaedia of
women's organizations which shall represent every branch
of organized work in which women have engaged.
A delightful plan has been projected for a Children's
Palace, which is to provide a safe place where chil-
dren can be left while their mothers visit the various
departments of the Exposition. The building, which
is to be a dainty and beautiful blue and white struct-
ure, will contain everything which can conduce to the com-
fort and pleasure of childhood, including lecture-rooms and
kindergartens for the older children, nurseries with sanitary
food and trained attendants for the babies, and toys for all.
The flat roof, with its high stone balustrade, covered at a
height of fifteen feet, with a strong wire netting, will form an
ideal play-ground. Within this charming enclosure, which
will be bordered by vines and flowers, birds and butterflies
will flit among the children at will, the wire covering ren-

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during cages unnecessary. An awning will protect from
sun and rain. Mrs. George L. Dunlap is chairman of the
committee in charge of this work, and has been doing val-
iant service in raising the necessary funds, for the Chil-
dren's Building and the Dormitory have both been paid for
outside of the appropriation given to the Board.
Any child or club of children sending one dollar to the
Children's Home will receive a printed certificate of ac-
knowledgment, bearing the official seal of the Board of
Lady Managers.
All these buildings will be monuments to the progress
women have made during the nineteenth century, but I feel
that the greatest object accomplished by the Board of
Lady Managers will be the showing of the work done by
the industrial women in this and all other countries. The
object lesson it will teach to the nations of the world cannot
soon be forgotten, and perhaps these long silent sisters will
at last have an opportunity for the pay and the freedom
that should be accorded them as equal laborers in the
world's great workshop.



~ T HE morning was
bright and sunny.
Gene had been to
church and had walked
te on the Lake-Shore
Drive afterward with
-' Mr. Middleton, who
came in with her when
Si they reached the flat.
She had brought home
the little printed circu-
lar containing the morning's hymns, and on entering sat down
at the piano, without removing her wraps, and commenced,
softly, to play them over. Mr. Middleton stood looking down
at her-we all think he is very fond of Gene-and how was
it that the music drifted to the nightingale's song, and that
Gene, who is always so good, forgot that it was Sunday and
commenced to sing, in her sweet voice, "Ah, no, I cannot
forget you ?" Suddenly, she became conscious of a for-
eign presence in the room, and turned her head, when, to
her surprise, her glance fell upon a stranger. It was rather
an embarrassing moment, and as she rose with a flush on
her face, the stranger stepped toward them and said, in-
quiringly, Mr. Perkins ? .Gene answered at once, I
fear you have made a mistake, which is a very common thing



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with so many apartments in one building. Mr. Perkins
does not live here." Oh no," the young man answered,
with perfect self-possession, "I am Mr. Perkins, and I have
come to see Miss Wendell." "Oh, I beg your pardon,"
cried Gene, blushing. She is not in the city. She went
to spend Sunday in Evanston." "I know it," replied the

young man, "but I have an appointment to meet her at a
quarter after one, as I am going with her to dinner at her
cousin, Mrs. Dickey's." It was then almost the moment
mentioned, so he sat down to wait, while Marjorie came in
from Sunday School and joined them.
Mr. Perkins proved to be a very amusing and interesting
young man, with light, curly hair, a frank, open face, and a
manner that was at once deferential and yet showed a de-
sire to please. He told them that he had lived in Wash-


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ington, and gave them many stories of Western life, so
that the time slipped by with great rapidity, and Katie had
announced the two-o'clock dinner, before anyone noticed
that the Duke had not arrived. "Won't you come to
dinner with us ?" asked Virginia. "There is surely some
mistake, and as you are a stranger in Chicago it would
be very awkward for you to dine alone, down town, at a
hotel. He hesitated a moment, and then said: I won-
der if you would ever forgive me if I did do such an un-
conventional thing? The truth is that I should like im-
mensely to stay." And so the matter was settled without
more ado.
They were at dinner when a ring came at the door, and
Katie said that someone wished to speak to Miss Fairfax.
Gene left the room and returned in a moment, dimpling
with laughter, to say that it was a young man whom
she had never before met, who asked for her, as he was so
much surprised to find that Miss Wendell was not in, as he
had an engagement to go to dinner with her at her cousin,
Mrs. Dickey's. Mr. Perkins was very much amused and
the dinner progressed with great jollity, as he and Mr.
Middleton, who found that they belonged to the same Col-
lege fraternity, vied with each other in telling stories and
The dessert was on the table, when Katie was called
away by another ring at the door, and returned in a
few moments with her good Irish face settled into a grin
that stretched from ear to ear, as she said that it was some
young gentleman who wouldn't leave his name, but who
seemed very much surprised to learn that Miss Wendell was
not in, as he had an engagement to go with her to dinner
at her cousin, Mrs. Dickey's.

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At this we all shouted, until the old maid who always
sits in the bathroom in the top flat, to tell the gossip that
she hears floating up through the shaft, must have had
something to repay her for her long vigil.
It was seven o'clock at night when the Duke came in, a
disconsolate wretch-for the face of that little hypocrite,
which is the merriest in the world when she laughs, can be
drawn down to such an expression of melancholy that the
hardest-hearted person in the world could not help for-
giving her sins. I never could remember just what explan-
ation she made, but as it was perfectly satisfactory to Mrs.
Dickey and to the young men, including Mr. Perkins, who
soon called again, it does not make much difference.



MUST write down my horrible experience of Friday
night, now that I am able to sit up and think coherently.
It was very late when Marjorie and I started home
SThe car was crowded, as usual at that time in the
evening, there being more men than women. We sandwiched
ourselves into a small space, given us by a polite man, and
I clutched my pocket in which-foolish girl that I was-I
had three hundred dollars. This money had been received
that day from the sale of some land, which had been for a
long time in the family, and I had cashed the check in the
afternoon, thinking I would pay a few bills on my way
down town in the morning. I whispered to Marjorie to
pay our fare, as I didn't care to take out my purse. Oh,
did you get the money, Virginia ?" "Yes," I assented, un-
der my breath. "What a lucky girl! You will surely
have to treat the flat." "Be careful, Marjorie!" and as I
cautioned her to speak more softly, I caught the expression
of a man's face just across from us. He was a coarse-
looking man and wore a slouch hat pulled down over his
face. He gave Marjorie a quick, piercing look, and I saw
an ugly, red-looking scar over his left eye, while his thick
lips were only half-hidden under his black whiskers. Al-
together he was what a man out West would call an "ugly
customer." He paid no further attention to us, and in talk-
ing of other things I had forgotten him entirely until we
got out of the car at Chicago avenue, when, to our dismay,

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he got off too, and sauntered along leisurely behind
us with his hat very far down over his eyes. We ran all
the way down the block, and I was glad, indeed, to get into
the house.
I felt a little uncomfortable even after reaching
the warmth and light of our own little flat. and some-

thing impelled me to go to the window. I pulled back the
curtain and looked out, and there, under the lamp on the
opposite side of the street, stood the man looking up at me!
My feelings were anything but agreeable after that, but
the other girls reassured me-telling of the night-watchman,
of how many men there were in the same building to be
summoned at a moment's notice, etc., etc. Somewhat paci-
fied I went in to dinner, and afterwards we spent a merry
evening with a number of friends, and I forgot all about

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the man. Before I retired I took the money and pinned it
into the crown of an old hat, underneath the lining, and
hung the hat up in the closet, as that was always my own
private safe-deposit vault.
Dismissing all thoughts of fear I opened the window
for some fresh air and retired. I can't tell how long I
had slept when I was suddenly awakened by a strange
noise, and all my faculties became keenly alive.
Through the folding-doors I saw the moonlight streaming
in at the parlor windows, and the curtain swaying gently
backward and forward. Was that tall, black thing outlined
on the curtain the piano lamp? I strained my eyes to
see, not daring to move. As I gazed, the black object
moved across the room, and a silent match flashed a light
upon the face of the wretched man whom we had seen
on the car. Yes, there was no use in trying to disbelieve
it; there was the slouch hat, the scar and the ugly, thick
lips. In the instant that the match flashed I saw that he
had a second man with him. They had climbed up to the
balcony and come in by the window that I had left open.
I knew that the Duke kept both the doors to her room
closed and locked, and I wished with all my heart for
the much despised pistol. Marjorie slept in the room
at the end of the hall, out of hearing, and I was alone
with those two horrible robbers who knew that I had three
hundred dollars in my possession! All these things flashed
through my mind; I grew rigid with fear. I opened my
mouth and tried to call the Duke, for I knew that she was
the nearest, but I could not make a sound. By this time the
leader of the two men had lit a bull's-eye lantern, and as
he flashed the light around the parlor, he caught sight of
my bed in the back room. Here, Bill, don't make a noise.

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This is the one that had the cash," and threw the light full
on my face, which must have been as pale as death. It
took all my strength of mind not to move an eyelid, and
the second the light rested on me seemed an eternity.
They finally turned their attention to the bureau, and be-
gan picking up the few articles of jewelry that I had left
there. The next thing they did was to rummage in the
bureau drawers, and as their backs were turned to me I felt
this was the critical moment, and now or never I must act.
Not far from the head of my bed was a large closet which
opened into Marjorie's room. The door leading into her
room from the closet was closed, I knew, but the one lead-
ing into my room had been removed and a portiere hung
over the opening. If I could get into the closet without
their seeing me, I could open the door and rush into Marjo-
rie'sroom, and there, at least, we two could fight together. I
climbed out of bed expecting every moment to see them
turn, as they were muttering to themselves over not finding
the money. How I managed it without making some
slight noise I never knew ; but there I was on the floor, at
last, creeping along by the wall to the curtain. How far it
seemed!-and how cold I was with fear! But I knew my one
chance of escape was to get into that other room. With a
noiseless wave of the curtain I found myself in the closet,
and sent up a prayer of thankfulness. I could hear the
men opening the boxes in my bureau, and their comments
on the things they wished to take. I straightened myself
up, took one long stride to the closet door-I turned the
handle, it creaked audibly; it seemed to stick-great heav-
ens, it was locked There was a commotion in the next
room; the lantern was flashed on my bed. "She's got out
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back the curtain, the lantern flashed on me, I saw the man
with the scar point his pistol at me and then I knew no
more, for I fell head first against the door.
The next I knew I found myself on the bed with the two
girls hanging over me, Marjorie with a pale face and the
cologne bottle, while the Duke, with a determined look, was
clutching her pistol with her right hand. Marjorie said
she was awakened by a piercing shriek which I suppose I
uttered, and a heavy fall against her closet door. When she
opened the door I was lying there unconscious, and the
figure of a man was just disappearing out of the front
parlor window.



T was a lovely morning; the sun touched the wind-
ruffled waters of the lake into myriads of flashing dia-
monds. The air was warm and odorous, and the rose
Geraniums in the window-boxes were spicy and fresh
with the morning dew. The few passers-by walked
slowly along the streets talking quietly to each other,
filled with reverence for the Sabbath stillness. The
mellow bells chimed the hour of nine in the great tower of
the Cathedral on the corner, but in the little flat on Cass
street all was still. Virginia was the first to wake. "Come,
you lazy girls," she called, "it is after nine o'clock and
Katie says that breakfast is nearly dried up with waiting."
Slowly came the sounds of life from the different rooms,
and soon three girls, with cheeks all pink from recent sleep,
sat about the little round table in the dining-room.
"What are you going to do to-day?" asked Marjorie.

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" I'm going to church, of course," said Virginia, with a sweet
look of dignity, "and you, Duke?" The great black
eyes were full of mischief as she answered, "I am going to
take a Turkish bath, and I want you girls to go with me.
Now don't look so shocked Gene, for I am really serious
about it. I'm going to listen to a sermon on the text,
'Cleanliness is next to Godliness,' and I want you to come
too. It is ridiculous for girls who have to work all the week
to try and keep up with their duties every single Sunday.
We always go to church, why shouldn't we miss just one
morning?" But it doesn't seem respectable, does it,"
asked Marjorie, already half won over. "No, it don't seem
so; that is just the point, but it really is. There won't be a
soul down there, probably, and I really think it is a heap
better than staying home all day in a wrapper and reading
novels the way so many good church members do."
Here a ring at the door interrupted them, and Katie in
her clean Sunday cap entered and smilingly announced Mr.
Middleton. "Ask him in here, Katie," cried Marjorie,
while Gene's cheeks took on a deeper touch of pink, though
she made no comment. In came Mr. Middleton with three
great bunches of flowers; sweet peas for the Duke, violets
for Marjorie, and a bunch of purple pansies for Gene.
"Won't you have some breakfast ?" asked the Duke. No,
thank you. I would like to, but I can't stay. We have
some relatives here from the East who are just returning
from a trip to Alaska, and I have promised father to take
them to church."
After he left the talk drifted to other subjects, and little
more was said about the bath, but a half hour later when
the Duke came into Marjorie's room to borrow a black pin,
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within her own. "What in the world are you doing," cried
the Duke. Virginia said she wasn't going with us." Oh,
but she will, I am sure, and I am taking her coat, as she
has a little cold. We will need our wraps even if it is such
a warm day."
The girls walked down Cass street towards the city,
when Marjorie happened to notice something in Virginia's
hand. What have you got in that little package, Gene ?"
she asked curiously. Virginia made no answer and looked
a little confused, but did not resist when the Duke took it
from her hand, and opening one end looked in. A comb
and a curling-iron met her astonished gaze, and as she
showed it to Marjorie, they both exclaimed with disgust,
"Why, you meant to go all the time."

I must write you my usual Sunday letter, but I am really
ashamed to tell you what we have been doing to-day. In
the first place it was all that mad-cap Duke. You know
how fond we are of her, and how persuasive she is. Well,
she took it into her head to take a Turkish bath this morn-
ing, and nothing would satisfy her but to have us go with
her. It is always easy enough for me to yield, but we finally
persuaded Gene too.
State street is not a pretty or picturesque thoroughfare,
as you know, neither is it awe-inspiring; but I give you my
word I felt really ashamed of the cobble-stones and the
closed windows as we walked by this morning; especially
as we passed Central Music Hall where the late-comers
were loitering into church. When we reached the Palmer
House I think we were all willing and ready to turn back,

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but of course no one would acknowledge it. The Duke
walked boldly up and tried the door of the regular entrance
in Madame Louise's millinery store, but found it locked, and
we pretended to be glancing at the hats inside while she
spoke to the colored porter at the carriage entrance, asking
him if the Turkish bath was open. He was a solemn-faced

negro, with black excrescences on his face and neck, like
the fungus on a tree, and when she asked him that ques-
tion, he rolled up his eyes until you could see nothing but
the whites, then brought them to a cross-eyed focus on
the Duke's nose, while he said solemnly, in guttural tones:
"No mam, they ain't no Turkish bath open on Sunday,
leastwise none that I eber herd tell on," then raising his
hands to heaven, big white cotton gloves and all, "Six days

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shalt thou labaw, an do all thou hez to do, for in six days
the Lawd made heben, and earth, the sea and all that are
in dem, and rested on the seventh and hollowed, therefore,
chillun ye must do no manner of work, ye, nor your neigh-
baw, nor your ox, nor anything that is yourne." The Duke
laughed for two blocks, but I honestly think that we all
felt guilty at the old darkey's lecture.
We discussed what we should do
next, and the Duke was for telephon- .1
ing the Grand Pacific to see if we
could get in there, but we had no
place from which to send a message
except a drug store, and none of us
liked to ask that question in public. ,.
As we walked back on State street .
we found that it was growing very
warm, especially as we had to carry '.
our wraps, which were unnecessary '
in the bright sunshine, and as we ,
passed Central Music Hall, Gene ,,
said timidly: "I wonder if it is too
late to hear the sermon ?" We could
hear the big organ pealing forth
within, and that decided the Duke,
who is passionately fond of music. As for me, I did not
need to consider, for you know how much I love to hear
Professor Swing's lectures.
So we went in, intending to sit quietly on the red velvet
sofa by the stairs in the back of the church, and not try to
find a seat. You remember the sofa, I know-the refuge in
thought of all the people who come in late. In thought, I
say, for one generally enters to find it occupied. So it was


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with us, and as we stood there a moment undecided, a
gentleman with gray hair, and a beautiful, benevolent face,
came up and asked us to follow him, saying he had three
seats for us. At first I tried to protest, as I was in advance;
but not wishing to refuse at such a moment, we followed,
to be shown into one of the most conspicuous places in the
house-Mrs. Medill's box. After the rustle of our entrance
we were glad to subside, and presently forgot our discom-
fort in the opening words of that wonderful sermon. I do
not need to tell you what a feast it was, for you have heard
Prof. Swing; but that awkward, and to a stranger, homely
man, seems to me to be almost inspired. All that he says
appeals to the reason, the
S; imagination and the
heart. His allusions show
Pt, he learning of a scholar,
and yet he is never pe-
dantic. His standpoint is
that of a philosopher, and

of us of lesser stature,
Swho go about blinded by
the glamour or the follies
H i of our century. Gifted
with magnetic power that
chains, from the moment
She speaks, the entire at-
tention of his hearers, he
tells us, as simply as a
child, the difference between right and wrong. His creed
is to raise the fallen, to help the suffering, and to teach to
all men the gentleness and charity that broaden the age.

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But I always enthuse on this subject. Gene, as you
know, is a stranger here, and had never heard him preach;
and once, when I happened to glance at her, I saw that she
was intensely interested in every word that he said. Her
eyes gleamed in excitement-you remember their strange
lapis-lazuli tint-and a ray of sunlight gilded the little
tendrils of hair about her neck and temples. I saw several
people looking at her, and I do not wonder; for she is a
most charming creature when that perfect calm is stirred
to animation. She told me afterward that she felt as if
the iron had entered her soul when she thought of the in-
iquity she had planned earlier in the morning. I must con-
fess that I was not afflicted with remorse, for I am not so
good as Gene by nature; but I could understand her feel-
ings, for after one of those soul-touching sermons, the
stereotyped words of the average preacher seem as flavor-
less as Dead Sea apples.
The iron didn't enter the Duke's soul just then, but it
did a few minutes later; for she was carrying Gene's little
bundle, and so far forgot herself as to rise abruptly for the
benediction, thereby dropping her burden. The paper
broke, of course, and in the solemn stillness the little curl-
ing-iron hied itself merrily down several steps with a loud
clinkety-clank, and stopped with its handle
tenderly embracing the foot of the benev-
olent gentleman to whose courtesy we were
indebted for seats. He glared at it with
a look of horror, and I really believe that
he did not know what it was, or where it
came from, though if he had taken the
trouble to turn, I am sure he could not
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carnadined the face under a certain jonquil-trimmed hat.
At any rate several other people looked back, among them
three ladies, with solemn surprise on their faces, and a
young man whose brown eyes opened to their widest in a
merry laugh on seeing us. Need I say that it was Mr.
How much time I have taken in telling you about our
morning's adventures But it always seems as if I could

really talk to you when I commence to write, and I never
know when to stop. Do you still sail every day in the
"Trinket," as we did last summer ? Since my trip abroad this
year I am more than ever impressed with the loveliness of
our own "North Countree." Mullet Lake, in its way, is just
as beautiful as Lake Como; the same dreamy blue atmos-
phere, the same wonderfully-reflected sunsets; only Topin-
abee has a beauty of its own, a wildness and magnificence
of forest growth that we do not appreciate in the least, but
which would be enthusiastically admired by the foreigners

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could they see it. How I wish I could be there for just one
week! I can see you now as you started out in the morning,
dressed in your corduroys and with bag and gun over your
shoulder. Would you still be glad, I wonder, to take a
companion who frightened away the game by talking and
laughing? And would you still lay down your gun to
pluck a cluster of the sweet white violets if we happened to
find them ?
Most sincerely,



' HE unveiling of the Grant monument in Lincoln
Park marked an epoch in the history of the flat
as well as in that of Chicago, for we had a holi-
Sday, and moreover had received an invitation to
go to Mrs. Palmer's in the afternoon to watch
the procession from her balcony, and we were
all in a consequent high state of satisfaction.
We had finished our early luncheon and commenced to
dress, when a great noise of opening and shutting of drawers
was heard in the Duke's room, and presently that young
woman stalked forth calling in stentorian tones, "Who has
seen my red gown?" Eliciting no reply she tried each
room and closet but without success. Now the red gown
was one of the ornaments of the flat, for it was a real, genu-
ine, expensive, tailor-made garment of a rich shade of
crimson, with a white vest heavily braided in silver. It
also had a coat to match, with large buttons and high, roll-
ing collar. And then there was a beautiful French hat,
wide-brimmed, lined with crimson velvet and surmounted
by masses of plumes.
Now the Duke does not usually affect Paris millinery,
for she cares not a whit for dress, and is generally to be
found in skirt and coat and soft felt hat, but in this attire
she was always irresistible; the wide hat with its plumes

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surmounting her black coils, giving, as Marjorie said, a
Lord Fauntleroy effect, so we felt naturally anxious. We
joined in the search, and calling Katie ransacked the en-
tire flat, but to no avail. The missing garment could not
be produced.
We had wasted a half-hour, and had quite given up the
search when the Duke marched back to her room in disgust.
As she brushed by a table, her dress caught in the clay
model of a group which she had recently made, and I
noticed a grim smile of satisfaction on her face as the head
of old Father Abraham (who had been her special pride)
flew far across the room. Marjorie rushed to pick him up,
but the Duke, never uttering a word, crossed to her ward-
robe and pulled out, with the air of a martyr, her old blue
It was growing late, so we hastened to our rooms once
more, when a familiar rap came at the door and we heard
Mrs. Brown's voice, saying: "What, Miss Wendell, you
home at this time of day? Now I am caught, for I just
slipped in this morning and borrowed your tailor-made
gown to copy for Ariadne, and I never meant that you
should know I had it until you saw that dear child looking
like your counterpart, for I borrowed your hat and coat
last week and copied them exactly."
I do not think it would be wise to mention in polite
society the remarks we heard in the Duke's room after
Mrs. Brown had departed.
In a few minutes we were ready and hurrying with
throngs of other people up the Lake-Shore Drive. The
houses were gay with flags and bunting, and popcorn and
peanut stands lined the street, so the scene was an ani-
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drive which brought us in view of Mrs. Palmer's house, we
all uttered an exclamation of delight, for the irregular roof
line, with its battlemented turrets, outlined against the
blue sky, gave the appearance of an old feudal castle. A
great silken flag shook out its folds in the breeze that came
from the lake, and over the porte-cochire a gaily striped
awning had been placed, making a pavilion from which
the procession could be watched. As we entered the large

double glass door, Mrs Palmer came toward us, welcoming
her guests in the high, vaulted hall. Marjorie and I saw
friends in the library and went to meet them, leaving the
Duke alone for a moment. What followed can best be told
in her own language, as she related the incident to us that
night at the dinner-table.
"I was crossing the hall when Mrs. Palmer, taking my
hand, said: 'I want to introduce you to Mrs. Grant,' and as

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she turned toward us, 'let me present to you Miss Wendell,
the young sculptor; she is at work on the Woman's Build-
ing and we are very proud of her and think we have con-
ferred on her an honor.' 'A sculptor! You cut marble?'
I assented. 'I met one before,' she said, describing
Vinnie Ream. 'She was a great deal about the General,
but I don't approve of women sculptors as a rule.' Just
then we were separated and I departed for the balcony to
see the parade. A few minutes later, as I pushed back the
black satin curtain, with its heavy gold dragons, and
entered the Japanese room, I saw Mrs. Grant for an in-
stant alone, during which I seated myself on the window
ledge and took up the cudgels on behalf of working women.
'So you do not approve of me, Mrs. Grant?' 'I don't
disapprove of you, Miss Wendell,' she replied gently, 'but
I think every woman is better off at home taking care of
husband and children. The battle with the world hardens
a woman and makes her unwomanly.' 'And if one has no
husband?' I asked. 'Get one,' she answered laconically.
'But if every woman were to choose a husband the men
would not go round; there are more women than men in
the world.' 'Then let them take care of brothers and
fathers,' she returned. 'I don't approve of these women
who play on the piano and let the children roll about on the
floor, or who paint and write and embroider in a soiled
gown and are all cross and tired when the men come home
and don't attend to the house or table. Can you make any
better housewife for your cutting marble?' 'Yes,' I an-
swered, 'I am developing muscle to beat biscuit when I
keep house.'
"'But, Mrs. Grant, are there no circumstances under
which a woman may go to work?' 'I may be old-fash-

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ioned; I don't like this modern movement,' she said, but
I don't think so; and yet, there are certain sorts of work
a woman may well do; teaching, being governess, or any
taking care of children.' 'But,' I replied, 'suppose a
case: A young brother and two strong sisters; the young
man makes a good salary but can't get ahead because all
his earnings are consumed in taking care of the girls.
Hadn't they better go to work and give him a chance to
get ahead and have a house of his own, they being as able
to work as he? Are they being unwomanly in so doing?
Or, the case of the father with a large family of girls and a
small income-are they less gentlewomen for helping earn
a living, lessening the providing of food for care of so
many mouths by adding to the family funds ?'
"For a moment Mrs. Grant thought, and then, looking
far over my head, across the shining summer sea, answered:
'You may be right; in that case,' slowly, 'they ought to
go into the world.' "
After the Duke had finished talking with Mrs. Grant we
all went out on the balcony to watch the great procession
as it passed.
The throng was wonderful and I heard a gentleman say
that he had seen the crowds on Derby Day, and had been
a part of the vast concourse of people who witnessed the
Wimbledon Review in London, but never in all his life had
he seen as many people gathered together at any one time.
From the porte-cochere where Mrs. Grant-reviewed the pro-
cession, the scene was superb. I have never beheld such
a mass of people. They surged over to the sea-wall on
the shore of the lake, and were packed in like sardines up
to the very doors of the house, even trampling upon the
flower-beds, as the police were powerless to resist them.

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Mrs. Grant is a very warm-hearted and kindly woman, and
spoke with feeling of the wonderful demonstration in honor
of our hero. It was very interesting to meet so many peo-
ple who have achieved prominence. General Miles, the
great Indian fighter, and his interesting wife ; Mrs. Strong,
widow of the late Gen. Strong; Judge Gresham, Gen.
Chetlain, young Mr. Logan, the son of Gen. Logan,
besides many members of the Board of Lady Managers.
The ladies all carried flowers, and waved to the orderly
ranks of troops who marched by the house with uplifted
hats in honor of the distinguished widow.
The bright uniforms, gay flags and stirring music were
most inspiring. As the fourth division of the procession
passed the house, Mrs. Grant and her son and Mr. and Mrs.
Palmer took their places in the procession, and in carriages
just back of them came Mrs. Palmer's guests. The ride
to the grand stand was one that cannot easily be forgotten.
The princely homes upon the Lake-Shore Drive were
draped in flags, and for miles the streets were one dense
mass of humanity. The trees upon each side of the drive
were decorated with small boys, who hung on to the
branches like monkeys.
As Mrs. Grant alighted from her carriage every hat was
raised, and the eager faces of many scarred veterans gazed
wistfully at the beloved wife of the soldier whose memory
they were honoring. All down the broad avenue, spreading
over the beautiful esplanade on to the wide beach beyond,
and standing around the base of the monument were
members of the Grand Army, and it is estimated that fully
500,000 people witnessed the ceremony. As far as the
eye could reach the drive was thronged, and as the differ-
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his position upon the stone steps that formed the base of
the monument.
The sun shone upon the hundreds of fluttering flags
and gleaming bayonets, while slowly, very slowly, the flag
parted and the majestic bronze figure of General Grant was

revealed to the thousands of eager spectators. In the hush
that fell upon the multitude, I glanced at the wife, who
was gazing upward with streaming eyes at the cold, still
figure. It was not the hero, or the soldier, that she strained
her eyes to see; but outlined against the sky was the face of
the man she had loved. And it is little wonder that the
hats of the veterans were solemnly raised, and there were
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The unveiling was followed by a great uproar, as the
Navy and the Army vied with each other in a deafening
We did not wait for the speech' but returned to the
house, and spent an hour wandering about the various
rboms, which the Duke had never before seen.
The interior of this stately home exceeds in grandeur

any expectations that could be formed of it. We
wandered through the library, the ceiling of which is
beautifully painted by a famous artist with scenes and
characters from many well-known books. At one corner
Juliet leaned coquettishly from her balcony, while oppo-
site her Faust and Marguerite strolled about their garden
The carved woodwork over the mantel, which was almost

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