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diff --git a/33070.txt b/33070.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..09dabe1 --- /dev/null +++ b/33070.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3872 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, July 16, 1895, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Round Table, July 16, 1895 + +Author: Various + +Release Date: July 3, 2010 [EBook #33070] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JULY 16, 1895 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE] + +Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved. + + * * * * * + +PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK. TUESDAY, JULY 16, 1895. FIVE CENTS A COPY. + +VOL. XVI.--NO. 820. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + +HOW JACK LOCKETT WON HIS SPURS. + +BY G. T. FERRIS. + +A STORY OF THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR FOUNDED ON FACT. + + +The chips flew merrily under Jack Lockett's axe to the tune of his +whistling, for he was chopping the night's supply of firewood, and the +dark was shutting down apace on the cold January day. He had already +made the horse and the cows snug in the barn, and his young appetite was +sharp set for the supper which would be ready with the finish of his +chores. He looked out on the dreary waters of the bay with the gleam of +a dull twilight on them, and saw shining through the dusk a white sail +skimming shoreward. "Some belated fisherman. Br-r-r, how cold it must be +out there!" Jack said to himself, as he breathed on his frosted fingers +and smote the wood with still harder strokes. This stalwart lad of +fourteen, with his fearless blue eyes and tanned face, looked more than +his years, for he lived in parlous times, which ripened men early. His +father, Colonel Lockett, of the Connecticut line, was away with the army +in winter-quarters at Valley Forge, and his young son had to shoulder a +heavy burden. He could not yet carry a firelock in battle, perhaps, but +he could toil patiently for his mother and sisters, with many a sigh +that there was no beard to his chin, while his brave father faced cold +and hunger in camp or the lead and steel of the redcoats in the field. +When he had lugged in the last armful of fagots, and sat down at the +smoking supper table, the common thought found vent on his lips. + +"I feel as if I couldn't eat a thing, hungry as I am, mother, when I +remember dear old daddy at Valley Forge. They say that General +Washington himself has scant rations, and men die every day from +hunger. What'll be the end of it all?" + +"Perhaps the stories belie the truth" (there hadn't been a word from the +absent soldier for months), said the mother, trying to keep back the +tears. "But look--look, Jack, at the window!" with almost a shriek. +"That face! What is it?" + +The cold had begun to coat the glass with a crystal veil. Somebody stood +out there, and by melting the frost with the breath, now looked in on +them with shadowy features and gleaming eyes. Jack stared with open +mouth at the apparition. Then, with a wild whoop, and a spring which +almost upset the table, he yelled, "Why, don't you see it's daddy come +home?" and executed a war-dance of joy to the door. + +Colonel Lockett was almost eaten up by his wife and children before he +was permitted to retaliate on the savory dishes of the supper table. He +had been all day in an open boat on the water (the unsuspecting Jack had +had a glimpse of him), and without food since daybreak. + +"'Twas unsafe to cross the enemy's lines by land," he said, with a sigh +of delicious contentment, sitting before the great blazing crackling +hearth and looking into the loving faces of his young people and their +mother. "To get through even as far as Sandy Hook was a narrow shave of +capture. So, then, 'twas off uniform and on fisherman's suit, lent me by +a kind heart, who also gave me a cast in his dory to the Great South +Bay. Thence across Long Island to Glen Cove, and 'twas easy there to +find a sail-boat to fetch me home over the Sound." + +"And you didn't know of the British ship _Tartar_ lying off the place +here?" said Jack, with wonder and alarm. + +"Not till too late. And having thus ventured, 'twould have been a +coward's job to have gone back," answered the father, with a smile. + +"But," said Mrs. Lockett, with a face as white as the snow without, +"you're not in uniform. Should you be taken?" Even the youngest of the +children knew what that meant, and they shuddered with the vision of him +they loved standing with the fatal noose about his neck amidst the jeers +of a brutal soldiery. + +"Tut, tut, good wife," quoth the Colonel, gayly. "These be but soldiers' +risks, and, trust me, the hemp you fear is not yet spun. And now away +with grewsome thoughts. Tell me how you make matters here, for I've long +been without news." + +"Lackaday," said the wife, "'tis but a dull story. All the good-men +away, and none but lads and grandfathers to till the fields and care for +the women. The Cowboys and the Skinners[1] scour the country like +wolves. What the one leaves the other takes. We've suffered with our +neighbors, but bear it lightly, dear heart, for thought of you all in +the thick of the trouble." + +"No tongue can speak what the poor fellows endure," said the soldier. +"Uniforms in rags, without blankets to keep 'em warm at night, scarcely +one good meal a day, shoeless feet that drip blood a-walking post in the +snow. His Excellency had me to dinner the night before I left camp. One +tough smoked goose for eight, but 'twas washed down with the General's +choice Madeira. Tears came to his brave patient eyes as he talked. 'Oh, +for some brave heroic deed,' he said, 'some dashing stroke, something to +shoot a thrill of cheer through these downcast spirits! 'Twould be +better, methinks, than the coming of a great supply train.' Even his +iron soul sometimes falters. And now, Jack, about the _Tartar_. Does she +trouble the country overmuch? I made a long beat to 'scape the +look-out." + +The boy clinched his teeth. "'Tis a brazen jackanapes, that Captain +Askew. His boat parties do as much mischief as the Cowboys. There's +scarcely a ham left in the place from the Christmas killing. Only two +days since I met him swaggering on the beach, and he threatened to +impress me on the _Tartar_ for a powder-monkey. There was a scowl on his +red face. 'Look ye, you rebel spawn, they say your father calls himself +a Colonel under Mr. Washington. Some day I shall come and take ye aboard +to serve his Majesty, and introduce ye to his Majesty's faithful +servant, the cat.'" The boy stopped, and then started as if something +burned him. "Oh, daddy, think of what General Washington said! If we +could only--" + +The same thought leaped like an electric spark between them--brave +father and gallant boy. No need of words. Eye flashed it to eye. To +capture and destroy the _Tartar_--a small matter indeed in the sum of +the struggle, but might it not be like a spark of flame in dead dry wood +to kindle fire and hope? + +Colonel Lockett lay quietly at home during a whole week. Scarcely a soul +seemed to know of his coming. But Jack took long rides, to his mother's +wonderment, by night and by day through the country. The secret talks +between Jack and his father, the look of excitement that kept his face +aglow--some mystery alarmed her. At last she learned with terror of the +enterprise afloat to cut out the British ship, and she made the boy's +father promise that Jack should not go with the boats. + +"No! no!" he said to the agonized lad. "You are my faithful Lieutenant +ashore, but must stay behind from the attack. Should aught happen to +you, what will come to your mother and sisters when I am gone?" Poor +Jack bit his lip in silence. 'Twas a hard strain on filial obedience, +for his hot young blood had tingled with the thought of what was to +come. + +A large barn stood in a lonely place about three miles from the Lockett +house. One night a passer-by would have fancied something strange going +on there. Many a horse was hitched to the trees of the adjacent wood, +lantern-lights twinkled through the crevices, and every few minutes +little groups came up and slipped through the barn-door. When all had +gathered, the tall form of Colonel Lockett arose in their midst, and the +roll was called to see that none was there except those apprised. + +"You know what you've come for, friends and neighbors," said he. "We are +about to strike a gallant blow for the good cause. It's not too late for +those to withdraw who fancy the hazard overbold. For half-armed +countrymen to storm a royal ship seems heavy odds of failure. But +courage on one side and panic on the other will right the scales. And +there are no better weapons than yours for a hand-to-hand fight. A +pitchfork with a short handle, a scythe set in a stick, make the best of +boarding-pikes. We need no firelocks. The ship must be taken by +surprise, and carried with a rush. The decks once swept and the hatches +battened down, and she is ours. There is no moon, and the air and sky +betoken a great snow-storm brewing. When that comes, whether to-morrow +night or later, we attack." And so he gave them stirring words, saying +that this feat would ring like the peal of a trumpet. + +He proceeded to tell off the boat-crews, appoint the officer of each +division, and give careful instructions. + +"And now, old men and beardless boys, it rests with you to do what will +set men's hearts thumping when 'tis known," was his parting, as each +went his way fired with the thought of a gallant deed to be done. + +The next night proved propitious. It was a thick, windless snow-storm, +and the white smudge of flakes blinded eyesight better than the blackest +black. An hour after midnight the four whale-boats which floated the +expedition pushed off from the little cove. Jack had gone to the landing +to say "good-by" to his father, his head buzzing with things that didn't +get to his tongue, and, curiously enough, he had slipped a heavy hatchet +under his coat. + +"It's for you to be hero at home just now," was the Colonel's last word. +"Two years hence, if the struggle still goes on, my brave lad shall have +a chance to strike a blow." + +Jack, whose conscience smote him sorely, mumbled something as his +father's boat moved out into the storm with muffled oars. But as the +last boat slid into deep water the boy gave a spring and landed in the +stern, light as a feather. "'Sh! Not a word," said he, in a low voice. +"I'm going if I have to swim." + +The officer of the boat, an old farmer, who had seen service in the +French and Indian wars, scratched his gray poll in grave doubt. "Waal, I +like yer grit fust rate, and ye come by it naturally. I guess I'll hev +to see ye through, ef it is agin the Kurnel's orders. But ye ha'nt no +we'p'n?" Jack pulled out his hatchet, and the old chap laughed again to +himself. "Blessed ef breed don't tell ary time, when it's a bull-pup." + +The _Tartar_ lay at anchor two miles off the point, and on such a blind +night, with its smother of snow, it was easy to miss the goal. Orders +had been strict that the boats should keep bunched together almost +within oar's-length. True, the men of the crews knew their waters so +well that they might have bragged they could smell their way to the +frigate over that smooth black pitch like hounds on the scent. But +cocksureness was tricky on such a night. They pulled with slow strokes, +straining to catch a sound or a glimpse. It had begun to get intensely +cold, and the spit of the snow stung their faces and stiffened their +fingers. Jack's young blood was proof against rigor of frost, for his +ears sang with a roaring music, as if a pair of sea-shells had been +clapped against the sides of his skull. His veins beat like +hammer-strokes. He thought he felt a new sensation. "Can it be I'm +afraid?" he repeated to himself. + +No, Jack, fear never comes that way. Fear strikes the coward to a lump +of jelly. What you feel now quivering to your finger-tips is the thing +which gives fire and mettle to every gallant heart, and nerves the +muscles to greater strength. No fighter worth his salt ever failed of +this galloping music in his veins on the eve of action. Whisper to that +gray beard by your side whether he doesn't feel the same leap of pulse, +though his sinews have got stiff at the plough-tail, and his blood +sluggish with years since he smelt powder. And don't you remember, too, +Jack, that you felt a little of the same sort of thing that time you +"pitched in" and "licked" the hulking bully nearly twice your size, for +insulting the "school-marm," till he bellowed like a calf? + +It seemed that more than an hour must have passed. Could they have +missed the ship, was the thought of all. This meant failure. There was +not the faintest ripple in the dead silence. But hark! there suddenly +boomed on the night the sweet muffled notes of a ship's bell, and with +it there was a dim flicker to starboard, as of a light shining through a +port-hole. Luck was with them, after all, and now the time was close at +hand. A denser black loomed against the darkness, vaguely outlining the +ship's hull, and the head-boat grated on the long hawser holding the +after anchor, thrown out to take up the swing of the ebb-tide. And hark +again! Through the cabin windows, suddenly thrown open as if for a +breath of fresh air, floated the sounds of laughter and singing, the +chorus of a Bacchanalian catch. Captain Askew and his subs, late as it +was, were still making merry with song. + +"Gad! 'tis dark as Erebus," said one of the voices at the grating. "What +a night for a cutting-out party!" + +A dozen strokes parted the boats to port and starboard, and they dashed +for the ship's sides. Up they swarmed into the chains and clambered +aboard, though not with the sailor's light foot. The watch on deck were +asleep or dozing in sheltered nooks. They sprang to arms with a shout, +but were speedily killed or disabled. A dozen lanterns flashed over the +decks as the crew tumbled up out of the fo'c's'le hatch, for all others +had been spiked down. Half naked, and scarcely awake, they yet fought +doggedly. The Captain and his officers trooped out of the cabin, +flustered with wine, but loaded to the muzzle with pluck, and fell to +with sword and pistol. Colonel Lockett had detailed a dozen picked men +with bags of slugs and powder-canisters to make ready and wheel around +fore and aft a couple of the deck-carronades. The assailants were in the +waist of the ship, and the fury of the assault had begun to drive +men-o'-war's men under hatch, for the ship was undermanned, and the crew +somewhat outnumbered. Scythe and pitchfork did their work well. It was +at this moment that one of the carronades sent its rain of buckshot into +the thick of the British sailors and completed the rout. + +Instantly they had boarded, Jack, swinging his hatchet, looked about for +his father, and pressed forward to his side, though the Colonel did not +see him, thinking him at home watching with his mother. When Captain +Askew made the dash from the cabin the two leaders instinctively knew +each other and crossed blades, for Colonel Lockett had snatched a +cutlass from a fallen sailor. They cut and parried fiercely on the +half-lit deck for a few moments, when the Colonel's foot slipped on the +wet wood. That second would have been his last, but Jack's uplifted +hatchet fell like lightning on Captain Askew's shoulder, and smote him +flat to the deck. With this the battle was ended. + +Colonel Lockett looked on the lad's panting flushed face with amazement. +"Why, Jack, I ordered you not to come. What does this mean? You deserve +a good horsewhip-- Why, Jack, Jack, you disobedient young villain, +you've saved your father's life!" and with tears rolling down his face +he clasped the brave lad in his arms. The _Tartar_ was taken up to New +Haven, and the Captain, who was only severely wounded, with the other +prisoners, delivered over to the Continental officer in charge of the +post. + +When Colonel Lockett returned to Valley Forge, which he did without +delay, Washington thanked him in general orders for his brave feat. Jack +got his heart's wish, and the last year of the war actually served on +the staff of the Commander-in-Chief, young as he was. + + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] During the Revolution there were gangs of ruffians, little less than +bandits, who spread terror through the region adjacent the field +occupied by the armies. Within a radius of twenty miles from New York, +then in possession of the British, these bands were dubbed Cowboys and +Skinners, the first nominally Tories, the others Patriots, both +outcasts, whose only thought was plunder. + + + + +QUILL-PEN, ESQUIRE, ARTIST. + +BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS. + + +Jimmieboy had been looking at the picture-books in his papa's library +nearly all the afternoon, and as night came on he fell to wondering why +he couldn't draw pictures himself. It certainly seemed easy enough, to +look at the pictures. Most of them were made with the fewest possible +lines, and every line was as simple as could be; the only thing seemed +to be to put them down, and in the right place. + +"Why don't you try?" said somebody. + +"Eh?" asked Jimmieboy, with a sudden start, for he had supposed he was +alone. + +"I say why don't you try?" replied the strange somebody. + +"Try what?" queried Jimmieboy, who, not having spoken a word on the +subject of drawing pictures, was quite sure that the question did not +apply to that matter--in which certainly he was very much mistaken, as +the strange somebody's next remark plainly showed. + +"Try drawing pictures yourself?" said the voice. + +"I can't draw," said Jimmieboy, peering over into the corner whence the +voice came, to see who it was that had spoken. + +"You can't tell unless you try," said the voice. + + "A man might do a million things + If he would be less shy, + That all his life he never does, + Because he will not try. + +"Why don't you try?" + +"Who are you, anyhow?" asked Jimmieboy. "Tell me that, and maybe I will +try." + +"Why, you know me," said the voice. "I am the Quill-pen over here on +your mamma's table. Don't you remember how you nearly drowned me in the +ink yesterday?" + +"I didn't want to drown you," said Jimmieboy, apologetically. "I wanted +you to write a letter for me to my Uncle Periwinkle, asking him to send +me everything he thought I'd like as soon as he could." + +The Pen laughed. "I'll do it some time--along about Christmas, perhaps," +he said. "But about this picture business. I think you could make +pictures." + +"Can you make 'em?" queried Jimmieboy. + +"I never tried, so I don't know," answered the Pen. + +"Then you try, and let's see how trying works," suggested Jimmieboy. +"I'll get a piece of paper for you." + +"I'm afraid we can't," said the Pen. "I'm very dry, and don't think I +could make a mark, unless you get me a glass of ink. + + "For just as skates are not much use + Without a skating rink, + So pens--of steel or quills of goose-- + Are worthless without ink." + +"Oh, I'll get plenty of ink," returned Jimmieboy, "though I think water +would be saferer. Water would look pleasanter on the carpet if we upset +it." + +"I can't make a mark with water," laughed the Pen. + +"How do you know?" asked Jimmieboy. "Did you ever try?" + +"No, I never tried. Because why? What's the use?" replied the Pen. + + "I do not try to touch the sky + Or jump upon the stars; + I do not try to make a pie + Of rusty iron bars; + I do not try to change into + A baby elephant, + Because I know--and always knew-- + 'Tis useless, for I can't." + +"That's all very good," retorted Jimmieboy; "but a minute ago you were +saying that + + "'A man might do a million things, + If he would be less shy, + That all his life he never does, + Because he will not try.'" + +"You've got me there," said the Pen, with a smile. "Perhaps we had +better use water. Now that I think of it, I have enough dried ink on me +to make a mark if I am moistened up a bit with water. You get the water +and the paper, and I'll see what I can do." + +Jimmieboy ran into the dining-room and brought a glass brimming over +with water to the Pen, and in another minute he had a large pad of paper +ready. + +[Illustration: "NOW," SAID THE PEN, "LET US BEGIN."] + +"Now," said the Pen, "let us begin. What shall I draw first?" + +"I don't know," Jimmieboy replied. "Why not make a--er--a zebra.'" + +"What's a zebra?" asked the Pen, who had never been to the circus, as +Jimmieboy had, and who was therefore, of course, ignorant about some +things of very great importance. "Is it a piece of furniture?" + +"The idea!" laughed Jimmieboy. "Of course not. It's a sort of a small +animal like a horse, and has--" + +"Oh, I know," interrupted the Pen. "Here's one." Then he dipped his head +lightly into the water, and wiggled himself about on the pad for a +minute. "There," he said, "How's that for a zebra?" + +[Illustration: ZEBRA.] + +Jimmieboy laughed long and loud. "What on earth are those wiggle-waggles +all over him?" he asked. + +"Those are the Zees," explained the Quill. "Isn't that right?" + +"No!" roared Jimmieboy. "He hasn't a Z to his name." + +"Oh yes, he has," replied the Quill. "I know that much, anyhow. I have +written many a zebra, though I never drew one before. They always begin +with a Z, and end with a bray--like a donkey." + +"I don't mean it that way. I mean he hasn't any Zees printed on him," +explained Jimmieboy. "He's striped like the American flag." + +"Why didn't you say so in the beginning?" said the Quill. + +"I was going to, but you interrupted me, and said you knew all about it, +and I supposed you did," said the boy. + +"Well, let's try it again. He's a horse that looks like the American +flag, you say?" + +"Yes," said Jimmieboy--a little dubiously, however. He thought perhaps +the zebra more closely resembled a piece of toast, but as he had +mentioned the flag, he thought it would be better to stick to it. + +"How is this!" asked the Quill, presenting the following picture to +Jimmieboy. "Is that any more like a zebra?" + +[Illustration: ZEBRA.] + +"It's the most ridiculous thing I ever saw," said Jimmieboy. "I didn't +say he had stars on him." + +"I know you didn't," retorted the Pen. "But that square might pass for a +chest-protector, if any body ever criticised it." + +"Well, it isn't anything like a Zebra," said Jimmieboy, firmly. "You'd +better try making an elephant." + +"That's easy," returned the Quill. "I never saw an elephant, but I've +heard what they look like. Sort, of like pigs, with two tails, big flop +ears, and paper-cutters for teeth, and great big huge large legs that +look like bolsters. Oh, I can draw an elephant with my eyes shut." + +[Illustration: L-EPHANT.] + +This the Pen proceeded to do at once, and here is his idea of the +L-ephant. + +"That's more like an elephant than either of the two zebras was like a +zebra," said Jimmieboy, with a grin. + +"Thank you," said the Pen, simply. "Which part have I done best, the L +or the 'ephant?" + +"Well, it's hard to say," smiled Jimmieboy. "I think the hair on his +forehead is very much like that of the elephants I have seen, and then +you've got his eye just right. I've seen elephants look exactly like +that when they have caught sight of a peanut." + +[Illustration: THE SWARM OF BEES.] + +"How is this for a swarm of bees?" asked the Quill, gratified at his +success, and dashing off this little artistic gem in an instant. + +"Ho!" ejaculated Jimmieboy. "What kind of bees are those? They aren't +the honey kind that sting." + +"No, they are bees you can spell with, and don't sting," returned the +Pen. "I like 'em better than the other kind." + +"Can you draw ostriches?" asked Jimmieboy. + +[Illustration: THE OSTRICH.] + +"I can try one," said the Pen. "How will this do?" he added, producing +the following. "The horse part is all right, but I'm afraid the strich +isn't so good," said the artist, as Jimmieboy threw himself on the floor +in a paroxysm of laughter. "I never saw a strich, so why should I make a +good one? I think it's real mean of you to laugh." + +"Well, really, Penny," said Jimmieboy, "I don't want to hurt your +feelings, but that's the worst-looking animal I ever saw. But never +mind; it's a better-looking creature than most monkeys." + +"I never saw a monkey," said the Pen. "How many legs has it?" + +"Two legs, two arms, a tail, and a head," Jimmieboy answered. + +[Illustration: THE MON-KEY.] + +"Something like this?" queried the Quill, dashing off a picture +complacently--he felt so sure that this time he was right. + +"Very much like that," Jimmieboy replied, smothering his mirth for fear +of offending the Quill, though if you will refer to the drawing you will +see that the Quill was quite as inaccurate in his picture of the monkey +as he was with his zebras. + +"I thought I'd get you to admit that that was a good monkey," observed +the Quill, regarding his work with pride. "I've seen a good many keys, +and, of course, when you said the creature had two legs, two arms, a +tail, and a head, I knew that he was nothing but a key to whom had been +given those precious gifts of nature. To draw a key is easy, and to +provide it with the other features was not hard." + +Jimmieboy was silent. He was too full of laughter even to open his +mouth, and so he kept it tightly closed. + +"What'll I draw next?" asked the Quill, after a minute or two of +silence. + +"Can you do mountains?" queried Jimmieboy. + +"What are they?" asked the Quill. + +"They're great big rocks that go up in the air and have trees on 'em," +explained Jimmieboy. + +The Quill looked puzzled, and then he glanced reproachfully at +Jimmieboy. + +"I think you are making fun of me," he said, solemnly. + +"No, I'm not," said Jimmieboy. "Why should you think such a thing as +that?" + +"Well, I know some things, and what I know makes me believe what I +think. I think you are making fun of me when you talk of big rocks going +up in the air with trees on 'em. Rocks are too heavy to go up in the air +even when they haven't trees on 'em, and I don't think it's very nice of +you to try to fool me the way you have." + +"I don't mean like a balloon," Jimmieboy hastened to explain. "It's a +big rock that sits on the ground and reaches up into the air and has +trees on it." + +"I don't believe there ever was such a thing," returned the offended +Quill. "Here's what one would look like if it could ever be," he added, +sketching the following: + +[Illustration: MOUNTAIN.] + +"What on earth!" ejaculated Jimmieboy. + +"What? Why, a mountain--that's what!" retorted the Quill. "Don't you +see, my dear boy, you've just proved you were trying to fool me. I've +put down the thing you said a mountain was, and you as much as say +yourself that it can't be." + +"But--how do you make it out? That's what I can't see," remonstrated +Jimmieboy. + +"It's perfectly simple," said the Quill. "You said a mountain was a +rock; there's the rock in the picture. You said it had trees on it; +those two things that look like pen-wipers on sticks are the trees." + +"But that other thing?" interrupted Jimmieboy. "That arm? I never, +never, never said a mountain had one of those." + +"Why, how you do talk!" cried the Quill, angrily. "You told me first +that the rocks went up in the air, and when I showed you why that +couldn't be, you corrected yourself, and said that they reached up into +the air." + +"Well, so I did," said Jimmieboy. + +"Will you kindly tell me how a rock could reach up in the air, or around +a corner, or do any reaching at all, in fact, unless it had an arm to do +it with?" snapped the Quill, triumphantly. + +Again Jimmieboy found it best to keep silent. The Quill, thinking that +his silence was due to regret, immediately became amiable, and +volunteered the statement that if he knew the names of flowers he +thought he could draw some of them. + +"Pansies, cowslips, and geraniums," suggested Jimmieboy. + +"Good! Here you are," returned the Quill, rapidly sketching the +following: + +[Illustration: A PANSY. A COWSLIP. A POTTED G-RANIUM.] + +"That pansy," he said, as Jimmieboy gazed at his work, "is a +frying-pansy. How is this for a battle scene?" he added, drawing the +following singular-looking picture. + +[Illustration] + +"Very handsome!" said Jimmieboy. "But--er--just what are those things? +Snakes?" + +"No, indeed," said the Quill. "The idea! Who ever saw a snake with +wings? One is a C gull and the other is a J bird." + +"Can you draw a blue bird?" asked Jimmieboy. + +"I think so," answered the Quill, as he carefully drew this strange +creature. + +[Illustration: A BLUEBIRD.] + +"You haven't given him any wings," said Jimmieboy, after carefully +examining the picture. + +"No: that's the reason he is blue. He has to walk all the time. That's +enough to make anybody blue," explained the Quill. "Here's a puzzle for +you!" he added. "Guess what it is, and I'll write to your Uncle +Periwinkle and tell him if he'll come up here on Saturday with two +dollars in his pockets, you will show him where you and he can get the +best soda-water made." + +[Illustration: STEEPLE-CHASING.] + +This is the picture the Quill then presented to Jimmieboy's astonished +gaze. + +"Humph!" said Jimmieboy. "It looks like two men on horseback running +after something, but what, I'm sure I don't know." + +"What does it look like?" asked the Quill. + +"Nothing that I ever saw." + +"Nonsense!" returned the Pen. "Does it look like a fox, or a Chinese +laundry, or a what?" + +"It doesn't look like any of 'em," insisted Jimmieboy. + +"Dear me! How dull you are!" cried the Quill. "Why, boy, it's a church +steeple, that's what. Now what is the whole thing a picture of?" + +"A steeple-chase!" cried Jimmieboy. + +"Exactly," said the Quill, very much pleased that after all Jimmieboy +had guessed it. "And now I'll write that letter to Uncle Periwinkle." + +And so he wrote; + + P. S.--DEAR UNCLE PERIWINKLE, + + Come up on Saturday. Bring all the money you've got, and the + soda-water we'll have will sail a yacht. If you can't come, send + the money, and I'll look after sailing the yacht. + + Yours affectionately, + JIMMIEBOY. + +"Will that do?" asked the Quill. + +"Yes," said Jimmieboy. "And now put it in an envelope, and I'll put it +with the letters to be mailed." + +"Now draw some more," he said, after this had been mailed. + +But the Quill answered never a word. He had evidently fallen asleep. +Strange to say, Uncle Periwinkle never got his letter, and the pictures +the Quill made all faded from sight, and so were lost. + + + + +SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES.[2] + +BY KIRK MUNROE. + + +CHAPTER XXXIX. + +INVADING A CAPTAIN'S CABIN. + +An earthquake could hardly have caused greater consternation in the +village of Klukwan than did the boom of that heavy gun as it came +echoing up the palisaded valley of the Chilkat. Not many years before +the Indians of that section had defied the power of the United States, +and killed several American citizens. A gunboat, hurried to the scene of +trouble, shelled and destroyed one of their villages in retaliation. +From that time on no sound was so terrible to them as the roar of a big +gun. + +While Phil and his companions were chafing at the delay imposed upon +them by the greed of the Chilkat Shaman a government vessel arrived in +the neighboring inlet of Chilkoot, bearing a party of scientific men who +were to cross the mountains at that point for an exploration of the +upper Yukon, and the locating of the boundary line between Alaska and +Canada. + +The Princess, learning of its presence, and despairing of assisting her +white friends in any other way, secretly despatched a messenger to the +Captain of the ship with the information that some Americans were being +detained in Klukwan against their will. Upon receipt of this news the +Captain promptly steamed around into Chilkat Inlet and as near to its +head as the draught of his vessel would allow. As he dropped anchor, +there came such a sound of firing from up the river that he imagined a +fight to be in progress, and fired one of his own big guns to give +warning of his presence. + +The effect of this dread message was instantaneous. Phil Ryder dropped +his uplifted arm. The Chilkat Shaman scuttled away, issued an order, and +within five minutes a new and perfectly equipped canoe was marvellously +produced from somewhere and tendered to Serge Belcofsky. Five minutes +later he and his companions had taken a grateful leave of the Princess, +and were embarked with all their effects, including the three dogs. + +Phil stationed himself in the bow, Serge tended sheet, and Jalap Coombs +steered. As before the prevailing northerly wind their long-beaked canoe +shot out from the river into the wider waters of the inlet, and they +saw, at anchor, less than one mile away, a handsome cutter flying the +United States revenue flag, the three friends uttered a simultaneous cry +of, "The _Phoca_!" + +"Hurrah!" yelled Phil. + +"Hurrah!" echoed Serge. + +"Bless her pretty picter!" roared Jalap Coombs, standing up and waving +the old tarpaulin hat that, though often eclipsed by a fur hood, had +been faithfully cherished during the entire journey. + +At that moment one of the cutter's boats, in command of a strange +Lieutenant, with a howitzer mounted in its bow, and manned by a dozen +heavily armed sailors, hailed the canoe and shot alongside. + +"What's the trouble up the river?" demanded the officer. + +"There isn't any," answered Serge. + +"What was all the firing about?" + +"Celebrating some sort of native Fourth of July. Is Captain Matthews +still in command of the _Phoca_?" + +"Yes. Does he know you?" + +"I rather guess he does, and, with your permission, we'll report to him +in person." + +"Pull up the hoods of your parkas," said Phil to his companions, "and +we'll give the Captain a surprise party." + +A minute later one of the _Phoca_'s Quartermasters reported to the +Captain that a canoe-load of natives was almost alongside. + +"Very well; let them come aboard, and I'll hear what they have to say." + +In vain did the Quartermaster strive to direct the canoe to the port +gangway. The natives did not seem to understand, and insisted on +rounding up under the starboard quarter, reserved for officers and +distinguished guests. One of them sprang out the moment its bow touched +the side steps, clambered aboard, pushed aside the wrathful +Quartermaster, and started for the Captain's door with the sailor in hot +pursuit. + +"Hold on, you blooming young savage! Ye can't go in there," he shouted, +but to heedless ears. + +As Phil gained the door it was opened by the Commander himself, who was +about to come out for a look at the natives. + +"How are you, Captain Matthews?" shouted the fur-clad intruder into the +sacred privacy of the cabin, at the same time raising a hand in salute. +"It is awfully good of you, sir, to come for us. I only hope you didn't +bother to wait very long at the Pribyloffs." + +"Eh? What? Who are you, sir? What does this mean? Phil Ryder! You young +villain! You scamp! Bless my soul, but this is the most wonderful thing +I ever heard of!" cried the astonished Commander, staggering back into +the cabin, and pulling Phil after him. "May, daughter, look here!" + +At that moment there came a yelping rush, and with a chorus of excited +barkings Musky, Luvtuk, and big Amook dashed pell-mell into the cabin. +After them came Serge, Jalap Coombs, and the horrified Quartermaster, +all striving in vain to capture and restrain the riotous dogs. As if any +one could prevent them from following and sharing the joy of the young +master who had fed them night after night for months by lonely +camp-fires of the Yukon Valley! + +So they flung themselves into the cabin, and tore round and round, amid +such a babel of shouts, laughter, barkings, and crash of overturned +furniture as was never before heard in that orderly apartment. + +Finally the terrible dogs were captured, one by one, and led away. May +Matthews emerged from a safe retreat, where, convulsed with laughter, +she had witnessed the whole uproarious proceeding. Her father, still +ejaculating "Bless my soul!" at intervals, gradually recovered +sufficient composure to recognize and welcome Serge and "Ipecac" Coombs, +as he persisted in calling poor Jalap. The upset chairs were placed to +rights, and all hands began to ask questions with such rapidity that no +one had time to pause for answers. + +From the confusion Captain Matthews finally evolved an understanding +that the boys were still desirous of reaching Sitka, whereupon he +remarked: + +"Sitka, Sitka. It never occurred to me that you had any desire to visit +Sitka. I thought your sole ambition was to attain the North Pole. If you +had only mentioned Sitka last summer I might have arranged the trip for +you, but now I fear--" + +At this moment there came a knock at the door, and when it was opened +the Quartermaster began to say, "Excuse me, sir, but here's another--" +Before he could finish his sentence a small furry object jerked away +from him with such force, that it took a header into the room and landed +at the feet of the Commander on all fours, like a little bear. + +"Bless my soul! What's this?" cried Captain Matthews, springing to one +side in dismay. + +"It's a baby!" screamed Miss May, darting forward and snatching up the +child. "A darling little Indian in furs. Where did it come from?" + +"Great Scott!" exclaimed Phil, remorsefully. "To think that we should +have forgotten Nel-te!" + +"Are there any more yet to come?" demanded the Captain. + +"No, sir; the whole ship's company is present _and_ accounted for," +replied Jalap Coombs. "But with your leave, sir, I'll just step out and +take a look at our boat, for she's a ticklish craft to navigate, and +might come to grief in strange hands." + +So saying, the honest fellow, who had made an excuse to escape from the +cabin, where he felt awkward and out of place, as well as uncomfortably +warm in his fur garments, pulled at the fringe of long wolf's hairs +surrounding his face, and shuffled away. A few minutes later saw him in +the forecastle, where, divested of his unsailorlike parka, puffing with +infinite zest at one of the blackest of pipes filled with the blackest +of tobacco, and the centre of an admiring group of seamen, he was +spinning incredible yarns of his recent and wonderful experiences with +snow-shoes and sledges. + +In the mean time May Matthews was delightedly winning Nel-te's baby +affections, while Phil and Serge were still plying the Captain with +questions. + +"Were you saying, sir, that you feared you couldn't take us to Sitka?" +inquired Serge, anxiously. + +"Not at all, my lad," replied the Captain. "I was about to remark that I +feared you would not care to go there now, seeing that there is hardly +any one in Sitka whom you want to see, unless it is your mother and +sisters and Phil Ryder's father and Aunt Ruth." + +"What!" cried Phil, "my Aunt Ruth! Are you certain, sir?" + +"Certain I am," replied Captain Matthews, "that if both the individuals +I have just mentioned aren't already in Sitka, they will be there very +shortly, for I left them in San Francisco preparing to start at once. +Moreover, I have orders to carry your father to St. Michaels, where he +expects to find you. So now you see in what a complication your turning +up in this outlandish fashion involves me." + +"But how did my Aunt Ruth ever happen to come out here?" inquired Phil. + +"Came out to nurse your father while his leg was mending, and +incidentally to find out what had become of an undutiful nephew whom she +seems to fancy has an aptitude for getting into scrapes," laughed the +Captain. + +"Has my father recovered from his accident?" + +"So entirely that he fancies his leg is sounder and better than ever it +was." + +"And are you bound for Sitka now, sir?" + +"Certainly I am, and should have been half-way there by this time if I +hadn't been delayed by a report of some sort of a row between the +Chilkats and a party of whites. Now, having settled that difficulty by +capturing the entire force of aggressors, I propose to carry them to +Sitka as legitimate prisoners, and then turn them over to the +authorities. So, gentlemen, you will please consider yourselves as +prisoners of war, and under orders not to leave this ship until she +arrives at Sitka." + +"With pleasure, sir," laughed Phil. "Only don't you think you'd better +place us under guard?" + +"I expect it will be best," replied the Captain, gravely, "seeing that +you are charged with seal-poaching, piracy, defying government officers, +and escaping from arrest, as well as the present one of making war on +native Americans." + + +CHAPTER XL. + +IN SITKA TOWN. + +The long-beaked and wonderfully carved Chilkat canoe was taken on the +_Phoca_'s deck, the anchor was weighed, and, with the trim cutter headed +southward, the last stage of the adventurous journey, pursued amid such +strange vicissitudes, was begun. As the ship sped swiftly past the +overhanging ice-fields of Davidson Glacier, out of Chilkat Inlet into +the broad mountain-walled waters of Lynn Canal, and down that +thoroughfare into Chatham Strait, Captain Matthews listened with +absorbed interest to Phil's account of the remarkable adventures that he +and Serge had encountered from the time he had last seen them at the +Pribyloff islands down to the present moment. + +"Well," said he, when the recital was finished, "I've done a good bit of +knocking about in queer places during thirty years of going to sea, and +had some experiences, but my life has been tame and monotonous compared +with the one you have led for the past year. Why, lad, if an account of +what you have gone through in attempting to take a quiet little trip +from New London to Sitka was written out and printed in a book, people +wouldn't believe it was true. They'd shake their heads and say it was +all made up, which only goes to prove, what I never believed before, +that truth is sometimes stranger than fiction, after all." + +"Yes," replied Phil; "and the strangest part of it all is the way that +fur-seal's tooth has followed us and exerted its influence in our behalf +from the beginning to the very end. Why, sir, if it hadn't been for that +tooth you wouldn't have come to Chilkat, and we shouldn't be in the +happy position we are at this very moment." + +"You don't mean to say," cried Captain Matthews, "that it turned up +again after your father lost it?" + +"Oh yes, sir, and it's been with us, off and on, all the time." + +"Then at last I can have the pleasure of showing it to my daughter. +Would you mind letting me have it for a few minutes?" + +"Unfortunately, sir--" + +"Now don't tell me that you have gone and lost it again." + +"Not exactly lost it," replied Phil. "At the same time, I don't know +precisely where it is nor what has become of it, only it is somewhere +back in Klukwan, where it originally came from, and I have every reason +to believe that it is in possession of the principal Chilkat Shaman." + +"I declare that is too bad!" exclaimed the Captain. "If I had known that +sooner I believe I should have kept right on and shelled the village +until they gave me the tooth, so strong is my desire to get hold of it." + +"And so secured to yourself the ill luck of him who steals it," laughed +Phil. + +That afternoon the _Phoca_ turned sharply to the right, and began to +thread the swift-rushing and rock-strewn waters of Peril Strait, the +narrow channel that washes the northern end of Baranoff Island, on which +Sitka is situated. Now Serge stood on the bridge beside his friend, so +nervous with excitement that he could hardly speak. Every roaring tide +rip and swirling eddy of those waters, every rock with its streamers of +brown kelp, every beach and wooded point were like familiar faces to the +young Russo-American, for just beyond them lay his home, that dear home +from which he had been more than three years absent. + +Suddenly he clutched Phil's arm, and pointed to a lofty snow-crowned +peak looming high above the forest and bathed in rosy sunlight. "There's +Mount Edgecumbe!" he cried; and a few minutes afterward, "There's +Verstoroi." Phil felt the nervous fingers tremble as they gripped his +arm; and when, a little later the cutter swept from a narrow passage +into an island-studded bay, he could hardly hear the hoarse whisper of: +"There, Phil! There's Sitka! Dear, beautiful Sitka!" + +And Phil was nearly as excited as Serge to think that, after twelve +months of ceaseless wanderings, the goal for which he had set forth was +at last reached. + +The _Phoca_ had hardly dropped anchor before another ship appeared, +entering the bay from the same direction. + +"The mail-steamer from Puget Sound," announced Captain Matthews. + +This boat brought but few passengers, for the season was yet too early +for tourists; but on her upper deck stood a gentleman and a lady, the +former of whom was pointing out objects of interest almost as eagerly as +Serge had done a short time before. + +"It is lovely," said his companion, enthusiastically, "but it seems +perfectly incredible that I should actually be here, and that this is +the place for which our Phil set out with such high hopes a year ago. Do +you realize, John, that it is just one year ago to-day since he left New +London? Oh, if we only knew where the dear boy was at this minute! And +to think that I should have got here before him!" + +"Now he will probably never get here," replied Mr. Ryder. "For, on +account of that California offer, I shall be obliged to return directly +to San Francisco from St. Michaels without even a chance of going up the +Yukon, which I know will be a great disappointment to Phil. But look +there, Ruth. You have been wanting to see a canoe-load of Indians, and +here comes as typical a one as I ever saw. A perfect specimen of an +Alaskan dugout, natives in full winter costume, Eskimo dogs, and a +sledge." + +"And, oh!" cried Miss Ruth, "there is a tiny bit of a child, all in +furs, just like its father. See? Nestled among the dogs, with a pair of +wee snow-shoes on his back too? Isn't he a darling? How I should love to +hug him! Oh, John, we must find them when we get ashore; for that child +is the very cutest thing I have seen in all Alaska:" + +By this time the steamer was made fast, and the passengers were already +going ashore. When Mr. Ryder and his sister gained the wharf they were +surprised to see that the canoe in which they were interested had come +to the landing-stage, where its occupants were already disembarking. + +The next moment she uttered a shriek of horror, for one of them had +thrown his arms around her neck and kissed her. + +[Illustration: "AUNT RUTH, YOU'RE A BRICK! A PERFECT BRICK!"] + +"Aunt Ruth, you're a brick! a perfect brick!" he cried. "To think of you +coming away out here to see me!" Then turning to Mr. Ryder, and +embracing that bewildered gentleman in his furry arms, the excited boy +exclaimed: "And pop! You dear old pop! If you only knew how distressed I +have been about you. If you hadn't turned up, just as you have, I should +have dropped everything and gone in search of you." + +"Oh, Phil! How could you?" gasped Aunt Ruth. "You frightened me almost +to death, and have crushed me all out of shape. You are a regular +polar-bear in all those furs and things. What do you mean, sir? Oh you +dear, dear boy!" At this point Miss Ruth's feelings so completely +overcame her that she sank down on a convenient log and burst into +hysterical weeping. + +"There, you young scamp!" cried Mr. Ryder, whose own eyes were full of +joyful tears at that moment. "See what you have done! Aren't you ashamed +of yourself, sir?" + +"Yes, pop, awfully. But I've got something that will cheer her up and +amuse her. And here's Serge and-- No he isn't, either. What has become +of Serge? Oh, I suppose he has gone home. Don't see why he needs to be +in such a hurry, though. No matter; here's Jalap Coombs. You remember +Jalap, father? And here, Aunt Ruth, is the curio I promised to bring +you. Look out; it's alive!" + +With this the crazy lad snatched Nel-te from the arms of Jalap Coombs, +who had just brought him up the steps, and laid him in Miss Ruth's lap, +saying, "He's a little orphan kid I found in the wilderness, and adopted +for you to love." + +Miss Ruth gave such a start as the small bundle of fur was so +unexpectedly thrust at her that poor Nel-te rolled to the ground. From +there he lifted such a pitifully frightened little face, with such +tear-filled eyes and quivering lip, that Miss Ruth snatched him up and +hugged him. Then she kissed and petted him to such an extent that by the +time he was again smiling he had won a place in her loving heart second +only to that occupied by Phil himself. + +With this journey's end also came the partings that always form so sad a +feature of all journeys' ends. Even the three dogs that had travelled +together for so long were separated, Musky being given to Serge, Luvtuk +to May Matthews, to become the pet of the _Phoca_'s crew, and big Amook +going with Phil, Aunt Ruth, Nel-te, the sledge, the snow-shoes, and the +beautiful white thick-furred skin of a mountain goat to distant New +London. + +Mr. Ryder and Jalap Coombs accompanied them as far as San Francisco. +Dear old Serge was reluctantly left behind, busily making preparations +to carry out his cherished scheme of returning to Anvik as a teacher. + +In San Francisco Mr. Ryder secured for Jalap Coombs the command of a +trading schooner plying between that port and Honolulu. When it was +announced to him that he was at last actually a captain, the honest +fellow's voice trembled with emotion as he answered: + +"Mr. Ryder, sir, _and_ Phil, I never did wholly look to be a full-rigged +cap'n, though I've striv and waited for the berth nigh on to forty year. +Now I know that it's just as my old friend Kite Roberson useter say; for +he allers said, old Kite did, 'That them as waits the patientest is +bound to see things happen.'" + + +THE END. + + +FOOTNOTES: + +[2] Begun in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 801. + + + + +OAKLEIGH. + +BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND. + + +CHAPTER IV. + +Mr. Franklin's announcement at first almost stunned his children. They +could not believe it. Jack and Cynthia were somewhat prepared for it, it +is true, but when they heard the news from their father's own lips it +was none the less startling. + +To Edith it came like a thunderbolt. She had never had the smallest +suspicion that her father would marry again. She had always supposed +that she would be sufficient for him. She would never marry herself, she +thought, but would stay at home and be the comfort of his declining +years. It had never occurred to her that her father, still a young and +good-looking man of barely forty, would be exceedingly likely to marry a +second time. + +And now what was to happen? A stranger was coming to rule over them. +Edith would never endure it, never! She would go away and live with Aunt +Betsey. Anything would be better than a step-mother. + +When she spoke her voice was hard and unnatural. + +"Haven't I done right, papa? Weren't you satisfied with me? I have +tried." + +"My dear child, you have done your best, but you are too young. No one +can expect a girl of sixteen to take entire charge of a house and +family. And it is not only that. Hester is a charming woman. She reminds +me something of your mother, Edith. It was that which first attracted +me. She will be a companion to you--a sister." + +"Thank you, but I don't need either. Cynthia is all the sister I want. +Oh, papa, papa, why are you going to do it!" + +She went to her own room and shut the door. After this one outbreak she +said no more. Small things made Edith storm and even cry, dignified +though she was. This great shock stunned her. She did not shed a tear, +and she bore it in silence; but a hard feeling came into her heart, and +she determined that she would never forgive this Miss Gordon who had +entrapped her father (so she put it), and was coming to rule over them +and order them about. She, for one, would never submit to it. + +Jack did not mind it in the least, and Cynthia, who idolized her father, +was sure from what he said that he was doing what he considered was for +his happiness. Of course it was terrible for them, but they must make +the best of it. + +They passed a dreary Sunday, but Monday was expected to be an exciting +day, for on that date the chickens were to appear. But when the children +returned from school there were but small signs of the anticipated hatch +in the incubator; one shell only had a little crack on the end. + +Cynthia took up her position in front of the machine with a book, and +waited patiently hour after hour. Nothing came. The next morning there +was another crack in the next egg, and the first had spread a little, +but that was all. The children all went to school but Edith, and she +felt too low-spirited to go down to the cellar to watch. + +Janet and Willy were forbidden to go near the place. As punishment for +their conduct on Saturday, they were not to be present at the hatching. +It was thought that owing to what they had done the chickens were not +forth-coming, and indeed it had been most disastrous. + +When Jack and Cynthia returned from school they found that two little +chicks--probably the only two which had escaped the cold bath--had +emerged from their shells, and were hopping dismally about in the gravel +beneath the trays. One hundred and ninety-eight hoped-for companions +failed to appear. + +Jack's first hatch was anything but a success. He bore it bravely, but +it was a bitter disappointment. After waiting many hours in the vain +hope of seeing another shell crack, he removed the two little comrades +to the large brooder built to hold a hundred, and then, nothing daunted, +sent for more eggs. He still had some of Aunt Betsey's money left. + +Jack was plucky, and his pride would not permit him to give up. He would +profit by his experience, and next time he would be victorious. He +feared that, besides the mischief done by the children, he had been +overfussy in his care of the eggs, and he determined to act more wisely +in every respect. + +In after-years Cynthia looked back upon the first hatch as one of the +most depressing events in her life. The children in disgrace, Edith +silent and woe-begone in her own room, she and Jack watching hour after +hour in the big cellar for the chickens that never came, and, above all, +the impending arrival of the second Mrs. Franklin. + +Aunt Betsey journeyed down from Wayborough as soon as she heard the +news. They did not know she was coming until they saw one of the station +carriages slowly approaching the house, with Miss Trinkett's well-known +bonnet inside of it. She waved her hand gayly, and opened the subject at +once. + +"Well, well," she cried, "this is news indeed! I want to know! Nephew +John going to be married again! Just what I always thought he had best +do for the good of you children. Have you seen the bride, and what is +she like?" + +It was a warm June day, and the Franklins were on the piazza when this +was shouted to them from the carriage in their aunt's shrill voice. +Edith writhed. Though the news was all over Brenton by now, this would +be a fine bit for the driver to take back. + +Jack and Cynthia offered to help Aunt Betsey to alight, but she waved +them aside. + +"Don't think you must help me, my dears. This good news has put new life +into me. How do you all do?" giving each one of her birdlike kisses, and +settling herself in a favorite rocking-chair. + +The younger children ran to her, hoping for treasures from the +carpet-bag. + +"I do declare," exclaimed she, "if I didn't forget all about you in the +news of the bride! Never mind; wait till next time, and I'll bring you +something extry nice when I come to see the bride." + +"What's a bride?" asked Willy. + +"La, child, don't you know? They haven't been kept in ignorance, I +hope?" + +"Oh no, but they haven't heard her called that," explained Cynthia. + +"Do you mean the lady that is coming here to live?" asked Janet. "Well, +we don't like her, me and Willy. She's made Edith cross and sobby, and +she's made you forget our presents, and she's made a lot of fuss. We +don't want her here at all." + +Miss Trinkett looked shocked. "My dear children!" she exclaimed, too +much aghast to say more. Then she turned to Edith. + +"But now tell me all about it. Have you seen her, and is she young?" + +"I have not seen her, Aunt Betsey, and I don't wish to. I don't know +whether she is young or old, and I don't care. Won't you take me home +with you, Aunt Betsey? Can't I live with you now? I'm not needed here." + +Miss Betsey stared at her in amazement. + +"Edith Franklin," she said, folding her hands in her lap, "I _am_ +astonished at the state of things I find in this household! Rebelling +against circumstances in this way, and wishing to run away from your +duties! No, indeed, my dear. Much as I'd admire to have you live with +me--and there's a nice little chamber over the living-room that would +suit you to a T--I'd never be the one to encourage your leaving your +family. You are setting them a bad example as it is, teaching these +young things to look with disfavor on their new mother that is to be. +No, indeed. Far be it from me to encourage you. And, indeed, I should +have no right, when my own mother was a second wife. Why, in the early +days of the colonies it was thought nothing at all for a man to marry +three or four times, as you'd know if you had read Judge Sewall's +_Diary_ as much as I have, or other valuable works." + +Miss Trinkett rocked violently when she had finished this harangue. +Edith did not reply. She had looked for sympathy from Aunt Betsey; but +she, like all the rest of the world, seemed to think it the best thing +that could happen. + +As for Miss Betsey, she too was somewhat disappointed. She had hoped for +some interesting items, and none seemed to be forth-coming. + +"Where's your father?" she asked, presently. + +Edith did not reply. + +"He has gone to Albany," said Cynthia. + +"Well, well! And when is the wedding to be?" + +Edith rose and went into the house. Cynthia glanced after her +regretfully, and then answered her aunt's question. + +"It is to be in a week. It is to be very quiet, because--because Miss +Gordon is in deep mourning." + +"Do tell! I want to know!" ejaculated Miss Trinkett. "And are none of +you going?" + +"No; papa did not think it was best. Hardly any one will be there. Only +her brother and one or two others." + +"So she has a brother. Any other relatives?" + +"I think not. She lost her father and mother when she was very young, +and her grandmother died rather lately." + +"I want to know! And when are they coming home?" + +"Very soon," said Cynthia, almost inaudibly. + +"Do tell!" + +Miss Betsey said no more at present, but her mind was busy. + +"Where is Jackie?" she next asked. + +"I don't know. Gone to see about the chickens, I suppose." + +"Oh, those little orphans. Well, I haven't time to ask about them now, +for I think, Cynthia, I would like to call upon my friend, Mrs. Parker. +It is a long time since I was there." + +"Oh, Aunt Betsey!" exclaimed Cynthia. It would never do for her aunt to +see Mrs. Parker. The secret of her escapade at that good lady's house +would surely be found out. "Why do you go there this afternoon?" + +"Because, my dear, I am here only for a night, and I must see Mrs. +Parker." + +Cynthia groaned inwardly. + +"And hear all the village gossip about papa," she thought. + +It must be prevented. + +But Miss Trinkett was not to be turned from her purpose. Go she would. +Every available excuse in the world was brought up to deter her, but the +end of it was that Jack drove around in the buggy, and Miss Betsey +departed triumphantly. + +Cynthia awaited her return in suspense. She wished that she could run +away. Her impersonation of her aunt did not seem such a joke as it had +at the time, and then she had heard the dreadful news there. + +Miss Trinkett came back before very long in high dudgeon. Cynthia was +alone on the piazza, for Edith had not appeared again. She noticed that +Jack was apparently enjoying a huge joke, and instead of taking the +horse to the barn, he remained to hear what Aunt Betsey had to say. + +Miss Trinkett sank into a chair and untied her bonnet strings with a +jerk. + +"Maria Parker is losing her mind," she announced. "As for me, I shall +never go there again." + +"Why not, Aunt Betsey?" murmured Cynthia, preparing herself for the +worst. + +"She declares that I was there two weeks ago, and that she--_she_ told +me the news of my own nephew's engagement! She actually had the +effrontery to say, 'I told you so!' My own nephew! When his letter the +other day was the first I heard of it, and I said to Silas, said I, +'Silas, nephew John Franklin is going to marry again, and give a mother +to those children, and I'm glad of it, and I've just heard the news.' +And now for Maria Parker to tell me that she told me, and that I was +there two weeks ago! Is the woman crazy, or am I the one that has lost +my mind? Why don't you say something, Cynthy? Is it possible you agree +with Mrs. Parker? Come, now, answer a question. Was I here two weeks +ago, and did I go and see Maria Parker?" + +"No," murmured Cynthia, her face crimson, her voice almost inaudible. +But Aunt Betsey was too much excited to notice. + +"Jackie," she said, turning to him, "will you answer me a question? Did +I visit you two weeks ago, and did I call upon Mrs. Parker?" + +Jack gave one look at Cynthia, and then, dropping on the grass, rolled +over and over in an ecstasy of mirth. + +"You're in for it now, Miss Cynthia!" he chuckled. + +Miss Betsey drew herself up. + +"You have not answered my questions. Was I here two weeks ago, and did I +call upon Mrs. Parker?" + +"No, no, Aunt Betsey!" shouted Jack. "You weren't! You didn't! Go ahead, +Cynth! Out with it! My eye, I'm glad I'm here and nowhere else! I've +been waiting for this happy day. Now you'll get paid up for fooling me." + +And again he rolled, his long legs beating the air. + +"I think you are mean, Jack, when you were the one that made me go!" +exclaimed Cynthia, indignantly. Then she relapsed into silence. How +could she ever confess to Aunt Betsey? + +Miss Trinkett hastened the climax. + +"I don't know why Jack finds this so amusing. It is not so to my mind; +but if you are quite sure that I was not here, and that I did not call +upon Mrs. Parker, I must ask you to drive down with me at once and state +the facts to her. I cannot have it insinuated that I am no longer +capable of judging for myself, and of knowing what I do and what I don't +do. She actually told me to my face that I was getting childish. What +_would_ Silas say? But I'll never tell him that. I would like to go at +once." + +Alas, there was no help for it. Cynthia must confess. If only Jack had +not been there! + +She rose from the step where she had been sitting, and standing in front +of her little grandaunt she spoke very rapidly. + +"You are right, and so is Mrs. Parker. You weren't here, but I dressed +up and went to see her. I pretended I was you. I found your other +false--I mean your new hair. You left it in the drawer. I looked just +like you, and we thought it would be such fun. I'm awfully sorry, Aunt +Betsey, indeed I am. It wasn't such great fun, after all." + +At first Miss Betsey was speechless. Then she rose in extreme wrath. + +[Illustration: "CYNTHY FRANKLIN, IT IS MORE THAN TIME YOU HAD A +MOTHER."] + +"Cynthy Franklin, it is more than time you had a mother. I never +supposed you could be so--impertinent; yes, impertinent! Made yourself +look like me, indeed, and going to my most intimate friend! Poor Mrs. +Parker. There's no knowing what she might have said, thinking it was I. +And I telling her to-day she was out of her mind, and various other +things I'm distressed to think of. Why, _Cynthy_!" + +"Oh, I'm _so_ sorry," cried Cynthia, bursting into tears. "Do forgive +me, Aunt Betsey." + +"I am not ready to forgive you just yet, and whether I ever will or not +remains to be proved. I am disappointed in you all. Edith going and +shutting herself up when I come, because she doesn't want a step-mother, +and you making fun of an aged aunt--not so very aged either. Why, when +Silas hears this I just dread to think what he'll say. I am going home +at once, Jack. You are the only well-behaved one among them. You may +drive me to the train." + +"Oh, Aunt Betsey, not to-day! Please don't go." + +"I couldn't answer for my tongue if I staid here to-night. I had best go +home and think it out. When I remember all I said to Maria Parker, and +all she said to me, I'm about crazy, just as she said I was." + +And presently she drove away, sitting very stiff and very erect in the +old buggy that had held her prototype two weeks before, and Cynthia was +left in tears, with one more calamity added to her already burdened +soul. + +Why had she ever played a practical joke? If she lived a hundred years +she never would again. + +Edith heard the news of Aunt Betsey's sudden departure in silence, and +Cynthia received no sympathy from her. And very soon it was temporarily +forgotten in preparations for the advent of the bride. + +The day came at last, a beautiful one in June. The house was filled with +lovely flowers which Cynthia had arranged--Edith would have nothing to +do with it--and the supper-table was decked with the finest China and +the old silver service and candelabra of their great-grandmother. + +The servants, who had lived with them so long, could scarcely do their +work. They peered from the kitchen windows for a first sight of their +new mistress, and wondered what she would be like. + +"These are sorry times," said Mary Ann, the old cook, as she wiped her +eyes with the corner of her apron. + +Outside the place had never looked so peacefully lovely. It was late, +and the afternoon sun cast long shadows from the few trees on the lawn. +In the distance the cows were heard lowing at milking-time. At one spot +the river could be seen glinting through the trees, and June roses +filled the air with fragrance. + +All was to the outward eye just as it had always been, summer after +summer, since the Franklins could remember, and yet how different it +really was. + +Jack had gone to the station to meet the travellers. Edith, Cynthia, +Janet, and Willy were waiting on the porch, all in their nicest clothes. +The children had been bribed to keep their hands clean, and up to this +moment they were immaculate. Ben and Chester lay at full length on the +banking in front of the house; they alone did not share the excitement. + +The sound of wheels was heard. + +"They are coming," whispered Cynthia. + +As for Edith, she was voiceless. + +And then the carriage emerged from the trees. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +STORIES IN AMERICAN LITERATURE. + +BY HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT. + +NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. + + +In the old seaport town of Salem, with its quaint houses with their +carved doorways and many windows, with its pretty rose gardens, its +beautiful overshadowing elms, its dingy court-house and celebrated town +pump, Hawthorne passed his early life, his picturesque surroundings +forming a suitable setting to the picture we may call up of the handsome +imaginative boy whose early impressions were afterward to crystallize +into the most beautiful art that America has yet known. Behind the town +stood old Witch Hill, grim and ghastly with the memories of the witches +who had been hanged there in colonial times. In front spread the sea, a +golden argosy of promise, whose wharves and store-rooms held priceless +stores of merchandise. + +[Illustration: ONE OF THE BOY'S FAVORITE OCCUPATIONS.] + +Hawthorne's boyhood was much like that of any other boy in Salem town. +He went to school and to church, loved the sea, and prophesied that he +would go away on it some day and never return, was fond of reading, and +was not averse to a good fight with any of his school-fellows who had, +as he expressed it, "a quarrelsome disposition." He was a healthy, +robust lad, and life seemed a very good thing to him, whether he was +roaming the streets of Salem, sitting idly on the wharves, or at home +stretched on the floor reading one of his favorite authors. As a rule +all boys who have become writers have liked the same books, and +Hawthorne was no exception. When reading, he was living in the magic +world of Shakespeare and Milton, Spenser, Froissart, and _Pilgrim's +Progress_. This last was a great and special favorite with him, its +lofty and beautiful spirit carrying his soul with it into those +spiritual regions which the child mind reverences without understanding. + +For one year of his boyhood he was supremely happy in the life of the +wild regions of Sebago Lake, Maine, where the family moved for a time. +Here, he says, he lived the life of a bird of the air, with no +restraint, and in absolute supreme freedom. In the summer he would take +his gun and spend days in the forest, shooting, fishing, and doing +whatever prompted his vagabond spirit at the moment. In the winter he +would follow the hunters through the snow, or skate till midnight alone +upon the frozen lake, with only the shadows of the hills to keep him +company, and sometimes passing the remainder of the night in a solitary +log cabin, whose hearth would blaze with the burning trunks of the +fallen evergreens. + +He entered Bowdoin in 1821, and had among his fellow-students Henry +Wadsworth Longfellow, Franklin Pierce, afterward President of the United +States, and several others who distinguished themselves in later life. +Long afterward Hawthorne recalls his days at Bowdoin as among the +happiest of his life, and in writing to one of his old college friends +speaks of the charm that lingers around the memory of the place, where +he gathered blueberries in study hours; watched the great logs drifting +down from the lumbering districts above along the current of the +Androscoggin, fished in the forest streams, and shot pigeons and +squirrels at odd hours which ought to have been devoted to the classics. + +[Illustration: NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.] + +After leaving Bowdoin, Hawthorne returned to Salem, where he passed the +next twelve years of his life, and during which he must have marked out +authorship as his profession, as he attempted nothing else. Here he +produced, from time to time, stories and sketches which found their way +to the periodicals of the day, and which won for him a reputation among +other American writers. But it is remarkable that the years which a man +devotes usually to the best work of his life were spent by Hawthorne in +a contented half-dream of what he meant to accomplish later on; for +exquisite as is some of the work produced at this time, it never would +have won for the author the highest place in American literature. These +stories and sketches were collected later on, and published under the +titles _Twice-Told Tales_ and _Snow Image_. They are full of the grace +and beauty of Hawthorne's style, but in speaking of them Hawthorne +himself says that there is in this result of twelve years little to show +for its thought and industry. But whatever may have been the cause of +delay, the promise of his genius was fulfilled at last. In 1850, when +Hawthorne was forty-six years old, appeared his first great romance. In +writing this book Hawthorne had chosen for his subject a picture of old +Puritan times in New England, and out of the tarnished records of the +past he created a work of art of marvellous and imperishable beauty. + +In the days of which he wrote a Puritan town or village was exactly like +a large family bound together by mutual interests, in which the acts of +each life were regarded as affecting the whole community. In this novel +Hawthorne imprisoned forever the spirit of colonial New England, with +all its struggles, hopes, and fears; and the conscience-driven Puritan, +who lived in the new generation only in public records and church +histories, was lifted into the realm of art. + +In Hawthorne's day this grim figure, stalking in the midst of Indian +fights, village pillories, town meetings, witch-burnings, and church +councils, was already a memory. He had drifted into the past with his +steeple-crowned hat and his matchlock. He had left the pleasant New +England farm-lands with their pastures and meadows, hills and valleys +and wild-pine groves, and lurked like a ghost among the old church-yards +and court-houses where his deeds were recorded. + +Hawthorne brought him back to life, rehabilitated him in his old +garments, set him in the midst of his fellow-elders in the church, and +gave him a perfect carnival of trials and worries for conscience' sake. +He made the old Puritan live anew, and never again can his memory become +dim. It is embalmed for all time by the cunning art of this master-hand. + +This first romance, published under the title _The Scarlet Letter_, +revealed both to Hawthorne himself and the world outside the +transcendent power of his genius. + +Hawthorne, when the work was first finished, was in a desperate frame of +mind, because of the little popularity his other books had acquired, and +told his publisher, who saw the first germ of the work, that he did not +know whether the story was very good or very bad. The publisher, +however, perceived at once the unusual quality of the work, prevailed +upon Hawthorne to finish it immediately, and brought it out one year +from that time, and the public, which had become familiar with Hawthorne +as a writer of short stories, now saw that it had been entertaining a +genius unawares. + +Hawthorne's next work, _The House of the Seven Gables_, is a story of +the New England of his own day. Through its pages flit the contrasting +figures that one might find there and nowhere else. The old spinster of +ancient family who is obliged in her latter years to open a toy and +ginger-bread shop, and who never forgets the time when the house with +seven gables was a mansion whose hospitality was honored by all, is a +pathetic picture of disappointed hope and broken-down fortune. So also +her brother, who was imprisoned under a false charge for twenty years, +and who is obliged in his old age to lean upon his sister for support. +The other characters are alike true to life--a life that has almost +disappeared now in the changes of the half-century since its scenes were +made the inspiration of Hawthorne's romance. + +The _House of the Seven Gables_ was followed by two beautiful volumes +for children: _The Wonder-Book_, in which the stories of the Greek myths +are retold, and _Tanglewood Tales_. + +In _The Wonder-Book_ Hawthorne writes as if he were a child himself, so +delicious is the charm that he weaves around these old, old tales. Not +content with the myths, he created little incidents and impossible +characters, which glance in and out with elfin fascination. He feels +that these were the very stories that were told by the centaurs, +fairies, and satyrs themselves in the shadows of those old Grecian +forests. Here we learn that King Midas not only had his palace turned to +gold, but that his own little daughter Marigold, a fancy of Hawthorne's +own, was also converted into the same shilling metal. We are told, too, +the secrets of many a hero and god of this realm of fancy which had been +unsuspected by any other historian of their deeds. No child in reading +_The Wonder-Book_ would doubt for a moment that Hawthorne had obtained +the stories first hand from the living characters, and would easily +believe that he had hobnobbed many a moonlit night with Pan and Bacchus +and other sylvan deities in their vine-covered grottos by the famed +rivers of Greece. This dainty ethereal touch of Hawthorne appears +especially in all his work for children. It is as if he understood and +entered into that mystery which ever surrounds child life and sets it +sacredly apart. It is the same quality, nearly, which gives distinction +to his fourth great novel, in which he is called upon to deal with the +elusive character of a man who is supposed to be a descendant of the old +fauns. We feel that this creation, which is named Donatello, from his +resemblance to the celebrated statue of the Marble Faun by that +sculptor, is not wholly human, and although he has human interests and +feelings, Hawthorne is always a master in treating such a subject as +this. He makes Donatello ashamed of his pointed ears, though his spirit +is as wild and untamed as that of his crude ancestors. In this +book--which takes its name from the statue--_The Marble Faun_, there is +a description of a scene where Donatello, who is by title an Italian +count, joins in a peasant dance around one of the public fountains. And +so vividly is his half-human nature brought out that one feels as if +Hawthorne must have witnessed somewhere the mad revels of the veritable +fauns and satyrs in the days of their life upon the earth. In the whole +development of this story Hawthorne shows the same subtle sympathy with +natures so far out of the commonplace that they seem to belong to +another world. The mystery of such souls having the same charm for him +as the secrets of the earth and air have for the scientist and +philosopher. + +[Illustration: AT BROOK FARM.] + +The book coming between _The House of the Seven Gables_ and _The Marble +Faun_ is called The _Blithedale Romance_. It is founded partly upon a +period of Hawthorne's life when he became a member of a community which +hoped to improve the world by showing that to live healthily, manual +labor must be combined with intellectual pursuits, and that +self-interest and all differences in rank could only be injurious to a +country. This little society of reformers lived in a suburb of Boston, +and called their association Brook Farm. Each member was supposed to +perform some manual labor on the farm or in the house each day, although +hours were set aside for study and intellectual work. Here Hawthorne +ploughed the fields like a farmer boy in the daytime, and in the evening +joined in the amusements, or sat apart while the other members talked +about art and literature and science, danced, sang, or read Shakespeare +aloud. + +Some of the cleverest men and women of New England became members of +this community, the rules of which obliged the men to wear plaid blouses +and rough straw hats, and the women to content themselves with plain +calico gowns. + +This company of serious-minded men and women, who tried to solve a great +problem by leading the lives of Acadian shepherds, at length dispersed, +each one going back into the world and working on as bravely as if the +experiment had been a great success. The record of the life and +experiences of Brook Farm are shadowed forth in _The Blithedale +Romance_, although it is not by any means a literal narrative of its +existence. + +[Illustration: THE OLD MANSE.] + +Hawthorne's early married life was spent at Concord, near Boston, in a +quaint old dwelling called the Manse, and as all his work partakes of +the personal flavor of his own life, so his existence here is recorded +in a delightful series of essays called _Mosses from an Old Manse_. Here +we have a description of the old house itself and of the author's family +life, of the kitchen-garden and apple orchards, of the meadows and +woods, and of his friendship with that lover of nature, Henry Thoreau, +whose writings form a valuable contribution to American literature. The +_Mosses from an Old Manse_ must ever be famous as the history of the +quiet hours of the greatest American man of letters. They are full of +Hawthorne's own personality, and reveal more than any other of his +books, the depth and purity of his poetic and rarely gifted nature. + +In 1853 Hawthorne was appointed American Consul at Liverpool by his old +friend and school-mate Franklin Pierce, then President of the United +States. He remained abroad seven years, spending the last four on the +continent. The results of this experience are found in the celebrated +_Marble Faun_, published in Europe under the title _Transformation_. It +was written in Rome, and it is interesting to know that the story was +partly suggested to Hawthorne by an old villa near Florence which he +occupied with his family. This old villa possessed a moss-covered tower, +"haunted," as Hawthorne said in a letter to a friend, "by owls and by +the ghost of a monk who was confined there in the thirteenth century, +previous to being burnt at the stake in the principal square of +Florence." He also states in the same letter that he meant to put the +old castle bodily in a romance that was then in his head, and he carried +out this threat by making the villa the old family castle of Donatello. + +After Hawthorne returned to America he began two other novels, one +founded upon the old legend of the elixir of life. This story was +probably suggested to him by Thoreau, who spoke of the house in which +Hawthorne lived at Concord, after leaving the old Manse, as having been +the abode, a century or two before, of a man who believed that he should +never die. This subject was a charming one for Hawthorne's peculiar +genius, but the story, with another--the _Dolliver Romance_--was never +completed, the death of Hawthorne in 1864 leaving the work unfinished. + + + + +[Illustration: THE CAMERA CLUB] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of Amateur + Photographers, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any + question on the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should + address Editor Camera Club Department. + + +HOW TO DEVELOP CLOUD PICTURES. + +Pictures taken simply of clouds, without special attention to the +landscape, should be developed very slowly in order to bring out all the +soft shadows, which are lost if the development is hurried. + +Where clouds and landscape have been taken in one picture, the printing +quality of the negative may be made uniform by careful development of +the plate. + +Place the plate in a rather weak developer, and as soon as the outlines +of the landscape begin to appear take it out and place in a dish of +clean water so as to arrest the development. Pour off the developer, put +the plate back in the tray, and finish the plate with brush development. +To do this take a soft camel's-hair brush or a small wad of surgeon's +cotton, dip into the developer, and brush over the part of the plate +which develops more slowly, which will be the landscape. As soon as this +part is nearly developed flood the plate with a weak solution of +developer, increasing it in strength till the sky is fully developed. +Brush development requires a careful hand, but, like any other part of +photography, becomes easy by repeated trials. + +Another way of developing one part of the plate at a time is to take the +plate from the tray as soon as the outlines appear; turn off the +developer, and wash the plate. Put it back in the tray, and tip the tray +so that the sky will be out of the developer, turn in the developer, and +rock the tray gently to and fro, but do not allow any of the developer +to touch the sky until the shadows in the landscape are well out. + +When the shadows are nearly or quite developed flood the whole plate +with the developer. The sky will develop very quickly, and if the +process is carefully watched a fine even-printing negative will be the +result. This plan of development is most successful where the +horizon-line is not too much broken. + +Having once succeeded in catching the clouds, one will never be quite +satisfied with a landscape picture which has a perfectly clear sky. + +We devote a little of our space this week to tell the Camera Club +something about two publications which have been sent to the editor for +inspection, and which are the work of some of the members of our club. + +The first is entitled the _Focus_, a magazine issued by the Niepce +Corresponding Club, and published by Sir Knight Arthur F. Atkinson, of +Sacramento, California. + +The literary matter is typewritten, and the illustrations are, with one +exception, original photographs by members of the Chapter. The first +illustration is a fine platinum print of the first-prize landscape +picture which was published in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, March 26, 1895. +The first article, entitled "Rural Photography," is a most amusing +account of one J. Focus Snapschotte's attempt to take pictures in the +country. The pen and-ink sketch of "Silas" does great credit to the +artist, who we suspect is the publisher of the magazine, as the initials +A. F. A. are the same. + +The other articles are part of a continued story, a description of the +prize landscape, an account of the capital of California, and matters +connected with the club. The photographs do great credit to the members, +and the whole magazine is very nicely arranged and embellished. + +The second magazine is entitled _Hints_, and is published by Sir Knight +George D. Galloway and Sir Knight George Johnson, Jun., of Eau Claire, +Wisconsin. + +As its name indicates, it is intended to help the amateur to do better +work. Its object is stated at the beginning: "This is a practical +periodical, and we know all who see it will say so too. From all the +prints that are here exhibited you will get _hints_, and you will notice +that your work will improve steadily in all respects." + +This magazine is also illustrated with original photographs, among which +we notice one which also appeared in the Camera Club Department a short +time ago. It is by Sir Knight Andrew Phillips, of Nunda, New York, and +is entitled "Knights and Ladies of the Camera Club." + +Both of these publications cannot fail to be helpful to those members +who have the privilege of examining them, for one is sure to learn +something by "exchanging experiences." The Chapters which issue these +magazines have reason to feel very proud of them. + + A correspondent who signs herself "Sweet Marie" asks: 1. How to + prepare the best and cheapest developer. 2. How to make sensitive + paper. 3. How to prepare a polishing solution for ferrotype + plates. 4. How to make a ruby lamp. 5. What is stronger water of + ammonia. 6. What is bromide of ammonia. + + As there are almost as many formulas for developers as there are + amateur photographers, it would be quite impossible to say which + one is the cheapest and best. Sir Knight William C. Davids, of + Rutherford, New Jersey, sends the following formula, which he + recommends very highly. We shall publish in our papers for + beginners several formulas for developing solutions, with prices + of chemicals. + + _Hydroquinon Developer._--Sodium sulphite, 460 grains; sodium + carbonate, 960 grains; hydroquinon, 96 grains; water, 16 ounces. + + 1. Mix and filter before using. In No. 786 will be found a simple + developer for instantaneous pictures. 2. Directions for preparing + sensitive paper will be found in Nos. 786 and 803. 3. Directions + for polishing ferrotype plates will be found in Nos. 797 and 805. + 4. A ruby light for dark-room work may be made by taking a wooden + starch-box, cutting a square hole in the cover, and pasting two + thicknesses of red fabric over the opening. A hole must be made in + one end of the box--which answers for the top of the lantern--to + allow for ventilation. This must be shielded so as to prevent the + escape of actinic rays. This may be done by pieces of tin bent so + that air can enter, but no white light escape. A candle should be + used with this style of lantern. 5. Ammonia in its pure state is a + gas which combines readily with water, water taking up of the gas + five hundred times its own volume. This is liquid ammonia, or + stronger water of ammonia. By diluting it with water it becomes + the spirits of hartshorn, or ammonia water. 6. Bromide of ammonia + is formed in the simplest manner by the addition of bromine to + water of ammonia. It is very useful in photographic work. It gives + great sensitiveness to gelatine and collodion emulsions--combined + with pyro for a developer it prevents fog--and is employed in the + preparation of sensitive papers. + + + + +[Illustration: THE PUDDING STICK] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of Girls and Young + Women, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question on + the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should address + Editor. + + +Lillie M---- came to see me yesterday, and after she had gone, Maria +G----, who was putting a new braid on my second-best gown, said: + +"That Miss Lillie uses very nice perfumery. It's so faint and fine, not +anything you can smell a long way off, but something which makes you +think of roses or violets when she passes you on the street. How does +she manage it?" + +Maria G---- likes perfumes, but does not know how to use them. + +"Not by putting cologne on her handkerchief," I answered, decidedly. +"Nobody should carry about scents poured on their garments." I had to +say this. + +Perfumes are used sparingly by elegant people, yet a touch, a vague +sense of fragrance, does add something of daintiness to a girl's +toilette. It is right for you to have perfumes about you if you love +them. + +Fresh rose-leaves thrown into your bureau drawers and scattered in the +boxes where you keep your laces and handkerchiefs, and sprigs of +lavender or lemon verbena left there to dry will impart a pleasant +sweetness to whatever lies among them. Orris-root powder in little +sachet bags of China silk, or strewn lightly between folds of +tissue-paper, will give to your clothing in closet or wardrobe a +delightful faint odor of violet. If you use delicate soap with a sweet +clean perfume, not of musk or anything strong and pronounced, and put a +few drops of alcohol or ammonia in the water when you bathe, you need +not be afraid of any unfavorable comment on your daintiness. Perfect +cleanliness is always dainty. Soil and stain, dust and dirt, are never +anything but repulsive. + +Rose-leaves pulled from the perfect flower and laid in your box of +note-paper when they are fresh will dry there, and insure your sending +to your friends notes which will associate you with fragrance. There is +an exquisite perfume in dried roses. + +How do you seal your letters, by-the-way? I hope you have at hand a bit +of sponge and a tiny glass of water with which to moisten the mucilage +on the flap of your envelope. Better still is a little glass cylinder in +a glass jar, a very ornamental and thoroughly clean affair, which can be +procured at any stationer's. The glass jar holds water. You turn the +cylinder, and on its wet surface place your envelope. Postage stamps may +be moistened in the same way. + +When friends call, on these very sultry days, you offer them fans, do +you not, and, if they wish it, a glass of cold water or lemonade? +Palm-leaf or Japanese fans should be in every room in profusion during +the summer solstice. When fans are broken at the edges renew them by a +ribbon binding, and tie a jaunty bow on the handle. Very few things +should be thrown aside as useless. While an article can be mended or +renovated it is worth keeping, and a thrifty person never discards a +household implement of any kind until she is convinced that it is worn +out. + +Ribbon plays an important part in decoration. A bow on the corner of +mamma's sewing-chair, on the dressing-glass which hangs over the table, +on the little birthday package you send your friend, gives each a sort +of gala look. The plainest furniture in the plainest bedroom may be +brightened and made attractive by good taste, a few yards of cheap +netting or lace, and the judicious use of ribbon. Clever fingers can +accomplish wonders with very little money. + +A girl showed me one day a beautiful sewing-chair, white and gold as to +frame-work, and cushioned with a lovely chintz, a white ground thickly +sprinkled with daisies. + +"There!" she said. "Mamma gave me permission to use anything I could +find in our attic, and I hunted around till I came across this chair. +Such a fright! It was dingy and broken, and fit for nothing but +firewood. Look at it now. Two coats of white paint, some gilding, and +this lovely cushion, and then this ravishing frill and box of yellow +satin ribbon! Isn't it a triumph?" + +I said, very sincerely, that I thought it was. + +Bertha wishes me to tell her why lemonade is not always the rich +refreshing drink it should be. Well, Bertha, everybody does not know how +to make lemonade. I squeeze my lemons in a glass lemon-squeezer, mix in +my granulated sugar with a lavish hand, and add the thinly pared rind of +a lemon, dropping it in in circular strips. On this I pour boiling +water, setting it by to cool, and, when cold, putting it away in the +refrigerator. Then when served I add a strawberry, or a bit of sliced +orange or banana, and some pounded ice, and the lemonade is delicious. + +[Illustration: Signature] + + + + +WHIPPOORWILL. + + + Unseen in the thicket a lone little bird + Cries over and over the sorrowful word, + Till the children, whose sweet lisping prayers have been said, + Turn over, half waking, and call from their bed, + "Do make that bird stop calling down from the hill + His mournful old story, Whip, whip, oh! poor Will." + + What could Will have done in the days long ago + That this bird's great-grandfather hated him so? + Did he rifle a nest, did he climb up a tree, + Did he meddle where he had no business to be?-- + When we find out, dear children, what 'twas Katy did, + The secret with those funny wood gossips hid, + We are likely, and not before then, to discover + The rune that the poor little songster runs over, + Who, hour by hour, up there on the hill, + Calls mournfully, urgently, Oh! whip poor Will. + + + + +MODERN WHALING. + + +It is natural enough that the Norwegians should be the most expert +people in capturing whales. They live in their cold country up near the +best whaling-grounds in the world, except, perhaps, the regions about +the northern part of Alaska. For centuries the old Norsemen have been +good whalers and famous at throwing the harpoon, but it was left for a +famous, perhaps the most famous, whaler the world has known to discover +a weapon which made the old hand-thrown harpoon a back number. The man +was a Norwegian called Svend Foyn, and an account of his life would make +an interesting and exciting story of adventures, escapes, dangers, and +finally riches. + +Old Svend, who died not long ago at an advanced age, was a cabin-boy +when he was eleven years old, and did not have enough money to keep him +ashore a month. He used to sail in different kinds of vessels in his +early days, keeping his eyes open, and watching to learn what there was +for a cabin-boy to learn. This was in 1820. Gradually, as he grew older, +he began to save a few krone here and there, and when he came ashore +after a long trip he would take as much of his wages as he could +possibly spare and put them in the bank at home in Joensberg. But it was +slow work, and he was little more than a cabin-boy in 1845, except that +he was thirty-six years old and had a neat little sum in the bank. Then +the idea came to him to buy a little vessel of his own, and try to make +for himself the profits he saw others making out of his own and other +men's services. + +He scraped together all he had or could raise, and bought a brig, and in +a very short time he had made a big catch of seals in the north, and had +$20,000 in the bank, besides the brig in the water. Svend seems to have +had all the shrewdness for which Norwegians have long been famous, and +much of the daring and self-reliance of the same great race. For he +started in 1863, with a little steamer which he had bought, to the +whaling-grounds, and tried to harpoon whales. + +This did not seem to succeed very well, and he made up his mind that +spearing whales with a harpoon thrown by the hand of man was a doubtful +thing. He went to work, therefore, to think of something more powerful +and more certain in its aim than a man's arm, with the result that he +invented a harpoon which was fired from a gun, and which carried along +with it a shell that exploded inside the whale's vitals and almost +invariably killed it at once. This harpoon-gun is now used all over the +world, and has made whaling a wonderfully profitable business. + +[Illustration: THE MODERN HARPOON AND WHALE BOAT] + +The gun is placed in the bows of small steamers built especially for the +purpose, and is aimed and fired much as any other gun. When a whale is +sighted the craft is steered in its direction, and moves silently up +behind the big monster as he lies on the water taking long breaths or +resting. When the bow is within about twenty or thirty yards of the +whale the gunner takes careful aim at his most vital parts, and fires +the harpoon and shell combination, which is, of course, attached to the +vessel by a long line, just as in the case of the old harpoon. The spear +goes deep into the whale, but the moment he rushes forward or turns +flukes he tightens the line, and the end of the spear is therefore +pulled out behind. This acts on the flukes of the harpoon in such a way +that they are pulled out and catch in the flesh of the whale, as shown +in the accompanying illustration, and he cannot therefore get away. + +But besides this, the flukes, in thrusting themselves out, break a +little glass tube inside a shell, which can be seen in the illustration +just ahead of the flukes. In this tube there is an acid, and outside the +tube but still inside the shell is another acid. When the glass is +broken and the acid inside mingles with the other, they chemically form +a third substance, which is a remarkably explosive gas that expands so +very quickly and to such enormous proportions that the shell bursts and +explodes inside the whale. If the poor beast is not killed at once, he +is so severely wounded that he is soon captured and hauled alongside the +steamer. + +Sometimes, however, the harpoon does not penetrate far enough or fails +to hit a vital part, and then the explosion only wounds the whale +slightly and angers him. At such times there is a long and a hard chase +in which the steamer is hauled through the water at thirty miles an hour +for different lengths of time. Svend tells a story of being so towed by +an enormous whale for ten hours at more than twenty-eight miles an hour +up against a hard gale of wind. At the end of that time, as the whale +did not seem to get tired, and as the steamer still held together, the +cable attached to the harpoon broke, and the whale disappeared. + +There is a good deal of danger connected with this modern harpooning +other than the usual danger of the dying "flurry" of the whale and the +long tows that may result if he is not killed at once. This danger has +proved very real in several instances. Occasionally, for one of a +thousand reasons, the shell does not explode in the whale. Perhaps the +harpoon does not pull back and break the little glass tube, or there may +not be sufficient strain put on the rope to break the glass, or the +whale may be killed by the force of the harpoon alone, and not live long +enough to struggle and explode it. In such cases, and they have occurred +occasionally, when the whale is hauled alongside, the harpoon, in being +withdrawn, may cause the shell to explode, when a great deal of havoc +results. On more than one occasion the side for many feet of the +steamer's length has been blown out, and the steamer, of course, sunk. +So that whaling in modern days, while it may be more paying, is not by +any means less dangerous than formerly. + +This kind of harpooning, or something on the same general plan, is +coming into general use, and the result is that the whale is fast being +killed off, for the big fish are being demolished in enormous quantities +compared with what men were able to do with the hand harpoon before its +introduction. + +Svend Foyn made an immense fortune out of his invention, for he patented +it in many countries, and fitted out a fleet of small steamers himself; +and then, when he had become rich, he did what most men would not have +done. He founded many asylums, hospitals, education and charitable +institutions, and used his fortune to help mankind in general and his +own countrymen in particular. + + + + +[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT] + + +At last I have the much-needed space to answer the many questions that +have been pouring in for some time past, and also the discussion of a +number of interesting subjects that are unfortunately shut out during +the season of active interscholastic contests. These will resume in +August with the tennis tournament at Newport, followed by the opening of +the football season everywhere. + +What I want to speak of principally this week is 'cross-country running. +It is a branch of sport that receives far too little attention from +school and college athletes in this country, yet is one of the oldest, +simplest, and healthiest pastimes on the calendar. In England it has +been popular for years, where there are a number of 'cross-country +running clubs of long standing, but in America we have known the sport +scarcely twenty years, and not very intimately at that. It was first +introduced to us in 1878 by some members of the old Harlem Athletic +Club, their first paper-chase being held on Thanksgiving day of that +year. The American Athletic Club then took it up, and later, in 1883, +the New York Athletic Club held a race for the individual championship +of the United States. The sport became firmly established in 1887 with +the organization of the National 'Cross-Country Association of America. +This is a very brief history of the sport; but it is brief of necessity, +for 'cross-country running is still in its youth. + +There are two kinds of 'cross-country running--the paper-chase, +sometimes called hare and hounds, and the club run over a fixed course. +In the former there should be two "hares," a "master of the hounds," and +two "whips." The hares carry a bag of paper torn up into small bits, and +it is their duty with this paper to lay a fair and continuous trail from +start to finish, except in the case of the break for home. The master of +the hounds runs with the pack, and has full control of it. In other +words, he is the captain. He sets the pace, or, if he chooses, he can +appoint any other hound to do so. It is usual to travel no faster than +the slowest runner in the pack. The whips are chosen from among the +strongest runners, because it is their duty to run with the hounds, and +to keep laggards up with the bunch, or assist those who become seized +with the idea that they cannot move another step. These five men are, so +to speak, the officers of the chase. There may be any number of hounds. + +The hares are usually allowed from five to ten minutes' start of the +pack, and as soon as they get out of sight they begin to lay the trail. +They choose their own course, but they are not allowed to double on +their track, and they must themselves surmount all obstacles over which +they lay the trail. They may cross fordable streams only, and must +always run within hailing distance of each other. With the hounds the +master takes the lead, following the trail, and the pack is supposed to +keep back of him until the break for home is ordered. The break is +usually made about a mile from home. It should never be started at a +greater distance than that, because it is generally a hard sprint all +the way. The point from which the break begins is indicated, as a rule, +by the hares' dropping the bag in which they have been carrying the +paper, or by scattering several handfuls of paper different in color +from that which has been used to lay the trail. As soon as the break is +ordered the pack gives up all formation, and each man runs at his best +speed. If at any time during a chase the pack catches sight of the +hares, it may not make directly for them, but must follow the trail, +thus covering the same ground gone over by the hares. It frequently +happens in an open country that the hounds are actually within a few +hundred yards of the hares, but perhaps half a mile behind them along +the trail. Such an occurrence always adds excitement to a run. + +It is advisable for the hares, the day before a run is to be held, to +get together and lay out in a general way the course they intend to +follow. A great deal of the pleasure and interest, as well as the +benefit in a run, depends upon this. The more varied the course the less +tiresome will be the chase. Try to select one that will pass over hills +and through woods, with occasionally a short run along a flat road for a +rest. To add to the excitement, lay your course across a few streams +that have to be jumped or waded. If a runner falls into the water, his +ducking will do him no harm if he keeps on exercising and gets a good +rub-down when he reaches home. The pace going up hill should never be +more rapid than a slow jog-trot; but running down, take advantage of the +incline and hit the pace up as fast as you choose. This will make up for +all the time lost in the ascent. + +The length of the course should be determined by the strength and +proficiency of the runners. It is bad to attempt to indulge in long runs +at first. I would advise those who intend to take up 'cross-country +running this fall--for the autumn is the prime season for that sport--to +practise trotting a mile or two once or twice a week between now and +then, just to get the muscles hardened. Don't do too much running in the +summer, because the air is not so bracing then and the heat causes evil +results. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas, after the football season, +when there is nothing particular going on, before the snow has come, and +while the roads are hard and the hills at their best, then is the time +for 'cross-country running. Then, if you are in good condition, you can +have a chase of five or eight miles that will make you feel like a +fighting-cock, and will not stiffen you up the next day. It is far +better to make two or three short runs in various sections each week, +rather than to make one long run once a week--a long run that leaves you +aching and sore. + +The club run is very much like the paper-chase, except that no scent is +laid. It is more of a race among individuals. A course is laid out +across country by means of stakes with flags nailed to them, and the +runners must follow this as faithfully as they would a paper trail. The +rules for this kind of run are the same as for the chase. There are, of +course, a great many minor regulations which it is impossible to set +down here; but, after all, unless you want to go into the sport +scientifically, or to get up contests for prizes, the fewer rules you +have the better. Let common-sense be your guide, and you will be pretty +sure to come out all right in the end. + +As to the outfit required for 'cross-country running, little needs to be +said. Every runner has his own views about what suits him best. In runs +for exercise, knicker-bockers, stout shoes, heavy woollen stockings, and +a flannel shirt are usually worn. The stockings should be heavy, so as +to resist being torn by thorns and briars, and the sleeves of the shirt +ought to be of a good length for the same reason. In club runs, experts +who are in for making the greatest possible speed sometimes wear light +shirts with no sleeves, and regular running shoes without any stockings. +They reach home with their arms and legs scratched and torn from contact +with bushes and twigs, and their knees bruised from climbing over stone +walls. This sort of thing may be all very well for those who make labor +of their recreation, but it does not pay for the amateur sportsman. Be +contented with getting exercise, and let others look after the records. + +While speaking of 'cross-country running, it is interesting to recall +the greatest race of the kind that ever occurred in this country. It was +in the early days of the sport, at the time when those athletic clubs +which had teams of 'cross-country runners each wanted to be regarded as +the best exponent of the sport. The race was a club run over a marked +course, and was held at Fleetwood Park. The Suburban Harriers had made +quite a reputation for themselves as 'cross-country runners, their star +man being E. C. Carter. The Manhattan Athletic Club also had a team of +'cross-country men, and felt jealous of their rival's fame. They +therefore brought over from Ireland a famous 'cross-country runner, who +has since become well known in American sport, Thomas P. Conneff, and +challenged the Suburban Harriers. They felt all the more confident of +victory because their imported runner had defeated Carter in a four-mile +race in Dublin a few months before. + +The race started with about seventy competitors, but Carter and Conneff +soon drew out of the bunch, and pulled rapidly away from the others. The +spectators paid little attention to this crowd; their interest was +centred in the duel between the two cracks. Conneff let Carter take the +lead and set the pace, and he followed along at his heels. It was plain +that he had made up his mind to dog his rival, and to depend upon a +burst of speed at the finish to win. Carter, on the other hand, seems to +have determined to outrun his opponent all the way, if possible--to lead +him such a hard chase that there would be no speed left in him at the +finish. Over the entire course the two men retained their respective +distances and positions. The field was soon left far in the rear. At +last they entered on the final mile around the Fleetwood track. Both men +looked wearied by their hard run, but it was impossible to judge even +then which must win in the end. They travelled half-way around the +track, and then had to pass behind a low hillock, which hid them from +the sight of the spectators. All were watching with the greatest +excitement the spot where the track again came into view. Carter came +out from behind the elevation trotting doggedly on. All looked for +Conneff, but Conneff was not to be seen. The gap behind Carter widened, +and Conneff came not. Ho had done his best; but he was not strong +enough, and he had gone to pieces. He had dropped to the ground back of +the hill, unable to move another step. + +A big race, such as that, is most exciting; but just as much sport can +be had by less able runners. Several of the colleges, notably Harvard +and Yale, have hare and hounds in the fall--although I do not believe +there were ever any inter-collegiate contests in that branch of sport. +If the schools should take it up in New York or Boston, the men would +soon find that these runs out into the country are worth the trouble, +and full of living interest. Fancy trotting across Long Island, or +through Westchester, or up the Hudson, or out beyond Cambridge, if you +live in Boston, and through all that delightful Massachusetts country +where the British first introduced 'cross-country running about 120 +years ago. + +Since writing about the scoring of games and the arrangement of tennis +tournaments last week, I have been asked to tell of a good system of +drawings. The easiest and fairest way is to write the name of every +player on a separate slip of paper, and drop these into a hat. Shake the +slips well, so that they will get thoroughly mixed, then draw them out +one by one, writing down each name as it appears. The names, of course, +are written down the page in a column, one under the other. If there are +several men from the same club entered for the tournament, it is best to +make the drawing from several hats, placing all the names of players +from one club in the same hat. This prevents them from coming together +in the early rounds of the tournament. The idea is to arrange the +players in the first round so that they will form a group of 2, 4, 8, +16, or any power of 2. When there is an odd number of entries a +preliminary round must be introduced, in which the extra players contest +for a place in the first round. + +This arranges matters so that in the preliminary round the number of +matches played will always equal the number of extra entries. Perhaps +the following diagram, which was gotten up by Dr. James Dwight, will +make the question a little more clear: + + A bye } ____ + B bye } } + } + C } ____ } } ____ + D } ____ } } } + } } } + E } ____ } ____ } } + F } ____ } } Winner. + } + G } ____ } } + H } } ____ } + I bye } } } + } ____ } + J bye } ____ } + K bye } + +The byes, or positions in the first round, are usually given to those +whose names come out of the hat first and last. If the number of byes is +uneven, the odd one goes to the first. + +The Interscholastic Tennis Tournament will no doubt be held this year +during the first week of the single championships at Newport. This +begins Tuesday, August 20th, and so the school-players will no doubt get +on to the courts about Friday or Saturday following. From present +indications the Interscholastics this year will be one of the important +features of tournament week, and better players will represent the +schools than ever before. More men have already entered than for any +previous Newport interscholastic tournament, and several cracks have not +yet been heard from. + +As in matters of this kind generally, I believe that players should +always be well supported by their adherents. As many scholars as +possible should make it a point to be at Newport when the tournament is +going on to cheer the scholastic players. If the tennis men feel that +their own friends and classmates are as much interested in their +individual work as if they were a football team or a baseball team, they +will surely strive harder and accomplish more. + +In spite of the fact that we are in the middle of the summer, with the +track-athletic season several weeks behind us, the interest in the +formation of a general interscholastic athletic association seems to be +just as lively as ever. I judge this from the number of letters I +receive every week. Some of these letters are short, approving the +scheme, and hoping for its fulfilment; others are long, suggesting new +ideas, or taking exception to theories that have already been advanced. +All are interesting, and many have offered valuable suggestions. I +should like to print some of these communications, and, no doubt, some +time during the coming month the Department will be able to devote some +space to that purpose. + +The summer-time is not the best for a discussion of this kind, and for +that reason I have felt somewhat inclined to let the matter drop for the +present. It is not desirable that it should drop out of sight +altogether, however--although there is scant danger of that--and so, +even without any hope of achieving an immediate result, I shall now and +then take up the subject. A number of readers in various localities have +sent me pictures of the tracks in their neighborhood, and descriptions +of the good points of each. It will be interesting when all counties are +heard from to compare notes, and see what suggestions can be made to the +committee that will have the question of locality to decide. There seems +to be a growing opinion that New York would be the best city in which to +hold the meeting, not only on account of the good tracks available here, +but because there are better facilities for transportation to and from +and within the city, and also because there are more well-known athletes +and officials here whose services could be availed of. To my great +surprise, few of the distant leagues find any objection to travelling +any number of hours, in view of the great meet there would be after they +reached their destination. + + THE GRADUATE. + + + + +PRIZE-STORY COMPETITION. + +THIRD-PRIZE STORY. + +The Beverley Ghost. By Jenny Mae Blakeslee. + + +I. + +The old Beverley place was haunted. At least that is what everybody +said, and when "everybody" says a thing is so of course it _is_ so, +especially in a little town like Elliston. + +There certainly was a singular melancholy air brooding over this old +mansion, although it had been deserted only for about five years. The +heir to the property, young Henry Beverley, had gone abroad on the death +of his father, leaving the place unoccupied, and his stay had been +unexpectedly prolonged. + +The house was a stately structure of stone, and would seem a safe place +in which to store the valuables that, according to rumor, had been left +there--old family plate, rich mahogany furniture, and costly +bric-a-brac. Reports of all this had aroused the spirit of covetousness +in the breasts of at least the less scrupulous of the neighboring +villagers. A rumor, however, that the late Mr. Beverley's shade made +nightly visitations to guard his son's possessions had probably so far +kept away these would-be burglars, if such existed. + +Farmer Bagstock stood, one August afternoon, in the doorway of Mr. +Smythe's little store--one of the kind that keeps the whole range of +necessities from muslin to mowing-machines. His thin sawlike features +wore an expectant expression, and his eyes were lightened by a look of +cunning and greed as he occasionally glanced down the road. Farmer +Bagstock was not rich in this world's goods, and the nature of his +efforts to become so might, it is feared, damage his prospects in the +next. His patient waiting was at last rewarded, for a long lank figure +presently appeared far down the street, evidently making for Mr. +Smythe's establishment. + +When this individual, known as Hoke Simpkins, mounted the steps the +farmer greeted him in a rather surly way. + +"Ben waitin' long enough, I should think." + +"Couldn't git here no sooner, 'pon my word," responded Hoke, +apologetically. + +After a word or two with the talkative storekeeper, Bagstock bestowed a +wink upon his friend, and suggested that they "walk down the road a +piece." Hoke complied, and presently they left the highway and entered a +small piece of woodland. Following the course of a brook for some +distance, they reached an immense oak-tree and seated themselves +underneath it. The surrounding underbrush and the oak's thick trunk +concealed them from the view of any one who might chance to pass along +by the stream. + + +II. + +A short time before this, James Stokes, one of the village boys, came +down to the brook to try his luck at trout-fishing. The afternoon was +sultry and rather cloudy, and it was probable that the fish would bite, +if there were any there. But these contrary trout evidently turned up +their noses at his tempting flies, and at last he gave up in despair. +But Jimmy would not relinquish all hope of a "catch" yet, so he wandered +further up the stream. He walked quite noiselessly for fear of scaring +the fish, and at last halted just back of a large oak-tree. Before he +had had time to cast his fly Jimmy heard the sound of men's voices +speaking in low and cautious tones. Now he was a typical small boy, and +of a shrewd and inquiring turn of mind, so he dropped quietly down on +the bank and listened, screening himself from possible observation by +getting behind a large stump. Soon he caught a sentence which made him +hold his breath to hear more. + +"Waal," slowly said a voice which he could not at first recognize, "the +only thing is, we'll haf ter break a winder. I found everythin' fastened +when I skirmished round t'other night." + +"It 'ud make an awful racket, breakin' the glass. 'Twould be better to +take a pane out, I reckon," answered the other man. + +Jimmy was quite certain that this speaker was Hoke Simpkins. + +"Yaas, it might," said the other, meditatively; "that big winder at the +end of the hall." + +"Folks say there's piles o' silver and things worth a heap o' money. How +I'd like to get holt on it!" + +And Jimmy knew that Farmer Bagstock had spoken. + +"Don't see why we can't cut out a pane right under the ketch. Then we +c'n raise the winder in a jiffy." + +"Waal, it might do that way," answered Bagstock. "What d'ye say to next +Monday night? That ain't too soon, be it?" + +Hoke said he thought not. + +"Then," went on the farmer, "we want dark lanterns, and," with a +chuckle, "I don't think an old meal-bag or flour-sack 'u'd be onhandy. +We could git there about nine, cut the pane aout, then go off fur a +spell, fur if any one was a-lookin' it 'u'd throw 'em off the scent. +After a consid'able space we could sneak back and git in. Thar, how's +that for a scheme?" he finished, triumphantly. + +"Fine," said Hoke, admiringly. But he added, rather slowly, "Folks say +old Beverley's spook's around there, y'know, but I ain't afraid, be +you?" + +"Spooks!" laughed Bagstock, scornfully. "They ain't no sech thing. Ef +there was, they couldn't hurt _us_." + +Both were rather silent for a moment, however, after this brave speech, +and soon the farmer suggested that they had said enough for the present, +and might as well move on. They rose to leave their retreat, and Jimmy +made himself as small as possible back of the stump. As he was on the +other side of the brook from the men, they passed by without seeing him, +and were presently lost to his view. + +Then Jimmy rose to his feet, shook himself, looked around, and gave vent +to his feelings by a long whistle and the exclamation, "Jiminy Chrismus, +if I could only--" + +He stopped short, seeming to remember that "discretion is the better +part of valor," and that some one might be listening to hear what _he_ +was going to say. So he only walked away very slowly, almost forgetting +to pick up his fishing-tackle in his absorption. On arriving home he +laid his rod on the front porch, and without lingering a moment, dashed +across the lawn, got through a hole in the fence, and then raced across +lots to the village store. He encountered his bosom friend Will Smythe +in front of his father's establishment, and greeted him excitedly. + +"Hullo, Bill! I've got something to tell you. Quick! Come over to the +orchard; I can't wait a minute." + +Full of curiosity Bill followed Jimmy's lead, and they were soon in +their favorite haunt, an old apple-tree. + +"Now," said Jiminy, "wait till you hear what I have to tell you. Whew! +It's immense!" + +Billy was breathless with interest, and Jim unfolded the plot he had +heard. Will became as excited as his friend could wish, and exclaimed: + +"The scoundrels! Can't we head them off?" + +"If we could only hit on something without letting any one know. That +miserly Bagstock! Father always said he wouldn't trust him with a dime, +and Hoke Simpkins would do anything Bagstock told him to. He's a coward, +anyway." + +Billy was lost, in thought. Suddenly he exclaimed: "Hurrah! I have it. +Just the thing." In his eagerness he nearly fell out of the tree. When +he had managed to tell his plan it met with tremendous applause from +Jimmy. What came of Will's bold inspiration remains to be seen. + + +III. + +Monday evening was moonless, just the night for a reckless deed. The +conspirators thought that they were especially favored. By nine both +were at the meeting-place, and repaired in silence to the old house. The +night was one of the kind that ghosts usually select for a promenade, +and this thought may have occurred to the minds of the farmer and Hoke. +Each assured himself that such an idea was nonsense, but just the same +this delicate subject was not mentioned. + +The window being found, Bagstock proceeded to pry out the pane. Then +both, after glancing cautiously about, stole away to Simpkins's house, +which was not far distant. It was fully an hour before they returned and +viewed the window. All was as they had left it, and Bagstock said, in a +hoarse whisper, + +"Now, then, you climb in first." + +Hoke drew back a little. The house, somehow, looked unusually dismal. + +"What, you ain't afraid, be you?" ejaculated the farmer. + +Hoke said. "Of course not," but for some unaccountable reason his voice +shook slightly. He consented to be boosted up, and inserting his hand in +the opening, easily undid the catch and raised the lower sash. Both of +them would have been seized with consternation had they imagined that +but a short time before other hands than their own had made the same use +of this very window. + +Now, Hoke was an awkward youth, and in climbing over the sill his foot +caught, which very shortly deposited him on the floor. This mishap added +to his misgivings, but he picked himself up and helped in the impatient +Bagstock. They were now inside the walls which sheltered the coveted +treasure. What to do next? + +With the aid of their dark lanterns they groped along the hall, which +ran from front to back, as in most old houses built in the colonial +style. Poor Hoke found his knees beginning to shake in a distressing +manner. Any corner might suddenly reveal something to strike them with +terror. If he had not discarded his hat before entering it would have +been at present resting on the ends of his abundant crop of hair. He was +obliged to catch hold of the farmer to steady himself, which called +forth a growl from that quarter, for Bagstock was having all he could do +to stifle some little misgivings of his own. + +"Where the dickens," he muttered, "can the things--" + +He stopped suddenly. The hall was wide as well as long, and they had now +nearly reached the front end. At one side stood a large heavy chest, +suggestive of riches stored, perhaps, in its depths. Near it was a heap +of furniture and rubbish. Bagstock had taken a step forward, and almost +had his hand on the chest, when his lantern flashed on something. This +"something" made his knees shake more, his hair rise higher, and his +eyes bulge out further than Hoke's ever thought of doing. Seated on that +very chest was an object in white, perfectly motionless, its head +evidently turned toward the men. The farmer was transfixed with horror, +and what Hoke was undergoing at that moment may be imagined but not +described. He only gave vent to a kind of howl and dropped with a thud +on the floor. Bagstock looked as though his shaky knees would oblige him +to follow Hoke's example, when suddenly the figure moved. It rose +slowly, slowly, to its full height, raised one long arm, and pointing to +the chest, said, in low, blood-curdling tones: + +"_Yonder lies the treasure. Beware! Touch it not, or ye die!_" + +They waited to hear no more. Somehow they reached that window by a +succession of bumpings and scrapings, and finally, with a particularly +heavy and emphatic thump, Hoke found himself on the ground. Before he +could struggle up the farmer was on top of him. After they had +extricated themselves it did not take long for both to put a good +half-mile between themselves and the haunted house. + +A rumor that two men had attempted to burglarize the Beverley house, but +had been nearly frightened out of their wits by the famous ghost, and +taken themselves off in terror, caused much excitement in the village. +The names of the two men no one seemed able to find out, but Bill Smythe +and James Stokes had many a laugh in private over the sheepish look +which the faces of Farmer Bagstock and Hoke Simpkins always wore when +the subject of the burglary was mentioned. + + * * * * * + +YOUNG MOTHERS + +should early learn the necessity of keeping on hand a supply of Gail +Borden Eagle Brand Condensed Milk for nursing babies as well as for +general cooking. It has stood the test for 30 years, and its value is +recognized.--[_Adv._] + + + + +ADVERTISEMENTS. + + + + +Highest of all in Leavening Power.--Latest U. S. Gov't Report. + +[Illustration: Royal Baking Powder] + + + + +[Illustration: If afflicted with SORE EYES USE Dr. ISAAC THOMPSON'S EYE +WATER] + + + + +HARPER'S NEW CATALOGUE, + +Thoroughly revised, classified, and indexed, will be sent by mail to any +address on receipt of ten cents. + + + + +[Illustration: BICYCLING] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of Bicyclers, and the + Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the subject. Our + maps and tours contain much valuable data kindly supplied from the + official maps and road-books of the League of American Wheelmen. + Recognizing the value of the work being done by the L. A. W., the + Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership + blanks and information so far as possible. + + +[Illustration: Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers.] + +In No. 812 we published a map of Staten Island, showing the run across +the Island to Tottenville. It was a route which we then called attention +to as a good short ride within the reach of any New-Yorker for a Sunday +afternoon or a holiday spin. This bicycle route from St. George's to +Tottenville is also, however, the first stage in a run to Philadelphia, +which in many ways is as pleasant a tour as any one in the vicinity of +New York city or Philadelphia could well take. + +The Map this week takes up the route from Tottenville and carries it on +to Trenton, New Jersey, a distance of thirty-five or thirty-six miles. +As a matter of fact, if you are planning to take the Philadelphia tour, +it is wise to make a night stop at New Brunswick instead of Tottenville. +Then, by stopping at Trenton the next night, the third day will bring +you into Philadelphia. As has often been said in this Department, these +distances are not for "scorchers" or old and long-distance riders. They +are for people--young people especially--who are riding for the fun of +riding, and who will find much more amusement if they take the runs +which have been proved to be the best in their vicinity. And, +by-the-way, no readers need be angry because the maps so far have been +all in the vicinity of New York. As time goes on it is our purpose to +treat the neighborhood of Philadelphia and Boston as we have treated New +York, and then to cover territory in the vicinity of other cities also. + +This run to Philadelphia can be made in one day by a good man. It can be +done in two days with less than fifty miles each day; but if you are +wise, and if you want to see the country, and get some pleasure out of +the ride, do it slowly and take three days. Crossing the ferry at +Tottenville, Staten Island, you run out of Perth Amboy direct, bearing +right in a diagonal fashion one block. This will bring you in a short +time to the Metuchen road, and this should be kept to for about four +miles beyond Perth Amboy. Here, instead of keeping on into Metuchen, you +will save distance and get a better road by turning to the left to +Woodville, and then running through Bonhamton, Piscataway, into New +Brunswick. This is about twenty-six miles from St. George's, and a good +place to stop for the night is the Palmer House. Running out of New +Brunswick you cross the bridge, and, passing out Albany Street, turn to +the left and go through Franklin Park, Bunker Hill, into Kingston; +thence, crossing the bridge, keep to the left, and run on into +Princeton, where a pleasant stop may be made at the Princeton Inn. From +New Brunswick to Kingston is largely down hill and is thirteen miles, +and from thence to Princeton is three miles further. + +From Princeton to Trenton is thirteen miles, the road being of clay and +shale, and pretty good if not too wet. Keeping to the road running along +in front of the Princeton Inn the rider runs into Lawrenceville, about +five miles out, and from here he makes direct for the old Trenton +Turnpike. Turning left into this his road is straight to Trenton, a +distance of six miles from Lawrenceville and twenty-nine miles from New +Brunswick, the road being on the whole a gentle decline all the way, +with occasional small but no bad hills. + + NOTE.--Map of New York city asphalted streets in No. 809. Map of + route from New York to Tarrytown in No. 810. New York to Stamford, + Connecticut, in No. 811. New York to Staten Island in No. 812. New + Jersey from Hoboken to Pine Brook in No. 813. Brooklyn in No. 814. + Brooklyn to Babylon in No. 815. Brooklyn to Northport in No. 816. + Tarrytown to Poughkeepsie in No. 817. Poughkeepsie to Hudson in + No. 818. 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Full contents of the Eight Numbers, with +Specimen Pages of favorite Songs and Hymns sent by Harper & Brothers, +New York, to any address. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Suggestions for that Gala Night. + + +So many want to know how to have that "Gala Evening" that we print the +directions. + +It is intended for out-of-doors--a lawn or vacant lot. If need be, build +a platform 16 by 20 feet, but where the grass is smooth this may not be +necessary. Get evergreens from the woods for "scenery," and use two +pairs of portieres sewed together for a curtain. For music use an +upright piano, if nothing better offers; for lights use lanterns--head +lights, if you can get them; and for seats borrow benches from a church +or hall, or they may easily be made from some borrowed lumber. + +A capital programme will be a pantomime and a farce. Nobody has anything +to learn in the former, so if you want to get it all up in two nights' +practice select two pantomimes. Here are some good ones: "The Mistletoe +Bough," to be had of French & Son, 28 West 23d Street, New York, price +15 cents; and "Aunt Betsy," "Priscilla," and "Dresden China," Harper & +Brothers, New York, price 5 cents each. If you can try a farce, get "A +Ticket to the Circus" or "The Tables Turned," Harper & Brothers, price 5 +cents each, or "Who's Who?" "Turn Him Out," "The Delegate," "Quiet +Family," or "Beautiful Forever," price 15 cents each, to be had of +French. + +An ideal programme is "The Mistletoe Bough," followed by either "A +Ticket to the Circus" or "Who's Who?" The former takes eighteen or +twenty; the latter four. A good way is to send for one copy of several +farces and pantomimes, then read and select what is best suited to your +needs. + +Sell your tickets in advance at 25 cents each. When they are presented, +give a small blue or red check, which you explain is good for a plate of +cream after the performance. Let the ice-cream man attend to all +details, and you cash all his checks next day at 5 cents each. He will +do this, and your guests will be satisfied. + +Do not fear an element of discord from the neighborhood small boy +because the performance is out-of-doors, nor need you fear people will +come in without paying if you have no rope stretched. You will have no +trouble from these sources. The thing is novel, being out-of-doors. +There is no rent to pay. The ice-cream to be had free will draw if you +advertise it. And, by confining your programme to pantomimes, you can +learn all in two evenings. Even farces take little longer, and you +cannot fail in rendering them. + +One member asks if Chapters _have_ to help the School Fund. Our Order +has no "have tos." A company of young persons might give the "Gala +Evening," present a small sum to the Fund or some other charity, and +with the balance get each one taking part HARPER'S ROUND TABLE for one +year. But of course you do as you please with your own. The gala evening +or gala afternoon is the thing. + + + + +Making Small Journals. + + +The Table is much interested in amateur journalism, and is able to print +herewith two morsels that may be of benefit to all. Ralph T. Hale is +co-editor with F. W. Beale, of the _Amateur Collector_, 11-1/2 Spring +Street, Newburyport, Mass., and Edward Lind edits the _Jug_, Box 633, +East Oakland, Cal., and is greatly interested in the National Press +Association. Both papers are models, the Table thinks, of what play +journals should be. Of course Sir Ralph may send us that natural history +morsel. He writes: + + "When a person has decided to publish an amateur paper, he first + prepares a 'dummy' showing the size of his pages and their number, + the number of columns on a page, the place where he intends to + print his sub-heading and editorials, and the amount of space he + intends to give to advertisements. Then he goes round among his + friends and asks their subscriptions, and likewise solicits + advertisements from his business acquaintances. Having established + his paper on a comparatively firm financial basis, he next + proceeds to prepare copy for his first issue, first consulting a + printer as to prices which he should pay for a good job. After he + has published his first number it is much easier to secure + subscriptions and advertisements, as he has a paper to show to + doubtful persons. + + "The prices for printing depend largely on the quality of work and + the size and number of papers printed. Printers will generally + print five hundred papers at about the same price as that asked + for one hundred. Remember that it is the amount of type which a + printer has to set which decides the price. Sometimes the price is + as high as seven or eight dollars per hundred, and again it is as + low as two dollars and a half for five hundred. + + "Of course, if you are lucky enough to have a press of your own, + the cost of an amateur paper is not so large, but for a boy busy + with school-work it pays better in the end to hire the greater + part of his printing done. The size of an amateur paper is one of + the most important points to be considered. It should not be too + large, for then it has an overgrown appearance, nor yet too small. + A medium size is preferable. Good sizes are 8 by 5-1/2 inches, and + 7 by 10 for each page. I am very much interested in botany, and + would like to correspond on that subject. May I write again on + natural history? + + "RALPH T. HALE." + + * * * * * + + As there are amateur papers, there are also amateur printers. As a + rule, these printers do good work for a much less price than + professional printers charge. Perhaps the cheapest amateur printer + is M. R. King, of Cobleskill, N. Y. Mr. King will print 500 copies + of a paper, size page of HARPER'S MAGAZINE, for $1 per page. The + National Amateur Press Association convenes at Chicago July 16-18. + The ticket below is the one favored most by the Pacific coast: For + President, David L. Hollub, of San Francisco; for First + Vice-President, C. W. Kissinger, of Reading, Pa.; for Recording + Secretary, A. E. Barnard, of Chicago, Ill.; for Corresponding + Secretary, E. A. Hering, of Seattle, Wash.; for Treasurer, Alson + Brubaker, of Fargo, N. D.; for Official Editor, Will Hancock, of + Fargo, N. D.; for Executive Judges, C. R. Burger, Miss E. L. + Hauck, and J. F. Morton, Jun. + + The Pacific coast is the most active amateur centre in the world. + There are thirty-four amateur papers in San Francisco. Seattle has + a live amateur press club of thirty members. I shall be glad to + send sample copies of amateur papers and to give further + information. + + EDWARD LIND. + + + + +Kinks. + + +No. 89.--AN ARBORET FROM THE POETS. + +FOR SPRING-TIME. + +1. + + "Swelled with new life the darkening ---- on high + Prints her thick buds against the spotted sky." + +2. + + "On all her boughs the stately ---- cleaves + The gummy shroud that wraps her embryo leaves." + +3. + + "Far away from their native air + The ---- ---- their green dress wear; + And ---- swing their long, loose hair." + +4. + + "The ---- spread their palms like holy men in prayer." + +5. + + "The wild ---- ---- waste their fragrant stores + In leafy islands walled with madrepores + And lapped in Orient seas, + When all their feathery palms toss, plume-like, in the breeze." + +6. + + "Give to Northern winds the ---- ---- on our banner's tattered field." + +7. + + "The ---- dreamy Titans roused from sleep-- + Answer with mighty voices, deep on deep + Of wakened foliage surging like a sea." + +8. + + "The ---- ----, tall and bland, + The ancient ----, austere and grand." + +9. + + "The ----'s whistling lashes, wrung + By the wild winds of gusty March." + +10. + + "Take what she gives, her ----'s tall stem, + Her ---- with hanging spray; + She wears her mountain diadem + Still in her own proud way." + +11. + + "Look on the forests' ancient kings, + The ----'s towering pride." + +12. + + "O ---- ----. O ---- ----! + How faithful are thy branches! + Green not alone in summer-time, + But in the winter's frost and rime!" + +Fill blanks with names of trees, and give the authors. + + + + +Answers to Kinks. + +No. 87.--Book-worm--Bookworm. + + * * * * * + +No. 88.--A Study in Cats: 1. Cat-alogue. 2. Cat-aclysm. 3. Cat-amaran. +4. Cat-fall. 5. Cat-block. 6. Cat-salt. 7. Cat-achresis. 8. +Cat-erpillar. 9. Cat-aract. 10. Cat-ling. 11. Cat-aplasm. 12. +Cat-echism. 13. Cat-afalque. 14. Cat-acomb. 15. Cat-o'-nine-tails. 16. +Cat-adupe. 17. Cat-alepsy. 18. Cat-sup. 19. Cat-tle. 20. Cat's-foot. 21. +Cat-acoustics. 22. Cat-aphonics. 23. Cat-aphrect. 24. Cat-echumen. 25. +Cat-silver. 26. Cat-nip. 27. Cat-apult. 28. Cat-agmatic, 29. +Cat-enation. 30. Cat-egory. 31. Cat-gut. 32. Cat-kin. + + + + +The Helping Hand. + + +The Harry Harper Chapter, of Newtown, Conn., gave an entertainment the +other evening in aid of the School Fund. It scored a success, of course, +though at this writing it is too early to have a report of the proceeds. +The Table thanks the Chapter and gives the programme, that others may +adapt it to their purposes. The Chapter had the help of an older person +in Mr. Andrews, who gave many hints, decided hard questions, and on the +programme gave a talk on "Mother Hubbard." There was an introduction by +Curtis Morris, who told about Good Will, the Order, and the Chapter. A +solo followed, "Ten Little Nigger Boys," by Charlie Jonas, and Katie +Houlihan gave a recitation. Arthur Platt rendered well a violin solo, +and the entertainment concluded with a very funny farce, _The Frog +Hollow Lyceum_. + + + + +The Order's New Patents. + + +Late applicants for Patents in the Round Table Order are asked to wait a +few days for responses. Patents of the new design are being prepared and +will, of course, be sent as soon as possible. + + + + +More About Young Journalists. + + +Two of the most creditable specimens of amateur journals that have come +to the Table in a long time are the _Club Register_, 51 Third Ave., Long +Branch, N. J., and the _Markletonian_, Markleton, Pa. The latter, +published by Fred G. Patterson, is about as neat in appearance as any +amateur paper we ever saw. He wants contributors, and will send a sample +free. Harris Reed, Jun., president of the Nineteenth Century Club +(Chapter 604), of Philadelphia, is much interested in the _Register_. +This paper wants contributors, and the Club wants members. Sir Harris's +address is 1119 Mt. Vernon St. + + + + +Questions and Answers. + + +W. H. LEGGETT.--What you have made is a truss, not slings at all. Slings +are chains running from a mast-head cap down through the hounds, and are +used to support a lower yard which is fastened to the mast by a truss, +and is not intended to be raised or lowered. A yard which is to be +hoisted and lowered should be secured to the mast by a parral of +leather, and should be raised by lifts and halyards. (2.) Clew-lines +lead from the deck through a clew-block under the yard, and through the +clewline block in the sail, the standing part being taken between the +head of the sail and the yard, and made fast to the arm of the truss. +(3.) Lead the braces to the main-top. (4.) Your dimensions are not good, +unless your draught is to be increased by a heavy lead keel. Your +proportion of more than five beams to the length is bad. She ought to +have more beam--say, sixteen inches. The capstan ought to be on the +forecastle-deck. The dimensions of spars are good. + +FRANK J. SMYTH.--Such a set of rules as you ask for would occupy too +much space in this paper. The racing rules of the American Model Yacht +Club were printed in _Forest and Stream_ for November 24, 1894. Send ten +cents and postage to the office of that paper, 318 Broadway, and get a +copy. + +HERBERT ARNOLD.--Dimensions of a good dory would be sixteen feet long on +the bottom, seventeen feet over all, three feet six inches wide on the +bottom amidships, four feet eight inches wide at the gunwale amidships, +and two feet deep. You could not have a safer boat in any waters. + + + + +[Illustration: STAMPS] + + This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin + collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question + on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should + address Editor Stamp Department. + + +[Illustration] + +Quite a number of inquiries have come to me as to what is "embossing" or +"grilling." Both words mean the same thing in philately. Above are two +illustrations from the 1867-68 stamps. It seems at one time the +government feared that cancelled postage-stamps could be used a second +time. They therefore adopted (in 1867) a method of impressing or +embossing on the backs of the stamps after they had been gummed a series +of small squares, each square having a sharp point. The idea was that +these points or squares would break the fibre of the paper, so that the +gum and cancellation ink would go right through the stamp, and thus make +a second use impossible. At first the entire stamp was grilled, and +these are now quite rare, and the 3c.-stamps are worth about $20 used, +or $25 unused. This was soon given up, and a grill measuring 13 x 16 +millimeters was used. These stamps were in turn soon discontinued, and +are now scarce, this 3c.-stamp is worth $5 used, $20 unused. The grills +were then reduced to 11 x 13 mm. and 9 x 13 mm. Of the first variety of +grills the 1, 2, 3, 10, 12, and 15c. are found. Of the latter all values +from 1 to 90c. are found. In 1869 the new issue of stamps brought a +still smaller grill into use, 9-1/2 x 9-1/2 mm. Then in 1870 the new +issue had a grill 9 x 11-1/2 mm. The 1, 2, and 3c. of this issue are +common, but all the other values are rare, especially the 12c. and 24c., +which are worth from $25 to $35 each. In 1871 a grill, 8-1/2 x 10-1/2, +was used on the 1, 2, and 3c. only, but soon discontinued, and since +then no U. S. stamps have been so made. Peru used the same grills on +some stamps, but has also discontinued the practice. A number of double +grills and odd-sized grills are known, and are much sought after by +specialists. + + H. M. POYNTER.--The 5-franc piece 1809, France, is sold by dealers + at $1. + + L. A. D.--The 1861 and 1868 U. S. stamps are printed from the same + dies in the same colors, but the 1868 are "grilled." An early + number of the ROUND TABLE will contain illustrations of these + grills. The Costa Rica, Honduras, Salvador, etc., unused, are + probably remainders. + + F. EDGERTON.--Postmarks have no value. + + J. G.--The quotation was on one million assorted, and the value + depends altogether on the number of varieties in each lot. Apply + to any dealer. + + HAROLD SIMONDS.--The stamps are part of the "Jubilee" issue of New + South Wales, all of which bear the inscription, "One Hundred + Years." They were issued in 1888 to commemorate the one-hundredth + anniversary of the first settlement made in 1788. + + F. M. L.--The half-dollar without rays is the scarce one. The + coins mentioned do not command a premium. + + + + +[Illustration: Ivory Soap] + +At all grocery stores east of the Rocky Mountains two sizes of Ivory +Soap are sold; one that costs five cents a cake, and a larger size. The +larger cake is the more convenient and economical for laundry and +general household use. If your Grocer is out of it, insist on his +getting it for you. + +THE PROCTER & GAMBLE CO., CIN'TI. + + + + +[Illustration] + +EARN A TRICYCLE! + +We wish to introduce our Teas, Spices, and Baking Powder. Sell 30 lbs. +and we will give you a Fairy Tricycle: sell 25 lbs. for a Solid Silver +Watch and Chain; 50 lbs. for a Gold Watch and Chain; 75 lbs. for a +Bicycle; 10 lbs. for a Beautiful Gold Ring. Express prepaid if cash is +sent for goods. Write for catalog and order sheet. + +W. G. BAKER, + +Springfield, Mass. + + + + +[Illustration] + +=SEND for Catalogue of= the =Musical Instrument= you think of buying. +=Violins repaired= by the Cremona System. C. STORY, 26 Central St., +Boston. Mass. + + + + +[Illustration: If afflicted with SORE EYES USE Dr. ISAAC THOMPSON'S EYE +WATER] + + + + +[Illustration] + +CARD PRINTER =FREE= + +Sets any name in one minute; prints 500 cards an hour. YOU can make +money with it. A font of pretty type, also Indelible Ink, Type Holder, +Pads and Tweezers. Best Linen Marker; worth $1.00. Sample mailed FREE +for 10c. stamps for postage on outfit and large catalogue of 1000 +Bargains. + +R. H. Ingersoll & Bro. 65 Cortlandt St. N. Y. City + + + + +[Illustration] + +Harper's Catalogue, + +Thoroughly revised, classified, and indexed, will be sent by mail to any +address on receipt of ten cents. + + + + +Reading for the Vacation + +By THOMAS W. KNOX + + * * * * * + +_THE "BOY TRAVELLERS" SERIES_ + +Copiously Illustrated. Square 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $3.00 per volume. + +ADVENTURES OF TWO YOUTHS-- + + IN THE LEVANT. + IN SOUTHERN EUROPE. + IN CENTRAL EUROPE. + IN NORTHERN EUROPE. + IN GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND. + IN MEXICO. + IN AUSTRALASIA. + ON THE CONGO. + IN THE RUSSIAN EMPIRE. + IN SOUTH AMERICA. + IN CENTRAL AFRICA. + IN EGYPT AND PALESTINE. + IN CEYLON AND INDIA. + IN SIAM AND JAVA. + IN JAPAN AND CHINA. + + * * * * * + +OTHER BOOKS BY COLONEL KNOX: + +_HUNTING ADVENTURES ON LAND AND SEA_ + +2 vols. Copiously Illustrated. Square 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $2.50 +each. + + THE YOUNG NIMRODS IN NORTH AMERICA. + THE YOUNG NIMRODS AROUND THE WORLD. + + * * * * * + +Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York + +_The above works are for sale by all booksellers, or will be mailed by +the publishers, postage prepaid, on receipt of the price._ + + + + +[Illustration: TWO OF A KIND.] + + + + +AN APPEAL. + + + I wish you would buy me a wheel, daddy dear, + Oh, really and truly I do. + It's worth quite a million of dollars to me, + And costs but twelve dollars for you. + + And nothing I know of in all of this world, + No matter how hard I may think, + So easily keeps me from mischief at home, + Like cutting up pranks with your ink. + + So buy me a bicycle, papa, I pray, + A wheel that will spin like a breeze, + And keep me from getting in trouble in-doors; + I am truly so anxious to please. + + + + +Patrick had a nice little trade in ice in the small town of B----, and +everything progressed smoothly, until one day a rival set up business, +and by degrees took Pat's customers away. Patrick was very mad and swore +vengeance, but was at a loss how to accomplish the matter. At last he +hit upon a plan, and immediately proceeded to put it into execution. + +He visited each of the customers he had lost, and solemnly assured them +that his rival only sold warm ice. + + + + +A theatrical manager had considerable trouble with his star actor, who +was constantly meeting with accidents or falling sick. One day, as the +story goes, the star was hurt in a boiler explosion. When the manager +heard of it he remarked to his agent, "I am sick of this sort of thing. +Advertise him, as usual, and add that we intend bringing out a new +piece, in which the great star Mr. D---- will appear in _several_ +parts." + + + + +BOBBY. "I wish the Lord had made the world in two days." + +JACK. "Why?" + +BOBBY. "Then we'd have had three Sundays a week." + + + + +AT THE CAT SHOW. + + +MRS. S. "What is the name of your cat?" + +MRS. W. "Claude." + +MRS. S. "Why do you call it Claude?" + +MRS. W. "Because it scratched me." + + + + +An old darky lived in the South who was a great barterer, and it was +very hard to beat him on a trade. It seems he had sold a mule, +guaranteeing him faultless. The purchaser shortly after came back in a +great rage, and said, + +"Look here, you rascal, that mule you sold me is blind in one eye; you +assured me he had no faults." + +"Dat's right, sah; dat mule habe no faults. If he am blind in one eye, +dat am his misfortune, not his fault." + + + + +"I think I ought to stay home from school to-day," said Bobbie. + +"Why so, Bobbie?" asked his father. "You aren't ill, are you?" + +"No, poppy; but I dreamed I was in school answering questions all last +night, and I think I've had enough for one day," said Bobbie. + + + + +"Do you know your letters, Jack?" + +"No, sir; but the postman does, and he always tells. I don't need to +know 'em." + + + + +"Have you tried the ROUND TABLE bicycle maps, Wilbur?" asked Wilbur's +father. + +"Yes, I have," said Wilbur; "but the trouble is, daddy, sometimes I get +'em upside down, and sort of have trouble finding my way home." + + + + +BABY ELEPHANT AND BUBBLES. + + +[Illustration: "OH!"] + +[Illustration: "AH!"] + +[Illustration: "MY!"] + +[Illustration: "EYE!"] + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, July 16, 1895, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JULY 16, 1895 *** + +***** This file should be named 33070.txt or 33070.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/0/7/33070/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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